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touch-starved!megumi who never really got the hang of being affectionate. it was not that he hated it or found it embarrassing despite what yuji always said. he just honestly did not know how to deal with it most of the time. touching other people or being touched had never exactly been a regular thing for him growing up. so eventually, megumi learned how to exist without ever asking for that kind of connection.
touch-starved!megumi who slowly starts changing towards you in tiny, subtle ways. hanging around you longer than he actually needed to. relaxing the second you sit beside him after a mission. always looking a little startled every time you touch him, like some part of him still expects everyone to eventually pull away.
touch-starved!megumi who acts like none of it affects him at first. if you straighten his collar, he just blinks at you quietly. if your hands brush while passing something to him, his fingers pause for half a second too long. if you hug him unexpectedly, his whole body goes stiff before very slowly melting into the hold like his body is finally catching up to something his heart has wanted for years.
touch-starved!megumi who never asks for more, and honestly that the heartbreaking part. he never leans in first or reaches for your hand unless you do it beforehand. he never interrupts you or demands your attention. he accepts love like it is something borrowed, something temporary. almost terrified he might ruin it if he holds on too tightly.
touch-starved!megumi who comes back from a horrible mission exhausted, sitting alone in the common room with his head tilted against the sofa. uniform torn. dried blood against his jaw. looking absolutely wrecked while rain taps softly against the windows outside.
touch-starved!megumi who only opens his eyes slowly when you tell him he should sleep already, voice rough and exhausted as he quietly says, āin a minute.ā
touch-starved!megumi who shifts closer after you sit beside him. barely noticeable. just enough for his shoulder to press carefully against yours. hesitant enough that it makes your chest ache because it is obvious he wants comfort but has absolutely no idea how to ask for it.
touch-starved!megumi who goes completely still when your fingers slide into his hair. for one awful second you think you crossed a line until he exhales shakily, sounding like all the tension inside him is finally draining out at once.
touch-starved!megumi who slowly leans into your touch while his eyes close again, practically melting beneath your fingers as you scratch lightly against his scalp. such a tiny movement, but somehow it feels devastating because maybe nobody has ever held him this gently before.
touch-starved!megumi who lets out a tired little laugh when you whisper that he doesnāt have to pretend he is okay all the time. he says āi know,ā but he sounds like somebody hearing those words for the very first time.
touch-starved!megumi who instinctively turns his face into your palm the second your hand slides down to his cheek, like he belongs there naturally. like some hidden part of him has been starving for tenderness for years.
touch-starved!megumi who falls half asleep against you by the time the rain finally stops, one hand loosely gripping your hoodie sleeve like he thinks you might disappear if he lets go.
touch-starved!megumi who never actually asks you to stay.
he just quietly holds onto you when you do.
an: I still suck at tagging even after 4 year into this
Iāll definitely write again, especially for Megumi. Heās like my home base when it comes to fics lol.
This year has just been a whirlwind of very huge changes for me and I havenāt had much time unfortunately. But if you have any suggestions, feel free to send them! <3 I love seeing ideas from you guys.
Satoru Gojo - hockey Star- loves three things - hockey, coke and women. Which is the reason his coach Sukuna wants to make sure he stays as far away from his niece - you - as possible. Raised by Sukuna after your parents passed, he is almost like a dad to you. Satoru can't help but become obsessed the moment he sees you spinning on the ice. But there's one big problem - an overbearing, grumpy one named Uncle Kuna. Is he right to protect you, or is there more to Satoru than what's on the surface?
āpairings- hockey star! satoru x figure skater! reader
āwarnings - eventual smut, eventual angst, drug use, grumpy but loving Uncle Sukuna, shy/innocent reader, down bad Satoru - he's a bit of a hot mess at first. this chap - kissing, dry humping, mentions of sex, coke use, weed use, masturbation, obsessed Toru. wc-10.6k
this is a commissioned series for my bb @strychnynegirl ahh I am so excited! Art is a comm made for this story by @veroniicannot on IG - so no reposting, go follow her!<3
ā headcanons ā playlist ā chapter two (soon)
chapter one
Satoru Gojo was the top hockey player there was ā and with that came a ton of responsibility, when it wasnāt pressure from his parents for him to get into a pro team all of college, now it was making sure his teammates won. They were all experienced too, but Satoru was just made for the rink, he could glide on the ice like it was nothing, but he sure put in the time for it.
He was the captain of the pro team now, when their head coach was gone he was the one set to guide the other players, who all happened to be little stubborn shitheads. Satoru was leaning against the rink, watching his teammates run drills with his baby blue eyes that caught every movement, practiced and experienced, lashes as white as the ice below him taking it all in.
The sounds of blades scraping across the ice echo in his ears, mixing with the grunts of the players and the giggles of the girls who come practice figure skating, some of the boys ate it up. Satoru himself had a pretty large fanclub and even now blows them a little kiss, they all freak out and giggle, especially when Suguru executes a perfect slap shot into the top corner of the net.
āShit, good job Sugu,ā Suguru blushes when the girls start calling his name. Satoru always loves the attention but heās a little more shy. āKento, youāre going on offense now.ā
Satoru has been on the ice since early morning as usual, yawning just a bit as he joins in, heās pushing himself harder than anyone else as always ā some nights he stays after everyone is gone and itās all quiet, only his skates cutting through the ice making noise. Everyone saw how great he was, how natural things were to him, but it also came with thousands of hours of practice.
Day in, day out, Satoru was a perfectionist. Yet, he loved it ā something freeing about focusing on the precision of his moves, wearing his body down until itās exhausted and he can blissfully crash out for that two or three hours he gets. He loved the feeling of being utterly sore and spent, only to get up and push himself all over again ā he was the best for a reason.
He glides across the ice to grab a drink, when he sees a girl he never has ā not one from the āfanclubā sheās completely different, quietly spinning in a pretty pirouette, He canāt stop looking at her, with those graceful movements that make it look effortless, blades carving delicate patterns on the of the ice as you glide along and make a series of jumps and spins.
Satoru canāt get his gaze off you ā but then, heās not the only one. Itās eerily quiet as the men eye the new girl, some of them commenting how pretty you are, some a little impressed with a spin you land like itās nothing. Satoru had seen plenty of talented figure skaters before, but there was something about you that froze him in place, the cute little smile on your face when you landed a move.
The boys clap and you blush then, realizing you have an audience, a quiet little smile and wave, before going back to focusing. Satoruās lost though, he canāt stop staring ā yeah, youāre a pretty little thing, but heās always got pretty girls in his bed. Itās not that, is it?
āSheās hot, right?ā Comes one of his teammates, Satoru instantly gives him an irritated glance.
āShe is pretty,ā Suguru says then, smirking over at Satoru. āOh shit, I know that look of yours.ā
āWhat look? Sheās⦠talented, mmkay?ā Theyāre laughing just a bit, when Satoru sighs. āFine, she is hot.ā
āSheās my niece,ā all of them turn around to see their hockey coach Sukuna skating up, crossing his arms and glaring at them now.
āShit, your niece is hot-ā
āToji Iāll fuck your face up more,ā Sukuna says, raising a brow and glaring at all of them. Sukuna used to be a hockey player himself, but now he coaches in his early thirties, he was pretty notorious for training the winning team. Everyone found him intimidating due to just how huge and angry he was, but Satoru simply raised a brow himself.
He knows heās damn near better than Sukuna was. Sure, maybe heās cocky, but⦠it was accurate.
āSheās your niece? Whereās she been?ā Satoru asks curiously, youāre skating over, your eyes locked on Sukuna for a moment until you see his stance.
āKuna āā
āDonāt call me that in front of them!?ā Theyāre snickering, you pout just a bit, and are apparently so cute Sukuna sighs, ruffling your hair. āDonāt pull the puppy dog eyes on me, brat.ā
āBe nice, hmm?ā He sighs, Satoru has never seen Ryomen Sukuna soft whatsoever.
āFine, they were saying how talented you were, right?ā They all stand at attention nodding quickly, you look down shyly at all the attention, hugging your arms a bit, before smiling and looking at Satoru.
God youāre pretty.
The minute your eyes hit his, he can hardly handle whatever the fuck youāre doing to him, holding your hand out now. āYouāre the captain, right?ā
āYeah thatās me,ā he takes your hand with a cocky little smile, it swallows your tiny one as you tilt your head back a bit to look at him. āYou are really talented out there.ā
āOh thank you so much,ā a pretty blush dances across your cheeks now, your eyes looking back down. Fuck youāre cute. āYouāre talented too, Iāve seen your videos all over.ā
āYeah?ā Satoru grins now, skating a little closer. āYou have?ā
āThatās enough,ā Sukuna cuts in, practically unclasping your hands now. āLetās go talk for a minute, kid. Iāll be back to coach you little shits in a bit.ā
āSure, it was nice to meet you,ā you say to Satoru, smiling a bit at him and then skating off, but you peer over your shoulder for a moment at him.
āGet your jaw off the floor, buddy.ā
āFuck off, letās get to workā¦ā
āUncle Kuna, you were rude!ā Youāre saying, eyeing the handsome white haired player who gives you a little smile. āHe seems sweet.ā
āTch, you donāt know that boy, any of those boys,ā Sukuna hands you a drink and you take it thankfully. āItās my job to look out for you, just trust me.ā
āAll rightā¦ā But how can you focus, when eyes that blue peer at you across the rink?
Gojo watches as you begrudgingly glide across the rink, but he just can't get that dopey grin off his face, Suguru shakes him out of it, Sukuna skates up and fucking glares at him. Yet he canāt stop looking, how you glide along the ice, spinning in pretty little circles, waving a little when you think Sukuna canāt see, just to have him standing right in front of Satoru again.
āGet to running those, now.ā
āCalm down Kuna,ā Satoru smacks his shoulder, grinning as Sukuna turns bright red.
āStay away from her.ā
āWhy tell me that?ā He raises a brow at Sukuna now. āGo tell Toji.ā
āI just know your type, fuckinā act all sweet and then not be serious, you wonāt hurt her if I have anything to do with it.ā Satoru sighs, grabbing his hockey stick and skating back over to his group.
If anything is known ā itās that Satoru Gojo was an absolute slut, he just loved to fuck, loved women, he loved getting his dick sucked. Why wouldnāt he enjoy all the perks of being a famous hockey player? Which absolutely included partying, snorting coke up his nostrils, having a good blunt and letting girls make out over his tip.
That didnāt mean Satoru was somehow against the idea of love or dating ā he just was enjoying himself, Sukunaās right in that he would corrupt a cute, innocent little thing like yourself. Fuck corrupting you would be so pretty though, imagining how cute youād look learning how to take his cock ā the thoughts have him hard in the middle of the fucking ice rink.
Satoru wishes anything Sukuna threatened ever sunk in ā it didnāt.
*****
Itās been a week since he first saw you.
How can Satoru not come in early to watch you practice every morning, just acting like he needs more time himself, when heās literally in peak performance. How can Satoru not just peer at you before he gets on the ice, when no one else is there, watching you so cute as you focus, as you fall and get yourself back up.
Youāre goddamn adorable, he canāt stop the smile on his face anytime he catches sight of you, but he doesnāt really say anything, just waves as he practices, and the two of you are in a comfortable silence on either side of the giant ice rink. Satoru relishes every time you come by him, when youāll skate by and ask him a question, tell him you admire his form.
Admire his form.
Satoru admires yours too, those outfits leave little to the imagination, and youāre achingly pretty, the way he can imagine wrapping his hands right around your waist⦠even when you practice with someone he gets furious. He hates seeing his pretty figure skater have another man spot or spin with her.
His figure skater? Has he really lost it?
He loves when you answer his questions, your shy but reserved conversation ā some of the girls he hears call you stuck up, but itās clear youāre not ā even if you donāt really make friends. Itās more youāre achingly shy, and he knows it takes a lot in those moments you talk to him, when you hardly talk to anyone else.
Satoru can't help but picture you every night after you give him a little wave goodbye, when youāre in your cute little tracksuit and he gets just a hint of your tummy in his sight, a little dip of cleavage. God just your collarbones and how your hair falls when itās out of that tight bun fuck him up ā so much so fuck he strokes it to you like it's his own form of worship.
Every time he thinks he can have just a few moment with you, fucking Sukuna is there. Stomping around all angry, scowling right at Satoru, he makes sure to leave no space for Satoru to even find out more than your name and where youāre from. Heās gathered that you love to skate ā of course ā and that you like to read, by the books you bring in.
Old books, too, ones he googles when he gets home so he can have a hope to talk to you. Wuthering Heights is the one you always bring, so of course he studies all he can about it, bringing up oh so casually what he thinks of Heathcliff. You brightened up so pretty this morning, and he thinks that was the first time he heard your laugh, a soft little cute one.
Your nose scrunched up, all fucking adorable, and your eyes lit up as you softly agreed with him about Catherine, Satoruās acting like he read a goddamn book from the eighteen hundreds to impress a girl. He's not sure when he got so pathetic, nor when the sight of a cute nose scrunching up started making him leak pre - but oh, it did.
He catches a glimpse of you as youāre leaving today, almost bumping right into him, your hands on his chest, his on your waist, thumbs pressing into the nip of it, the two of you pausing, eyes meeting. You get lost in his, your heart hammering in your chest, the feeling of his fingers on your skin almost intimate.
Youāve not had anyone even touch you ā thanks to Sukuna always being absolutely insane about protecting you ā if it wasnāt him, it was your brother Yuuji. Sukuna had practically raised you both together. Heās been off at school for a bit but he was also extremely protective of you, even though he was actually your little brother by a year.
āHey,ā he says softly, your lips part as you look at where your hand rests, feeling the beat of his heart steady underneath it. āYou all right?ā
āUm, y-yeah,ā you can hardly talk, youāre so damn shy in general but especially around Satoru Gojo and his pretty blue eyes just looking right at you. āIām all right, sorryā¦ā
āDonāt apologize sweets,ā you blush at the little name, he eases his hand off and you realize yours is still on him, yanking it back, he laughs just a little at that. āHeaded home?ā
āI am, um⦠it wasā¦ā Shit, you canāt talk at all, it was a little different with everyone on the rink, but just Satoru made it more difficult.
You hate being awkward.
Thatās the thing about figure skating ā you can be elegant, delicate and lovely, but in real life you stammered, you couldnāt talk half the time, it was all just too much, too overwhelming. Then you overthought every single word you said, replaying it over in your head, sometimes the dumbest shit that would come out of your mouth when youāre nervous would keep you up all night.
Even now heās looking curiously and you still canāt talk. All you can think of is that cologne heās wearing, the scent of him, how he feels so warm against you. How tall he is especially without the boost of your skates, the way he looks at you. Uncle Sukuna said all these things about him, partying and this and that, but it doesnāt deter you like it should.
He just⦠seems like he has a good soul.
You think youāre a good judge of that?
āIām just standing here oh god,ā he chuckles again, brushing a little lock of your hair back delicately, your heart hammers faster at the brush against your skin, feather light. āIām sorry Iām not that um⦠I donāt talk alot. I know youāre trying to be friendly this week, I hope you donāt think Iām rude?ā
āNot at all.ā You exhale in relief. āI talk too fucking much,ā you giggle then, so precious Satoru canāt stand it, hugging your body just a bit.
āNo, you talk just enough, itās nice to⦠I like talking to you,ā you would have thought you said you wanted to kiss him, how flustered you get, trembling.
āCold?ā
āWe are in an ice rink.ā
āRight, that, Iām always warm,ā he swipes his brow, a hint of his abdomen showing, that little v cut that almost ruins your senses. āYou look flushed.ā
āOh I guess I am,ā youāre shivering from being near him, trying to play it off then. āYou are so great out there, especially helping Uncle Kuna.ā
āI still canāt believe heās got a little nickname,ā you smile, looking down just a bit, making Satoru ache to tilt your chin up, to have a look into your pretty eyes, he almost fucking does it too, barely keeping his composure.
Since when is he nervous like this?
āThereās a party tomorrow, you should come.ā
āOh, no, I donāt do crowds and parties.ā
āYou⦠compete in front of hundreds of people?ā
āYeah, but Iām kind of alone when I do?ā
āThat makes sense,ā he murmurs, curious about you more and more, as you put a hand tentatively to his shoulder. āMaybe another time?ā
āIf Uncle Kuna would ever let me,ā he rolls his eyes.
āUncle Kuna goes to those parties,ā you gasp, Satoru grins. āHe does it to āwatch usā like heās so much older. Heās only in his thirties.ā
āI know itās hard to remember, he acts so grown up doesnāt he?ā
āNah, Iāve seen him playing beer pong, he screams grown frat boy,ā youāre laughing again.
āHe was one!ā
āFuckinā called that shit,ā Satoru takes your hand then and presses a little kiss to the back of your knuckles.
Heās never done that but it feels like the right move, youāre so damn pretty and sweet like some girl at a ball in the eighteen hundreds, none of that really makes sense but it does in his own mind. Plus watching you blush and your eye lashes flutter is probably the cutest thing heās seen.
āUncle Kuna didnāt say you were a gentleman.ā
āIām so not,ā he lets your hand go, smirking and slipping his hands in his pockets then. āI am probably not that bad as he says though. He always has it out for me.ā
āHe seems really proud of you too though! Donāt tell him I said it,ā Satoru pauses, cheeks reddening a bit.
āAre you in town for a while?ā
āIām staying with him and my brother for a bit. Actually, I was living in the dorms during college, but I want to try to get more practice, more⦠professional?ā
āYou look like a pro,ā you smile and giggle all fucking cute. āYou do.ā
āThank you Satoru,ā you both walk towards the front doors now, the air is even chillier with the winter breeze, both of you slinging on your jackets. Satoru looks almost ethereal with the way the moonlight hits his face. āGood night.ā
āSee you uh, tomorrow?ā You smile and wave, and Satoru canāt take that damn dopey grin off his face.
*****
Satoru's snorting a line up his nose as the music hums and the room is filled with everyone dancing that night. He's got a girl on either side of him giggling, both of their hands just touching on him, theyāre pretty and he enjoys them usually, but for whatever reason he feelsā¦
Off.
āGimme a line, shit,ā Tojiās big ass sits next to him and Satoru rolls his blue eyes, snatching one of the girls right onto his lap. āWanna snort one off her.ā
āMy premium coke? You owe me,ā Satoru watches as Toji lines that snow up on the girl, the other one leaning close with her lips against Satoruās ear.
āMmm, can you do one off me?ā
āI can,ā heās chuckling and sprinkling powder right on her, leaned over with his nose brushing her skin, hand on her waist.
Thatās what you walk into ā so nervous to go to a party, but your friends on the team convinced you how fun it would be, just to catch sight of Satoru Gojoās tongue lapping up a pretty skaterās neck. You know her somewhat, sheās pretty and sweet, giggling so loudly you can hear her even over the music rushing in the large house.
Suguruās house apparently.
āHey there,ā he is the one who greets you, standing in front of the view you have of Satoru and those girls, the feeling so odd.
You donāt even know Satoru, how could you care if he was with someone?
āHi, Suguru, right?ā He smiles and takes your hand, a little kiss on the back of it making you flush. āI donāt think we formally met.ā
āWe havenāt yet, Iām glad you came,ā he gestures around. āPlease help yourself toĀ anything at all, would you like a drink?ā
āYes please,ā he nudges his head and you follow him around, Satoruās gaze catching yours as heās laughing, snorting another line off her, he falters just a bit, his lips parting. You just sort of give a small smile and avert your gaze ā something about seeing him like that feels a little too intimate to witness.
You didnāt know he had a girlfriend orā¦
Two girlfriends?
āHere, something sweet,ā Suguru pours you a little glass of wine, much different than the beer in everyoneās hands or the liquor lined up.
āHowād you know Iām not a drinker?ā You ask, he just shrugs a shoulder, corking the bottle.
āA guess is all, I know these parties get a little crazy, just tell me if anyone bothers you, yeah? Iāll kick them out.ā
āThank you,ā you place a hand on his shoulder, before clearing your throat and smiling, noticing Satoru walking your way, the girl tugging at his light blue jersey. āIs that his girlfriend?ā
āGirlfriend? Oh, no he doesnātā¦ā
Satoruās right in front of you, hands in his pockets, smiling in that way only he can, you see the smallest hint of residue on his plump lips, which he laps off with a flick of his tongue. āYou came! I didnāt uh⦠think you would?ā
āI did come,ā you look down a bit nervously, clearing your throat and smiling now, sipping on the wine. āYou look like youāre having fun.ā
āEh I guess,ā he rubs the back of his neck, shifting a bit and looking at Suguru. āGot her the good stuff, huh?ā
āMhm, Iāll let you two talk,ā he smiles at you as he walks away, Satoru is close to you ā too close, you can inhale that scent in your nostrils, something just him.
You canāt be jealous of someone you donāt know.
You plaster on a pretty smile now, sipping the sweet drink. āYou donāt have to come entertain me.ā
āI invited you and itās not⦠I donāt have toā¦ā Fuck, why does he get tongue tied like this? āI uh⦠I really wanted to see you.ā
āYou did?ā His big grin is your answer, leaning on the counter and ignoring the girls who try to call him over. āI think youāre kind of popular.ā
āYeah well theyāre fine,ā he takes your drink and sips it, putting his lips right where you had, his eyes darkening as they study you over the rim. āMmm, yummy.ā
Fuck.
Gojoās licking his lips and doing insane things to your tummy, fluttering like thereās a million butterflies, he steps closer to you, brushing your hair back. āYou really came.ā
āI did,ā you laugh softly when the music shifts.
āWanna dance?ā
āOh um,ā you flush and sip your wine, clearing your throat just a bit. āAre you sure you wanna dance with me?ā
āThatās why I asked,ā he sets his cup down, taking your glass and putting it in the fridge, you blink curiously. āSafer in there, a lot of people here tonight.ā
You blink a bit curiously, tilting your head. āSafer?ā
āFromā¦ā He trails off, taking your hand. āGuys can drug drinks, no one on my team would but other players? Thereās some really horrible men, even if I havenāt personally seen it happen ā I've heard shit.ā
āYouāre keeping my drink safe,ā you melt as he shrugs as if thatās just something normal ā so caring you ache.
Sukuna and Yuuji care for you but theyāre family ā Satoru is still a stranger.
āNo big deal sweetheart.ā
āItās really sweet of you,ā he gets a little flustered, tugging you into the enormous living room, with vaulted ceilings and fancy, modern chandeliers hanging. You look up in wonder at them, so pretty then, theyāre glowing right along your face, and for a moment his breath is smacked out of his lungs.
Satoru could just stare at you all day.
āItās so pretty,ā you sigh now ā blinking just a bit as your gaze is captured.
To be engrossed in a chandelier when everyone around him was just snorting coke, drinking, smokingā¦
āItās very pretty,ā he agrees, looking right at you. You catch sight of it and look back down nervously, biting your lip. āHey, look at me.ā
You raise your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest. āI suck at eye contact.ā
āIāll help you,ā he turns you around in a little circle, tugging you against his hard body, making you melt. āItāll help with skating when youāre competing, being able to look at the crowd.ā
āThatās true, oh sorry!ā You stumble a bit so he just picks you up, you gasp at that, youāve had partners pick you up countless times but not like this, just spinning you and holding you up with your feet dangling.
āA figure skater who canāt dance? Thatās insane baby,ā you laugh as he sets you down on your feet, feeling the eyes of those girls now. āWhat is it?ā
āI donāt think they like me,ā you murmur, Satoru looks back at them and frowns just a bit. āTheyāre scowling.ā
āNah, they justā¦ā He doesnāt even know what to say, heās forgotten their names again. āJust curious about you.ā
āYouāre so different from what Sukuna says,ā he snorts now, rolling his eyes and turning you, tugging your back against him. āHe says youāre a menace.ā
āWell I am,ā you snort a bit, and he chuckles, feeling the curve of your ass pressing on his thighs. āYou donāt think Iām a menace?ā
āYou just seem thoughtful and kind,ā he pauses now, those words arenāt typically what people say.
Even though Satoru was kind, they typically just saw the confidence, the arrogance, the ego hiding so much. He pauses a bit and then grips your hips, moving them, his lips brushing against your ear as he bends down. āMove those hips like you do on the ice.ā
Youāre so nervous ā people are looking at you two, if Sukuna found out heād probably lock you up in your room, but youāre not going to tell Satoru no, you want to listen to him. His soft little commands are overwhelming, hips rocking back against him and then around with his guidance, your head falling back against his chest as you move with him.
āThere you go,ā his words are like honey, sweeter than the wine on your tongue, just those few sips already rushing through your body, heated up by him. āTurn and show me what ya got.ā
You turn and look at him in those pretty blue eyes, earning his pleased grin, his lashes lowered as he leans down, tugging you against him again. āEveryoneās looking at us.ā
āMhm,ā you start moving with him, finding his own rhythm, every little brush of his fingers igniting something inside you. āFeel the music, like you do in a routine.ā
You close your eyes and feel it like he says, the music thrumming, the tingles that shoot out from the way his hands grip your hips, youāre rolling your hips without his help soon enough, body moving right with him. As if heās your partner lifting you and guiding you during your moves, the way he spins you makes you dizzy, having you face him once more.
Your eyes flutter open and this pretty smile hits your face, making Satoru grin right with you, laughing softly just a bit, the girls are still murmuring about you, but at the moment you really canāt care. You feel so pretty with how Satoru just looks at you, though you wonderā¦
How much of this is just him?
Just charming Satoru Gojo who does this with everyone? Were others used to or immune to it? You find it nearly impossible to be.
āYouāre doing it on your own, see? Look at you moving like that,ā the way heās talking hits something inside you, making your core burn up, your thighs clench together, every word shooting right between them. āDoing sāgood.ā
Heās muffling his words, spinning you again, lips now pressed against your cheek as he leans down, brushing against your skin. āYou think so, Gojo?ā
āCall me Satoru,ā he corrects, his hand splaying your tummy, picturing how heāll be able to see himself inside it, feeling fucking filthy. āOf course I think so.ā
āI um⦠reallyā¦ā The song comes to a halt and Toji steps up on the table, you swear itāll break heās so damn big, shouting at everyone.
āAll right you drunk fucks,ā everyone laughs at him, Satoru simply rolls his eyes, hands falling off your waist ever so slightly. āTime for us all to chug.ā
āChug?ā You ask softly, Satoru sighs, fucking Toji ruining his moment with you for him to chug beer ā Satoru hates beer.
āYeah, Iāll be right back though okay?ā You nod and he rushes over, as if heās dying to get it over with, when the two girls who had glared daggers at you are on either side of him. He seems a little tense, but he doesnāt move, he just takes the can Suguru hands him, putting it to his lips.
You just met Satoru Gojo. You canāt go having all these feelings for a man who is a stranger, especially the gnawing jealousy as the girls all half naked are bouncing around, making you question your attire. Were you too prim and proper? Was Satoru into a more⦠bold woman?
Why do you care so damn much already?
Satoru, of course was in his element, he finishes his beer with a speed faster than everyone, slamming the can down before anyone else could ā even Toji. āHah, won like always.ā
āSwear you take dick down your throat,ā Toji grumbles, Satoru snorts in laughter, blowing him a kiss.
āYou wish, baby boy.ā
āUgh,ā everyone is laughing and cheering, youāre just watching ever curiously, smiling when his eyes find yours in the crowd, all twinkling and so pretty you forget the girls next to him.
The girl in the crop top on the left fists her hands in his jersey, pulling him down for a messy kiss.
You saw him kissing that girl earlier and⦠it was fine, you guess, but something about this one after he danced with youā¦
Fuck you think too much into things.
He was having fun, youāre planning some romantic love ā youāve always had your head in the clouds, you suppose now is no different, your heart just fucking hurts though. He pushes her off him and clears his throat as you rush over to the kitchen, dying to drink that wine suddenly.
What was wrong with you?
āHey⦠easy,ā Satoruās annoyed as shit, but how can he explain to a girl he just had in his lap grinding on him that youāre here, and he only wants to talk to you, to look at you.
Itās insane, whatever it is you do to his mind, he feels bad for a moment when she pouts. āBut Satoru, I was hoping youād come home with us.ā
āBoth of us,ā the other girl bounces over right next to her, and normally Satoru would be all about fucking two pretty women, seeing them fuck.
What was wrong with him?
His eyes go to find yours and he sees you over there talking to Suguru, who brushes a lock of your hair back, itās nothing lewd or forward ā itās sweet if anything, but it stabs him right in the fucking chest. Your eyes meet his and lower when these girls kiss on him, something heās never felt embarrassed or ashamed about. Itās not like Satoru has ever even dated a girl.
All he does is party, fuck, play hockey, repeat. Countless girls on him, underneath him, sucking him down, fighting over who could swallow his cum first, never has he had a moment to question it. Anything to fill those lonely times, those thoughts when heās all alone in his home, and he feels that loneliness, that exhaustion.
Never has he felt so goddamn mad his friend is laughing with a girl, the friend heās fucked girls with, he wants to smack his goddamn hand.
āI gotta go, not tonight,ā he mumbles, rushing toward the kitchen, hands in his pockets and smiling at Suguru and you, as if everything is fine. āSorry about that, theyāre fucking clingy.ā
āThey like you alot,ā you murmur, Satoru just blinks a bit, lips parted. āYou donāt have to hang out because you invited me, have fun.ā
āWhat!? No, not at all,ā his phone starts buzzing like crazy, he puts it on silent, reading all the messages from girls asking him to come over.
āSatoruās the most popular,ā Suguru says, not in a mean way, itās sweet if anything. āMe not so much.ā
āWhat? Everyone was gushing about both of you,ā Suguru blushes and you giggle, youāre not used to someone blushing as bright as you do.
āI am not as good with attention.ā
āI love attention,ā Satoru grins and you giggle just a bit, before noticing the lipstick stuck to his mouth ā an obnoxious glitter. āHave something on my face?ā
āYeah,ā you lean forward and swipe the glitter off his lips, he sucks in a breath at the act, before he sees all the glitter on your finger. āYour girlfriends are sparkly.ā
āNot girlfriends,ā he grabs another drink and downs it, cursing internally, feeling like heās already fucked it up somehow, even if youāre smiling and just sipping your drink. Suguru is enamored with you, he doesn't even look Satoru's way.
Maybe when Suguru asked if he thought you were pretty he should have admitted it and not deflected.
āWell I'm glad if I didn't ruin your fun or anything,ā he curses internally. He invited you here but he didn't take into account who you are.
You're different from anyone here and he'd never want to change that, but how did he think you'd fit into such a crowd? Of course you'd talk to a much calmer person like Suguru amidst the chaos.
Yet he wanted you here.
āNot at all, I'm always partying. I promise I'm not missing out,ā he clears his throat now, when Choso walks over to them. He's related to Sukuna so of course he knows you, immediately giving you a hug.
āHey! Oh god, Sukuna is gonna kill you,ā you sigh and nod, covering your face.
āI know, don't tell him!ā He holds up two fingers.
āSecret is safe from me, plus it'll do you some good to get out,ā he looks at Satoru and Suguru now. āI'm glad you're with them and not some randoms though, in that case I'd have to snatch you out of here.ā
āIf you're Sukuna's nephewā¦ā Suguru ā stoned already ā tries to put two and two together as he looks between you both. āAnd you're his niece⦠How many does Sukuna have?ā
āA lot,ā Choso admits, lips twitching up with amusement. āOur family is all over the place,ā he sighs now. āYou know Yuuji is joining the team soon?ā
āYes he's so excited! Choso you should come over for dinner sometime?ā
āI can soon,ā he tugs out a blunt then, smirking. āDo you partake or is this too crazy?ā
āI haven't before,ā you blush a bit. āWill it mess me up?ā
āNah it's more calming, but I'll leave it up to you,ā someone starts shouting for him, Choso was absolutely the plug of the hockey team. āHere, give it to them or smoke it, no pressure. Just be careful when you get home. Sukuna used to cuss me out when he caught me.ā
You smile at him and nod, taking the blunt curiously, looking at the two men. āUm have you allā¦ā
They chuckle. āMaybe every night before bed?ā Suguru says, you giggle at that, handing it to him.
āI also partake, but it can make you a little dizzy,ā Satoru says softly, looking over at Suguru. āWe should do this in private, she's already got a couple fan girls and I don't want any drama for her.ā
āFangirls?ā You ask, Suguru tops off your wine then gestures for you to follow them both.
āAs in ā they're jealous of you,ā Suguru answers, leading you up the stairs into his room. āTry not to let that all get to you too much.ā
āI do feel they think I'm stuck up,ā you mumble, heart racing when Satoru's hand rests on the small of your back for a moment, helping you avoid a very drunk partygoer stumbling all around. āThank you.ā
Ā āOf course,ā his touch feels far too good ā but a part of you tries to remember the kisses he got, the glitter on his skin. He is probably someone who doesn't date, and your heart couldn't take anything casual. Even if it's difficult not to react to any touch or look.
āIt'll be quieter in here,ā Suguru looks at you then. āAre you comfortable coming in my room?ā
āYes,ā you murmur. You've heard only good things about Suguru ā a gentleman by even Sukuna's words, and you already feel comfy with Satoru.
Sukuna would kill you if he knew you were gonna smoke a blunt at a party in their room. Something about that mixes you with panic and a little thrill ā you're always such a good girl, a little fun is exciting as it is scary.
āHave a seat,ā Suguru takes the chair, you and Satoru sit at the edge of his bed ā your thighs brushing against each other as Suguru takes the blunt and lights it up, inhaling and tilting his head back a bit. āWhat do you think ā first party and all?ā
āI donāt know if itās really my scene,ā you admit softly, Satoru feels just a little bit of guilt for inviting you, but youāre quickly smiling at him. āIām glad I came, though.ā
āYeah?ā He exhales almost in relief when you nod, smiling a bit, your legs crossing, that cute little skirt slipping up your thighs.
āGood, though Iād suggest being very careful,ā Suguru says, leaning forward and handing you the blunt. āI donāt want Sukuna to lose his shit, but also parties other than ours? Get really rowdy, especially Naoyaās.ā
āOh, is that the blonde guy? Heāsā¦ā
āA dick?ā Satoru finishes, you blush now. āItās okay, we all hate him too, just a hell of a player.ā
āHe was kind of lewd with his⦠he hit on me andā¦ā
āWhat?ā Satoru glares, Suguru clears his throat, standing and holding your hand in his, smiling.
āWant me to show you how?ā You nod, realizing that youāre still holding the burning blunt in your fingers. āPut it to your lips and suck, just enough to fill your mouth ā not so much that you feel sick, all right?ā
āYes,ā with his help you wrap your lips around the blunt, inhaling just a bit, the smoke filling you too thick, you immediately cough. āOh!ā
āYou all right?ā Suguru and Satoru both touch your back carefully, you nod and pass it to Satoru, he takes a big drag of it, filling his lungs ā even that is attractive honestly, your heart is racing just being so close to him.
āWhen did Naoya hit on you?ā Satoru asks, passing the blunt back over to Suguru, blue eyes focusing on you.
āThe other day, ānice ass new girlā and he asked me to come over, got all offended because I didnāt respond⦠I was just too nervous and it made meā¦ā
āSurprised Sukuna hasnāt beat him,ā Suguru says, handing it to you with a frown.
āI didnāt say anything.ā
āIāll say something,ā Satoruās words make you inhale just a little too much of the blunt this time.
Youāre coughing all delicate, even thatās cute, Satoru notices, Suguru curses then when his phone starts going off. āWhat is it, Sugu?ā
āThe same shit as always ā speaking of the little shit, Naoya and Toji are fighting.ā
āAgain?ā
āYep, I gotta go break the shit up before they destroy my place.ā
āFuck,ā Satoru tenses just a bit, seeing you still coughing a little. āNeed me to help?ā
āNah itās fine,ā Suguru leans down a bit. āAre you all right here, love?ā
āYes,ā you clear your throat and smile. āI donāt think I can handle smoking very well.ā
āYou took a hit like a champ,ā he ruffles your hair affectionately, before doing the same to Satoru, making him glare. āIāll see you two downstairs, but wait a bit ā that shit is gonna get rowdy. Just let me know if you need anything, okay? Water, food, a ride ā donāt be shy to ask me or Satoru.ā
āOh,ā you blush at how thoughtful the two men are. āThank you, Suguru.ā
āGood luck with āem,ā Satoru grumbles, Suguru walks out and shuts the door behind him quickly, you faintly hear just a bit of the rowdiness in the huge home Suguru has, muffled once more by the door.
Youāre alone with Satoru Gojo.
āAre you all done, sweetheart?ā He asks, holding the blunt to his lips and inhaling the thick plume of smoke, blowing it upward after holding it in.
āI think I suck at taking hits,ā he smiles and shakes his head, a hand brushing back a little tendril of hair. āItās very new to me.ā
āYou donāt suck at all, here you can⦠I can breathe the smoke in your mouth, itās less that way? But only if youāre okay with it,ā you blush furiously, and he notices.
āWouldnāt that be a kiss?ā
āIt would be a kiss,ā he whispers, leaning closer now, fingertips brushing against your cheek.
āI donāt want to kiss that glitter,ā you glare a little and he laughs, shaking his head and slipping chapstick out of his pocket, swiping it on. āHmm, I donāt know, I think I see a little bit.ā
āI swear I donāt want their glitter on me,ā he pauses, lips parted just a bit, taking your hand in his. āWipe it all off real good, the slutty glitter.ā
You giggle, the smoke and drinks rushing through your system, coming close and swiping the remaining sparkles off his lips, until youāre achingly close, your thigh almost over his on the bed. His hand brushes against it, swallowing nervously as you lean close to him, and the blunt is still in his hands, burning out slowly.
Should you tell him youāve never kissed? What would he think, you in your early twenties and not a single one? A lot of it was Sukuna, but a lot of it was your shyness, the way you didnāt open up to people easily. Yet thinking of kissing those soft lips has butterflies rushing through your tummy, has you so dizzy as he looks into your eyes the way only Satoru Gojo can.
But could you remember that heās not serious like that? Could you just kiss him to do it, when youāre a little hopeless romantic?
āWe donāt have to do anything you donāt want,ā he murmurs then, hand slipping higher, thumb brushing little circles on your thigh, making you soaking wet ā to the point itās embarrassing. His gaze flickers down your body for a brief moment, sighing just a bit. āI didnāt invite you here to get anything like this from you, I get that youāreā¦ā
āWhat, Satoru?ā
He swallows again, leaning closer. āInnocent, sweet, off limits⦠I want you to have some fun but I donāt want you to think thatās what I asked you here for.ā
āWhy did you ask me?ā You ask then, he sighs, nose almost brushing against yours.
āCall me very curious about you, who you are, what makes you tick⦠I am achingly curious about you, pretty little figure skater,ā you blush even more, and he chuckles a bit. āYour cheeks are burning hot.ā
āYou think Iāmā¦ā
āPretty? Yeah,ā his lips press your cheek, feeling the warmth against them, and you ease even more onto his thigh, until he can almost feel your heat. āWho doesnāt think youāre pretty?ā
āI um⦠wanna try theā¦ā
āShotgun?ā
āIt sounds like trouble,ā he laughs softly, bringing the blunt to his lips and looking at you under those white lashes.
āIāll inhale it and blow into your mouth, you keep it in as long as you can, but donāt make yourself dizzy,ā you nod and he tugs you firmly on his lap now, your hands on his shoulders, breath caught at the proximity.
Youāre on Satoru Gojoās lap ā you, top figure skater, achingly close against the top Hockey star.
But right now, youāre just a boy and a girl, and Satoru for all his experience looks very boyish right now, blushing himself as he inhales the smoke, and his hand entangles in your hair. You lean down, your lips against his for the first time, feeling the smoke blow into your mouth in a cloud, his hand snaking around to the small of your back as he blows.
Your first kiss is with Satoru Gojo.
He pulls back and you blow the smoke out, but his eyes are different ā lidded and sultry, his lips parted just so, glossy from your own. He kisses you once more, tugging you even further on him, and your eyes flutter shut, rocking into the sensation of him, getting high off his kisses, when his tongue swipes in, you pause ā pulling back and gasping.
āToo far?ā He murmurs, setting the blunt on the ash tray near the bed, leaning just a bit as you cling to him, you fall just a bit further as he loses his balance, now on his back with you on him.
āIām so sorryā¦ā You whisper, he leans up on his elbows, hands on your thighs, taking them over. āI um⦠it wasnāt too far.ā
āNo, you sure?ā He asks softly, youāre pushed to the center of the bed looking down at him, feeling just how hard he is.
Youāve seen things, read things, but you donāt know whatās real and what is for fiction or for show, suddenly so nervous, but you lean forward and kiss him again, intoxicated from his lips. The cherry chapstick seeps onto your tastebuds, when he flicks his tongue against yours again, moaning.
āI havenāt kissed,ā you whisper, shutting your eyes in embarrassment, Satoruās quiet. āI know, how havenāt I? Itās so⦠em-ā
āItās cute,ā he cuts you off and answers softly, cupping your face with one hand as he sits up. āHey, look at me.ā
You do just that, and suddenly Satoru feels something he canāt place, some sort of protective feeling towards you ā just as much as he wants to corrupt you, have you arch for him, ride his face. Another part wants to make sure youāre sweet like this forever, to not ruin that part of you, the little innocent one thatās looking at him so trusting then.
Was Satoru any good for you? Sukuna was right about one thing, he wasnāt serious about anything but hockey, but how can he not want to show you how to kiss? How can he not want to claim your lips first and drink your sighs, feel the gentle weight of you on his hips, your thighs pressing tightly ā all those years of training he can feel underneath his fingertips.
āYouāre precious,ā he muses out loud, you giggle and shake your head. āWhyād you pick me, for the first kiss? Isnāt that a big deal to you?ā
āYeah it is,ā your words are soft and breathy, he can feel your heat rushing against his cock, the one aching to slam inside you ā but he can hold himself back, he has to hold it all down. āIt feels right to kiss you, is that really odd to say? Am I sounding high already?ā
He laughs softly, shaking his head and letting his lips brush against the tip of your nose. āNo sweetheart, I think if you feel something you should be able to say it to me. Do you want me to show you how to kiss?ā
āCould you?ā You ask carefully, biting on your lip and drawing his attention to it. āI am afraid I wonāt be very good at it likeā¦ā
āYeah no need to compare yourself,ā he already knows youāre beyond those girls ā he should feel bad that he suddenly doesnāt care about the fun he had with them, maybe he will later.
Right now he just wants to kiss every inch of your cute little body ā but for this very moment, he leaves it to your lips, pressing again and sighing, precum leaking and making his cock stick to his boxers. You exhale and lean into the kiss, rocking your hips and then pausing.
āI donāt know why theyāre doing that,ā he laughs softly, drunk off just the way youāre looking up at him.
āDancing like earlier,ā he whispers, hands coming to rest on them, his thumbs pressing against your pelvis and feeling you rock once more. āDoes it feel good?ā
āToo good,ā you pause your hips with a shaky breath. Satoru looking at you like this, kissing you like this? How badly could it hurt you, if you fall the way you think you already are? āUm how do I⦠your tongue⦠Iāve only seen people do it.ā
āAh, you just move it along till we find a rhythm,ā he kisses you again, tongue slipping in your mouth, tilting his head as his snowy lashes flutter shut, tickling your cheeks, theyāre so long. āTry to move it.ā
āOkay,ā you tentatively move your tongue against his, matching the movements ā his tongue is long compared to your little pink one, taking your mouth over like heās drinking you. āMmmā¦ā
It's awkward at first when you try, going too fast, too slow, like a routing where youāre just learning the movements, but Satoru is patient, he doesnāt push it, pulling back and laughing softly, pressing kisses on the corners of your lips. He guides you, his tongue stroking yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm that takes your breath.
Youāre mad that anyone ever kissed Satoru ā and you know thatās toxic, you know itās insanity when you both arenāt together, but you feel it anyway, as your hips start moving again, grinding against his cock which just keeps thickening. You can feel every inch of him through the thin fabric of your panties, already soaked, dripping onto his dark blue jeans.
Satoru groans into your mouth, his hands tightening on your hips bruisingly, pulling back to gasp for a breath, his pupils blown out. "Fuckā¦ā
āGood? Bad?ā He laughs and shakes his head.
āLittle too good,ā he winces when you move again, knowing heās going to be aching when you leave, gonna have to jerk his cock to you.
Not like he hasnāt already.
Several times.
āYouāre a natural at it,ā he murmurs, kissing your chin, down your jaw, your lashes flutter shut when his lips touch the nape of your neck, making you cry out ā this sexy sound that fucking ruins him. āYou sound like that from a kiss on the neck?ā
āMnh,ā you whine out again, his lips burning hot on your skin, like heās kissing little memories all over them, your hands entangle in his white locks, soft and fluffy in your touch, his hand slipping up to grip a breast. āAh!ā
āYou have no idea what you're doing to me sweetheart,ā heās damn near babbling, so lost in your natural sensuality, you donāt even realize the chokehold you have him in with every breath. The weight of your pretty tit feels perfect in his palm, thumb brushing a circle around your nipple as he teeth nip your ear. āWonder how you sound if I kiss you here, and here, and hereā¦.ā
Satoruās lips trail down, your bare shoulder, his other hand slides up your back, underneath that top, his long, calloused fingers tracing patterns on your skin. You arch into his touch, your nipple so sensitive, youāre getting dizzy from him, head falling to the side for more of his hungry kisses, the flicks of his tongue, the scraping of his teeth.
āSatoruā¦ā
āGod,ā he murmurs your name before he finds your lips, searing a kiss right on your mouth once more, until the both of you canāt breathe. āDo you want me to make you cum?ā
āM-make meā¦ā
āYou donāt have to touch me,ā he whispers, hands slipping back down to your thighs, eyeing the slick thatās dripping down them. āYouāre soaked, baby.ā
Baby.
Fuck.
Youāre so dizzy now, it canāt just be Satoru ā not when the room is starting to whir, and you gasp out, pausing with your nails pressing into his shoulders, Satoru looks up at you now, brows drawn together. āHey, are you all right sweetheart?ā
"Everything's... spinning a little,ā you whisper, his hands are on your face instantly, his expression shifting from heady desire to worry immediately.
"Hey, look at me, Iām right here, yeah? Am I spinning too?ā
You try to focus on his pretty blue eyes, but they even seem to be swirling. "Yeah, just... maybe the blunt? Or wine? I feel a little dizzy."
His thumb is stroking your cheek gently in little circles, as he takes a breath, willing his cock to go so he can focus on making sure that youāre all right. "Okay, that's enough for tonight, yeah?ā
āOh but I⦠wanted toā¦ā
Satoru smirks now, easing you off his lap, little gossamer strands of slick pulling and dissolving from your panties to his cock where youāre connected. When you see the mess you made and cover your face, horrified, Satoru just looks at you curiously, brushing back your hair.
āWhatās wrong?ā
āIām so sorry, oh god,ā he looks down at the wet patch you left and grins, a devious little grin then.
āThat?ā He uses his thumb to brush the slick you left, glistening with an embarrassing amount of your arousal.
āDonāt make it worse! Itās already ā ah⦠hah youāre⦠umā¦ā You canāt speak when he sucks your arousal off his fingertip, lips wrapping around it, moaning and shutting his eyes as his cheeks hollow.
Heās tasting your cunt right off his pants.
āFuck,ā heās looking right at you again, lids heavy like heās as fucked up as you are on him. āYouāre so sweet.ā
āI am?ā He laughs again softly, nodding. āYou tasted me?ā
āMhm.ā
āCan I taste you?ā
āDear god,ā you blush now as he groans, laying back on the bed for a moment and covering his eyes. āYou canāt say that, looking all pretty and fucked out already, Iām trying to do the right thing.ā
āI just thought if you taste me āā
āCome here,ā he tugs you down for one more kiss, you land on his chest and he tilts your chin, exhaling, his breath tickling your lips. āAnother time maybe, yeah? Driving me insane.ā
āAm I?ā Youāre so fucking cute you clearly donāt know you have Satoru Gojo of all people about to cum in his damn pants.Ā
āVery,ā his hand runs down your arm carefully. āLemme take you home.ā
āYouāve been drinking though?ā
āI donāt drive,ā you blink curiously and Satoru chuckles. āDriver, he takes me wherever. I can take you home and head to my place.ā
āIs it out of the way?ā
āNot at all, youāre staying with Sukuna, yeah?ā
āFor a bit, till I get my own place out here yeah,ā he nods and soon heās fixing your outfit so no one could tell youād had it scrunched up, tugged down.
āDid you eat today?ā
āUh,ā you frown when you all step into the cool air after leaving the party and saying good bye to Suguru. āI think I ate a string cheese.ā
āWhat now?ā He frowns at you. āAnd you trained?ā
āI ate some cereal this morning!ā
āNo wonder youāre dizzy, your girl dinner shit,ā you laugh at that, stepping into the back of the car with him. āYou have to eat if you drink, and you really should eat with how much you train.ā
āI kind of forgot,ā you admit softly, fiddling with your skirt, youāre so close to him in the backseat, and you can feel those butterflies all over again. āSo those girls⦠theyāre not your girlfriends?ā
āNo sweetheart, and no deflecting from the fact Iām getting you food,ā he leans forward and pulls aside the partition, telling him where to go.
āDo you um⦠date, Satoru?ā
āI um,ā he rubs the back of his neck now, sighing. āNot really, but it doesnāt mean I wouldn't, I just⦠havenāt.ā
āSame I havenāt either,ā he smiles softly at you. āThough I didnāt have fun quite like you.ā
āThatās okay, no need to be a slut like me,ā you giggle and the sound is so cute he thinks heād like to hear it every damn day. āHow about if you eat really good all week for me, we sneak a date next weekend? It will be a first for us both.ā
āA date?ā Youāre a blushing mess now, his own heart is racing.
Satoru hasnāt gone on a date ā heās fucked so many women, heās had drinks, gone to their place, had them over. Small talk, not just sex, aftercare of course, but heās never just gone out. Where would he take you, what did you like? And most importantly, how the fuck could he not let Sukuna know?
Heās a walking dead man if he knew his niece had her cunt soaking Satoruās clothed cock tonight.
āA date, Iād like it,ā you frown a bit then. āBut Uncle Kunaā¦ā
āYeah, weāll have to be pretty discreet,ā he mumbles, you two stop and he orders you both food out the window quickly. āI think heāll kill me if he knows we take one.ā
āHe will,ā you sigh and take the fry he hands you, nibbling it from his fingers. āOh I never get fast food! Sukunaās always making healthy, protein-filled blah blah.ā
āThatās good but for the weed munchies? Greasy fries,ā youāre giggle as he feeds you carefully, and Satoru doesnāt know how the fuck heāll not take every bit of time you want to give him.
He wishes he felt bad that youāre Sukunaās niece.
He really doesnāt though, not when youāre taking a little bite of a burger and heās dabbing your lips, smirking at you. āYouāre stoned, baby.ā
āShit, I am,ā you sigh and shake your head, sipping on the coke now. āI donāt think Iāll smoke again.ā
āThatās probably a good idea, especially if youāre not used to it,ā he sips from the same drink, lips wrapping the straw, you swipe a little drop off his lips, making him pause. āDangerous, sweetheart.ā
āDangerous, hmm?ā
āVery,ā he sets down the food and cups your face, kissing your lips, sighing. āNot much is stopping me from having you cum on my fingers tonight aside from you being dizzy.ā
āOh? Oh,ā your mind is flitted with filthy images as the car stops.
āAnd Sukuna killing me, but I think itād be worth it to hear you moan,ā you bite down on your lower lip, earning his frustrated little moan, tugging it from the grip and kissing you once more. āGet some rest, yeah? No date if I catch you calling a string cheese a meal.ā
āYes, sir,ā your words about fuck him up more, sneaking one little kiss and smiling. āTonight was so much fun, Satoru, thank you.ā
āDonāt thank me,ā he shouldnāt be thanked when he wants to drag you right back on his lap. āGood night sweetheart.ā
āGood night.ā
Youāre all giggling and blushing when you walk inside ā just for Sukuna and Yuuji to be sitting at the dining room table, both looking at you. Yuuji, with worry, Sukuna is fucking scowling at you.
āUh, Yuuji, you are here! Yay!ā
āYeah I flew in tonight,ā you rush over and hug him, and get a little dizzy once more, he frowns, leaning back and looking at you. āAre you all right?ā He whispers, as if Sukuna wonāt hear.
āSheās drunk, are you drunk young lady!?ā
āNo sir!ā You stiffen up and he snorts, rolling his ruby red eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
āAre you lying, brat?ā
āYes sir,ā you mumble now, shoulders falling just a bit. āI only had two glasses of wine, Iām just a lightweight.ā
āWine at that party?ā
āHowād you know?ā
āSo you did!ā
āUgh,ā you go over to the fridge and grab a cold water, downing it in greedy gulps, for your uncle to scoff. āWhat?ā
āYouāre stoned too?ā
āHow do you know!?āĀ
āOkay ā Iām gonna sleep guys, aha,ā Yuuji waves and rushes off, leaving you to the wolves, Sukuna walks right up to you, grabbing the water.
āUncle Kunaā¦ā
āDonāt Uncle Kuna me and bat your lashes,ā his jaw tenses, filling your water with electrolyte powder. āI wonāt have you hungover tomorrow.ā
āOh,ā he shakes it up then hands it back, you take it gratefully, pouting and looking at the bottle. āI am sorry I went to the party, just Iāve never been to one, and I wanted so badly to see what it was all about.ā
āAnd did you enjoy it?ā You smile now, and he scowls again. āLet me guess ā Satoru Gojo invited you.ā
āNo!ā Sukuna raises a brow, making you roll your eyes. āI hung out with him and Suguru, but they were very polite.ā
āUh huh Iām sure, I swear if they harm a hair on your headāā
āIām not a baby,ā your words hit then, he frowns and looks away, making you sigh, shutting your eyes and hugging the big man tightly. āUncle Kuna, I know you just care.ā
āI have to take care of you kids,ā you nod and swallow down emotions, as he pats your back. āYouāre still a baby, you just think youāre grown.ā
āSays such an āold wise manā.ā
āI am.ā
āYouāre not much older than me,ā he frowns and ruffles your hair.
āYou smell like loud ass blueberry weed, I know that was fucking Choso, Iāll beat him too.ā
āNo you wonāt,ā you glare and he just tugs you tighter, squeezing you to death in his form of affection. āI wonāt smoke again, but can I get credit for being twenty-two before I did?ā
āNo you canāt,ā youāre unceremoniously shoved off him now. āGet your ass to bed, I will not let you sleep in, you have that new trainer.ā
āAll right, fineā¦ā You kiss his cheek and he hides his smile, before he thinks of how heāll kill Satoru tomorrow.
You lay in your bed and giggle, taking your phone out to see Satoru has texted you good night, you text him back with a little heart.
A date with Satoru Gojo.
The Satoru Gojo who couldnāt wait to get home, the moment he does heās leaned against the door, heās got his cock in his hand, spitting on it and moaning out, stroking it up and down in filthy motions,Ā is picturing you. His thumb smears the precum drooling on his pretty blush tip, making him jerk, as texts from others go unnoticed, ignored ā instead looking at the cute little heart you sent.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he whispers to nothing, his eyes squeezed shut, imagining if he did get to make you cum for the first time. God, imagine getting to have his mouth on you, to taste your cunt from the source, make you shake, tremble ā fall apart on his tongue.
His grip tightens, his hips thrusting up into his slick palm, heās embarrassingly close in a few strokes ā whatever the fuck youāre doing to him, cum pulsing in white ropes, spilling down his palm, wondering if youāre touching yourself. You probably would need him to show you how, just that thought makes his cock twitch, has him whimpering as he lays his head back.
Fuck.
He wishes Sukunaās threats would be some sort of deterrent, but as heās looking you up like a batshit crazy psycho, not sleeping when he has practice in the morning, he knows he really doesnāt fucking care. When heās jerking it again to your pretty little professional ice skater photos⦠Well, Satoru Gojo might just be obsessed with Sukunaās niece.
He may be a walking ā or jerking ā dead man.
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you had no idea what you did to megumi. you didnāt know you made his cock twitch when he thought about your stupid sex jokes, or the way he grind against his pillow at night wishing it was you underneath him.
you didnāt see him as a pure virgin, but you wouldnāt ever have the thought of the fact he loves stroking his dick thinking about you. he didnāt seem like he touched himself at all; just waited to be given an orgasm by someone else.
it was every night. every night, heād think about your pretty face and those tits that sat on your chest. heād thought about the time it was cold and your nipples were poking through your shirt.
āI wanna touch her boobs so badā¦ā a desperate mumble came from his lips, something heād never thought heād say, but he also never thought he would be masturbating to the thought of your perky nipples.
it was all he thought about for over an hour as he stroked his cock and edged himself until he couldnāt edge anymore.
you had complimented his hair once. multiple times, actually, but it was this one specific time when you said you liked how it looked pushed back. your fingers had ran through his scalp, palm gliding across his strands so his hair wasnāt in his face anymore, proving your point.
even though he had grumbled and told you to stop touching his hair, he laid in bed that night pounding his dick with his hand, imagining it was that same hand that was gentle with his hair.
his other hand had been pushing hair away from his face so he could look at the pre-cum desperate to come out his tip but also mainly because of what you said; you liked how it looked pushed back. all he could do was replace his hands with yours in his head until his sticky cum spewed from his choked dick.
megumiās good with secrets. he would never tell anyone the things he did, especially not the fact he did those things to the beautiful image of youāand heās sure of himself he wonāt ever let that information slip out and get to you.
Hi!! I saw you wanted to write for Naoya, may I request some trophy wife/breeding kink?
This request is so old I'm thinking I'm gonna start going through my old reqs but I'm starting with this one because I am beyond feral about Naoya lately!!
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, vaginal penetration, breeding kink, mirror sex, naoya is a warning lbr, calls us 'darling, good girl, princess, woman', use of 'daddy', degredation, dumbification, maybe choking if u squint, lmk if I missed any!
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You had once been nameless to him, to your Naoya.
But now, barely a year later, you share his name.
He knew you had to be his the moment he set his eyes on you. It was a mere coincidence that he had business to attend in the building you worked in. It was a mere coincidence that you got in the elevator at the same time as he was riding it. And it was a mere coincidence that you were accompanied by a snivelling, long-forgotten acquaintance he hadnāt thought about for years.
A pathetic excuse of a man who he instantly noted had a crush on you.
He re-familiarised himself with this man, for you. He found his contact information and met him for coffee. He pretended to listen to him ramble about the old days and other drivel he thought would be of any interest to Naoya.
His drink started to cool; the lukewarm temperature of his coffee made him realise enough time had been wasted. His posture changed, his friendlier demeanour dropped as he leaned forward. He placed his phone on the table, unlocked, with the phone screen open and ready to be typed into. His acquaintance looked with an amalgamation of confusion and concern, his eyes dating between Naoyaās and his phone.
āIād like you to give me the number of that colleague of yours we rode the elevator with.ā he said, plainly. He scoffed out a laugh immediately as he saw the manās panic rise at the threat of competition. As if he would actually stand a chance with you. āYou know who Iām referring to, yeah? Big tits, perfect ass. Give me her number.ā
āN-No,ā he shook his head. āI mean, I donāt have it. So, I canāt, Iām sorry.ā he responded, pulling his lips into a thin line as he chewed his own nerves.
āIs that so?ā Naoya spoke, standing to his feet. āThat is unfortunate, it seems Iāve wasted my precious time on you. Thankfully I remember you both work on floor twelve so I can get it myself. Iāll be seeing you, then.ā
āWait!ā he grabbed Naoyaās arm to stop him, quickly letting go and Naoyaās eyes looked down at it. āL-Listen. Iām sure a guy like you can have any girl you want. But me ān her have something special! P-Please leave her be.ā
Naoya smirked, at that, dusting off his arm where the manās hand had been. He turned to face him dead on, looking down with contempt and disdain as a myriad of insulting sentences and degrading words flew through his mind.
āI canāt tell if you actually believe that or not. She is a woman of a certain calibre made for a specific kind of man. She is made to belong to a man like me.ā
āBelong?ā
āYes, belong. Women are made for men. They are made to be dressed, displayed, fucked, and bred. You donāt understand that and so you will never succeed if you and competing with a man like me. I sympathise; I do.ā he said as he pulled out his wallet and threw down a few bills on the table. āAnd I suggest you donāt interfere, Iām quite friendly with your boss.ā
All the man could do is watch that shit-eating smirk sprawl across Naoyaās features before he took his leave. His heart was racing and his blood boiled. He couldnāt afford to get fired.
He couldnāt afford to warn you.
Naoya is the kind of man who likes to show off his achievements, and you are no exception. You are his favourite investment. A beautiful woman on his arm with a ring on her finger is the highest form of currency at any event he attends. The dresses he buys that accentuate your soft breasts and plump ass are worth every penny. Expensive earrings and necklaces are displayed so beautifully and paint a picture of how much you are worth; how much he is worth, and how easily he can splash his cash around.
You didnāt know you were the type of woman to be allured by money until you met him. He found you at the perfect time, hating your job and struggling to make ends meet. The money isnāt what attracted you to him, it was his looks. It isnāt any less superficial, really, but a handsome new face in your workplace was a breath of fresh air. He knew how to flirt, he was charismatic and you found yourself stalling the conversation to prevent him from leaving. Your fingers let off steam as you typed your number in his phone, and you were left waiting with bated breath to see when heād make contact.
But youāre his wife, now. And you havenāt quite noticed that, to him, you are a possession. You only rank higher than his luxury cars and designer watches because of your body. He loves every inch of you, thinking about your cleavage in tight tops or your ass in a clingy skirt makes him rock fucking hard.
Thereās no denying your body drives him wild. But thereās something missing, something you donāt have.
And still, thereās no time wasted when he gets that way. Whether heās in his office at work or at home with you, he seeks instant relief and gratification. Heāll play with himself at his desk, video calling you and ordering you to strip and talk dirty to him as his fist becomes a blur.
The more likely outcome, however, is him having his wicked way with you as he is now. Youād been so perfect, his perfect girl. So well trained when speaking to guests at your party. You conversed with wealthy men who ogled you more shamelessly than your own husband does. You werenāt drinking, not alcohol. Never alcohol. A glass of sparkling water with a fat lemon wedge that Naoya must remember to scold the help for. Itās hideous and he almost couldnāt take his eyes off it. Your drink was chilled with ice, and that is what broke him away from his anger regarding the lemon.
With a delicate sip, the water still somehow spilled from the corner of your lips. It was too quick for you to dab away undetected, rolling rapidly from your mouth and down your neck. It slid perfectly to the roundness of your pushed-up tits, much to the delight of every man in your proximity. You apologised immediately for your unsightliness, like the good girl Naoya expects you to be.
But in actuality, he didnāt mind. No one minded. The sensuality of one little droplet stirred so deliciously with your innocent obliviousness was more erotic than any porn.
āExcuse us, gentlemen. Iāll get my wife cleaned up.ā he told them, āCome with me, darling.ā he said, already leading you away.
His definition of ācleaning you upā turned out to be him fucking desperately into you in front of your wall to ceiling mirrors.
All he could manage was pulling his cock out, he simply didnāt have time to undress. He almost didnāt have time to undress you either, but thereās more of you he wanted to see.
Your skirt rests around your waist, and all he felt necessary to do was yank down your top enough to expose your breasts. Heās noisy, your Naoya, and youāre sure he gets off to the sight of you and what he does to you more than what heās actually doing to you.
His large hand holds your jaw from behind so you can see what heās seeing. The way your tits bounce and jiggle with every pummel of his hips. The way his cock disappears in and out of your spread cunt while your thighs ripple with each eager fuck. His cock glistens and shines with your goodness, coated with the wetness given to him as he bullies himself inside of your plush, velveteen walls.
āNaoyaā N-Naoya! Our guests!ā you remind him, doing all you can to hold yourself up amid the onslaught of fucks. Nothing else matters to him, not more than this. And truthfully, you couldnāt care less either. But youād be remiss to not attempt to seem responsible.
āFuck, donāt.ā he speaks as his teeth grit. A hand moves from your hip to rest on the mirror and he almost mounts you even while standing.
Youāre so small, beneath him, gasping for air as his hand moves from your chin to your throat. He begins to leave tell-tale smudges on the pristine mirror that the maids can gossip about later.
āFuuuuck baby, gāna send you back out there with no panties on,ā he all but growls in your ear. You giggle slightly, at that. But he canāt. He wouldnāt. He couldnāt.
āN-Nuh-uh, everyone wouldāā
āNuh-uh? Gone dumb already, princess? Yuh-huh. Donāt say no to me, remember? Good girls donāt say no.ā he carries on talking right in your ear. He chuckles as you clench, his words rushing straight to your heat and you somehow douse his length further. āLike it when daddy talks to you, huh? Want daddy to talk you through it?ā he says, itās mocking but he means it. You feel like your heartbeat is in your tongue and youāre gasping for a breath.
That was new.
āDaddy? D-Daddy?ā
āYeaaaah, daddy.ā he smirks.
His brows knot together as his thrusts become heavier and his balls begin to slap against your ass. Theyāre heavy, so heavy and full and heās close. You can almost feel his heartbeat as his body rests against your back. Each thump of his heart feels like a punch between your shoulder blades and itās a sensation you could get addicted to.
Your tits, your thighs, your ass. Heās in love with your body and your softest parts but they all pale in comparison to his favourite thing in the world. Something that makes him harder than anything in the fucking world, and itās something you donāt have.
āEveryoneās gonna see my cum leaking out of you when you go back to that party,ā he tells you, looking at you directly in the mirror as he speaks. He holds your chin again, forcing you to look at him, and you donāt dare close your eyes. āAnd in a few months, w-when your belly swells with me, everyone who was here will remember this way the day that I fucked you full.ā
āOhmygod,ā you gasp, eyes rolling back as the salaciousness of his words makes your heart skip a beat. āYou want a baby?ā you ask, your body too tired to express true surprise.
āNo⦠baby,ā he starts, moving closer to the mirror so that your tits squish against the cool glass. His eyes darken, angling his head to nibble on your ear as his hips slow slightly. āI want an heir.ā
Heās not looking at you in the mirror anymore. Heās looking at you. Your hair that had been so perfectly in place minutes prior now fucked into stray strands. Beads of sweat traversing from your hairline down your neck and the way your pulse throbs with each earnest breath.
His hand flies down to rub your clit after you hear his confession. The words, for some reason, had brought you closer than ever to your looming demise. Heās lost all semblance of control, he almost doesnāt want this encounter to end and yet he knows it must. He rails into you with a deliverance that is sure to bruise your thighs, a sight that is more exquisite than a priceless painting. It is art made by him that youāre sure to thank him for.
He moans louder as he imagines the sight of you on the bed, purple blooming bruises formed on the backs of your legs as you lie with your head in the pillows and ass in the air. His pretty painting leaking with his seed, what a sight it would be. He spills himself inside of you at the very idea of it before he remembers once again that heās in the moment, now. Heās fucking you, now.
Heās rubbing your clit until you start to cum.
āCum, now.ā he orders.
And you do, so divinely. Your knees buckle in and he doesnāt stop rubbing you despite your whimpers and protests.
āDonāt run from it, donāt you dare run from it, woman,ā he warns you. āGiving you my kid, need you to take it all.ā
He wraps an arms around your ribs and below your breasts and it genuinely feels like heās taken your lungs in his hands and heās squeezing with all his might. You canāt run, even if you tried. Your whole-body trembles in his hold and your brain feels robbed of oxygen as you feel spurt after spurt of his hot white injection infiltrating your insides.
āMmmmpf, Naoya,ā you hum contently. āSāfull⦠hope that made you a daddy.ā
āIf it didnāt⦠weāre gonna have to keep going ātil it takes.ā
šš AgedUp!Megumi ties you up with his shadows for Valentineās Day
ā”short story from my Valentines post
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Megumi has always been gentle with you when it came to sex. He doesnāt really see any joy in hurting you, even if you already told him about a hundred times you would be okay with it. But today is Valentineās Day, and for once Megumi is actually nervous. Heās never had a girlfriend before⦠so he isnāt quite sure if he should take you out, watch a movie with you, or just hang together. He even asked Yuji and Nobara for some advice, but their answers made it clear that they donāt know you as well as he does. So when he finally asked you what you wanted to do on this special day, all you said was, āā¦hmm, how about you finally fuck me like you mean it?ā
He was stunned, had to process this information for quite a while. His fantasies about you are quite basic, but he still hasnāt taken you like he actually wants to yet. He just doesnāt want to hurt you.
Youāre breathing heavily under Megumi on his bed. Both of your clothes already stripped away and foreplay already done. āI have thought about what you said. Uhmm letās do itā he whispers into your ear while his hand trails up your thigh. You kiss him softly and nod happily. He sits on his heels between your legs and looks down at you.
āSo, umm⦠I have thought about it. I think about tying you up in my fantasies. With⦠my shadows.ā That was really hard to say out loud. You stare at him with wide eyes. Tied up? By his shadows? While he fucks you however he wants to? āFuck Megumi I want itā you breathe out with excitement.
He gives you a soft smile before you can feel a weight slithering around your inner knees, your feet, shoulders, and wrists. Thin, dark-looking shadows ropes pinning you down in mating press in front of him. He strokes his cock a few times, looking down and burning the image into his mind. Fuck, maybe he shouldāve done this earlier. You look so vulnerable like this, completely trusting him at this moment, and that turns Megumi on so much.
He lines up his cock at your entrance and slowly pushes inside. You let out a soft whimper at his thick cock stretching you out. Heās breathing shakily, still canāt get over the feeling of a pussy around him. Pink tip hitting your cervix, he looks down at you for a sign that he can start. A soft smile forms on your plump lips, and he starts to move. Slow at first, but then getting faster and harder. You try your best to suppress the noises that you make, still a little shy. But your boyfriend is so far gone into fucking that he whispers, āYou donāt- hah-need to hide your beautiful noises love.ā You can feel your walls pulsating at him being so into it.
You donāt hide your desperate and filthy moans anymore. The room fills with sounds of whimpers and skin slapping against skin. His tip nudging your velvety walls at an animalistic pace while you are still pinned down and unable to even move an inch. You feel so exposed in this position, which makes you even more excited. You can feel Megumiās thrusts faltering, which means heās close. And you are too. He cups your face and places kisses onto your chin and the corner of your mouth instead of actually kissing the spot he wanted to. āHah-hah fuck,fuck, Iām⦠nghā¦yes Iām comāā and he groans. Heās hitting your cervix with every rope of cum shooting out of his sensitive tip, which makes you come as well. Maybe itās not at the same time, but sex is rarely perfect like that.
He lets his body crash on top of yours, and you can feel the grip of his shadows disappearing. You stretch your legs and hug him tightly. He showers you with kisses before admitting that he thinks you guys should do this more often.