Summary: All is well with Lamb!Y/N, her mate Tiger!Kuna, and their little Cub!Yuji…until, that is, their new neighbor moves in. Wolf!Toji is a mean motherfucker, and you’ve caught his eye. Turns out Sukuna’s not the only one with a cub who needs taking care of…
Toji Fushiguro is a wall of muscle, and you, with your face pressed between his pecs, know that all too well.
You quickly raise your arms to press against his torso, pushing yourself off the poor man. “O-Oh my gosh…I am so so sorry!” you bleat out, your palms coming up to cup your cheeks as they bloom a hot red. “I was not paying attention, because, ‘cause, my cub just disappeared into the woods…And, well…” you trail off, focus snapping back to finding Yuji. That little trouble maker.
“Hey, don’t worry about it, Ma,” the stranger replies, a smirk tugging at the scar splitting his lips. “So ya lose someone?”
You nod, a little dumbstruck by his appearance. Hulking body. Dark hair with two black, furry ears sprouting from the top of his head. Large canines, indicative of a predator. And the eyes of a hunter. Eyes which have been trained on you for a while, longer than you may realize.
“Yeah, um, my cu—or I guess he’s technically my nephew. Well, uh, he’s my mate’s nephew, though we haven’t really discussed what that makes me…Whatever,” you ramble, his gaze making you nervous, “he’s my, uh, little guy?”
“Your little guy, huh.” The stranger’s smirk only grows, amused that he makes you all cute and anxious. “Well, do ya need help findin’ him?”
You take a moment of pause. You know Sukuna doesn’t like when you talk to random guys, but really, what choice do you have? Yuji ran off, and he’s much, much faster than you. And this guy seems nice enough. Surely he’d be able to keep up with your cub. Look at him! Your mate would probably be fine with it this one time, right?
“Yeah, that would be great, uh…”
“Toji, Toji Fushiguro.” He holds out a massive paw for you to shake.
“It’s nice to meet you, Toji. I’m Y/N,” you return the favor, reaching out and shaking his hand.
“So, what’s this ‘little guy’ look like?”
You giggle, responding, “Well, he’s about yea high. He’s got fluffy tiger ears and pink hair. He’s a fast little thing, and full of energy!”
He raises an eyebrow. “It must be a lot for you to watch him all day.” He begins walking deeper into the forest, leaving you to trail behind him. He seems sure on the route, despite having never met Yuji before, nor seeing where he ran off to.
“Yeah, I mean,” you twirl your hair in thought, “I’m not by myself. My mate is with me in the evenings. And Yuji is a doll. He’s just a predator,” you shrug.
Toji looks back at you with a grin, “A predator huh?”
“Sorry,” you correct, blushing, “I didn’t mean it like that. He’s just got a lot of energy. He likes to chase. Play tag too, even though he knows I’ll never catch him. Stuff like that.”
“I feel ya, Ma,” Toji nods. “I’ve got a pup myself, actually.”
“Really?” you ask, genuinely shocked. He doesn’t really seem like the fatherly type. Then again…neither does Sukuna, really.
“Yeah, name’s Megumi.” Toji forges ahead. “He’s a little brat.”
You chuckle. “That’s exactly what my mate calls Yuji.” Toji just hums at your contribution.
“So, where are you leading me?” you ask, growing a bit nervous as you forge deeper and deeper into the mountains.
“Ah,” he acknowledges, “I have an idea where this Yuji may have run off to.” His response does little to calm your nerves, but you are sort of trapped in this interaction now.
The two of you walk on in silence for a few minutes before he stops. Pushing some brush to the side, and stepping to his right to let you through, Toji reveals a clearing. You note an adorable little cottage, a well-maintained garden, and—what the fuck? Yuji?!
“Yuji,” you call out, relief thick in your voice. You wave the cub down, who struggles to tear himself away from black haired boy he sits next to.
“Auntie,” he shouts, as he runs towards you, excitement clear, “Auntie, I made a fwend!” You grunt as he runs into you, hugging your legs tightly. You look up to see the other kid approaching slowly.
You kneel down, holding Yuji’s shoulders so that he has to look you in the eyes. “Yuji, you gave me such a scare when you ran off,” you scold. “You know that I can’t keep up with you if you run full speed, and you didn’t give me any indication of where you were going.”
His little lip starts to tremble, upset that you’re unhappy with him. “I-I’m sowwy, Auntie. ‘Was just excited to meet wif my fwend.”
You rub the tears from his cheeks, before laying a kiss on his forehead and rustling his hair. “It’s okay, Cub. We just have to remember to tell an adult before we go play somewhere else. Either me or Uncle Kuna, okay?”
“Mhm,” he mumbles, pouting a moment longer before returning to his usual peppy self. Tugging on the arm of the black-haired boy nearby, he basically presented the kid to you. “This is Megumi, my new best fwend!” he exclaimed pridefully.
Megumi sort of just stood there, staring up at you blankly, until Toji put a heavy hand on his head. “Introduce yourself, brat. You’re being fuckin’ rude.”
The boy rolled his eyes, and shakes his dad’s hand off, before giving in. “Hi,” he waved, half-heartedly, “I’m Megumi, Yuji’s friend.”
Yuji squealed in delight, “And he’s a wolf! Isn’t dat cool?”
You smile softly, “Yeah,” you agree, “that’s very cool Megumi.” And while you don’t seem to notice the light blush that colors the boy’s cheeks, Toji certainly does. How perfect, he thinks, the brat likes you too.
Looking up at Toji, you ask, “I didn’t realize there was another cabin out here. Did you guys just move in?”
“Yeah,” he nods, “just last week. I needed a change of pace. We just couldn’t stay in the city anymore. You?”
“Oh,” you blush, “I’ve been here about a year, but Yuji and his uncle have been here for several.”
“So you’re newly mated?” Toji inquires. How forward.
“Mhm,” your hand rubs your mark instinctually.
“Happily?”
You nearly choke at the bluntness. “Uh—”
Toji’s laugh echoes through the trees. “Just playing wit’ you, Ma. You wanna tour the cabin while the boys hang out?”
You nod, trying to regain your composure. “Sure, I, uh, just have to be back home before the sun goes down.
Toji smirks, “Don’t gotta worry about that. I’ll get you home safely.”
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Sukuna arrives early that evening, like he usually does, to find Yuji and you are absolutely exhausted. The little tiger cub is curled up against you on the couch, napping has your hands run through his pink hair. “Pretty, Brat,” he calls out, “m’home.”
You look up, giving him a soft smile, as Yuji stretches out on top of you. Once he’s thoroughly awake, he hops off your lap and runs to Sukuna, who scoops him up and settles the cub on his hip. “Uncle, Uncle!”
“What’s got you so excited?”, the grumpy tiger asks.
“I made a fwend.”
“Is that right?”
Yuji nods enthusiastically, “Mhm. Mhm. Hith name is Megumi and he’s a wolf.”
Sukuna chuckles at his nephew's antics before looking at you expectantly. “Someone else moved into the forest?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “A man named Toji and his son, Megumi. He’s around Yuji’s age.”
Sukuna hums, setting Yuji down before encouraging the boy to run off. “Go play, Brat.”
Your mate moves to join you on the couch, his muscular thighs spread so that he can plop you between them. As he runs his long, black claws through your hair, you feel yourself relaxing into his chest. This is where you belong, he thinks.
Once he’s got you thoroughly comfortable, he lays a sparse kiss on your mark and tilts your chin back so that your eyes meet his. “Tell me, pretty,” he asks, “you met this Toji motherfucker?”
You immediately tense up, knowing where this is going. “Yeah, uh, he introduced himself…helped me find Yuji when he ran off.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm…”
His arms tighten around your waist. “He try anything wit’ you?”
You sigh, “Why do you think every guy we meet is hitting on me?”
“Maybe ‘cause they fucking are,” he growls out. “Maybe I need to bite you up some more,” he huffs, nipping at your neck to emphasize his point.
You shake your head, before throwing his arms off of you. “You’re overreacting ‘Kuna. He was being nice, just a good neighbor. And Yuji made a friend who’s actually his age. Who can keep up with him too! I won’t let you get in the way of that.” You stand up, giving him a glare before stomping off to your bedroom.
“Hey,” he calls out, “get your pretty ass back here!” But you just ignore it, frustrated with his constant jealousy and possessiveness.
As Sukuna sits on the couch in silence, he thinks about the gift basket he noticed on the porch when he walked up. Attached to the wooden handle, tucked between all the muffins and other sugary garbage, was a note:
“Can’t wait to see you again, neighbor. Happy to keep you company while your mate’s away” - Toji.
synopsis: what's better to be than sukuna's crazy girlfriend? his crazy ex-girlfriend? when it comes to making up, breaking up, and everything in between, it seems sukuna's got your heart in his hands - and has no intention of letting it go. for better or worse. but probably worse.
pairing: boyfriend!sukuna x toxic!reader x landlord!toji
content: mdni. fluff and angst. porn with plot. crack treated seriously. reader and sukuna are both toxic and crazy. do NOT be like these idiots. jealousy. possessiveness. throwing shit. insecure and anxious behavior. oral sex. piv sex. rebounds. breaking up and making up.
art cr: @bitem4rked sparkle gif div cr: @pixopix div cr: @miyzluv
locking him out after boys night
sukuna eating a pudding cup goes viral
making him jealous out clubbing
hooking up with his landlord after a bad breakup
sukuna attempts to sabotage your new relationship
you both know where home is.
this whole mini series is inspired by the incredibly talented @yenayaps hehe :3
part 3 > part 2 : part 1 | ask to be in the taglist !
it was already attempt number 3, and sukuna wasn’t giving up any time soon. third times the charm, apparently.
you guys shared some classes, so he had a better excuse to talk to you. he knew you liked cafes or eating out, so what better way to take you your friend out and get yourself involved in some way?
sukuna was talking to a friend of yours, the same one that hooked up with him. she agreed to help him, mostly because she would get money out of it and another quick fuck.
it was time for your econ class, and you usually sat next to your friend. She invited you to the hangout, well dinner, and you agreed.
—
at the right time, 8 PM, you and your friend walked into the hotpot restaurant, where Sukuna was waiting.
when you spotted him, your eyes widened and you turned to your friend.
“what the hell, why is he here?!..” your eyes darted to his, where he was staring back.
“relax, I didn’t know he was going to be here, okay?” your friend led you onto the restaurant, where he also followed after.
—
you and sukuna just gave each other death glares, eating silently while your friend ‘excused herself to the bathroom’ yet it had been 20 minutes and she wasn’t back.
“why do you hate me so much?” your head snapped up at Sukuna words.
“who said I hated you?” the meat on the grill sizzled, providing some noise to fill in the silence.
“well, you’re always ignoring me and turning me down. no girl turns me down.” Sukuna messed around with the piece of meat with his chopsticks, sulking.
“looks like I’m the first and to be honest, you’re just not my type. you’re a playboy, fratboy, need I say more?” you took the piece of meat, putting it into your mouth.
“what?”
“just the truth. look, no offense, but I would rather shit on my hands and clap than ever give you a chance.”
—
well, safe to say that the dinner date didn’t end up well at all, ending with you taking the train home when Sukuna offered to drive you home.
he was starting to lose a slight flicker of hope but he’s still going to try.
authors note: this may be ass cause I’m currently suffering from food poisoning and can’t think straight but I wanted to release this today 💔🙏 tell me how many more parts this should have 👀
to everyone who voted for megumi, you all put up a good fight- they were at a tie for a quick second.
i will start working on a new fic soon, and as a thank you for so much participation, there may be a yandere megumi following satoru’s…you’ll just have to wait and see ;)
❛ MY SHORTY ALWAYS ON SOME BULLSHIT LIKE CHICAGO ❜
part of the 420 'We Be Burnin' dispensary series
⋙ MENU ITEM: PLUG!CHOSO x SORORITYBRAT!READER
⋙ PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (completed)
⋙ product description (summary): you can't stop fucking your drug dealer with the big dick but you can't let your reputation be ruined by actually dating him—he'll just have to deal with it—or is it that he will end up dealing with you?
⋙ side effects (tw): cunnilingus, car sex, backshots, riding, dick sucking, sex for drugs, slut reader, reader being a huge bitch lmfao. slightly black girl coded but no descriptors. this is just p1 tw, p2 will have its own lol.
⋙ thc levels (wc): 3.9k of 22.1k
⋙ inventory notes (a/n): best viewed in dark mode. had to split it up into two parts because i wanted to post on time for 420. barely made it lol!
Plug!Choso who you walked all the way across campus to meet, nervously waiting in the almost always empty parking garage underground level. You don’t even really smoke weed but sorority elections are coming up soon and if you can be the “cool one” to get everyone lit on 420 (as your last plug recently got busted) you could secure a lot more votes. Sure, you were going to an extreme length to win but the last 4 generations of your family have been president of this chapter at your university. You didn't think your mother would even let you back in the house this summer if you didn’t win. So reluctantly, here you are.
Plug!Choso who when he finally pulls up intimidates you with his looks when he rolls down his window as he’s all dark hair, piercings and tattoos. You want to just do the transaction through the window but he tells you to “get in”. You were a new customer and he had to vet you first to make sure you “weren’t 12.”
Plug!Choso who laughs in your face when you angrily slam the door taking offense and yelling at him if he ‘that regardless of your baby face he was fucking blind if he really thought you looked like a 12 year old.’ You turn up your nose at him but quickly are made to feel like an idiot when he clarifies he meant 12 as in the cops. You blush even harder when he says ‘he’d never mistake anyone with tits like yours for being that young.’
Plug!Choso who you only end up hooking up with because your sorority sisters short changed you. How the hell were you supposed to know an ounce was $250!? You ask if he could let you have a deal at $150 as that's what your old dealer Mahito sold it for before he got busted.
“S’cause his shit was weak, princess. Shouldn’ve even been payin’ that much to be real with you. This is that dank shit and if you want it you gotta pay. I ain’t running a charity.”
You ask if you can pay via venmo, cash app, anything but Choso only takes cash.
Panicking as you did not have $100 extra bucks in cash it’s you who suggests if you could you pay it off in a different way.
Plug!Choso isn’t one to get sexual favors for weed as he had bills to pay and a baby brother to take care of, but your cute prissy ass reminds him so much of girls from his high school. The ones who’d only ever looked at him back then with disdain. Who came from stable families, were spoiled rotten and thought anyone who didn’t live their perfect cookie cutter life was trash. Choso wasn’t a virgin but he’d lived a damn near celibate life for the last few years, he could use a little stress release from a lil’ snobby thing like you.
Plug!Choso who you only agreed to give a handjob to and you unbuckled the belt on his tattered black jeans as he sits back and lights a joint. You roll your eyes and steel your nerves with a breath as you pull down his boxers. However the sight of his freed cock immediately has your inner slut going crazy.
How is it that you can’t fit your pink manicured nails completely around his thick shaft?
Why did his dick have to be so pretty fully erect, red tip throbbing as he pusles in your hand when you tease his frenulum with the pad of your finger?
And just what's gotten into you now?
It's shameful how you're rubbing your thighs together just from seeing him throw his head back while biting his lip to keep from whimpering. You have his sculpted hard abs trembling from you flicking over the bent barbell of his prince albert piercing.
The silver reflected even in the dim garage lighting as his thick pre collected in drops on the ball of the piercing before dribbling down your hand. You unconsciously wet your lips. You know you only said a hand job but you wanted a taste—badly.
It isn’t long before you are giving into your cravings and talking him fully into your mouth needing a taste of him and forcibly gagging around his girth curious to see how much his cock could have you choking.
Plug!Choso’s eyes flew open and he almost dropped his joint once he felt the hot n’ slick wetness of your velvety tongue slurping up the pre leaking off his piercing and taking him fully into your throat until he was hitting tonsils.
Yet it’s because you are the massive slut that you are, it’s an even shorter amount of time before you pop him out of your mouth, lift your skirt and slide your panties to the side in order to bounce on him raw in the driver's seat. He makes you cum so hard your squirt splashes to drench his pants and even hits his dashboard and steering wheel. He reluctantly has to lift you off him at the last minute so he doesn’t come inside, further soiling you and his car. Choso doesn’t mind though as seeing you getting that messy for him made him hard all over again— and he pulls you into the backseat for round 2 which consists of you face-down ass-up getting the backshots of your fucking life.
Plug!Choso who you quickly start secretly hooking up with on the regular. Seeing as everyone loves how hard his shit hits they send you more frequently to pick it up. You pretend like it's a minor inconvenience but your stomach clinches in anticipation thinking of his fat cock inside of you. Of course, you aren’t disclosing to your sorority sisters how his dick hits even harder than his than his weed. You shiver just thinking of it carving through your guts ruthlessly every time you fuck.
Plug!Choso who you are now secretly texting ‘cowboy’ and ‘eggplant’ emoji whenever you want your doonies beat down— regardless if you are getting weed from him or not that day. However when you are sent to get weed from him, he isn’t even charging you any longer. He tells you to keep it and get a new full set. You always manage to fuck up your acrylics bad when you are with him. Not your fault he fucks you so good you are desperate in the moment to cling to him, the handles, the dashboard— whatever you could get your hands on to grip to keep from loosing your mind as you always end up fucked absolutely dumb.
Plug!Choso who you end up low-key dating but you are still a huge bitch to him in public. Acting like you don't know who he is when you see him. Tsk, you were just begging for him this morning to meet you in the ‘usual spot’ in the near abandoned campus garage lot so he could fuck you. You treated him like he was dirt beneath your shoe whenever you’d see him even though you’d be crying on his cock beneath him just a few hours prior. Choso thinks it’s disrespectful and annoying as fuck but he just deals with it. It's not like he's caught feelings or anything yet.
Plug!Choso who puts up with your shitty attitude and being your dirty little secret as you are the best— and only pussy— he’s had in a while. Not to mention you are always super sweet to his brother Yuji, who adores you. Choso didn’t intend to ever have you meet him but he ended up having Yuji with him one day. He had to pick him up out of the blue as an emergency near the same time he was supposed to pick you up from the nail salon.
Although you had even got a fresh wax at the salon and were ready to show it off, finding Yuji, all of 7 years old, in the backseat was an immediate buzz kill. Initially expecting Choso to tell you that’s his kid, a pang of guilt ran through you when he explained his little brother who he takes care of got sick at school and needed to be picked up right away. You weren’t answering his calls or texts and he didn’t want to leave you hanging without a ride.
You don’t tell Choso you’ve silenced notifications from him (in case one of your sisters were to see his name popup). Instead, you offer to cook Yuji soup when you learn it's only Choso solely taking care of Yuji. Especially after Choso confesses he was just going to pick up a can of chicken noodle and some crackers from the store.
Heart fluttering at how gentle you are with Yuji in contrast to your usual demanding and bitchy nature, Choso curses at himself that he might be falling in love with you. Although he is well aware his feelings would never be reciprocated by you. Nevertheless, as a ‘thank you’ for dinner, after putting Yuji to bed Choso eats you out for 2-hours straight on the sofa. You end up having to stuff your soggy panties in your mouth to keep your cries in and not wake up Yuji. The way Choso is sloppily munching on your pussy has you cumming deliciously back to back to back on his thick pliable tongue.
Plug!Choso who after you end up fucking more at his house, a mile or so away from campus, rather than his car these days. In fact, it isn’t even all about sex anymore as you spend the majority of your time over there helping Yuji with his homework, baking cookies, playing games and movie nights with the two of them.
Once Yuji would go to bed Choso would bring you to the basement to smoke you out before he fucked you out. It’s during one of these smoke sessions though you learn that Choso actually got a full ride scholarship to go to the same university you do now 5 years ago but one quarter into his first year his parents had both died in a tragic accident. Yuji was only 2 then and the thought of losing the only family he had left to foster care was not an option for Choso. When the time came he stepped up to the plate and didn’t think twice about dropping out.
However fast food jobs and grocery store shifts weren’t cutting it. He’d have to spend nearly all day and night away from Yuji just to keep a roof over his head to afford his late-parent’s mortgage. Dealing, although dangerous, was the best option and being the actual genius Choso was, he was smart about it. More guilt fills you always assumed anyone slanging drugs on the street was a burnout who couldn’t cut the real responsibilities of life. Yet Choso already had way more responsibility than anyone his age should have had.
You had sorely misjudged him.
Plug!Choso who realizes sooner than you do the closer the two of you become the harder it is for you to juggle Sorority life and Choso and Yuji— it’s almost as if you are living a double life. Truthfully you are, in a way as you are always sneaking off. Choso wonders what lies you tell your sorority sisters to be gone most weeknight evenings and weekend mornings. The lies of ‘labs' or ‘volunteer work’ wouldn’t likely cut it much longer. When you’re not around, Choso reasons he should probably cut things off with you before the inevitable fall out happens. But he always reconsiders when Yuji kept consistently inquiring as to where his ‘pretty lady girlfriend is’.
Choso doesn’t have the heart to tell Yuji you aren’t his girlfriend yet.
Plug!Choso who starts inviting you to Yuji’s little league games on weekends once Yuji expresses with abundant enthusiasm he wants you to see him play! The little guy, who is not so little for his age, is actually pretty athletic. Adorably every home run he hits he always makes sure to wave to you and Choso in the stands. Grinning widely Yuji blushes at your praise and cheering for him, which makes you just want to cheer harder. Your high school cheerleading experience finally coming in handy again. You go so often that sometimes other parents mistake the two of you for Yuji’s mom and dad. You always hastily respond “I’m just a family friend!”
A family friend. Not Choso's girlfriend.
Plug!Choso whose jaw clenches whenever this happens— not that you ever notice. What the fuck were you doing if you weren’t dating? Yet Choso knew he couldn’t be completely mad at you as even after 3 months he still hadn’t technically asked you to be his girlfriend. Still that fact angers Choso too as he knows he hasn’t because he fears— no he knows— you wouldn’t say yes. Choso picks you up and drops you off blocks away from campus. You also managed to deflect every suggestion for going out on an actual date night on the town when Yuji is over his friend's Megumi or Nobara houses. Also you sure as shit don’t invite him to the many greek life parties you attend (not that he even wanted to go— I mean he would for you. If you'd ask him). Hell, you don’t even follow him back on IG and he knows better than to like or comment on anything other than your stories which goes straight to your DMs.
Plug!Choso knows you have a reputation to protect and how it would look for the tall n’ scary pierced n' tatted emo drug dealer to be the one by your side. Choso eventually resigns himself to live in the shadows of your life for now. Choso would just have to work harder to pay off the house so he could stop dealing and be someone you’d want to show off (even if deep down he feels he will never be good enough).
However this all comes to a boil a few weeks later the morning of the championship game for Yuji’s little league. As their star player Yuji was so excited to be in his first championship and made you pinky promise you would come.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, kiddo!” You lovingly beamed at him.
But you lied.
You did miss it.
Finals and the sorority election week had come up fast out of nowhere and hit you like a whirlwind. As a result you saw little of Choso and Yuji in the days leading up to it. Yet at the end of the week you emerged victorious, both in keeping up your 3.8 GPA and winning the election for sorority president. You were so ecstatic on both accounts that you partied hard the night before Yuji’s big game.
Coincidentally forgetting about it entirely as the next morning was the Annual Greek Council Brunch event to officially inaugurate all new Greek council members across all sororities and frats. As newly elected president and since your sorority was hosting this year it was your job to throw it. It was a huge event that even parents and chapter alumni attended.
Plug!Choso who smoked 3 cigarettes as he waited for you for nearly 40 minutes before he knew he had to leave soon or he’d miss the start of the game too. Deciding to drive by your sorority as a last ditch effort Choso sees red when he spies you on the lawn giggling and flirting with the campus caterers as you direct them to the back of the house. You looked gorgeous, all dolled up, hair done and make-up flawless. The dress you wear looks expensive, something he might even be able to afford to buy you if he wasn’t making triple mortgage payments each month to cut the interest and pay off his home faster. However, he can't deny the baby blue checkered fabric looks great on you. A fact Choso notices the caterer douchebags didn’t miss either as they fall a few steps behind you to check out your plump ass and rib at each other.
Plug!Choso who knows the reasonable thing to do would be to just drive away and avoid any conflict. Although before his mind registers it his body is already flicking his cigarette butt out of the open car door before slamming it shut as he storms across the lawn of your sorority house. Reaching the back of the house Choso was taken back by how grand everything looked. A sea of pristine white tables adorned with arrays of bouquets, fine china and crystal glasses that sparkled divinely in the morning sun. The event was still in setup mode so more flowers, decorations and adornments were being brought in by the second by workers brushing past Choso like he wasn't even there.
In any other scenario a grand display of refinery such as this would have Choso feeling self-conscious and out of place. He is aware as good as anyone else how sorely his dark looks contrast with the peppy and airy vibes of greek life.
However, all that flees out of his mind as soon as he sees you near the DJ booth—now having the nerve to shamelessly flirt with him too.
“Yo, princess.”
Plug!Choso who seems casual from his tone but the look on his face is anything but. You on the other hand looked as if you had seen a ghost as all the color drains from your face.
“Choso!”
You squeaked out a greeting as your head whips around to see who all was around.
Phew! Thankfully it was mostly staff and the greek members who were helping with setup were still inside.
But what the fuck was Choso even doing here?
You started to get pissed as he knew better than to roll up on you like this and today of all days!?
“Come on, let’s go, we're gonna be late.”
He grabs your arm which you quickly snatch back from him giving him an incredulous look as if he just sprouted two more heads.
“What the fuck Choso, you can’t just barge in here like this! Have you lost your mind?! What are you even doing here?!”
You try to keep your voice hushed as you pull him to the side of the DJ booth trying not to draw attention.
“Nah princess, the question is what the fuck are you doing here?”
Irritation was dripping from Choso’s words who clearly didn’t give a single fuck about how loud he was being or the boundaries you’d set around your school life and it made your blood boil. He knew this was a busy week for you and you wouldn’t be around as much, he couldn’t wait a few more days!?
What right did he have to be here right now?
Let alone be this upset with you?
You roll your eyes as you scoff.
“Well as I am the newly elected president of this sorority it's my job to throw this brunch! I’ve had a really long stressful week and this is a really big event for me. My first event even! I have so much–”
“—Fuck! Are you really this clueless?!”
Choso angrily snaps at you and you are visibly startled into silence as his interruption immediately shuts you up.
He’s towering over you now and you’ve never realized before just how much bigger than you he was. His personality was usually so chill and unassuming that it shrunk his overall presence.
Come to think of it you’ve never even seen him angry before, annoyed sure, but he was clearly mad mad now.
“I– Me– My— Goddamn it, do you really think of no one but yourself?!”
The DJ, who had been overhearing your conversation tries to butt-in to white knight for you but is quickly told off by Choso who tells him ‘walk the fuck on while he still had legs that could walk’. The advice which was expeditiously taken as the DJ quickly left the conversation just as fast as he’d entered it.
“Choso– what the—”
Choso doesn’t let you finish, cutting you off again.
Fed up with this, you and whatever twisted situationship you currently had— he needed to say his piece.
“—I’ve been waiting for you for almost an hour, princess. Does your self absorbed lil’ brain even remember why?”
Your own anger is quickly dissipating into confusion as you cannot fathom what in the hell Choso was even talking about. It takes you a few good moments but your eyes widen once you realize.
Oh shit…
“Umm…Y-Yuji’s big game, isn’t today– is it?”
You meekly asked but you already knew the answer.
“Bingo, princess! You’d promised him you’d be there. Do you know how much he’s been looking forward to this? It’s all he’s been talking about. Do you know how crushed he’s going to be if you aren’t there?!”
Shit! Shit! Shit!
You knew balancing seeing Choso and Yuji with your increasingly demanding school life was starting to get more challenging but you didn’t realize you’d fuck up this badly.
You really didn’t want to disappoint Yuji, who at this point felt like your own little brother that you never had —but you’d be prepping for this sorority presidency nearly your entire life!
Your parents were even coming to this!
Shit, which reminds you Choso cannot be here when they show up.
Plug!Choso who knows he’ll have to speed now when he leaves if he wants to make the first pitch of Yuji’s game and makes one last ditch effort to get you to attend, but of course it fails.
“Choso, I– I can’t. I want to... but you know how important this is to me. My family. They will be here soon too I—”
Choso tunes out the rest of your excuses as your mention of ‘my family’ had cut unintentionally deep.
You’d gotten so close to him and Yuji that you did feel like ‘their family’. But you weren’t and it was the foolish hope that you could one day become that Choso selfishly indulged in.
He could deal with the hurt, he was used to life shitting on him but it wasn’t fair to Yuji.
“There he is! That’s him!”
The pussy ass DJ had gone and gotten back up as a group of frat guys in suits rushed over. The commotion was also drawing a few of your sorority sisters and you curse under your breath as a small crowd forms and all eyes draw to you.
“It’s okay guys, he’s clearly lost and is leaving now, right?”
Your voice is bitchy but your eyes are pleading with Choso.
You're pleading with Choso:
Not to ruin the event.
Not to be angry with you.
And not to make this situation any worse than what it was.
“Wait— this guy? He’s that burnout dealer, yeah?”
One of the frat guys chime-in and there's laughter and giggles around.
“Oh my god, it is! He's like so obsessed with her. I always see him creeping around.”
One of your sisters adds with a sneer.
“Not a stalker! Ew!”
Another one adds.
“What does this weirdo even want with you!?”
More of your sisters chime in.
Choso doesn’t care though.
He only cares what you think. What you’re going to say.
Your phone dings and you look at it. Shit. Your parent’s just arrived on campus.
You didn’t want to do it this way but you had to end this now.
It was better this way. That’s what you would console yourself with later at least.
“Look—Choso was it? This is a private event and you need to leave.”
You turn to your sisters to explain further.
“I tutor his little brother for my volunteer work and he somehow got the crazy idea that I was going to go to some little baseball game with them or whatever.”
You turn back to Choso.
“Well— as you can clearly see. I can’t go. I’m busy and like I said this is a private event so again, you need to leave, understood?”
You turn away not being able to stomach the look on his face like a coward and make up some excuse about checking on the ice sculpture which should have been already placed on one of the center banquet tables.
You know he’s left from the jeers of ‘bye loser!’ ‘fuck outta here freak!’ echo out from the garden.
⋙ lol y/n is a huge bih who doesn't deserve our sweet baby. no worries though she is gonna learn her lesson good in part 2 where she finds out shit ain't so sweet lmfao. lmk if you wanna be tagged in comments/reblogs. eta— omg there were so many errors lmfao see this is what happens when i dont re-read my shit 50x before posting lol. i fixed it! sorry to anyone who read it before lol.
⋙ reblog to smoke on choso's joint but comments and likes are appreciated!
The Sun God had never been in love. Until he saw a lovely nymph, whose beauty made his heart race with a feeling impossible to capture in the sweetest words. Until he was struck by Cupid's arrow of love, sending his mind spiralling into an obsessive lust. Until he decided to... soothe you a bit, like a true, filthy scum. But well, Satoru Gojo was truly just a man in maddening love!
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˖𖤓 ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Apollo!Gojo Satoru x Nymph!Reader ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18 + :: Greek Mythology AU :: half mythologically accurate :: MY WIFE FEMJO MENTIONED :: yandere Gojo Satoru :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: virgin reader :: masturbation :: strong reader :: she's also meannn :: Satoru is a SCUM in love :: drugging (with aprodisiac) :: lose of virginity :: Suguru is a scum too :: we're fucking on the beach :: posessive sex :: breeding :: mating press :: oral sex :: pussydrunk Satoru ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ words: ꒰ 11.4k ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ notes: I need to learn how to write short fics, because it was supposed to be 6k. Anyway, it is half-mythologically accurate, as I, of course, added a few changes. There's not much said in mythology about Daphne's (nymph's) character, so I played with it a bit. Enjoy!
The common truth seemed to be that Apollo had been stricken by the wicked arrow of love by Cupid himself.
During the fight of sorts, Apollo, always so proud and pugnacious, killed the serpent Python. He slew him with a thousand arrows as the beast wrought devastation across the lush lands of mankind.
And so the God defeated it grandly, with his handsome cheeks and eyes kissed by the Mother Sea itself, shining majestically beneath the golden rays of the Mediterranean sun.
The end of the story it could be, yet the God of Music and Poetry and Sun, to put it bluntly, did not know how to shush a cheeky mouth of his that boasted round and round.
One day, flushed with foolish pride, he saw a God of Love, Eros, bending his bow, arrow drawn taut. A boy of young age who seemed too sweet not to tease, and as Apollo was known for his wicked, playful mind, he poked the little divinity with a laugh.
A laugh it was supposed to be, yet he went too far.
He joked a few too many times, laughing at how Eros shouldn't handle a weapon reserved only for the truest men. After all, who killed the serpent Python if not Apollo himself?
He had every right to be arrogant, yet the Gods and Goddesses couldn't stand the wicked smirk and unwavering haughtiness that always clouded his mind. He was beautiful and sleek, yet no one on Olympus's peak could ever match his arrogance and boldness.
Apollo was powerful, yet Eros was unkind. After he poked and played and had his fun, Apollo left Eros alone in the forest, giving him no mind. He didn't know, however, that the God of Love would prove far more wicked than he had thought.
As with his hurt pride, Eros plucked a few creamy feathers from his wings and prepared two arrows. They were completely different, one creating love, the other banishing it entirely. A savage decision, truly, yet how could a prideful man of Eros's sort leave Apollo without the fruit of his wrath?
So he drew the arrow of love and shot it right through his bones. Letting it seep deep and gravely, spreading the lustful obsession of the most wicked charm. The utterly deadly one, making one obsessed and wretched over the darling of their desires.
Usually, his arrows were meant to strike those who wished to be deeply in love. Yet, as the rage was ravaging Eros's mind, he decided to make Apollo the most obsessed yet unhappy man in the entire world.
As for the other one, meant to banish the love, he shot at the daughter of the River's God.
The most beautiful nymph of all, with a face carved by the waves themselves. A chin utterly kind and cheeks wholly sweet, as eyes carried a gentleness of petals' peppered kisses. A wild birdie she was, basking carefree beneath the searing sun, as she lay and drank and danced without giving a mind to no mankind nor other little divinities. Nothing plagued her cheeky mind, and no worry could ever haunt her velvety forehead.
After all, she was the River God's most precious child, and he allowed her everything, guided by a parent's blissful love.
Her giggle bloomed in the nearby trees, and tender gaze lit the powdery midnight sky. A true beauty of utterly rare sight, so impossible it seemed too not be caught in Apollo's sight!
The God of Sun and Music and Poetry had never been in love. He enjoyed the bodily pleasures rather often, yet had never come upon a thing so deadly and wicked called love.
He knew that Gods and mortals joyed in it with the passion seething in their blood – for there were Hades and his Persephone, Aphrodite and Ares, even Orpheus and Eurydice, too, although it seemed that love of humankind was of a rather cruel sort.
Apollo, or, well, Satoru Gojo, as his true name was, never gave it much thought. The Goddesses and Gods were utterly beautiful, true, yet none of them had ever made his heart race with the swell and tenderness that all the poets wrote of.
He had never felt this tickling pinch his spine, nor the sudden blissful pain puncturing through his heart. No lover had ever bewitched his soul in an almost maddening way, and so he thought that the thing called love was simply not a part of his fate. Even if, that was rather fine too.
And yet… the serpents of fate are wicked.
Another summer evening it was, while Dionysus threw a joyous party as Gods usually liked to do. With wine spilling all over the golden cups and jolly laughter swirling through the tall grasses of the midnight land.
Gods there were of all sorts – trees and rivers and plants, each with loveliest offspring too, joined the grand feast.
It happened thirty moons or so before Eros shot Satoru with an arrow of maddening love. One evening, when the God who devoted his mind to no one set his eyes on… you.
A Goddess? Dearests, no.
As if you were the Goddess, he would fear that Aphrodite, driven by jealousy, would quickly pluck your eyes out. For the moment you entered the banquet held on the hidden beach, where waves rolled in deep foams, and moonlight spilt its cold kisses onto the heavy stones, Satoru needed to hold his breath.
This feeling, which he had read – written – about so often, suddenly bloomed in the swells of his heart. His hand flew towards his chest, crumpling the ivory tunic that covered the sizzling skin. His mind was struck, as if by a trickery spell, making him lose interest in the men and women chirping by his side.
The lyre in his hands felt heavy as he plucked the crystal strings, producing an unpleasant tone. But how could he not, if his eyes were devouring a beauty he'd never seen before?
And that evening, he followed you like a lost pup. With an ocean gaze lingering longer on the swells of your body, wrapped in a flimsy dress, and on your sweet cheeks, giggling foxily as the salty breeze smooched them. The flicker of the candles peppering long tables cast a lovely flame upon your skin, basking it in gold and warmth, as he imagined licking it clean.
Satoru Gojo was a poet too. A God of Poetry, after all, yet his mind was miserably empty whenever he tried to put your beauty into words. No one had ever shone brighter than you, and no giggle forced this weird, foreign feeling to seep through the marrow of his ribcage.
He was always responsible for the music and jolly, while his dearest friend Dionysus spilt the wine into guests' cups. The merry atmosphere tickled him in a pleasant way, and the mere thought of going back to one of his temples with a few little birdies forced a cheeky smile upon his brazen lips.
The women, Goddesses, and little divinities who didn't wish to be smooched by Satoru's muscular arms were indeed few. Yet the nymph who bewitched his mind in the utmost wretched way didn't bestow him with lovely eyes even once.
Dionysus noticed Apollo's frown crumbling, so he jumped to his side with a whisper, "Hm, isn't she your type, my dearest God?"
Satoru glanced at the slyness on Suguru's lips and bit the inside of his soft cheek. "That's the problem. And yet it seems I'm not quite hers."
Suguru pushed a raven lock of his hair back behind his ear, and lavender eyes oogled your giggling body with a slight grin. "Do you wish me to give her a bit of my special wine?"
The special wine was simply spiked with an aphrodisiac. Some Gods loved to use it to heighten their own sexual pleasure, while others too… made the object of their desires a bit mellow. A bit more balmy and sweet, and so Satoru already imagined your body melting beneath his fingers as he held it dearly within his delicate grasp.
Feeding you the special wine would be easy. And yet, Satoru didn't wish to be a bastard.
"Oh, but you are," Suguru chuckled, sensing the thought in his friend's mind. "I don't think there's any God more selfish than you."
Satoru knew it was the truth, for his character was rather… oh well… let's simply say he wasn't known to be the kindest and most lovable pick among the women. The most beautiful one? Surely. The best in offering sexual pleasures? Indeed. Yet he was the most arrogant bastard on the Mountain's peak, and every creature living beneath the Midetarrean sun knew of it far and well.
You most likely knew it too, so that's why the stars bouncing off your eyes did not look his way even for a second.
His head fell against Suguru's shoulder, the heavy wine coating his tongue with a sweet taste. His mind buzzed with a clash of drunken and desperate thoughts, a pulsing desire already flowing like liquid through his veins.
"I want to approach her in a nice way," he muttered, feeling Suguru's body tremble with wicked laughter.
"You can only dream, my God. She had rejected all attempts to woo her. The men and the Gods were rebuffed before they could grasp the weight of her eyes," Suguru hummed, feeling Satoru's head suddenly grow heavy on his shoulder.
"Is it her father's fault?"
Suguru shook his head. "The River God wishes for nothing more than to see his grandchildren's blooming cheeks. It's she who sniffs at all her suitors. After all, she is a virgin huntress, bound by Artemis's chastity laws." Satoru's head grew heavier. "You'd better forget about her, my God."
But how could he! His heart raced for no one but her. And even if she was a virgin beauty, Satoru didn't mind it at all, for he truly believed in the power of his charming soul. The arrogant confidence of the Sun God was truly impossible to dim!
And so that evening, Apollo decided to fulfil your father's deepest wish and become a man worthy of his daughter's hand. The one who would turn the virgin huntress into his most delicate, lovely petal.
At first, he began strolling around the meadows you usually spent your time in. Where the river curved and bent like a serpent's snake, and crystal droplets smooched your body, immersing you deep. You often sat with other sisters, and Satoru would approach you all with his foxed smile, dripping with a few sweetish words about your utter charm.
The other nymphs giggled, blushing gently at the lyricism spilling from his lips, as if the words of the most passionate, heart-throbbing kind were meant for them indeed. They looked at your unfazed face with a sly smile, knowing that their sister would reject Apollo's advances as she did with all her other suitors.
The Sun God knelt on the riverbank, looking down at your naked body hidden beneath the water's gentle swells. He could see nothing but the swell of your breasts, with perked nipples smooched by the river's kisses. You were meant to stay a virgin, true, but no one said you couldn't use the charms of yours to make the men spill miserably right beneath your feet.
So you glanced, for the first time, at God's idyllic face and waved your hand with a soft sigh. "I don't need your courtship, my God. There's nothing you can say that will force my mind to change. And to answer the question you most anticipate – no, I won't marry you."
Other suitors would back away instantly, feeling the intimidating air your glance carried across the lush plains. Your head tilted wickedly, lips curving into a playful beam, as if you knew the wretched state you always left them in.
Because a man's nature was to challenge his luck. Who didn't think that maybe their fate would be to change the virgin's mind? As all of them thought of you as the gentle, timid petal, not knowing that the virgin huntress was indeed a true beast hidden beneath the loveliest female cheeks!
But the Apollo, of course, couldn't be more turned on by your harsh rejection. The truth was that he almost didn't hear a word. No, instead he focused on the way your lips curved into a tricky smile. How crystalline droplets clung to your half-dipped breasts, with liquid sun spilling all over your warm skin. He traced them one by one, dripping from the damp hair and down the chest. His eyes seemed to be enamoured by your heavy gaze, slightly squinted and teasing, as if you already knew that your rejection would pinch his wretched heart.
And so a truthful, "My Goddess, you're ethereally beautiful with this wrath-wrinkle of yours," fell with his deep, obsessed sigh.
The nymphs gasped, covering their lips with gentle hands. Their mingling eyes glanced between your squinted gaze and the God's wretched sigh, as they awaited how this concern would unfold.
"I'm not a Goddess, and I don't need your praise," you said, your voice dripping with disinterest. "Find yourself another muse, my God. There's no need to waste your precious time on a simple nymph."
You bounced off the river's edge and swam to the other one, where the Sun God knelt. With the golden halo smooching his pale cheeks and ivory tunic crumpling on muscular shoulders. Feet clad in long, serpent sandals, golden laurel laying high on frosted head.
You've seen men of his sort, yet he was the first to look down on you with such a wretched gaze. Like a doomed lover, trapped in a circle of unrequited love, as if his heart had never swelled for any beauty but your gentlest soul.
He watched you carefully as you swam his way, unhurriedly, slowly. Water flowed over your body in soft waves, and warm wind shook the sole strings of your hair as it fell.
Your arms rested on the lush grass as you looked up at him through a curtain of wet lashes. "My God, I think it's time for you to go."
Satoru smiled – foxily, slyly, yet truthfully – before his hand reached out to cup your lovely cheek. You quickly pulled back, letting the tips of his fingers only catch a whisper of your soft lips.
His head tilted, a few creamy strands falling loosely over his straight brows. "I don't wish to hurt you, my Goddess." He grabbed the hem of his tunic. "I simply hope you'll grant me a chance."
He was kneeling, propping himself on his toes, as his fingers itched to grab a single lock of yours.
"I won't. I pledged Artemis my virginity. I'm a huntress, not your silly muse. Leave this place, or you'll taste the blood of my arrows."
And these words had indeed been bold, as all three realms of this world knew that no man had been more skilful in archery than Apollo himself.
If anyone else had spoken them in such a daring manner, the wrath of Apollo would bring painful consequences.
Yet when he heard it in this lovely yet viper-like tone of yours, a shiver ran down his spine. His hair stood on end as if electrified, and an ethereal aura smouldering around his figure suddenly intensified.
He wasn't afraid, oh surely no.
But rather, the swelling enamour, pinching his fingertips, washed over his heart. Your wicked personality wasn't an issue of any sort, but rather made the Sun God burn with an unexplainable desire. Heat that seeped down to his loins as he took a whistling breath.
"My Goddess, do you know who you're threatening to?"
You knew, of course, yet the urge to play with his boastful ego suddenly proved stronger than the choice to simply leave him be. You've met men like him before – too proud, too arrogant, the ones who'd never heard the word no. Yet of all you'd rejected, Apollo – Satoru Gojo – was the worst of all.
He was the Sun God, after all, who took satisfaction in the fact that the world, indeed, revolved around him. A personification of vanity and smugness, surpassing even Narcissus's pompous pride.
He knew what spell his wicked beauty cast over the nymph's petal cheeks. He knew the virgin maiden would fall for him most pitiably, needing only a single glance from his lustful eyes. His touch was soft, and his hands roamed over the women's tender bodies in the most loving way, yet never leaving them with the true tenderness that should fill his heart.
Satoru Gojo was a simple scum you wished to have nothing to do with. A cheeky smile tugged at your lips as you rested your arms on the river's edge and lifted half your body out of the water.
He didn't try to hide the ocean gaze, immediately snapping down towards your perked nipples, with crystal droplets dripping down the lush glass. Your head tilted, eyes turning kitty-like, as the blessed kisses of sunshine, of his sun, peppered your wet cheeks.
"To just yet another miserable man," fell almost mockingly, prompting a sudden movement around his hips. You've noticed it, and so you turned your lips into a disgusted grimace. "Go away, my God, and know my mercy. I won't be that nice next time."
You fully lifted yourself from the water, standing next to his kneeling body, naked. His gaze followed up your thighs, the mound of your pussy, the plush of your belly, tracing every crystalline line carving into your body. When it finally met your eyes, his throat bobbed.
"My Goddess, you're truly underestimating my feelings for you."
A scoff slipped past your lips as your eyes rolled. "For the God of Poetry, I expected more flowery words."
And so, ignoring whether he wished to say anything next, you simply passed him by. Going deeper into the woods, leaving the Sun God with nothing but the lingering fragrance of your blooming skin in the air, and the painfully, wickedly wretched pleasure bubbling in his loins.
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You truly thought that he would give up.
That the Sun God, like any other man, wouldn't wish to pursue a woman who looked at him with nothing but a deep scowl between her beautiful brows.
And yet, for the next thirty moons, he always seemed to be there. Somewhere around, following you like a shadow, with eyes and lips and mind always speaking loudly, giving you neither peace nor serenity among the quiet fields of your home.
Whenever you went hunting, his arrows sliced through the air faster than yours, striking the animals and beasts with power that crumbled the heavens themselves, and a gasp always slipped past your lips.
Quiet, voiceless, yet somehow leaving you speechless upon seeing the strength the Sun God possessed.
He found you every single day, appearing like a spectre by the riverbank, a bow slung over his muscular shoulder, gold and softly feathered, mingling beneath the rising sun.
"Where are we going today, my Goddess?" He jumped to your side with a smile, immediately sniffing the fresh, flowery scent that clung to your sparkling hair.
You gave him no mind, simply following deeper into the warm, moist woods. The sun was barely high, and so you watched the trees wake from the slumber's tight arms.
"I'm going for breakfast, and you can do whatever you want."
Yet you knew that no matter how mundane your day was, Satoru Gojo would follow you nonstop. Just to steal a glance at your lips as you wrapped them around the orange's sweetest juice, the sugary stickiness dripping down your blooming cheeks. To watch the way your back bent whenever you drew yet another deadly arrow. How muscles beneath your flimsy tunic worked, and the sweat bubbled at the back of your neck as he traced it with a hungry gaze.
A few weeks had to pass before you started to tolerate his daily company.
He still acted bold and proud, often boasting like a peacock right in front of your irritated eyes, yet tried to keep his hands away, even though you'd noticed how his fingers curled whenever your tunic brushed their tips.
But then one day… something had changed.
You didn't know what, but well, he did.
Eros's wicked arrow had struck his bones, making his gut leak with maddening love. He was aware of the wretched ache in his heart, yet only after being struck by a love-spell of sorts did something beastly unlock in his mind.
As for the arrow meant to banish love, Eros shot it towards Apollo's dearest one. As all the Gods on Olympus already knew of his wretched state, Eros played his dirty trick, ensuring that the sweetest nymph would never glance at Apollo again.
But… well. A man in such haunting love is truly a hellish creature himself.
When the love-bound arrow struck his back, he took it with a wicked pleasure. Yet, when he saw another one flying boldly towards the curve of yours, he grabbed it swiftly, before the leaking peak could ever brush your skin.
It was a sudden movement as he stepped closer, his hand shooting toward something over your shoulder.
It happened yet another day, as you both walked the serpentine paths through his temple's lush garden. There's a little cove I wish to show you. How about a quick dip? After spending a month in his presence, you sighed and nodded, as nothing gave you more wicked pleasure than seeing him lose his mind at the sight of your naked body in fresh mountain waters.
And so, while your tunic fell to the ground and a warm wind brushed your hair with a soft tickle, he suddenly stepped closer.
Too close. Before a sudden crack of splintering wood sounded behind you, he drew an arrow, his long fingers clenching it.
"What is it?" you furrowed, looking at the long wooden arrow crushed in his strong grip.
He threw it to the side, taking the ivory tunic off his body. "Nothing, probably someone's lost arrow. Give it no mind."
But how could you, when something deep in your chest panged? You were a huntress, after all, so how could you not notice an arrow slashing at your side? There was never a moment when you would let your guard down, and yet, being in Satoru's presence somehow pulled a blissful laziness to seep into your mind.
He was always there – looking, watching, carefully observing each of your moves. Swooshing away a few men who dared to approach your side while he kept his eyes on you for too long.
To tear their limbs apart and unleash plagues across their lands with a single arrow. Something… you didn't know about, since there was no need to trouble your sweet mind. To reveal a sinister side of him that would shatter the gradually improving image you held of him.
His mind was already wicked. Heart wrenched by the pull of love so strong that it seeped into him from the inside. So the moment the love arrow struck his back, the feelings he had tried to keep within his heart suddenly burst with brutish, uncontrollable force.
He simply needed to make you his.
So you hummed softly, taking the first step into the little cove, with water slipping in from the nearby sea. A crisp chill hugged your limbs as you took a deep breath.
He watched you with a smile before dipping into the water too. "Rather good, isn't it?"
You nodded, leaning your arms over one of the sizzling stones. "Mhm."
Your bashful eyes roved over his ethereal body, lingering a moment longer on the broad, muscular back and meaty thighs. A warmth seeped through your loins, so you quickly looked away.
But he saw it. Of course he did, and so his body drifted a little closer, just to feel the saltiness wrapping your skin. Your hair fell loosely over your wet shoulder, and warmth crept up your soft neck.
The slight ache from the morning's hunt still pinched your muscles, so you turned to him again, only to see that he had suddenly come far too close.
A soft cough escaped your throat as you pressed yourself closer to the stone. "Could you, hm, give me a quick massage, my God?"
Satoru chuckled. "A massage? Is that how you wish to use the powerful Sun God?"
A scoff slipped past your lips as you turned back and rested your cheek against the warm stone. With eyes slightly lidded, you knew he, anyway, would give you whatever you wanted.
"Is there anything else you're good for?" A cheeky question slipped past your lips, followed by a low sigh.
He stood mere millimetres from your arched back, and the heat radiating from his body was smouldering your drenched skin. Long, thick fingers settled gently on your shoulders before he began pressing the muscles. Your body melted beneath his strong touch, and your mind went all fuzzy – nothing but soft moans and sighs would fill the little, hidden cove.
"I'm sure you can find a few things you could make good use of," his voice dripped with seduction, tickling your hair-covered cheeks.
A tsk fell past your lips. "You have only filth in your mind."
Well, how could he not? When your back arched so deliciously, with water hugging solely your slightly dipped hips? He could see the swell of your ass almost brushing his thighs, and if he took a little step forward, the tip of his leaking cock would surely brush your skin.
It was a blessing that you lay pressed to the stone in a blissfully unaware state, not knowing that the Sun God was going through pure torture right behind your back. With the fat, long cock sticking to his abdomen, little pearls of precum dripping down the veiny curve.
"You make me act filthy, my Goddess."
A month ago, you would have smacked his cheek and left him be. But now, with his fingers digging deep into the muscles of your back, a lovely laugh slipped past your lips.
"It's a pity I'm a wretched virgin, hm?" You straightened your spine, as if trying to give him a better view. "My God, you truly have extraordinary restraint."
Oh, how he loved this cheeky side of yours. The pure filth spilling from your virgin lips, eyes taking on a nasty look whenever you caught him staring at your nipples peeking through the tunic. The way you always undressed yourself in front of him without blushing like a birdie, taking full pleasure in the fact that he couldn't touch you as he wished.
Who said that a virgin should be timid and cowardly? If you could keep your chastity while still enjoying the wretched state you put men in?
And which God would be more fun to tease than the one who slipped through numerous affairs?
Satoru hummed, pressing your back a little harder. Slipping lower, and lower, through your ribcage and waist, rolling the little dimples just above your hips. "Have I? I'm afraid this restraint might one day snap."
A shudder ran down your spine as you tried to keep your head steady. Your bow lay still on the river's bank, and if he tried to misbehave even a bit, you would simply shoot him clean.
And yet, your hips rolled, as if trying to chase the pleasure his touch gave. "I'll be there when it happens." You looked over your shoulder, not missing the squint he gave you… "And I'll make sure to bring you to your senses," …and the reddened tip sticking to his hips. "I think you might wish to take care of it. Maybe with one of your muses?"
Or whores, as you actually wanted to say.
His cock trembled as you looked at it, and Satoru could only chuckle. Nastily, mischievously, with the fingers pulling your hips a bit closer. Yet not close enough for your wet pussy to feel the meaty shaft graze her lips.
"You are my muse, Goddess," he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your cheeks. "Do you wish to hear the poems I've written about you?"
The sizzling sun licked your spine, eyes followed as his plush lips leaned to your ear. "Are they as filthy as your mind?"
He nodded, fingers slipping down towards the swell of your hips. Rolling deep circles, loosening the tightness in your muscles. "How could they not?" Snowy hair almost tickled your ear. "Who do you think I pleasure myself to? You may be a virgin, my Goddess, but I have my needs too."
With a sudden movement, he flipped you over, pressing your back to the warm stone. His thick cock stuck to the white trail of his abdomen, yet still not touching your dripping cunt.
You may've pledged chastity, yet you couldn't control your body's simple needs.
"You can't do anything to me," you said, yet something in your voice quivered.
His head tilted wickedly, and his eyes shone as he gripped the fat shaft. "But you can watch, hm?" A thumb swirled over the pearly tip, smearing the sticky cum over the reddened head. "Or is it also against your chastity?"
Maybe it was. Yet your head shook as back pressed closer to the stone. The water swelled over your hips, leaving your breasts bare to his starving gaze.
"Hm, thought so." His fingers slipped to your cheek, brushing a few wet locks away. "My Goddess, you truly are a wicked creature."
Pleasure, distress, haunting desire clashed with each other in your mind, yet your body froze in place. Lips fell only slightly open, eyes bulging like porcelain plates, seeing the fatness he gripped. Leaking with creamy droplets of precum, soaking his long fingers and veiny thickness.
Saying he was large would be an understatement.
Something in your belly squeezed, imagining his bulging head hit the deepest–
"Stop," the word slipped out in a shudder as you turned your head away. With warm cheeks and a trembling lip, as if the Sun God's look of himself pleasuring himself solely on your blooming face were against every pledge you had made. "Go and find one of your filthy muses."
Satoru chuckled before his fingers pinched your chin, turning your head back. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing yours. "I can't think of anyone but you, my Goddess. Look what a wretched man I am because of you." His thumb brushed your lower lip, then slipped boldly onto your tongue. "Do you truly wish to put your Sun God through such a tor–"
Yet before he could finish, your hand met his cheek. A slap bounced off the water, turning his face left. To bring it back to face your wrath, you slapped it again.
His creamy face bloomed like the softest rose, and a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. Excitement pinched his heart as fingers clenched around the fat shaft with a low, groany moan.
He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at your face, burning with rage. "Slap me again, my Goddess, and I'll make you arch that pretty ass of yours for me again."
You didn't know where this sudden change had come from, yet the man standing in front of you was not the one who had pestered you for the past thirty moons.
No, as Satoru Gojo, who now stood mere millimetres from your body, with his musky scent clouding you tight and his fat cock trembling at the sheer look of yours – look much, much madder.
Wretched, obsessed, with the flame dancing behind his watery eyes and a wicked smile tugging at his rosy lips
Another shiver ran down your spine when he started pumping his shaft faster. Smearing the creamy cum all over the bulging veins, throwing his head back yet still following the gentle rise of your trembling breasts.
The rage bubbled beneath your heart, and a tiny thread of heat smouldered on your cheeks. He leaned a bit closer, and closer, and closer, until his forehead rested against your shoulder. He didn't touch you in any other way, yet the sole impact left you breathless.
"My Goddess, you smell so good," he took a deep breath close to your neck, letting another groan escape his lips. "So delicious, ah, I can only imagine how sweet the scent is down there."
A shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, feeling his muscular, massive body looming over yours like a deathly threat. Long fingers pumped his cock faster, breathless moans hit your drenched skin, before he finally stilled.
With the gentle, petal kiss upon your shoulder and his cheek nuzzling against your skin.
Something warm spilt over your belly. And you didn't need to look down to know what it would be.
"You're disgusting," fell in pure wrath, as you pushed him away. "Nothing but filthy scum. I hope this satisfied your hunger, because the next time I see you, my God, not even your wicked arrows will be able to save you from my rage."
You left the water with a shuddering, vexing tremor washing over your spine, and this little, agonisingly rubbing feeling that spilt hotly all over your mind.
Satoru followed your body with a slick smile, the saltiness of your skin still tasting heavy on his lips.
The Sun God was of a cunning nature. Wicked and wrathful, always doing things one way. His way.
Three weeks had passed before he had a chance to see you again.
His heart heaved in agony as he couldn't find you anywhere. As always, he came at the first break of day to join you on the morning hunt, but you simply weren't there. Waiting for him with a scowl, yet still giggling at all his foolish jokes and accepting a bit of help.
He was waiting by the river's bank from morning till night, yet you hadn't appeared even once. As if the waves themselves had trapped you beneath the surface.
He asked around – the nymphs, the Goddesses, the plains – yet everyone said they hadn't seen you for days. Or maybe they simply lied to him, as you couldn't simply disappear.
And so for the next three weeks, he walked through the lands like a shadow. He barely enjoyed anyone's company, sitting in his temple only to get drunk on the sweetest wine, letting his creamy skin be scorched beneath his own, merciless sun. A shadow of a man he was, as his heart simply couldn't bear the separation you imposed with such anger.
After two weeks, he met his twin sister, Artemis, to whom you pledged your chastity. He loved his sister dearly and knew her like the back of his hand. Thus, with a single glance, he could tell she knew everything that had happened between the two of you.
And based on her furrowed forehead and tsk that fell when she saw his grinning face entering her temple – she wasn't happy.
"I won't tell you where she is," she murmured, brushing her long, creamy hair aside as she enjoyed the warm kisses in the sun.
She lay on the sofa by her pool, with nothing but a long tunic gently wrapped around her body. Satoru hung over her wrinkled forehead and pressed a finger to satin skin. "My sister, such a beautiful woman you are, and yet you always seem so angry."
Shihori smacked his hand, glancing up at his brother with the same blue eyes. "Because you always make me angry, fool."
Satoru lifted her legs and rested them on his thighs as he joined her on the sofa. "Tell me where she is."
Shihori couldn't care less about her brother's wicked wish, so she shook her head. "You know she pledged her virginity, hm?"
Satoru hummed, playing with the long tunic as he brushed his sister's ankles. "I do."
"So you also must know what will happen if she breaks her vow?"
Of course he knew. That's why he came here.
"What if I told you I love her?" he asked, drawing his sister's attention. "I want to make her my wife. Give her to me, and I promise I will be in your debt forever."
Shihori propped herself up on elbows, letting long white hair brush her rosy cheeks. She was as beautiful as her younger brother – by a minute only. Possessing the same archery skill and a power that trembled the heavens.
With a slim chin and wicked eyes, matching the proudish smile. Strong and bold, with neatly carved muscles bulging beneath her satin skin and an authoritative tone that always made Satoru slightly squirm. But she was his older sister, after all, so how could he not feel the utter love and respect for the same blood?
"And why would I do that?" Shihori lifted her straight brow. "Why would I change my rules for this little nymph?"
"Because you love me," Satoru grinned. "And I suppose it would be rather proper to remind you that enjoying women's company also counts as losing one's virginity. My dearest virgin-goddess sister."
Shihori squinted, kicking his side with her foot. "Whatever I do with my nymphs is none of your business."
Satoru grabbed her ankle before biting her big toe, just as he used to tease her when they were children.
"I suppose some Gods would be interested in how the protector of young women and their virginity fucks with her dearest followers," he chuckled as she kicked him again. "You're no better than me, my sister. The same scum-blood runs in our veins. So let me have her, and I won't say a word."
Shihori glared at him. Morality and the need to give her little brother everything were clearly at war in her mind before she waved her hand and lay back down.
"Fine, I won't punish her. Just don't do anything stupid," she laughed, feeling Satoru's sweet kiss on her cheek. "She'll join another feast in a week. Just wait for her there. Oh, and bring me some of this Suguru's special wine."
Satoru tilted his head, another wicked grin already tugging at his lips. He knew his sister wasn't the saint everyone took her for, yet he had no idea how coy she was.
"And what do you need an aphrodisiac-spiked wine for?"
She opened one eye, shooting a set of daggers straight at his heart. But before another bark could pass her plush lips, Satoru chuckled once again. "Ah, what was this rumour, hm…" His eyes gleamed with a foul grin.
"What rumour?" Shihori asked through her teeth, yet the rosy warmth hit her cheeks.
Satoru stood up from the sofa, giving his muscular back a long, groany stretch. He scratched his chin before looking over his shoulder towards his sister. Oh, her anger only fueled his playful mind.
"Nothing, just that our dearest stepmother has been surprisingly benevolent lately," he observed, another wave of warmth wrapping around her neck. "I suppose it's because Hera truly enjoys the company of her stepdaughter. I wonder what makes her so happy that even Zeus no longer gets scolded for all his affairs."
Shihori slipped a pillow from beneath her head and threw it at his head. "Go out, before I change my mind!"
And so he left, with a crackling chuckle bouncing off the temple's walls and his older sister burning from embarrassment.
Yet now, with his sister's blessing, there was nothing that could stop him from pursuing your love.
And so he knew that the next time you met, he would make you his, whether you liked it or not.
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The moon spilt coldly over the feast's heavy tables as the Gods and Goddesses gathered around the flickering candles. The night was warm, as the summer breeze tickled the cheerful cheeks of the giggling nymphs, who listened to Satoru playing soft harp tunes.
An ivory tunic, as always, fell down his muscular shoulders, as the moon spilt dripping kisses on the lightened side of his face.
Finger played softly through the harp's gentle strings, yet lingered on your laughing cheeks. Something panged deep in his chest at how carefree you were with other divinities. You sipped your wine without giving Satoru much thought, as if you hadn't disappeared from Earth for the past three weeks.
Your laugh sliced sweetly through the air, tickling his ears. He desperately tried to force eye contact, yet you gave him nothing but the lovely side of your cheek.
An irritated tsk escaped his lips, an unpleasant anger bubbling deep in his chest. A few Gods approached you with a smile, forcing another wave of rage to wash over Satoru's spine.
Before he could step in, seeing how you slowly warmed yourself to some small God's side, a low, chuckling whistle slashed through the air.
"It seems like things didn't work your way," Suguru said, brushing Satoru's arm with his. "What? She rejected you?"
Satoru sighed, rolling his tense shoulders. "She's just a little nervous."
Suguru squinted his lavender eyes, clearly dissatisfied with such a roundabout answer. Raven hair tickled Satoru's cheek as he tilted his head. Satoru rarely saw his friend concerned with anyone but him, yet his forehead furrowed with a gentle wrinkle.
"Give her some of this wine," Satoru mumbled.
Suguru drew in a long breath, shooting his head towards Satoru. "But you said–"
He started, but Satoru quickly added. "I know what I said." He bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes squinting furiously. "Give her a little. Just to soothe her a bit."
Suguru chuckled, hitting his friend's back. "As you wish, my God."
"Ah, also, prepare a bit for Shihori."
Looking over his shoulder, Suguru rolled a laugh. "Your sister? What does she need it for?"
Satoru gestured with his chin towards the start of the table, where three of the brothers and their wives sat among the elite. With Persephone straddling Hades's hips, a quiet goddess wrapped around Poseidon's arm, and Hera… sitting utterly bored and giving Zeus's drunken laugh no mind.
Suguru followed his gaze before a devilish laugh escaped his throat. "Don't tell me she fucks with the queen mother herself?"
Satoru crossed his arms over his broad chest and let out a soft hum. Suguru tilted his head, admiring Hera's gentle cheeks. "Well, she's quite beautiful. No wonder she's stopped going crazy over Zeus's affairs lately."
Satoru watched as his friend took another pot of wine before rejoining the Gods. His golden tongue whispered the sweetest secrets, and the divinities laughed and blushed beneath Dionysus's soothing lines. After all, a God of Laughter, Wine and Theatre, he knew exactly how to play on people's minds.
You weren't an exception. As he approached and wrapped his arms around you and your friend, a gentle laugh made your eyes lift. Satoru bit the inside of his cheek, catching Suguru's sly glance, while his fingers clenched around your soft arm.
But still, he poured you another cup of the sweetest wine, watching you close as you took a sip. And another, another, another, before humming softly about how delicious it tastes.
A few minutes passed before something warm began to spill across your chest. A kind of fog clouded your mind – sweet and gentle, yet sizzling like the sun.
The nymph sitting right next to you grabbed your arm, looking at your hottish face with a furrow. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need some water?"
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling her cold skin against yours. Your head shook as a soft "I'm fine" barely passed your lips.
Excusing yourself, you rose from the chair and headed to a quieter part of the beach, where gentle waves lapped inside the small cove. Surrounded by the forest and shielded by tall trees, the spot offered a peaceful retreat. The salty breeze gently touched your cheeks, while your throat felt parched, and you scratched it with long nails.
The fog clouding your head was getting thicker, denser, spreading all over your body till the fingertips tingled with a pinching pleasure.
Something wet dripped down your inner thighs, and as you hid yourself behind a tree and slipped a hand beneath the long dress, you felt the stickiness coating your sizzling skin. But more so… the moment your finger brushed your swollen folds, a low bounce of the softly rolling waves.
"Fuck," slipped in a whisper, as you felt the burning pleasure fill your lower belly.
You looked around, seeing that neither mortal nor God peered into the little cove. The bay seemed completely private, with nothing but moonlight spilling onto the smooth sand and soft whispers rolling off the crystal waves.
You took a deep breath, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. Just to feel a faint friction, yet too embarrassed to slip your finger up again.
You've never felt it before. This… sensation.
Pleasure.
Or maybe you did, yet your mind refused to accept that Apollo, or Satoru Gojo, was the only man who woke a dangerous flame deep in your chest.
Maybe you simply wished to forget about the warmth that boiled deep within your lower belly when his muscular body stood right in front of yours. The look on his handsome face, lost in utter pleasure, and his long fingers wrapped around his filthy cock.
You tried not to think of it again, as the moment the image of his shaft slipped again into your mind, another moany sigh rolled past your lips. Your pussy clenched around nothing, letting another batch of stickiness coat your thighs. Trickling down the skin, till you've noticed a little, wet drop landing on the sand.
"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," you cried, feeling the burning sensation pinch your skin harder. Perking your nipples, softening your body, as if preparing you to accept the pleasure that needed to be spilt.
Bracing yourself against the stony wall, you took a few steps. On trembling legs, you felt the weakness slowly seep into your marrow. You walked slowly, trying to go deeper into the nearby forest, just to reach the river.
Somewhere safe.
You moved slowly, with wetness dripping down your legs and heavy breaths escaping your burning lungs. Your eyes were misty, nearly teary, as the feverish, floral heat enveloped your entire body.
Waves rolled past your bare feet, sandals long forgotten somewhere in the back. Your burning body couldn't bear the dress clinging to your skin, so you began to undress unconsciously.
One cloth after another, before falling down your knees, to crawl towards the river's banks.
"Do you need help, my Goddess?"
Someone's voice filled your balmy mind.
No, not someone's.
His.
Of the God whom you wished to see the last, as the sole fragrance of his skin pinched your senses in an utmost sinful way.
And, oh, he must've watched you now in such an embarrassing stance!
Kneeling with your sizzling body, you shed the sea-drenched dress behind you. The intense desire overwhelmed your reason as you presented yourself fully before his daring gaze.
"Go away," you barely breathed. "You can't see me in such a state."
But Satoru merely chuckled before you heard his heavy footsteps coming your way. Ocean eyes hummed at all the garments you'd left behind before settling on your clenched thighs and slightly arched back as you tried to crawl towards the nearest river.
He squinted, seeing the wetness dripping down your thighs and a gentle shimmer from your swollen pussy.
"My Goddess, it seems that you do feel unwell," He chuckled, taking another step your way. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Your head shook as you tried to crawl faster, only to get away from him as fast as you could. An attempt to stand up ended in a miserable fall onto the sand, drawing a soft giggle from Satoru's lips. He knelt by your side, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to your cheeks.
"Oh my," he hummed, seeing the utter loveliness of your drugged face.
With cheeks sweet as fresh cherries and eyes softened by an alluring scowl. A gentle pout tugged at your lips as you unconsciously nuzzled against his skin. Another hand cupped your cheek as he held your face in a possessive grip. His big thumbs, tight yet delicate, brushed your skin.
"What is it, my Goddess?" He whispered, allowing a lenient sigh to spill past your lips. "What happened here, hm? Are you a bit too drunk?"
You nodded, thinking of nothing but the pleasant grip of his fingers.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were slowly giving in.
A miserable attempt to push him away ended solely with you even more pathetically landing on the soft sand. Your back hit it with a dull thud, as Satoru placed his fingers on your knees. Thumb rolled gently in circles, as if he knew how much pleasure your body took from each brush of his skin.
"Say it," he muttered, leaning closer. Plush lips brushed one of your knees, eyes never leaving your fogged face. "Say that you want me to help you, my Goddess. I know how to make you feel good."
Oh, and you knew too, which is why your knees tried to close again. But his grip was too strong, and he brutally forced them forward, folding you in half.
With your bare pussy dripping filthy onto the sand and perked nipples waiting to be softly brushed by his thumb.
The moonlight kissed his handsome, sharp side as he leaned in once again. To hang right over your face, observing with wicked pleasure the tears forming beneath your lids. As if he could see the fuzzy mess of your mind, with morality and a simple, human need drawing a brutal tight.
"I c-can't," you mumbled, feeling the heat drip down your tongue. It felt much heavier than before, barely touching your feverish roof. "Stop, I can't, the chastity–"
"Shhh," Satoru cooed, pressing your thighs to your chest. Till the swell of your ass glued off the drenched sand. "Artemis will forgive you."
His nose traced the plush of your cheek. Lips peppering your skin softly, leaving traces down your chin. His tongue swirled sweetly around one of your nipples, through the burning neck, perked breasts.
You wished to fight it – you truly did, yet a sugary moan slipped past your lips.
"No, she–ah!" you cried, as he softly bit your nipple.
"It's alright, my Goddess. Don't resist it," he murmured, with one hand feeling your breasts as his lips traced a path down your body. He gently bit, grazed, and nipped your skin before resting his cheek against your mound. "Allow me to take care of you. Just say you want it," he whispered, as his finger rolled your nipple, causing another cry to escape your lips.
"I'm a v-virgin, wait…" Your hand landed on Satoru's head, tugging softly on his hair.
Satoru groaned, feeling your gentle finger scratch his scalp. "I'll take good care of you. It won't hurt, I promise," he mumbled right into the drenched mound of your cunt, as the fragrance of sugary juices already hit his senses. "Fuck, my Goddess. Just let me have a taste. I won't put it in…" promise?
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling his warm breath almost brush your core. Not quite, yet the mere sight of him, lying so handsomely between your thighs, was enough to force a nod.
A nod, which would never happen if your mind wasn't on the verge of spilling. If your body wasn't melting beneath his touch, thighs spreading even wider, just to open your cunt to his starving mouth.
It was utterly embarrassing, humiliating, mostly sinful act and yet… when his tongue finally licked the juices off your clit, a shuddering moan bounced off the cove's stones.
He didn't waste a time, pushing the drenched muscle right inside your spasming cunt. Slurping, ravishing on the waves of wetness that spilt from your hole in unnaturally large bursts. Droplet after droplet, trickling down his chin and landing softly on the sand.
"My Goddess, fuck, I knew you would taste so good," he slurred, letting your juices stick to his lips. "My sweetest love, mhm, I was waiting a month for you."
Your fingers clenched around his hair as you tried to slightly pull him back. "W-wait, that's–nghhh–too much, my God!"
Your body had always been much weaker than his, but now, with neediness running through your blood, it seemed impossible to do anything but allow yourself to be wrapped in his lips.
He took your hand, slipping it down your belly. Down to your clenching cunt, only to press your two fingers against the swollen clit.
"Do you feel it, my Goddess?" He chuckled, looking up at your warm cheeks. "Do you feel how wet you are? That's what you wanted to take away from me."
He directed your pads to press softly, pinchily, till another moan spilt past your lips. His tongue slurping on your tight core, fingers of one hand rolling your nipples. Squeezing the plush breasts, till a painful pleasure tickled your spine.
And the other hand…
"Wait!" You screamed, quickly catching his wrist. "N-no penetration… just…" Oh dearest, how embarrassing it was to say out loud! "… use your tongue. I can't lose my virginity."
My sweet foolish nymph, Satoru thought, before an innocent, "Of course, my Goddess," fell past his plush lips.
The waves and waves of ethereal pleasure washed over your spine as he devoured your sweet pussy with a starving need. Nose all glued with your juices, cheeks nastily squeezed by your trembling thighs, tongue working on your clit and hole, trying to stretch her as much as he could.
His creamy forehead furrowed with a wrinkle, brows tight, as you pushed a few soft strands of his hair away.
"My God, please t-take a breath," you cried, yet the spilling lustfulness seeped like a flame through your skin. "I'm–mhmm–t-there's something…" Before you could point at your lower belly, his hand pressed right there.
Squeezing your little pouch, as if trying to feel the slick, filthy cum splashing beneath your skin.
"You need to cum, my Goddess," he mumbled drunkenly, sucking on your plush clit. "But for that, I need to put my finger in."
You bit your lower lip, looking down at his wretched face.
His cheek nuzzled against your soft thigh, kissing the clit softly. "Please? Just a finger. I promise, it'll be fine."
Oh, he looked stunning. With those alluring eyes and innocent pout, as if aware that his angelic face alone was enough to make your head spin.
So you nodded, rather unconsciously, and watched him push one finger in.
"Oh," slipped moany at the new feeling. "Oh, my God, mhmm, i-it's–"
"Now you can cum for me," Satoru whispered, going back to sucking your clit.
He knew where your sweet spot was – how couldn't he? – so within a second, you started squirming beneath his grip.
One of his hands rested on your belly while the other was deep inside your tight, clenching walls. He kissed, brushed, and lightly peppered your most sensitive spot with his finger until your thighs finally clenched around his head.
Locking him in a tight, shuddering embrace as he drunkenly moaned over your spilling juices. With a single flick of his tongue, you melted beneath his maddening touch, squirting all over his cheeks, chin and nose, till the Sun God was left nothing but a wretched man, hugging nastily to your velvety skin.
Your head felt a bit less feverish, with the crimson fog finally clearing from in front of your eyes and fresh summer air finally filling your lungs.
For a mere second, you felt normal again.
Satoru still lay between your spread legs, kissing the slippery skin of your inner thighs softly.
"Welcome back, my Goddess," he muttered, licking the last juices dripping from your pussy.
You watched him with pure terror swirling behind your eyes. "I… this feeling…"
"Mmm," he hummed, softly biting a plush of your thigh. "Someone must've spiked your wine, my Goddess. Have you angered anyone recently?"
Oh, he was such a scum.
Your lovely brows furrowed, a drop of sweat slipping down your temple. "No, I… I don't know. There was…" you, wanted to slip, yet you bit down on your tongue.
Satoru pouted, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "My Goddess, I vow to find that bastard and slash his throat," he whispered, kissing your thigh and moving upward, even biting gently into your calf. "But for now, brace yourself for another wave."
And true to his promise, the heat once more kissed your cheeks. It climbed up your neck, seeped into fingertips, curled beneath lower belly, and caused another slick to slide down your cunt.
A fogginess once again swirled in front of your eyes, and an anxiety bubbled somewhere deep in your tightened throat.
Satoru flipped you onto your belly, with a soft, "Shhh, it's fine, my Goddess. You'll be fine."
Gentle, wet kisses landed on your shivering spine, leaving hottish traces down the skin.
"What a-are you doing?" fell shuddered.
But you didn't catch his reply. Truly, you heard nothing at all but the swoosh of his tunic as it landed close to your sand-plastered face.
"My God–ah!" Slipped in a pitched moan, as something fat poked on your swollen pussy.
The heat was teasing, gently pinching your damp folds, rolling waves of intense pleasure whenever Satoru stirred your cunt. His fingers spread the heat in a soft hum, and something heavy, round, pressed against your tight entrance.
"My God, what–"
"My love," Satoru let out an utterly innocent whimper, as if trying to stifle the tears wracking beneath his lids. You couldn't see the devilish smile tugging at his lips, his face tightly pressed into the sand. "Allow me to make you feel good. I can make the pain go away, just let me…" His swollen head slipped in a little, forcing a shattered moan from your throat.
"Wait!" You tried to crawl away, but he pressed a hand between your shoulder blades. Keeping you tight in place, with his massive body fully resting on yours.
"It's okay, my love. It won't hurt, I promise," he hummed, another hand massaging the swell of your hips. Spreading your drenched folds a bit farther to see the tip of his cock getting sucked by your weeping cunt. "My Goddess, don't make her wait any longer. She's just wishing to get fucked, ahh."
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to stop your hips from slamming against his. As, dearest heavens, the way his sole head stretched your cunt brought an unparalleled, maddened pleasure, bubbling deep inside your belly. The pledge you made re chastity was trying to fight the aroused, lustful thoughts. The thick, warm fog that made your body liquefy beneath his touch, and your mind go all hot.
"My virginity–" You started, yet Satoru quickly snapped back.
"I talked to my sister, love. She won't punish you," he whispered, leaning down to lick a long stripe down your spine. "Because now you're mine. So say you want it, hm? Say you want me to fuck your tight cunt and fill her up."
He bit, licked, kissed your skin, while slowly, oh so painfully slow, poking your drenched hole.
"Just the tip, my love," he whispered, brushing away a few strands of hair hiding your lovely side. "I don't want to hurt you, my Goddess. I'll slip just a little tip."
And with an arousal fogging your mind, you nodded. Forcing a wicked laugh past his plush lips as he kissed your cheek.
"Mhm, that's right, my love," his cock slid through your tight walls, snugging inside your plush warmth. "Oh fuck, my Goddess, you truly are a fucking virgin."
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling his heavy cock slip into your belly. It was anything but the tip, forcing a sudden burst of tears to roll down your cheeks.
The pain mixed with pleasure as his shaft forced its way deep inside your pussy. You could feel every pulsing vein throbbing against your walls, the pumped head smooching your sweet spot, as he pushed and pushed, while pressing your body to the sand.
A moany cry bounced pitifully off the crystal waves before he quickly rolled you again.
This time, your back hit the sand, thighs folding up to your chest.
And when you looked up at his face… oh.
The Sun God hung over your crying cheeks with nothing but an utterly wicked, handsome smile. Eyes shining beneath the cold moon, adding to their ocean-blue hues a kiss of sin. He giggled, kissing the single tear that soaked your cheek.
And an angel, no, rather a demon, keeping you in his tight, possessed embrace.
Your hands pressed to his chest, as he pushed harder. "My God, you said just the tip," fell harshly, seeing a grin coiling in his gaze.
"My Goddess, you truly are ruthless," he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "How could I ever lie to you? I'm barely in, I promise."
Yet when you tried to look down, his strong fingers grabbed your chin, keeping your eyes fixed on his.
"You don't trust me?" He pouted, peppering your skin with soft kisses. "Don't look down there, my love. Focus on me."
Your head lulled right as he bit the side of your neck. Licking, sucking on it gently, while still forcing his cock through your walls.
It wasn't just the tip, and although you should be angry, the way he kept you folded left little room for movement. With his single arm pressing your legs tight, fingers keeping your chin up, and massive, heavy body leaning on yours.
He started to move faster, faster, faster, pumping you poor, weeping cunt with his heavy cock. It hit every inch of your lower belly, brushing past the sweet spot and smooching up to the slowly swelling womb. You could feel his round head nuzzle deep inside your pulsing warmth, as your tight walls wrapped around him, as if trying to lock him in.
A low hiss slipped past his rosy lips as you cried out in painful pleasure. Your blood ran hot as he tried to fuck each drop of aphrodisiac from your veins, pushing your body deeper into the sand.
The nasty squelch bounced off the water, spilling deep into the cave and catching in your scattered hair. He brought your face back, giggling at the sight of your utterly fucked eyes.
"My beautiful Goddess," he whispered, before slipping his hand down your belly. At this point, with heat bubbling in your belly, your thighs stayed open, pressed to your chest, as if your body was freely inviting him in. "My sweet, beautiful Goddess. Tell me how good you feel."
His demand forced wrath and balmy submissiveness upon your fucked mind, and so a sweet, honest, "G-good, ahh, you're filling me s-so good," fell embarrassingly past your lips.
As no matter how much you wanted to refuse, it did feel good. Dearest, it felt amazing, handling his hefty cock fully sliding inside your warmth, till wet balls hit your lifted ass. Head kissing your womb, veins pulsing in rhythm with your plush walls, as they pushed out waves and waves of fresh cum. Coating his full length in your juices, till whenever he pulled out, a crystal thread formed between your cunt and his creamy, happy trail.
His hands kneading your softness turned your mind to balm, and fingers playing with your swollen bud forced a moan, so you truly, shamefully so, allowed your body to give in to his touch.
"My God, nghh, I'm going to–"
Before you could finish, he crashed his lips against yours. He slipped a groan deep inside your throat as he started to fuck you faster. More relentless, brutal, forcing upon your virgin cunt a strength you weren't used to.
"My God, p-please–ahhh–slow down," you cried into his lips, yet received only a low chuckle.
"I know how to make you cum, my love. Your pussy needs to be fucked properly," he licked the tears dripping down your cheeks before capturing your lips again. "You're close, hm? I can feel it in your belly."
His hands pressed to your lower pouch, feeling his cock hit the soft skin, before slipping down to your cunt. Rolling your clit in mean, squelching pinches.
"S-satoru," his name finally escaped your throat, as you wrapped your arms behind his neck. "So good, you're–ngh–filling me–ahhh."
He chuckled, seeing your lidded eyes and messy blabber falling past your lips. "I know, my Goddess, your–ahh–pussy feels so fucking good. My sweetest, I promise to take good care of you."
He hid his face in the crook of your neck before finally going still. Your back arched, nipples pressing to his chest, before a soaked cry ripped from your throat. Juices gushing all over his abdomen, cock, as he hit your womb painfully, filling it with sticky ropes of cum. Till you felt the heavy creaminess sticking to your walls, stuffing you heavily, madly full.
A filthy fog once again seeped into your mind, and for a single minute you felt your strength return to your body. For a mere moment, it allowed you to smack his fair cheek. It left him fully unfazed, with a cheeky grin still plastered to his handsome face and a low chuckle forcing its way past his lips.
"My Goddess, is that how you should treat your future husband?" he asked, then brutally turned you back onto your belly. You tried to crawl, kicking him back, but he simply smacked your ass. "Come on, my love. Don't try to fight me. If I hadn't found you, who knows who would?"
Your breath hitched when you felt his cock harden again. Still snuggling deep inside you cunt, as you felt his shaft stretch your poor, weeping walls.
"I–ahh–I fucking hate you," you snapped through gritted teeth, your hips slowly rocking against his. Whatever you'd drunk still flowed in your veins, forcing another fog over your mind. "I hate you, so, s-so–mhm Satoru, just, fuck, p-please–"
His fingers dug deep into your perked-up ass, ocean eyes glimmering at the sight of your arched back. Sweat beaded on your neck, and your teary gaze looked over your shoulder in a furious, desperate, pleading manner.
He chuckled, taking a little vial from his tattered tunic. Opening it with his teeth, he handed it your way.
"What is it?" you asked, trying to sound at least a bit suspicious.
His eyes squinted, lips turned wickedly up. "Just a simple water. You'll feel a bit better."
"Drink it first."
"You don't trust me?"
You bit down your lip, shaking your head a bit.
Satoru hummed before taking a sip of the liquid without hesitation. It seeped warmly through his body, dripping down to the burning loins.
Seeing that he truly acted normally, you took it from his fingers and drank it all in one go. But… oh.
You shot head his way, seeing nothing, but a nasty grin. "This…"
He leaned closer, pressing his hand back between your shoulder blades. His face drew nearer, then he licked your lips with his wine-sweetened tongue. "Tastes similar, my love?"
A wave of heat was rolling faster, an even stronger aphrodisiac flowing through your veins. Breathing became harder, your mind already blind, as he pushed your melted body into a deeper arch.
"I love you so much, my Goddess," he whispered, peppering your sizzling cheek. "I'll make you feel so good. So fucking good, I promise. My sweet, beautiful wife. Just trust me."
synopsis: you answer toji fushiguro’s job listing to be his babysitter, unknowingly signing yourself up for a summer of drooling over your employer. you just hope he’s drooling over you too.
a/n: this part is lowkey a jumbled mess of different days but only because it’s an intro but promise future parts will be more coherent and yummy hehehe and will probs be actually smutty
part 2 | part 3
summer break had officially started and you were beyond excited for a break from long lectures except that meant one thing: without your on-campus job, you were officially unemployed and broke. hence why you were sitting in your shitty apartment, looking through various job listings on your beat-up laptop. really fulfilling the broke college student prophecy.
technically, you could survive without a job for the summer but that would require missing out on clubbing and hanging out with friends which was so not okay. a listing caught your eye and you paused the endless scroll to click on it.
'in need of a babysitter for during the day -- pay is up for discussion'
the listing was vague but sounded easy next to others that were regarding excessive lawn work. and, working during the day was perfect because you really only liked to have fun at night. after going back to scrolling for a bit, you decided that the babysitting gig might be your best bet despite the blank profile picture of the account.
you just hoped it was some busy parent and not a kidnapper. the phone rang only a couple times before your call was picked up. kind of vague information was exchanged. mostly a consistent set of working hours, single dad, 5 year old son, etc. it sounded pretty easygoing.
before you knew it, you were meant to meet with mr. fushiguro for your first shift in a couple days.
. ‘ . + *
you showed up to the relatively nice one-story house, double checking the address on your phone once more. the summer heat was sending droplets of sweat down the back of your spine as you clicked the doorbell.
being the girl you were, you didn't really have clean clothes that weren't either too slutty or too modest for the heat. so, you'd decided on your longest denim shorts (which weren't that long..) and a waist-length tanktop. it couldn't be so bad, right?
it's not like a 5 year old would care. hopefully his dad was an average nerdy corporate worker who was too work-obsessed to care.
the door finally swung open and your eyes widened a fraction as you looked at the man in front of you. he was not at all a regular nerdy corporate worker.
you'd be surprised if he could even fit into those cube sized offices with how big he was. and not like big as in pot belly, big as in tall and built and like his biceps were twice as big as your head. a total dilf. well at least your summer job came with some eye-candy.
you pasted on a sweet smile and hoped he hadn't noticed your staring though he didn't make any indication, his expression serious and even a little scary.
"hi! you're mr. fushiguro right?" you said cheerily, holding out a hand.
he glanced at your hand and then briefly took in your outfit, which you were more unsure about now. his gaze seeemed to heat but you weren't sure if it was out of irritation or something else
“yes, i'm toji fushiguro. come in." he said simply and stepped aside to give you room.
you entered in and glanced around at the simplicity of the house. there weren't many decorations on the wall and the only bright colors came from the excess amount of toys laying in different places.
the door shut with a click and he led you to the living room. you guys sat down on a soft couch, a large gap between you guys.
"so.. hi again." you said, hoping to fill the silence that was filling up the room.
he assessed you with a neutral expression but something burned in his eyes.
"we already spoke on the phone but just to confirm, you're fine working every week day basically? and you don't mind the 9-5 schedule?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. you nodded quickly a few times.
"sounds perfect. i only party at night anyway." you said lightheartedly with a laugh in attempt to lighten the atmosphere. he only cocked an eyebrow at you and basically ignored the info, moving on.
finally, it was time to meet the kid. you weren't too nervous but just hoped he'd be less serious than his dad. he waddled out of his room after being called on, walking over to you with his head slightly lowered.
your heart fluttered at the sight, he was already such a cutie. toji's serious expression melted into a soft smile as he watched his son. your gaze lingered on his face for a moment before finally looking away.
"hii! i'm y/n." you spoke softer, smiling as he walked to stand in front of you and his dad.
"hi, i'm megumi." he mumbled a little shyly, looking up finally.
you held out your hand which he took quickly with his tiny fingers. he gave you a small handshake which nearly melted your heart. at least one fushiguro boy knew about handshakes.
"i'm your new babysitter, we're gonna have soo much fun together." you said earnestly.
he made a small pouty face, glancing at his dad. "okay.. but i don't need a babysitter. daddy is just.. too much." he said seriously, seemingly not having a big enough vocabulary to describe his feelings.
you returned the serious expression with a nod. "i know, you're such a big kid. but its okay, i wont bother you as much as him." you murmured jokingly, earning a small smile and nod in agreement from megumi.
you looked up to see toji watching the exchange with an amused look, not bothering to defend himself.
once toji had debriefed you on all of megumi's favorite snacks, movies, toys, basically everything in the world, he was finally ready to head out. you flopped onto the couch next to megumi who was knee-deep into some random cartoon. "you're right, your dad is a lot."
. ‘ . + *
the next few weeks at the job passed smoothly for the most part. you'd arrive on time mostly, except for mondays—almost always hungover from the weekend. you dressed in outfits for the heat so mostly different combinations of shorts and tanktops or cute tops.
your friends accused you of trying to seduce the old man but in your defense, you were just dressing to impress? the way toji assessed you every morning at the door was definitely one of the more interesting part of your days. it was difficult to read him but hey, a workplace crush never hurt anyone.
sometimes there were even times where moments would occur between you and toji that made you think maybe there was some mutual attraction in the air:
like one time, you were bringing megumi his plate of pancakes and eggs that toji had been working on at the stove. he shuffled around the kitchen heavily as he moved to grab his coffee.
you were busy bent over the table setting up gumi's utensils and water until you felt small fingers grabbing at your arm. you looked over at him with a raised brow. "what?"
megumi gestured for you to lean down closer before leaning up to meet you. he cupped his mouth to your ear, loudly whispering with a boyish giggle. "daddy has a staring problem."
you tried to sneakily glance at the kitchen, only to find that the kid was right. toij stood there and was definitely staring at you, his dark eyes appeared darker than usual but was it with scrutiny or desire?
you straightened and looked down at megumi, pinching his cheek. "stop being bad. eat your food." you whisper-shouted but your body and face had totally heated at the idea of his hot dad finding you hot back.
and that one time when you'd shown up early for once and were let in by megumi. you smiled down at him and shook your head. "i don't think you're supposed to open the door mister."
he shrugged innocently and grabbed your hand with his tiny one, leading you inside. "daddy asked me to bring him a towel buttt I can't reach." he said as he dragged you off to a storage closet between the two bedrooms.
you narrowed your eyes at him before reaching up to grab the towel, handing it to megumi. he stared at it for a moment before exclaiming, "nose goes!" he tapped his nose after throwing the towel at you and ran into his room. the door shut and locked, leaving you confused and holding the towel.
you hesitated a moment to see if gumi would come out and to your surprise (not) he didn't. slowly, you approached the bathroom door. at the same time, the doorknob turned and the door quickly opened.
toji opened his mouth, likely to shout at megumi but stopped in his tracks as he saw you. your eyes widened as you looked back at him. he was nearly naked save for the small towel he held over his crotch. his hair was dark from being wet and water droplets trailed down his chest and arms, dripping down towards defined abs.
you met his eyes, your own wide with horror as you realized you had just shamelessly stared at your employer's naked body.
to your surprise, his cheeks appeared slightly flushed and his expression was similar to yours—as if you'd caught him doing something. a part of you wondered and maybe hoped that you'd been on his mind during his shower.
you turned your back on him and held the towel out, shaking your head at yourself for not reacting quick enough.
"oh my god, i'm so sorry mr. fushiguro! megumi locked himself in his room and basically told me to give you this. I hope I’m not fired for harassment" you rambled, tone turning lighthearted at the end to hopefully lessen the tension.
he cleared his throat and took the towel. "you're not fired." he said simply and shut the door.
you buried your face into your hands and ran off to megumi's room, knocking on it hard. "open up, youre in big trouble buddy." you said, trying not to think about how delicious toji had looked.
there was also how sometimes, toji would come home from work late—exhaustion clear on his face. you'd usually be laying on the couch with megumi at that point.
one time, you accidentally drifted off with him loosely in your arms. he'd snuck away from you at the sound of his dad entering meanwhile you barely stirred.
toji walked over to you quietly, kneeling beside you on the couch. he gently nudged your shoulder, admiring the peaceful look on your face as you slept. how your lips were slightly parted and your lashes looked extra long with your eyes closed.
"hey, you should head home." his low voice woke you up. you slowly opened your eyes to look at him—eyes half-lidded with sleep.
his expression was much softer than you'd ever seen it when looking at you. your eyes opened wider as the situation hit you and you quickly sat up, fixing your hair with your hands.
"oh yeah ofcourse, im sorry for falling asleep." you rushed out, standing up. he shook his head and led you to the door once you'd gathered your things.
"that's okay, be safe out there." he said, slowly resting his hand on your lower back to guide you.
you heated instantly, this was the first time he'd really put his hands on you. it was so not a big deal but you felt your workplace crush grow tenfold at the contact.
ugh, you just wanted to know if he wanted you back or not.
ა ˙˖ summary → there’s no one you hate more than satoru gojo. he’s arrogant and entirely too full of himself. when you agree to be strictly enemies with benefits, gojo takes this as the perfect opportunity to finally make you his.
ა ˙˖ content: 10.7k wc, accurate portrayal of fraternities so the boys are jerks srry, hazing, rough sex, mentions of blood, overstimulation, spanking, choking, desperate gojo, oral sex (both receive), jealous reader, mentions of terrible parents, some fluff, some angst
frat!jo 𝓍 fem!reader
chapter one chapter three
It was an undeniable fact that you were drunk on Gojo’s cock.
In the weeks since you started this arrangement, you fucked almost every day. Your excuse was that you were simply researching for your project, running experiments and proving theories wrong and right.
You were like two magnets that couldn’t resist each other despite your very different personalities and while you still couldn’t see yourself ever being anything other than possibly acquaintances, you would be lying if you said you didn’t warm up to him a smidge.
At least when he was between your legs.
“Satoru, haah, oh fuck!”
You cried as Gojo ate you like you were his last meal, his tongue lapping at your pussy in fast strokes, your back arching off your bed with his white locks gripped tight in your hands.
You hadn’t been able to keep your word and find someone more “digestable” to help satisfy your needs, you hadn’t really even tried when you had him fucking you into forgetting. Only Gojo was becoming more clingy, pestering you to go on a date with him and kissing you more than you cared to admit you enjoyed.
And while you were able to tolerate him in small doses when you weren’t fucking, your stance still stood: you and fratboys didn’t mix, Gojo was hardly the exception and that only extended to sex.
“Such a good girl.” he grumbles, plunging two fingers inside your hole while his tongue worked your clit in fast, relentless circles. You were already close, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he curled them, hitting that sweet spot inside of you.
“You t-talk too much.”
Gojo laughs against your pussy, hot breath blowing on you and pushing you closer to the edge. You gasp when he sucks hard on your clit, electric shocks shooting from the tip of your fingers to the bottom of your toes, body moving up the bed when his hands grab onto your hips and pulls you back down, his face pressed against your heat as he starts sucking you faster and finger fucking you deeper.
“I’m- oh god, fuck Toru, m’gonna-” Your nails are clawing at the sheets as your orgasm ripped through you, words dissolving into a broken moan as you came, your pussy clenching around his fingers, juices dripping down his chin.
Gojo didn’t stop. He kept licking you through the aftershock until you were a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him. Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning at you.
Fuck him. Fuck his stupid, smug face.
“Look at you.” He says while climbing over your body, still completely dressed in his football clothes, his face shining where he failed to wipe, your arousal mocking you for still sleeping with him a month later. “All glowing and satisfied, my perfect girl.”
You panted, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you glared up at him, spreading your legs wider so he could fit between them. “I still h-hate you, asshole.”
Gojo knew you hated the nicknames he called you and yet he refused to stop. You even had to discipline him once when he called you “love”, going a few days without speaking to him though you’re still not sure if that hurt him more or you, what with your high sex drive.
“Mmm.” He presses his forehead to yours and quickly pecks your lips, his hard-on pressing against your thigh through his shorts. “Now it’s my turn.”
His mouth dropped to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave you yet another hickey you’d have to explain to your friends who were under the impression you weren’t seeing anyone since you dropped your last guy.
You barely had time to process it before he was moving his head back up and kissing you again, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You sunk into it, arms wrapping around his neck and forgetting once again about your little no kissing rule. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples, before sliding down to grip your ass.
Gojo grinds his hard length into you and you moan into his mouth, your pussy clenching and begging for more.
Just as he was about to take his shirt off, a knock came from the door and made you both freeze, your eyes widening in a panic. Fuck, if anyone knew Gojo was in here you’d never hear the end of it.
"Oi!" Shoko's voice echoed through the hallway and it sent your pulse racing. "Open up! I forgot my key again!"
“Closet, now.” You practically hiss, pushing him off of you so you can stand and dress yourself. You were bouncing around the room, jumping into your pajama shorts and shoving Gojo toward the closet, your heart in your ass because the last thing you needed was your friend finding out you had been screwing her friend that you claimed to hate..
Of course, being the insufferable man that he was, Gojo simply took it as a joke and tried to kiss you as you opened the door and pushed him into the closet full of yours and Shoko’s clothes. You pushed his face away with a nasty glare, your cheeks flushed and thighs sticky with your release and his spit.
"You’re seriously gonna stuff me in a clos-"
You shoved him back and slammed the door in his face.
"Coming!" You quickly press down your shirt and smooth out your shorts and hair before moving to open the door for your roommate, praying she wouldn’t notice your messy hair and flushed cheeks and put two and two together.
Most of all you hoped Gojo would keep his fucking mouth shut. Bringing him here had been a terrible idea but he was already on campus when you texted him and you were horny now and didn't want to drive back to his place.
When you finally open the door, Shoko is standing on the other side with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows scrunched together. You smile awkwardly and pull the door further open so she can pass through.
“Sorry. Left my keys in the psych building.”
You clear your throat and smile, closing the door and following her further into the room while pretending like vomit wasn't rising in your throat and your heart wasn’t trying to escape your ribcage.
"What were you doing anyways?" Shoko asks, pushing past you with suspicion written on her face. "I was standing out there for like three minutes."
"Sorry, I was.." You paused, willing your voice to not sound so high pitched, pulling your rising shirt down. "I was in the bathroom."
It’s obvious she doesn’t believe you with the way she’s looking at you, studying your face and looking you up and down and you want to die. How embarrassing would it be to get caught with Gojo of all people after complaining about his existence since freshman year?
“Hm, you look flushed.”
“Yeah, just.. uhm- I just was working out”
Shoko rolls her eyes and starts to look around her side of the room, giving you a second to look at the closet and make sure Gojo didn't decide that he did in fact hate you after all and expose himself.
The door was still closed. At this rate you would be the one to expose yourself by panicking over nothing.
“Were you masturbating?”
Your friend's words have you snapping your head toward her, hair flying in your burning face. No Shoko, I wasn’t masturbating. My enemy just gave me a mind shattering orgasm on his tongue alone and would have done it again if you didn’t interrupt. Any more questions?
Is what you wanted to say, but instead you swallow your annoyance and stick with: ‘No, what makes you ask that?”
"Your face is basically glowing, your hair's messed up, and you took forever to open the door." Shoko shrugged. "I'm just saying, if you were, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone does it. I do it. It's healthy."
Then, for a reason you’d never understand, Gojo decided that now was the best time to laugh. It was low, barely audible but loud enough to make Shoko look toward it with scrunched eyebrows.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! You were going to kill that six foot idiot. What the fuck was he thinking? You were a shaky, sweating mess when your friend turned to look at you, her eyes burning holes through your face.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
She gestures wildly with her arms and nods past you, obviously annoyed at your decision to play dumb. “The noise from the closet! Do you have someone over?”
“I-” You swallow hard, fingers digging into your nails as you try to find a way out of this.
You obviously weren’t going to tell her it was Gojo, but if you did tell her you were hiding someone then she’d never stop trying to figure out who it was. It would be a nightmare and you would have to be twenty times more careful with Gojo or cut off your arrangement before you were able to find a replacement.
Either way, you were fucked.
“Yes.” You huff out, hoping she doesn’t push further and ask who it is but before she can respond, you’re speaking again in an attempt to distract her. "How was the library? Did you finish your paper?"
Shoko stared at the closet for a few more seconds then decided it wasn't worth investigating. She, thankfully, had never really been a noisy girl and you were grateful that she was your roommate instead of Yuki who would have ripped the door open herself.
"Almost. I need another hour, but I forgot my charger and my laptop's at six percent."
When she finally left, you stomped your way to the closet and yanked it open. You were beyond seething, ears on fire from embarrassment and annoyed that you had to tell Shoko you were in fact seeing someone when you wanted this to be left in the dark.
Gojo was wedged between clothes and a shoe rack, his hair slightly disheveled, grinning like a fucking idiot. You wanted to kill him.
“That was close.” He grabs your hip and walks you backwards, trying to kiss at your neck but you’re having any of it, placing your hands at his chest and shoving.
“What?” Gojo frowns at you and gives you his best puppy eyes but it only makes you want to hit him more. You cross your arms to stop yourself, head tilted back so you can look up at him.
“It was ‘close’ because of you! I told you to be quiet and you couldn’t even do that. I should end this right here since you’re apparently a child.”
That wiped the smirk off his face and he was stepping closer, grabbing onto your arm to pull you forward and you let him this time. His hands find your waist again and rub circles on your exposed skin, your body shivering in response.
“It won’t happen again, I promise.” He lets his fingers creep under your shirt, moving higher. “Now where were we?”
“Nowhere. We’re done.”
“Oh come on. I’m literally in pain, don’t leave me with blue balls, princess.” He pulls you flush against his chest but you push back, ignoring every instinct telling you that one quickie wouldn’t hurt.
“No Gojo. I have to work in an hour. I need to shower, eat and get across campus, we’re done here. Go home and figure it out.”
He pouts but you’ve seen enough, leaving him to figure it out as you move toward the bathroom and close the door behind you. You were still pissed at him but even more mad at yourself for still wanting him to fuck you after he almost blew your cover to Shoko. You didn’t really have work today but a cold shower and time to yourself was needed.
“I’ll pay you double whatever your job would.” His voice comes from behind the door, clearly not ready to give up.
Your hand stopped above the shower knob, turning to face the door in disbelief. "What?"
"Your job, sweetheart. Whatever you'd make tonight, times it by two, or three, whatever you want. Just call out and let me stay a little longer."
"Are you serious right now?” You blink, a mix of frustration and amusement coursing through you. “I'm not a prostitute, Gojo."
He doesn’t respond for a minute and just when you think he’s gone, he opens his mouth again. "You're not. I'm just saying your time is worth something, and I'm offering to compensate you for it."
You actually laugh at that, leaning your head against the bathroom door and fighting the urge to scream. "That is literally what a prostitute is."
"Semantics, it's also what a consultant is."
You open the door, deadpanning the too tall frat president, and point to the front entrance.
"Get. Out."
Later that day Gojo was sitting at some shitty bar with his friends, trying to drown out his emotions that were determined to consume him whole.
The same thought has been nagging him for the past two weeks. It wasn’t something he admitted to anyone outside of you, but he had been thinking of leaving his fraternity. Would his father be happy? Probably not. Did Gojo care? Not anymore. He hadn’t even intended on getting into a frat until his father told him he had already signed up on his first day.
Now here he was, a senior, making his own money as an employee of his family business and desperately trying to find a way out of this without blowing up his life. He never wanted to be president but it was another thing that was expected of him so he did it with a forced smile and he never regretted anything more in his life.
Before you came along, Gojo could get any girl he wanted. He never had to work hard to get laid, never cared for relationships either until you humbled him in front of his frat brothers and he just knew he had to have you.
He tried to win your favor over the next two years but when you weren’t avoiding him, you were reminding him just how much you hate frat boys and that he wasn’t your type. So imagine his surprise when you agreed to his proposal of enemies with benefits, though he truthfully had never hated you.
Gojo was trying to be better. Hosting less parties and letting Sukuna and the others take over more, drinking only once or twice a week, focusing more on school work to impress you and even wearing his glasses more and dressing in those nerdy clothes he knew you liked.
People questioned his new sense of style, his friends grew concerned over his lack of involvement and Gojo grew more desperate with each rejection from you. He just needed one date to show you that he can be the guy you deserved, why couldn’t you see the effort he’d been putting in?
While it was obvious you didn’t hate him like you used to, he still was miles away from becoming your friend let alone your boyfriend. Most people would have taken a hint by now, but Satoru Gojo was not most people. He only grew more motivated, determined to show you that he was worthy of being loved back.
“You look miserable."
Gojo looks up from his drink to find Suguru staring at him over the rim of his drink, his dark eyes searching for answers that he wasn’t willing to give. If Gojo told anyone about your relationship, he’d be violating your trust and he was sure he’d lose you forever. He wasn’t going to do that to satisfy his friend's curiosity.
So he simply shrugs and takes another shot, trying to wipe the image of your smile from his head.
“Fuck off.” Gojo picks up a new glass and tries to take a shot but Sukuna snatches it before he can and stretches his arm to keep it away, not at all bothered by the death glare his friend gave him.
“He’s been a pussy since he caught feelings for someone he knows hates him.” He tosses it back.
What? You never said he couldn’t tell people he liked you.
“Drink piss, you overgrown carebear. She doesn’t hate me.” While he knew it wasn’t completely the truth, he let himself live in his delusions. What was the saying? Fake it until you make it. He was simply manifesting your future together.
“Maybe I should shoot my shot, she’s nice enough to me.”
Suguru’s words have Gojo instantly fuming, snapping his head in his friend's direction and wondering if his smug smile is how you view him when he’s teasing you.
“The fuck? You’d actually do that?"
Suguru simply shrugs, unfazed. "Why not? If she’s into me, then you know she’s not into you and you can move on. If she’s not? Well, then it turns out we’re both losers." He took a slow sip, eyes never leaving Gojo’s face. "Might even be fun to see how desperate you get. How about a little friendly competition, huh Satoru?”
Gojo’s jaw clenched, biting his tongue to stop himself from something he’d regret. Something close to: Doubt she’d even look at you when she’s too busy bouncing on my dick.
The thought of Suguru, with his stupidly perfect smile and raven hair the girls loved, making a move on you made his stomach twist. He knew his friend could pull it off. Half the girls on campus already had a crush on him and you weren’t really his girlfriend, you could do whatever you wanted.
But Gojo was never one to back down, holding Suguru’s gaze and shrugging. He would just have to work harder, spend more time with you because there was no way in hell he was going to let anyone else, let alone his childhood friend, have you.
“Why did you join a frat anyways?”
You asked Gojo, looking up from your laptop and across the table. Gojo was wearing his glasses again and you had to keep squeezing your thighs together. That’s not what you were here for. You both had decided to get in a quick study session before the first game of the season, where he'd be playing and you’d be cheering.
It’s been some weeks since you started your arrangement and in that time, you’d been fucking almost everyday and spending most nights at his place under the guise that it was easier studying wise.
“Wasn’t by choice, princess.” His jaw clenched, hand squeezing around the pencil he had been holding, knuckles turning white from the force.
You wanted to laugh at that but you had never seen Gojo show true anger before and figured now wasn’t the best time for that. You still weren’t going to let up though.
“How is that not your choice?” You shift in your chair, ignoring the way his eyes are gazing into yours so softly, even though he was clearly annoyed at your question.
Gojo sighs, dropping the pencil and sitting back in the chair, letting it spin side to side as he stares at you with a titled head. “Generations of my male family members have attended Theta Phi, my dad kinda signed me up without my knowledge.”
You frown, biting the inside of your cheek when his leg rises and he brushes his foot against the inside of your thigh. Your body buzzes with the way he laughs at your glare, reaching down to swap it away.
“How can he even do that? Couldn’t you just.. I don't know, not go?”
Gojo laughs again but it’s more bitter this time, rotten with parental issues you probably shouldn’t get into considering you had your own and discussing your personal lives wasn’t a part of your agreement.
“Now who sounds privileged?”
You give him a straight face, foot lightly kicking at him and rolling your eyes when he grins.
“I’m being serious. My mom wanted me to do gymnastics on a professional level and I had no interest so I just didn’t do it. She eventually got over it.” You shrug.
Well your mom wasn’t completely over it but that wasn’t your business. You made your own discussions and what others felt about them was on them. You’d barely talked to her since you broke the news to her freshman year and your father had died when you were a child so you really only had your sister, with the occasional birthday or holiday text from your mom.
“Not that easy in the Gojo dynasty.” He emphasizes the last word and you can tell by his sneer just how much he hates his family,
“I told him I wasn't doing it. Told him of my dream to become a physics professor and he laughed in my face and threatened to not pay my tuition if I didn’t join.”
He pauses, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.
“My family is filthy rich but you don’t get anything for free. You have to prove that you're worthy of a college inheritance, a spot in the wills, and a position in the family business. My father told me if I didn’t join the frat then I’d only have a spot in the will after college. Didn’t want to graduate with loans so I played along.”
You blinked, the heart that most people claim you don’t have, suddenly aching for Gojo. You hadn’t considered that his family might be a bunch of money hoarding psychopaths but you guessed it made sense with their status.
You never had to worry about your mother paying your tuition, she couldn’t afford it anyways. You survived off of a scholarship and your own income from jobs you worked since you were sixteen. The only thing you had to do was keep your grades up and not be reckless with your money.
You were suddenly grateful to have grown up on the poorer side, because you couldn’t imagine having someone dangle money over your head. Let alone your own parents.
“Physics? Didn’t peg you as the type.” You lean forward and smile softly, elbows on the table with your hands folded in front of you.
He mimics you, eyes brightening and seeming grateful you were changing to topic.
“What? The glasses and secret nerdy clothes didn’t give me away?” His foot plays with yours and you let it, biting back a moan when you think about how his glasses fog up when he fucks you with them on, messy white hair falling in his face.
You had noticed the different physics books lying about his room but never really thought much about it. You couldn’t understand how a parent could treat their child like an investment and not an actual human. With his family money, Gojo could have been one of those students that chased their dreams instead of fortune and actually been happy.
While you still thought he was arrogant and still hated fratboys, this opened a new side of him to you. A side you could empathize with.
“Seriously though Gojo, I'm sorry your family is so shit.”
He leans an elbow on the table, placing his chin in palm and giving you the dreamiest smile, lashes brushing together when he blinks slowly. “Aw, you feel bad for me, princess?”
“No.” Your cheeks burn and you sit back in your chair. Of course he’d ruin this, you were never being nice to him again! “Merely pointing out a fact.”
He pouts and stands. “Well now I'm sad. How about you make me feel better?”
When he pulls you from your seat, you let him, heart racing because this would be the second time this week that Gojo has fucked in you in this very study room, libarians oblivious to the shenanigans the two horny college students were up to.
He grabs your chin while you place your hands on his chest, steadying yourself as he pulls you close. When he leans down to kiss you, you turn your head but he goes straight for your neck. He’s sucking and biting, and you’re hardly trying to shove him off, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your heated skin.
“We have to- mmm, we have to be quick Toru. You have a game and I have to cheer for it, remember?”
He spins you toward the table, pushing you forward and waiting for you to brace yourself. thump! thump! thump! Your heart is going a mile a minute as you dig your hands into the desk, biting your lip when he reaches forward and unbuttons your pants, slowly pulling them down to your feet.
When he rises, you can feel his breath blowing on the back of your calves.. higher to your thighs.. Just beneath your ass and he’s leaving a kiss there, fingers coming up to rub your pussy through your panties.
You suck in a sharp breath and he licks a long strip from your clit to your hole, not bothering to move the fabric.
“Did you know,” He starts, pressing two fingers to your clit and rubbing, holding your leg tight to keep you still. “psychology says that the more you hate someone, the more you fixate on them and that it can turn into passion.”
You bite your lip, moving your hips back for more friction and growing annoyed when he holds you dead still, lightly tapping at your thigh as a warning. These were the only moments you’d ever bite your tongue, because while you loved to dom him, you loved for him to dominate you more.
"Do you love me yet, sweetheart?"
“Fuck you, S-satoru.”
He laughs, kissing your ass before standing up, the sound of him digging through his pockets and ripping open the condom sending chills through your body.
Gojo pushes his boxers down and slides the condom onto his cock with ease, holding onto your ass and taking a moment to breathe because the sight of you was almost too good to be true.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so fucking soaked for me, you want me to fuck you now?”
You push your hips against him, the warmth of his girthy cock rubbing against your ass. “Fucking obviously.”
"Ask nicely." He’s back to his teasing voice and you want to rip your hair out. It’s been a day since you had sex and you needed him desperately, even if you’d never tell him that.
"Gojo." You groan, fingers burning from how hard they dug into the wooden table.
"That's not nice." He leans over your back, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him. "Try again."
You grabbed his wrist and dug your nails in. "If you don't fuck me in the next thirty seconds, I'm going home."
Gojo laughs out a “That’s my girl.” and kisses you quickly before pulling back up.
He moves your panties out of the way and pushes inside in one smooth motion. You gasp, spine arching when he pushes it down, pulling you further back onto his cock. He was thick, stretching you open so perfectly, your walls gripping around him possessively.
Gojo sets a brutal pace from the start, his hips slamming against your ass with each thrust. The table creaked beneath you, and somewhere in the back of your mind you worried about someone hearing, but the thought was distant, drowned out by the pleasure building low in your belly.
You cover your mouth with your hand, biting down onto your palm when he wraps your hair in his fist and pulls your head back, scalp burning from the sting of it.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” His voice was strained, losing some of its usual cocky smoothness as lost himself in your cunt. "Acting like you’re too good for me, but your pussy tells a different story.”
You hate him, you really fucking do. You wanted to snap back at him, to say something cruel, but he angled his hips just right and hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. All that came out was a moan, loud and shameless in the quiet library.
He slows his hips just a little, yanking your body up against his. You glare at him but he doesn’t care, just grabs your jaw and squeezes until you move your hand.
“You want the entire library to know how well you take my cock?” He asks, peering down at you and you once again, find yourself drifting in his eyes, pulse skipping beats from the way he looks at you.
You can’t speak so you just shake your head no, licking your bottom lip and pushing your hips back against him. He leans down and kisses you, sucking your tongue into his mouth and moving his hand to rub your clit.
“Then shut the fuck up, princess.”
Gojo doesn’t give you the opportunity to respond before he’s slamming his hips back into yours, cock rubbing against your gummy walls and sending you spiraling. You were so close, inner walls clenching around him, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back, waiting for him.
“Fucking pussy squeezing the life out of me, shit, gonna cum already, princess.”
Gojo never slows his pace, your lower body bumping into the table with each brutal thrust, his hand on your clit rubbing harsh circles. Tears seep from your eyes and you don’t see it but they fall from his too and straight into your hair, his free arm wrapping around body and pulling you close.
He leans his head down to your neck, sniffing deep and inhaling in your scent, mind spinning from your pheromones and his eyes rolling back. He squeezes you tight, the sound of his erratic breathing in your ear, clouding your senses, driving you fucking insane.
You hated to admit it but you loved when he was clingly like this, taking up your space while he fucked and prasied you. You often think of how different things could have been if he wasn’t who he was.
After one hard thrust, your knees buckled and you fell forward, Gojo going down with you. Your cheek laid against the cold surface, and Gojo hovered over you, his chest against your back, his mouth next to your ear.
“You drive me crazy, fuck, just let me make you mine already. Please, baby. Give me a chance.”
You wheeze out a laugh and he shifts his angle, hitting something that made your toes curl inside your sneakers, and the laugh turned into a whimper that you muffled against your own arm.
Gojo noticed, because of course he did. He adjusted, angling his hips to hit that spot again, and again, and again, each thrust a deliberate press that made your vision blur.
He looked at you and grounded low in his throat. Your eyes were half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed. He was claiming you in body and soul and you didn’t even realize it yet. The only trick was your stubborn mind, getting you to see that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.
"Say you want this. Say you want me." He kisses you and looks you in the eyes as he fucks you, his own pleading.
You squeeze your eyes shut up, biting into your fist to keep quiet as your orgasm crept up on you.
He made a sound of annoyance and slammed into you, your teeth greeting, nails leaving marks on the table that would surely tell anyone else what happened here. The orgasm that had been building crashed into you without warning, rolling through you in waves that made your thighs shake and your breath come in short, ragged gasps.
You bit down on your own tongue to keep quiet and tasted salt and blood.
Gojo’s rhythm faltered, his grip on your hip tightening as he fucked you through it. Slower now, deeper, grinding his hips against your ass on every downstroke. You were still clenching around him when his breathing changed and his forehead dropped to your shoulder.
"Close," he huffed.
"Then finish."
He thrust three more times, balls squeezing as he groaned with each stroke, and then he buried himself deep and held still. His legs strained and shook as he drained himself inside of you, and you felt the pulse of his cock through the condom, felt the way his whole body tensed and then released.
His breath was hot and uneven against your shoulder. He stayed there for a long moment, his weight pressing you into the table, both of you breathing hard.
You let him stay like that for a minute, the heat of his chest pressed against your back and your eyes fluttering closed as you came back down to earth. Something had changed this time and you couldn’t tell what it was but you felt it deep in your soul and it scared the fuck out of you.
Just when you were about to tell him to get off, he started to slowly pull out.
You felt the warmth immediately, the wet cum against your thigh. You turned your head, looking down between your bodies, and saw it. The condom had fucking ripped at the top!
"Gojo."
He stood up and looked at you, expression going from satisfied to panicked in about half a second.
"What’s wrong?"
You point to his cock, hair matching his and sticking to your sweaty face. "That’s what’s wrong."
"Shit." He grabbed the condom off his half hard cock and held it up. It was still mostly intact, but the seal had in fact broken at the base. "Shit, I’m sorry. How much got in you?"
“Just get something I can clean myself with.” You fight the urge to curse him out, knowing it wasn’t really his fault. You trusted that Gojo was only sleeping with you and you were on birth control so that wasn’t an issue. But what exactly was the problem?
Gojo pulls his pants and boxers back, moving around the table to grab a box of tissue at one of the desks and handing you a few. He watched as you wiped between your thighs, cum leaking from your pussy and the sight has his cock twitching in his jeans. Something possessive and nasty at the thought of you leaking with his seed while Suguru tried to steal you from him.
“I’m on the pill, remember? Relax.” You notice his strained face and wrongly assume it’s because he’s having a pregnancy scare. You had no fucking idea.
When you’re both decent enough, Gojo stops you before you leave out, hand on your arm as he stares down at you. You raise a brow, eyes wandering and fighting back a smile at the sight of your strawberry lipstick on the side of his mouth. Hot.
"Suguru asked about you.”
You give a confused smile, wondering what that had to do with you. You like Suguru, you weren’t close but still friends. Why would he be asking Gojo about you? The thought made your stomach ache.
“Did he?”
Gojo looks like he’s trying to keep his annoyance in check, pressing his lips into a thin line. “Mhm, I think he likes you. Said he’s gonna try to make a move on you.”
Your frown this time, even more confused than before. Sure, you thought he was cute that one time during freshman year but you never really thought much about him outside of the very few times you hung out with the girls.
“I don't date frat boys."
"Right. You just sleep with them."
You can hear the malice in his voice and now you’re annoyed, not wanting anything to do with whatever rivalry he and Suguru had going on. You snatch your arm away from him and deadpan him, a storm quietly building in your chest.
“I sleep with you.” You correct him. “A serious lapse of judgement, not a fucking pattern. I’m not interested in your friend.”
Gojo scuffs, taking a step back with hurt in his eyes. “A lapse of judgement? That’s what we’re calling this?”
“That’s exactly what we’re calling this.” You say with more venom than you mean to, annoyed that he was accusing you of something you hadn’t even done nor had any plans to.
“Keep lying to yourself, (name). I won’t be around to watch it.”
He pushes past you and you’re left confused on what the fuck just happened.
A week goes by without you seeing each other. Gojo doesn’t call or text, so you don’t either.
You pretend that the anonymous flowers placed outside of your door aren’t from him, that the late night deliveries of beef bowls or your favorite sweets weren’t placed there by a certain 6’3 white haired frat president.
He was mad at you for something you didn’t do and while you told yourself you didn’t care, you hated the permanent knot in your stomach. You had grown used to spending most of your nights at his place, asleep in his bed and waking up to him with his arms wrapped around you.
You told yourself that you hated it, hated him, but the truth was you weren’t sure what you felt anymore.
You didn’t love Gojo but you had learned to tolerate his presence, even felt your ice cold heart melting a bit around him. You told yourself that this was simply sex, but you had unknowingly found yourself finding comfort in his presence. So having your new norm snatched away from you made you feel sick.
So what did you do? You ignored him.
You go back to using your toys to get off, even if it does nothing but leave you sexually frustrated once again. You work on your project alone and send him copies of your research notes through google drive, but that’s as far as communication between you two went.
You had never in your life begged a man to speak to you, to take you back and you weren’t going to start now. Gojo was a frat boy at the end of the day, maybe it was for the best that you cut things off.
It’s better this way.
"You look like shit," Shoko says, leaning against the doorframe of your shared bathroom with a mascara wand in one hand.
"Thanks," you muttered, not looking up from the sink.
You didn’t want to go out, would rather stay home and get ahead of school work but your friends wouldn’t hear it. They told you that you were too depressed and it was making them depressed and when you tried to argue, they literally pulled up texts to show the difference in the way you texted a week ago vs now.
You didn’t deny that you were a bit drier than usual but blamed it on school and cheer stress, what will all the games going on.
They didn’t believe it, which is why you found yourself fixing your hair and makeup, and squeezing into a body tight red dress. Girls night out at the club, dress your sluttiest! Yuki had said.
"I'm serious. Are you sick? Are you dying? Should I call someone?"
"I'm not dying, Shoko."
She sighs and looks over at you but you don’t face her. Can’t face her. "Then what's wrong with you?"
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You turned off the faucet and dried your hands on the towel, avoiding eye contact because Shoko had this creepy way of reading people, and right now you did not want to be fucking read.
You were going to get pissy drunk and forget that you ever agreed to that stupid arrangement in the first place.
You meet Yuki and Utahime at the club around eight, annoyed that your boobs keep spilling out of your top and the way men that were definitely married with children keep looking at you.
It was at that moment that you realized when Gojo had been leaving you covered in hickeys, no one ever batted an eye at you and now that most had faded, heads were starting to turn again.
It made you hate him more for doing this to you. Making you so fucking stupid.
The club was packed, some DJ from out of town was performing (he wouldn’t stop saying it), and the bass was already rattling in your chest before you even got to your reserved booth. Yuki ordered a round of shots as soon as you sat, and Utahime was already scanning the room for cute guys. You could feel Shoko looking but tried your best to ignore her, skin tight with an annoying wave of anxiety.
You had the sudden urge to throw up and were thankful when Yuki arrived with drinks, immediately grabbing a shot glass and tossing it back.
Utahime leaned across the table, her purple hair falling in her face as she looked at you with concerned eyes that pissed you off. Everyone was treating you like a baby when you were fine!
“Okay seriously, what’s going on? You look like you’re experiencing your first heartbreak.”
You blink, feigning innocence with a forced smile. “What do you mean?”
"You've been weird lately," Yuki added, not even trying to be subtle about it because she never gave a fuck. "Like, mopey and it’s concerning but annoying."
You roll your eyes. They’re being dramatic as usual. Just because you hadn’t been fucked in seven days didn’t mean you were mopey. Sure, your pussy literally ached every day to be fucked but that you always took care of it, even if your sex drive only grew more and more.
“I’m fine. I’m just tired from studying for midterms.”
“Look.” Shoko cuts in, taking a shot and turning to face you better. She takes your hand in yours and you fight the urge to snatch it away.
“I don’t know who that guy was, but it seemed like he really made you happy. Maybe reach out to him and try to fix things. I hate to see you down.”
You scuff, lightly pulling your hand away and tasking another shot. “There is no other guy.”
“Really? So what about when I caught you hiding a guy in the closet like two weeks ago, that was a lie?”
Your face flushed at the memory but you swallow it and hide deep in your heart, veins jumping at the image of his face.
“Whoever he is,” Yuki continues. “you should have hot make up sex or whatever. You've been down since whatever happened, and life's too short to be miserable over a boy."
"Can you all just fuck off?” You snap, anger burning hot in your chest. “Seriously. I'm not down. I'm not miserable. There's no fucking guy."
None of the girls seem convinced but they drop the topic anyways and move onto how Yuki and Choso broke up. You take this time to collect yourself, blaming your outburst on not getting laid and not because you couldn’t stop thinking about the one person you “hated” most.
That’s when you looked up and saw him. Gojo walked in the front entrance like he owned it, Sukuna and Toji on his left and Suguru to his right.
Your breath got stuck in your throat. He looked otherworldly, in a back shirt that clung tight to his chest and showed off his muscles that he usually kept hidden. His shades were covering his eyes, white hair tucked behind his ears and his jeans showed off that perfect thin waist you loved to hold onto whenever he fucked you missionary.
Your heart dripped to your stomach when you got a closer look, because on Gojo's arm was a girl you didn’t recognize.
She was pretty. Brunette, tall, wearing a bodycon dress that hugged every curve, and she was clinging to his bicep like it was a lifeline. Laughing at something he said, tilting her head in that flirty way that made you want to throw up right there.
But when you looked at Gojo, he looked miserable. His smile didn’t reach as high as you knew it could, his jaw was tight and his head kept turning to look elsewhere, as if he’d rather be anywhere but there.
"Oh, great," Utahime muttered after following your line of sight. "The frat brigade."
They came over because that’s just your fucking luck. Sukuna spotted your booth first and steered the whole group in your direction, because Sukuna had zero boundaries and loved making people uncomfortable which is why you hated him maybe even more than you hated Gojo.
"Hey, ladies," Sukuna said with a grin that was all teeth, sitting next to Shoko. "Looking hot as fuck tonight."
"Looking like a felon, as always," Your roommate replied flatly, unamused.
Suguru laughed and slid into the booth next to Yuki. Toji grabbed a chair from a nearby table and flipped it around, straddling it. And Gojo..
Gojo sits directly across from you, the brunette settling beside him, still attached to his arm. You roll your eyes.
“Hey.” He says to no one in particular, even though you can see his eyes linger on yours through his shades and you feel your heart skipping literal beats. What the fuck was that about?
You look away, reaching for another drink and looking away, fingers trembling just slightly around the glass, eyes glancing at the dance floor. Fucking get it together.
You listen as Gojo introduces the girl, not caring to catch her name and just that she’s apparently a friend of a friend. You listen as everyone says hello, and give her a silent mode and strained smile.
The conversation shifted naturally, Sukuna talking about the latest football game where they crushed the rival 4-1. You were there obviously, performed your cheer routine and pretended like Gojo wasn’t somewhere all hot and sweaty. It was a true test to your strength to not walk up to him that night.
"Gojo scored three of those goals," Suguru said, nodding to him. "Man of the match, again."
"Three goals," Toji repeated, stealing one of your shots and winking at you when you flip him off. "And he still looked like someone kicked his dog after the game."
The girl leaned into Gojo and whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was, it made him exhale through his nose, not quite a laugh but enough for your jealousy to creep to the surface.
Something hot and ugly twisting in your chest.
Fuck this! You weren't going to sit here act like some desperate whore when men literally beg at your feet for a chance to fuck you. Screw Gojo, there were plenty of fish in the sea and one was bound to match your freak.
You tossed back the shot that had been sitting in front of you, slammed the glass on the table hard enough to make everyone look at you, and stood up. You yanked down the hem of your dress and walked away without a word.
“Where are you going?”
You heard Shoko yell after you but you ignored her, venom dripping from your pores with each step. It was time to remind yourself who you were, and that wasn’t some cock drunk slut who moped over a man she hated anyways.
You pushed through the crowd until you reached the dance floor, where the music was loud enough to drown out your anger and started dancing
Your hips moved in circles, arms raised above your head, eyes closed as the music flowed through you. The bass was like a second heartbeat and you let it take you somewhere else. To a place where you didn’t have to think about Gojo and his stupid fucking face or the fact that he shows up with a girl on his arm after not texting you for a week.
You felt a guy appear behind you, his hands on your waist as he started moving with you, pulling your back against his chest. You let him even though you felt nothing. No spark, no heat, literally nothing. Just unfamiliar hands on your body and the faint smell of cologne that wasn't the one you were used to.
You were doing it on purpose, you knew that. Dancing with a stranger because you wanted Gojo to see, for him to feel even a fraction of what you felt watching that girl cling to him.
It took him about four minutes. You counted and smirked when he appeared in the crowd, leaning against a pole as he watched you with his glasses pushed up and malice in his eyes.
You lean into the guy more, letting his hands roam up your chest. Gojo smirks when he squeezes your boob, taking a sip of his drink and tilting his head.
You're breathless, annoyed that he thinks this is a joke and grabs the man’s hand roughly, guiding it down your dress further and further, never breaking eye contact with the man you’re supposed to be forgetting about.
When the stranger's hand is touching your bare thigh, Gojo breaks, passing his drink to someone and making his way through the crowd.
You hardly blink when a hand closes around your wrist and yanks away from the confused stranger with enough force that you stumble. Gojo keeps you upright even though his cheeks are clearly red from anger, glaring down at you like you insulted him.
“What the fuck are you doing? You some kind of whore now?” He leans down, voice tight and low against your ear.
You yank your arm back and take a step back, chest heaving as you squared up to him. “How fucking dare you? You're not my boyfriend, Gojo. You don't get to drag me around like I'm your property."
He stared at you, those blue eyes sharp and frustrated. "You're right. I'm not your boyfriend. Because you won't let me be!"
You're quiet for a split second, nostrils flared and fists balled at your side, heat moving up your chest to your neck.
“Can we not do this here?”
He laughs, grabbing your arm and pulling you close again, towering over you and forcing you to tilt your head back to see him.
“Why not? You were so brave a few seconds ago, let’s air our shit out right here. Don’t be embarrassed now, it’s beneath you.”
"You have a new fuck buddy now," you say, crossing your arms and purposely pushing your boobs up. "So I don't see why any of this is your problem."
"She's not my fuck buddy. My friends set it up because they think I need to move on from you." He ran a hand through his white hair, messing it up. "Sukuna literally said I've been unbearable to live with since we stopped talking."
"Boo hoo." You lack any sympathy considering he’s the one that walked out on you. Fuck. Him.
"Will you stop being a bitch for five seconds?"
"Excuse me?"
He steps closer, evading your space to the point that you only smell him and his fuck ass cologne, nose greedily breathing it in. “You heard me.”
“You’re not my boyfriend because you’re not my type! Now fuck off and let me forget anything ever happened between us.”
He laughed but it was hollow, lacking any true emotions. “But I’m your type when I’m inside of you.”
Your face is a fucking furance, especially when you realize others are looking. Your mouth opens and closes, searching for some witty response but your mind draws a blink. This was humiliating. How did you go from a secret situationship to publicly yelling at each other because you were jealous of the other giving someone else attention?
Your life was a fucking mess.
“Fuck you Gojo.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He smirks and it’s hateful and lust, making your nipples harden underneath your bra.
Without thinking, you grab his shirt and pull his mouth against yours, kissing him hard enough that your teeth clack. It was angry and messy, and you bit his lower lip until he hissed, and his hands were on your hips and then your ass, pulling your chest flat against his.
His tongue sweeps into your mouth as you moan and shamelessly grind against his leg, his hands guiding your hips back and forth. The music is blasting, your mind is on a different planet and you don’t notice the way your friends are looking from the booth in pure shock.
When you gain some common sense and remember where you are, you pull away and look at Gojo with glassy eyes, relishing in the way his lips are red from your kisses.
“Wanna fuck Toru?”
When he nods yes, you're dragging him by his hand through the crowd and into the men's bathroom.
There’s no words needed when the door closes, so you drop to your knees and start unblocking his belt and unzipping his pants. Gojo is clearly flustered, but helps you pull his pants and boxers down with shaking hands.
He watches you with one hand braced on the wall and the other moving to grab your hair, lips parted as he breathed heavily.
You stroke him a few times, thumb rubbing over the red tip and spreading the pre before taking him into your mouth without warning. Gojo curses under his breath, hips jerking forward, and you wrap one hand around the base while you work the rest with your tongue.
This was your first time going down on Gojo but no one would know with the way you easily take him, swallowing his cock until it’s down your throat.
You’re sloppy about it, letting salvia drip down your chin and onto your exposed chest, sucking his cock like a pornstar, your mouth making obscene wet noises. You suck hard, looking up at him through wet eyelashes and watching his face contort, jaw clenched and eyes dark.
“Fuck,” He breathed, hands tightening in your hair and guiding you to suck faster. “Just like that.”
You took him deeper, relaxing your throat and letting him control your movements. His hips start to move, slow thrust that make him hit the back of your throat and your eyes water. When you moan around he shudders and reaches a hand down to stroke your cheek.
"You're so good at this," he said, voice rough. "You're so good at pretending you don't want me, but look at you. My little cock obsessed slut."
You pull back just enough to run your tongue along the underside, from base to tip, and smirk when he makes a sound that’s almost a whimper. You take him back in, bobbing your head in a rhythm that matches the muffled bass from the club.
“Haah, fuck!” You could feel him getting close, the way his thighs tensed, the way his breathing turned ragged.
"Wait, princess, fuck, I'm gonna-"
You don’t pull off. When he cums, you swallow all of it, throat working at his cock as he shoots hot ropes of thick cum into your mouth. His groan is wrecked, a raw sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest, and his fist slams against the wall as his knees threaten to buckle. You held him there, mouth sealed tight around him, until the last tremor faded and he was just a gasping, trembling mess.
Then you let him slip free, wipe the spit and salt from your lips with the back of your hand, and tilt your face up to meet his stunned, glassy stare. If you knew how hot his moans were when getting his dick sucked, you would have done this sooner.
“Wanna get out here?”
When you made it to Gojo’s place, you both wrestled each other’s clothes off and didn’t make it to his room before he was inside of you. He took you on the couch two times and once in the kitchen, bent over the sink as he fucked you hard and deep.
Now you were laid on your back on his bed, watching as he reached for another condom. Before you could stop yourself, you let your heart lead for once and called his name to stop him.
“No condom this time.”
He freezes, looking back down at the latex and back at you. “What?”
“Wanna feel you this time Toru, please?”
And he broke, tossing it and climbing back over your body and kissing from your tits back up to your face, stopping to lick inside of your mouth, his hard cock pressing against your entrance. He pauses, looking down at you with his white hair falling to the sides of his face, all sweaty from your previous sessions.
“Say it again.”
You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pull him back down and nipping at his lip. “I want you Satoru, wanna feel you raw.”
He gives a shaky breath and without wasting any more time, pushes into you slowly, stopping every inch to savor your warmth around him. Feeling him bare inside of you made you gasp and claw at his shoulders, the new sensation of his pulsing cock making you feel lucid.
He groaned against your neck, stilling once he was fully seated, letting you adjust to the new feeling as he fought the urge to bust a fat fucking nut.
"You feel so good," he said, voice cracking. "Fuck, you feel-"
"Move," you whisper, scratching down his back.
He started slowly, rolling his hips in deep, deliberate thrusts that hit every nerve ending you had. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he moaned your name against your collarbone.
This was different from every other time. Before, it had been fast and rough and detached on your end, two people using each other to blow off steam. This was something else entirely. He was looking at you, really looking at you, and there was so much emotion in his eyes that you felt tears prick at your own.
He licks them away, both hands reaching down to grab onto your ass so he can pound you harder.. faster, so fucking deep. He moves faster, and you meet him thrust for thrust, your bodies naturally finding a rhythm that has your heart lurching.
The pressure built inside you and when that coil snapped and you came for the fourth time, you came hard, back arching off the bed, mouth open in a silent cry, clenching around him so tightly that he followed you over the edge with a groan that sounded like your name.
“Fuck-, I love you, sweetheart. Fucking love you so much.”
He buried himself deep, groaning loud and squeezing your ass hard enough to leave a print. His hips moved in circles as he emptied himself and you felt it, the warmth of him spilling into you, no barrier, nothing between you, and it was so intimate that you felt tears slip again.
You let him hold you that night even though you don’t hold him back, mind stuck on the fact that Gojo loves you and now your relationship would never be the same.
You woke up first that day and deeply regret it.
The morning light was creeping in and your body was sore enough that you almost regretted riding him two more times after, letting him stuff you full until his balls were empty. Gojo was still asleep beside you, one arm thrown over his face, white hair a mess on the pillow. You slipped out of bed carefully, pulling on one of his oversized soccer jerseys that fell to your mid-thigh, and padded barefoot into the hallway.
You were snooping, just trying to use the bathroom when you noticed one of his draws were still open and a bunch of polaroids were spilling out. You told yourself you were just going to fix them so they wouldn’t get destroyed.
You pulled the draw open, heart lurching when the first one you saw was a photo of you. What the fuck..
It was from sophomore year, the one time you went bowling with your friends and had been forced to interact with Gojo. He had been taking photos but you never thought about it. It wasn’t creepy, just an off guard photo of you laughing at something and it made you sick.
You started digging through the rest, ears burning when you found a few more of you off guard, some of you with the girls that he took. You looked so happy in all of them, Gojo’s photography style making it look like you were the center of his world.
Your fingers trembled as you flipped through the polaroids, each one a moment you barely remembered. He'd seen you. Really seen you. And you spent two years hating him because he wore Greek letters on his chest and you built your whole personality around hating everything that stood for.
Your throat aches, eyes burn. You press your palm flat against the sink to steady yourself, knees weak and blood running cold.
When you grabbed a few photos and turned to confront him, Gojo was standing in the doorway. He was shirtless, sleep still in his eyes, and he looked from your face to the open drawer with an expression that could only be described as pure panic.
"How long?" You ask, holding up the photos. "Satoru, how long have you been taking pictures of me?"
❦ lisa's note: messy af tbh! one more part to go, lemme know what ya think :')
tonight’s food for thought: loser!reader trying to baby trap situationship celebrity!gojo only for him to claim he never wants to get married anyway. but the MOMENT you move on and start dating he crashes out
WHAT'S THE GIG?... little bits and pieces of toji being in a relationship with a pretty lil' stripper.
featuring... toji x stripper!reader
WHAT'S THE MOVE?... THE MORNING by THE WEEKND. reader is black. shiu is a little annoying here. suggestive scenes[1]. mention of wine [not consumed, just mentioned].
luvrs note: thought of this on a whim, but I'm pretty proud of it.
girl, put in work.
toji, who didn't expect to find himself strung up over a stripper after his best friend's birthday.
"smitten over sweet nothing's, toji?" shiu asked, boredom written across his face as he watched toji space out for the nth time that day.
it's been a week since they'd left that strip club. a week since shiu's birthday celebration.
yet, it somehow seems like toji enjoyed the damn event more than the poor birthday boy, who only got a few pretty words from the pretty ladies before they walked off.
poor guy mentioned it being his birthday, and only got a dismissive "okay" in return.
toji turns his head, summer breeze crossing his cheeks. "shut up."
toji, who carelessly brought into the pretty dreams and pillow talk, regardless of his best friends' concern.
"thought you were outta money?" shiu asked.
toji glanced at him. "w'made you think that?"
shiu's eyes narrowed. "spent it all last time we were at the club. for my birthday. or d'you drink all your memory away?"
toji shakes his head. "another gig came up, that's all."
"that paid enough money for you to go back to that expensive ass club?" shiu asks.
he nods like it's obvious. "wouldn't have gone any other way."
patient and tired, shiu only sighed. "don't get caught up in nothin' crazy. i ain't bailing you out of anything."
toji laughs. "some friend you are."
toji, who remembers the exact night he finally got you to leave that damned club and see him in broad daylight.
"...lest you scared of a lil' drama?"
seeing toji back in your club wasn't something that surprised you.
he and one of his friends - who you paid little to no mind - were here almost two weeks ago.
not that the timeline really mattered to you.
you're far more interested in whatever toji has up his sleeve.
your head tilted, pretty lashes batting up at toji. "what drama?"
he shrugs lazily, music booming and lights fading between one another. "from management... or whoever 'sposed to be above you."
"what, you think i'm gonna get in trouble if i'm seen out with you?" you muse.
"don't know. would you?" toji asks.
you take a sip of your drink - one he brought you, and swore he wouldn't touch - before rolling your eyes. "this a half-assed attempt at askin' me out?"
toji's head falls onto the heel of his palm. "is it workin'?"
looking him up and down, you smile slyly. deciding to give him the time of say, you say, "a lil' bit."
"good to know."
toji, who only seemed to fall for you even more as he learned more and more about you.
"wine tastin'?" toji echoed, brow raised in suspicion.
you nod shamelessly. "ain't that what i just said?"
chatter of surrounding conversations surrounded the two of you - you sat outside of a humble cafe you liked.
toji was initially caught off guard by it; usually when someone mentions a cafe, it's almost always pink and white. bright and visually appealing to most.
this one, however, was littered in browns, whites and greens. vining plants and colorful flowers littered the building inside and out; hummingbirds and butterflies making cheeky appearances around guests.
when he looked at you, it matched your vibe, so he couldn't complain.
still, he rolls his eyes, appearing unimpressed. "didn't know bein' an alcoholic was a hobby."
your eyes narrow. "excuse me?"
shrugging meaninglessly, his eyes drift off to the daunting sun above the two of you. "nothin'."
"don't hold your tongue now, hot-shot." you tell him, "it's a hobby, the same way killin' people's yours, ain't it?"
now, he's the one glaring. "what you just say?"
"didn't know bein' a murderer was a hobby, toji." you repeat, just barely leaning over the table.
despite your mouthiness, a wry smile stretches along his lips, scar following the movement as he says, "i guess we both learned somethin' new today."
settling into your chair, you offer a sarcastic smile. "ain't it nice, what learnin' will do?"
toji, who didn't see the big deal when he'd told shiu what you said.
"why the hell would you tell her you kill sorcerers?"
toji hummed, twirling chopsticks between his fingers casually. "'cause i felt like it."
shiu groans. "do you realize you aren't-"
"i'm not supposed to tell the general public, yada-yada." toji mocks, "what's she gonna do? tell the police?"
"you'd better hope she doesn't." shiu says, "why the hell were you even out with her to begin with?"
"oh," toji says, focusing on eating his noodles before responding. "went back to the club a few days ago, made plans."
shiu narrows his eyes. "you have got to be shitting me."
"why would i do that?" toji replied sarcastically.
toji, who happens to listen more than he'd admit.
"good shift?" toji asks, watching as you shuffle out of your place of work in little slippers and a much more comfortable outfit.
you nod. "kinda boring tonight. just used the opportunity to practice, mostly."
by habit, you hand him your duffel bag - filled to the brim with hygiene products, outfits, heels, makeup, and hair products. he takes it without a word.
because of course the two of you fell into a cycle; him waking up just early enough to walk to your club. wait about five minutes for you to come out before walking with you to the bank and heading home.
a large purse sits on your arm as you walk down the street. like always, it's likely filled with stacks of cash - even if the night was boring.
he's gotten used to this schedule you've somehow got him involved with. your night routine often overlaps with his morning routine. his night routine overlaps with your morning routine. and still, he finds time to do shit like this.
"no bruising?" toji asks, eyeing you up and down. you walking a little wonky after a shift is something he got used to; almost rare to see you walk without a mild limp any day now.
you glance at him before smiling. "someone's worried."
"answer the question." he groans groggily.
"no," you tell him. "no bruising. my old ones are a little sore, though."
"need anything?" is toji's next question.
"aside from a bath and sleep?" you shake your head, weave flowing smoothly with the movement. "nah."
he nods, crossing the street by your side. "nobody gave you trouble?"
"aside from the same jealous bitch, no." you chuckle sleepily, resting a hand on his forearm as you rub your eye. "apparently she ended up cryin' 'cause i took her pole."
"thought you said you rotated?" he asks.
now, you perk up a little. head tilted slightly, you smirk at him. "so you have been listening?"
toji smacks his lips. "not anymore."
you laugh. "i'm joking!"
toji, who didn't understand why his best friend was so caught off-guard by the next conversation they'd have about pole dancing.
"that shit ain't easy, y'know."
shiu rolls his eyes. "what point are you tryin' to prove, toji?"
"not provin' a point." toji murmurs, "just saying."
shiu sighs, clapping a hand on his friends shoulder. "sound like she talkin' for you, man."
toji glances up. "what?"
"she's messin' up your head, toji." shiu sighs, looking at toji with mild disappointment. "i mean, c'mon. when have you ever stopped to consider how hard pole dancing was?"
ignoring him, toji continued to tap away on his phone. "new perspectives don't kill nobody."
shiu's quiet for a minute - just staring. waiting for a sly grin, or toji to sike him out, as weird as it may have been. he'd have an easier time settling with toji playing a sike-out game with him instead of watching him seemingly become brainwashed.
toji, who always felt a sense of accomplishment when you'd finish sets with him at the gym.
you drop the weights, ignoring the muted thud they make against the insulated floor.
chest heaving, you stare up at the ceiling. head throbbing, arms practically ready to melt off, and a new line of strength you didn't know you could cross.
you'd just finished a set of floor-presses 'til failure - true failure. when you were initially ready to call it a day, thinking you'd truly done it until failure, you were proven devastatingly wrong.
it only took a few 'encouraging' words and a sly smile from him for you to consider pushing.
and you did.
until you met the true line of "failure".
toji's hands come into your line of sight, shielding your vision from the blinding overhead lights. you blink away surprise and sheer exhaustion.
your arms still felt heavy from the weights as you took his hand between both of yours, putting in minimal effort as he pulled you up from the chair.
stumbling slightly, you grab onto his forearm as you exhale heavily. "shit."
toji nodded, offering a smug smirk. "see? told ya you could do it."
you roll your eyes, still catching your breath. "shut up."
toji, who always found a way to ask you some kind of question.
"how d'you do that with long ass nails?" he asks.
your heels click as the morning plays in a loop behind you. your place is otherwise quiet; save for the two of you talking, of course.
you blink at him, like it's obvious. "same way you make shit work even when you injured."
his gaze narrows. "don't get smart."
you roll your eyes. "maybe don't be dumb."
"it was a genuine question." he insists.
sarcastically, you show him your hand and slowly wrap it around the base of the pole. stepping back demonstratively, you walk forward and pull yourself up, naturally falling into an air walk.
"like this, toji." you tell him, your free hand extended like you've done something magical.
toji scowls, mutters something about you being a smartass before tapping at something on his phone. he gnaws at his inner cheek, eyes scanning uselessly at the blue screen.
for the record, he doesn't remember the last sorcerer to make him struggle.
and still, he can't help but watch you from his peripheral.
toji, who'd finally told you about shiu's doubts.
"fuck 'em."
you'd said it easily. like the topic as a whole meant nothing.
which, it didn't.
not to you, anyway.
shiu wasn't your best friend. nor was he the one laying naked in bed with you, after hours of sex you wouldn't soon forget.
"y'don't care?" toji asks, almost timid.
you glance over at him. "why would i? he don't sign my check, do he?"
"alright, i get it." toji murmurs.
"i mean," you start. "you know it's real, don't you?"
toji hums. "...yeah."
you glance at him again before fully turning to straddle him again, brow raised. "you don't sound sure, toji."
he can't help the dumb grin that crosses his face. "yeah, yeah. i'm sure."
leaning down to kiss him, you match his expression. "good."
toji, who expected nothing good from shiu after he broke the news to 'em.
"...what?"
toji nods. "you heard me."
"why?" shiu almost demands.
"why i'm marryin' 'er, or why's she pregnant?" toji asks, a mild snarkiness behind it.
shiu forces himself to blink. "what're you gonna do about megumi-"
"he'll just have another sibling," toji says. "and a mama. win-win."
"do you not believe how insane that is?" shiu asks, pacing along the wooden bridge.
below them, sits a calm lake - ducks quack, dipping below the water to mess with their feathers before coming back up quickly.
toji watches them for a minute before shaking his head. "no, not really."
"she's a stripper!" shiu insists, "toji, you met her at a club months ago, man. she whispered sweet nothin's to you."
"yeah," toji nods along. "now she's bearin' my kid, with my last name."
shiu laughs - unimpressed. "you're insane."
toji shrugs. "maybe."
"toji, man," shiu runs a hand down his face. "why'd you call me here? hmm?"
"oh," toji hums. "wanted to ask you to be my best man."
toji, who didn't expect to be in a relationship with the same stripper who initially did nothing but string him along.
luvrs note p.2: i would def write a separate piece detailing toji and stripper!readers' pregnancy journey, or maybe the after results with lil megumi & his new baby sibling [probably a sister, knowing me]
Being loved by the strongest is complicated.
Being married to him as a sorcerer from a despised clan makes you dangerous.
But no one is foolish enough to cross the line of an utterly devoted man, right?
cr: @_3aem on X
CW / Fic tags: NSFW. Married couple/Established relationship. Plot & Smut. Possessiveness. Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, creampie, oral sex (f and m rec), inappropiate use of cursed technique, fluff, hurt/comfort. Satoru Gojo goes insane
The first week after the wedding, Satoru Gojo stopped pretending he had any self-control. Not that he’d had much to begin with. But now? Now he didn’t even try.
He was fairly certain he was going to live in a permanent honeymoon state forever. And honestly, he wasn’t complaining.
“You’re being obnoxious” you murmured under your breath, keeping your tone carefully neutral as he leaned down behind you, his chin settling comfortably on your shoulder. His weight was lazy, both arms draped around your waist like he’d decided this was his new default position.
“Mmm-no,” he corrected lightly, breath warm against your ear “I’m being a married man”
You kept your eyes forward, expression composed, because the second you acknowledged the fact that Satoru Gojo was practically purring into your neck in front of the entire staff, you would lose whatever dignity you still had left.
You met him at Jujutsu High, back when you were nothing more than two stupid teenagers with too much power and even less sense. It hadn’t been instant. Not even close.
You were a year younger, and he behaved like he owned the place—which, in hindsight, maybe he did. Still, that wasn’t the point.
Then came shared missions. Long nights. Close calls. Feelings you hadn’t planned on—feelings Satoru had made very sure would take root.
And now here you were. Married. Seven days in.
He squeezed your waist once — absentmindedly possessive. You pinched his wrist in retaliation.
He grinned. You didn’t need to see it, you could hear it in the way his shoulders shifted, smug and pleased with himself.
You finally slipped out of his hold just enough to turn and look at him.
“Didn’t you have a class to teach or something?”
“Hm?” one hand came up to his chin, thoughtful “I don’t th—”
“Sensei.” Megumi’s voice cut in before he could finish — flat, cold, and deeply unimpressed.
He stood a few feet away, posture straight, expression carved from stone as always. His dark eyes are fixed squarely on Gojo’s face.
“Stop behaving like a teenager and come teach the class” he says evenly. “We’re waiting.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Slowly, you look up at your husband.
Megumi’s gaze shifted then — just slightly — and softened when it landed on you.
“Mrs. Gojo” he says, bowing his head a fraction.
“In my defense,” Satoru says thoughtfully, “I forgot.”
Megumi exhaled through his nose.
“You didn’t forget,” he replied flatly. “You ignored it.”
Satoru grinned, shameless.
“Details”
Megumi looked like he was reconsidering every life decision that led him here.
“Sensei” he said again, warning creeping into his tone.
You stepped back, folding your arms. “Go. Teach.”
Satoru sighed like he’d been asked to endure something truly unbearable — but before moving, he leaned down and pressed a quick, warm peck to your lips.
Casual. Unapologetic. In front of Megumi.
“You’re doing that on purpose” you muttered
“Of course I am” Satoru replied brightly.
He finally stepped away, squeezing your hand once more. You smiled, shaking your head as you watched his broad back stroll off toward the exit without a care in the world.
“Let’s go, Megumiiii” he sing-songed as he passed his student.
But Megumi didn’t follow immediately.
He lingered by the doorway, posture relaxed, expression unreadable.
“Mrs. Gojo.”
You looked at him, resisting the urge to tell him he didn’t need to be so formal—neither you nor Satoru cared—but Megumi was endearingly respectful, so you let him have it.
“Megs” you answered, tilting your head.
“He’s worse lately.”
You blinked once. Then raised an eyebrow. “Worse?”
“More…” He hesitated, searching for the word. “…attached.”
A soft huff escaped you before you could stop it. “He’s always been attached.”
Megumi’s gaze dropped for half a second, then returned—sharp. Certain.
“This is different.”
The words settled heavier than they should have, and you didn’t answer right away.
He wasn’t wrong.
There was something different. Something that had crept in quietly beneath the teasing and theatrics, beneath the hands on your waist and the shameless affection.
Something denser. More deliberate. Protective, yes—but not playful. Watchful. Like he was constantly counting exits. Like he was listening for threats that hadn’t arrived yet.
You straightened without realizing it, shoulders squaring.
“Don’t worry,” you said, offering Megumi a small smile. “I’ll fix it.”
It was only half a joke.
You’d known Megumi since he was six years old—played with him, walked him to school, watched him grow. You knew him well enough to recognize concern when he buried it. And the last thing you wanted was for him to feel responsible for something that wasn’t his to carry.
He studied you for another second, then nodded once. Without another word, he turned and headed inside.
You stayed where you were.
And for just a split second—you felt it again.
That distant awareness.
Like someone, somewhere, was watching.
—
Nanami found you where he always did when your thoughts grew heavy.
A quiet corner of the campus, far enough from the main buildings that the noise faded into something distant. You’d started coming here years ago, back when you were still students—back when you and Nanami were simply classmates learning how to survive the system.
Same year. Same rank. Same expectations.
Your friendship had been built in silence, shared exhaustion, and the unspoken understanding of what it meant to be useful to the wrong people.
You were leaning against the railing when he approached, his glasses catching the late afternoon light before he removed them.
“You’re thinking too loudly” he said, resting his forearms beside yours against the cool metal.
That earned a quiet huff of a laugh. “That obvious?”
“With you?” he replied. “Yes.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Nanami didn’t push—he never did. He waited, patient as always.
He was the person you trusted most after Satoru. And right now, the only one you could speak to freely.
“I feel like the higher-ups have been circling,” you said eventually. “Not openly. Just… watching.”
Nanami turned his head slightly, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.
“They’re unsettled.”
“Because of Satoru,” you said.
“Because of you” he corrected gently.
You closed your eyes for a moment.
Your technique had never been flashy—no explosions, no spatial distortions. Just amplification. Pure. Terrifying. When you touch another sorcerer, their attacks become absolute. No misfires. No wasted effort.
And power like that had always made people nervous.
Your clan had never fit neatly into jujutsu politics either. Old, but not obedient. Powerful, but uninterested in tradition for tradition’s sake. They’d refused council seats that demanded compliance. Refused marriages arranged for optics.
The higher-ups had done everything they could to keep the Ataru at the edges.
Until you married Satoru Gojo.
“An Ataru married a Gojo” Nanami said quietly. “And not just any Gojo —him. ” he paused only a fraction before adding “They won’t forgive that”
“No” you murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Silence settled again—heavier this time.
“They don’t like that an Ataru now has access” Nanami continued
You nodded.
You weren’t just married to a Gojo. You were married to Satoru. The strongest sorcerer alive. A man the higher-ups couldn’t control, punish, or touch.
But you?
You were reachable.
“I won’t abandon my clan,” you said. “And I won’t apologize for my marriage.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.”
From somewhere deeper in the campus, Satoru’s voice carries—loud, dramatic, unmistakable.
Nanami’s gaze flicked briefly in that direction. When it returns to you, it lingers.
“He will protect you” he says. Not reassuring. Just stating a fact.
You don’t answer. But he notices the way your shoulders have gone rigid. The way your hand tightens against the railing, knuckles paling slightly. Your gaze drops, lashes lowering as your brow knits without you meaning to.
He exhales quietly. He has always been good at reading what people don’t say.
“You don’t want him to” he says after a moment.
The words catch you off guard. You look up at him, surprised —Because he’s right, and because you hadn’t let yourself put it into words yet.
Megumi’s voice echoes in your head.
This is different.
Not the affection. Not the attention. The weight behind it. The way Satoru’s presence sharpens when he’s around you.
“He already carries enough,” you say “Just.. being who he is.”
You vaguely hear Nanami say your name, but it barely registers.
“I don’t want to be another thing he needs to get his hands dirty for.”
Nanami studies you for a second longer.
“If you can’t—or don’t want to—talk about it with him,” he says evenly, “at least trust me. Don’t fight this alone.”
You hesitate.
It’s brief. Barely noticeable. But it’s there.
“Thank you” you say quietly.
Nanami inclines his head once, accepting it without comment.
When you finally turn and walk back toward the building, your gaze drops to the ring on your finger.
Proof.
And the terrifying reminder of what Satoru Gojo is capable of when something matters to him.
Morning light poured in through the penthouse windows, catching on bare skin, rumpled silk sheets, and the solid weight of Satoru above you.
“Toru” you warned, already breathless, hands still tangled in his hair.
“Yes, wife?” he replied, lifting his head just enough to look at you, those devastatingly bright eyes fixed on your face from where he was settled between your ribs, completely unbothered.
He’d already fucked you as a good morning, and then decided you wouldn’t be escaping the bed. Or him.
“I have a meeting” you grumbled, palms pressing uselessly against his shoulders. He was all lean muscle and stubbornness. “If I’m late because my husband decided to be a menace before breakfast, I’m blaming you.”
“What are you talking about?” he said, shamelessly grinning “I’m having breakfast exactly right now.”
Then his tongue dragged in one slow, deliberate lick along your sternum.
“Four years together and I still can’t get enough” he murmured against your skin—and proved it a second later, shifting just enough to press himself into you.
You gasped, before you could stop yourself, fingers tightening in his nape.
God. He was addictive.
And you’d known exactly what you were signing up for when you married him.
His mouth found your neck, warm and open, while one large hand slid down to your hip, fingers spreading possessively, grounding himself while keeping you still.
“Are you bored of me yet?” he murmured, grinding once more, a low sound slipping from his throat as his nose brushed your jaw.
This was the side of Satoru the world never saw—the raw, needy hunger of a man who spent his life being treated like a god and only felt human when he was tangled in your sheets. Infinity off. Blindfold gone. A small, fragile bubble where he was just a husband enjoying his wife.
“I could never” you breathed, caressing his cheek “But I have to go”
He leaned into your touch before resting his forehead against yours, breath warm, familiar. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then—reluctantly—he eased back
“Just because it’s sexy,” he said, smirking, voice low and lazy “you going to work while I stay home playing housewife, begging you to stay.”
You snorted softly, thumb brushing along his jaw.
“That’s crazy. Anyone would think the Six Eyes user might actually have a lot of work to do.”
“Never heard that before” he replied smoothly, unfazed.
You laughed, the sound light, and tugged the robe closed as you finally stood. His eyes followed the movement with open appreciation, head tilting slightly like he was committing the image to memory.
You leaned down again, unable to help yourself, capturing his mouth in one last slow kiss. He responded instantly, hands coming up to your waist, pulling you closer like he still wasn’t done with you.
“You’ll be late too” you warned lightly against his lips, half a tease, half genuine.
“I’m the strongest,” he said easily, mouth brushing yours again. “I can afford it.”
“Arrogant.”
“You married me anyway”
You sighed, forehead dropping briefly against his shoulder, smiling despite yourself.
“Can’t argue with that”
When you finally pulled away, you felt it—the warmth, the safety. The last uncomplicated moment of your day.
—
You’d already finished reading the folder by the time you spoke. The papers now lay closed on the desk between you and Yaga.
“A support assignment,” you said, eyes still on the folder.
Yaga remained quiet, hands folded on the desk.
“For a grade one sorcerer” you added, skepticism threading your voice.
You lifted your gaze.
“Why me?” The question lingered in the air for only a heartbeat before you shook your head once—a small, humorless motion.
“No,” you corrected yourself quietly. “Actually, I know why.”
Yaga didn’t interrupt. He simply waited, eyes steady, as if he already knew the shape your thoughts would take. As if he’d watched you learn to trace them years ago.
“My cursed technique almost guarantees success for any sorcerer’s strike” you continued, almost absentmindedly.
Yaga didn’t react. He didn’t need to—you’d had this conversation in pieces years ago. He had been the one to help you understand it in the first place—back when you were still clumsy with your cursed energy
“But it’s most effective when paired with lower-grade sorcerers,” you continued. “It corrects their cursed energy output. It removes the margin for failure.”
You paused, fingers curling slightly against the arm of the chair.
“With Nanami,” you went on, more carefully, “there’s nothing to compensate for. He’s more than capable of handling this alone.”
Silence settled between you—heavy, but not uncomfortable.
“Not only that,” you added, because accuracy mattered, “I’d be a nuisance. This assignment doesn’t require me.”
“I know,” he said.
Two words. Flat. Honest.
“The order came with specific instructions,” he continued. “They requested a sorcerer.”
A pause.
“By name.”
Your jaw tightened, just slightly. It was a reaction you didn’t bother hiding. It wasn’t a surprise for either of you.
“The mission is in a few days. I can’t cancel it or alter the assignment” Yaga said. “But I can make sure you’re not walking in blind.”
You looked down at the folder again, though there was nothing new to see. You hesitated—just barely—before speaking.
“They think they’re subtle,” you said. “But this doesn’t look procedural.”
“That’s exactly why I’m worried,” Yaga replied. You understood immediately what he meant.
“I don’t want Satoru to know” you said, voice low but steady. “I don’t want him intervening.”
A breath.
“Please.”
He studied you for a long moment—not as your principal, not as your superior, but as someone who had watched you grow from a reckless first-year into something far more dangerous. And far more exposed.
“You’re asking me to withhold information that concerns you from Satoru Gojo” he said evenly. “Are you aware of that?”
“I’m asking you to trust me,” you replied.
Another pause.
“And I do,” Yaga said at last.
The words weren’t light. They carried responsibility.
“But you won’t underestimate them,” he continued. “If anything changes—”
“If this stops being manageable—”
“I’ll tell you,” you said immediately. No hesitation.
He studied you a moment longer, searching for cracks that weren’t there. Then he nodded once.
“Good.”
The meeting ended.
But the quiet understanding that something had begun moving—carefully, deliberately—whether any of you liked it or not, lingered long after.
—
You rested two fingers against Inumaki’s shoulder—just long enough for your ritual to take hold—then stepped back.
You’d been working like this for weeks. Inumaki’s technique had always been particularly brutal on himself; every command exacted a price, every word tore something from his own body. Precision mattered. Control mattered. And today—finally—it held.
He inhaled.
“Blast away.”
The command detonated through the training grounds with surgical accuracy. No backlash. Nothing wasted. Nothing misaligned.
When it was over, Inumaki’s hand flew to his throat on instinct.
Then he froze.
No pain. No tearing burn.
He looked at you, eyes wide, and relief washed over his expression—soft, unguarded.
“Salmon?” you said, smirking as you spoke his language.
“Salmon” he replied, cheeks faintly flushed.
You laughed softly. “Perfect. Go rest.”
He bowed quickly, a little clumsy with excitement, before hurrying off toward the dorms.
You watched him go, warmth settling in your chest—quiet pride, simple and deeply satisfying. Beyond exorcising curses, moments like this were exactly why you stayed. Why you kept doing this job.
Your phone rang, the sound cutting cleanly through the calm you hadn’t realized you were holding onto.
Nanami’s name lit up the screen. You closed your eyes for a brief second before answering.
“I was informed this morning,” he said once you picked up, skipping pleasantries entirely, “that your name was added to my upcoming assignment.”
You knew that tone. Years of friendship had taught you how to recognize when his anger was carefully restrained.
You turned slightly, lowering your voice out of habit, even though no one else was close enough to hear.
“Yeah,” you said. “I figured you’d find out.”
“This isn’t standard procedure,” Nanami continued. “They know very well I don’t need an amplifier.”
You exhaled through your nose.
“I’ll go. They want me there” you said, already anticipating where this was headed. “I’m not going to disappear. I can fight. I can exorcise. I can handle myself.”
“I’m aware.”
“For them, it’s a win either way,” you went on “They’ll discredit me if I don’t do my job well—call it inefficiency—even when they know they’re sending me to a mission I’m not needed in the first place. And on the other hand,” you added, more bitterly “they get the chance to see me hurt.”
“It’s not fair. And I won’t let—”
“I want you to treat me like I’m not there” you cut in.
Nanami went quiet.
“If you prioritize me,” you continued, firmer now “if you adjust your movements or your decisions because of me—then they get exactly what they want.”
A long breath came through the line.
“You understand” Nanami said slowly “that the moments you’re amplifying me, you won’t be able to defend yourself.”
“I do.”
“And you’re still intending to amplify me,” he went on, voice tight, “while asking me not to cover you.”
A pause.
“Yes.”
Another beat of silence.
“If I’m going,” you said quietly, resolute “then I’m going to do my job.”
Two days had passed since your meeting with Yaga and the call with Nanami.
Two days during which you had tried—really tried—not to let the conversation replay itself in endless loops inside your head.
You buried yourself in routine. Morning classes. Stacks of mission reports waiting for your signature. Faculty meetings where the same three voices dominated the room while everyone else nodded and pretended to take notes. Familiar motions. Predictable rhythms. Things you could control.
That morning, you had finally spoken to Satoru about the upcoming mission.
You had left out the part where your name appeared on the support roster—not because anyone needed your particular skill set, but because someone had requested you specifically. You omitted the detail that you’d be supporting Nanami unnecessarily, assigned to a role that didn’t actually require you.
On paper, it was clean.
In reality, you knew exactly how it would look through your husband’s eyes. And you knew he would be right.
I don’t want him to be another thing he needs to get his hands dirty for.
You had said those words to Nanami without hesitation. And you had meant them.
Still did.
By the time the sky began to dim into early evening, exhaustion had settled into your bones. It was almost six when you finally left the building, mentally listing the groceries you still needed to pick up before heading home.
You were halfway when a figure detached itself from the covered walkway.
“Mrs. Ataru.”
You stopped, and slowly turned.
You recognized the intermediary immediately—one of the elders who never quite reached the inner circle but carried their messages with almost religious precision.
You offered a courteous nod and ignored the deliberate omission of your married name. They had all done it at first. Some still did. A quiet, stubborn refusal. A reminder that, in their eyes, Ataru's blood still ran in your veins and that was all that mattered.
“We will be requiring a formal review,” he continued, tone measured and unhurried, “of your operational role moving forward.”
You tilted your head just enough to signal curiosity rather than alarm.
“My role?”
“Your marriage constitutes a significant shift in existing power alignments.”
Ah.
You understood immediately. Satoru and you were expecting it since the wedding announcements went out.
Of course they were going to keep an eye on you. To make sure an Ataru who now belonged to the Gojo family didn’t interfere more than expected. To keep a rein on an amplifier who had married the strongest sorcerer alive—a man who already stood at the pinnacle of power without any amplification at all.
“You’re concerned about a conflict of interest,” you said calmly, almost conversationally.
The elder didn’t deny it. He inclined his head a fraction—confirmation and dismissal wrapped into one small gesture.
“We believe a reassessment is appropriate.”
You felt the shift before you saw him.
Not a sound. Not a footstep. Just a sudden density in the air behind you, like the atmosphere itself had thickened.
Satoru stood several paces away, white hair catching the dying light, dark glasses firmly in place. He had clearly been on his way home.
Now every line of him radiated something lethal, leashed only because he want it to be. The elder clearly stiffened at the new unexpected presence
“My values and my judgment haven’t changed.” you said firmly
The elder recovered quickly, though his eyes flicked once to Satoru before returning to you.
“That remains to be evaluated.”
Satoru laughed, stepping closer with lazy confidence.
“Evaluate me instead,” he suggested lightly, as if recommending a restaurant. “Since I’m the conflict, clearly.”
“We are well aware of your position and capabilities, Gojo.”
“Are you?”
Two words. The Infinity flexed. The courtyard lanterns flickered once, as if the bulbs had momentarily forgotten how electricity worked.
You moved without thinking, your hand lifting toward Satoru’s chest—right over his heart. Infinity stopped you just short of contact, but it didn’t matter. The message landed anyway.
He looked down at your hand first. Then at your face.
He knew somewhere beyond the quiet campus, behind closed doors and carefully measured conversations, men with too much authority began calculating risk. But here, in the fading light, with his attention wholly—dangerously—focused on you, Satoru Gojo wasn’t thinking about politics. He was thinking about you, and the catastrophic mistake of anyone who mistook you for a weakness.
So he smiled again—slow and deliberate— and let the pressure ease.
“Of course,” he said brightly, voice slipping back into its familiar lightness. “Oversight. Committees. Reports. Love that for us.”
The elder bowed stiffly—more reflex than respect—and retreated down the walkway, his measured pace doing very little to disguise how quickly he wanted distance between himself and the two of you.
You waited until the sound of his footsteps disappeared completely.
Only then did you lower your hand.
“Don’t.”
The word left your mouth softer than you intended, but it didn’t tremble.
“Don’t what?” he asked.
“Escalate.”
The courtyard felt too open all of a sudden. Too exposed. You were aware—acutely—of how easily he could turn this into something irreversible. How thin the line was between restraint and spectacle.
You knew, and you had expected it. The scrutiny. The political recalibration. The quiet attempts at pressure disguised as procedure. You had known they would try to test you. Test him. Test the space between you.
You had walked into it willingly.
“They’re underestimating you.”
You held his gaze.
“And you?” you asked softly. “Are you underestimating me?”
You asked because it mattered. You weren’t shrinking. You weren’t flinching. And you needed to know that he saw that.
His eyes sharpened immediately.
“Never.”
You stepped closer—closing the last of the distance so there was no ambiguity left between you.
“This is manageable,” you said. “It’s annoying. It’s intrusive. But it’s manageable.”
He studied you for a long moment. The way he sometimes looked at unfamiliar cursed techniques right before dismantling them
“You knew this would happen,” he said quietly.
“Yes.” you answered without hesitation.
“And you married me anyway.”
There it was. A confirmation.
“Yes”
Something flickered across his expression, and you barely had time to breathe before the world folded.
There was no warning—just the sudden, disorienting snap of space collapsing. The penthouse materialized in a blur of glass and twilight, and before your mind could catch up, Satoru had you pinned against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Tokyo glittered thousands of feet below—distant, irrelevant. All you could feel was the radiator heat of his body pressed flush against yours.
“Satoru—”
You really looked at him then. At the tight set of his jaw. At the sharp, dangerous focus behind the lenses of his glasses. At the way all that power narrowed until it was only you.
“What did we talk about,” you said breathlessly, “teleporting me home without warning?”
“Right now, I don’t care.” His voice dropped into a rough register that sent a sharp ache straight through you. “They don’t get to touch you.”
He still hadn’t used his hands. Just his weight. His chest rising and falling against yours.
“They don’t even get to look at you like you’re something they can put on a scale.”
“I handled it,” you said, pulse finally catching up. Your fingers trembled as you hooked them into his collar. “You saw that.”
“I saw a dead man walking,” he corrected. He leaned closer, mouth hovering inches from yours, breath warm—coffee and something rawer beneath it. “You were too polite. Too professional. You’re too good for them.”
“You don’t get to go feral preemptively,” you said, trying—and failing—to ground yourself.
His mouth curved into a sharp, dangerous smirk. “Feral?”
“Yes. I can see it building.”
You said it lightly. Almost teasing.
Inside, you were deadly serious.
He laughed under his breath.
“You have no idea how feral I am right now. Seeing them omit your name. Seeing them treat my wife like a line item in a budget.”
That was when he finally moved.
His hands came up—not to your waist, not yet—but to your wrists, pinning them above your head against the glass. The cold at your back and the furnace of him in front made your thoughts blur.
“You married a monster,” he murmured, nose tracing the line of your jaw.
“No,” you corrected, breath hitching as his mouth brushed sensitive skin beneath your ear. “I married a man.”
Something in him broke.
Just for a second.
Raw. Unguarded.
He pulled back enough to look at you, blue eyes burning brighter than any cursed energy—stripped of every shield he wore for the world. You felt the exact moment his control wavered.
His grip loosened.
You slid your hands free and cupped his face, lifting his glasses away.
“And I love that man so much it hurts,” you whispered, thumb brushing his lower lip. “So let me take care of you tonight, Satoru.”
His breath stuttered.
And even as your thoughts churned—the conversation with Yaga, the call with Nanami, the mission in which you had never truly been necessary—is this the right thing to do? Am I making this worse? Should I have handled things differently?—deep down, the truth was that you didn’t regret it.
You had chosen to protect him from one more thing that might demand blood.
You didn’t want this weight on his shoulders.
Didn’t want him thinking that marrying you had turned your life into a liability.
Didn’t want him carrying guilt for decisions you had made on your own.
If you could give him even a moment of peace before everything shifted—before the mission, before the scrutiny, before whatever came next—then maybe, just for tonight, that would be enough.
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frat!kuna finds reasons to talk to his tutor outside of sessions ! (shy!reader)
it was currently three in the morning and for some reason, your phone was going off. you lifted your head up and reached over to grab it. you winced as the bright screen blinded you, squinting and groaning softly. after you recovered, your jaw dropped. to your surprise, sukuna of all people was blowing up your phone.
sukuna: hey, you busy right now?
sukuna: and it’s alr if you are, nws
sukuna: or like, if you’re not in the mood to talk too, that’s fine.
sukuna: just lmk
you were baffled. he quadruple texted you within five minutes. part of you wondered what was so important. you shot a glance at your roommates bed. it was empty. before you lost your nerve, you hit the call button on his contact.
he picked up after the second ring. despite you being the one to call him, you froze. what do you say? do you tease him for waking you up and quadruple texting? you were so in your head you didn’t release a good couple of seconds went by without a word from you.
“hello? you there?”
your stomach twisted in knots. it was just a phone call, why were you so anxious? he’s been nothing but kind to you ever since you met. the way you presented yourself didn’t seem to really matter to him. yet it mattered so much to you.
“yes, sorry,” you swallowed hard.
“soo… i’m assuming you’re not busy?” he asked, his tone slightly teasing. your lips curved into a smile and you quickly cleared your throat. you weren’t sure why you felt this way about someone you tutored. you didn’t mind them usually, but you never spoke outside of sessions, let alone did you look forward to them. you wondered what he wanted to talk about so badly. was it school related? what is it wasn't? either way, the butterflies in your stomach made you even more nervous.
“nope!” you immediately winced at how enthusiastic you sounded. you probably sounded like an obsessive dork. which you weren’t, not at all. you were above that. even though everything pointed to that.
"so i'm doing tonight’s homework and i'm lost. the process is long and stupid, and i don't really understand it. i was wondering if you could explain it maybe...?"
huh, of course he was contacting you because of schoolwork. you scolded yourself for even entertaining the thought that it was something else.
"yeah no worries." you said carefully. your enthusiasm has since faded. you felt like a clueless idiot.
"let me facetime you and show you." you froze, facetime? you were in your embarrassing pajamas, hair up in a bonnet, no makeup on. crap. the sound of the facetime request blared from your phone and your heart stopped. with a shaky breath, you hit accept and braced yourself.
"aw, your bonnet is pink. cute." he grinned at the phone. he was laying in his bed with his arm behind his head, no homework page in sight. you blinked at him. his compliment made your brain short circuit.
"yes it is, uhm, thank you." you cringed and moved out of the frame. you heard him chuckle and the embarrassment alone ate you alive.
"anyways, as i was saying..." he droned on about the problem and yet, there wasn't a notebook in sight. was he reciting it from memory? you offered some input and he thanked you, praising you for your help. you couldn't help but frown though. the problem sounded oddly familiar. that's when you realized: the two of you had gone over the exact problem last session.
"correct me if i'm wrong but, didn't we already go over this problem?"
it was his turn to freeze up. "oh? we did?" he asked all innocently, eyebrows furrowed. you gaped at him before giggling.
"yes, yes we did sukuna," you giggled.
"oh? then that's my bad then." he shifted and you could see a worn stuffed animal on his bed. adorable. "hey, those highlighters you used last time, where'd you get them?" he ran his fingers through his hair, a smirk tugging on his lips.
oh, so he did remember the last session. all of this was making your head spin. so was he doing this on purpose? was he making fun of your highlighters too? that was a low blow...
"from this stationary shop in town." you replied. your tone wasn't rude or anything, but there was definitely a shift. you didn't have it in you to hide your disappointment. you thought the two of you had somewhat of an understanding of each other. you thought it wasn't all in your head and that you got along pretty well.
"hmm. i want some, we should go sometime," he suggested. "i think they'd help me focus better." he shrugged.
together?!? you tilted your head at him. "oh no, it's okay, i can give you directions, you know..." you said timidly. first calling you at an ungodly hour, then asking to hangout? did tutors hang out with their mentees? you were pretty sure that didn't happen. like ever.
"i clearly have terrible, terrible memory, so i'd think it would be best if you went with me, you know? just in case." he wasn't even trying to hide his grin anymore. you could see all 32 pearly white teeth. you couldn't help but mirror his smile. the butterflies in your stomach wouldn't let up as it all sunk in. he's asking you out.
"okay then," you agreed, failing to contain your excitement. "just in case."
summary: you and gojo haven’t talked since you left his apartment that night after catching him with another girl. you didn’t have anything to say and he didn’t either (at least not to your face) apparently because he booked the first flight out of the city and out of your life. now he’s back and he want to to talk?
but what will he think when he finds out you’ve been seeing his best friend?
content: exboyfriend!satoru x fem!reader, fwb!suguru x fem!reader, modern au, college au, angst, smoking/drinking, suggestive, pining, friendgroup dynamics, miscommunication/misunderstandings, cheating, reader is best friends with yuki, tattooartist!suguru, twin!yuji, olderbrother!sukuna, olderbrother!choso, rockstar!choso
synopsis; toji was everything to you. there was a time that you could imagine moving in together, building a life together, getting married and maybe having kids. he was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. maybe you jinxed it because after you had an argument you found him cheating on you. ever since then you have been a shell of yourself. your friends are determined to pull you out of it. their solution? setting you up with the one person they never expected you'd agree to meet: sukuna.
warnings; black fem reader, fluff, angst, annoying toxic ex, toxic ex!toji, kinda slow burn, very mild cursing
0 - prolouge / groups / sukunas board / your board
1 - worst. idea. ever.
2 - one date wont kill you
3 - why?
4 - rumors
5 - coincidence? not.
6 - dread
7 - the truth
8 - one, two, five
9 - mixed signals 1
0 - best friends
11 - too little, too late
12 - best buds?
13 - for real
14 - finished
15 - revelations
16 - bisou, bisou
17 - picking sides
18 - soft launch
19 - hard launch
20 - epilogue
WOOOO
a/n: this is still in the works! please be patient with me as I make this as this is my first project in a WHILEEEE! I hope you all enjoy this is much as i will/have enjoyed making this! if you would like to be added to the taglist please comment below and please rebloog! luv ya!
a/n 2: NOTHING is ai the messaging app has an option to use it and i did not
a/n 3: psssst prologue and ur group/his group r out nowwww!!
synopsis; toji was everything to you. there was a time that you could imagine moving in together, building a life together, getting married and maybe having kids. he was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. maybe you jinxed it because after you had an argument you found him cheating on you. ever since then you have been a shell of yourself. your friends are determined to pull you out of it. their solution? setting you up with the one person they never expected you'd agree to meet: sukuna.
prolouge - your group - his group
a/n; ik this docent get into the nitty gritty but trusttttt there will be more content!
