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Sweet Temptation | (Bodyguard Satoru x Reader)

The car ride back home is painfully silent.

No teasing remarks. No sarcastic comments. Not that cocky smirk in sight—the one that always makes your cheeks flush and your heart pick up its pace. Nothing but the steady hum of the engine.

You shift in your seat and steal a glance at Satoru. The moment you do, you know you've messed up.

The passing streetlights catch the tight set of his jaw; his grip on the steering wheel is firm, knuckles stark against the dark leather, and those gorgeous blue eyes remain fixed on the dark road ahead.

After all, you deserve this.

You lied to him. Told him you were going to bed early. Then, once the mansion had gone quiet, you slipped through your bedroom window and snuck off to a club with your girls.

Not even an hour into the party, Satoru was already there. The next thing you knew, he was dragging you out with him.

You can't exactly blame him for being mad.

You're no ordinary girl. You're a politician's daughter, and your father's enemies are always lurking, waiting for any chance to strike. They know you're his weakness—the only daughter he has, raised in luxury and showered with love.

That's why he hired Satoru, one of the strongest sorcerer, to be your personal bodyguard, and from day one, he earned your father's trust

Eventually, you decide to break the silence.

You're not used to Satoru being this quiet, and you absolutely hate everything about it.

You clear your throat and shift in your seat to face him.

"Satoru?"

"........"

"You mad?"

".........."

"Oh, come onnnnn."

You groan softly.

Still no response from him. Not even a glance in your direction.

You pout, your ultimate move for getting what you want. It always works on him.

But not tonight.

He only spares you a brief glance before focusing back on the road. Still, you don't give up. You reach out and poke his cheek, but one glare from him is enough to have you snatching your hand back.

You slump back into the passenger seat and let out a dramatic sigh.

You want him to talk to you so badly. You want those eyes on you. You're desperate for his attention, and he's not giving it to you.

So you do what you have to do.

Turning in your seat, you lift one leg, your heel catching the glow of the passing streetlights. This time, instead of reaching out with your hand, you slowly trail it over one muscular thigh.

Satoru's knuckles whiten as he clenches the steering wheel, his grip betraying his growing tension. You bite your lower lip, a smirk playing on your mouth as you notice his reaction. you decide to push his buttons to see how long it takes to make him crack

Slowly, you slide your heel up his inner thigh, the tip of your shoe brushing against the fabric of his pants. Satoru's breath hitches as he watches your leg move, and just as you're about to make contact, his large, warm hand wraps around your ankle, his thumb pressing lightly against your skin, sending a shiver up your leg.

"Behave," he says, giving you a stern look, but he doesn't let go of your leg. He knows you'll pull something like that again, so he keeps your leg right on his lap, his thumb brushing slowly against your smooth skin.

Just when he thinks you're finally going to behave, you're pulling your short silk dress up.

Satoru's eyes widen in shock, but you don't stop. Oh no, you're not done yet. You lift your hips, sliding your lace panties off and discarding them onto the floor of the car.

His breath hitches, and he quickly turns his gaze back to the road, trying – and failing – to focus on driving. His heart pounds against his chest, and his grip on your ankle tightens, his thumb pressing into your skin as he repeats to himself, She's just messing with me. She's just messing with me.

Meanwhile, you're enjoying every second of this. You love how he's trying to maintain his professional demeanour, but his grip on your ankle betrays his true feelings. It only encourages you to push him further.

So, you reach for the hem of your dress and pull it off entirely, the cool air kissing your heated skin. Now you're fully exposed in the passenger seat, your legs spread wide, your nipples hard and aching. Your gaze remains fixed on him as your hands begin to explore your body. You bite your lower lip, one hand cupping your breast, your thumb brushing over your peaked nipple. The other hand travels down your stomach, slipping between your legs, and you gasp, throwing your head back against the window as your fingers brush against your dripping cunt.

Satoru is fighting a losing battle in the driver's seat. He's acutely aware of every movement you make – how could he not, with you right next to him, exposed and touching yourself. He can't resist stealing a glance, and when he does... dear god, you're a sight to behold. Your legs are spread wide, your inner thighs glistening with your arousal. Your head is thrown back against the window, your eyes closed, lost in your own pleasure.

Satoru squeezes his eyes shut, begging for self-control he's always been proud of. But here it is, slipping away again, just like it does every time he's with you. You're his downfall, his weakness, his undoing. Every touch, every look, every sound you make eats away at his control.

He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at you, but you're already looking at him, and the moment your eyes meet those intense blue ones, you whimper, "Toru-mm." The second he hears his name, the nickname you've been calling him for months, it sends a jolt through him, imagining how it will sound when you're breathless beneath him as he fucks you senseless.

Without a second thought, he steered the car into a more secluded corner, killed the engine, and unbuckled his seatbelt. Reaching over the console, he lifted you up and pulled you onto his lap. He didn't give you time to process, crashing his mouth onto yours, professionalism be damned.

When your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer, Satoru let out a filthy groan into the kiss, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw so he could deepen it.

Satoru bites your bottom lip, and you gasp, but he takes advantage, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You feel it then – his hardness pressing against your inner thigh. You smirk into the kiss and angle your hips, grinding against him. Your wetness leaves a damp stain on his black trousers.

"Fuck," Satoru growls, his hands gripping your hips. He can feel your heat seeping through the fabric of his pants, can feel how wet you are.

He breaks the kiss to whisper against your cheek. "Brat."

You grin and drag your lips to his jaw, biting it before whispering back, "Don't act like you're not dying to fuck me."

Satoru's lips curl into a smirk. "Get in the backseat."

You obey instantly, climbing off his lap and crawling into the backseat. Satoru's blue gaze follows you, lingering on your back and your ass.

He bites his bottom lip and crawls in after you. You settle back against the leather seat, watching as he looms over you, his gaze intense as he begins to undress. His suit jacket falls onto the car floor, followed by his shirt, each button popping open to reveal the muscular, lean body beneath. Your thighs clench tightly as you watch, hunger evident in your eyes. Satoru sees it, and god, he loves it.

He reached out to grip your hands, so soft and small compared to his.

He guides your hand from his chest to his abs, stopping when he reaches his trousers.

"Go ahead, sweetheart."

You didn't wait – you unbuckled him, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. The sight of him has you grinding your pussy against the leather seat beneath you.

His cock is enormous, the thick shaft veined and pulsing, and a light tuft of white hair framed its thick base, precum already glistening at its tip.

Satoru leans down, his lips pressed against your shoulder, fingers trailing down your stomach. "I've had enough of your teasing," he growls. "Now you'll take what I'm going to give you, like the little desperate slut you are, understand?"

You nod, your gaze never leaving his as you slowly wet your lips.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

Time has lost all meaning as you and Satoru become lost in each other. His cock slams into you, each thrust filling you completely, hitting every right spot and making your mind go blank. Your moans and his groans fill the car, a symphony of pleasure. You orgasm after orgasm, your body writhing, but you never want him to stop. Your eyes roll back, lost in the sensation, as he continues to pound into you, his praise a constant stream in your ear.

"Mmm, Satoru... please, don't stop... don't stop..." you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper, as he trailed kisses down your neck, lingering on the marks he'd left earlier.

"Shhh, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin, "I know it feels good..." His thumb found your clit, circling and rolling it with expert precision, applying just the right amount of pressure to draw out a sixth orgasm. You gasped, your back arching off the leather seat as waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Satoru chuckled softly, his lips curving into a smug smile against your throat. "Are you going to come again, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I know you can... You look so fucking beautiful when you come."

"Yes... yes, Satoru..." you managed to gasp out, your fingers tangling in his hair as he hit that perfect spot inside you. Your hips bucked, and you could feel the pressure building, your inner walls clenching around his cock. The sensation of your body gripping him sent a growl rumbling through Satoru's chest, vibrating against your neck.

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, as he chased his own release, driven on by the sight and sound of your pleasure. "That's it, baby... come for me," he rasped, his voice tight with restraint. "Let me feel you come all over my cock..."

He doubled down, his thrusts going harder, skin slapping against skin. "Oh-oh, Satoru! Gonna come, gonna come! Fuck!"

Your orgasm rips through you, and as your walls clench around him, Satoru lets out a guttural groan, spilling his hot seed inside you. He collapses on top of you, his body spent, as you both struggle to catch your breaths, chests heaving.

Satoru lifts his head and presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," he murmurs. "You have no idea what I felt when I couldn't find you in your room."

Huh?

Oh, right. You'd almost forgotten what this was all about.

"Aww, were you worried about me?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You don't even know," he mutters, pressing a kiss to your forehead this time.

A grin spreads across your face.

"Should I do it again? If it means getting to see you that mad?" you tease. "You look so hot when you're angry."

"Shut up," he groans, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss.

It's clearly meant to silence you, but the smile tugging at his mouth gives him away. You can feel it against your lips, and it only makes you grin harder.

Yep.

You're definitely doing it again.

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AN: This fic might not be my best since I’m writing after a long break and still trying to improve. I’ve been feeling a bit down lately, so I didn’t really feel like writing for a while… but I’m back now, and I’m really excited to share more fics I have in store.

hope you enjoyed Bodyguard Satoru 💗!!

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Seven Minutes in Heaven with Your Academic Rival— Nerdjo ( 18+)

You swear you’re going to cry—why, of all people, did it have to be his nerdy ass? The bane of your academic life.

That’s all you can think about while Shoko drags you and Satoru toward one of the closets.

Maybe you should just choke him for the full seven minutes. Tempting.

“Okay guys, try not to kill each other in there” Shoko says before pushing you both inside a little too hard.

You stumble forward and end up face-planting against something solid.

Warm.

Wait.

Since when did closet walls feel like that—

“Woah, not even five seconds in and you’re already on me… were you that desperate to get me alone?”

It takes you a second to process it.

That’s not a wall.

You lift your head slowly, only to see him grinning at you over his shoulder.

You push yourself away from him so fast you end up hitting the back of your head against the closet wall.

“Ouch” you mutter, rubbing the spot.

Great. What a way to embarrass yourself in front of him.

Satoru laughs, pushing his glasses up with those long fingers of his.

“Careful now… we don’t want that brain of yours to get hurt, do we?” he says, then tilts his head slightly. “And who’s going to lose debates to me?”

Your eye twitches, and you glare at him.

“Can’t you shut your mouth for one goddamn second?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look like his closeness isn’t affecting you—or the fact that his legs are almost touching yours.

“And move your stupid long fairy-stick legs.”

You kick his leg, and he immediately kicks yours back in return.

“Actually—” he says, raising a finger like the stupid hot nerd he is.

“If you’re smart… first—my legs are not fairy sticks. Long, sure. But not fairy sticks.”

His gaze flickers to you with a playful glint.

“Second, this closet is small. If your eyes can see that, darlin’…” He smiles at you like he’s just made the smartest point in the world. “We don’t exactly have room for personal space.”

“I don’t know why it has to be you out of all people” you say, pressing your back against the closet wall—maybe if you press hard enough, you’ll just merge with it and not have to deal with him.

“Well, same… but you don’t see me complaining,” he says, leaning back, all while staring at you.

Your heart rate picks up at the way his blue gaze trails over you, as if he can see right through your act of trying to look nonchalant.

“Stop… staring at me like t-that” you curse yourself at the way your voice cracks.

Satoru just smirks at you… he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“Why?… unless it’s doing something to your pretty little heart?”

Your fingers tighten around the hem of your denim skirt.

“Ew, ew, and ew… you’re not my type. And it’s just… closet heat. It’s really getting hot in here.”

You glance at the watch on your wrist. Ugh, since when are seven minutes so long? Come on… come on.

“Right… the closet heat. But why are you clenching your thighs?” he says, nodding at your legs as if to prove his point.

Oh my God—you hate him. You hate him, the way he can make your breath hitch and heat pool between your legs with just his stare alone.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself… I just want to, um, go to the restroom,” you say, looking anywhere but at him.

Satoru hums. Just when you think he’ll be quiet, he adds, “You sure you’re not lying?”

"About what?"

"That you're fucking wet." Satoru steps forward, closing the already small distance between you two.

Your cheeks flush, and mouth falls open.

"Excuse me- that's not- you can't say things like that-"

He cages you in against the closet wall, his body pressing into yours, trapping you even more.

"Say that I'm wrong..." Satoru challenges, his voice a low rumble, his gaze intense as he looks down at you. The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

But you're not one to back down. You meet his eyes, your expression defiant. "I'm not affected by you," you declare, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart.

"We'll see about that," Satoru growls. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Then I'll prove you wrong."

He leans down, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers. "Right now."

With that, Satoru's hands skim down, gripping the hem of your skirt. He bunches it up around your hips and cups your soaked, cloth-covered cunt. Your hips buck involuntarily, and you gasp up at him, surprise and desire flashing in your eyes.

"Your pussy doesn't seem to hate me as much as you do, sweetheart," Satoru murmurs, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit through the fabric. "Still want to argue that you're not affected when you're dripping wet because of me?"

You tip your head back against the wall with a soft thud, baring your throat to him. Satoru takes the invitation, leaning down to leave a trail of wet kisses along your exposed column.

"Didn't I say not to hurt that pretty head of yours?" Satoru chuckles, nipping at your neck. "I don't want you to lose debates to me... sweetheart."

You groan, muttering between soft breaths, "Shut up."

Satoru smiles against your neck, kissing his way up to your jaw, his lips hovering above yours. His hot breath hits your lips as he whispers, "Make me."

You lost it. Screw your hate for him, the way he makes you feel is too much to resist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your mouth against his in a filthy, hungry kiss. Your tongues and teeth clashed against his, eager and demanding.

Satoru's hand moves to tangle in your hair, gently tugging your head back to get better access to your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed as he kisses you, so filthy yet tenderly. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth while his fingers comb through your hair.

You both pull back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Your breaths mingle, his forehead pressing against yours, his glasses fogged up.

"Who knew nerds were this good?" you tease breathlessly, giving him a quick, chaste kiss.

Satoru chuckles low and moves to whisper against your ear, "This nerd is good at a lot of things... like tongue-fucking you till you squirt all over my mouth." He says, his tongue darting out to lick your ear, making you shudder.

You laugh breathlessly and shake your head. "No way, you can't... we only have, like-2 minutes left."

"Are you doubting me?" Satoru says, dropping to his knees in front of you. He grips your leg and wraps it around his broad shoulder.

"It's entirely impossible... you can't," you say, a confident smile playing on your lips.

Satoru looks up at you, grinning. "Hold this," he says, slowly taking off his glasses and holding them out to you.

You give him a confused look. "Why...?" you ask, bewildered.

Satoru kisses your inner thigh, making you shiver. He then slides your panties to the side, causing your breath to hitch.

"Because," Satoru says, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, making you bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan, "I don't like it when my glasses fog up when I'm eating my meal."

Satoru licks up to your clit, then drags his tongue between your folds to your entrance. He gives it two gentle pushes of his tongue before delving it fully into your tight hole. A moan slips past your lips, and your fingers fly to fist in his hair.

Satoru doesn't stop, his tongue thrusting in and out of you, his hands squeezing your ass, urging you to grind against his face. His nose presses deliciously against your clit, and you can't help but move your hips side to side to rub your clit on his nose.

"Fuck-ahh- feels so good," you moaned, "S-satoru-mmmm-ahh"

Satoru groans against you in approval, then withdraws his tongue to suck your clit, making you gasp. He plunges it back inside, expertly lapping at your G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Oh-yes-just like that," you moan, your eyes threatening to roll back. You grind your clit against his nose, seeking more pressure.

Satoru feels your cunt clench around his tongue, and he digs his fingers into your hips, fucking you with his tongue in rapid, desperate thrusts. Suddenly, you scream. Your orgasm rips through you, and you flood his face with your release.

Satoru groans, swallowing your juices greedily. "Fuck, you taste so good," he growls, licking and sucking your pussy clean, not wanting to waste a single drop.

You stumble forward, the intensity of the moment making you dazed and dizzy. Satoru catches you, pulling you against his chest and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.

"Don't pass out on me now, darling," he chuckles softly, looking down at you in his arms.

"I'm fine," you say, burying your face in his neck to hide your flushed cheeks.

"Hmm... I know," he chuckles, nipping your earlobe. "That's why you're standing up perfectly upright, right?"

A few minutes later, Shoko knocks on the closet door.

"Yo, guys! Seven minutes are up," she calls out.

"You sure they didn't kill each other in there?" Suguru asks from beside her.

"We're fine," Satoru smiles, smoothing down your skirt and your hair.

"You know I'm not done with you," he says, pressing his hips against yours to show you just how hard he is and how much he needs you.

You smirk and tiptoe to wrap your arms around his neck.

"And?" you tease, your voice low.

"Come back home with me, where I can fuck you with no time limit."

You slide his glasses back on. "But don't you have studies to do?" you ask, grinning softly at him before moving your lips to his jaw.

"I can multitask, sweetheart" he grins back, his eyes crinkling at the corners, sending a flutter to your stomach. He pulls you closer,  turning his face to catch your lips with his in a kiss that promises what's about to come.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

AN: i’m so sleepy… imma go hug my pillow and pretend it’s nerdjo. 😔

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Reflections 18+

Come on, baby...look at yourself taking me so good" Satoru whispers huskily in your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. His strong hand grips your chin, gently yet firmly, tilting your head up towards the ceiling mirror above you both. The glass reflects your entwined bodies, bathed in the soft, flickering light from the bedside lamp.

You lie sprawled atop him, your back pressed against his sweat-slick chest. You can feel the warmth and hard planes of his body, his heartbeat steady and strong against your skin. But you're too shy to open your eyes. You simply close them tighter, burying your face in the crook of his neck, shaking your head slightly as if to hide from the intensity of the moment.

Satoru's chuckle resonates against your back, sending a shiver down your spine. He moves his hand from your chin, tracing a path down your neck and collarbone, before cupping your breast in his large, warm hand. His thumb brushes against the peaked nipple, drawing a soft gasp from your lips.

"'Yes, you can...open your pretty eyes for me" he whispers, thrusting into you not hard but enough to make you moan, and your eyes snap open.

The sight reflecting back at you makes you even wetter, and your cheeks flush. Your eyes rove over your own reflection, taking in your body, flushed and heated, with your hair sticking to your forehead. Your legs are held open by his strong hands, his cock disappearing and reappearing within you.

Then, your eyes drift to him. Lord, he looks like a damn sin—his disheveled white hair falling carelessly over his forehead, his blue eyes locked onto yours, watching your every little reaction.

"There she is...my gorgeous woman" he says, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

He tilts your hips, his thrusts growing rough and mean. His hand squeezes your hip when you try to close your eyes again.

"Oh no, love...don't you dare close your eyes. Watch how I make love to you. See how beautifully you take me," he says, his hand sliding down your lower tummy to feel himself.

"Toru...it's...mm...too much," you gasp, gripping his forearms tightly.

His arms tighten around your waist in return. "Shh... I know, love...I got you," he murmurs.

You turn your face to kiss him. Satoru meets you halfway, sliding his tongue against yours. His hand moves to cup your cheek as he hums into the kiss.

Soon enough, you feel the familiar pressure building in your stomach and hips, and you moan into his mouth.

He catches up instantly. "You close, baby?" he murmurs against your lips.

You manage to nod, burying your face against his neck.

"What did I say about hiding, hmm?" Satoru gently turns your face back to the mirror, his hand slipping between your legs to circle your clit.

"I want you to watch yourself come for me," he growls, burying himself to the hilt. He circles and pinches your clit, making you jolt.

Your back arches off him, and you wrap your arm around the side of his face, watching your reflection in the mirror as you can see his cock moving in your lower stomach.

"Toru... I'm gonna-come, oh god-'

Satoru groans in response, quickening his thrusts.

"Yes, baby... ride it out," he says, his voice ragged with his own desire.

Your mouth falls open as your orgasm crashes through you, your eyes locked with his in the mirror—those blue depths watching you unravel with such loving awe. Satoru bites gently at your earlobe, then soothes the sting with a slow, tender swirl of his tongue. He turns his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice a velvet murmur against your sensitive skin."

"Lord... you're so beautiful when you come for me like that,'" he breathes the words hot and intimate, wrapping around you like silk. His breath fans against the side of your neck—warm, ragged, and utterly devoted.

Satoru follows right after, unloading his hot seed deep inside you. Some drips down your inner thigh, and Satoru collects it on his thumb, bringing it to your lips.

Your lips part to lick it off, and you whimper at the taste of him.

Satoru mutters a quiet "fuck" under his breath, already feeling himself getting hard.

He can't help himself. How can he? When he's got such a gorgeous girl, all to himself...all his.

He pushes your sweat-slicked hair back and leans down to press a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Lord—I love you sooooo much" he says, pressing another kiss, this time on your lips, all while wondering what he ever did to deserve you.

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AN: AHHHHHHHHHH i miss satoru so much i’m about to cry fr.

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Back and Forth- Frat!Satoru Pt.4

( Note: This is Part 4. Click here to read Back and Forth Frat!Satoru Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3)

The only sound that fills the rink is the skidding of players, the coach yelling, and teammates encouraging each other to chase after the puck.

All of them are focused on practising for the upcoming inter-university match.

All of them…except Satoru.

He barely focuses.

He misses two shots, nearly trips over himself, and even bumps into someone while practicing.

How can he focus…

when his mind is consumed with thoughts of you—

that you are dating his brother?

His grip tightens around his hockey stick as Coach Yaga marches over to him.

“Satoru, what’s going on with you?”

He doesn’t answer.

Yaga sighs and pats his back.

“Look, Satoru… you’re one of my best players. We’ve won for the last two years because of you. Yeah, I know you might be going through something right now…”

He pauses, his voice softer this time.

“Whatever it is—fix it. Then you might be able to give your full attention to practice. We hardly have a week left before the match".

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

Satoru sits in the locker room, taking off his shoes. After doing so, he rests his head back against his cool locker and closes his eyes, letting the past wash over him.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

(A year ago)

Satoru had been bubbling with excitement to celebrate your birthday. He felt a twinge of guilt for being silent for a week, but he wanted everything to be just right for you. Constantly glancing at the clock, he fussed over the decorations and adjusted the cake repeatedly, determined to make everything perfect.

Satoru had always been confident—never nervous, not even once. But this? This was a big deal. You and Satoru had been dating for about eight months, and he knew he shouldn’t rush things, yet he couldn’t help himself. How could he not? You were like a joyful angel who had graced him with your radiant smile. Satoru had never believed in love at first sight, but the moment he met you.

when Eren introduced you as his sister, he swore he had hearts in his eyes. He was like a puppy in love, coming over every day, even on Fridays when Satoru never missed a frat party.

Eren knew instantly and banned Satoru from coming—of course, he was aware of what a player Satoru is—but when he saw how madly in love Satoru was with you, he just accepted his fate. In just a week, Satoru learned everything about you—how you styled your hair, your favourite colour, your favourite dish—by asking Eren. When he tried to recreate it, it turned out perfect.

"Do you think she'll like it?" he asked Eren as he carefully plated the dish. Eren laughed. "Of course she will, She even eats her own burnt brownies and calls herself a chef".

and when you took the first bite, a soft moan escaped your lips as you slapped his back in delight at how delicious the dish was. Satoru nearly cried at your reaction to his cooking. he was completely smitten, and he knew it. He would gladly cook for you every day if it meant seeing you this content and happy.

When he finally mustered the courage to ask you out and you said yes, he felt like he was floating on air. He couldn't stop blushing, replaying the moment in his mind over and over, giggling to himself throughout the night. And when you shared your dream of becoming a veterinarian, passionately discussing your love for animals, it made him fall for you even harder and deeper.

Satoru smiled to himself at the memory, his thumb gently brushing over the velvet box. He had to promise you forever, he had never felt this way before. Countless flings had come and gone, but no one ever made him feel the way you do. He was utterly devoted to you, and he would never let anyone take you away from him.

As the door creaked open, Satoru's heart raced—oh god, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He turned around, anticipating the sight of his beautiful girl, his perfect angel. But his smile faltered the instant he laid eyes on someone else—Mei Mei. 

Mei sauntered in, her gaze sweeping over him from head to toe before she began to assess the room, her smirk widening as she took in the decoration.

“Aw, is this all for your princess?”. She teased stepping closer to him with a sly grin.

Satoru instinctively took a step back, his eyes narrowing as he glared at her.

“What are you doing here, Mei?”. he asked, his voice turning icy as he averted his gaze.

Mei flashed him an innocent smile, her fingers lightly tracing his jawline, causing Satoru to flinch at her touch.

“Don’t act like that… I’m here to celebrate her birthday” Mei said, her tone light but with an edge. 

Satoru chuckled sharply, a smirk playing on his lips. “Funny, I don’t recall sending you an invitation”.

Mei’s smile faltered at his words, and she huffed in frustration. 

Satoru’s smirk deepened, clearly enjoying her reaction.

Before she could respond, Satoru spoke.

“Why the hell are you really here, Mei?”

He glared at her tension coiling tight beneath his skin.

Mei’s lips curved again—but this time, slower.

“To surprise your girl”. she said, voice smooth with mockery.

“She doesn’t need your surprises… now leave”

A low laugh slipped from her.

She turned away from him, heels clicking softly against the floor as she walked toward the window, her back now facing him.

“She’s applying for that veterinary university… isn't she?”

Satoru stilled. “How do you—”

“Mm,” she hummed, almost bored.

“It’s not hard to notice.” Her fingers traced the edge of the glass, slow, absent. “She talks about it like it’s her whole world"

She turned her gaze to look at him over her shoulder.

“It would be a shame if something happened to that application.”

She turned back and began to walk towards him, placing her hand on his chest.

“You know that I can make her application—” she gestured, making a show of throwing the application in a bin—“wooshh”

Mei laughed, the sharpness making Satoru tighten his grip around the ring box.

“The fuck are you doing this for—why y/n?”

She smirked and leaned closer to him.

“Why her?… do I really need to say it?”

She smiled bitterly.

“Satoru, I liked you ever since we were kids—I tried everything in me to get your attention but you always saw me as nothing but a friend”

“And y/n… she took you away from me—you see nothing when she’s around you…”

“You belong to me, Satoru—only me… I can make you happy, why can’t you see me like you see her?”

Satoru sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Look, Mei—I never knew you felt that deep about me—but look, I’m sorry if I’m going to sound rude… but I never saw you more than a friend… and y/n, she entirely different… she… she’s something I can’t describe—she everything to me”.

Mei clenched her fist.

“I don’t fucking care what she’s to you, Satoru—you will dump her or—”

“Stop it, Mei—this not a fucking game… she’s not a game to me. I love her, and I will not dump her just because you’re jealous”.

“Okay then”

Before Satoru could process, Mei walked toward the open window, as if to jump—Satoru moved, the ring box falling from his grasp as he reached out to catch her in time by the elbow, pulling her inside and closing the window.

He turned and glared at her.

“Are you fucking insane?” Satoru yelled.

Mei just smiled at him… like a psycho.

“That lengths I’ll go for you, Satoru—break up with her—her application stays… and you’ll be mine.”

Satoru's heart was pounding painfully against his chest—he really doesn’t want to—Lord, he’ll never be able to live with the thought that he hurt you, even if it was never his intentions… but now he has a problem in front of him… and he won’t let your future go away, not when he knows how much you dream about getting into that dream university.

“Fine”. He agreed, because he knows he will get you back, even if you push him away and think of him as a cheater.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

“Why don’t you tell her?”

Satoru snaps back to the present and finds Eren standing before him, offering him a cold bottle of water.

“Tell who what?” he says while accepting the bottle, uncapping it, and taking a swing from it.

Eren sighs and sits next to him.

“That Mei manipulated you… I know she will understand.”

Eren glances at Satoru—who just smiles slightly.

“No doubt… I know she will… but do I get to include the part that you whoop my ass right here the next day after the breakup?”

Eren laughs and shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t have whooped your ass if you had opened your mouth sooner instead of taking my fists like you deserved those… I felt bad though after you told me everything”.

Satoru smiles. “I did deserve it though… I made her cry…and made her believe…what I said and done…”

Eren placed his hand on Satoru’s shoulder.

“Look, Satoru… I know it’s been a year… and I still know you love her and…i know my sister will whoop my ass if I tell you this…buttttt she’s fake dating your brother”.

Satoru’s head snaps to the side so fast—his eyes widen.

“What?”

Eren nods. “Yep".

Satoru smiles—he knows it, that you won’t move on from him…Lord, he’s smiling.

“Get her back, Satoru… tell her the truth… and stop living in fear that Mei might try something when all she’s doing is manipulating you… I can’t see you or my sister acting like you both don’t care about each other when deep down I know you both are dying to hold each other again".

Satoru shakes his head.

"Dude, look I—I don’t know if—"

Eren just gives his shoulder a squeeze.

"Tell her or I will".

Satoru just nods with a faint smile.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

To be continued....

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AN: this was rushed… i’ve been procrastinating for days but nvm🥀🥀

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Back and Forth- Frat!Satoru Pt.3

(CW: jealousy, brother rivalry, fake dating, angst. Note: This is Part 3. Click here to read Back and Forth- Frat!Satoru Pt.1, Pt.2)

It has been almost a week since you started going out with Gojo… and it feels good.

Gojo is nothing like Satoru.

Gojo is smart. He helps you with your homework, buys you coffee, and talks about his interests in science. You find yourself even getting into debates with him, which often end with him agreeing with you, and you flash him a grin.

They might be twins, but Satoru and Gojo are poles apart.

Gojo makes you feel like, yes—you can move on and deserve better. But on the other hand, you miss how Satoru used to make you feel. He was everything. He taught you that life wasn’t always about being perfect; he made you feel free and wild.

You enjoyed ditching your classes with him… or going to support him at his hockey matches when he just needed to spend time with you. He called you his lucky charm.

You shouldn’t be thinking about him when Gojo is right there.

Yes, this is just a façade—to show Satoru that you have moved on.

But why can’t you shake off the guilt?

Maybe it would go away… right?

Gojo saw you gripping your pen tightly, and he reached out to place his hand over yours where he was sitting beside you in the library.

“Are you alright, Y/n?” he asked, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand.

You quickly flashed him a small smile.

“Um, yes—just stomach cramps” you lied easily.

“Periods? Do you want me to bring you a hot water bag or pills? I can ask the staff—”

You shook your head. “It’s okay, I’ll just go home early”.

“Do you want me to drop you?” he asked, already getting up from his seat.

“Gojo, I really don’t want to trouble—”

“Bullshit”. He cut you off gently. “You’re not troubling me.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Plus… you look like you’re about to fall asleep on this table. I’d rather you do that in a car than here.”

Well, that wasn’t a lie. You were about to fall asleep any moment, since you hardly got any sleep last night.

So after you both packed your stuff, Gojo took your bag from your hand.

“Let me hold it for ya.”

The way he did it—it reminded you of Satoru for a split second

shut up. Don’t compare him and that other white-haired demon twin.

“Thanks”. you said.

Gojo just smiled and guided you outside the library.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

After getting into the parking lot, Gojo opens the car door for you and you slip in, muttering a quick “thanks”.

Gojo chuckles.

“You always this well-mannered?”. he jokes before rounding the car and getting into the driver’s seat.

“Habit, I guess. Mom taught me that,” you say, flashing him a soft grin before leaning back.

“Seatbelt, Y/n” he says.

“Right”

You reach for the seatbelt, but the stubborn thing doesn’t click in.

Gojo looks over and chuckles softly.

“Here, let me”

He moves closer, and for a second you almost forget to breathe—the way his scent hits you, and how close he suddenly is.

Your cheeks flush.

His fingers brush against the side of your thighs as he reaches over, and your gaze meets his.

If not for his glasses, you swear you would think it’s Satoru.

He pulls back slowly, heat creeping up your neck.

“You good?” Gojo asks, glancing at you before starting the car.

“Yes—um… I’m just gonna take a quick nap. Wake me up once you reach my home”.

You close your eyes and lean back against the seat, and before you know it, you drift into deep sleep.

Gojo looks over at you and smiles softly before reaching out to adjust your seat so you’re more comfortable.

You let out a relaxed sigh.

“Cute” Gojo murmurs to himself.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

When Gojo pulled up to your house, he didn’t wake you right away.

You were still fast asleep, head tilted against the window, breathing steady.

For a moment, he just looked at you.

Then, quietly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

He opened your door and leaned over you.

“Hey, sunshine… wake up”. Gojo whispered softly.

You just grumbled something incoherent and shifted slightly in your seat.

Gojo stifled a laugh and gently picked you up in his arms.

“So adorable” he murmured, closing the car door with his foot before adjusting you in his grip.

You instinctively rested your head against his shoulder.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

Once he reaches the door and rings the bell, Eren opens it—immediately going into full protective brother mode.

“Oh my—what happened? Is she alright? Gojo, tell me—”

Gojo shakes his head, speaking in a gentle tone so he doesn’t wake you.

“Relax. She mentioned getting stomach cramps, and she looked exhausted. I just offered to drive her home”.

Eren nods, letting out a relieved sigh.

“Come in”

He steps aside, allowing Gojo in with you still in his arms.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

Satoru is already there, sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

It’s only when he looks up that he freezes.

Gojo steps in with you in his arms.

And the moment Gojo flashes him that smirk, Satoru swears his vision goes red.

His eyes trace the way his brother’s arms are wrapped around your waist… your head resting against his shoulder.

His grip tightens around his phone until the edges bite into his skin.

“What are you—”

As Satoru is about to speak, Gojo only tightens his hold on you slightly.

“Careful…” he says quietly. “You don’t want to wake her up, do you?”.

Gojo is taking great pleasure in this—watching his brother stand there, unable to do a single thing but look at you sleeping in his arms.

He’s definitely going to write this in his diary.

Eren steps in then, only to find the twins glaring at each other.

The tension in the room is heavy—thick enough to feel.

He clears his throat and steps closer, reaching out to take you from Gojo’s arms.

“I’ll go take her to her room…meanwhile, you two—”

Eren trails off, already turning and heading upstairs to your room.

The moment he is out of sight—

Satoru stands up.

Fast.

He grabs Gojo by the collar, dragging him closer, blue eyes glaring into identical ones that mirror his own.

“You don’t have better things to do than stealing my girl?”

Gojo doesn’t flinch.

He holds his gaze for a second—then slowly breaks into a grin.

“Your girl?” he repeats, voice almost amused.

A pause.

Then, tilting his head slightly—

“Or… ex?”

Gojo pushes his glasses up, the smirk settling deeper on his lips.

“Listen carefully” Satoru says, voice low.

“She was mine first”

A pause.

“And if you think you have any chance of making her yours… you’re fucking wrong”.

His gaze hardens, something sharp flickering beneath it.

“I let that kiss slide because you’re my brother” His jaw tightens. “And I’d rather not have Mom crying over your grave”

Another step closer.

“But if you were anyone else…”

His voice drops even further.

“You wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

A beat.

“Got it?”

“You’ve always been jealous of me ever since we were kids—dad giving me attention… me receiving praises. I was topping every class while you were busy struggling to say your ABCDs” He clicks his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk… such a loser”.

A pause.

“And look at you—can’t even keep a girl” His smile twists slightly. “You see, I’m way better than you in every aspect. You can’t keep anyone near you just because you’re selfish”.

His gaze hardens.

“Why is it so hard for you to see she’s doing better off without you?”

“She’s not”

A beat.

“And I know it”

Gojo just circles his brother, letting out a quiet laugh.

“Bold assumption” he murmurs. “I’ll make sure she forgets about you”.

“Not when she can see me in you…”

Satoru’s voice drops, slower now—quieter, but heavier.

“I will never leave her mind”

A step closer.

“I’ll haunt her”

A pause.

“Always”.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

To be continued....

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AN: my fav chapter so far… had way too much fun writing this hehe 🤭

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Back and Forth- Frat!Satoru Pt.2

(CW: angst, cheating/betrayal, emotional hurt. Note: This is Part 2. Click here to read Back and Forth- Frat!Satoru Pt.1)

You pulled back, your breath slightly ragged as you tried to process what the hell had just happened—you kissed your ex’s brother. The realisation hit you like a wave, and suddenly, all you wanted was for it to be some kind of dream.

But then Gojo squeezed your waist gently, pulling you out of your haze. No. This was real. Very real.

“You okay?” Gojo asked, tucking a strand of your curl behind your ear.

You nod and took a small step back, trying to put some distance between you two.

“Yeah…I… woah… didn’t expect that,” you managed.

Gojo smiled anyway and stepped closer again, his cologne wrapping around you.

“Go out with me.”

It took your brain a moment to process what he said. You froze for a second, blinking at him twice.

“What?” is all you could say, your heart slamming against your chest.

“You heard me—go out with me, sunshine. I don’t want anything more than my brother seeing what he lost,” he said, holding your gaze.

“Gojo, I—” you started, ready to tell him how wrong this would look. But another part of you cracked.

Why should you keep feeling guilty about hurting, when he was the one who let you go and broke your heart?

“…Okay” you nodded.

That made him smile.

“Great. I’ll see you at uni?”

You nodded again.

You both exchanged numbers before saying goodnight. Even as you turned away, you couldn’t ignore the mix of thrill and guilt twisting in your chest.

But you shook your head.

You needed to move on. To shut Satoru out of your mind completely.

If Satoru could move on, then why couldn’t you?

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

A year ago.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling pretty and excited to celebrate your birthday. Satoru had been radio silent for a week after your last date, but you brushed it off, convincing yourself he was busy planning something special.

The thought alone made your stomach flutter, your cheeks warm.

Eren drove you to where your birthday party was being held.

“Excited?” your brother asked, glancing at you before returning his focus to the road.

Your cheeks flushed as you nodded. “I just… want to see Satoru. He’s been silent for a week.”

Eren reached over and ruffled your hair affectionately.

“He’s probably planning something big. He wouldn’t let his girl down now, would he?”

That eased your worry. Maybe you were just overthinking.

Your heart began to race as the car pulled in.

You stepped out.

“Let’s go” Eren said, gently guiding you toward the back where the poolside party was set up.

The moment you stepped in—

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!”

Nobara, Shoko, and Mikasa rushed you into a tight hug. Nanami, Geto, and the others stood nearby, smiling.

The setup was beautiful—dim lights, your name in balloon letters, soft pink decorations.

But your eyes searched for only one person.

Where is he?

Your heartbeat picked up.

He wouldn’t miss this… right?

Nobara smirked. “Look at our birthday princess, already searching for her prince.”

Your cheeks flushed. “Nobara, it’s not like that—”

“Go on” Shoko winked. “He’s waiting for you upstairs”

“I—Shoko—”

But she pushed you toward the resort lobby.

You didn’t hesitate.

You hurried upstairs, your heart pounding with every step. When you reached the suite, you pushed the door open—

You expected him.

His stupid, beautiful smirk.

But nothing could have prepared you for what you saw.

Satoru.

Kissing Mei.

His arms wrapped around her.

All the colour drained from your face. Your throat tightened, your eyes burning instantly.

You moved before you could think—grabbing him and yanking him back before your hand came down across his face with a sharp slap.

“This—this is what you planned for me?” Your voice broke as you yelled. “This is why you’ve been silent all week?”

Satoru turned to you—

and barked out a laugh.

“You really thought” he said, shaking his head, “that I was planning roses and gifts for you? …Tsk”.

Your eyes widened.

He didn’t just say that.

“You see” he continued casually, “you were just a stupid game I enjoyed while it lasted”.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you stared at him, your chest tightening painfully.

You watched him walk back to Mei, his arm slipping around her waist like it belonged there.

She had the audacity to smirk at you.

“This” he said, pulling her closer. “is who I’m actually interested in. The one I love”.

He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her wrist.

Your knees nearly gave out.

Your head spun—you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—

You turned and ran.

Out of the room and down the stairs, you nearly tripped—until Eren caught you.

“Hey—hey, watch it—” He froze mid-sentence when he saw your face.

Tears streaming. Eyes shattered.

His expression hardened instantly.

“The fuck did that asshole do?” his jaw clenched. “I swear to God I’m going to—”

You shook your head, grabbing onto him.

“Please… just take me home...I don’t want to stay here for another second”.

He looked ready to argue—but one look at you was enough.

Eren pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead before guiding you outside.

When the others looked over, he just shook his head, expression making it clear—not now.

Later that night, you cried until your chest hurt.

You told Eren everything.

And he stayed.

Right there beside you, until you finally fell asleep.

Once you were out, he brushed your hair back gently and tucked you in.

his jaw tight as he silently cursed Satoru.

Because no one hurts his sister—

and gets away with it.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

To be continued...

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AN: 😭i was lowkey fighting for my life with writer’s block while writing this so…but anyways.

enjoy 💋

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Back and Forth- Frat!Satoru Pt.1

(reader is eren’s sister (yes i said what i said) frat!satoru and nerd!gojo doing what they do best—being insufferable brothers, jealousy, tension, and questionable choices)

You can’t avoid him—not when he’s everywhere. In your space… on your couch… and even in your mind.

Your ex—Satoru—plus your brother’s friend.

Their friendship stayed after your breakup for some reason you don’t understand why.

So you could only grumble when your brother dragged you to one of the frat parties, saying you needed to loosen up and get your head out of your books.

“Eren, you know I’ve my midterm—”

Eren just rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, smiling like he already won the argument.

“Come on, sis… you never complain before. Why… is it because of—”

“Don’t you dare—”

You pinched his arm quickly.

He chuckled, raising both hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay, I’ll shut up. But seriously, you need to stop hating him so much. I’m worried you might crack his head open the moment you see him.”

You looked away, feeling that familiar ache tighten in your chest.

“Stop hating him? After everything he did and said to me?”

Eren pressed his lips together. He knows something you don’t—but he doesn’t say it. Instead, he just pats your shoulder, gentler this time, before pulling you along with him.

“Enough about him… tonight is about enjoying yourself, hmm? And I don’t want my baby sister sulking on her own—I won’t allow it.”

You smiled a little.

But it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

You stepped in with your brother. The party inside was loud, music vibrating through your whole body.

“You gonna be alright?” Eren asked, like the protective brother he is.

“Of course.”

You smiled at him as he ruffled your hair.

“Stop it, you’re messing with my curls,” you shot him a glare, which only made Eren laugh harder in return.

“Okay, okay. Have fun,” he said over his shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

Shoko’s eyes lit up the moment she saw you.

“Oh my God, look who’s here… are we dreaming?”

She pulled you into a tight, squeezing hug.

You chuckled.

“Shoko—” you laughed softly, returning her hug.

Nobara followed right after.

“Good to see you getting out of your turtle shell… and look, you’re glowing.”

She eyed your outfit—black skirt paired with a tank top with lace detailing underneath.

Your cheeks flushed slightly.

“Someone’s gonna regret… dumping you,” she added under her breath, looking in the opposite direction across the room.

“Nobara.” Mikasa’s voice cut in—your brother’s girlfriend.

“What? I’m just stating facts. That arsehole doesn’t deserve her.”

Nobara said it in a non-apologetic tone, sipping her drink from a red cup.

Shoko just chuckled and handed you a drink.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough. We’re here to enjoy the party… let’s dance, shall we?”

The four of you navigated through the crowd, drawn to the pulsating energy of the dance floor, where bodies moved in sync.

Shoko and Nobara were already immersed in their groove, completely absorbed in the moment.

You made the mistake of glancing beside your brother, only to find blue eyes locked onto yours – your breath caught in your throat as you took a moment to admire Satoru, who leaned casually against the wall, sipping his drink like he owned the room. His white top clung to his lean physique, jeans hanging low to reveal the contours of his defined torso and the waistband of his boxers – and that ridiculous red cap perched like a crown atop his fluffy white hair, the very same you remember running your fingers through – your stomach fluttered at the memory.

Just then, Mei Mei appeared out of nowhere and pressed her red lips against his cheek, causing you to quickly look away—there's no point in dwelling on what has already slipped away. You raised your cup to your lips, only to find it empty—you definitely need a drink now.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

You make your way into the kitchen, barely paying attention—until you collide straight into someone.

“—oh my god, I’m so sorry—”

The apology slips out quickly as you look up—

And freeze.

For a second, your brain refuses to catch up with what you’re seeing.

Satoru.

No—

not Satoru.

His twin brother.

Gojo.

“It’s okay… I was the one too lost in my book.”

His voice is calm, almost absent-minded—but the smile he gives you is anything but.

It’s soft. Easy.

And for a second, it makes him look a little too much like—

No.

You force the thought away. Get a grip.

You manage a small smile back, straightening up as you smooth down your hair.

“Drink?” he asks.

“Huh—oh. Yes. Yeah, a drink.”

He nods and hands you one without hesitation.

His fingers brush yours—brief, but noticeable.

Then he takes a slow sip of his own, watching you over the rim of the glass.

“Sooo… what are you doing here?” you asked, munching on the chips in front of you. “Reading a book at a place like this?.I thought you hated parties.”

“Well… gotta keep my eyes on my brother.”

You frowned slightly, giving him a confused look—as if Satoru wasn’t more than capable of taking care of himself.

“Why do you need to?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Gojo just smirked faintly. “Let’s just say… he gives me plenty of reasons to keep an eye on him.”

You wanted to ask further, but you held yourself back—for now.

Gojo’s gaze flicked past you, then he smirked when he spotted Satoru heading toward the kitchen.

Before you could process it, his hand slid to your waist, pulling you in as his lips crashed against yours.

Your whole body froze, eyes widening in shock. You tried to pull back, but his grip only tightened, holding you firmly against him.

"Gojo—what—mm—are you—”

Your fingers grip the front of his shirt, trying to steady yourself.

“He’s watching,” he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. “And don’t you want help getting your revenge back at my brother?”

Your eyes squeeze shut.

Maybe he’s right.

One part of you whispers that you’ll regret this.

The other… the other is louder.

Just kiss him back.

And you listen to that voice.

Your arms slide around Gojo’s neck as you pull him closer, kissing him back without hesitation.

You feel it then—

the faint curve of his lips.

He’s smiling into the kiss.

Satoru watched from the kitchen doorway, his jaw clenched, the red cup gripped tightly in his hand, crumpled under his grip.

His eyes met his brother’s.

Gojo smirked at Satoru… a silent brotherly rivalry passing between them.

With one glance at you, Satoru turned around and left silently.

Something toppled over as he walked out—a sharp sound cutting through the quiet.

He didn’t even bother to turn around and check.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

To be continued....

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AN: am i the only one giggling at my own fic?? yes. yes i am.😍

(click here to read Back and Forth- Frat!Satoru Pt.2)

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Succubus Reader x Nerdjo 18+Mdni

The library smells of the familiar scent of aged papers, dust, and the rich aroma of coffee. Satoru finds comfort in nights like this, where the world outside fades away, leaving just him and the cool, tranquil evening air. 

He has a big fat physics book open in front of him, and his eyebrows are furrowed as he works on equations. The only noise is the sound of his pen moving against the paper and the faint hum of the AC in the library.

He stifled a yawn and removed his glasses, rubbing his weary eyes. He had been here since finishing his extra classes. Having solved the last equation, he decided it was time to pack up his things and head home.

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You, a succubus cloaked in shadows, roam the moonlit streets, feeling faint and drained, desperate for your next victim to restore your energy. "Not a single fool in sight," you grumble softly, frustration gnawing at you.

 Until the sound of faint footsteps reaches you from the opposite direction, you conceal yourself; perhaps it's that foolish priest hunter searching for you.

 But what you didn't anticipate was the man who emerged – white hair, the strands dancing in the cool breeze, glasses that lend him an intriguing blend of masculinity and nerdiness, a jawline so sharp it tempts you to run your teeth over it… The hoodie clings to his strong, lean physique, its sleeves rolled up just enough to tease the sight of his powerful arms.

The cool night, infused with his cologne, ignites a feral hunger within you.

"I think I've just found my next target." You lick your lips, feeling the lust simmering in your veins.

You trailed behind him in the shadows until he reached his home. "I'll get him once he's asleep," you murmur into the night, your words laced with a tantalizing promise.

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Satoru stepped out of the shower, steam swirling around him as he slipped into his soft sleep pants, not bothering with a t-shirt before sinking beneath the covers with a contented sigh.

3:00 am

You silently slipped into his room through the open window, letting your black cloak fall away to unveil your bare skin. Your gaze glides over him as he sleeps, and you can't help but bite your bottom lip, mesmerised by how the moonlight spills over him, rendering him utterly ethereal.

You climb onto his bed, your fingers gliding from his thigh to the prominent outline of his cock through his sweats, feeling the undeniable size beneath your touch. You started to stroke him gently, playfully… Just then, he stirs, blinking his eyes open in shock, his breath hitching as he processes the unexpected sight before him.

"Easy there, white chocolate..." you smirk, flashing your canines.

"W-who are you?" Satoru's breath hitched in his throat as his gaze wandered from your face to your body and the flickering tail behind you, before he quickly averted his eyes, swallowing hard. "Why are you undressed? Where are your clothes?"

"Shh, sweet boy." You pressed your finger to his lips, your long finger teasingly gliding over his soft, pink mouth. "Consider this a dream... a wonderfully enticing wet dream."

You whisper as you lower yourself, tugging at the waistband of his pants, revealing his already throbbing cock, glistening at the tip.

You caress him slowly, applying gentle pressure as your thumb circles the sensitive tip.

"Such a good boy, aren't you?" you purr, your voice laced with desire as you lean in closer. You let your tongue trace the length of his cock, a shiver of pleasure coursing through you at the taste. With a sultry grin, you take him fully into your mouth, the warmth enveloping him, and a soft moan escapes your lips as the tantalizing, salty flavour ignites your senses.

Satoru is completely entranced; he can't believe he's never felt anything like this before... So often lost in his studies and career ambitions, he never understood the thrill he was missing until this moment... His body reacts instinctively to your movements, hips thrusting forward as you skilfully work your magic... The heat of your mouth sends shivers down his spine, causing him to lean back against the headboard, fingers clutching the bedsheets tightly as waves of pleasure wash over him.

He won't let it pass if this is a wet dream. When a beauty like you is making him harder than he ever imagined in your mouth, who is he to turn down such an opportunity?

"Fuck, baby," he whispered, his voice ragged from the intensity of his orgasm. He never thought he could come so quickly, so fiercely. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, a rhythm that matched the throbbing between your legs. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins, his body alive and humming with the aftershocks of his climax. 

You? Oh, you are enjoying this... You lick him clean, your tongue tracing every ridge and vein of his still-hard cock while your fingers delve into your dripping cunt. "Mmm, so tasty. " Your words make his cheeks flush in embarrassment. You grin before straddling him, grinding your wet pussy over his throbbing shaft. 

Satoru's pathetic moan vibrates against your skin as his strong hands grip your hips, fingers digging in with desperate need. He yanks you down without hesitation, his thick cock slamming deep into your slick pussy, stretching you wide and filling you to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The sudden burn of him buried inside you makes you gasp, your walls clenching around his pulsing length.

'Fuckk, so tight'' he groans, his voice rough and ragged, hot breath fanning your neck. His head falls to your shoulder, lips parting to nip at the sensitive skin there, teeth grazing just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain racing down your spine. You rock against him instinctively, feeling every inch of his hardness throbbing within your heat, your juices coating him as you start to ride the wave of that overwhelming fullness.

Your smile turns wicked as you lift your hips and slam back down, bouncing on Satoru's thick cock with deliberate, hungry rhythm. Each drop forces him deeper into your soaked pussy, the slick sounds of your bodies colliding filling the air. ''Mmm-ahh, fuck, your cock is ripping me apart,'' you moan, the words spilling out in a breathless rush, your voice laced with raw ecstasy. 

Satoru's eyes are glued to your bouncing tits, hunger evident in his gaze. He hesitates, but you don't give him the chance to hold back. You grab his hand and press it to your chest. "Go on, play with them. I know you want to."

His thumbs roll and pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. You gasp, arching into his touch. "C-can I... Can I suck them, please?" he begs, eyes filled with desperation.

You push his head between your breasts. "Go on, suck. Show me how much you want it."

He doesn't need to be told twice. His mouth latches onto your breast, sucking greedily, his tongue swirling around your nipple. You moan, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place. "That's it, suck on my tits."

The room fills with your moans, skin against skin, a wet slick-slick sound. Your mouth moves against his in filthy, wet strokes. His tongue brushes against yours. 

It's not long before you find yourself beneath him, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. "I'm gonna cum," he mutters, his voice a desperate, pleading whisper. "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum—" His body tenses, and he spills inside you, his release coming swift and intense. He pulls out, his cock still twitching, and paints your stomach, tits, and face with his hot cum before collapsing on top of you, his body spent and sated. 

Satoru leans in, his lips brushing against yours. "Will I... ever see you again?" he asks, his voice filled with hope, longing to keep you by his side forever.

You brushed your lips against his, then gracefully rose, slipping on your cloak as you made your way to the balcony. "Definitely," you whispered, and with that, you vanished into the night.

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The next day, as Satoru sat in his physics class, he couldn't stop thinking about you... The incredible night. Lord, he really wants to see you again. How he wishes that you–

The door glides open to his classroom... The students shift their gazes, and Satoru nearly stumbles back when he sees who has entered. "No way, this can't be-this can't be—"

The professor beamed and started the introduction. "Class, please welcome your new classmate... She's the exchange student from—" The professor's voice faded into the background. Satoru was captivated, his lips slightly parted and his eyes wide with disbelief... He could only thank the heavens above, praying it wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

Yep...this is real.

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AN: I don’t know much about succubi and I got lazy midway, so if something’s wrong…just ignore it 😭

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[slutforsatoruu]

A steamy late-night call with your husband Gojo.

You stirred awake in the dead of the night, panting and breathless, with an unbearable ache between your legs. You look at the clock on the nightstand. 3:45 am.

Yes, you’re horny as fuck, the blanket is irritatingly clinging to your skin, your body is flushed and sweaty... You look down at yourself. Your nipples are peeking and poky through the thin fabric of your tank top, and your shorts are already showing the wet spot from how wet you are.

You kicked the blanket away in frustration and sat upright, glancing at the empty space beside you. The cool sheets where Satoru should be lying made your skin prickle with longing. Of course, he'd be away on a business trip during the week when your body seemed to crave him most intensely. You pressed your thighs together.

You need him. Now.

You quickly grabbed your phone from the nightstand and pressed the call button for Satoru's contact.

He picked up after the second ring.

"Hey, sweetheart". his sleepy voice said over the speaker... Is everything okay?"

"No... I—" As soon as you whisper that word, you hear the soft rustle of movement, like he sprang to his feet in a rush.

"Sweetheart, I'm on my way right now—" He's such a worrywart when it comes to you, and it makes your chest tighten with warmth.

"love-toru calm down-I'm fine... It's just—" You trail off.

"You miss me, don't you?". You hear the softness in his voice.

"Hmm...and well, mostly your dick—"

You could not help but smile when you heard him gasp on the other side.

"I'm hurt, really, and proud at the same time." A pause, then a sharp exhale, almost a laugh under it. 

"I miss you really, and I'm really—"

"Horny, you're grinding on my pillow as we speak". Your eyes widen, and you look over your shoulder to check if he has hidden somewhere, because how does he know?

"How do you—" he cuts you off again.

"What can I say? I'm better at sensing what my wifey is up to".

You rolled your eyes at the way he sounds as if he has you wrapped around his fingers. Yes, he does. "Whatever".

"Aww, come on, don't roll your eyes at me". There it goes again.

"Satoru, I swear to God if you—"

"Alright, alright, I'll shut up". His laugh doesn't help, nor does his rough, sleepy voice, making you grind harder on his pillow.

"Hmmm, lie down in bed". his commanding voice, laced with desire and you immediately complied.

"Strip, spread your legs, but don't touch your pussy right away". That order alone made you protest.

"But Toru—"

"Shhh sweetheart, I know but trust me..it's going to feel so good…hmm?"

You simply hummed in response, and following his instructions you removed your clothes, lay back in bed, and spread your legs the cold air made you shudder against your wet pussy.

"Now, I want you to take a glob of lube and rub it all over your body—your tits, stomach, ass, and legs..Get yourself nice and slick".

You did as he said, grabbing the lube from the second drawer and spreading it around your body. You are already getting impatient, but at the same time, it feels so pleasurable the way he's telling you how to make yourself so good.

Satoru lost himself in the rhythm, his hand gripping his throbbing cock through his sweats. "Lord sweetheart-just like that… Caress those beautiful tits…Imagine those are my hands running all over you."

You let your mind wander, envisioning his strong hands exploring your body, teasing your sensitive nipples, pulling and nibbling at them with a delicious intensity.

The fantasy becomes too much to bear. your hands instinctively glide down your stomach desperate to touch your slick throbbing clit.

"Satoru please-I can't ohh god...please let me touch my pussy".

Satoru is no better himself...he is panting and stroking his hard cock. When he heard your sweet request, he gave in. Who is he to deny his sweet wife?

"Yes, love...go on, touch yourself, make that pussy feel good." He's trying so hard with everything in him not to abandon his morning meet and run back home to you. 

With his permission, you slide your hands between your legs and gasp at how wet you are. "T-Toru-mm, I'm so-mm-wet". You don't know why, but tears are streaming down your face. You miss him and need him so much.

When Satoru hears your little sobs, He hates this. He hates leaving you and not being there for you when you need him.

"Shhhh my love, just a few more days, hm? Then I'll show you exactly how much I've missed having you in my arms and feeling you beneath me".

You pinch and circle your clit just like he does, and your fingers stay in their space. You didn't have to wait long before you felt that familiar pressure in your stomach, which made you squirm and cry out.

"Satoru, I'm so close—" You shut your eyes, desperately pursuing the wave of pleasure that was about to crash over you.

Satoru can hear the slick, wet sound from the other side. he fists his own cock, pre-dripping down his wrist.

"Yes y-yes oh baby, come for me". Satoru's abs flex with each stroke.

Your lips part in a soft 'o' as the sound of him pleasuring himself reaches you, making you lift your hips off the bed when your orgasm hits, you gasp for breath, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Satoru follows right after, a thick stream of cum spilling over his fingers as he throws his head back, trying to steady his pounding heart.

"Mmm baby...that felt good, didn't it?"

You reach to pick up your phone and press it against your ear.

"Come back home... soon". you whisper breathlessly, curling up on his side of the bed, inhaling the faint lingering scent of him.

"Just a few more days, sweets...meanwhile try not to miss me too much."

You smile as you press a gentle kiss on your phone screen.

"Take care, hm?" you mumbled sleepily.

Satoru pressed his lips right back against his phone screen.

“You too, good g'night, wifey."

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AN: GIVEE ME HUSBAND GOJO

(Hope you enjoyed-hehee)

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[slutforsatoruu]

I'm stuck in my ways and girl, your pussy is my map out.

You're sprawled lazily on the couch in your shared apartment after your everything shower , the tv is on playing your favorite reality show and bag of chips in your lap while you wait for you boyfriend-Satoru to get home from his meeting with the higherups .

when you hear the front door creaking open you turn your head to find angry Satoru- but to you? Oh god you love when he looks like this jaw clenched hair messy from running fingers through them god knows how many times, the way he pulls at his tie and the way his sleeves are rolled up revealing those pale muscular forearms has you clenching your thighs.

"rough day?" you asked even tho its obvious

"hmm" is the only response you get from him.

your heart aches at that, but you know not to force him open up, he does it eventually. so you got up and approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist and he  instantly pulled you into slow kiss which has you close your eyes shut...you melt against him no matter how may time he kisses you you can never get enough of it , your arms go around his neck and he took the opportunity to pick you up and your legs naturally wrap around his waist the movement making your flimsy nightdress bunch up to your hips .

his mouth didn't leave yours as he carries you to the couch and lowers you on it, you moan in his mouth and he swallows the sound, your body is burning up so as his.

you pulled back when oxygen became necessary, you exhaled softly against his mouth and he kisses his way down your neck and his other hand pulled at your nightdress straps before ripping it off you, you gasp and glared at him with no real heat.

"hey-that was my favorite". you tried to sound mad but you are anything but.

he grins and kisses his way from the valley of your breasts to your stomach to your heat where you are already soaked through your panties.

"Hmm but you keep wearing them knowing im going to rip it off you" his hot breath brush against your clothed pussy making you bite your lips to muffle the moan.

"whatever aren't you hungry" you ask

"I'm"

"then why dont you go eat i made your fav-" he cuts you off as he licks at your clothed cunt making your hips jerk

"there's only meal I'm interested in right and that-" another lick "is your pussy"

you swear your going to come if he keeps going, you try to pull him way and close your legs he looks at you as if you denied his favorite candy and that made you hold back your smile until he pushed you forward by your hips and looks at you with pleading eyes-the blue in his eyes are dark in shade.

"please baby, wont you give your toru his comfort meal?".

you blink at him-your cheeks flush at how pathetic he is acting but ofcourse who are you to deny him when you need him as much he needs you.

"Fine but you p-ahhh T-toru" he cuts you off again this time by pushing your panties till they hang uselessly at your ankle and giving your pussy a long lick from your entrance to your clit and swirling his tongue in clockwise motion.

"fuck" he groans the way you taste, sooo his.

"no matter how much i workout, your pussy is the only thing that gets me to think straight". your legs wrapped around his neck in a headlock which only makes him eat you out like you're his last meal and he wants every single crumbs of it.

"Do you have any idea what you just stopped me from doing'? " he says in your cunt with that rough voice, your hands grab his hair pulling at his soft snowy strands.

"f-from w-ahhh- what?'. you managed to ask as he nipped at your clit pulling out a cry out from you, his hand reaching up to cup your breast as he teased the peaked nipple with his rough thumb.

"from wiping them out, they were breathing down my neck all day about executing, yuji, glad that i came home right away to this or i would have wiping blood off my hands"

with that you came hard, you back arched off the couch you cry out satour's name before you fell back panting harder.

satoru crawled up to you and pressed gentle kiss on your forehead then your nose then on your lips.

"thank you". he whispered against your lips so tenderly.

"For what?" you smiled sleepily and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"for everything".

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AN: this is my first time writing- 🥀

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