Warnings : smut , heavy smut, protected sex, use of condoms, emotional, biting, size difference, Gojo is needy af, Yandere Gojo, brother's friend, reader is Nanami's younger sister, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive....
( All characters are aged up/18+)
Minors Do Not Interact
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3rd person POV
He tries....he really tries to make you think that he doesn't like you that he doesn't have feelings for you....but you may be a little younger than him but you're not dumb. Gojo is your brother's friend. Yes Nanami's friend. Gojo Satoru was painfully, embarrassingly, ridiculously down bad for you. It all started when you were about to graduate from middle school and your brother was in highschool. He started bringing his friends at home. You knew from that time. Now you've just graduated from High school. Your brother and his friends were in university. And Gojo still is same insane for you. One day Nanami's friends were at home. And Nanami went out to buy some foods. You all were sitting across the couch. "So Y/n.... How's everything going?" Shoko asked. "Fine.... yours?" You replied. "Mine good too" she replied.
"So.... you having any boyfriend or something....?" She asked. Gojo looked at Shoko like he had a heart attack because she asked you that. He's clearly nervous that his friends shouldn't make his feelings obvious.... "No I don't" you replied with a smile. Geto smirked at Gojo which made him more nervous that he's now bouncing his leg. "So.... What do you find attractive in a man? Like physically....ummm dressing sense or anything" Shoko asked again. "Hmmm.... I really like when guys wear black shirts.... And the sleeves rolled up. Like....ughhhh. that's so hot really!" You replied. And you clearly have seen that Gojo was wearing a black shirt that day and even his sleeves were rolled up too. He got so flushed that he kept looking away trying not to look at you at all. You did it on purpose that day to see his reaction.... just for fun. But when after that he started buying you gifts, you thought.....why not play with it and get the luxuries?
Y/n's POV
He'd randomly gift me things...sweets, foods, bags. And one day I thought what if I give him a kiss on his cheek? I did one day. I did it like it's normal. I do with people... I acted like that so that he doesn't question anything.... And the results? He started buying me clothes, shoes and makeup too. All expensive things. One day he took me shopping with him. We were buying clothes then I dragged him to the bra section. I wanted to buy some... because why not? I like a bra and panty set and obviously he bought it and everything else too.... He was terrible at hiding anything.... And when I sent him pics in the set he bought just to see how messed up he will get .... And his reaction was soooo funny.
Gojo's POV
I was lying on my bed eating kikufuku. I had a thought that what if she sends me a picture in that set? Like she always sends me pics of her in every clothes I buy her....so what if she...? Obviously not. Why would she? Right then my phone rang a notification. I opened it.
[Image] from Y/N
Fits Good?
I opened the chat. A mirror selfie. In exactly the same red set. Fuck! Her body. I felt so lucky that I could see her like this. I never thought I would. Oh god, she looks so hot.... So sexy. I didn't realise my other hand was rubbing on my crotch. I was so painfully hard. What is she doing to me. I couldn't stop my brain from imagining things... How I would've taken care of her breasts. With my hands.... with my mouth. That she'd moan my name. How I'd slide that panties aside and fuck her like she'll always wants to....
Yeah...fits great.
I replied and tossed the phone aside.
And I wish it was for one time..... One day I texted her normally.
Gojo: Hey...
Y/n: Hey! Wdyd?
Gojo: nothing much. Just chilling. You?
Y/n: hmm. I just came out of the shower.
Gojo: hmmmm.... proof?
I don't know why I sent that. Maybe curiosity? I don't know! Maybe I wanted to see if she actually sends something? But what if she just ignores me? Shit.
[Image] from Y/N
"oh f-fuck" I moaned aloud as I opened it. She put the phone somewhere, and she was wearing nothing, only a towel pressed against her chest hiding her breasts and down there between her thighs. Is that even hiding enough? Oh god..... I'm soooo ruined. She doesn't even know what she's doing with me.
3rd person POV
Everything was going well. But one day you were in a bar... Kissing some random guy from your class. Shoving your tongues in each other's mouths. You were just having some fun. But the thing is.... Shoko was there at the bar too. And you didn't know she saw that whole thing.....Later that night, she stood outside the shared apartment door of Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. She went inside and let herself fall on the couch. "We'll..... I have a news. But I'm sure that YOU aren't gonna like it" Shoko said pointing at Gojo. “…What news?” Geto asked. “I saw your girl tonight.” shoko said looking at Gojo. “…What do you mean my girl?” he said lightly. "Yeah. Who? He doesn't have a girlfriend." Geto asked. “At a bar. Kissing some guy.” Shoko said.
Silence. Then Gojo chuckled. "Ok... Great joke. Y/n isn't like that" he said. "Oh wow.... Now you know who your girl is?" Geto said to Gojo. "Well technically not his actually girl.... But yeah I'm not joking. Saw with my eyes" Shoko said. "Yeah true.... I told him tho. Not to think serious about her.... She's just playing around because she knows he likes her. But no he doesn't wanna believe me. Honestly anyone would play with anyone who's stupidly failing to keep their feelings as a secret lol" Geto laughed. "Shut up, Suguru! And you just tell me it's a prank....that you're lying" gojo said. But deep down he also knew shoko wasn't lying .
[1 message from y/n]
Y/n: hey! Can you come over buying some snacks? And don't worry Nanami isn't at home. Lol.
After a few times he was at your door with snacks. At first he just smiled and didn't say anything. He acted like he knew nothing... What else he's supposed to do? You two were anything yet. "Umm thanks for the snacks. I was really tired." You said as you finished your snacks. He tried his best to act casual. You two sitting on the couch. He broke the silence clearing his throat. "Umm.... Y/N?" He said. "Hmm?" You replied. "Um I...did...did you kiss someone tonight?" He managed to ask. You were shocked that he knew. But you took a deep breath. "Wow.... You smell good today. Let me smell it from close" you said as you crawled to learn to his neck.
"y/n.... can you please just tell me th– Ahhh f-fuck.....mmmhhh" you cut him off by pressing my lips on his neck. “Y/n…” his voice came out strained but you cut him off again by giving a open mouthed kiss on his neck. His eyes rolled back. “Y/n…” he tried again, weaker this time. You went on his lap, slipping your hand under his tshirt and dragging it up and down. "You looking really good today" you purred. He looked at you, eyes full with pleasure. Oh he knows....he knows you're playing him...but he doesn't want to do anything about it. Because for him.... at least you're touching him like he always imagined. Your hand traced the v line and he let out another moan. Then you dragged your hand up to his chest again knowing well how badly he wanted you to put your hand in his pants.
Your hand pressed against his chest. When your fingers rubbed against his nipple, he whimpered. You almost smirked. So you did it again. And this time with whimper he buked up his hips pressing against your cunt. His mouth open. You dragged your fingers down again.... And put it inside his pants but stopped right before touching his cock. He's moaning hard, he started thrusting his hips up against your cunt for some friction. "You're looking really....hot" you mumbled. You could feel how rock hard he was. And hated the fact that you were sooo much tired that time... "Y/n..." He breathed out. You didn't reply. "....y/n?" He asked. Then looked at your face. You were... sleeping? Right there. On his lap. Your breathing soft, steady, completely unbothered—like you hadn’t just set his entire body on fire and walked away from it. “No no no no. Don't do this right now please..…You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he groaned, voice hoarse.
He took a deep breath then fixed his pants. Then carried you to your bed. He put you down on your bed. Then walked out of your house. He returned to his house. Geto turned around as Gojo came back. "Took you this long?" He asked but then noticed his pants. "Oh nevermind" he said. "Uhhhhhhh stop!" Gojo whined like he knew Geto's gonna say it. "I told you from the beginning she's just playing you" he said. "Ok so what was I supposed to when she's rubbing on me? Push her away like I don't wish that to happen every day?... atleast she touched me" Gojo replied. "Lollllll.... bro's so down bad and she left him bricked" Geto laughed.
Y/n's POV
I know what I was doing that night.... just that I was a little bit drunk that time and maybe did too much for him to handle but I know what I was doing. And am I regarding doing that? No. Absolutely not. I always loved to play him like that.... and his reactions were precious. And I wish.... I didn't fall asleep that night. So I grabbed my phone and texted him.
Y/n: hey
Gojo: hey, Morning
Y/n: are you free?
Gojo: yeah. I am
Y/n: so can you come here and help me tutor this project I've? Because you're good at science . Maybe you can help me?
Gojo: sure, I can
Oh obviously he'd come.... Because how hopeless he was. He was explaining to me the project....as if I'm listening to anything. "Do you like boobs or ass more?" I asked. "Huh?" He asked back. "Ass or boob?" I asked again. He stared at me for a moment. "I...uh... I actually don't have a specific answer for it.... maybe both equally?" He replied. I leaned towards him. "Do you wanna see my boobs?" I whispered. He started saying random words not knowing what to say. "Ok. I'll show you" I winked at him. Then I pulled my top up. I wasn't wearing any bra. And oh how pathetic he's looking. "You wanna touch?" I asked. His throat went dry. "C-can I?" He asked. I nodded sitting closer to him.
He brought his hand up then shakingly touched my boobs. "F-fuck" he breathed out. He looked like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "You know....I always wondered. What your dick looks like" I whispered. "Oh god am I imagining things?" He whined. "Can I see.... please?" I asked. "Fuck" he whined and nodded. I pulled his pants down. His cock stood proud, so hard, tip red and leaking precum. Was he hard from when he reached here? How else can he be so hard? He breathed heavily. He looked at me. "Do you want me to....?" I asked. "W-will....will you??? Please?" He asked desperately. I smirked at him and reached for dick. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked. He squeezed his eyes shut. I stroked a few times and then leaned down wrapping my lips around his tip. He whined so loudly. I tried to take all of him.
I gagged but I tried. Swirling my tongue around his dick. "Ahhhhh.... mmmmm aguhhhhh mmmmhhhh huhhh" he was a moaning mess. Bobbed my head up and down. Right then we heard from downstairs. "I'm home" Nanami said. “Oh my god,” Gojo whispered in horror. “Stop panicking,” I whispered and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand while yanking my top down. Gojo was struggling so badly to shove himself back into his pants that it would've been funny if Nanami wasn’t literally downstairs. Well right now opening the door. "Hey- wait....wtf? Why are YOU here?" He asked Gojo. "She called me to help with the science project" Gojo replied. "And you didn't ask me?" Nanami asked me. "Well, you weren't at home.... and he's good at science so" I replied.
He rolled his eyes. "Anyways....That girl from our economics class was asking for you again btw” he told Gojo. "Oh" gojo said. "Hmm talk to her" Nanami said. "Yup yup" Gojo replied and Nanami walked out. Gojo quickly closed the door. “So uh…” Gojo cleared his throat awkwardly beside me. "Should we.... I mean can we?.... continue?" He asked. "Continue what?" I asked. "Helping out your dick? Oh maybe you can ask the girl from your economy class to help" I scoffed. "Y/n....th-" I cut him off. "I was about to let you fuck me...but since you have priorities.... You can go" I said. He flipped me over pressing me down on the bed hovering over me. "Y/n please!" He whined. "I'll die.... I just said so your brother goes out... I love you so much.... please" he begged.
I looked at him then his lips then at him again. Did he really just confess finally? "Are you just gonna stare? You want me to change my mind again?" I asked. He didn't think much and crashed his mouth on my neck. His hands gripped the mattress beside my head at first, like he was trying to hold himself back, but the moment I tilted my head to give him more access, his control cracked completely. I dragged my hand under his tshirt. He sucked on my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He took some breath and took off his tshirt. Then I took off my top too. He tugged at my shorts trying to take it off desperately. I laughed at it. Then took off my shorts along with my panties. Gojo stared like his brain had stopped functioning. His chest rose and fell hard, blue eyes wide and unfocused as they dragged slowly down my body. The room suddenly felt too hot. “You’re… actually gonna kill me,” he whispered and took off his pants.
He leaned down capturing my nipple in his mouth. I moaned curling up my toes. “Fuck…” he whispered again, voice muffled against my chest. “You have no idea what you do to me.” he groaned as he pressed down his dick on my cunt. His breath shook against my skin as he pressed his forehead against my chest for a second, like he genuinely needed a moment to process that this was finally happening. He lined up with my pussy. His lips finding my neck again as he slowly pushes his dick inside. Stretching me, filling me, making me gasp at how deep he went. “God—Y/N—you feel too good, it feels....fuck! ” he groaned against my neck.
He moved slow at first, feeling every inch of my pussy like I was something to be worshipped. Each thrust hit deep, building the heat again until I couldn’t keep my voice down. I clung to him, nails dragging down his back, legs wrapping tight around his waist. “I’ve thought about this for so long,” he whispered. “Thought about having you like this. Under me. Moaning like that.” he groaned. “You feel so good, Satoru,” I cried. God he felt so good that I was crying. “Don’t stop.” I moaned. He snapped his hips harder. “Say my name again.” he said. “Satoru—Satoru, fuck—” I moaned loudly. His hand slid under my thigh, angling me up as he pounded into me, faster, deeper, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
His lips were everywhere. my neck, my shoulder, my mouth. We were fire and storm, desperate and wild. “Gonna come for me?” he whispered, fingers rubbing tight circles on my clit. “Y-Yes—please—” I moaned. He kept thrusting. He grabbed my waist and went inhumanely fast. I screamed his name. He made me see stars. I came in a moment. "Mmmhhh f-fuck ahhhh.... Y/n... p-please.... Please say you love me! Mmmm I need it... p-please" he whined. "I love you....I ahh....I love you....love huhhhhh love.... you...." I said between loud gasps. He came moaning so hard. We were breathing heavily. He slowly pulled out. Then he leaned in giving me a kiss.
We got fresh washing ourselves and got dressed again. Gojo has to leave. We went downstairs. Nanami standing there leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand. The second Gojo saw him, his entire soul nearly left his body. “…Oh,” Gojo said weakly. Nanami stared at him for a long moment. Then at me. Then back at Gojo again. “Done with the project?” Nanami finally asked flatly. "Yes" Gojo replied. Nanami took another sip of coffee slowly. “Interesting. Didn’t know science projects involved screaming.” Gojo’s face went completely white. I walked to Nanami and took the last sip from his coffee. "Oh come on, Gojo. Don't be scared. Like my brother's gonna kill you for dating me, as if he's not dating your cousin Lcia" I said. "Wait wait wait wait wait... what? He's dating her?" Gojo asked. "Yes for 2years now" I replied. "Wait. How did you know" Nanami asked. "She's my friend???" I replied. "I mean I told her not to tell you!" Nanami said. "Well friends don't have secrets!" I sticked out my tongue at him. "So I shouldn't be scared to date you" Gojo said. "Absolutely not" I laughed.
reader working at a strip club.... She is poor And needs financial so she is working as a stripper....So one day the gojo goes to the club and ask to get a private dance by reader So reader starts doing her job like twerking on him..and gojo gets hard...he isn't allowed to touch her cause it's the rules...soo after the 5minutes of doing her job on him he asks for her number but she declines...and like her forces her for her number and she calls security..... Gojo knows he's strong enough to kill those security then and there but he didn't and went out... she continued doing her job...closing time she went out and started walking later she saw a black car and ignored..gojo exited the car and called her she saw him and ran..he chased her and got her..and took her in and thts when the things happens (it's a Noncon request 💕)
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“I’m so sick of this job”, you sighed, staring at yourself in the mirror. You applied makeup to your face as you got ready to start another day of work. “At least my fit today is cute”. You were wearing a short blue skirt that exposed your ass cheeks and a see through crop top that showed cleavage. You admired yourself some more, before being rudely interrupted by your boss. “Y/n! Get your ass out here and start making these customers happy”, the man yelled. You rolled your eyes, gathering your stuff to head to the preparation room. “I really need a new job”, you muttered. Once inside, you were happily greeted by your coworkers. They all had on similar clothing as you. “I guess blue is today’s theme”, you said to your friend.
She looked at you and nodded. “Yeah apparently the heir of the Gojo clan is coming today”, the woman mentioned. You were confused. “Who exactly?”, you questioned. She slightly hit your arm. “You don’t know Satoru? He comes in often carrying a lot of cash”, she said. “His birthday is today so we all have to wear blue to celebrate”. Raising your eyebrow at her, you still didn’t know who she was talking about. “Yeah…he’s not ringing a bell”. As the two of you chatted a while longer, you heard your name being called on stage. “Shit! How do I look?”, you asked your friend. “Like a stripper”, she laughed. You giggled at her comment, “Duh bitch, but seriously…how do I look?”. She tucked your hair behind your ears. “You look like someone who’s gonna get out of here soon. Make that money, save it, and never come back”, she said. You gave her a kiss on the cheek, proceeding to head out.
❤~On Stage~❤
It was mostly a crowd full of men, some women here and there, but mostly males were present. They all showered you with money as you worked your hips, dancing around that long silver pole you hated so much. The light from the ceiling beamed on you, revealing everything you were doing. “Isn’t she lovely?”, the man on the speaker said. Your body moved with ease as you slid down the pole, spreading your legs. The people went wild as they saw your black thong. You then got on the floor, crawling to the customers in front. You made eye contact with some of them as they put money in your skirt. “You deserve my whole savings”, one of the men said. You continued performing, until your time was up. “All right ladies and gentlemen, get ready to meet our next beauty”.
Heading off the stage, you were pulled to the side by a bouncer. “You have a private dance to attend to”, he said, guiding you to the private area of the club. “Do I have to?’, you pouted. The bouncer ignored you as he opened the door to one of the rooms. “If he tries anything you let me know”. With that he closed the door in your face. You stood there, sighing, facing your back towards your lucky customer. “Don’t look so sad”, he said. You turned around, seeing a tall white haired male with blue eyes. “Come over here”, he gestured. You put on a fake smile, approaching him. “Dance for me”, he demanded. Doing exactly what you do on stage, you begin to dance your hips, hands roaming all over your body.
“So…what’s your name?”, you asked, trying to make small talk. “Satoru…Satoru Gojo”, he smiled. Your eyes lit up in shock. “This is who she was talking about”, you thought. The man kept his eyes on you, observing the way you moved. “You have a nice body”, Satoru complimented. He let you dance in front of him some more, before patting his lap. “Come here”, he whispered. You walked over, sitting on him. “Such a good girl”, he said, resting his arms behind his head. He spread his legs, making sure you were lap dancing directly over his cock. “Am I doing ok?”, you asked, twerking on him. Satoru nodded, “More than ok”, he smirked. You continued to dance, feeling him slightly move his hips upwards as he got hard. “Can you stop that?”you asked, getting annoyed.
The man chuckled, “Fine…but can I have your number? I would be glad to have a beautiful lady like you as a gift”. You stopped moving, looking back at him. “Sorry, hun”, you said. “I’m not interested”. You started to dance again, wishing that the time he had left would be over. “Come on, darling”, Satoru grinned. “Don’t you want to get to know me? I’m a very interesting guy”. You rolled your eyes, “Not interested”. He chuckled again, “But why not? I can give you everything you ever wanted. Money…sex…you name it”. Satoru leaned forward, whispering into your ear. “Be a good girl and accept my offer”. Feeling his hand touch your waist, you yelled for the bouncer, getting up quickly. “Hey! Get him out of here”. The large man came in, ordering Gojo to get out. “Times up, man”, he said.
Satoru stayed seated. “No fair, I still have time left”. The bouncer got close to him. “Get out or I’ll throw you out myself”, he threatened. The white haired male looked at him, finding the man funny. “Do you really want to go there?”, he asked, standing up. The two men glared at each other. You watched from the doorway, getting nervous. “Just leave”, you told him. Satoru looked over at you, “Ok, princess”, he said, walking to the door. Before he left out, he stopped, turning his focus on you. “I’ll see you soon”. You felt it in your gut that he wasn’t lying. “What did he mean by that?”, you wondered. The bouncer tried to reassure you. “Don’t worry, y/n. I’ll make sure that bastard doesn’t try anything”. The man walked with you out of the room. “I can’t believe that just happened. What a creep”, you said to yourself.
❤~Time Skip~❤
You spent the rest of your shift, hanging out with your coworkers as you tried to forget what occurred between you and Gojo. “I heard you got to dance on Satoru”, your friend said. “How was it? Did he leave you a tip? He usually does”. You told her what happened. “For real?”, she said. “That does sound creepy, but don’t take it to heart. He’s usually a jokester”. You didn’t like how unserious she was. “Be serious! What if he kidnaps me or something? You know how desperate these customers can get”, you said. She shrugged her shoulders, telling you that Satoru has a different vibe. “He’s not like that…and besides if he does…you’ll be rich”, she joked. You laughed it off with her, trying to get over it. “All right girls time to go home”, your boss said, closing up the club. The bouncers kicked out any remaining customers, most of whom were bummed out drunk. “About time”, you yawned, stretching.
You went backstage to change and gather your stuff. “What a day”. Waving goodbye to your coworkers, you left out the back. The night was cold. All you had on were uggs, a crop top hoodie, and leggings. “Why is it so fucking cold?”, you shivered. “I should’ve brought a heavy jacket”. You walked home, hating the fact that you didn’t have a car. “I really need to get a car”. 10 minutes into your walk, you stopped at a convenience store for snacks. “Damn, I’m starving”, You sat at a nearby bus stop, chomping down a bag of chips and some cookies. “What has my life come to?”, you thought. You reflected on life, thinking about your financial situation. Stripping made a decent amount of money, but it wasn’t enough to support everything you needed. “I really need a new job”, you whined. After you were done stuffing your face, you got up, proceeding to head home again.
As you walked past a nearby church, you knew the alley you hated was coming up. It was dark and barely had any lights. You knew another way to go, but this way was quicker. You pulled out your phone, turning on the flashlight. A bunch of cats scattered around as they saw you. Trash was littered everywhere and a few cars passed you by. Just as you were about to turn a corner, a black car pulled up next to you, rolling the windows down. “It’s nice to see you again, princess”. You looked to the side, noticing it was Satoru. “Leave me alone”, you said, walking faster. He drove slowly, following you. “It’s cold out here. Why don’t you get in so I can give you a ride?”, he suggested. You ignored him.
The man sighed, feeling himself getting irritated. “Come on, baby. Don’t be like that. I’m trying to do you a favor”. You kept ignoring him, walking even faster. You were so distracted by him bugging you that you didn’t notice yourself turning the wrong corner. “Fuck! A dead end”, you said. Satoru smiled, taking this opportunity to block you with his car. You turned around to try to walk the other way, but you saw his trap. “What the fuck?”, your heart started to beat fast as fear filled you. “Well, well, well”, the man said, getting out of the car. You backed away, seeing him walk close to you. “Get the hell away from me”, you said. Gojo shook his head. “No can do, princess”. He pulled a white cloth out of his pocket.
“Get in the car”, he demanded. His usual smug look was gone. You could tell he was being serious. “N-no”, you said. Satoru sighed. “If you want me to be rough with you then just tell me”. He was now getting closer and closer. “This is your last chance”, he warned. “Get. In. The. Fucking. Car”. Seeing an opening, you made the brave decision to run past him. But before you could even make it, he put you in a headlock, smothering you with the cloth. “Just relax”, he said, feeling you struggle. You tried to fight back, kicking him in his leg. “You’re so cute”, he chuckled. Within minutes, you passed out. “Sleep peacefully, princess”. He picked you up, placing you in the trunk of his car. “We’re gonna have so much fun together”.
❤~An Hour Later~❤
You began to wake up. “Ow”, you groaned. Your head was throbbing from the drug Gojo used to knock you out. You blinked a couple of times, scanning the room he put you in. “Looks like my pretty princess is awake”. You noticed Satoru standing in front of a dresser. He had nothing but a blue silk robe on. “Did you sleep well?”, he asked, smiling. “Why am I here?”, you questioned. “Take me home now!”. He didn’t like your tone. “You’re so feisty, y/n”, he chuckled. You were shocked. “How do you know my name?”. The man walked over to the bed you were sitting on. He sat down, reaching for your face. “D-don’t touch me”, you slapped his hand away. Satoru stared at you with a blank expression, tilting his head. “You know…”, he paused. “Your defiance is really starting to piss me off”.
You scoffed at him. “You think you’re starting to get pissed off? Fuck-”, before you could finish what you were about to say. Gojo slapped you. Your back hit the mattress as you laid there crying. “Don’t test me”, he said. The man got up from the bed, taking off his robe. “Get undressed”, he ordered. You continued to lay there, holding your face. “Now y/n!” Satoru raised his voice. You leaned up, taking off everything but your bra and panties. “Take those off too”, he said. You shook your head, “C-can I please keep these on?”, you asked, voice breaking. “No”, he said simply. The two of you stared at each other in silence. At this moment…you started to realize how serious the situation was. You took off the remaining clothing, making him smile.
“Good girl”, he said. Gojo walked up to you, grabbing your face. “Don’t cry”, he cooed, seeing the mascara run down your cheeks. He gently laid you down, getting on top of you. “All you have to do is behave and I won’t hurt you”. He kissed your lips, slipping his tongue in your mouth. His hand roamed your body, reaching for your pussy. “Hmm?”, he moaned, pulling away from the kiss. “You’re wet already?”, he smiled. “Did me hitting you turn you on?”. He slid his fingers in you, thrusting deep into your cunt. You gasped, feeling his long digits explore inside you. Satoru chuckled, “I can make you feel so good”.’
He curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot. “N-no”, you moaned, reaching for his arm. The man grabbed both of your arms, pinning your wrists above your head. “Don’t do that, princess”, he kissed your neck, leaving wet sloppy trails. You blushed, slightly moaning. You could hear him laugh in between each kiss. “You smell so good”, he licked your skin, before roughly biting it. “Ow”, you whimpered. He left a red mark on your flesh, kissing the bruise. His fingers fucked you faster, feeling you clench around him. “That’s it, doll. Cum for me”. Your moans began to get louder and more high pitched. “Fuck”, you whined. Within seconds you came, making Satoru proud. He pulled his fingers out, sticking them in his mouth. “Mmm”, he grinned.
You breathed heavily, trying to recover from your intense orgasm. “Wasn’t that fun?”, he teased. His hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it. You looked down at it, seeing precum leak from his pink tip. He slapped his dick against your cunt, causing you to twitch. “God, you’re so wet”, he grunted. Without warning, he shoved himself in you. Your walls stretched open. You cried out in pain, begging him to pull out. “P-please pull out. It hurts”. Satoru caressed your face, wiping away a tear that fell from your eye. He sadistically humped you hard, making you whimper even more. “Please”, you squealed. He ignored your begging, continuing to fuck you. The man was rough as he slammed himself into you. “You take me so well”, he groaned.
The more you cried, the sooner your voice began to die down. Gojo had you flipped on your stomach, his hand restraining your arms behind your back. You sobbed quietly into his pillow, waiting for him to be done with you. The man was fucking you harder now, making your ass clap as his pelvis kept hitting it. He moaned louder, feeling his orgasm arriving. “Fuck…you’re…s-so tight”, he grunted. With a few more thrusts, he spilled his seed into you, filling you up. “Damn”, he huffed. He pulled out of you, watching cum leak down onto his blanket. “You were so good for me, princess”, he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
You laid flat, feeling disgusted. “Can I go home now?”, you asked. He laid beside you, staring into your eyes. “Why do you want to go back?”, he questioned. “You should stay here with me. Like I said sweetface… I can give you anything you want”. He leaned into your face, kissing your lips. “You really want to go back to being a broke stripper?”. You knew he was right. You hated your job and the idea of being with someone with status and money could help you live a better life. “So what do you say?” Satoru asked. You looked at him and nodded. “Ok… I’ll stay with you”.
Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours that can be uncomfortable and triggering to read. Specific warnings: implied noncon and emotional manipulation. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion.
Okay but imagine Manupilative Yandere! Gojo who:
~is always emotionally vulnerable and open so its easier to get you to do whatever he wants. Like, after he has to kill Getou, evidently he's upset and experiencing grief. But with you, its worse. With you, he overemphasis the misery he felt to have to kill his own best friend for the greater good. He highlightes how he has no one and that he's so lonely, solely in front of you, so you would feel bad and finally go out with him. And it works. You feel absolutely heartbroken at what Gojo had to went through and cannot tolerate making it worse for him. You've already told him no so many times, would it really be that bad to just give him a chance? And so you do. But after, anytime you try to leave him, he holds this over your head. The guilt whelms you every time, and you stay.
~Manupilative Gojo who always coerces you into saying yes. He does it so gently, you just can't bring yourself to keep saying no. Particularly at night, after a long and tedious mission, if all you want to do is sleep to rest, and Gojo desires differently, what he wants goes. He will start with feathery carcasses, and light pecks. Then, one peck becomes a deeper and more wetter kiss, and a single carass becomes one too much; despite how much you may kindly request or beg him to just leave you be for a single night, Gojo doesn't relent. He'll whisper gentle "please" and push you with encouragment of "just be a good girl for me" until you cave. And there's no choice but to always cave.
~Manupilative Gojo who makes sure that whatever he has planned for your future together will be what goes. If you want the same things - great! If not, well, then you would just need to comprise. Not him, just you. And he's very clever in assuring that you don't realise this. Instead, he'll gaslight you into giving up your goals and adhering to his by saying things like "every relationship requires sacrifices my love. I've done mine, I'd like to see you make some too."
~Manupilative Gojo who always gets what he wants; he knows just what to say and do to pull on your heartstrings and give into him.
~Manupilative Gojo who is so utterly and impeccably obsessed with you. He's so desperate to keep you by his side that he'll stoop enough to emotionally blackmail you in whatever way he can so that you can never leave him.
Pairing: Yandere!Gojo Satoru x Named Female Reader (Miyahara Asami)
Summary: Meeting him seemed like an honor but had Asami watched him closely she might have not found herself in such a situation.
Warnings: NON CON, Jealousy, Character Death, Implied Murder, Unconsensual Drugging.
Word Count: 2648
A/N: It's my first time writing yandere let me know what you think of it.
The first time pupils at Tokyo Jujutsu High acknowledged Miyahara Asami’s existence was when Gojo Satoru lingered beside her. His left hand gently resting on her shoulder while everyone on the sports field intently watched the struggle of Asami as she fought to hold back tears, only to succumb as they traced a path down her cheeks.
Upon discovering Asami's strained ankle, the P.E. teacher swiftly assigned Satoru the task of bringing her to the school nurse. Without any hesitation, Satoru slid his hands underneath her knees and supported her back. As whispers danced among her peers, Asami's realization washed over her — Satoru held her in his embrace. Sudden Asami became insecure. Does he find her heavy? Does he consider her a cry baby? Does he think she is disgusting for sweating?
Asami had never truly grasped the magnitude of Satoru's towering height until that moment. In his presence, she swore she was lifted closer to the celestial realm rather than grounded on earthly soil, an ethereal sensation that left her in awe.
That particular day etched itself into Satoru's memory as the moment he made a profound declaration to himself—a declaration of love, as he willingly embraced the truth that his heart had unequivocally fallen for her.
As the sun rose the next morning, Asami bid farewell to her grandparents and embarked on a painstaking journey towards the exit of the apartment building. Though the nurse had cautioned against walking, the absence of anyone to accompany her left her with no alternative but to defy the advice and tread slowly towards school. However, just as Asami set foot outside, her steps came to an astonished halt, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight that greeted her—Gojo Satoru, standing before her with a bicycle in hand. How had he discovered her place of residence?
"Good morning, Asami," he greeted her with a cheerful tone, her name rolled off his tongue so naturally. As he approached her, he closed the distance between them. Once he stood in front of her, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection in his piercing blue eyes. "Good morning," she responded, reciprocating the greeting. Satoru's gaze fell upon the bandage wrapped around her swollen ankle, prompting him to remark, "You weren't planning to walk to school with a sprained ankle, were you?" Standing before her with a bike, he offered, "Let me take you to school."
Hesitance took over her. Eyes were drawn to the sleek and expensive-looking bicycle. “Thank you for the offer but there’s no need for that. I don’t want waste your time,” Asami politely declined. Firmly he insisted, “Don’t be stupid. You don’t want to prolong your ankle’s recovery.” Asami could not wait any longer and asked the question that lingered her mind since she saw Satoru standing: "How did you know where I lived?" Purposefully, Satoru brushed off her question, deeming it irrelevant. She does not have to know about the fact he followed her yesterday when she got picked up by her grandfather. All that mattered to him was that they were together again.
"Now, hop on before I drag you to school by your hair," he said while a gentle smile graced his lips. The way those words escaped his mouth left Asami feeling ambiguous. Wondering whether it was a genuine joke or a not.
From that pivotal moment onwards, Satoru made it a point to go the extra mile in his pursuit of Asami's company.
Satoru's heart grew heavy with the realization that he and Asami were not in the same academic year. As a second-year student, their schedules rarely aligned, leaving him longing for more moments with her at school. However, this obstacle did not deter Satoru from actively seeking her out during breaks, determined to steal precious snippets of time together.
One day, as they gathered during a break, a tall, slim boy with black hair approached them. "So this is the girl," he remarked, his gaze fixed on Asami. Politely bowing, she introduced herself, saying, "I am Miyahara Asami. It's a pleasure to meet you." Satoru, standing beside her, couldn't help but interject, his voice filled with affection, "Yeah, isn't she cute?" His gentle gesture of tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear underscored his fondness for her.
In no time, Asami found herself becoming acquainted with Satoru's circle of friends—Suguru, Shoko, Kento, and Yu. It was fortunate that she already shared a class with Yu and Kento, allowing a sense of familiarity to ease her into the newfound company.
Whenever Satoru greeted Asami, he had a big smile plastered on his face. Being in her presence again made him so happy. Spending the school breaks together was not enough. Without realizing it, Satoru started to play a bigger part in her life.
Every morning he picked her up from residence with his bike. Feeling her arms wrapped around his waist made him feel in control of her. Whenever the rain poured down, he would insist on sharing his transparent umbrella that clearly was designed for one person. The feeling of his shoulder touching hers made the butterflies in his stomach dance.
One day he felt bolder than usual and wrapped his arm around her waist. Asami froze up from the sudden action of the white-haired boy but she did not push his arm away.
On scorching afternoons, he would convince her to join him for ice cream after school. Giving him a great excuse to wipe the ice cream from her lips. When the biting cold of winter set in he would wrap his scarf around her neck. Ensuring her warmth and comfort.
In Satoru's mind, these gestures were evidence of a budding affection reciprocated by Asami. Her genuine cheer and unwavering support during his baseball matches further fueled his belief. And when fatigue plagued his shoulders it was her gentle hands that massaged away the tension, offering solace and care. In moments of wintry chill her warm palms would envelop his cold ones, providing an intimate connection that resonated deeply within him. Their bond seemed sealed when, on her birthday, he presented her with a necklace that adorned her neck. In gratitude she planted a tender kiss on his cheek.
Yet, the harsh truth of reality revealed that Asami's eyes had wandered elsewhere, drawn to the captivating presence of Yu Haibara. Despite Satoru's devoted efforts, his heartfelt gestures were unnoticed by the one he held dear.
"What?" Satoru's voice escaped his lips, a mix of confusion and surprise etched on his face as he witnessed a remorseful smile gracing Asami's delicate features. His mind raced, questioning her intentions — did he do something to upset her? "I am sorry, Sato, but I will not walk home with you today. I will see you tomorrow," she gently explained, swiftly gathering her schoolbag before making her way out of the classroom. Dissatisfied with her response, Satoru couldn't bear the thought of their cherished routine being disrupted. He trailed after her, his determination unwavering. "But we always walk home together," he pleaded, hoping to reignite their daily tradition, a ritual he held dear. "I know but not today. I promise, I will make it up to you," she reassured him and kissed his cheek before leaving him alone in the hallways, a bitter blend of anger and disappointment washing over him as he watched his Asami leave the school building. Refusing to accept her rejection, Satoru decided to follow Asami, driven by an overwhelming need to uncover the reasons behind her sudden disruption of their harmonious routine.
Maintaining a discreet distance he followed her to the park, his steps coming to an abrupt halt as he beheld the sight before him. Asami ran towards Yu, her excitement palpable. Satoru stood frozen, his eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before him. Time seemed to slow as he observed Asami's cheeks flush with a delicate shade of pink, a telltale sign of her nervousness. His heart clenched with a mix of anger and jealousy as Yu plucked a cherry blossom from her hair, a gesture laden with an intimacy that stung Satoru's soul. However, what truly ignited a firestorm within him was the sight of Asami’s school skirt. It was noticeably shortened, revealing a glimpse of her thighs as she sat beside Yu.
"Satoru, stop it!" Asami's voice erupted in a yell, urging the white-haired boy to release his grip from her. It had only been ten minutes since Satoru showed up unannounced at her apartment, bombarding her with relentless questions about her relationship with Yu. Yet, to Asami, the relentless repetition made it feel like an eternity. "Why are you behaving like this all of a sudden? I've already told you there is nothing between me and Yu," she reassured him, her hand gently resting on his chest, an attempt to calm his raging storm. But the anger etched across his face refused to dissipate, his heavy breaths filling the air.
"But you kissed him," he uttered, the accusation laced with hurt and disbelief. "It was just a peck... Sato, I swear, I'm not dating Yu," Asami pleaded, her voice tinged with both sincerity and frustration, hoping to break through the walls he had erected.
"Kiss me," he suddenly demanded, his voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and determination. Taken aback by his request, Asami looked at him with a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “I almost kiss you daily,” she reminded him but Satoru shook his head knowing what she is referring to. “A real kiss,” he said and looked at her with darkness in his eyes. Something she had never seen before. Something about it scared her. In no mood to prolong this pointless conversation, she nodded reluctantly and took a step closer to her friend. With a blend of nervousness and slight fear, she rose on her tiptoes, preparing to fulfill his request, unaware of the consequences that would unfold next.
The moment her soft lips touched his, his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. Desperately he sucked and bite at her lower lip, begging her to open her mouth. Once Asami slightly opened her mouth, Satoru forced his tongue insider her mouth. Exploring every corner of her mouth and dominating her tongue.
The kiss was rough and sloppy. The way he bit her lips she could taste something metallic. Once Satoru was satisfied with the kiss he pulled away but he remained close to her. Still having a tight grip on her waist, he leaned closer and let his forehead rest against hers. A thin string of saliva connecting their lips.
As days melded into weeks, Satoru watched with a heavy heart as Asami slipped further and further away from his side. The vibrant thread that once bound them together began to unravel, the closeness they once shared slowly fading into distant memories. Their conversations became fleeting, their laughter growing scarce, and their moments together dwindled into mere fragments of what they used to be. It felt as though the very foundation of their bond was crumbling, leaving Satoru bewildered and consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
The pain that gripped Satoru's heart was both relentless and overwhelming. Anger mingled with confusion, leaving him questioning what had changed. What had caused this gradual distance to grow between them? The countless hours he had devoted to their friendship, the unwavering support and understanding he had offered, seemed to have been disregarded, cast aside with such ease. It was a bitter pill to swallow, to witness the fading connection that had once felt unbreakable.
Satoru had been willing to tolerate the multitude of changes unfolding within Asami's life. However, the final blow that shattered his resilience came when he was at a party hosted by a classmate. Almost every student from Tokyo Jujutsu High was present at the gathering. While the loud music echoed through the entire house and people were getting drunk left and right, Satoru decided to look for Asami. He needed to talk to her. After searching the entire house for his favorite person, there was one place left to explore. Quietly he pushed a bedroom door open and immediately halted his tracks.
There she was laying on somebody’s bed with Yu between her legs. No words could adequately capture the depth of Satoru's emotions. Was he angry? Livid? Consumed by rage? None of these descriptors could fully encapsulate the turmoil coursing through his veins. On that day, a solemn oath took shape within Satoru's heart—he vowed to reclaim Asami, to restore what had been lost between them.
The next encounter between the two friends took place within the confines of Satoru's bedroom. Her tears staining the fabric of Satoru's shirt while he provided a steady source of comfort, his hand gently tracing soothing circles on her back. "I can't comprehend how someone could be so cruel," she whispered with trembling lips. The weight of Yu's passing weighed heavily on her heart, each thought of him was a painful reminder of the harsh realities of life. "The world can be so unfair sometimes," the blue-eyed boy murmured softly, his voice laced with understanding, as he reached out his hand to grab a glass of water and held the glass to her quivering lips, encouraging her to take a few sips.
As the minutes passed, fatigue enveloped Asami, her limbs growing heavy and her eyes struggling to stay open. Recognizing her growing exhaustion, she mustered the strength to voice: "I need to go home." Gently pushing herself away from Satoru's comforting embrace, she attempted to stand on her unsteady legs. But before she could fully find her balance, her body betrayed her. Collapsing to the wooden floor beneath her. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain coursed through her. Sensing her distress, Satoru swiftly moved into action, his arms instinctively reaching out to lift her delicate and small frame. With ease and tenderness, he carefully lifted her from the ground, cradling her in his arms, before gently placing her upon his bed.
"You know how I envision our future?" Satoru gently posed the question as he unbuttoned her blouse, his gaze fixed on her distant stare towards the ceiling, oblivious to his actions. Curious, she turned her gaze towards the white-haired boy. "Well?" she prompted, her eyes searching his face for an answer. Satoru's voice held a hint of longing as he painted the picture of their shared destiny. "I imagine us living together in a magnificent house nestled amidst the mountains," he revealed, throwing her blouse on the wooden floor as he admired her body. A wistful smile graced his lips as he indulged in his daydream. "The thought of returning home to find you patiently waiting for me fills my heart with joy," he confessed, having envisioned that scene countless times in his mind. When he did not get a response from Asami, he continued: “The idea of us sharing a bedroom gets me riled up.”
“Why” she asked. Totally unaware of Satoru slowly pulling down her underwear. “Think about it, Asami,” the white-haired boy said as he caged her with his body. Planting little kisses in her neck as he forces Asami to part her legs. “Sato I need to go home,” Asami said as she felt a warm hand between her legs. “My grandparents are waiting for me,” she said as she placed her hands on his bare chest and tried to push him away. Disappointment washed over as she realized that her effort were pointless.
“And now that Yu is out of the picture, that dream can turn into reality,” Satoru said as he massages her breast. “What? What do you mean?” Asami said drowsy. "Hush you do not have worry about it. He will not bother us anymore," Satoru said before planting a kiss on her forehead.
“I love you Asami” were the last words that Miyahara Asami heard before everything turned black.
Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, rescue, biting, size difference, frat boy Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative, popular reader, both are same level.
Summary : frat boy Gojo x popular reader. After completing the school the most popular Gojo Satoru took admission in a university where also another person has taken admission. She's as popular as him but they haven't seen each other ever. So what happened next....?
( All characters are aged up/18+)
Minors Do Not Interact
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3rd person pov
The university campus buzzed with life long before the first lecture had even started. A black sports car rolled through the university gates, immediately turning more than a few heads. The driver's door opened. Out stepped Gojo Satoru. Six-foot-three. White hair. Designer sunglasses.
"...He's so handsome."
"Isn't that Gojo?"
"I heard he's from Tokyo."
"My friend said he's ridiculously rich."
Gojo barely acknowledged the whispers. He was used to them. Girls stared. Guys either wanted to be him or beat him. Nothing new. His phone buzzed.
Suguru: Where are you?
Gojo: Saving the university by arriving.
He walked inside the campus. And heard people say something that caught his attention. "Yes that girl....yes yes y/n. She took admission here. Yk she's hot! Like.... you'll see when she comes" some guy said. "Yeah dude totally. I've seen her. She's fine af. And yk what? She plays guys a lot what I know" another says. A popular girl? Plays guys?.... Who cares. Satoru have had too many girls in his bed too.... what's so special? And nobody has ever reached his level of popularity. Girls comes to his frat parties and would act like they've seen heaven even if he posts a story and their face is seen in that picture. So basically Gojo doesn't care who's coming who's going.
Walking through the hallway Sukuna joined him. "Damn you late too?" He said. Gojo nodded. "You gonna practice basketball after today right?" Sukuna asked. "Yuppp" Gojo replied. "Thought you gonna go eat mochi instead" Sukuna joked. "Ok that was one time" Gojo defended. "Yeah yeah.... whatever you say" Sukuna laughed and they both reached at their classroom. They joined Geto who was talking to Shoko. "You two came too early" Geto mocked. "Hahahaha so funny Suguru! You want me to get in your bed?" Gojo said rolling his eyes. Then by the other students expression Gojo understood someone came in the class. He turned his head to see.
You walk in the room. Busy in your phone. You heard everyone talking about you. But you ignored them just like Gojo. You're familiar with that attention too. So you don't care what anyone is even saying. Gojo just stared at you. When he heard the gossip yes he expected someone good looking... But he didn't expect you to be that hot....too hot that making Gojo Satoru stare. So The Fuckboy Gojo has a type now. But he didn't let his friends catch he's staring. Gojo got dragged out of his thoughts when he saw Shoko walking to her.
"hey, you didn't tell me you took admission in here?" Shoko said. "Oh you too? I didn't even know you were here too" you replied her. "Okay I'll catch you after, ok?" Shoko said. "Yeah ok. Atleast I've got someone I know here" you replied. You both laughed. Then shoko walked back to her friend group. "You know her?" Gojo asked. "Oh?" Shoko raised an eyebrow. "What 'oh'?" Gojo frowned. "You've never asked me about another girl before." Shoko said. "I asked because you literally walked up to her. And because you are my friend and I've never seen her so I'm shocked" Gojo replied. "Ok ok yeah she's my friend." Shoko replied. "Really? I've never seen you post pictures with her?" Gojo asked. "I do. You just barely watch anyone's stories" shoko replied rolling her eyes. "She's hot" Sukuna complemented.
The class went on. After lecture ended Shoko met you outside. She promised you she'll walk back with you. Since you two haven't met for months. "So, where are you staying?" Shoko asked. "I'll be staying in the droom room" you replied. "Me too" shoko replied. "Well so I have a partner to come to the campus with" I said. We both chuckled.
Next day. Y/n's pov
We walked in the campus. Me and Shoko were walking through the hallway. The shoko stopped. "Literally oneday and you started flirting around?" Shoko said. I looked up from my phone to see who she's talking to. I saw a Man with white hair tall standing in the hallway leaning against the wall talking with some girls. The guy turned to Shoko. "It's called talking" he told Shoko. "You're literally flirting with her." Shoko said. "Me? Flirting?" Gojo placed a hand over his chest dramatically. "Yes!" Shoko replied. "I'm just being friendly." Gojo said. "Yeah to make them crawl in your bed?" Shoko snorted. "All girls die to get in my bed... Not my fault" he smirked.
That made me look up from my phone again. Oh. So he's that narcissistic kind of guy huh? Hmm. He looked at me with that smirk. "Anyways I'm going to the classroom" shoko said and we both walked to our class. I've had heard about Gojo before. Never seen him but heard of him. The fratboy. How he fucks around..... Well kind of just like me. But he has an huge ego I can tell. And I'd love to break that ego if I get a chance. I love to give reality check to guys who have an ass personality.... Anyways....
"Don't tell me you're already judging him," Shoko said. "Who?" I glanced at her. "Gojo" she replied. "For fucking around? I do the same" I replied. "You don't think he's annoying?" She asked. "He's definitely annoying." I shrugged. "Thank you." She said. We both laughed. "By the way," Shoko said. "Hm?" I looked at her. "You know he's probably going to try flirting with you now." She sighed. I laughed. "Watch me break him then" I winked at her. "Oh, this is going to be entertaining." Shoko laughed.
A week passed. A guy from our campus already threw a party today. But who am I to say no two a party? When I might end up with a good sex there? So obviously I went to that party. Wearing a tank top and a mini skirt. I grabbed my phone and walked out. Shoko said she'll meet me at the party directly because she has to go with her other friends. The party was being held at one of the frat guy's house. I walked in and straight went for drink. Taking the drink "hey..." I heard someone beside me. I turned to my right. It's the guy who's throwing the party. "Hey" I smiled back. "Didn't expect you'll really come" he said with a smirk. "Could have invited me before too...it wasn't like I only used to go to the parties of the people my school only" I replied. "Oh? My fault then....but since we're in same college I've got more chances then?" He winked. "Sure" I smirked back.
"so you wanna join us for a game?" He asked pointing at the couch. I looked at the couch. People sitting there. One face so obviously recognisable. Gojo. Sitting there with his friends. One girl on his lap, two girls drolling over his bicep. "Spin the bottle" the guy said again. "Sure" I said taking a sip of my drink. He walked me to the couch. "Look who's joining us for the game" he announced in a celebriting way. Some girls smiled at me. I smiled back. Shoko was there. I sat on the couch. Gojo was sitting across from me, sprawled comfortably against the couch with one arm resting along the back. The girl who had been sitting on his lap earlier had moved away. His sunglasses were gone now, revealing those striking blue eyes I'd only seen properly for the first time today. But I've noticed he was looking at me since the guy announced.
3rd person pov
"Do I have something on my face?" You asked finally. "No." Gojo's lips curved. "Then?" I asked. "Just looking." He replied. "Try blinking occasionally." I replied back. Sukuna snorted. Gojo's smile widened. "Oh, you're funny." He said tilting his head. "I know." You replied. "Confident too." He said. "I know that too." You said. "That's dangerous." He replied. "For who?" You asked. That earned a collective "OHHHH!" And he did not look satisfied. Because he's used to have girls thorw themselves at him. And he's not liking you're not doing the same. Especially when he thinks you're hot. “Guess we'll find out.” Gojo said. Y/n took another sip of her drink. “Maybe.”
The bottle spinned. Got many rounds. Kissing and making out with each other. Then this round the bottle stopped again. One end pointing at you the other one Geto. Geto smiled at you tilting his head. You walked up to him. "Well atleast got someone handsome" you winked letting yourself sit on his lap. "That's my pleasure" Geto replied. You pulled by his shirt into a kiss. Geto's hand wrapped around you pulling you into a deeper kiss. "Would you like to ignore the party and go to upstairs?" You whispered in his ear. "Oh I'd love to" geto replied smirking, picking you up in a bridal style and carrying you upstairs.
Gojo excused himself from the party too. What else he was supposed to do? Stay there knowing his bestfriend was banging his crush upstairs?.... wait did he say crush? "I don't like her. I just want her attention." "Okay, maybe I like her." "Fuck. I actually like her."...ok it doesn't matter right? Like accepting only to himself won't ruin his reputation.... He told himself. God he wanted you....he wanted you just like he can get any women he looks at. Why is it Geto and not him? He should be the one to get his bed warmed by you. He can do more that his bestfriendos doing. And that attitude you showed him? Nobody ever did. Oh he wanted you under him scratching his back while he fucks you so hard that you don't know if you should beg for more or less.... Oh he's so jealous but he won't accept it. Nope.... He's not letting his 10000000ft ego fall that easily.
That night passed but Gojo didn't let anyone know what he was feeling. There was one week vacation. He was so bored in his house. So one night he randomly stalked you on instagram. It wasn't hard for him to find your account. Because you were Shoko's friend. So he found you easily from her following. He scrolled through every pictures. How good you look in every. But he couldn't stop himself from staring at that bikini pics. Oh he loves how he can see your ass. How can he not imagine that ass rubbing on his crotch... teasing him. He didn't realise he was rubbing himself through his pants.
He's so fucked. He doesn't know what got him. But he followed you. He knows there are ppl who'll obviously see he's following you on instagram and if you don't follow him back he doesn't know how would he able to show his face to anyone again. He doesn't want ppl to see him as someone pathetic that's his only fear. But he took the risk. He tossed his phone aside. Maybe you're busy right now and you'll see it later.
A few moment later he got a notification. He grabbed the phone. It wasn't you. It was Sukuna.
Sukuna: You followed Y/n?
Gojo stared at the message. Then another appeared.
Sukuna: 💀
Gojo: Mind your business.
Three dots appeared.
Sukuna: You never follow girls.
Gojo: She's different.
Gojo froze. He stared at what he'd typed.
Gojo: She's Shoko's friend.
Then a notification popped on top of his screen.
Y/n followed you back.
He was waiting for this notification. Thank god you didn't ruin his ego to dust. "I bought some– why are you smiling at your phone?" Geto asked entering Gojo's room. Gojo's head snapped up. Gojo immediately turned his phone facedown. "Nothing" he said. Geto let himself fall on the bed. "Who messaged you?" Geto asked. "Nobody." Gojo replied. "Then why did you immediately turn your phone over when I walked in?" Geto asked back. Gojo didn't reply. Then finally spoke. "Ok but you won't tell anyone?" Gojo said. "I won't" geto replied. "So......I kinda...... Like y/n" Gojo managed to say. The room went silent.
"what?!" Geto finally asked. Gojo just stared. "Oh my God, Satoru... couldn't you just tell me this earlier?! Now I've a guilty that I've fucked my bestfriend's crush" Geto groaned. "What was I supposed to do?! Tell 'suguru don't go fuck her because I like her' infront of everyone?" Gojo replied back. "A warning text, Satoru! A look! Literally anything before I carried her up the stairs would have worked! Do you have any idea how weird this is now?" Geto said. "Don't feel guilty. I didn't know I liked her then" Gojo said. "....that makes me feel a little better" Geto sighed.
The next week he went to the campus. And everyone is talking about how the campus's biggest Fuckboy and the biggest Playgirl is following each other on social media. They're batting on if you two have already hooked up or gonna hookup. He ignored what ppl sayin and went to the classroom. He noticed you were already there. Sitting and looking at your phone. He went to the seat beside you. "Is this taken?" He asked. "Nope" you smiled. He sat beside you. "So..." Gojo spoke "I'm throwing a party next week.... You should come" Gojo said. "I'd love to" you said leaning towards him. "My pleasure" Gojo smirked. You leaned in more. Face inches away from his neck. "I like your perfume" you said. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips then your cleavage then back to your eyes again. "Yeah?" He smirked.
Next week at the party. Y/n's pov
I went to the party wearing the slutiest dress I had. I smoothed down the fabric of my dress....a skin-tight, charcoal-black cut-out dress that hugged every single curve, plunging dangerously low in the front and ending mid-thigh. I had reasons... "Looking good," Geto complimented as I Walked to the drink counter. "I try," I hummed, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "Where's our host?" I asked. He looked back and whistled. "Satoru" he shouted. Gojo didn't need to tell why was Suguru calling for him when he saw me. And walked over. "Look who actually showed up," Gojo drawled. "Thought you're gonna be the one greeting me first tonight" I said taking a sip. "I'll excuse myself" Geto said and walked away. "I owe you an apology then" Gojo said leaning against the counter. "A big one" I replied.
"oh really?" He purred in my ear. Eyeing my body up and down. He licked his lips before giving that smirk again. I turned to him. Brushed my hand over his chest. Oh he's heart was racing how much he's trying to cover that up with that smirk. "You're looking good tonight" I whispered. His smirk widened, leaned in closer. His face inches away from mine. "But I have to go find some entertainment" I said and pushed myself off to walk away. But suddenly his palm pressed against my stomach and pushed me back, my back pressing against the counter. "Stop doing that, y/n" he whispered in clear words. No smirk on his face anymore. I stared at him.
"doing what?" I asked. "Hooking up with other guys" he replied. "You hook up with girls too.... I don't know what's the problem here?" I said. He gave me a tight smile. "You know damn well what you're doing.... Stop playing with me... You know what games are you playing with me.... You're not so innocent kind of girl.... and you know damn well what it's doing to me" He said. "Maybe grow some courage and try to ask me" I replied. "Suguru didn't have to ask you? You asked him instead?" He said. "He doesn't have a ego of 'I can get anything and anyone I want'" I replied. He stared at me. "You're scared to crush your ego, scared that it might make you look pathetic infront of your frat boys" I said. "Then stop making me look so pathetic" he whispered back. He sighed. "Y/n L/n. Would you like to go to my room with me?" He asked finally. "Look it wasn't that hard.... and yes" I replied.
Just a moment I saw his smirk returning his face, he threw me over his shoulder carrying me. Walking to his room, winking and Sukuna and Geto on the way. Then shut the door close and threw me on the bed. The mattress bounced beneath me. He stood infront of the bed. Threw off his hat, then took off his tshirt. "Since you've already made me look pathetic infront of everyone.... I should make it worth for me too, huh?" He smirked as he climbed over me kissing me wildly. His hands weren't soft....rough against the fabric of my dress as he pinned my wrists above my head with a single hand. He was kissing me like he was taking revenge of every single untold battle that was going on between us all these days.
Can't complain tho.... I did make him suffer a bit. He deserves a reward. He let go off the kiss to take off my dress. Which didn't took him much time to do. I was about to tease him again but his mouth on my breasts made me silent. A whimper left my mouth. I grabbed on his hair. Fuck...his mouth is too good. Sucking, twisting, biting on my nipples. Satoru chuckled against my skin, the low vibration sending through down my spine. "Thought you were going to tease me some more," he murmured. "Just... waiting for you to actually do something worth talking about." I managed to reply. He smirked as he sat up. "Oh baby, go on.... Tease me more like that.... I'll fuck you hard as much as your teasings" he said pulling down his sweatpants as pulled down my panties too. He positioned himself to my cunt. "You ok with raw?" He asked. I nodded.
He thrust straight into me in one smooth motion, burying his entire length deep inside my heat. I cried out scratching his back. I didn't notice his size before be put it in. But it's too big I can feel. He pulled it out all the way and pushed back again. "F-Fuck, Satoru—" I gasped. "Huh? What was that? Finally getting something worth talking about?" He whispered with a grin as he started thrusting faster. The room filled with the rhythmic, heavy thuds of his hips slamming against mine, the wet slapping sounds....the headboard cracking against the wall in a unrelenting pace. Gojo didn't give me any second to catch my breath. Every single thrust was deep.... stretching me so good that stars danced behind my closed eyelids. His hand came down to trap both of my hands above my head again.
"Look at you," Gojo growled. "All that big talk in the hallway... calling me annoying... acting like I was just another guy you could walk all over." He didn't slow down for even a fraction of a second. He was enjoying my messed up situation. I gasped, my head rolling back into the pillows as a intense wave of pleasure shot straight up my spine. "Yes.... f-fuck....ummmm right there" I moaned as he hit my gspot. "Yeah?" He said as he thrusted harder. My nails digging into his back. Screamed his name. I was too close. He kept fucking me harder and faster. My toes curled as I reached my climex. Fuck it felt so good.
His thrusts were getting sloppier so I knew he's close. "You're so tight....fuck so warm" he groaned fucking faster and faster. My walls squeezed around him. His cock pulsed inside me as it released it's heavy load. Gojo collapsed forward, burying his face into the crook of my neck as he let out a long, shuddering exhale. "Fuck....so good" he breathed out. He pulled out. But I was already drunk and fucked up to care about the party downstairs.... I passed out there. Gojo didn't go out either, he stayed there.
The next morning. 3rd person pov
Geto knocked. "What?" Gojo groaned. "So, I see the ego survived." Geto murmured. "Shut up and throw me a hoodie," Gojo hissed in a low voice, cautious not to wake you up. Geto smirked, tossing a oversized grey hoodie. "Sukuna owes me fifty bucks. He swore you'd end up kicked out of your own bed by midnight." He said. "Tell him to double it," Gojo replied a slow smirk spreading across his face as he wore the hoodie. Geto walked out. You stirred, letting out a soft, low sigh as you slowly opened your eyes. You sat up slightly, pulling the bedsheet up to cover your chest, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you looked at him. He was wearing his pants. "Morning," you murmured, "You always let girls stay after fuck, or am I getting special treatment?" You said.
"what do you think after making me beg to have your permission to fuck you?" He asked. You almost laughed. "I'm going out to buy some foods for breakfast.... wait here?" He asked. You nodded and pouted. He gave you a kiss and left. You lay down going through your phone. Gojo was at his favourite mochi place with Geto. When he got a notification on his phone.
Y/n mentioned you in their story
He opened it only to find a pic of his scratched back while he's sleeping. His face wasn't showing in it. He smirked as he reshared it on his story. Ofcourse he needed everyone to know you're his now.
Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physical and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, prince Gojo, Yandere Geto, prince Geto, Yandere Choso, prince choso, maid reader, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....
( All characters are aged up/18+)
Minors Do Not Interact
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3rd person POV
Being a maid in the royal palace meant working long hours. The royal family demanded perfection....clean floors, pressed clothes, spotless chambers. One of the royal family members, Prince Choso. Everyone whispered about him. They said he was charming when he wanted something. Dangerous when he didn't get it. And lately…He had been watching you. You pushed the thought away and hurried toward the prince’s chambers. The head maid had ordered you to replace the sheets on his bed before he sleeps. Just a quick job, you told yourself. You entered the room quietly. Prince Choso’s chambers were quite.... dark wood furniture, silk curtains, and the scent of incense lingering in the air. A fire flickered softly in the fireplace. Thankfully, the bed was empty. You placed the linens down and began changing the sheets, working quickly and efficiently. Your fingers moved fast, tucking the fabric beneath the mattress. Then the door clicked shut behind you. Your body froze.
Slow footsteps echoed across the room. “Working this late?” a deep voice murmured. You turned slowly. Prince Choso stood near the door, tall and imposing in a loose black robe. His long dark hair fell over his shoulders, and his sharp eyes were already fixed on her. “My prince,” you said quickly, lowering your gaze and bowing your head. “I was just finishing your bedding.” he nodded. And his eyes dragged your body up and down until you left. Like he always watches you. Like he was mind fucking you....
A week later, the palace was far louder than usual. The reason was.... Prince Choso’s closest friends had arrived. Prince Gojo. And Prince Geto. The three of them had grown up together, and whenever they reunited, it was chaos. Wine, laughter, reckless games. Choso leaned back in his seat, looking bored. “Your palace is dull,” Gojo complained dramatically. “Don’t tell me you’ve become respectable.” he said. Geto smirked. “That would be tragic.” Choso rolled his eyes. “You two arrived ten minutes ago.” he said. “Exactly,” Gojo replied. “And already I'm disappointed.” Just then you went in. To give them the wine bottles. Gojo noticed you first. Then Geto followed his gaze. The conversation stopped. You placed the wine bottles down.
“Your drinks, my princes,” you said. You turned to leave. But Gojo suddenly spoke. “Wait.” your steps stopped immediately. Slowly, you turned back. “Yes, my lord?” Gojo leaned forward slightly. Then he glanced at Choso. “Well,” he said slowly, a grin spreading across his face. “Now your palace is interesting.” Choso’s rolled his eyes. Geto chuckled quietly, resting his chin against his hand. “She’s beautiful,” Geto said calmly. You felt heat crawl up your neck. “Leave the tray and go.” Choso spoke coldly. You bowed and turned quickly. When she disappeared through the doors, Gojo leaned back again with a whistle. “Wow. I understand now.” Geto smiled faintly. Choso frowned. “Understand what?” he asked. Geto looked at him knowingly. “Why you’re distracted.” Silence.
Gojo’s grin widened. “Ohhh,” he said slowly. “You like her.” Choso didn’t answer. Which was answer enough. Gojo burst out laughing. “You’re unbelievable! The great Prince Choso, obsessed with a palace maid.” Geto looked thoughtful. “She’s different from the women you usually bring to bed.” Geto said. Choso took a sip of wine. “I didn’t say I was obsessed.” he said. “But you are interested.” Gojo said. Choso met his gaze. “…Yes.” Geto raised an eyebrow. “Well,” Gojo said, voice dropping lower, “we're interested too.” Choso froze. “What?” Geto shrugged casually. “She caught our attention.” he said. Gojo continued, completely unbothered. “Call her here.” he said. “Why?” Choso’s voice sharpened. Gojo smiled like a devil. “We’ll ask her something.” Choso stared at him.
“I’m not offering her to you.” choso said. Geto chuckled. “You’re misunderstanding.” He leaned forward slightly. “We’ll ask her ourselves.” Choso's eyes narrowed. “And what exactly will you ask?”Gojo rested his chin on his hand. “If she’d be willing,” he said slowly, “to share a bed with the three of us tonight.” The words hung in the air. For a moment.... Choso said nothing. Then he laughed softly. “You’re insane.” Gojo shrugged. “Maybe.” Geto smirked. “But aren’t you curious about her answer?” Choso stared at them. Choso signaled a nearby servant. “Bring the maid who served us wine.” The servant bowed and hurried away.
Y/n's POV
I entered the hall, confused. I bowed politely. “You called for me, my prince?” I asked. Gojo leaned forward, smiling like a wolf. “Yes,” he said softly. “We did.” he said. "We want to ask you a question" Geto said. “My lord?” I blinked. Gojo smiled slowly. “If three powerful men asked you to spend the night with them…” The words hung in the air. “...would you accept?” I looked up at them. My face Heated up. I looked at choso. He smirked at me. "And what if we even pay for you?" Geto asked. "Would you?" Choso asked. I looked down. "Answer us" one of them said. "I...." I spoke. "I would" I replied looking away. Geto leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass. “You didn’t even negotiate the price,” he said. "I would've.... Even without the money" I replied.
“And why, would you do that?” gojo asked. "Because I already knew that prince Choso wanted it ..... I was always waiting for him to ask. And you two princes are charming too....why would I reject when I want it too" I replied. Choso pulled me on the bed on his lap. "If I knew I would have asked you a longggg ago" he whispered. He grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss. Sucking on my mouth. He took off the shirt he was wearing. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. He crashed his mouth on my breast as soon as he took off my dress. licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensation. I grabbed his hair pulling it a little. "C-choso" I moaned. Then he took off my pantie. He looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered "you're wet. You naughty little slut, getting wet for me huh?". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pants. His dick sprang out.
He slowly lined up with me. He slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed at how big he was. He gave me time to adjust his size and then started thrusting in and out roughly. He grabbed me by my throat and thrusted up. It was too much... big and thick....it was giving too much pleasure. His thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh.... f-fuck...it's so tight " choso moaned. "As expected" Gojo said. I bit Choso's shoulder and scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thrust I came. They were still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. They both moaned loudly. Within a minute he came inside me.
I was catching my breath when he tossed me over someone's lap. I could see him when he grabbed my chin up to look at him. Geto. Smiled at me. "Looks like my turn now...." He whispered. He unbuckled his pants. "Turn over" he said. I forced my body to turn over, on my fours. Then I felt his tip circling around my clit. Rubbing slowly, teasingly. Then he pushed inside suddenly. I almost screamed at the sensation but he put his hand over my mouth. Then he started thrusting. Stretching me, filling me, making me gasp at how deep he went. “God.... you're...fuck really so tight!” he groaned against my neck. He moved slowly at first, savoring every inch of my pussy. Each thrust hit deep, building the heat again until I couldn’t keep my voice down. he whispered things in my ear. “loving it,huh? Under me. Moaning like that.” he groaned. I whimpered underneath it. It does feel so good. It feels too good. He snapped his hips harder. He pounded into me, faster, deeper, the sound of skin on skin feeling the area.
I heard him groaning with satisfaction. He went as rough as he could. I could feel I'm about to cum. and when I came, it was with a scream muffled into his hand. My body trembled, barely aware that he was close too....his rhythm faltering. “Y/N—I’m....fuck, I’m coming...” he groaned, and with a deep final thrust, he buried himself in me and let go, moaning my name. Then he pulled out slowly. His cum dripping out of me. He stared at it with satisfaction. As soon as he pulled out. Another hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me. Gojo.
"wait...let me breathe" I huffed. "Can't promise about breathing....but can promise about rest" he said and laid me on my back and he took off his pants. He leaned in. His mouth found the swell of my breast his tongue flicking against my nipple before sucking it. I gasped, arching under him as his hand moved down, past my stomach, slipping down between my thighs. His fingers brushed lower, cupping my cunt. I whimpered. He chuckled. His lips find my neck as he slowly pushes his dick inside. Stretching me, filling me, making me gasp at how deep he went. “God—Y/N—you feel too good, it feels....fuck! ” he groaned against my neck.
Each thrust hit deep, building the heat again until I couldn’t keep my voice down. I clung to him, nails dragging down his back, legs wrapping tight around his waist. I cried. “Don’t stop.” I moaned. He snapped his hips harder. His hand slid under my thigh, angle me up as he pounded into me, faster, deeper, the sound of skin on skin filled the room.
His lips were everywhere. my neck, my shoulder, my mouth. We were fire and storm, desperate and wild. “Gonna come for me?” he whispered, fingers rubbing tight circles on my clit. “Y-Yes—please—” I moaned. "Me too" He replied. He kept thrusting. He grabbed my waist and went inhumanely fast. I screamed his name. He made me see stars. We came together. We were breathing heavily. He slowly pulled out.
My vision blurred out from all that. "Let her rest....she has done too~ much work for now" one of them said to the others.
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Y/n's POV
Everyone in campus knew Satoru Gojo. Tall, loud, stupidly attractive, and painfully confident. Satoru was the kind of guy who never whispered when he could announce. Biggest college frat boy. Party prince. The type who wore sunglasses indoors and somehow made it work. And for reasons known only to God and his inflated ego, he had decided years ago that I was his. “Morning, babe.” I didn’t look up from my coffee. “Don’t call me that.” Satoru dropped into the chair across from me anyway, long legs stretched out. “But you are, though.” he said. “I am not.” I replied. “Yet.” he grinned. I sighed. Same routine. Every. Single. Day. He’d been like this since high school. Back then, it was notes slipped into my locker, dramatic confessions in the hallway, telling everyone we were “basically dating.”
Now it was coffee ambushes, arm slung over my shoulders when I wasn’t looking, and him loudly introducing me as his girlfriend to people I’d never met. “I told my mom about you,” he said casually, stealing a sip of my drink. “You WHAT?” I stared at him. “She already loves you.” I yanked the cup back. “We are not dating, Satoru.” He leaned closer, eyes sparkling. “That’s okay. I’m patient.” No. He wasn’t. He flirted like breathing effortless, constant. I’d tell him a thousand times, clearly and loudly, that I don't want to date anyone right now. but he treated rejection like a temporary inconvenience. And the worst part? He never got angry. Never pushed. Never crossed a line. Just smiled and waited, like he already knew how the story would end. But the thing is.... He's not a bad person at all.
SATORU’S POV
I was having a great day. Classes canceled. Sun out. Y/N glared at me twice before noon. Perfect. Then my phone rang. Mom. That was suspicious. “Hey.” I answered. “Satoru,” she said sweetly, which was never a good sign, “we have news.” I leaned back on my bed. “If this is about marriage proposals again—” I sighed. “It’s about your brother.” she said. “…Which one?” I asked. “You only have one.” she replied. “Why are we talking about him?” I scowled. There was a pause. “We’ve decided to transfer Satoshi to your college.” My brain short-circuited. “…What?!” I screamed. “He’ll be living with you.” Mom said. “No.” I said. “In two days.” she replied. “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” I said again. “It’s already arranged.” she said. “You can’t just send him here.” I sat up. “He’s your brother.” she said. “He’s a nerd.” I replied. “He’s your twin.” she said. “He embarrasses me.” I replied. “He’s brilliant.” she said. “he's too boring, mom.” I groaned.
She ignored me. “He’s been alone in that city since middle school. It’s time you lived together again.” she said. I laughed. “We haven’t lived together in years for a reason.” I replied. “He needs family.” she said. “I need peace.” I replied. “He’s already packing.” she replied back. I dropped my head back onto the pillow. “This is a nightmare.” I sighed. “You’ll be nice, And help him adjust.” she added cheerfully. “I will do no such thing.” The call ended. I stared at the ceiling. My quiet house. My freedom. My reputation. Ruined. And worse? Satoshi Gojo was everything I wasn’t. Quiet. Smart. Introverted. Annoyingly polite. The type of guy professors adored. The type of guy girls called “cute” instead of “hot.” The type— My phone buzzed. A text from Y/N.
Y/N: Are you coming to drive me home or not?
I smiled instantly.
Me: Anything for my girlfriend.
Y/N: I hate you.
I stood up, grabbing my jacket. Yeah. No way was I letting my nerd twin ruin this. Not my life. Not my house. And definitely Not my chances with her.
Y/n's POV. Two days later.
I was already in a rush to college that day because I thought I was already late for class. And a guy bumped into me. Gojo. Oh my god him again?! “Do you ever get tired of being in everyone’s way? Seriously, get a hobby.” I snapped, stepping around him. “I—what? No, I just—” he tried to reply. “I’m late,” I cut him off. “Try not to breathe near me today, okay?” I said and walked away. I didn’t look back. Behind me, I heard a quiet, very confused— “…I’m really sorry.” I waved it off without turning around. Classic Satoru. Pretending to be polite now? New tactic. Cute. Annoying. Whatever. I reached the classroom. I slid into my usual seat, pulled out my notebook, and checked the time. Two minutes early. Nice.
Then I looked up. Satoru Gojo walked in. “Damn, this class smells like academic pressure.” he laughed. I slowly turned my head back to the Gojo who was already sitting in the class. The one I bumped into. Same face. Same eyes. This one was wearing glasses instead of sunglasses. Same stupidly unfair bone structure. But completely different energy. I stood up so fast my chair screeched. “What the hell” I walked straight up to Satoru, grabbed his sleeve, and hissed, “Why are there two of you.” He looked proud. “Surprise.” he said. “That’s not an answer.” I said. “That’s my twin,” he said casually. “Satoshi.” I stared at him. Then at Satoshi. Then back at Satoru. “…You have a twin?” I asked. “Had him my whole life.” he replied. “You NEVER mentioned this.” I said. “You never asked.” he replied.
Cold realization washing over me. The bump. The apology. The way he kept saying sorry. Oh no no. I turned slowly. Satoshi had gone back to his notes. I walked toward him immediately. “Hey—um—” I spoke. He looked up, startled. “Yes?” he said. “I owe you an apology.” I said. “Oh! You really don’t—” he replied. “I do,” I said quickly. “I thought you were your brother.” Understanding dawned on his face. “Oh.” he said. “I was rude,” I admitted. “Really rude. And you didn’t deserve that.” He shook his head instantly. “It’s okay. Really. I should’ve been more careful.” he said. “That’s not how that works.” He smiled nervously. “I’m used to it.” That somehow made it worse. “I’m Y/N, By the way.” I said gently. “Satoshi,” he replied, pushing his glasses up instinctively. “Satoshi Gojo.”
“Uh—Y/N?” I heard Satoru. I turned. Satoru Gojo was already dragging a chair beside mine like it was legally assigned to him. Sunglasses still on. Audacity fully charged. “Class is about to start, You gonna sit or what?” he said lazily. I said bye to Satoshi and went to my seat. Satoru leaned in, voice low. “Why are you ignoring me?” he asked. “I’m not ignoring you,” I muttered. “I’m just… processing the fact that you cloned yourself without telling me.” he chuckled. Ten minutes into the lecture. From the corner of my eye, I saw Satoshi glance back just briefly then immediately look away like he’d done something illegal. Cute. Satoru followed my gaze. “Don’t,” he warned quietly. “Don’t what?” I said looking at him. “Look at him like that.” he replied. “Like what?” I scoffed. “Like you’re suddenly interested.” he said. I rolled my eyes. "You're thinking too much, Satoru" I said. "I hope I am" he said.
The lecture ended, chairs scraping as students stood. I packed my bag quickly. Satoru stood too, blocking my path with practiced ease. “Lunch.” he said. “That wasn’t a question.” I said. “It never is.” he replied. I stepped around him. “I’m busy.” I said. “With what?” he asked. “Existing without you for an hour.” I replied. “Ouch.” he said dramatically. Satoshi was passing by us. Satoru turned around to him. "Hello brother.... Having lunch?" Satoru asked. "Yes" Satoshi replied. “Oh,” he said loudly, turning to Satoshi, “by the way. This is my girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes. "I am not" I said. "Yet" Satoru said with a wide smile.
I ignored him. “You were already going to lunch, right?” Satoshi nodded quickly. “Yes. I'm going to the library. I'll eat there" he said m “That sounds nice,” I said. “I’ll come with you.” Satoru’s smile didn’t drop...but something flickered behind it. “Oh,” he said lightly. “You’re ditching me?” he said. “I said I’m busy.” I replied. “With my brother.” he said. “I’m allowed to have friends.” I replied. Satoru stared at me for a long second. “Fine. I’ll come too.” he said. “Family lunch,” he said, slinging an arm over Satoshi’s shoulders. “Satoru— please don’t—” Satoshi tried to speak. “Relax, nerd, I’m bonding.” Satoru said cheerfully.
We sat in the library. “So,” I said, genuinely curious, “what’s your major?” Satoshi brightened instantly. “Computer science. With a minor in applied mathematics.” he said. “Oh wow,” I said honestly. “That’s impressive.” Across the table, Satoru stabbed his fork into his food a little too hard. “She means boring.” he said casually. I shook my head. "You should try the campus's coffee... it's really good" I said. “Really? Thanks” Satoshi said. Satoru watched the entire exchange with a frozen smile. “You know,” he cut in, “Satoshi’s always been like this.” I looked at him. “Like what?” I asked.
“Making people feel comfortable,” Satoru said lightly. “It’s his thing.” Something about his tone was… off. Satoshi shifted. “You don’t have to say it like that.” Satoru leaned back. “Like I’m insulting you?” he said. “Well, it did sound like that.” I said. He blinked. Then grinned. “Wow. You’re defending him already.” he said. “I’m just being fair.” I replied. Satoshi cleared his throat. “Y/N, do you—um—like this class?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied. “The professor’s intense, but in a good way.” I said. “Oh,” he said shyly. “I like how you take notes. They’re very organized.” he said. I laughed. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me today.” I replied. Satoru’s fork snapped. We looked at him. “…Oops,” he said cheerfully, holding the broken handle. “Cheap plastic.”
Satoru's POV
Satoshi was in the guest room...my guest room unpacking his things. I leaned against the hallway wall. “Wow,” I said. “You always unpack like you’re moving into a monastery?” He jumped. “Oh...Satoru, I didn’t hear you.” he said quickly, pushing his glasses up. “Clearly,” I replied. “You never do.” He paused. “Did you need something?” Yeah. I needed him to stop existing near her. But instead, I smiled. Too fake. “We should talk,” I said. He stiffened immediately. “About… what?” I sat on the couch. “So,” I began, tone light, “Y/N.” His ears turned red. Instantly. Ah. There it is. “What about her?” he asked, way too quickly. I tilted my head. “You like her.” He froze. “I—I don’t—” he tried to speak. “Relax,” I cut in. “You don’t have to lie. You’re terrible at it.” I said . “I just… think she’s nice.” he replied. “Mm,” I hummed. “She is.” Silence stretched.
“But here’s the thing, Satoshi.” I spoke. He looked up at me. “She’s my girlfriend.” I said. "She said she's not–" he spoke. "Peter Parker also says that he's not Spiderman" I cut in. "That's not the same thing" he said weakly. "It is. If you have eyes" I said. "Anyways.... I just want you to know that she is my girl. And can't have her" I said and walked out of the room.
Y/n's POV
By the time I reached campus, things felt already… weird. I stopped at the campus café like usual, already preparing myself to fight for my life over caffeine. I stepped up to the counter. “Large iced coffee, extra—” I spoke. “It’s already paid for.” The barista said. I blinked. “Sorry?” The barista pointed behind me. Satoshi Gojo stood there. “I—um,” he said softly. “You mentioned yesterday that the coffee here was good. I thought… maybe you’d like one.” I stared. “Oh,” I said. “That’s… really nice of you.” His ears turned pink immediately. “You didn’t have to, though,” I added quickly. “I wanted to,” he replied, shy but sincere. That’s when a shadow fell over both of us. “Wow,” Satoru’s voice drawled. “Buying my girlfriend coffee now?” I closed my eyes. Here we go. “I’m not your girlfriend.” I said again. "Anyways I'm going to the washroom. I'll see you in the class" I said taking the last sip of the coffee.
Satoru's POV
Satoshi walked to the classroom and I followed him behind. “So, Coffee guy now, huh?” I said lightly, stepping closer. “I—I just thought—” He startled. “You think too much” I interrupted. “She said she liked it.” He swallowed. “And that meant you should pay for it?” I asked. “Interesting logic.” I said. “I wasn’t trying to—” he said. “To what?” I leaned in. “Be nice? Or be noticed?” His shoulders tensed. “Satoru, please don’t do this here.” he said. “Oh?” I chuckled. “Do what?” I asked. “Make it weird.” he replied. I laughed. “Buddy, you made it weird the moment you decided to play boyfriend..... don't be too much.” I whispered in his ear.
Later that night.
Y/N: I can’t believe you followed me today.
Satoru: Can’t believe I didn’t? It’s my job to make sure my “girlfriend” isn’t talking to anyone suspicious.
Y/N: I am not your girlfriend.
Satoru: Yet. 😏
Y/N: Ugh. You are so annoying.
Satoru: anyways... You don't coming to parties anymore for some weeks... what happened?
Y/n: yk the projects😫😫😫. That's why.
Satoru: Who says I make everything about me? I just happen to notice when my “girlfriend” is busy… and not paying attention to me. 😏
Y/n: 😑😑😑
Y/n: I'm going to your house tomorrow btw.
Satoru: to hook up with me?👅👅👅
Y/n: to work with Satoshi. He said he'll help me with my project.
Satoru: Oh. Wow.... I see.
Y/N: You offered your place to study like three times last month.
Satoru: Yeah. With me.
Y/N: Goodnight, Satoru.
Y/n's POV
Next evening when I went to his house. Satoshi opened the door. “Oh—hi,” he said, startled, like he hadn’t been standing there waiting. “Hey,” I smiled. “Am I early?” I asked. “No—no, I mean—yes—but that’s good,” he said quickly, then winced. “Sorry.” he said. I laughed softly. We went to his room. We sat side by side on the floor, backs against his bed, laptops open between us. We’d been working for over an hour, occasionally brushing fingers when we reached for the same pen. “I’m sorry,” he said for the third time. I sighed softly. “You don’t have to apologize for existing, you know.” He gave a small, unsure smile.“Habit.” “You and Satoru… what’s your relationship actually like?” I asked all of a sudden.
His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Then he gave a nervous laugh. “…Complicated” he said finally. "Mhm?" I nodded. “Satoru hates me,” he said. "Satoru is also brilliant but the thing is he always scolded by elders because he was too loud. he thinks I got everything he wanted. I don't know why he think that. But because of that jealousy Satoru beat me up. That's why I was scared of him. And that's the reason we lived apart from middle school" he said. I sighed. "Topical Satoru behaviour" I said. He chuckled. "Umm...do you.... I mean you and Satoru?" He asked. "Oh no no.... he's just. You know how he is. We're not dating. He spread the rumours." I laughed. He also laughed. "Why Don't you date him?" He asked. "I....I don't know...... maybe because I had one relationship before in middle school. That guy hurt too much. And now I want to have some fun before I get into any serious relationship" I replied.
"I see... like hook ups?" He asked. "No I don't want to hook up with creeps.... I ment like kissing and stuff. And maybe hookup if I want" I laughed. His cheeks turned red. "Oh...yeah...um.....so you have?" He asked. "Have what?" I asked. "Having fun.... your way" he said. I smiled then stared at him. Satoshi swallowed again, clearly regretting his curiosity. but before he can say sorry again I spoke. "Do you have your first kiss yet?" I asked. "N-no .....is that bad?... I mean yes then" he said clearly too nervous. “That’s not weird, Or sad. Or anything bad” I said. He nodded. “I just—” He stopped himself, pressing his lips together. “I don’t really… get how people just do things like that.” he said. I smirked. Slightly. "Wanna know?" I asked. "I ...... I mean..." He couldn't find the words. I leaned in and pressed my lips on his.
He looked shocked. Breathing heavy. I sit on his lap and kissed him again. Open mouth this time. He kissed back. Tongue exploring each other's mouths. I felt him getting hard in his sweatpants. He whimpered in the kiss. He bit slightly on my lips.... Oh. He's trying. I pressed my hips down on his. Suddenly we heard the door open sound. "Y/n~" satoru's voice came in. We quickly broke the kiss. And I turned around quickly. Still sitting on his lap but just facing away from him. Because I didn't get the time to move away how Satoru quickly opened the door. But Satoru didn't saw the kiss. Satoru stood in the doorway. “Oh,” Satoru said lightly, voice smooth as poison. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked. I finally stood, forcing my legs to work. “We were studying.”
"on his lap?" Satoru said. He slowly walked towards me. "You know you can just rub your ass on his once and he'll cum in his pants. He can't even satisfy you" Satoru said. His face too close to mine. "But I can.... I can make you feel so good that–" he stopped mid sentence. His eyes snapped down at my lips.... Oh shit. It must be the bite mark. "He kissed you?" He asked. I didn't answer. He backed off and nodded. Then all of a sudden yanked Satoshi by his collar and pinned him to the wall. "Satoru p-please....I...." Satoshi gasped. Satoru punched his face. Satoshi's glasses fell off. “SATORU!” I screamed. He didn't look at me. "You started it again. This is why I hate you. You always got everything I wanted.... And now you're trying to steal my girl?!" Satoru screamed at him and punched him again. "Satoru please stop!" I said. He choked Satoshi to the wall harder. I didn't have any other way. I slapped Satoru.
Satoru's face turned slowly. My hand was shaking. "Oh..... you're choosing him?" She said. I don't know what I can say to him. I just kept silent. He nodded and backed away. Then walked out of the room. Satoshi was slumped against the wall, gasping, one hand clawing at his throat. “Oh my god.... are you ok?” I rushed to him immediately, dropping to my knees. He nodded. "I'm fine" I nodded back. I sat on the bed and sighed then closed my eyes. Fuck. I felt bad for Satoru. I.... Didn't want to slap him. He looked so hurt. I didn't want to see him like that. Oh god what have I done. I should go down and talk to him. "Give me a moment" I said. Satoshi nodded. I walked out of the room.
I walked downstairs. Satoru was in the kitchen. He looked at me when I went there then looked away, back at what he was doing. That doesn't sound good. "Satoru..." I spoke. No answer. Oh no... it's too bad. "Satoru please" I spoke again. "What now?" He turned around finally. "My brother? Seriously, y/n? After all I've done for you?" He said. That hurt. "It's not like how you think it is" I replied. "You choose him" he stated. "I did not choose him!" I spat out. "It's just....." I hesitated. "It's just I love you both!" I finally managed to say. "And if the kiss caused all of these" I said the grabbed his face and kissed him. A french kiss. Then pulled away slightly. "Then you have yours" I completed my sentence.
Satoru didn’t kiss me back at first. For half a second, I thought I’d made a huge mistake. Then his hand came up....rough, almost angry. And fisted in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to steal my breath. His mouth crashed into mine, not gentle, not careful. It was territorial. Messy. Desperate. Like he was trying to prove something to himself more than to me. His kiss tasted like jealousy snapping. When he pulled back, his forehead pressed against mine, breathing hard. “You don’t get to do that,” he said. “Do what?” I blinked, confused. “Kiss me like that. Like you didn’t just—” he snapped. “Like I didn’t just what?” I shot back. “Defend someone you were hurting?” a little silence. “You really don’t get it,” he said quietly. “Then explain it to me, Instead of punching walls. Or people.” I said. “You think this is about a kiss?” he asked. “You think this is about tonight?” I raised my eyebrows. “Isn’t it?” I asked. “No,” he said, stepping closer until my back hit the counter. “This is about him always being there. Always taking up space. Always—” he stopped.
“You’re jealous,” I said softly. “Of him?” he scoffed. “Yes.” I replied. Silence. “He’s afraid of you.” I said. “What?” he asked. “He told me,” I continued. “About middle school. About you hurting him. About why he left.” I said. “He shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered. “Why?.....Because it makes you look bad? Or because it’s true?” I asked. “You think I don’t know what I did?” he said. “You think I don’t hear it every time he flinches? Every time he apologizes for breathing?” he breathed out. “I didn’t know how to stop being angry back then,” he admitted. “Everyone loved him. Teachers. Parents. Hell—you.” I shook my head. “I didn’t even know him.” I said. “But you do now....And look how fast it happened.” he said. “This isn’t a competition,” I said. “It is to me,” he replied immediately. "And if he gets to kiss you first...... then I get to fuck you first" he said. “infront of him" he whispered in my ear.
"wha–?" He didn't let me speak and crashed his mouth on mine. He pushed me up on the counter. Then pulled me slammed against his crotch. I whimpered in the kiss. it feels so good....too good. I rubbed my hips up and down. His hands were grabbing my waist. It went up slowly then his thumbs rubbed on my hardened nipples. I gasped loudly in the kiss and my hands grabbed on his biceps. He chuckled in the kiss. His thumbs circled around my nipples. My back arched, my hips pushing down seeking for more. "Not here" he said breaking the kiss. He picked me up, went upstairs to Satoshi's room and threw me on the bed. Satoshi sitting on the other side.
He looked nervous. Satoru smirked at Satoshi and grabbed my pants and pulled it down along with my panties. My eyes went wide is he really gonna do it? He pulled down his pants. His hard dick standing proud. Huge and thick. Perfect in every way. He lined himself with me. "Satoru- wait..... you really gonna–ahhhhhh" my sentence cut off by his thrust inside. My head fell back. Satoshi looked at me with wide eyes. He quickly looked away, his face turned so red. Satoru started thrusting. My mind went blurry. How good he was fucking me. He wasn't lying when he said he'll fuck me stupid. He just started and my mind already wasn't working.
"it feels good.... doesn't it, baby?" He said and kissed me again. I kissed him back. I saw Satoshi covering his face with his hands. Satoru went wild his speed. Making loud wet slapping sounds. My legs wrapped around his waist my nails scratched his back. "Satoru....ah....t-there.... right there–ah ah ah ah ah ah" I moaned as he went even harder. "You gonna cum, babe?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded blindly. He pulled my top up and sucked on my breast. My eyes crying, mouth drooling and I moaned loudly grabbing the back of his hair. He circled his around my nipples. All of these being too much to handle and I came there. "Awww.... this quick?" He said. I looked away. My face went red. I was breathing heavy. Satoru pulled out and picked me up and pushed me on Satoshi. Satoshi gasped.
"hurry up, nerd. Pull your pants down and put your 1inch dick in her" Satoru said. My legs are still shaking. I managed to sit up(still on Satoshi's lap). Satoshi looked at me. His face still red. I grabbed his face and kissed him. I whimpered in the kiss. His hips bucked up. "Don't kiss him. He just watched live porn. He might cum in his pants if you do fore play with him right now" Satoru laughed. Satoshi's face went too red. "Hurry up" Satoru said again. Satoshi pulled his pants down. And oh my god....how are these twins both has the same size?! Satoshi was too hard. His tip red and pre cum drooling. "You don't have to be embarrassed." I said as I lined myself up. "I.... I-i've never done this before" Satoshi whispered. Satoru snorted. Satoshi's face turned even more red. I glared at Satoru. Then looked back at Satoshi.
"everyone has their first time.... don't worry" I said as I sat on his dick. His head fell back and moaned loudly. I grabbed on his shoulder to adjust the size. "Give some room for me" Satoru said and he pushed inside as well. I screamed loudly. "You can take it, baby" he whispered in my ear. One of them grabbed my waist and started thrusting in and out roughly. They both were big and thick....it was giving too much pain. But it felt too good at the same time. Their thrust became harder. I clenched around them tightly. Satoshi moaned loudly. “Operating systems context switching,....ummm p-process scheduling. Round-robin. Preemptive m-multitasking....ahhhhhh..... CPU time slices. Very small time slices.... f-fuck” Satoshi moaned. Satoru grabbed my waist and pumped me up and down harder. Satoshi's hip bucked. He screamed. "Awww... what happened? You'll cum if you don't think about something else?" Satoru smirked at Satoshi.
Satoshi whimpered, humiliated and overwhelmed. They both were hitting too deep. I felt I was close. I cleaned tightly. Satoru groaned. Satoshi moaned loudly. Within a minute I came crying out of pleasure. Satoshi came with me. My head fell on his shoulder. Satoru increased his speed while Satoshi was still inside. We both gasped being overstimulated. "W-wait" Satoshi gasped. Satoru smirked at Satoshi. "How does it feels to loose?" Satoru said. I heard him groaned. Satoru leaned in and kissed my neck and came inside as well. We all breathing heavy. They both pulled out slowly. Satoshi kissed me. "T-Thanks for.....um.... first time" he managed to say. Satoru flipped me around and kissed me again. "Your welcome that I made you cum twice" he winked.
Warnings : smut , heavy smut, protected sex, use of condom, Kidnapping, biting, size difference, BDSM, Yandere Gojo, protective, jealous, obsessive, reader is Toji's adopted daughter....
( All characters are aged up/18+)
Minors Do Not Interact
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Gojo's pov
The war between me and Toji Fushiguro had reached its boiling point. Blood spilled, alliances broken, families torn apart. It wasn’t business anymore. It was personal. For years, Toji had been a thorn in my side — stealing shipments, sabotaging deals, murdering my men, and daring to exist like an equal. When I got to know....I wanted to break him completely. But recently, my informants had delivered a very interesting piece of information:
Toji had a daughter. A daughter carefully hidden from the public eye. Protected. Guarded. Untouched by the blood and violence her father thrived in. Y/N Fushiguro. She was Toji’s greatest vulnerability — the only soft spot in the monster’s heart. The one thing Toji tried to keep outside of his dirty world. And that was exactly why I decided to strike there.
It wouldn’t just be an attack.
It would be humiliation.
It would be power.
It would be checkmate.
When I entered the room that morning, my men stepped back with respect. This was supposed to be simple. She was the daughter of my biggest enemy — Toji Fushiguro — the man who had betrayed the syndicate, taken money, murdered allies, and laughed at my warnings. This was supposed to be leverage. Nothing more. But when I opened the door and saw her—Curled under the covers, her breathing soft, her lashes fanned across her cheeks, her lips slightly parted — my chest tightened in a way it never had before. For a brief second, my usual coldness faltered.
Beautiful. Delicate. Vulnerable. The enemy’s daughter. I clenched my jaw, but inside—What the hell is this? I did not fall for anyone. I controlled. I ruled. But something about her twisted my insides. I stood there for a long moment, silently watching her breathe. Then I turned, locking the door behind me as I left without a word. I wouldn’t admit it. Not even to myself.
Y/n's pov
An hour later, I woke up. The first thing I noticed: This wasn’t my bedroom. The second thing: There were armed men outside my door. The third thing: I was PISSED. Storming out like an unhinged tornado, I made every guard panic as I shoved, slapped, and cursed my way down the hallway. “Who the hell are you people?! Do you have any IDEA who my father is?!” I shouted, jabbing one poor guy in the chest. “Y-Yes, ma’am—” he said. “THEN WHY THE HELL AM I HERE?!” I smacked him across the face. The entire hallway went silent. Another one tried to intervene. “Please calm down—” SMACK. “I’M CALM!” I declared.
They told me the way. Without knocking, I kicked open a massive oak door. Gojo was inside having a serious meeting with his top lieutenants. Charts, files, weapons — pure mafia business. Until I crashed in like a hurricane. “WHICH ONE OF YOU BRAIN-DEAD MORONS KIDNAPPED ME?!” The men froze. Their faces turned pale. All eyes turned to Gojo. “This? This is the one who kidnapped me? This beanpole scarecrow looking ass?” The room went dead silent. Gojo blinked. One of his men started coughing, trying to suppress a laugh. I kept going. Rage in full throttle. “You look like you bleach your hair with toilet cleaner.” “Your face is like... like a malfunctioned anime character.” One man nearly choked on his water. Another covered his mouth, trembling.
Gojo sat there completely still, face blank, but his eye twitched ever so slightly. I folded my arms, glaring at him like he was dirt. “My father has scarier wrinkles than your entire personality.” One man burst into laughter before Gojo shot him a single glare, making him shut up instantly. Gojo finally spoke, voice flat. “…Are you done?” I looked at him up and down one last time. “Yes. I’ve seen enough.” Then I turned around, leaving the meeting room dramatically as the door swung behind you with a loud BANG.
Evening fell over the mansion like heavy velvet. I was pacing back and forth inside the guest room-slash-prison they dumped me in after my dramatic roast session earlier. I thought I won. I thought I humiliated him so bad he wouldn’t dare face me again. Oh… how wrong I was. KNOCK. KNOCK. I froze. The door creaked open slowly. And there he was. Gojo Satoru. In all his terrifying glory. Now that I wasn't half-asleep and rage-blind, I really saw him.
First realization:
He was MASSIVE. He was easily 6'3. A literal skyscraper of muscle, broad shoulders, strong arms, and long legs. The veins on his forearms looked like roadmaps. His black button-up was tight around his chest, sleeves rolled up slightly, showcasing very non-skippable gym sessions.
Second realization:
I'm cooked.
“Good evening, little hostage.” His voice was smooth. Mocking. Dangerous. I swallowed. Suddenly, all the insults from this morning felt… distant.
My brain:
CALL HIM BLEACH HEAD AGAIN. INSULT HIS FACE.
My mouth:
“H-Hi.”
He took slow, heavy steps inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click that sounded way more threatening than it should’ve. Now it was just me and him. No guards. No escape. Gojo smiled down at me like a predator who finally caught his prey.
"You were very... expressive this morning," he said, voice low. I forced a nervous laugh. “Y-Yeah, I tend to get a little, um... passionate?” He leaned forward slightly, towering even more.
Gojo: “Malfunctioned anime character, was it?”
Y/n: “T-To be fair, sir, I was very emotional.” I was sweating.
Gojo: “Toilet bleach hair?”
Y/n: “Everyone makes mistakes.”
Gojo: “Beanpole scarecrow?”
Y/n: “Character growth! Personal development!” You waved your hands frantically like you were talking your way out of a police interrogation. Gojo’s smirk widened. He was thoroughly enjoying this. I stepped back instinctively as he stalked closer, leaving me pressed against the wall like a tiny cornered kitten.
He leaned down, face inches from yours, his deep voice dropping even lower “You don’t seem quite as brave now, princess.” My whole soul left my body. “So…” he drawled, voice smooth like silk. “I look like a malfunctioned anime character?” I waved my hands. “No no no, listen — I love anime! I mean, you’re more like… um… like a… main character! Yes! Like, tall, mysterious, uh… intimidating— I mean, not in a bad way! Very professional! Respectfully terrifying, you know?” He raised one perfectly sharp brow. You smiled like a desperate hostage. “Did I mention tall? So tall. Very... tall.”
“And toilet bleach hair?” he whispered, smirking. I broke into full panic mode. “Oh my god no, sir! I mean, your hair is beautiful! Angelic, even. Platinum! Like… like snow! Expensive snow.”
My brain:
THIS IS FINE. EVERYTHING IS FINE. TOTALLY FINE.
My mouth:
“… You smell nice.”
For a moment, even Gojo blinked in surprise. I internally screamed at myself. DID I JUST TELL THE KIDNAPPER HE SMELLS NICE??He chuckled, low and amused. “Do I?” I nodded furiously. “Yep! Yep! Like... expensive soap.”
“Like expensive soap, yes!” I repeated, praying to every god I've never believed in. “Probably custom imported from Italy or Switzerland or... wherever mafia people get their soap!” Gojo’s smirk widened, absolutely eating this up. “Oh, so now you’re an expert on my hygiene habits, princess?” I nodded frantically. “Yes! In fact, you're the cleanest kidnapper I’ve ever met!”…which, thinking about it, was not the flex I thought it was. Then he suddenly went quiet. His smile faded.
Oh no. OH NO. “You know,” he said, voice dropping into something dark and dangerously soft. “You’re pretty comfortable for someone whose father wants my head served on a fucking silver platter.” my heart stopped. The color drained from my face. “In fact,” he whispered, leaning in so close his breath ghosted against my skin, “your father will probably kill me the second he finds out you're here.” My lip quivered. Oh my god I'm going to die. I'm going to die because I called a literal mafia boss a scarecrow beanpole bleach-head. “B-But you won’t let him kill you… right?” you squeaked. “Because you’re, you know… strong. And handsome. Very… extremely… overwhelmingly handsome.” he whispered “You know, Y/N… you’ve said some very creative things about me.”
My voice cracked as I tried to defuse him with panicked cheerfulness “All misunderstandings, sir! Heat of the moment, sir! Love makes people say crazy things — not that I love you! Nope! Definitely not—” He cut me off“Love, hmm?” His sharp grin widened as my face turned to horror. “I mean—I meant like, in general! Not you specifically, I mean like people—humans—love makes people crazy—like your hair! NO! I mean not your hair! Your hair is great—” I replied.
My brain:
STOP TALKING. STOP TALKING. SHUT. UP.
Gojo’s voice dropped dangerously low. “You called me ugly.” he said. “That was a poor life choice, sir.” I replied. “You slapped my men.” he said. “They looked slap-able, sir.” I replied. “You humiliated me in front of my entire organization.” he said. I could feel my soul packing its bags. “I can apologize profusely, sir.” I replied. “Oh no, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning even closer, his breath ghosting my ear, “it’s far too late for that.”
Gojo paused. And then whispered in that bone-chillingly calm tone “I should kill you.” my face dropped. “H-h-haha, w-wait, what?” I stopped mid sentence when I realized what he said. “I should kill you,” he repeated, like it was casual dinner conversation. “It would send a clear message to your father, wouldn’t it? That Toji Fushiguro can’t protect his own daughter.” My lip quivered. My vision blurred for a second. “I… I have allergies…” I blurted stupidly. Gojo blinked at that one. Even he was briefly confused. “Allergies?” he asked. “Y-yeah! To, um… dying.” I replied. “Allergic to dying. Very allergic. Like… fatal levels.” I'm crying now.
“W-Wait! Wait, wait, wait, sir… p-please—listen! I-I can be useful!” I said whatever came to my mind. Gojo tilted his head with a lazy grin. “Useful? In what way, sweetheart?” I swallowed hard. My brain scrambled for options. “I mean… you know...” I slowly ran my hands down my own sides, flexing whatever curves I had like my life depended on it. “I-I’m not just a hostage… I can offer… other services.” Gojo arched one perfect white eyebrow. “Other services?” he asked. “Y-Yeah. You know… like… I mean, you’re a busy man, sir. You have needs.” my voice cracked slightly, but I kept going like a total lunatic.
“S-So instead of killing me... I could, um, relieve some of your... daily stress?” I watched him blink once. Twice. Then his lips slowly curled into the most amused, unholy grin I've ever seen. “Daily stress, huh?” he asked. “Y-Yes, sir. Like… anytime, anywhere. Total stress relief package. I come with perks! Loyalty! Privacy! Great flexibility!” I even did a small hip sway like a failing stripper trying her absolute best.
Inside my head:
WHAT THE FUCK AM I EVEN SAYING.
PLEASE GOD STRIKE ME DOWN RIGHT NOW.
Gojo was eating it up. He leaned one palm against the wall beside my head, towering over me as I shrank under him, still trying my absolute filthiest “I-I swear I won’t say those things again. N-No more bleach hair. No more malfunctioned anime jokes. You're very handsome, sir. Extremely hot. Like, the hottest mafia boss. The hottest man. In history.”
He chuckled. “In history?” he asked. “YES. Cleopatra would cry seeing you.” I even tried batting my lashes dramatically. “You really are desperate not to die, huh?” he asked. “I have so much to live for, sir. So many... talents.” And then. I still don't know why I said that. “You can use me, sir... like however you want. You want sex? Boom — I’m here. You want a lapdance? Done. You want me to pretend you’re taller? I’ll say you’re 7 foot. You want me to moan your name while making you coffee? EASY.” I said it. I actually said it. I wanted to die from pure humiliation but I just kept smiling like a maniac. “But—” he smirked wickedly, “—I’ll definitely keep that little... offer on file.” And with that, Gojo finally straightened, turned around, and strolled toward the door like he didn’t just mentally destroy me. Right before exiting, he looked over his shoulder and winked “Sweet dreams, my personal stress reliever.” The door shut. I immediately collapsed to the floor, gripping my chest, hyperventilating. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. I whispered to myself “I just offered myself as a sex coupon. What is wrong with me?!”
It had been a few days since the incident. Since I — in an act of pure survival instinct — offered myself up like some desperate sex voucher to the scariest man I’d ever met. And somehow... I was still alive. Which I guess was good? Though every second here felt like walking on a landmine. Today, I was sitting alone with Shoko — one of Gojo's high-ranking men. Well, technically his right-hand woman. But honestly? She was kinda cool. Calm. Unbothered. A bit terrifying, sure, but at least she didn't stare at me like I was his next meal like Gojo did. She lit a cigarette, exhaling smoothly. "So, how's life with the boss?" she asked, deadpan.
I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly fell out of my head. "Oh, you mean him? The bleach-headed disaster?" Shoko chuckled under her breath. “Go on.” she said. “I hate him....He looks like a failed sex experiment. I don’t even know what went wrong in that lab, but whatever it was — someone should’ve pulled the plug immediately.” Shoko’s lips twitched but she stayed silent. “His ego is bigger than his forehead. And that’s saying something.” I said. “...True,” she nodded, puffing smoke. “His face looks like God was drunk while designing him. One minute: ‘oh let’s give him pretty eyes!’ The next: ‘let’s stretch his entire head like a bobblehead!’” I was getting bolder, my voice rising.
“You know what he reminds me of?” I leaned closer, whispering dramatically. “Like if a mafia boss, an anime villain, and a discount Calvin Klein model had a threesome—” I said. “—and regretted it immediately,” Shoko finished, finally letting out a soft laugh. “EXACTLY!” I was on a full roast roll now. “He walks around like he invented oxygen. Like, congratulations on being tall — you want a medal?!” Shoko just smiled silently, not saying a word. Her eyes slightly flickered to something behind me. “What?” I asked, confused by her look. “Why are you smiling like that?”
"Nothing," she said calmly. "Do continue." “I mean, even his name—Satoru Gojo—it sounds like a brand of designer toilet paper—” “—soft but dangerous.” Shoko nodded again. I burst out laughing, waving my hands. “RIGHT?! That’s perfect. He’s exactly like—” Then I stopped. Because I noticed it. The... presence. That icy-cold, spine-melting pressure that filled the room behind me. My stomach dropped to my ass. Very, very slowly, I turned around. And there he was. Gojo Satoru. Leaning against the doorframe. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable. Glacial blue eyes locked directly onto me. I froze. Shoko, the traitor, calmly stood up, flicking the ash off her cigarette. “Well… I’ll leave you two to it.” She smiled like she had front-row tickets to a car crash.
And with that, she slipped out of the room like smoke. The door closed. Click. Then another noise. Lock. My entire body locked up. I felt my throat go dry as Gojo pushed off the door and took slow, deliberate steps toward me. The heavy sound of his dress shoes echoed in the dead silence. One. Two. Three steps. “Failed sex experiment?” His voice was calm. Too calm. I laughed nervously, waving my hands. “O-oh, you heard that? Haha! You know, jokes! Classic hostage banter!” He kept walking. “Designer toilet paper?” I backed up until my legs hit the bed behind me. “It’s a... compliment in some cultures?” He tilted his head. He was right in front of me now. I was cornered. His tall frame loomed over me, eyes dark, but his lips curled into that goddamn smirk. “You know.....I was thinking" he said.
"Oh please don't think" I whispered and he raised an eyebrow. "I-I mean.... What were you thinking?" I asked with the most fake sweet smile possible. "About the offer you gave me..... And I thought how generous of you to offering me to fuck you.... So I wanna do it today.... Now" He said. "WHAT??????!!!!" I almost screamed. "Yes" He said looking at his shirt as he started unbuttoning his shirt. "WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT.... WAIT" I said as I fell on my butt on the bed. "Hmmm" He said and continued undoing his shirt.
He took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. To be honest...... HE'S LOOKING HOTTTTT!!!! "Look, Gojo–" Before I could complete my sentence he grabbed my waist and pushed me on the bed with himself. I was caged under him. "Say Satoru when you scream it" He said and crashed his mouth on mine. He pulled me closer. His hand slid to my chest and squeezed it. I gasped. He pushed his tongue more inside my mouth. I licked on his tongue and sucked on his mouth. I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST DID THAT! But oh god..... He looks so hot. Yes I did say worse things on his face.... But from inside I was afraid to accept how he was making me feel all the time.... So when it's my fate who am I to refuse?
I grabbed on his shoulder as he tear off my night gown. He trailed open mouthed kisses from my jaw to chest. I moaned. He didn't let me catch another breath and sucked on my boob. I grabbed his hair and moaned loudly. I heard him groan on my chest. He sucked on my nipple, circling his tongue around it.... Teasing it, sucking it. My toes curled at the way he was sucking on my chest. He pressed his crotch forward on my cunt. And I could feel he was rock hard. I pushed my hips up to press on it harder. He groaned louder.
He couldn't control it anymore. He sat up and pulled down his pants. His dick is too big. Precum dripping from the head which is red. I was getting wetter by looking at it. He pulled the drawer beside the bed and took out a condom, ripped off the packet with his teeth and quickly put on the condom on his cock. Then he crawled back over me. He spread my legs apart and ripped off my pantie. "Fuck. I wanted touch this so badly" He whispered. Oh... Gentleman~.....But why does he has condoms in his drawers?!
"Why do you have condoms in your drawer?" I asked him. He was lining his cock on my cunt. He looked up at me the after a second he smirked. "Why?.... Jealous?" He teased. My face heated up so fast. "Maybe I keep them here for fucking other girls....you know,I've plenty of them" He whispered. Something inside me twisted. "The go fuck those whor–" I couldn't complete my sentence.... He pushed his cock inside. I moaned loudly "FUCKKK!!!!". It sounded like scream more than moan. "I bought them after the day you offered to have sex with you" He whispered and started thrusting. Desperately.
As if he was waiting for it for a lifetime. "Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck" He moaned between thrusts. My back arched, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open. My nails are scratching his back. It feels too good. My mind is going dizzy. All I can hear is wet slapping sounds. "Fuck, satoru...harder please!!!" I screamed. "As you say baby" He replied. He supported himself on his right hand and grabbed the headboard with his left hand and started thrusting harder. He went faster and faster, harder and harder. My eyes rolled back. How can a human go that fast?! I dig my nails on his back. He went on that pace. In a moment I heard a sound of wood breaking. The top part of the headboard broke in gojo's hand.
He kept thrusting and threw that broken wood on the floor. Then grabbed the mattress to support his left hand and he went harder. IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!?! I moaned so loudly like my life depends on it and bite on his neck. My fingers hurts from scratching his back. In a moment one leg of the bed snapped. I hugged him as tight as possible. It didn't take more time to make me cum. After I came cunt squeezed around his cock tightly. He groaned loudly and pushed his hips forward. He came. He ran his fingers through his hair, went up and pulled out. He looked at me only to see me already passed out. He his fingers on his neck where I bite him and chuckled to himself. That's not the last time we did it.... It happened again and again.
Gojo’s Men POV
We’ve seen many things. We’ve seen Gojo kill men with a single snap of his fingers. We’ve seen him make the most feared mafia bosses grovel like dogs. We’ve seen him dismantle entire empires before breakfast. But this? This was different. It started this morning. We were all standing outside the meeting room, waiting for boss’s orders. As usual, serious. Silent. Tense. Then—
SLAM.
The door BURST open. And there she was. Y/N. The only woman on planet Earth who apparently had a death wish. “SATORU GOJO!” We all collectively flinched. She just… yelled his full name. We exchanged horrified glances. Does she not value her life?! Did she forget who she was screaming at?
The boss, sitting at the head of the table, blinked. Then casually leaned back in his chair, that cocky grin on his face. “Yes, darling?” he asked. We prepared ourselves for the nuclear explosion. But oh no — it was worse. She marched straight up to him, ignoring every dangerous man in that room like they were invisible. “YOU PROMISED ME WE’D GO OUT YESTERDAY. AND YOU CANCELLED. AGAIN.” Her voice was pure fury. We braced for her immediate execution. Instead....The great, terrifying, untouchable Gojo Satoru…Apologized.
“I know, baby, I’m sorry. I got caught up with business. Please don’t be mad.” We all blinked in unison. WHAT. “I’ve been waiting all day!” she continued, arms crossed like an angry wife. Gojo stood up, hands raised, trying to calm her like she was a ticking bomb. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Dinner. Anywhere you want. I’ll buy out the whole damn restaurant if you want me to.” Our jaws collectively hit the floor. Is this real life? Is he… begging? She huffed. “You better.” And just like that, she spun on her heels and stormed out, leaving a room full of frozen mafia men.
And this morning? This morning officially broke us. We gathered at the courtyard for Gojo’s daily training. Like always, he was doing his early morning pushups, shirtless, his muscles flexing like some god of war. Dead silent. Focused. Not even daring to breathe too loud. And then she appeared. Wearing her short pink robe, rubbing her eyes, yawning. “Satoru, you’re up early again.” We stiffened immediately. All eyes on her. She casually walked over to him while he kept doing pushups. We braced ourselves. Was she gonna touch him? Dear God, no one touches him. And????..... SHE. SAT. ON. HIS. BACK.
WE ALL FROZE. SHE SAT ON HIS BACK. DURING HIS PUSHUPS?! Every man here thought they were about to witness a live execution. Gojo satoru has killed people for touching him! We silently prayed for her soul. 'Rest in peace, ma’am.' But then...HE KEPT GOING. Without blinking. Without even reacting. He just continued his pushups like nothing happened, as if she wasn’t adding extra weight onto him. “Comfy, sweetheart?” he asked, casually. “Mhm,” she hummed, swinging her legs like she was sitting on a park bench. Our brains couldn’t process it. This was Gojo Satoru? The man who once blasted an entire army of underground men for one of them accidentally brushing against his jacket sleeve. The man who sliced a traitor’s throat for interrupting him mid-sentence. The man who ordered us to burn a rival’s headquarters because they didn’t bow fast enough.....
And here he was…Letting this girl sit on his back like a human backpack and calling her sweetheart? Did anyone kidnap him and replace him?????
Y/N’s POV
His lips were warm. His hands were everywhere. His breath mixed with mine, making my head spin. I was on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, grinding against his crotch, desperately . Every time I moved, I felt him getting harder, groan softly, gripping my hips tighter like he was trying not to lose control. “God… you’re gonna kill me one day, baby,” he whispered against my lips. I laughed breathlessly. “That’s my job, isn’t it? Torture the big bad mafia boss.” I said. “Mm. You do it so well.” He said kissing down my neck, biting softly, his voice raspy and dark. “You were made to ruin me.”
We were both completely lost in each other's mouth. His shirt was half open, my top hanging off one shoulder, heat building between us like a goddamn wildfire—BANG! The door BURST open. Both our heads snapped toward it. And there, standing like a deer in headlights, was one of his men — poor bastard named Keiji. Wide eyes. Mouth hanging open. His whole soul leaving his body in real-time. “I—I—Boss—I’m—I—” He stuttered so hard I thought his brain was physically crashing. Gojo’s hand twitched on my waist. He clenched his jaw. “Keiji.” His voice dropped into that terrifying calm. The one that usually meant 'You’re already dead.' Keiji immediately dropped to his knees on the floor. “PLEASE, BOSS!!! I SAW NOTHING!!! NOTHING, I SWEAR!!! PLEASE—DON’T KILL ME—PLEASE—I’VE GOT A FAMILY—I HAVE KIDS—I—I—I’M BLIND NOW!!! I CAN’T EVEN SEE ANYMORE, I SWEAR!!!”
I could literally feel Gojo’s bloodlust rising beneath me. His grip on my waist tightened. His stare cold as ice. “You walked into my private quarters. Without knocking.”gojo said. “I—I THOUGHT IT WAS URGENT, BOSS, I SWEAR!!!” keiji replied. Keiji started fully sobbing now. I could hear his teeth chattering. “You know what I do to people who see things they’re not supposed to.” gojo said. “I—I—PLEASE—PLEASE—"keiji tried to beg. Shit. He was about to kill this poor man. I looked at gojo and forcing him to look at me. “Satoru,” I whispered sweetly, softly pressing my forehead to his. “Don’t. Please. Not tonight.” His murderous eyes locked onto mine. He didn’t speak. His jaw flexed hard. There was a long pause. I could hear Keiji’s terrified little gasps as he waited for his fate. Finally, Gojo sighed heavily — still glaring at Keiji. “....get out.” gojo ordered. Keiji's head shot up.
“T-THANK YOU, MISS Y/N!!! THANK YOU! YOU’RE AN ANGEL!!! A GODDESS!!! I—I OWE YOU MY LIFE!!!” He scrambled to his feet so fast he almost tripped, bowing repeatedly, practically kissing the floor. “I—I WON’T SAY A WORD!!! YOU HAVE MY SOUL, MISS Y/N!!!” And then —he bolted out of the room like his ass was on fire. As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, I exhaled, still sitting on Gojo’s lap. Gojo just stared at me — half amused, half irritated. “You keep saving people from me, princess.” he said. “Well…” I gave him a playful smirk. “Someone’s gotta balance out your body count.” I replied. He raised one brow, his dangerous smile returning as his hands slid back to my hips. “You just love making me weak, don’t you?” he asked. I leaned in, whispering against his lips “Every single day.” and then his mouth crashed back onto mine again, pulling me even closer.
That day gojo wasn't home. And all of a sudden I could only hear the sound of bullets. The door blasts open. There stood my dad. Toji. He brought me back home. He was totally normal until he got a call from someone....I don't know who it was and what he/she said. Toji sat there, silent for a long time, eyes sharp like a knife. His jaw clenched, rage boiling under his skin. And beside him, my uncle — Noya Zenin. The man I hated my whole life. He tried to ruin my life so many times but never been successful.
He's Leaning back in his chair like this was some kind of twisted entertainment. Toji's voice finally broke the suffocating silence. “Tell me one thing, Y/N.” I swallowed, barely able to breathe. “W-What…?” I asked. “Is it true?” His voice was low. Deadly calm.“What are you talking about…?” I asked. “DID HE FUCK YOU?!!”He roared, slamming his hand against the table. I flinched hard, my chest rising and falling in panic. “N-No— it’s not— I—” I couldn’t even form words. The truth burned in my throat, but fear sealed my lips.
He stood up suddenly, towering over me. His fist flew —Slap! The slap threw me to the floor. The sharp sting burned across my cheek. My ears rang. “You disgusting girl.” His voice dripped with venom. “After everything I’ve done for you.” Noya stepped in, voice cool and mocking. “You know what I don’t get, brother?” He smiled like a viper. “You raised her like your own, gave her everything. And how does she repay you? By spreading her legs for your biggest enemy.” “Noya, please… I—I didn't—” I sobbed, my voice trembling. But he kept going, eyes full of fake pity. “This is what happens when you give girls too much freedom, Toji. They go chasing after power. I told you the day you adopted her that she's not worthy of being adopted by you. And now? She saw Gojo’s wealth, his name, and thought: ‘Maybe I can become his little whore.’" Noya said with a smirk. “N-No! It's not like—” I tried to speak.
I cried, trying to crawl toward Toji, but he shoved me back with his foot like trash. Noya leaned closer to him, voice even lower, like he was savoring every word. “Honestly, if she wants to be a whore, let her be one. Sell her. That’s what she’s good for now, isn’t it? We’ll make good money. I’m sure plenty of men would pay millions just to sleep with Gojo Satoru’s girl.” noya said evilly. I froze. My entire was body numb. “No… no… please…” I sobbed harder, my entire face wet with tears. Toji looked down at me like I was nothing. “You’ve brought shame to this family. You’re not my daughter.” Toji said. I couldn’t breathe. “P-please, father—Please don’t sell me....”
I tried to reach for his hand.He yanked it away like I was poisoned. “You are nothing to me.” His next words crushed my soul completely “Noya. Do whatever you want with her. Sell her whatever you want.” toji said. Then he turned and walked out, leaving me on the cold floor, shaking, broken, abandoned. Noya’s laugh echoed behind me. “Well, well, little whore.” He crouched down, gripping my chin cruelly. “finally ruined your life....not only that now THE GOJO SATORU would be humiliated as well.....can't wait to see his face when the majority of underground men gonna say that they've slept with his girl on his face.....can you imagine? I'm the one who's gonna ruin his name and reputation”
I was thrown into the dark room like garbage. The door slammed behind me with a heavy metallic clank. The sound of locks clicking shut made my blood freeze. I scrambled up, heart pounding, hands shaking. My body trembled not just from fear — but from the cold air hitting my exposed skin. Noya made sure I was dressed like this. Thin. Barely any fabric covering me. “Please…” I whispered at the locked door, banging my fist. “Don’t do this… please open the door! I beg you!!” I begged. No response. Then… I heard him. The man. He stepped out from the corner of the room. Tall, greasy black hair slicked back. Eyes hungry. Filthy. His smile twisted, lips curling like a snake sizing up its prey. His breathing was already heavy as he eyed me up and down, licking his lips like a starving animal.
“Well, well,” he chuckled, voice slimy. “The famous Gojo Satoru’s toy… all for me.” He slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a pale, sweaty chest. “Didn’t think Noya would deliver so quickly. God, you look better in person.” I backed up until my spine hit the wall. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. “No… no please… please don’t touch me… please—” He didn’t care. he laughed. “After I’m done with you, there’s a whole line waiting outside.”he said. His hand shot out and grabbed my hair roughly. I groaned. “NO— PLEASE!!” He dragged me toward the bed. “STOP IT— SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” I cried out. He threw me down on the mattress. My stomach flipped with fear.The man pulled his belt off with one hand, the other pinning me down. “Be a good girl now.” He smirked. “I paid a lot for you.” I was scared....this can't be happening! And then—BOOM!
The door exploded open with a violent crash, shattering into splinters. The man in front of me froze. I saw him. Gojo. Standing at the doorway. The man’s face went pale instantly. “G-Gojo— Satoru— I— I didn’t know— they said she was for sale, I-I didn’t—” he started babbling. Gojo pulled out his gun from his pocket and....Click. The man’s body collapsed to the floor, lifeless. The room went dead silent. Then he turned to me. He rushed to me, and hugged me. “I’m here, baby. You’re safe now.” he said. I sobbed into his chest, gripping his shirt like my life depended on it. I told him everything... Every single thing. I picked me up and carried me out. He Told his men to kill everyone outside and took me to his car.
Gojo's pov
I opened the door of my car and put her inside. I walked to the other side and went inside the car and started driving the car. My blood was boiling. I felt as if someone was tearing my skin apart. How fucking dare they?! I won't be able to breathe properly until I make them regret every single thing. Checked my phone my men sent me the location Toji and Noya are. I looked at y/n beside me. She was sleeping peacefully. I looked forward and turned the car towards the location. I'll make them suffer..... Especially Noya.
As I reached there. I went outside and locked the car. I walked towards the mansion. There's no men outside. How stupid of them. I walked inside. I know this mansion. I used to come here when we used to be dealing partners. I know damn well where Toji is right now. I walked towards the room and kicked the door open. Toji looked at me. "Hmmm.... Gojo Satoru it is" He said with a smirk. Then looked behind me. "No man? I'm surprised" He said. I walked towards him and grabbed him by his shirt and punched him in the face. He turned his head to look at me again and I punched him again. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, YOU HURT HER?!" I said.
"I see where's this going" Toji said and grabbed my shirt to throw me on the floor but I kicked his stomach before he could do that. He crashed on the table behind him. "You son of a bitch!" He said and walked towards me. He tried to punch me and I caught his hand and twisted it. "Does it hurt?.... Good because it'll hurt more" I said and then grabbed his hair and smacked his head on the table. The table broke. We both fell on the floor. His head started bleeding. Noya entered there. It took him a minute to process what was going on. Then he ran towards us. I punched Toji's face again.
Noya grabbed me trying to pull me away from Toji. I went up from there. I looked at noya. His face was making my blood boil. I grabbed his shirt and pushed him against the wall behind him. He chuckled. "All these for that cheap whore?" He said. I clenched my jaw and punched his face. Again and again. "Don't talk about her with your fucking filthy mouth" I said and threw him on the floor. "You know I always wanted her to be our family maid..... But couldn't do that... So... Thought to sell her as a whore.... She looks like one tho" He said. And that's it. Something snapped inside me.
I went down pressed my knee on his chest and started punching his face brutally. Blood started spilling from his nose and mouth. I'll kill him. I grabbed his jaw and throat to twist it. He grabbed my hand trying to stop me and mumbling something. Suddenly I felt an arm around my throat. I realized it was Toji from behind me. I groaned as he choked me. I still didn't let go of noya. I'll kill him no matter what happens. But Toji tightened his arms with more strength. My vision started blurring. I almost couldn't breathe anymore. I'm still trying to twist Noya's head. But I can't get enough strength to do that. My vision was about to go blank when.... *BANG*
Toji's arms loosened. His body fell on the floor. Someone shot him in the head. I gasped for breath. I could breathe again and can see properly again. I looked up to see who shot Toji. "Your welcome" He said with a smirk. Suguru. How did he get here? But before that I looked down. Noya looking at me with wide, scared eyes. I twisted his without thinking anything. Then I took out my gun from my pocket and shot him three times. "Woah....aggrasive" Suguru said. I signed, then laughed and went up and stood in front of him.
"How did you get here? " I asked. "Your men called me and told me you went to kill Toji and Noya all alone and you ordered them not to come and help you. I was like ok, so much of Gojo thing. Then they told me that it's for a girl. And I was shocked that you became a simp for someone... And I had to see it so I got the location from them and came here....and woah. I saved your ass" He replied. I chuckled "yeah... Thanks.... Whatever" I said. "So.... Who's she?" He asked. "Toji's daughter" I replied. "Toji had a daughter?" He asked as we walked towards our car. "Adopted daughter" I replied and we got inside my car. "I see" He replied. "She's lucky" He said. "No.... I'm lucky" I said looking at y/n who's still sleeping peacefully. Then I started the car. "Yeah.... Simp" Suguru said and we both laughed.
