Toji meets you when you’re working some shite corporate job.
Something along the lines of you Can’t quit because you don’t have a job lined up and you don’t want to depend on Toji (even though he’s willing). but he does influence you to set boundaries and stand up for yourself. It’s stressful but he makes sure you don’t really need to use your brain when you’re with him.
You’re just his special girl when you’re with him. Never takes you on jobs but does take you to his favorite bars or to meet Shiu. Might take you to your favorite shops to spend all his money but you never do.
“By some shit to look pretty for your old man, yeah? Or just t’ be in the house in puddin, I don’t care. Treat yourself nice f’once.”
“I look pretty whenever and in whatever.” You clarify, look at him from under your glasses.
“That’s true.” He hums, kissing your lips, “but let me be a proper Dad to ya, alright? Get you nice shit, Come on.”
He’s got your cheeks burning underneath your skin, but you oblige with a small smile, tossing a shirt that you’d been eyeing over his arm that has your other clothes on it. You purse you lips, teasing, “You’re gross.”
“Push it if you want to, I’ll stuff my cock down your throat between these clothing racks. Never an issue for me.”
You don’t even bother looking back at him as he follows you around the store because you know it’s true. Sometimes it’s good to be spoiled and let it happen.
hey poly! i saw your reblog about wanting a desk pet/mini yan gojo; i wanna ask what do u think he’ll do or what horrors he’s capable of 😄
og post but YANDERE NENDROID GOJO ITS EVERYTHING IVE WANTEDDDDD😭
I need like a whole SERIES of the mc finding a character in a trash can, taking it home, and it becoming obsessed with you. you just keep finding more and more until you have this giant harem of adorable (BUT EXTREMELY obsessed) desk pets
But Satoru is your first rescue cuz....ofc he is 🙄. In the aftermath, he keeps calling himself 'your first,' and you're 99.99% percent sure he doesn't mean it like that (he does, he so does).
hes a bit banged up but its nothing a few bolts and wires wont fix! he quickly becomes so grateful for you for saving him. he was trapped in garbage for so long and it was your soft hands that reached in and grabbed him. he'll always love you for that.
you clearly dont feel the same way, but thats okay! he can handle not being your #1 as long as he gets to be by your side. besides a part of him is very grateful you're so oblivious. he really doesnt want you to find the shrine he's made for you, secretly tucked away in the corner of your closet.
when you eventually find other abandoned nendroids and take them home he's obviously upset. i think at first, he'd find ways to make them 'disappear'. when youd ask where the new ones went, he'd make some story of them deciding to go off on their own! or something like that.
eventually tho, he would be fine with teaming up with a select few of the nendroids you save...especially if he sees they share the same ideals as he does. power in numbers, right?
Thinking about sitting in Toji’s lap which has become your designated spot these days.
When he rolls his blunts or joints, when he’s paying bills or on the phone with a friend, when he wants you to cuddle with him, or maybe get each other off on the couch— it’s yours.
Even has his hand out to help you like a princess getting on her thrown. Twirls his finger so you can show off your outfit to him, takes your hand before you sit in his lap and he nuzzled his face in your neck, “You’re a fuckin smoke show doll. Fuck me.”
It makes the guy chuckle, end of his eyes crinkling while he pats your thighs, “You’re such a daddy’s girl baby, can’t help yourself can you?”
Oh.
Oooohhh, did it do something to your insides. Made you feel all warm and tingly all over. Pussy clenching. You try to brush it off, looking towards the tv that’s not on- the speaker that plays his favorite music, anything to keep yourself distracted. but Tojis hand will slowly creep up your spine, up to your nape, thumbing the curls that lay there. “You’re my good kid, aren’t you gorgeous?”’
“Toji.” It almost comes out as a soft moan but you have restraint, only leaning into his caress. You’re sure he can feel the heat growing under your skin. His eyes trail all over you, emerald green eyes trained on you like you’re the only thing existing. “So damn beautiful kiddo, you know that? My perfect girl.”
a/n: ‘Toji :P’ will be my tag for this hc. Hold on all.
I had femjo on the brain when I had thought how perfect she'd work in an obsession AU.
Like imagine she's been working so hard lately trying to charm the cute girl (reader) in her physics class. They've gone so far in just a few months. They eat lunch now just about every day, they hang out at Toru's place to watch movies, and they even go shopping on the weekends. Toru's tested the waters and tried flirting and she actually flirted back! She's decided that she'll confess and ask out reader that weekend. Only for reader to cancel last minute, not just their weekly movie nights but every single outing as well. Apparently she has a boyfried now that she's head over heels for. Some wimpy bastard she recognizes from their class. He always sits in the back and makes up the dumbest excuses to talk to reader. It's obvious he had a crush on reader but Toru always made sure to keep him far from her. They never talked let alone made eye contact how did he make his move? Toru has tried talking to reader and asking what's going on, but the most reader will say is that she loves her new boyfriend so so so so so so much and she doesn't have time for friends or anyone who's not him.
It's all so strange and not like reader at all. Toru would be proven right when weeks later reader's 'boyfriend' is desperately knocking at her door covered in blood and vomit holding some magic sticks. He's begging her to help him and tells her he made a wish that reader would love him more then anyone in the fucking world and now it's gone wrong. He knows reader is her friend and wants Toru to wish he'd never made his wish so he can try again and make her love him a normal amount. And suddenly all the pieces start falling into place. Toru smiles and pretends to go along with it, she won't use up her precious wish on this loser. Not when she has other ways to deal with scum like him. She'll save her wish for reader. She's sure reader will say yes if Toru asks her, once she's back in her right senses and her pathetic excuse for a boyfriend is dead. And if she doesn't… well she already knows the magic stick works.
i think ive reread this like five times now i cant help it INCREDIBLE i love that femjo lowkey took ians place instead of bear.
in the end, it doesnt matter if the you love her or not. once everything is revealed and she basically makes herself the hero of your story...you have to at least try to date her right?
do other people see how disinterested ms moon is and figure they might as well try their luck with gojo ? i honestly can see him taking advantage of that situation.
trying to make her jealous or blaming the unwanted attention he gets on ms moon because she doesn’t want him ajskajdkwjsk. either way, he’ll make sure it’s her problem.
Ohhh OMGGGG SUCH A GOOD POINT hear me out rq
I think Gojo catches onto the fact other ppl are into him and he’s delusional and enough to try to make you jealous.
The thing is tho….if you don’t play his game he’ll take it out on the other person.
The last time it happened it was his assistant. Maybe she just wanted to climb the ranks of the corporate office. Maybe she rlly wanted your role as a house wife. You barely reacted to her feeling up your husband in galas, or how they giggled together in the corners. You didn’t care.
Gojo didn’t appreciate it.
Less than a day later, that assistant is fired and arrested on financial fraud. It’s a 15 year sentence. Her entire career is ruined. As she’s escorted out by the cops, she’s begging to anyone she could that she did not do it.
You believe her.
So now, you play up the jealous wife. You drag him away whenever someone gets too close. You keep him with you at parties and galas. He loudly sighs about having such a possessive wife but you both know how much he enjoys this.
Todo aoi is such a good brother :( like anytime you get overwhelmed he’s there cooing at you while you tremble — cradled in his thick arms . Locs down , whispering sweet nothings by your ear “ shhhh shhhh sis m’ here c’mon lay back we’ll get those mean feelings in check yeah ? “ black t-shirt glued to his abdomen and matching sweatpants hanging low , sniffling you pout at him with one last nod and within the next second he’s eatin’ your pretty cunt , nose first with his chain bumping in between your cheeks <3
(warnings: yandere(?), mei mei being weird, gojo fantasizes about killing her TT, dubcon but not rlly)
Satoru knew she shouldn’t have invited you.
Not because of you. There is nothing wrong with you. She’s so happy you made it to her birthday party, no matter how nonchalant she acts. There isn’t anything wrong with her either, at least, not anymore. These days, she’s gotten good at hiding the lump in her throat every time she sees you. She can ignore the jolt in her heart every time she hears your laugh. She can catch herself from staring at you like she’s in–
So, no, Satoru shouldn’t have invited you because of you. Satoru shouldn’t have invited you because she knew you would bring Mei Mei.
“You’re glaring, again.” Suguru comments.
Satoru works her jaw, but she can't seem to rip her gaze off you two. You were giggling at something Mei said that could not possibly be that funny. Mei's hand had not left your hip since the beginning of the evening.
“I’m not,” Satoru says.
“You’re glowering, actually.” Shoko corrects and Satoru’s pretty sure she’s only here for the free booze. Shoko could hardly care about the expensive restaurant Satoru rented out for the night or anything else she set up. She came to drink and judge.
“I’m not,” Satoru hisses, but even she can hear the venom in her tone. It’s thick, the kind that sticks to the top of her mouth. She clicks her tongue, like she’s trying to roll back the poison.
“I just don’t get what’s so great about her.” She starts as you laugh at yet another joke Mei made. If she’s so funny, she should consider a career in comedy.
“Can you stop thirsting over my enemy’s boobs, please?” Satoru tried not to look down at her nearly non-existent pair.
They weren’t even that big, anyway. Mei probably padded them. Or they were fake. Besides, Satoru was sure you didn’t care about looks or how big her tits were. You go for personality. Satoru has a great personality.
“What are you talking about? Your personality is shit,” Suguru tells her.
“So is Mei’s.” Satoru argues.
“Somehow, she’s slightly less arrogant than you are.” Shoko takes a sip of her drink. “You two would make a perfect couple, honestly.”
Satoru wrinkles her nose. “Eugh, don’t even joke about that. I’m pretty sure she’s like…a distant cousin, or something.”
Maybe a family friend, she isn’t sure. She’s known Mei Mei since she was a kid. Her family was on the outskirts of the Gojo’s for as long as she can remember. She used to call those types of people leeches, the kind that try to mooch off of her family and wealth and status, eager for a morsel of what she is.
“If you hate her so much, then why did you invite her?” Suguru asks.
“I didn’t.” Satoru groans.
She invited you and then you invited your girlfriend because, of course you did. It’s not like Satoru could say no, either. Technically she knew Mei longer than she knew you. It’d be weird if she invited her acquaintance’s girlfriend and not the acquaintance.
“I’m just saying I could be…” Toru trails off.
“Better?” Suguru finishes her sentence.
Satoru gives a helpless shrug, but yeah, she did think she was better than Mei. She’d never ask directly, but she’s heard rumors of your relationship. Apparently Mei insisted on you paying, even though she came from old money herself. Satoru also heard that Mei forced you into an open relationship where she gets to go out on weekends while you have to stay home alone.
If you’d chosen her, Satoru would never dare make you take out your wallet. She would never leave you alone at night. Satoru may have been a pretty shit girlfriend in her previous relationships, but she knows with you she’d be different. Being with you would change her. You’d make her softer and less guarded. You might even convince her to get the therapy she and the rest of the Gojo family line desperately needed. You’d fix whatever was wrong with her. She knows it.
If only you’d chosen her.
Shoko steps on her foot. Satoru hisses.
“Your ‘one and only’ is headed our way,” Shoko tells her.
Sure enough, you’d slipped out of Mei’s grasp, walking up to them with a large smile on your lips. When your eyes meet hers, you give an excited wave. Satoru returns it.
Satoru tries not to fix her hair. She looks amazing. She always looks amazing. People have told her she looks like a model when she’s practically rolled out of bed. Hell, agencies have practically begged her to model for them. She gets confession letters from strangers every week. She always looks effortlessly amazing. You just have a bad habit of making her want to double check.
“Don’t say that.” Satoru mumbles as her eyes cling to your form. “You act like I’m obsessed or something.”
“You are, though.” Suguru reminds her. “To the point where you ignore every red flag waving in your face.”
Satoru fights the urge to grimace. You have no red flags. You’re just caught in a really bad relationship right now. Before she can defend you, you’ve reached their table.
You greet Shoko and Suguru first. They return your hug just as enthusiastically. Your eyes glimmer when you turn to Satoru. She feels a lump form in the back of her throat.
“There’s our birthday girl! Toru!” You cheer, swathing Satoru in the tightest hug. She gets a whiff of your perfume. It’s something light but expensive. She memorizes the scent, breathing you in. She hopes you can’t hear the thudding of her heartbeat. It’s loud in her ears. Almost painful. Being around you is painful.
“Hey.” Satoru says, returning your hug. “I’m really glad you made it.”
You lean back, meeting her eyes. Your eyes crinkle in warm affection. The music switches to something a little more upbeat on the dance floor.
“Of course, Toru.” You tell her. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Satoru’s stomach flip flops and she tries not to think too much about your words.
“So.” You lean on her table, tilting your head in her direction. “What’s it like finally being 21?”
You reach into your bag, grabbing your over priced lip oil that might be cherry or strawberry flavored. She’s always wanted to know, but she can’t bring herself to ask. Instead, she watches as you smear it all over your lips. It’s not even meant to be seductive. You just have that effect on her, sometimes–all the time.
She glances over at her watered down drink. She hates alcohol. She’s stuck to soda all night.
“Drinking legally isn’t as fun.”
To be honest, she only says that to hear your sweet laugh. It works. You sound like bells in the wind or whatever romantics are supposed to think when they’re in love. She's not the best with words. You sound beautiful. She loves your laugh.
“That’s what everyone says.” You tell her like you’re decades apart and not just a couple years older than her.
You act like a mother sometimes. A part of her hates it when you do that. She wishes you could see her as the woman she is instead of the stupid pudgy kid you met all those years ago. She wishes you wouldn’t be as coddling or borderline-condescending with your voice and tone.
Another part of her wonders how you’d react if she called you mommy.
“Girls.” On cue, your voice is low and strict. Satoru squeezes her thighs together.
You look at the three disapprovingly.
“Why are we sitting here instead of the dance floor? Up up up! Let’s go dance!” You urge.
Shoko shrugs and gets to her feet. Suguru follows, but Satoru knows she’s only going to piss her off. As if to prove that, Suguru lingers by your side, like she’s trying to get a whiff of your perfume. She gives Satoru a smug look. Satoru tries not to react.
As much as she wants to grind on you, Satoru doesn’t move as you drag her friends to the dance floor. Shoko downs the last of her drink. Suguru carries her cup with her.
“I’ll be there in a bit.” Satoru gestures to her drink. “Lemme finish up.”
You wave her off as you continue tugging on her friends. You had your nails done—a light pastel pink. It’s her favorite color. She loves pink. It looks incredible on you.
Your dress is short, ending just below your thigh. If you bent over, she would probably see your ass. The dress hugs your curves so nicely. It’s a shade of blue. Her shade of blue.
It means nothing. She knows nothing you did tonight meant anything. Your words, your voice, your clothes were all just coincidences she was seeing because she was an idiot who was head over heels in love with someone she couldn’t have.
Suguru was right. She was obsessed with you. She thought about you every day. Sometimes she even dreams about you and your smile and she swears she wants to keep her dreams family-friendly but she can’t help fantasizing about you in even less clothes.
She can’t help but wonder how you’d sound in bed. What sort of noises would you make? Are you loud or are you quiet? She really hoped you were the latter. She really hoped you played hard to get, the type who’d have to make her work for your moans and whimpers. She wanted to earn pleasure from you.
This isn’t healthy. She’s not delusional enough to think it is. Her friends are right. She needs to move on, find someone else. Clearly, you’re happy with Mei, you won’t be leaving her anytime soon. She lost hope in that a long time ago. No matter how many times you two broke up and spent time apart, you always ended up finding each other. From the outside, it’s borderline painful to watch.
It would be nice to have a bit of closure, though. Maybe she should tell you about her feelings so she can completely move on? Then she could cut contact and never think about you again.
It would be nice to have closure. A drop. Barely a crumb.
“Drooling over my girlfriend while I’m right here? That’s bold of you.”
Immediately, Satoru wipes her mouth. Shit, she was drooling.
She doesn’t turn in Mei’s direction. She already knows her face would be smug and detestable and punchable.
“I was just thinking.”
Mei hums, sliding into Shoko’s seat despite being uninvited. Satoru’s forced to sit in an uncomfortable silence for eons. After a while, she starts to squirm off her seat, eager to join you and her friends. You three seemed to be having way more fun than she was on her birthday. Shoko’s already drunk and laughing, tripping in her heels as you try to hold her up. You’re laughing too. You’re so pretty underneath the lights. The shade of the dress really brings out your eyes.
“I’m surprised you’re still carrying a torch. Thought you would’ve given up by now.”
She knows she should walk away, Mei is always looking to antagonize. Still, she keeps herself planted in her seat.
“Maybe I’m just waiting for your girlfriend to realize how shitty you are and finally dump you.”
Mei nods along, barely reacting to the bait. It makes Satoru even angrier. She can never get this woman to go lower. It’s aggravating that she always appears to take the ‘high road’ even when they both know that’s not true.
“That might not happen for a while.” She muses. “We’re more alike than you think.” She sends Satoru a coy smile through pointed lips, like she is laughing at a joke and Satoru’s the punchline.
Satoru averts her gaze.
“Why do you care about me anyway?” She prods. “Afraid I’ll steal your girl right under your nose?”
That’d probably never happen, not when Toru can see with her own eyes how much you adore Mei and treat her like a little sister. At this point, she’s saying words for the hell of it.
Mei laughs. It makes Satoru bristle.
“Steal? You’re a funny one.” Mei assures before contemplating something a bit more.
“Hm, maybe for the night. For a hefty sum, of course.”
It took Satoru a minute to understand what Mei insinuated.
Satoru’s face screws up in disgust.
“Don’t fucking joke about pimping out your girlfriend.” Satoru hisses as she swallows down the lurch of excitement. She squashes it down, pretending disgust was the only thing she felt at Mei’s words.
She laughs again.
“I wouldn’t exactly call it that,” she corrects.
“It’s something a bit tamer.”
“I’m leaving,” Satoru says.
She doesn’t move from her seat, as much as she knows she should. She should run and forget about Mei and how creepy she is. She should go to you and tell you how gross your girlfriend is.
Satoru doesn’t.
“I’m sure you always wished for closure as you pinned away,” Mei wonders, “wouldn’t it be nice to finally get that closure? For just one night?”
What she’s proposing isn’t closure. Closure is something Satoru gets herself. That was the only right answer.
Satoru opens her mouth. Nothing comes out.
Her gaze drifts over to where you were— smiling and happy. You look beautiful tonight. She never got the chance to tell you.
“Anything has a price, if you’re desperate enough,” Mei says.
Satoru’s eyes cling to your hips and the way you sway to the music. Her throat feels dry. She can feel her heart right in her mouth. She shouldn’t, she really shouldn’t.
“How much?” She finally brings herself to ask.
~
Even now, Satoru knows she could walk away.
Sitting here in Mei’s penthouse, twiddling her thumbs as she waits. The home the two of you shared was nice. Clearly, you decorated most of the living room. The glass coffee table held a tiny porcelain elephant. Soft washes of pastels filled the surrounding paintings. She could sniff out the lingering scent of linen in the air. She can’t imagine Mei doing a chore so domestic like laundry. The trace of you is everywhere. It makes her dizzy.
It’s so…couple-eque. Double. Complete. Every detail screams that she does not belong.
She could walk away. She should walk away. She still can.
Yet, she waits until Mei Mei comes back with a coy smile. Toru tries not to jump up when Mei points to the room sitting innocently behind her.
“All yours.” She trills sweetly.
Toru watches with a rabbit heartbeat as Mei starts putting on her jacket.
“Where are you going?” She calls.
“Giving the two of you some alone time.” Mei responds. “So you can go all out. No need to feel shy.”
Toru’s about to bristle, argue she isn’t shy, or maybe she’s about to leave herself. She doesn’t know what she’s about to do, because Mei’s already gone and the apartment is quiet all over again.
She could still walk away.
That’s what Toru repeats to herself over and over again as she slowly makes her way to the bedroom. She hasn’t gone too far, yet. She could turn back, forget about whatever she was about to do. Everything would be fine if she turned back right now.
Her hands shake as she turns the golden knob.
Satoru’s heart drops into her stomach the moment she sees you.
You’re gorgeous, as you always are. In public, you never show that much skin, leaving everything up to the imagination. In your private sanctuary, she can see every curve and roll of soft skin she fantasized about for years. The frilly babydoll you wear perfectly accentuates your tits. Your thighs are open and casually laid out, giving her a hint of lacy blue panties–her color. You’re splayed out on your velvety soft bed, ripe for the taking.
It’d be perfect, if not for one thing.
You were blindfolded.
“Where did you go off to?” You ask in a tone Toru’d never heard before, blindly reaching for her.
You thought she was Mei–your girlfriend.
Satoru wondered how Mei convinced you into playing along. Toru hadn’t realized Mei just hadn’t. That was just like her to take the easier option in the name of profit. Like she has this entire night, Satoru curses out Mei’s name.
She could still turn back. She hasn’t gone too far, yet. Nothing’s been ruined. If she walked out now, everything would be just as it were.
“Come here.” You coo, grabbing onto air again. “I’m getting cold.” Your voice sinks into a sultry whisper.
She follows your voice, helpless to your pleas. When she barely touches the bed, you reach for her, tugging on her hand, bringing her close to you.
She can feel you as she slowly crawls into the bed. Every inch of your shape and form. Toru traces shaky fingers across your neck. You sigh in delight as she touches you, letting her map out every trace of your skin.
“You feel so nice,” you purr as she cups your face. She wants to say something too, but she’s too scared of breaking this fantasy she’s dreamed of for so long. She wants to keep it for just a bit longer.
Your lips are wet with desire. It’s clearly a trap. Once she does this, there’s no going back.
She falls for it: hook, line, and sinker.
The kiss is slow and tentative, like she’s trying not to break you. You kiss her back, melding your lips back into her own. It’s sweet. She tastes a bit of that cherry lip oil you were teasing her with earlier that night. It’s just as addicting as your perfume.
Eventually, she can’t help herself. Neither can you, from the way you grab her hips, allowing her to straddle you. The kiss turns ravenous–like you want to devour her just as desperately she wants to devour you.
When you pull away, there’s a trail of blood on your lips. It’s not yours.
“Someone’s excited.” You giggle before she really needs you to stop talking and make her forget she’s doing something terrible. She kisses you again, pushing you down into the bed.
You collide into a pile of pillows. She follows. It’s so easy–you make things so easy. When you silently tug off her clothes, she can’t help but blindly follow. She shrugs off her dress, letting it fumble onto a heap on the floor as she gets back on top of you. At this point, she’s more naked than you–barely clothed in her bra and panties. She’s more than happy to level the playing field.
She’s more eager to tear off your own clothes. You giggle again as she shrugs off the straps of your dress, revealing your perfect tits. The way they bounce is almost pornographic. She freezes as she stares.
As if to guide her, you reach for her, grabbing her by the back of the neck to coax her down. She follows, instinctively opening her mouth just as she meets your plush tits.
Once she starts, it’s like she can’t stop. You’re intoxicating as she latches onto your nipples, feeling at your skin. Her other hand reaches for your other one, not wanting to abandon any part of you as she continues to worship your breasts. Above her, you’re moaning like you’re being paid for it, your sighs and hitches turning into whines and meaningless words.
You encourage her with your hand on the back of her head, delicately carding through her hair as she continues to take your fill. Only when she snaps out of her euphoria and lifts herself up, does she realize her panties have severely dampened.
She’s never been this wet in her life.
And apparently, you’re just as greedy.
“Hurry up,” you whisper, tugging on her again.
“Need you.”
‘Gimme a second, pretty girl,’ she desperately wants to say but she keeps quiet because this fantasy is hers and hers only, ‘so needy.’ Not that she’s complaining.
You’ve already spread your legs by the time she’s gotten her panties off. She receives a good look at your pussy, barely covered by your thin panties. Her heart is going a mile a minute. She doesn’t know if it’s hotter to keep your panties on or if she should just rip them off right now. She doesn’t know what she wants to do with you first. Eat you out? Ride you until you’re both screaming?
You make the decision for her.
Firm hands grab her hips, hoisting her down as you straddle her. Your skin is sheen with sweat as you lower your hips onto hers, slightly pushing her back. She can barely compute what you’re doing until your clit kisses hers.
A small ‘oh fuck’ leaves her lips, before she’s slapping a hand over her mouth. You barely even registered it, practically mewling as you grind on her pussy. You’re insatiable, riding her like your life depended on it.
Sex crazed. Needy. Craving everything she could possibly give you and more.
Satoru has to bite her tongue so she doesn’t accidentally yell ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’ in the middle of the greatest fuck of her life.
A terrible thought crosses Satoru’s mind that has her rolling her eyes to the back of her head as yet another bolt of pleasure goes through her.
Is she fucking you better than your girlfriend?
It’s a terrible thought. A horrible one. But your breathless moans are making her pussy tighten and spasm in ways she’s never felt before.
You yelp when she grabs your hips, forcing you to go faster than before as you sink into her. Her grip is so tight she knows she’ll leave marks on you tomorrow. Mei Mei might even be the one who finds them.
Mei, you basically pimped you out the moment she knew she had something to gain. Mei, who only cares about money, not the beautiful girlfriend she has at home, who’s currently making Satoru see stars.
Satoru wants to fuck you better than Mei. She wants you to scream louder than you ever have with her. She wants you to have the best sex of your life before she has to let you go, back to your poor excuse of a girlfriend.
Satoru can treat you better, and she can fuck you better.
If she were Mei, she’d never even dream of sharing you, no matter how many millions anyone threw at her.
You’d be hers, until your bodies crumbled into ash and dust, and even in the afterlife she’d still be fucking you. She’d fuck you until the end of time and even then some. No one would be able to pull her away, not even the devil himself. There’s no place she’d rather be than grinding on top of you, feeling your pussy clench against hers. She reaches out to rub at your clit. You whine and you shake above her as you grow closer and closer to the edge.
She comes at the same time as you do. You slump onto her shoulder, too weak to do anything as you both ride out your orgasms in a silent scream. She clings onto you after the last wave has passed and her pussy is still clenching at nothing. You pepper her neck with chaste kisses. She closes her eyes in the aftercare, laying you on the bed right next to her.
She fits against you perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle. Your head settles in the crook of her neck, leaving love bites on her collarbone. Satoru lets you snake your arms around her waist. She brings you closer to her side, wanting to inhale your comforting scent.
You’re an addiction. She already knew that. There was no way she could stop at just once. She needed this fix for the rest of her life.
She had to do something about Mei. She knows a few people who could get things done. She’d just need an excuse to get it done. An alibi. Then she could pathetically worm her way into your heart when it’s all said and done. You’d need a shoulder to cry on, right? She could be that shoulder for as long as you need her to be. She could be anything you wanted–
“Oh, and Toru?”
Satoru goes cold. Out of panic, she lifts herself up. Your grip tightens around her waist, keeping her there. Your blindfold is still on. She wonders if it’s all that opaque as she initially thought.
