INSATIABLE ⸻ Gojo Satoru
synopsis ⸻ So you made a deal with a demon who looks awfully exactly like your new boss. Must be a coincidence, right?
pairing ⸻ incubus gojo x reader x ceo gojo
cw ⸻ MDNI, NSFW, Alternate Universe—Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe—Different Powers, Demonic powers, mention of blood, P0rn With Plot, P0rn with Feelings, Childhood Trauma, Exhibitionism, Manhandling, Supernatural Elements, Demonic Rituals, Threesome, Office Romance, oral (m! receiving), Office S*x, Filthy AF.
wc ⸻ 13k
<<< PART ONE || kinktober schedule
a/n: the lore came to me at my lowest (when summer starts i get fucked)
PART TWO
Gojo Satoru believes he is a decent man. Except when it comes to you, he is basically a pathetic loser who cannot make a single wise decision.
He has always been a fumbling mess around you since you two were kids. The first time you visited his residence with your grandmother, you looked filled with life. He was never the most lively kid on the block, but something about your infectious smile made his cautious child self let you hold his hand and drag him to the nearest playground. You only ever visited him thrice as that cheerful kid. He did not hear or see you after the third visit, and with time he stopped looking forward to you visiting.
So, Satoru did not hear of you in those next few years. It wasn't until he was a teenager, when he heard about you through his grandmother. She was telling his mother about how concerned she was for this friend’s family, who were in the same field of business as her, shamans. She spoke about how her friend's granddaughter was having a hard time because her powers were awakened. Back then he did not give it much or any thought. It has been years since he last remembered your playdates while your grandmothers did some 'crazy stuff,' in Satoru's good words, in his grandmother's home office. In all honesty, he forgot about you.
Hence, he just told himself, “Damn, that must suck.” And moved on with his life.
It could be said that it was his fortune and misfortune that he could see these entities from the very day he was born. Unlike you, who was suddenly thrust into this unknown and supernatural world. He did not get the privilege of being sheltered away from these concepts, so he had to adapt early.
It was not until he met you in high school that he could not stop thinking about you. He heard rumors about you even before he saw you. And by putting two and two together, he figured you were the same person his grandmother spoke of, the same person who used to drag him to playgrounds, and the same person who's supposedly going through a rough time currently.
He was not even in your class; he was in the class across from you. He would often see you at the very end of the class no matter how many times the seating chart changed. And you looked nothing like the girl he vaguely remembers in his memories. Sure, your physical features remained the same, but you looked pale, there were undeniable and dark bags under your eyes, and you looked lonely. It was as if someone took that hopeful little girl and sucked the soul out of her.
“Hey Satoru, you know that girl next door? She is a freak, dude!” The kid next to his seat burst out in laughter, with others joining in with him.
“Yeah, totally! I was in the same middle school as her, and she just did the weirdest things! Oof, it's giving me shivers!” Another guy would chime in with his annoying comments.
“Then is it true that she can see ghosts?” The first guy asked him, and everyone started looking at him expectantly, and the second guy looked all nervous. ‘Probably getting all that attention for the first time,’ Satoru thought to himself.
Before that loser (according to Satoru) could go off on some lame tangent about bashing you for his one minute of fame, Satoru stood up from his seat and walked away. Sure, everyone was staring at him, but at that point he was used to it. With the few minutes he still had in his hand from the recess period, he walked up the stairs to the rooftop, where technically he or any student, wasn't allowed to be. Yet quite a few people went there, and Satoru was one of them. But he managed to get the timing perfect so he would never run into some other kid.
That day, he fucked up that timing. Because that was the day he met you.
Satoru slammed open the door without any care, thinking he was the only person there. Which is why he jumped a few steps back when he saw a girl sitting on the concrete slab where he usually takes a nap when Suguru or Shoko aren't at school, or he just would rather get fucked by himself (everyone has those days).
The girl did not look back at him even once. Nor did she even flinch a little to check for the source of the noise that suddenly came barging onto the roof. Satoru stood there like a statue for a few good minutes and then started moving around to sneakily catch a glimpse of you. He stood behind you and leaned down just enough to notice your wired earphones tangled up and messy, plugging your ears. And dark circles under your eyes, and your eyelids heavy with maybe poor quality of sleep or just gloomy clouds similar to the ones covering the sky that day.
Satoru was so immersed in you that unknowingly he leaned down a little too much, a little too conspicuously to not be noticed. So you took out your earphones and looked up to see what this new shadow was that was covering you. And there he was in his six-foot-tall, ivory-haired, and azure-blue-eyed glory—Gojo Satoru, the talk of the school and everyone's heartthrob.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You did not even flinch when you saw him, just looked up at him with furrowed brows and annoyance.
“Uhhh—nothing?” He said as nonchalantly as he could as he sat down to your right on the concrete slab. For someone who's famous in the entire school and neighboring schools for being a nonchalant guy who only gets all goofy with his closest people, a very private and mysterious man, the whole deal! He sure was acting way off his usual self.
“Alright, sure.” With a few words you went back to what you were doing, looking off into nowhere in particular with your ears plugged with music he could not hear.
And there around you he saw an aura he had never seen around anyone before. It wasn't something shiny or an omnipotent source of light, but rather something dark and gloomy but so tempting and inviting. It was no wonder why he saw so many entities of all kinds of varieties looming around the rooftop. Not exactly near you, because around you was an impenetrable force they could not breach—he assumed it had something to do with your grandmother—so they lurked in the shadows, behind walls, and just on the threshold of the line they were drooling to cross.
“You’re not gonna ask me anything else?” He leaned towards you and took out your earplug.
To this day, he cannot answer why he exactly did that. Sure, some might say he is obnoxious and egotistical, but he is not those things to the point he doesn't know where and when he is not welcome.
“I will have to ask you to fuck off if you are going to keep annoying me.” You looked at him without a clear expression on your face as if you've been encountering annoying and intrusive people all your life and have become desensitized to them.
“Sorry. Just that—" He did not know what he was even saying or why he was even trying to make small talk. He hates small talk.
“Are you going to say something or just keep spouting a bunch of nothing blah?” You were right; he was basically saying nothing for someone who basically initiated this entire interaction.
“Yeah… I don't know what I want to say.” You blinked twice at his nervous face and took out your left earplug and shoved it in his ear and plugged the other one back in your ear, then went back to staring forward.
“Then don't say anything.”
Gojo Satoru thinks that's the day he instantly fell in love with you.
From there on, it was trying to catch attention however he could: by getting good grades or getting on the basketball team (even though they have been begging him since he started his freshman year), getting into competitions and hoping you'd participate in one so he gets a chance to run into you, or trying to figure out what club you're a part of.
But soon he figured out you basically did not exist. Peers, seniors, and everyone avoided you; even teachers didn't bother to speak to you other than to take your attendance. Your grades were horrible even though you were just a freshman; you didn't do anything other than attend classes, and even then you'd skip classes and spend your day at the rooftop or by the rabbit shed at the back of the school. That no one spoke to you; they just spoke about you.
Sometimes he'd hear about how poorly your classmates were treating you, and he'd think back to why he always saw you on the same bench by the windows in the back. It was as if you were confined to this one little corner you were not allowed to come out of, or rather, you did not have the privilege of stepping out of. And every time he'd hear about something shitty that happened to you, because word travels fast, especially if you are in classes across from one another, he'd run to the rooftop, and there he'd find you listening to the same indie music album over and over, by some artist he had never heard before until he shared earphones with you.
Two weeks after meeting you, two weeks after trying to get your attention, he heard how your classmates broke into your locker and drenched all your textbooks in orange juice. He heard about that from Shoko, when she casually mentioned that incident while sneaking a smoke in between classes in the abandoned classroom on the third floor. And he ran out without any thought, straight to the rooftop.
He found you exactly where he met you, with your earphones, messy uniform, and cheeks stained with tear streaks.
Satoru walked up to you without a word and sat down beside you, on your right. He put out his palm as if asking for something, and you stared at his face. He did not look at you; he just stared ahead. Then you looked at his empty palm and then back to his face, which was slowly starting to look a little pink. You took out your left earplug and placed it on his palm and sat there staring at nothing like he did, while you two shared earphones like last time and listened to him hum along to the melodies of the songs he kind of liked. Until the bell rang and you got back up and walked away without a word. It has been a habit since then. He'd rush to you when you'd be at your worst and silently just sit there with you. He wouldn't give you unsolicited advice or words of comfort; just his presence and your secret little tradition were enough.
After that you saw a lot more of him. Intervening when people would whisper about you in the hallways, he'd come up to you and drape his arm over your shoulder and act all familiar talking about classes and random things. You'd shrug him off and walk ahead as fast as you could. If someone wrote something mean on your desk, you'd find him cleaning it with some rubbing alcohol he told you he borrowed from the janitor. Sometimes you'd stumble upon him defending you to people he had no business or interest talking to.
“Fuck off, alright. Why are you acting so obsessed with that freak?” Some guy would say, one of many who'd find bullying you the most entertaining way to spend their time.
“I mean, you are the one acting all obsessed with her, and yeah, I can see why.” With a sly smirk on his face, he would continue, “If I had a shitty personality on top of being a loser, I'd also stoop that low to get a pretty girl's attention. But not that I have to worry about that.” Satoru’s comments would easily get to people; they'd prick them in the worst way possible.
He got into brawls, arguments, and fights with others over you. Which always made you feel burdened. After being so unfamiliar with such kindness, you'd try to pull away from him. If he got into any fights, he'd find a box of Band-Aids and his favorite candies by the concrete slab at the rooftop. Those would be the only traces of you he'd find for the next few days. It’d feel like he was being punished for misbehaving, which did make him try and control his tongue and fists.
“Oi, Suguru. You listen to a lot of emo shit, right?” Satoru said with his arms folded and perched on the window stool, looking out towards the front gate.
“It's not fucking emo—whatever. Yeah, why?” Suguru rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair and looked at Satoru's back.
“You know this song?” Satoru hummed the melody along with broken lyrics he barely picked up from one of the songs from the album you always listened to on repeat. It was his favorite track off the album. He always wanted to ask you about it, but then again, he always gets too busy staring at your face when you two are together.
Suguru wanted to ask him where he heard that song, because it was not a song Satoru would typically listen to with his usual Madonna and Britney Spears on rotation. But Suguru didn't press Satoru for answers; he just told him the name of the song and the artist.
Later that night Satoru looked up the song, the album it's on, and the artist. He thought to himself how fitting the name of the album was for you, and then he went through their entire discography and tried to gather all the information he could on them, like how girls his age usually research their crush’s favorite sports team and gather information to make conversation with them. If someone asks, that was the peak of his high school experience.
The next day, Satoru was more excited to go to school than usual. He knew the name of your favorite album and the artist! And he wanted to talk to you about it. He finally had something to say to you, other than the word ‘pretty’ constantly running laps in his mind, teetering to slip from his tongue every time he was near you. He went up to the rooftop before assembly, hoping you were there; you weren't. He tried between classes to maybe catch you by the shed or at the rooftop since he couldn't see your seat from his reassigned seat then. You weren't in either of those places. You didn't even go up to the rooftop during recess. Nor did you go there after the last period. When he asked around, he heard from your homeroom teacher that you were absent.
You were also absent the next day, and the day after, and for the entire week. You never showed up to school after that. After two weeks, he heard from the same teacher that you transferred. You had left without even a proper goodbye.
And he would be lying if he said he was not angry about it. He would certainly be lying if he said the thought of how he did not even matter enough to you that you did not even bid him goodbye did not cross his mind. But when his overheightened teenage emotions calmed down, he felt upset, not just about the fact that you had disappeared without a trace, but also about how invalid his anger was. Because he knows the only reason you left was probably because of how hard it was for you to even exist around those people at school.
But with some wise and not very subtle questions, he found out from his grandmother that your family moved cities for your sake. And he only wished that you found some peace there, with hopes of one day meeting you under better circumstances.
Even though you were not even in his near vicinity anymore, he could not forget you. He accepted random confessions from girls at school and got dumped basically immediately after because anyone could tell he was invested elsewhere. So eventually he gave up and gave in to the feelings you evoked within him. And to satiate his undying fretting and anxiousness over your well-being, he frequently asked his grandmother about you. He would lead with not-so-subtle questions, and knowing her grandson, his grandmother would cough up about you after teasing him a little.
But he never really got any good news; it was always that you moved, and one way or another the rumors and the bullying followed you. It wasn't until he graduated high school; that's when he heard how you moved abroad. And for once he had let out a sigh of relief that you were not about to be haunted by those rumors or unkindness, or at least he hoped so.
Over the years, Satoru tried to get in touch with you. He tried looking for you on social media, if you had anyone you were on decent terms with who had some way to reach out to you, though to no one’s surprise there was no one like that. He even tried to coerce his grandmother into somehow getting your number, to which she told him, “Do not force fate, Satoru. Let it do its job.”
Which he found stupid.
Then, your grandmother died. He had never been to your house before, and to think it was happening on such a morbid occasion made his chest hurt. But he also could feel the same giddiness in his stomach he felt all those years ago sharing the same earphone with you. And he felt terrible for it; your grandmother had just died, and all he could think about was your face, how you looked after all these years, and how you were doing, this budding hope in his heart that perhaps you are doing better.
Sadly, he did not find out all that. Because you could not make it on time for her wake or the funeral.
After that, all he could think about was what his grandmother had told him about fate. ‘Let it do its job,’ she had said. Perhaps it was fate that you and Gojo Satoru were never supposed to meet again.
Just about when he accepted that as a fact, he was proved wrong.
It wasn't long after he was promoted to being the CEO of his family’s company that he met you again. Being born as a Gojo, it was inevitable to have become a cog in the machine that is his family's conglomerate corporate chains of companies. One of the big three in the nation. And probably big enough to be ranked pretty high in the world.
Without any passion, other than chasing down the love of his life and math, Satoru did not mind taking over the company. In fact that is what he always thought he was going to do! Therefore, it was a pleasant surprise, to say the least, when he found out you were now an employee of his.
He still remembers that day quite clearly. His first day as the new CEO.
“I hope you'll be taking your position and responsibilities seriously, Sato.” Mr. Gojo clinked his glass with Satoru’s to toast to his son's new position.
“I know, Dad. You should get going; I can't keep the president of Gojo Corp. holed up in my office.”
Satoru’s father chuckled away at his joke like it was the funniest thing ever. While Satoru sneakily emptied his glass into the trash can beside the couch in his office. No one needs to witness lightweight Gojo on the very first day at the main office.
“Sure, sure, Mr. CEO, but you're as busy as me now, though, probably even busier! That's why I got you promoted!” Mr. Gojo broke into another fit of laughter, and his secretary had to somehow get him out of there while he was still laughing his ass off at his own (horrible) joke. Satoru has always felt bad for his father's secretary; he has seen that man tolerate his father's bad jokes since Satoru was in kindergarten. Truly an ironclad man.
It could be guessed where Satoru gets his sense of humor from.
“This is the—uh—operations department, sir.” Ijichi spoke, almost too tired to show Satoru the rest of the departments.
Satoru only hummed, peering into the department through its glass doors like he did with the rest of the departments. But this section of the building particularly had something—or someone—that piqued his interest more than others.
It was you. It was definitely you!
There was no way he could be wrong. He can see you from miles away, and he'd still know. He would know even if your face were completely different, if your name changed, if you grew an extra foot taller, and even if your voice changed. Gojo Satoru has intimate knowledge of your existence beyond your physical form; in death and in life, he would be drawn to you like bees to pollen.
That day, when he saw you after God knows how many years, you looked different. And not much different, you seemed as though you had more on your shoulders than ever. the eye bags under your eyes were worse than he remembers, your skin looked dull, and you still had quite a horde of entities trying to follow you around.
Yet still, you were as gorgeous as ever, if not more so, than he remembered.
That day he really wanted to walk up to you like nothing and ask you if you still remembered him, if you could recognize him, and if the little time you spent with him meant anything to you. Did you also lie awake staring at your ceiling thinking about him instead of sleeping? Or maybe you have no recollection of high school altogether.
Either way, he wanted to know you again, to be able to chat with you easily. He wanted to have access to your presence in his life, and he wanted to make it a constant.
But to do that, he could not have gone up to you then and there. Not in the department where you work in the company of which he is the CEO. That is not going to be a solid meet-cute or a good backstory to reminisce about in the future when your kids ask him, ‘How did you and mom fall in love?’
For the sake of his future children, he walked away that day.
But you working under him—maybe not very directly, but still for him—meant that he could have the pleasure of knowing about your well-being and also have access to you on his monitor through the master security access he has over all the cameras in the building.
Some might call it creepy; Gojo Satoru calls it prep work! and self-indulgence.
The first month of taking over as a CEO was bad. Taking up a course thinking it will be easy as shit, but it turned out to be the worst class of your life, kind of bad. It was obvious the work he was going to be doing as the CEO was going to be more intense than being a department head at one of Gojo Corp’s tech companies. But he did not know most of the work was just calibrating. He really expected it was going to be just signing documents, and even that part was ridiculously labor intensive.
So imagine how tripped out he was about finding an oasis of hope in his so far predictable and straining life. The Oasis that is you, meeting you again.
He always told himself that if he ever met you again, he'd know, "This is it."
If he didn't, then he'd be just too busy pining and yearning over you hopelessly to find someone; maybe he would've had the whole cliche. A nepo baby CEO marries a rich heiress for family and business, and they live in a loveless marriage until someone cheats and one of them gets into an accident! Plot twist: the wife is pregnant! And-
Alright, that's enough. Satoru should lay off his grandmother's daily soap opera.
Anyway, the point of the matter is, he needs to seize this opportunity! He is not throwing away this shot! (of course he likes Hamilton)
So, after many failed attempts at approaching you, trying to introduce himself at the break room only to be swarmed by the employees. Following you to the terrace, only to be dragged away by the smokers on a smoke break (he has never smoked in his life, only gotten high by secondhand smoke while hanging out with Suguru and Shoko).
Then that other time he had Ijichi try to summon you to his office, and that happened to be the day you took an off day. The timings just were not aligning; it was one thing after another. As if the universe itself was trying to keep you two away, as if you two met, there would be a cosmic collision, which would lead to the creation of two black holes, which might eventually merge and create one large enough black hole to destroy the entire fabric of the universe!
Or so Gojo Satoru and his dramatics may have interpreted the entire thing.
Hence, he had to adapt. After all, as the new big boss of his company, he has got to be flexible! It had to be a new plan in motion!
“PLEASEEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”
“No, Sato.” Satoru’s grandmother firmly stated, after furrowing her eyebrows and going back to solving her crossword, ignoring her grandson's absurd request.
“But—” Satoru started again in a pleading voice.
“If I am saying ‘No,’ it means no, Satoru; you're a grown man now, you should know that much.”
“BUT YOU’RE NOT EVEN HEARING ME OUT!”
“There is nothing to hear; what you're asking for is way too dangerous, and also nothing like a love spell even exists.” She stated in an unamused voice as her grandson kept staring up at her from where he sat on the floor of her room, by her feet, looking like a kicked puppy. But upon processing his grandmother’s words more carefully, a metaphorical and comical light bulb lit up above his head.
“If it does not exist, then how do you know it's dangerous?”
Satoru questioned his grandma after picking up the discrepancies in her answers, and he was right to do so. Her face quickly flashed from slight panic to her usual cool demeanor, but it was enough for Satoru to know she was lying to him.
“I KNEW IT! IT EXISTS!”
She sighs defeatedly, as if she ever stood a chance against her grandson, ever. Seeing his grandmother look so defeated, Satoru scrambled to find the last words to fully sell this idea he was pitching to his grandma.
“I mean—I am not even really asking for a ‘love potion.’ I am asking for more of a…visibility potion?” Satoru finishes with a "Why?" He was not sure either.
“Whatever is that?” His grandma squints, and doubts about this plan start seeping into her again.
“Like, you know, I would be more visible to her!” He tries to explain, seeing how he is starting to lose her again.
“You are not invisible to begin with, Sato. I cannot understand why you don't just try to go up to her and strike up a conversation! She was your dear friend at multiple stages of your life, and now she is your employee!”
“Exactly! She is now my employee. I just took over as the CEO; I don't want to be charged with harassment in case she thinks I am just being a creep trying to hit on her, on top of being heartbroken after she does not recognize me. Which I am sure she will not.” He sighs, and his shoulders shrug with the enthusiasm in his voice.
“You do know that you're the sole heir to everything we own with incredible lawyers?” His grandmother raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but that doesn't make it ok!” He tries to explain to his grandmother how easy it is to lose your position once you are found having an inappropriate workplace relationship.
"Well, I do not see any harm in trying to court the woman you love, but I do see harm in using a 'love potion'—or not—whatever it is that you are trying to make to slip yourself into her zeitgeist."
With that, Satoru knew he just lost this conversation, and so did his grandmother because, without any more words, she got up from where she sat, patted him on his shoulder, and walked away.
Now why are we talking about his sob-story-worthy failure of a romance epic? Because that one needs the context before understanding why Gojo Satoru did all the stupid things he did next. In the name of love, of course.
So, exactly how did Gojo Satoru make fissions of his own soul?
Nothing remarkable enough. But when you go behind your wise old godmother’s back and fuck around in her basement trying to find ingredients for a potion that will supposedly make you more visible to your crush—an overglorified love potion, really—you end up almost killing yourself with your amateur-level mastery of your generational shaman powers. Well, it was only natural to be in such a precarious situation.
It is only natural to be in such a precarious situation when Gojo Satoru, like the fool he is, underestimated his own powers and mindlessly looked for ancient books for the right answer he was exactly searching for, and then when he found them, he proceeded to ignore the proper instructions, messing up the whole potion, which contained the centuries-old powerful incubus demon’s life essence that he stole from his grandmother's very classified and protected basement, somehow.
You see, when the instructions ask you to give the thing the exact time it says, and you think, "Oh hell," and pour more than the necessary ingredients trying to speed up the process, you inevitably fuck up. Like how people try to cook something at a higher temperature for a shorter time in the oven in hopes it cooks faster, the result of which turns out to be something somehow half-cooked and fully burnt, things turned out to be exactly like that for Gojo Satoru.
Then he drank that entire thing with the same haphazard speed he made the potion.
Now the effects didn't show up right away, or at all, or that's what he thought. Because when he eventually passed out in his bed, a fission of his soul slipped out of his unconscious body looking for nothing and no one but you.
So what's been happy about Gojo Satoru while a part of him slips out of him every time he is overtaken by his desires for you? As that part slips out of him he falls unconscious or becomes severely fatigued to the point of not being able to do much more than sluggishly move around. This depends on the proximity; the further he is from himself, the harder it is for him to function. And day by day it's been getting worse. Because at the end of the day it's a demon’s blood that he has managed to fuse with a part of his soul.
It had been an entire day since you last saw Toru. an entire day since you saw the man, or better, your new boss, with the exact copy-paste of the demon's face. You waited the entire day for the entity to show up; you waited the entire night, as you eventually passed out on your couch at 4 am waiting for the demon. But he never showed up, very unlike his otherwise punctual appearances.
The next day when you showed up at the office, you did see the exact face you wanted to see most desperately. Just in a dorm you were unfamiliar with.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, sir.”
As the elevator doors opened up, it was the exact face you wanted to see. Just not in the form you expected him to be. You wanted the loveable demon who has, in such a short amount of time, taken up space in your entire life, not the boss you are currently awkwardly sharing an elevator with and trying not to breathe loudly or at all.
“So. How is work going?” Gojo tries to ask you, trying to sound firm and assured in his position and power over you, but it did not sound anything like what he wanted it to. Yet your oblivious, utterly confused, and horrified self was too preoccupied to note any of that.
“Very well, sir, you can count on our department for not wasting company resources and time.” You curtly response.
“Good, but—uh—I mean, i wanted to know how are—”
Before Satoru could even fully finish his sentence, and before the elevator doors could finally close, a horde of people rushed into the elevator. While basically everyone greeted a good morning, trying to not get on the boss’s bad side, and then stayed silent as the elevator got more and more crowded, you kept getting pushed back until your back collided with something hard, but not hard enough to be the wall. So you turned around to check what it was, and it was your boss right behind you, standing with his chest pressed against your back. The feeling of his body felt so familiar; in fact, it was the same as the demon who seamlessly infiltrated your life. From his facial features to his voice down to the warmth of his body, it was exactly the same as the entity you have come to know and care for as Toru.
Your head started to flood with suspicions trying to analyze the relationship between the two doppelgangers when you felt it. It was hard, different from the hard of the wall, different from the hard of his chest. Firstly, it was located lower than his chest, in his pants to be particular. Secondly, you did not even dare to guess it was his assets. Because how is he exactly as obscenely and audaciously big as the demon terrorizing your pussy?
Satoru cleared his throat as he attempted to back away from you, but in the process of more people getting on the elevator on the next floor, you got shoved closer to him. Landing your ass to press perfectly against his now very apparent cock.
You blame the demon and this demon-looking new boss of yours because now you are standing in a crowded elevator against your new boss, who is definitely rock hard, while your panties are absolutely ruined. Now who exactly is to blame for that? Is it because the demon has somehow rewired your body in these past few weeks, or is it simply the citrus vanilla fragrance coming off of your boss as well as his rock-hard cock?
But one thing was sure: if this elevator does not stop right this instance, it is going to be too awkward for you to ever face your boss, as your body might start involuntarily grinding against him, the aftermath of which you have no intention of finding out. Because you will be getting either fired or fired.
“Ms. L/n, can—ah—can you, um, shift to my right a bit?” Satoru's panting voice speaks in a whisper from behind you, making you almost gasp.
You try to process his words as fast as you can, which is about ten agonizingly painful seconds too late for Satoru. So he took things in his own hands, quite literally. His left hand came to your waist with a firm grip to move you slightly to the right, enough to be off his almost throbbing cock.
But unfortunately for him and you, the friction of the movements just made things worse. Your free hand that was not clutching the strap of your bag for dear life pressed itself on your lips in an attempt to hold back the little moan that dared to slip. But Satoru was already too worn out to hold back the throaty moan that left his mouth as his head threw itself back.
Call Gojo Satoru. God's favorite court jester, because while he was living one of the most embarrassing moments of his life, somehow the elevator's ding saved his ass from being the official company creep. If not, there would probably be rumors of him calling female employees to his office to offer them their lifetimes' most undeniable opportunities.
Almost everyone in the elevator got off on that floor, bowing quickly to Gojo. You remained still in front of him, like a barrier between him and the ruins of his image. As soon as everyone got off, both of you scurried to the opposite sides of the elevator. You tried to pat your cheeks to calm down, while he faced the elevator's mirror walls to readjust himself.
Not really helpful. What was helpful was thinking about Suguru eating up his ears talking about one of his new research papers about some new ethical dilemma. It was as always extremely and immediately effective.
“This—uh—never happens; you don't know how ashamed I am. I am so, so incredibly sorry. I have been on new sleeping aids, and they have been messing with me for a bit now. I am so sorry. I would absolutely understand if you want to file a complaint and—”
“It's, uh, alright, sir. I get it; new meds can really affect you in ways you can't even understand. I recommend you talk to your doctor.” You give him a tight smile, unable to look him in the eye. What else were you to say? When he was apparently suffering the side effects of new meds and you just ruined your panties when the day just started.
“Yes! Yes, absolutely!” He chuckled awkwardly, knowing he just lied through his teeth. Gojo Satoru was on no sleep aids; if he was having problems with sleep, all he needed was to cook up fantasies in his head and sleep soundly with a huge grin on his face, hoping to continue those blissfully domestic and romantic scenarios later in his dreams.
Before the awkward silence between you two could settle down, the doors to the elevator opened as your floor arrived with a ding. You rushed out with a quick goodbye as fast as you could in return. Satoru bid you goodbye while panicking to himself that now and forever you might be thinking of him as some perverse predator. He was hoping for this to be a nightmare.
As you ran out of the elevator, you rushed to the nearest washroom and locked yourself in a cubicle.
Your back slid down the cubicle door while you buried your face in your hands. Hoping that it would somehow cool down your face while simultaneously muffling your whisper screams. And all you could think of was your boss, his cock, and how perhaps he is just the demon who has been fucking you for the last few weeks. I mean, you have never seen them in the same room together. Perhaps this is a big gotcha, and perhaps you are just some gullible dumbass misguided by this one little shit.
“Hey hey!”
The familiar voice spoke out as the entity floated down to sit on the toilet, peering at you with a sly grin, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking about. He was wearing the same suit you saw your boss wearing this morning. It was definitely the same suit; you'd know since you saw it so closely.
“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?” Your voice could not help but come out as loud as it could.
“Woah, angel, calm downnn; don't want someone to think you're talking to yourself in the bathroom.” His grin widened as he saw a scowl form over your features.
“Where have you been?” You ask more calmly, almost gritting your teeth.
“Aw, missed me that bad?”
When you didn't answer his joking quips, he looked at you with a bit more seriousness, but his grin did not flatter.
“I just did not have any reason to be around.” He answered genuinely.
“You require a reason to see me?” He nodded once, like he did not want to give away anything more.
“What are these reasons usually?”
“Hmm, just, you know, the need to see you, or I will perish.”
His wording did not have an ounce of seriousness, but the way he said it, his tone reflected the genuineness behind those words, and you couldn't help but feel that he meant everything that he said.
“I have never lied to you, angel; I am not really capable of that.” His head tilted as his obsidian claws traced your jawline like you were a delicate porcelain doll.
“If I asked you something, would you answer truthfully?” He shrugged his shoulders, and you took it as a green light.
“Do you know Gojo Satoru—or are you Gojo Satoru?”
“Shouldn’t he be the one to tell you that?”
And poof. He was gone again with that sly grin that made your skin crawl and heart beat. But thinking about what he said, it was obvious the demon, you know, and your boss were related to one another. In fact, it would not be a stretch to even say that they might be the same person.
You gathered yourself, and with determination, you walked back towards the elevator doors.
Gojo Satoru was on the verge of tears, and his soul was leaving his body.
He was ready to never see you again in his life after having the pleasure of having you somewhat back in his orbit. And after failing in all his attempts to execute his flawless plan—which was to reintroduce himself to you, pouring out nostalgic memories to invite you for some coffee, then gradually meeting you by the vending machines every day, getting your number, then becoming friends and finally everything more he always dreamed of—he was now awaiting your two weeks' notice for your registration.
Gojo was ready for Ijichi to walk in and make him sit in another boring meeting where all he will be able to think about is how you might just hate him now.
His office doors slammed open, making him wonder who might have the audacity to do that because Ijichi knows better, and even Suguru would have Shoko inform him or Ijichi before coming in. His father just starts yelling for him down the hall, and his mother and grandma never visit, so who could it be?
“I have something urgent I need to discuss with you, sir.”
The voice that haunts Gojo Satoru while he's dreaming and even when he is awake spoke from behind him, making him turn in his chair as quickly as he could. With bulging surprised eyes, he tried to stand up from his chair when you took steadfast steps to move around the table and stood right before him.
“Uh, yes, how can I help you, Ms. L/n? If it's about what happened, I—” Before Satoru could finish his rambling, you kneeled down on the floor, right in front of him.
With your face about twelve inches away from his crotch and your skirt riding up your thighs, you kept maintaining constant eye contact with him, while he basically froze in place, half dumbfounded and the other half convinced he had died as he ascended to heaven.
“Wait—WAIT ONE SECOND, Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”
When he came back to himself, he was half hard, holding you by both of your wrists, stopping you from getting any closer to him or his crotch, for his own sanity really.
“So you know me?” You asked with your eyebrows furrowed and suspicions becoming more and more clear, “Are you and he the same person?”
“What are you talking about?” His own face morphed with a mirroring confusion.
“Alright, then tell me, how you know me first.”
Satoru went completely silent, frozen even; it took him at least a few minutes to let out a defeated sigh before succumbing to your questions. “I've known you my entire life, really.”
It was your turn to be dumbfounded. The way your head tilted with confusion almost made him lose it all and lean down to kiss you. But he did not; he accepted his situation, his cumbersome situation, where you are still basically one move away from meeting his crotch face first.
He started explaining himself to his best abilities, from the grandmas to high school, everything he could explain to not make himself look like a stalker creep—considering everything he has done so far, he is still one.
“Satoru? You're that Satoru?” He simply nodded, unsure of what to make of that question. The heavy air in the office felt lighter, yet not quite. It was a reunion, an odd one really.
But once you knew this was the same Satru who once had your back and also your heart, you could not help but feel this warm rush of fuzzy feeling engulfing you. This was the same boy you once begged your grandmother to take you with her to his house to play with him, the same boy who stood up for you in high school, who listened to the same album over and over with you every day on the rooftop. And now you are somehow sitting mere inches away from his crotch. Destiny or something.
“Aw, what a cute reunion!”
The voice that spoke up came from both of your sides; for a second you thought Satoru said it, but in no moment realized it has to be the root of this whole wild scenario happening right now.
“Wha—WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Satoru, half scared and half surprised, shouted as he stood up from his chair, dragged you up on your two feet, and stood between you and the demon lying on its front on his table with a huge grin on his face, like he had seen the most amusing thing ever.
“Oh, I'm you!”
“NO!? NO, YOU'RE NOT!” Satoru, still in fear and confusion, shouted at the demon once again.
“Yeah, maybe you're right. I don't think I'm this chicken shit.”
The demon gracefully floated in the air and sat down on the table with his legs hanging from the edge. He looked at Satoru with challenging eyes, which effectively provoked Satoru to step forward and grab the demon by his collar of the same shirt he was currently wearing.
“Wait! Both of you!” You stepped in between them and stood there like a wall separating the two doppelgangers. The demon hopped down from the table and came to stand close to you with his head on your shoulder, not really asserting anything to Satoru but simply trying to get a reaction out of him.
“You need to stop, Toru.”
“Noooo.” “No!” Both the Satorus spoke up in unison. And you sighed, gauging how hard things are going to be.
“She calls me that.” The demon said, trying to make a point.
“She called me that first.” And your boss countered that with his smug reply.
“Both of you, shut up! I need an explanation!” You pushed them both away from each other by their chest and demanded.
“Well, I have one, unlike this useless guy over here.” The demon replied while taking your hand in his as his claws started retracting back into his fingers.
“Who are you calling useless, Satan’s shit stain?” Human Satoru tilted his head and pulled you into his body with the arm you were using to hold him back. The demon finally looked somewhat to be losing his composure, stepping forward and unsheathing his claws once again.
“Wait, stop this. You don't say anything until he is done explaining.” You pointed at both of them like they were two kindergarten children fighting over a toy.
Surprisingly enough, they both agreed to it with one word and did not make further attempts to provoke each other. Once they were at a distance, you looked at the demon expectantly.
“First thing's first, yes, I'm him. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but that's because I'm the part of him that manifested because he fucked up while making a potion for which he used an over a century old asshole incubus’ blood. So I'm kinda evil.”
You just looked back and forth between them; Satoru looked embarrassed, while demon Gojo looked pleased with himself.
“What does that mean? How—like, how are we supposed to stop this?” You ask the demon while he squints his eyebrows as his smile stretches into something more conniving.
“I don't want to.” The demon said while taking off his jacket and leaning his back on the edge of the table.
“What do you mean?” Your voice got a little louder as you asked that and tried to step forward, but Satoru softly held you back by your arm.
“Like I said, at the end of the day, I am evil. So hmm, I don't want to stop.” The demon shrugged his shoulders like he truly did not care a bit. “i don't care if he passes out on the street or dies of fatigue because of this whole thing. I mean, no one's to blame for this but him.”
“You've been passing out since this started?” You turn back towards Satoru to check the validity of that statement. Satoru looked hesitant to answer that.
“Oh, let me answer that for you, angel.” The demon's smile didn't flatter but twitched a little with mischief.
“He has been passing out if I'm too far away or just getting fatigued, not that he or his doctor knew the cause. Also, I fully plan to keep doing it; once he just dies,, I can function freely. Currently, it's just this one part of him that's fused with the demon's blood.” He finished with a motion of his hand moving up and down in his own direction.
“And after he is dead, the entire soul will be mine.”
“You can't do that!” You did not miss a beat to protest the demon.
“Why not, angel? You know I'm better than him; this coward has been running away from his own feelings for decades. I have never failed to take care of you even one day.” He walked closer to you while Satoru's arm possessively wrapped itself around your waist.
“I am just the better option. Think about it, I can be with you every day, every minute and second of the day. I can ward off any slimly shit that comes your way. I will take care of you, love you, and of course-”
He stopped right in front of you, and you saw a glint of red in his blue pupils, and in that instance, he looked so different from Satoru you could not even believe they were the same person.
“Fuck you like you deserve it.” He leaned down to your ears to whisper that last part.
“Fuck off. I'll find a way to get rid of you.” Satoru stepped forward to stand in front of the demon as he pushed you behind him.
You just stood there in awe of what was unfolding right in front of you. You truly somehow believed in these last few weeks that you spent with the demon that perhaps he was different, perhaps he was just somehow stuck in this mortal realm, and you could pass the rest of your days helping him out.
“We may be the same, but he couldn't be more different.” The demon Satoru scoffed in his face
“I think I can agree with you on that one.” Satoru maintained eye contact with him with every intention of making the demon disappear.
“How come you always vanish after a bit?” You quipped up while still looking at the floor not sure who or what to look at.
“Hmm, since I'm a manifestation of his desires, fueled by his sexual fantasies, I vanish after I'm satisfied, or if he is satisfied, or if you throw salt at me.” He made a faux sad face, like there was not an ounce of seriousness in everything he has been saying.
“You've—you've been touching her?”
“Wow, you caught on sooo quick, dumbass!” The demon chuckled. “I've been doing muchhhh more if you know what I mean—”
Before the demon could finish, Satoru flung his fist in his face. Satoru then grabbed him by the collar and went for another punch when the demon caught his fist with his hand and dug his claws into his skin. Blood started pouring from his broken skin, but Satoru did not look like he had any resolve to back away; he kept pushing his arm with as much force as he could while the demon defended himself with a smile on his face.
When you finally looked up from the floor, you panicked seeing the blood drip and pool on the floor where the scene was taking place.
“STOP IT! LET HIM GO! I SAID LET HIM GO!”
You ran up to them and pulled the demon's claws out of Satoru's hands. Once you interjected, he easily let go of Satoru's hand, but Satoru was concerned with keeping you away from the demon.
“Don't get closer to him!” He tugged on your hand with his unharmed one.
You turned away from the demon, not being able to look him in the eye, and grabbed Satoru's injured hand, and panic started setting in the pit of your stomach. You rushed to find a first aid box in his drawers; when you didn't, Satoru told you where it was, and you quickly grabbed it and directed him towards the couch in his office to clean it up and patched him up as quickly as you could.
The demon quietly followed you two with the guilty face of a toddler. He did not like looking at you so hurt by his actions; you looked as if you were on the verge of tears, and he did not like being the source of it, at least not like this.
“There is a way to stop this.”
Both of you turned to look at the demon, who looked like a guilt-ridden, pouty kid. He stood by the little table in front of the couch and looked out towards the skyline from the floor-to-ceiling windows in Satoru's office.
“And why, after all of this, are you telling us that?” Satoru inquired with suspicions after you were done bandaging his right hand.
“Because, smartass, at the end of the day, we're still one person. I may be a fission and corrupted, but I'm still part of your soul. And she clearly doesn't want to go with my plan.” Demon Gojo pointed at you with his chin.
“And every part of us just wants her happy.”
Your entire body started heating up from the honest confession. Both the Satorus silently agreed with the statement, and you just squirmed in your seat, feeling the heavy atmosphere settling in the room. Not being able to handle the heavy air, you asked the important question.
“So, how… um, what's the solution?”
“He has the fuck you. Now.”
“WHAT!?” Both of you shouted from the couch at the audacious demand.
“What? I mean, I've been fucking you these days, like every dayyy; it's not that different.” The demon just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
Satoru was ready to get up and throw some more punches at the demon as they both started to argue once again. You remained seated on the couch contemplating your options.
“What!? It makes sense! You're the original guy; if your desires are satiated, then I'll also be satiated. And if you're satisfied, then there's no reason for me to be around.”
The demon's solution did not sound that off, after all, the only reason you were alright with being with him in these past few weeks is because you imagined the demon took the form of your ideal man or something along those lines to seem desirable to you. That's what they do, or so you thought.
It wouldn't be too hard to just do that. After all, Gojo Satoru has always been extremely attractive; he was the cutest kid on the playground as a kid and the coolest guy in the entire school back in high school, and he is not the hottest boss you or anyone at this company has ever had.
“Alright.”
“Really!?” The demon excitedly glided over to you, completely ignoring the dumbfounded Satoru.
“Are you sure? Because it's not about me; it's about if you're actually a hundred percent sure or not.”
Satoru somehow fumbled out those words. And you only nodded yes as an answer. He looked into your eyes and only found determination in them.
“I'm absolutely sure. You've always been there for me… I want to do this for you.”
His entire face started flushing from those words and from the realization of the situation. “You know I don't want you to do this just because you're grateful or something because I did what any decent person should have done back then. I just—”
“It's not that.” You interrupted his flustered rambling.
“I want you safe. And I want you.”
You two stared at each other like you two didn't quite understand the gravity of those words. But that was not the case. He knew better, and so did you. Otherwise you wouldn't have said it at all.
“Alrighty! Shall we get started?” The demon clasped his hands with enthusiasm, and with flick of finger Satoru was back on the couch beside you. While you two maintained your eye contact, the demon leaned into your ears to whisper.
“Let's pick up where you left it, ok?”
Before you knew it, you were on your knees on the carpeted floor, in between Satoru's legs, with Demon Gojo peering from the side. Like you were moments ago before all hell broke loose.
“Go on, angel. You know what to do.”
You looked at Satoru to see him covering his mouth with his bandaged right hand. Even with his attempts, you could clearly see the flush of red covering his entire body, head to toe.
And it did something to you, twisted something carnal in your stomach, something that made you want to see more of him, see how far over the edge you could push him. So, with a goal in mind, you opened your mouth to locate his zipper and pulled it down using your teeth. While your hands crept their way up his trembling legs and rested over his thighs.
Your eyes moved slightly to the side as you went to free Satoru’s cock from his underwear. Demon Gojo was floating beside him and watching it; it was the inception of the universe. When Satoru's hard cock came free from his underwear, you found yourself in awe. You knew he had nothing to compensate for given the incident in the elevator; it made you wonder how much of the sleep aid stuff was true or some blatant lie.
It looked so pretty. Usually those are not words you use to describe a penis, but that's all you could think of. With your mouth agape in awe of its sizable proportions and the intricate yet precise placement of veins, with the perfect shades of pink and red, as if it were a work of art—there were truly no other words to describe it.
“Go on, angel. I'm not, and neither is he.”
“Don't listen to him. “Ta- Take your time, sweets.”
You looked Satoru in his eyes as his right hand came to touch your cheek, trying to comfort you, and felt eased enough to continue. It was so interesting how different his eyes looked depending on which version you looked at.
“I'm not uh- good or- I've never done this.”
You confessed to him feeling a sense of comfort in his touch. And he just smiled knowingly as if there was no pressure.
“You don't have to if you don't want to.”
“I want to.”
He looked a little taken aback by your honesty. Then he nodded with a soft, reassuring smile, with his hand still on your face. The contrast between the roughness of the bandages and his soft fingers gave you goosebumps.
“fuccccck.” Satoru moaned as you brought your tongue to lick over his leaking head.
His precum didn't even taste like anything; in fact, there was a hint of sweetness there that made you wonder if it was really there or if you were hallucinating things. But you continued to lick small locks over the head of his flushed cock, hoping for more. More of his taste and more sounds out of him.
“S-shit.”
“Holy shit.” The demon mumbled as if he was also under a trance of the scene in front of him.
You moved to lick a stroke from the base of his cock to the head. One of your hands moved to stroke whatever you could not cover as you went to suck on his cock. His free hand lightly gripped your hair, while the right one remained on your cheek, covered by your hair that fell over your face, covering the demon's view. So the demon used one long claw to move your hair, to get a better view simply.
“You're—so—so just—ugh—warm.”
“Wait till you're inside.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Satoru refocused on you trying your best to take all of him in your mouth.
The head of his cock was touching your throat. It was not perfect, far from it; there were some teeth. Despite your best efforts, you looked visibly exhausted just from trying to fit him in your mouth, yet your determination was unwavering. You tried your best to use your tongue to your advantage, but it was still lacking.
Yet this was the most pleasure Satoru had felt in his entire life.
“Fuck, sweets. You're so good to me. I'm—I’ll—” Satoru's finger around your hair tightened, you felt him twitching in your mouth, and the taste of him that you ventured out to find more of started to overwhelm all of your senses.
His head threw itself back as ropes of his cum started to pour down your throat. Your hand on his cock started pumping him faster; the other one dug into the fabric of his pants. Your eyes squeezed shut as small droplets of tears started spilling out similarly as your saliva and his cum started to drool out of the corners of your lips.
His hands separated you from his cock, and when he did, he could see his cum pool in your mouth. With heavy breaths, he put forward his left hand, silently asking you to spit out everything that was in your mouth. But you had other plans as you swallowed everything without hesitation, slightly choking in the process, and then licked the palm of his hand that was in front of you. As you nuzzled your face in his hand while looking up at him, the demon by his side, with one flick of his finger, transported you onto Satoru's lap.
“Ok, prep her quickly before we both lose our minds.” The demon said urgently while taking off your clothes from behind while you and Satoru stayed staring at each other. But perceptive to his demon counterpart’s words, Satoru still nodded along to his words.
As soon as you found yourself naked, not even a single underwear on you, you snapped out of the trance. A sense of self-consciousness started to settle within you despite the absurdity of the situation. This was still the first actual man you were going to be with, technically have been with.
Satoru noticed the tremble in your hands as they came to rest on his shoulder. You moved your head to the side and almost refused to look at him, so he used his right hand to hold your face straight by your chin.
“You're safe with me. I promise. Do you want to stop?”
In moments such as this, the demon didn't even protest; like he said earlier, all that mattered to every version of him was your happiness.
You still nodded a no to his question, even though the anxiety in your eyes did not disappear. So Satoru did what he thought would help the best, and with hesitant movements, he placed his lips on yours.
It was everything and more that he had hoped for. It was fireworks on a summer night full of gentle breeze and the smell of a field full of wild flowers.
His lips tasted sweet; similarly to his demon counterpart, everything was so similar, yet more. It felt more real, more visceral; it didn't make you wish to reach for more. Instead it made you want to stay where you were forever, for infinite realities and beyond; you wanted to fall exactly where you were. To have your lips on his and tongue tangled with his.
When you parted from him, you didn't because you wanted to or needed to because of a lack of air. But because the demon behind you pulled your hair back by your neck, and then you were kissing the other version of Gojo that you have become so accustomed to. Who felt so much like him but not completely. He bit and pulled on your lips to open your mouth and slid his slithering tongue in your mouth.
While demon Gojo kissed you, human Gojo’s cock became hard in the nick of time. Something about seeing himself kiss you, yeah, did some crazy stuff to his head.
What was crazier was as his cock got harder, it pressed against your pussy, which was already leaking and coating him in your juices.
“Fuck. Sweets, you're so wet, it's like she's hungry for me.”
“N-need y-you, Satoru.” Your words came out choppy as the demon continued to ravish your lips.
“Pretty little cunt, wants me so bad, huh?” The demon mumbled against your lips.
Satoru dragged his cock against your wet cunt, and the sheer contact had him biting down on his lips to prevent himself from just slipping inside you. Slow movements became more rigorous, and at that point you two were basically dry humping, as you matched his pace while Demon Gojo kept your mouth occupied. Satoru’s left hand held you right by your waist, preventing you from accidentally losing balance. Dry humping would not be the correct term, as there was nothing dry left down there.
Given the situation with Satoru’s hand, the demon decided it was best to take a few matters into his own hands. literally.
His left hand slipped around your waist down your stomach and abdomen, where he retracted his claws, and moved it down over to your pussy. Where his fingers found your clit, and you could not help but moan from the pleasure of having Satoru's cock pressed against you and having another version of him using his finger on you. Satoru pulled your head off the demon's mouth and took your lips for himself.
"You're practically drenched, angel. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were dreaming of this moment.” The demon whispered over your ear as he kissed, sucked, and bit to leave marks all over you.
While Satoru kissed you feverishly this time. While the demon kept using his finger to draw figures of eight and patterns over your clit, which made you groan into Satoru's mouth. As Satoru's lips move down your chin to kiss your jaw and leave marks similarly to his counterpart, one familiar digit slips inside you.
“Fuuu-fuck. I—”
“Yeah? Do you want more, angel?”
You nodded yes to his question. And the demon motioned to Satoru with his head. “You heard her.” Without another word, Satoru slipped his finger inside.
“OH—”
“You like that, sweets?” You nodded vigorously yes.
“So needed, aren’t you? You just want all of me, every single version. You just cannot live without making me go insane over you, huh?”
Satoru's words dug into your skin, like his finger curved to dig up into your wall, while the demon's finger curved down. Once Satoru felt as though your groans were dying down, that you were getting used to it, he slipped another finger inside, making you moan out with a screeching voice, while the demon chuckled with amusement. Satoru's eyes stayed locked over your features as he fingered you closer to your first release. It was that he wanted to memorize and engrave every single detail about you in his memories.
“I'm g-gonna I'll ugh.”
“Go on, cum for me, sweets, cum all over me. It'll be my pleasure.”
With his sweet words, you found your sweet release. It was not another ordinary orgasm; you squirted all over Satoru's lap, all over his cock. You held him tight by his neck while you twitched from the aftershocks; the demon took his fingers out to lick them clean, while Satoru's fingers remained on your clit, working you through your orgasm, and his injured hand rubbed comforting circles over your back. Once you calmed down, he took off his fingers.
“Won't you clean them up for me, sweets?”
Satoru brought his fingers, which he used to finger you, to your lips; they dug into your lower lips and brushed against your teeth. You nodded yes as you took his fingers in your mouth by his wrist; there was a haze over your eyes, and it was similar to Satoru's. And it only made him want to wreck you beyond repair.
Satoru maneuvered to hold you up by your thighs as he got off the couch with you, only to then place you gently back on the couch on your back.
“Who do you want?” Satoru asked you as he pulled away his fingers from your mouth despite your resistance.
“You.” You answered without hesitation.
“Ouch, angel.”
You both ignored the demon's joke as Satoru proceeded to kiss you down from your neck to your tits, giving each nipple equal attention with his mouth and fingers. Kissing them, swirling his tongue around them, biting and tugging on them. While he got busy with your tits, the demon kneeled on the floor and sneakily slipped his hand in between you to slip his cock inside of you.
“Fuckkkk.” Your moans started to get louder as you felt Satoru stretching your walls.
“W-why are you meddling, you pervy demon?”
“Quit acting like you're not a perv yourself. Don’t forget we are the same.” The demon stuck his tongue out at Satoru and pushed his hips down to make his cock fully slip inside you.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”
You threw your head back and screamed, almost choking on air from the sheer size of Satoru’s cock, like you did every time the demon version of him got inside you.
“We'll hurt her, dumbass!” Satoru smacked the demon in the back of his head, while the demon pouted and moved over to your face.
“Sorry, angel, did we hurt you?
When you shook your head to say no, the demon smiled and kissed you softly, comforting you while Satoru started to gingerly move.
“What a good girl, made to take me, hmm?”
The demon gave you a few quick pecks before Satoru's hips started to slam down. With each thrust your moans started to get louder and louder. Every time he dragged his cock out, you could feel each vein running down his dick on your walls. Your entire body started to jerk upwards each time he pushed his cock back in.
“Uh-uh, no more running away from me. You’ve done enough of that.”
Satoru pulled both your legs over his shoulder, and his right hand pressed on your abdomen. His thrusts started to become deeper and deeper; with each thrust, he could feel himself through your abdomen, which only made him go harder.
“I’m about to—fuck, fuck—more!”
“More?”
“YES!”
“You heard her, dumbass,” the demon chimed in.
When you threw your head back as Satoru's movements got deeper and harder until he basically started to kiss your cervix. And you came undone all over him. As your cunt started to spasm through the orgasm, Satoru leaned down to readjust himself and started going harder than before, if it was even possible in a mean mating press.
“Shit, I'm go-gonma marry you. I'll be with you in every life time, I don't ca-care, I don't fucking care, until there's nothing left of our souls.”
“Ye-yes, please.”
“Yeah? Fuck. Ho-w am I supposed to live without you?”
You wondered that too.
Then you moved your head over to the side and saw the demon sitting by your head with his cock out in his hand. Pumping it to the same rhythm as when Satoru fucked you, his shirt was pulled up by his teeth and his eyes were focused on you. You extended your free hand, which wasn't digging into Satoru's biceps, to help demon Gojo with his cock. In response he shut his eyes and wrapped one of his hands over yours and also wrapped his tail around your wrist as you tried your best to help him get off.
Satoru tucked his head in the crook of your neck as his thrusts started getting deeper and he lost the rhythm, and he just started chasing his high. Just as you pulled on Satoru’s hair and squeezed demon Gojo’s cock, you felt them both twitch aggressively. Their bodies trembled as one came inside you, while the other came all over your hands.
All of you gathered your breath, and the room filled with nothing but rapid heartbeats and heavy breathing, with the smell of sex and sweat. Satoru peppered kisses all over your neck, while the demon leaned down to look at you with a sweet smile, or so you made out with your hazy eyes. He leaned further down and pressed a long kiss over your lips.
“Goodbye, angel.”
“Hope you know I'll be taking away your Benz as a punishment for messing around in my basement despite my warnings.”
“Yes, Grandma.”
Satoru’s head hung low beside you, with a visible pout on his face. His grandmother sighed after she was done nagging him and looked over at you with a smile.
Everything was so wild; you really appreciated these small moments.
Things were peaceful for the last few days. Since you and Satoru got rid of his soul's fission, you two have been spending a lot of time together. In between this time you've resolved all the misunderstandings between you two, filling each other up with information about one another about what happened in the years when you didn't see each other.
There was no official talk about what happened or what should happen next; being around each other only started because you wanted to make sure he was safe and he wanted to make sure you were safe. So naturally you found yourselves in each other's company. Also, you both wanted to be sure about everything before you spoke with his grandmother.
And in these moments you found yourselves looking back at each other, thankful that neither of you acted upon it, as neither of you were sure what might have happened if you did. But the fact no demon slipped out while he was very visibly holding back reassured you that part of him found itself back within Satoru.
Sometimes you'd think you miss the version of him, but then you'd see glimpses of him in Satoru when he'd come over to your place and clean up your place without a word. When he'd cook for you, and sometimes when you two would fall asleep together while watching a movie and later wake up in bed cuddling him. You'd see glimpses of that same pervert when you'd open the door for him in some skimpy tank top (intentionally), or when he'd accidentally brush his hand against your thighs while giving you a ride home.
But at the end of the day, it was all part of Gojo Satoru. And somehow the entirety of him is way more fascinating than a part of him.
“Hope you're alright now, dear?”
“Ah yes, please don't worry, Madame Gojo.”
“Oh please, Grandma is fine!” She chuckled with a knowing look as if she knew something you did not.
“I wanted to ask, what about the demon blood? Apparently it was fused to that part of his soul; that's what the demon said.” You inquired.
“Well, if it's fused, we can't reverse it. Or at least there's no known method.”
You turned to look at Satoru worriedly, and seeing the fear in your eyes, he moved his hand over yours on your lap and squeezed it with reassurance.
“But no worries. His soul is much stronger than it seems; what happened was because he is a lovesick puppy. Well now, since he has you…”
His grandmother sheepishly smiled, looking between you two, and you felt the back of your neck getting hot with embarrassment.
“Grandma!”
“What!? Don't tell me you haven't asked her out yet!”
“Grandm—” “No, he hasn't.”
Your interruption made both of them look at you with wide eyes. Satoru's grandmother quickly got up and smacked him in the back of his head before quickly walking out of the room.
“So… uh… it's because I didn't know—”
“I've been cuddling you to sleep after you fucked me senseless in your office; what more of a clue do you need?”
“I thought—it's because we found out cuddling keeps entities away from you for some while…” You looked at him unassumingly.
“Your face tells me you didn't care about that.”
“You guessed correctly.”
You placed your other hand over his hand, which was already holding your hand.
“Are you going to ask me out, or should I?”
“No, no! I will; that's the least you deserve after everything I put you through.”
You smiled at him and moved to sit facing him and held both of his hands in yours. He took a deep breath and looked into your eyes as he got closer.
“Y/n. Will you go on a date with me?”
“Sure. I mean, you did propose to marry me that other time—”
“Pleaseeeee, PLEASE, let that go!”
“Why should I?”
You liked his chest and teased him some more until he could not take it anymore. And pulled you closer by your wrist on his lap. With one arm holding you close to him by your waist and the other holding your hand, he spoke up.
“Because I'd like to properly propose one day.”
A gush of wind rushed into the room through the huge open windows. Even though the chill air cut through your skin, you knew the goosebumps were caused by Satoru's words rather than the wind.
“Damn, he finally stopped being a coward.”
Satoru's voice spoke, even though he said nothing. Which only made the both of you look at each other with horrified eyes with "oh fuck" written all over your faces. You both very slowly moved your heads to where the voice came from, hoping it was some mutual hallucination rather than what you were fearing. But lo and behold, it was exactly what, or to be more precise, who you were fearing. And there he was sitting in his half-demonic glory, with his obsidian claws and sharp canines on display with his sly grin and wagging tail, like he was the happiest dog alive.
“Hey! I'm back!”
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