Synopsis : You often smoke on the rooftop of your apartment building during long nights. Your life was draining and lonely, until a new first-year, who also happened to be your new neighbor next door, decided to interrupt you.
Author’s note : Please stay patient for the smut 😼 it’ll be in chapter 4 but I swear it’ll be GOODD.
Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Epilogue
Enduring yet another horrible day at your college, you were already exhausted. The deep fatigue built not only from the total lack of sleep following your midnight rooftop session, but also because you had been forced to spend your morning writing a brutal, three hour exam straight into a Blue Book.
Your right hand was still hurting from the absolute torture of pressing the pen against the paper for hours, leaving a painful red mark on your middle finger. The tiny, blue exam booklet had been filled with your messy, rushed analysis of complex law cases, and by the time you finally handed it in to the professor, your mind felt completely blank.
The university wide mandatory course for English right after that was just adding fuel to the fire. Sitting in the very last row of the large university amphitheater, your warm hoodie pulled tightly over your head, you prayed for the clock to move faster. Your eyes burned with every blink while your entire body was feeling heavy and drained.
Clutching a cup of bitter black coffee from the school automat, you desperately tried to regain some energy before the lesson started. Your English notes were opened on the table in front of you, and you decided to look through them, knowing all too well that the professor loved to catch everyone off guard with unplanned tests.
You just wanted to remain invisible, just another in a crowd of hundreds of students. But the quiet peace of the hall shattered the exact moment the front doors creaked open, letting in a group of the first years from the business department. All the rich, extroverted morons who just went with the flow, gliding through life on pure charisma and the wealth of their parents.
And right in the middle of them, effortlessly catching the attention of every girl in the room, was a familiar mop of snowy white hair.
Letting out a quiet sigh to yourself, you quickly glanced away from him. You forced your eyes back down to your notebook, staring at the text while checking the time on your phone, seeing the lesson was about to start in three minutes.
Satoru lazily looked around the crowded amphitheater, his sharp gaze cutting through the room until his eyes finally locked onto you. Watching you read through your notes with that warm hoodie pulled over your head and your hair falling softly down your face, a quiet thought crossed his mind. Yeah, you were gorgeous.
His friends headed straight toward the back rows as well, but unlike you doing it to find some peace, they did it simply to look cool. Oh, they were pissing you off. The university had recently started combining multiple departments and years for basic classes like English to save up time, but for you, it only meant that the business and management students would be loud and obnoxious right behind you, forcing your head to ache even worse.
And on top of it all, you could feel Satoru’s intense eyes piercing through you for the whole lesson. You tried your absolute best to ignore it, but it wasn’t easy. Whenever your eyes involuntarily darted back to him, he was already staring right back at you. The worst thing was he didn’t even have the decency to look away. He just kept smiling at you from across the rows, looking as if he was enjoying your irritation.
About twenty minutes into the incredibly dry lecture, the professor turned his back to the amphitheater, furiously writing grammar rules onto the whiteboard with a black marker.
Suddenly, a tiny movement in your peripheral vision caught your attention. Before you could even look up, a small, tightly folded paper triangle glided through the air across the class, landing with a soft click right on the side of your head.
You furrowed your brows, your hands freezing over your pen for a moment. Without thinking you glanced to the side. A few desks away, Satoru was sitting leaning back in his seat. A black pen was balancing between his long fingers, and the moment he caught you looking, his confident, smug smile widened as he gave you a slow, teasing wink.
Your heart made a strange, uncomfortably warm thud against your ribs. Turning away from him with a deep frown, you unfolded the piece of paper, your eyes scanning the messy handwriting scribbled across the note.
“I bet my family's money you didn't hear a single word because you're too busy pretending you don't feel me staring. Relax, need another cigarette and my company to calm you down?”
A sudden wave of burning heat rushed straight to your face, a mix of pure irritation and a strange fluster you still refused to acknowledge. Tightening your jaw, you crumpled the note in your fist until the paper crushed into a tight ball, shoving it deep into the pocket of your hoodie.
Who does he think he is? Yesterday he interrupted your peace smoking on the rooftop and now he’s acting even more smug. Yesterday he was at least sweet. Well, in his own way, but whatever. It made you spiral a little bit. Was he trying to impress his friends? Maybe you were a bet? Well, you weren’t exactly popular, not that you were a weirdo or something, just very introverted and quiet.
The moment the bell rang after what felt like forever, you packed your things as soon as possible, rushing out of the class. Your morning lessons were over and no other classes were mandatory or needed for you. Instead, you had another afternoon shift in the cafe.
Getting to your locker, shortly all of your books were back on the shelf and you were dressed and ready to go, until a shadow cast over you. You felt yourself internally dying.
Before you could even turn around and slam the metal door shut, a long, pale hand effortlessly caught the edge of the locker, completely blocking your path. The heavy, rich scent of expensive cologne instantly flooded your senses, replacing the lingering smell of cheap automat coffee. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
Satoru leaned his tall frame a bit closer, invading your personal space with an infuriating lack of hesitation. Slowly, he pushed his round dark sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, his blue eyes locking straight onto your irritated face with a lazy, teasing spark.
“Hey, You looked like you wanted to murder someone during the whole English class, y'know?”
You let out a dry, unbothered sigh, forcing your expression to remain as cold and unreadable as you could. Your head was still throbbing, and your patience was entirely worn thin.
“Move your hand, Gojo” you muttered, your voice flat, completely unimpressed by his presence.
He didn't move an inch, but the cocky, superficial grin he usually wore in front of his classmates subtly vanished, replaced by a softer, more genuine expression. His eyes scanned your tired face beneath the oversized hoodie with a look of quiet curiosity.
“I wasn't trying to annoy you with the note” he said softly, his voice losing that loud smug edge from the classroom. He looked down at you, completely ignoring the passing students in the crowded hallway. “I just noticed you looked drained. I wanted to see if you were okay, maybe cheer you up a little”
You finally turned your head, meeting his intense, piercing gaze. You could feel the quiet whispers of the people around you, but looking into his eyes, you realized he wasn't doing this to show off. There was no audience for him here. But your pride and sheer exhaustion won the battle. Tightening your jaw, you reached for the edge of the metal door.
“I have a real job to get to. Some of us actually have to work for a living” you muttered.
Satoru slowly blinked, a small smile forming on his lips as he gently pulled his pale fingers away from the metal, giving you space. You slammed the locker door shut, slung your heavy bag over your shoulder, and walked away into the crowded hallway. Satoru didn't chase after you. He just stood there, quietly watching you leave, completely detached from the rich, superficial world around him.
Arriving at the cafe, you quickly slipped on your barista apron. Your shift started at 13:00 and ran until 19:00, a long stretch of brewing espresso and serving desserts to a bunch of customers.
The afternoon was quiet, the heavy exhaustion from your morning classes still weighing down your limbs. You spent most of the time cleaning the espresso machine and putting dirty cups into the dishwasher, just to keep your hands busy. But no matter how hard you tried to focus on the routine, your mind kept drifting back to the university hallway. To the warmth of Satoru’s cologne and the unexpected softness in his voice.
Once your shift finally ended, you gathered your things. Before leaving, you took one of the remaining baguettes that weren’t sold. It would just end up thrown away anyway, and you figured it was better than wasting it, especially since it saved you the money for dinner.
Waiting at the bus station, you quietly ate your baguette before the bus arrived. Buying your ticket and stepping inside, you noticed that unlike yesterday, it wasn’t raining at all. Instead, the evening sun cast a beautiful yellow hue over the entire city, creating a warm, nostalgic atmosphere as the bus drove past the familiar streets. Sunlight poured heavily through the window, falling right onto your tired face.
Getting to your apartment, the sun was slowly starting to set, soft pinkish clouds stretching across the sky. Worn out from the endless seeming stress you had since morning, you knew it was time for your favorite part of the day.
Dropping off your things and changing into some comfortable home clothes you had in your closet, you reached out for your pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes and a lighter waiting for you on your shoe cabinet as usual.
You sneaked to the roof unlocking the large metal doors and pushing them open. Breathing in the cozy mood of a warm evening all around you. The sun was sinking low, its light spilling over the horizon. Warm hues gathered on the clouds. For a moment, the whole sky was just a blend of colors.
Sitting on the concrete ledge of the apartment building and lighting up the cigarette, you hoped that idiot wouldn’t show up this time, though it seemed to not help you at all.
“Smoking up here again? You come here everyday?” Satoru said softly, coming up to you again with that wide smile of his.
Sitting right next to you just like yesterday he watched you with a curious look.
Exhaling tiredly, you turned your gaze towards him “you really can’t leave me alone, can you?” you responded maybe a little too coldly.
Satoru’s smile faltered a little. Every time you pushed him away he was just smug about it, but not this time? Why?
“Hey, I'm sorry. I just wanted to be your friend, you seemed nice and interesting and I thought maybe you will warm up a little, but I don’t want to actually annoy or bother you” he admitted, his voice carrying a tinge of disappointment.
Your heart tightened at the sound of his voice. Hearing him that sad hurt more than it should have.
“Why are you even that interested in me? A rich popular attractive guy hanging out with many people, having tons of girls drool over you, invited to many parties and events, it’s making me feel like you’re just making fun of me. Why would you want to be my friend? Honestly, why are you even living in this apartment building? Small cheap studio apartments sold to students because it’s close to the university? Don’t you come from a wealthy family?” You asked him with confusion, your voice softer than before, not able to keep up your sharp facade anymore.
Satoru blinked at that, but his soft smile returned “You know it’s not as easy as it sounds. Yeah I have many friends and money and am invited to events but to be honest? It’s all superficial. They only care about materialistic things and girls as well as parties and drinking, and even though that can be fun, it lacks any depth. I can’t talk to them about anything meaningful”
“And to answer your question about the apartment building, well living in a big villa with everything luxurious may also seem perfect, but it’s pretty boring honestly. I wanted to live like a normal guy and experience that college life, instead of just spending my whole day with my snob family” he offered a faint explanation.
Your expression changed completely at that “you’re saying that you’re different than your friends, huh?” you remarked sarcastically.
He laughed a bit at that “you could say so”
Your eyes locked on him again, he felt genuine, which did shock you, however, this time you trusted him.
“And you’re trying to find that in me, or?”
You asked, taking a puff of your cigarette and breathing it out into the air.
Satoru smiled slightly at that, his eyes turning away from you, glancing at the setting sun coloring the sky “maybe” he muttered
You gave him a tiny amused huff “interesting choice for a guy like you” you noted.
“Oh come on, stop lumping me together with them” he said with a sarcastic offense.
Chuckling at that, you held out the pack of cigarettes, offering him one.
“Thanks” he murmured, taking one of the cigarettes and lighting it up himself, inhaling the smoky haze “You never told me your name, y’know?” he added.
Raising your eyebrows, you replied “I’m [your name]”
His lips curved up as he took another puff “pretty” he just muttered.
You got a little too flustered at that, the daylight gradually faded away as darkness took over.
“You see, you made it pretty clear earlier that you work for a living…” he started with a tinge of playfulness in his voice “what cafe do you work at?” Satoru asked
Snorting, you answered “the one in the red building on the right from the school”
“That one? I haven’t been in that one yet, will make sure to check it out” he winked with a hint of mischief
Just rolling your eyes at him, your voice light “Anything but that” you commented jokingly.
Today’s morning classes at the university felt completely different from the chaotic blur of the previous days. Walking through the crowded campus corridors, you noticed the heavy weight in your chest had finally started to ease up. The professors surprisingly kept their words, not throwing any sudden, unannounced assignments at the class, and the lecture halls remained relatively quiet.
When the final bell rang and everyone began rushing toward the main exits, you checked your phone to see it was already early afternoon.
The outdoor air was pleasantly cool, a light breeze moving softly across the streets as you made your way toward the familiar red building. It was a short, peaceful walk, and for the first time in a while, you didn't feel that crushing sense of dread about the upcoming hours.
Stepping through the back entrance of the cafe, you quickly swapped your outfit for the dark barista apron, tying it tightly around your waist. Your schedule today was the usual long block from 13:00 to 19:00, a steady routine of grinding fresh espresso beans and setting up dessert plates.
The initial part of the shift turned out to be pretty hectic. A constant stream of customers began entering the shop, keeping you moving behind the counter. You spent hours steaming milk into thick foam, washing ceramic mugs, and wiping down the sticky tables near the windows. Your shoulders felt strained from lifting the heavy plates and restocking the pastry display.
By the time 16:00 arrived, the busy rush slightly quieted down, the cafe was now pretty calm and comfortable. The bright afternoon sun leaned heavily through the front glass, stretching long golden lines across the wooden floor. You let out a quiet sigh of relief, leaning back against the cool metal of the espresso machine just to take a breath.
Then, you heard the cafe door open as another customer entered.
Keeping your eyes down on the counter you were currently scrubbing with a white cloth, you spoke out, out of pure habit. “Welcome, what can I get for you today?” you said, your tone completely flat and professional.
“Just a large iced vanilla latte, please. Make it extra sweet. The lectures were absolutely draining today” a familiar, relaxed voice answered.
Your fingers locked instantly around the damp rag. Your breath caught hard before you lifted your gaze.
Satoru was leaning slightly against the counter. He was by himself this time, wearing a simple black sweatshirt that made his tall frame look even broader, his white hair a bit tossed from the wind outside. He slowly pulled his dark glasses down his nose, his blue eyes staring straight at you with that teasing look.
“Told you I'd check it out” his tone lighthearted, a cute smile appearing on his face, completely lacking that loud arrogance he showed in front of his classmates.
You released a startled breath, trying to fix your surprised expression, even though the sudden heat in your cheeks betrayed you. “You actually came” you said under your breath, turning your back to him to reach for a cup as an excuse to hide your face.
“Of course I did. I don't break my promises” Satoru chuckled, his voice carrying through the quiet cafe. Before you could even type the order into the screen, giving him the finished drink, he carefully set a thick stack of business finance textbooks on the wooden surface.
You stared at the massive books, lifting your eyebrows in mild confusion. “Are you planning to study here?”
“Yeah, if that’s okay with you” he replied, taking a slow sip of the cold drink. “My apartment is too quiet, and my phone is blowing up with texts. I just wanted a peaceful spot where I could actually breathe. And I figured my favorite neighbor makes the best coffee on campus.”
Your jaw tightened a fraction, a strange wave of warmth spreading deep into your chest at his words. Not knowing how to respond, you simply gave a slow nod, reaching for your cleaning cloth again. “The corner table under the window is empty, Satoru. Just... keep it down.”
“Understood” he shot you a knowing look, picking up his heavy study materials and walking over to the secluded corner.
For the remaining hours of your shift, the cafe stayed peaceful. Satoru didn't interrupt your work, and he didn't make any noise. He just sat quietly in the sunlight pouring past the large window, his white head bent over his finance notes. You stood there polishing the bar, completely unable to look away from his profile.
He stayed all those three hours until the cafe reached closing time. Walking over to him, you patted his shoulder gently. He looked up at you, slipping off his headphones and looking up with his lovely eyes. “Hm?”
“We’re about to close” you let him know.
Satoru nodded. “Well then, I’ll stay until you’re done and walk you home, whatcha think?” he offered with a nudge.
I hope you liked it!!! I’ll appreciate any kind of support or feedback 💕
𝜗ৎ satoru sneaks in to fuck you for the first time
Your sleep eyes fluttered open at the faint sound of your window closing. The small dim lit lamp was the only source of light in your bedroom, but it was enough to see the outline of your boyfriend's muscular frame closing in.
"Hi baby.." He whispered quietly, not wanting to startle you as you were slowly coming to your senses. You sat up, fixing your messy hair, looking up at Gojo through your fallen lids.
"Satoru.. it's so late." You stated the obvious. The night was quiet, no traffic being heard, only the quiet hum of nearby insects.
You were surprised your dog didn't completely lose it or worse, your parents catching him in the middle of what seemed like a break in. "I know, love, I know." Gojo's heavy body plopped down comfortably beside you on the bed, placing his phone and wallet on your nightstand, adjusting the lamp to be brighter.
"I want to see you better." He placed his lips on your temple in a loving manner, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. "Missed you." He adjusted to lean against the headboard, a smile appearing on his face after you tiredly made your way onto his lap.
"I missed you too.." You mumbled against his chest, taking in the scent of the vanilla bodywash you gifted him last week when you found out he used a 3 in 1.
The hand on your waist rubbed you up and down in a soothing manner, keeping you close while the other caressed your thigh, feeling goosebumps show up. He crooked his neck at a certain angle to press his lips against yours in a series of long but gentle kisses.
"You're spiky.." You complained at the feeling of his slight stubble tickling your chin. It was barely visible since his hair was white and skin pale, but it was still touchable.
"Yeah? And you're soft." Gojo moaned against your mouth, hands moving way too close to your ass. His hold on you had become more possessive, pulling you completely flush against him.
It was clear what his intentions were.
It's been half a year since you two began dating. You've done everything together, except of course, have legitimate sex. You’ve allowed him to let out his frustrations on your needy cunt with his fingers or tongue before, so he knew how you tasted like. You, however, didn't know what he looked like underneath those pants.
He tugged at the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Take these off for me?"
Your eyes completely widened, any sign of tiredness being wiped off. How come you hadn't noticed his bulge poking the crap out of you from underneath?
"My shorts?" Your voice wobbled, nervously.
It's not that you weren't as experienced as he was, it was the fact that you weren't experienced at all. He was your first everything after all. A strained chuckle left his lips, reaching to grab your hand to press it against his raging boner. “Or.. you could take off mine?”
His eyes flickered over to your face, finally taking in that you looked uncomfortable. He quickly let go of you, instead moving up to hold your chin with his pointer and thumb. "Do you not want to do this, baby?" He asked with a worried tone. “I can stop.”
"We don't have to." Satoru reassured you once more. "I just.. I've been wanting to see my pretty girl."
"I do.. I do want this but," You stuttered. The fear of not being able to satisfy him enough was what was making you hesitate. What if it didn't even fit? What if he saw your body and got turned off? What if he realized he made a mistake of asking you to be his girl? What if he didn't want a virgin? "I’ve never done this.” You finally admitted.
You could feel your body warm up in embarrassment, wanting to hide away in the crook of his neck. But it was quickly gone the second he pecked your forehead, hugging you close.
"Oh sweets, why didn't you just say so? Are you scared?"
You nodded. "I don't know how to do this.."
The small smile showed back up on his face, carefully flipping you over so your back was on the mattress. "I can do all the work, I don't mind. I want to make you feel good."
"But, I want to make you feel good too." You gasped, feeling the cold air hit your cunt aggressively after he pulled down your sleeping shorts.
"You will." He groaned at the way your tight hole pulsed around nothing. "Fuck..are you sure you want this? You tell me to stop, and I'll stop." But he wasn't sure if he could. Not with the way your pussy was covered in a thin layer of slick, pulsing for his touch.
"I want this.. I swear."
His fingers spread your folds, watching you squirm and cringe at the sound it made. "Oh my fuck- god it's pretty. You're pretty."
He wasted no time in taking his pants off, cock throbbing painfully. Satoru gave himself a few pumps before teasing your entrance with his tip, running it up to your clit, collecting your wetness on it.
The room filled up with the sounds of your heavy breathing.
His shaky hand gripped your waist, the other assisting his cock in sliding in. He took his time pushing every inch, watching your reactions carefully for any sign of discomfort.
Little mewls escaped you. It suddenly hit Satoru that just across the hall laid your parents deep asleep. His lips hushed yours up. "Try to stay quiet, yeah sweet thing? Your parents are still here." The last thing they needed was to get woken up by the moans of their horny daughter.
But he wasn't staying quiet either. Groans and small laughs fell from his lips, growing addicted at the way his cock slid in and out of you.
"So tight. You feel so good. Fuck, tight virgin pussy, huh?" he grinned. "Should've told me this earlier, baby." He finally managed to fit all of him inside you, hips stopping all movements to allow you to adjust. "Satoru-" your sentence was cut off with a harsh thrust. You let out broken sob, gripping his back as he failed to keep his promise of being gentle.
Not that you minded.
"Gotta stay quiet." He reminded you. It was hard to shut up when he was reaching places you never knew existed. You whined, eyes flickering down to your stomach. He followed your line of sight, wondering what caught your attention.
You could literally see him ruining you from the outside. Satoru threw his head back in pleasure, feeling you tighten around him. “Oh? You like that sweets? Like the way my cock is fucking you? Mm bet you do. Just look at the way this pussy is taking me, fuck. Gonna have you leaking for days.”
You nodded, babbling about how good it felt.
“That’s it. Let me hear you. Your parents won;t mind.” He stilled before pounding even harsher than before. “They like me anyways, don’t they? Bet they won’t care if I fuck a baby into ya.”
Your lips parted, tears spilling out of those pretty eyes of yours. You could barely register what he was saying over the sound of your own heartbeat.
“Give them the grandchild they’ve been wanting.” He grinned.
◞ in which
you’ve always been the queen of chaos, but this time you really outdid yourself. after finally working up the courage to confess to satoru that you like him, you somehow end up on a double date with him, suguru, and a girl you don’t know. you’re already counting down the minutes until this nightmare ends but satoru has very different plans.
◞ content + warnings
18+ only. minors do not interact. sexy things happening (handjob), risk of voyeurism/getting caught, jealousy, miscommunication, mutual pining, heavy teasing, and banter.
◞ author’s notes
eyyy i gave up on proofreading and tumblr deleted my draft so i'm kinda overstimulated right now... enjoy <3
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the pizzeria is loud and warm and smells like melted cheese and you’ve officially decided this is the worst night of your life, which is saying a lot considering the last few weeks.
satoru is across from you, next to his date—rio, apparently, the girl form the hallway with her shiny hair and soft laugh, the kind of girl who hides her giggles behind her hand every time satoru says something that isn’t even that funny.
suguru is beside you, close enough that his knee bumps yours every time he reaches for another slice, which is nice. objectively. if you think about it, suguru is nice, and he looks good, and any normal person would be more than happy to have his attention.
you are not normal tonight. you’re too busy watching satoru laugh with someone else to enjoy any of it.
the car ride here had already ruined your mood. satoru had made everyone listen to rio’s favorite song on repeat, and you’d spent the entire drive staring out the window, thinking about how three days ago you almost told him i like you, and instead you ended up here, watching him lean in close to show her memes you’ve seen a hundred times and wondering if he shows the same memes to every girl in his life while considering opening the door and flinging yourself out of the moving car just to escape the agony.
now there’s a giant pizza in the middle of the table that you’ve barely touched, while satoru’s already halfway through his third slice. rio keeps smiling and saying things like, “satoru told me you guys have been friends forever, that’s so cute,” in a sweet voice that makes you want to crawl under the table and disappear.
“oh, has he?” you mutter, picking at the crust of your pizza. “we actually met because he stole the last muffin in the cafeteria during orientation week.”
“he does that,” rio laughs, resting her hand on satoru’s arm again. “he stole my parking spot the day we met.”
“of course he did,” you say, forcing a little smile. “very satoru. but really it worked out fine, because satoru’s lactose intolerant, and i’m pretty sure that muffin from orientation ruined the rest of his day. so, don’t let him anywhere near your tiramisu later unless you want to spend the movie listening to him complain.”
“wait, you’re lactose intolerant?” rio asks, turning to satoru.
“she’s making it sound way worse than it was,” satoru says, stealing another bite of your pizza. “i’m not that lactose intolerant. i had, like, one bad night. one time. and she’s never let me live it down.”
“you cried,” you deadpan. “and texted me at two in the morning saying you were dying.”
“i said i felt like i was dying.”
“you sent me a picture.”
“i absolutely did not—”
“you were on the floor, satoru,” you cut in, pressing the back of your hand to your forehead in an overdramatic impression. “‘i’m on the floor. i think this is it. tell my story.’”
rio lets out a slightly nervous laugh, unsure if she’s allowed to find this funny. suguru, however, laughs beside you.
“he’s always been a little dramatic,” suguru agrees.
satoru turns to rio, propping his chin on his hand. “don’t listen to her. she’s just trying to change the subject because she talks in her sleep.”
“i do not.”
“you absolutely do.”
“i don’t!”
suguru smiles into his drink. “that’s kinda cute, actually.”
“you’d think so until you actually hear her,” satoru says, pointing at you. “remember that camping trip last summer? i woke up in the middle of the night thinking someone was outside the tent but turns out she was just talking in her sleep and drooling all over her sleeping bag.”
“oh, you mean the trip where you woke up clutching a flashlight like your life depended on it because you were scared of some birds?” you fire back. “you mean that trip?”
suguru snorts. “he was scared of birds?”
“oh, he was terrified,” you say, glancing at rio. “milk and birds are very sensitive topics for satoru.”
“says the girl who still sleeps with a teddy bear every night.”
rio covers her mouth, failing to hide her laugh. “you still sleep with a teddy bear?”
“yeah, and it only has one eye,” satoru adds.
“it has both eyes!”
“one of them is a button.”
“because i had to sew it back on after you kicked him off the bed!”
“it was an accident!”
“sure. an accident. you’ve never liked him in the first place.”
“i don’t hate him! didn’t i apologize to the bear? you made me apologize to him!”
“because you ripped his eye off!”
the table goes quiet for a beat. not the comfortable kind. the kind where you suddenly notice the clatter of the kitchen somewhere behind you and the scrape of someone’s chair two tables over.
rio and suguru exchange a look across the table.
“…you guys have a lot of history,” rio says carefully.
“we really don’t,” you say at the exact same time satoru says, “we really do,” and you both look at each other for a second.
“seriously?” you mutter.
“what?” he replies, all innocent.
the table falls into an excruciating silence. suguru suddenly seems deeply fascinated in the condensation running down the side of his glass, while rio suddenly finds the floor very interesting.
finally, rio clears her throat. “i’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
“i’ll walk with you,” suguru says way too fast, already sliding out of the booth. he shoots satoru a very clear fix this look before the two of them disappear toward the front of the restaurant.
the second they’re gone, you turn on satoru. he reaches across the table and casually steals another slice of your pizza.
“what are you doing?”
“eating pizza,” he answers with his mouth full.
“satoru.”
“mhmm?” he leans back, one arm draped along the top of the booth, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who’s supposedly here on a date with someone else.
“you’re doing this on purpose.”
“doing what?”
“you brought up the teddy bear.”
“you said that i’m scared of birds.”
“because you brought up the sleep talking!”
“because you started with the lactose intolerance!”
“because you stole my muffin three years ago!”
“which,” he says, pointing the crust at you, “was clearly the best decision i’ve ever made.”
you let out a laugh. “what is your mission here? to embarrass me in front of suguru?”
“oh please. like i have nothing better to do.” he takes another bite. “what about you? telling rio i cried on the bathroom floor?”
“you did cry on the bathroom floor.”
“i was in pain!”
“you texted me i think this is how i go.”
“i thought it was!”
“you also asked me to clear your search history.”
he groans, dragging a hand down his face. “can you please stop bringing that up?”
“never.”
he sighs, then takes another bite of your pizza. “anyway… what’s with you tonight?”
“what’s with me?”
“yeah. you’ve been taking shots at me all night. i thought i was doing you a favor setting you up with suguru.”
you let out a bitter laugh. “who even is rio? do you even know her last name?”
“of course i do,” he says, pausing for half a second. “it’s a very pretty name.”
“oh really?”
“yeah. way prettier than yours.”
“so what is it then?”
“that’s not the point.”
“wow.” you shake your head. “you’re on a date with a girl whose last name you don’t even know.”
“why do you care? you’re here with suguru.” he watches you and then that dangerous grin spreads across his lips. you already hate that grin. “oh my god.”
“what?”
“you’re jealous.”
“i am not jealous.”
“you absolutely are.” he leans in, lowering his voice, the noise of the restaurant suddenly feeling very far away. “wanna know a secret?” before you can stop yourself, you lean in a little too. his smile only gets wider. “i think i’m into it… seeing you all worked up over me.”
“i am not worked up.”
“your ears are red.”
“it’s warm in here.”
“it’s really not.”
“satoru—”
“you could just say it, you know,” he says, and the teasing falls away a little. “instead of doing all this. you could just tell me.”
“tell you what?”
he opens his mouth—
“got ‘em!” suguru’s voice cuts through the moment like a bucket of ice water. he slides back into the booth beside you, way too cheerful. “movie tickets secured. four seats, back row. there’s an aisle in between, but it should be fine.”
you quickly look down at your glass, tracing patterns in the condensation. across from you, satoru leans back against the booth like nothing happened.
suguru glances between the two of you. “…you guys good?”
“great,” you say.
“perfect,” satoru says at the exact same time.
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the theater is already mostly full by the time you make it inside. the four of you walk down the aisle with popcorn and drinks in hand. you go in first on purpose. your plan is simple: you, suguru, aisle, rio, and then satoru. because that is how a double date is supposed to work, and it would put a very sensible amount of distance between you and satoru for the next two hours.
suguru starts to follow you in. and then satoru steps around him, drops into the seat right beside you, swings his long legs out, and settles in like he’s been there the whole night.
suguru blinks at him. satoru looks up at him and says nothing and does not move even an inch. there’s a long pause. then suguru sighs like he has decided this particular hill is not worth dying on tonight, and slides into the next seat over. rio settles beside him.
you stare at suguru. he gives you a helpless shrug that very clearly says this one’s on you.
you turn to satoru. “you’re sitting next to me.”
“yeah,” he says. “that’s usually how sitting works.”
“that’s not how a double date works, satoru.”
“i don’t know. seems fine to me.” he glances down at your empty hands. “where’s your popcorn?”
“i was going to share with suguru before you decided i was not going to sit next to him.”
“oh.” he doesn’t look sorry at all. he simply holds his bucket out toward you. “here.”
you stare at the popcorn. then at him. he raises his eyebrows, waiting like this is a completely reasonable solution to the problem he created.
you take the popcorn. because you’re not arguing anymore, and also because you’re a little hungry.
“there you go,” he says.
the movie’s only been on for about twenty minutes when you reach into the tub and your fingers brush directly against his. his hand is already in there, waiting, not even pretending to be subtle.
you pull back quickly. “sorry.”
you wait a minute and try again. his hand is still right there.
“you’re doing that on purpose.”
“doing what?” he asks.
“putting your hand exactly where i’m about to put mine.”
“i’m just eating popcorn.” he tilts the tub toward you. “here. plenty of room. go ahead.”
you stare at him. he stares back, the picture of pure innocence.
you wait. you watch him pull his hand back, rest it on his knee. you count to ten in your head, then reach in again—
his hand dives in at the exact same moment, fingers bumping into yours. he makes a small, thoughtful hum like oh, what a coincidence.
“satoru—”
“hm?” he’s already popping the stolen popcorn into his mouth, eyes glued to the screen.
you turn back to the movie, arms crossed. fine. you are a grown adult. you can ignore him. you don’t even want popcorn anymore. you’re just going to sit here like a mature, unbothered adult and watch the film.
you last exactly three minutes.
this time when you reach in, his hand catches yours completely. warm fingers curl loosely around your entire hand inside the tub. he doesn’t even pretend it’s an accident.
you freeze.
the movie keeps playing. someone says something dramatic on screen. you have no idea what.
“satoru,” you whisper.
“yeah?”
“let go.”
“i’m not doing anything.”
“you are holding my hand.”
“our hands happen to be in the same place, yeah.” he tilts his head toward the screen. “good movie, by the way. you should watch it.”
“i hate you,” you whisper.
“no you don’t,” he replies softly. his thumb slowly strokes across the back of your hand—warm, slow, and so deliberately gentle it makes your breath catch.
you keep staring straight ahead, heart hammering against your ribs. something explodes on the screen. someone wins something. you have completely lost the plot. the only thing you can focus on is satoru’s hand curled warmly around yours inside the nearly empty popcorn tub, his thumb lazily tracing the side of your palm like he has all the time in the world.
you are gripping a mostly empty container in a crowded theater, desperately trying to look like a normal person watching a movie and not someone on the verge of a complete breakdown.
then he shifts in his seat.
the tub in his lap tilts slightly, and suddenly you feel it—hot, hard, and unmistakably pressed against the back of your fingers through the thin cardboard.
your face burns.
satoru’s free hand grips the armrest a little too hard. you catch it from the corner of your eye. he tries to play it cool, but you feel the way he subtly adjusts his hips, trying (and failing) to ease the pressure without drawing attention. the movement only makes it worse. the thick outline drags heavier against your knuckles.
your face burns hotter. you don’t dare move. not even to pull your hand away. the theater is dark, but it suddenly feels blindingly bright, like every single person around you can sense exactly what’s happening under that stupid popcorn tub.
you should yank your hand back. you should. but then your fingers move—accidentally, of course—pressing more firmly against the thick shape of him. he’s so hard it makes your stomach flip.
for a second he’s completely still, then he lets out a shaky exhale that sounds suspiciously like a laugh he’s trying to choke down. “fuck… you’re really gonna do this to me right here?” he whispers.
his fingers tighten around yours, the ones still laced together. then, without warning, he pushes your intertwined hands down harder against his cock. the move is bold. greedy. he rocks his hips up just enough to grind the heavy length against your palm, letting you feel every inch of how badly he’s losing it.
he bites down on his lip, head tipping back against the seat. his breathing is no longer steady. neither is yours. he guides you again, pressing your palm down harder, encouraging you to rub along his full length from base to tip.
you’re pretty sure you’re two seconds away from actually dying in this theater seat. “satoru… we can’t do this here.” the words come out weak, almost breathless. even you don’t fully believe them.
“why not,” he whispers right against your ear, lips brushing your skin. “been so fucking hard for you the whole evening… you have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”
your pulse is racing. you swallow hard, eyes darting toward the rows around you. “someone will see,” you whisper.
satoru doesn’t even hesitate. with his free hand, he reaches behind his neck and tugs off his oversized black sweater. the thin white t-shirt underneath rides up, flashing a tempting strip of toned, pale skin and his lower abs before it settles back down and then he drapes the sweater over his lap.
he grabs your hand again—still intertwined with his—and guides it right back under the soft black material. he presses your palm firmly against the burning outline of his cock.
“better?” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple, voice teasing even as it trembles with need. “no one can see now… so touch me. please… i’m dying for it.”
this is a horrible idea.
the thought screams in your head as your fingers stayed glued to his cock under the heavy fabric of his sweater. the movie is still playing, some loud action scene flashing across the screen, but all you can focus on is the very real possibility that this entire theater is about to call the police. or worse… that suguru and rio, who are sitting just two seats over to your left, might glance over at any second and see exactly what’s happening under that black sweater.
“satoru, this is insane. suguru and rio are right there—”
he doesn’t let you finish. his hand tightens over yours, guiding you again, pressing your palm fully against his throbbing cock and dragging it slowly up and down his length. the heat under the sweater is ridiculous. he’s impossibly hard, twitching every time your fingers move.
“should i touch you instead?” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “but you have to keep quiet for me.”
the suggestion sends a fresh wave of heat through you. you know you should say no. you know this is risky and stupid and completely insane… but the thought of touching him again makes your mouth go dry.
instead of pulling away, your fingers curl tighter around him.
satoru lets out a shaky exhale as he guides your hand lower, helping you cup the heavy, throbbing base of his cock. your face burns, but you don’t stop. you want this. even if your heart is racing like it’s trying to escape your chest.
under the thick cover of his sweater, you start to stroke him slowly, feeling the full, heavy length of his cock twitch against your palm. satoru’s head tips back again, eyes closed as he bites down on his lip to stay quiet.
he shifts lower in his seat, hips tilting toward you. with one hand, he unbuckles his belt and pops the button of his jeans open, then tugs the zipper down just enough.
the moment your fingers wrap around him, skin to skin, satoru’s whole body tenses. he’s burning hot, velvet-smooth, and achingly hard. thick enough that your fingers don’t quite meet as you curl them around his shaft. you feel him throb in your grip, a bead of wetness already smearing against your palm.
you’ve drawn him before—multiple times, in secret, late at night when your mind wouldn’t stop thinking about him, you drawn him in his dorm room, in class. you knew the shape. the length. the way the head flared. but this… this is completely different.
he feels impossibly hot in your palm, almost feverish. the skin is silky-smooth and velvet-soft over steel-hard thickness. he’s even bigger than you imagined when your pencil was moving across the page. your fingers don’t quite close all the way around him, and the weight of his heavy cock resting in your grip makes your thighs press together.
you feel the prominent vein running along the underside pulsing against your fingers as you stroke him slowly. every throb makes him twitch in your hand, jumping slightly like he’s overly sensitive. the head is slick already—smooth, swollen, and leaking steadily. when your thumb brushes over it, you smear the warm, slippery pre-cum across the tip, and satoru’s breath stutters hard.
“shit…” he hisses quietly, head falling forward. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted your hand on me like this.”
every slow stroke makes him leak more, coating your fingers and making the glide smoother and wetter. you keep stroking him under the sweater, a little bolder now. your fingers slide up and down his thick length, twisting slightly around the head on every upstroke just the way he seems to like. the slick sound of your hand moving over his pre-cum-coated cock is muffled by the sweater and the loud movie, but it still feels dangerously loud to you.
satoru’s breathing is ragged against your ear. every time you squeeze a little tighter or brush your thumb across the sensitive underside of his head, his cock twitches hard in your grip and he lets out a choked sound.
all the while, your mind is spiraling. you can’t stop imagining how this dick would feel inside you. you picture it stretching you open, that heavy, blunt head pushing past your entrance, forcing you to take every inch while he whispers filthy things against your neck.
you imagine the way he’d throb deep inside you, the drag of those veins against your walls, the way he’d bottom out and grind against that spot that makes your back arch. you’d probably cry. you’d probably beg.
your mind is spiraling out of control.
you can’t stop imagining dropping your head into his lap right here, right now. you want to take him into your mouth so badly, to taste him and feel that thick cock sliding over your tongue as you sink down until he hits the back of your throat. you want him to grip your hair and push deeper, fucking your throat while he tries desperately not to moan loud enough for the whole theater to hear.
the fantasy makes you clench around nothing. your hand moves a little faster, slicker, tighter.
“fuck, just like that—” he groans under his breath, barely keeping his voice down. “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep—ah—squeezing me like that…”
he’s panting now, body tense and trembling as you work him closer and closer under the cover of his sweater. it doesn’t take long. a few more firm strokes and then his teeth sink hard into his bottom lip, muffling the groan that tries to escape.
“fuck—i’m—”
thick, hot ropes of cum spill over your fingers, pulse after pulse, messy and endless, flooding your palm and dripping down between your fingers. satoru’s cock twitches in your grip with every spurt, leaking more and more hot cum and quickly soaking into the front of his boxers until the fabric is warm and drenched.
when it finally starts to slow, your hand is dripping with his cum. some of it has even leaked down onto his balls and the waistband of his boxers, making everything under the sweater a complete mess.
“…shit. look what you did to me.” a soft, dazed chuckle escapes him. “made such a fucking mess.”
satoru slumps in his seat for a moment, still catching his breath, his cock softening but still twitching. he lets your fingers run over his softening cock—slow, gentle strokes along the slick, sensitive length. even soft, he feels heavy and warm in your hand, the skin slippery with his own release.
then he turns his head, lips brushing your ear again. “let me return the favor.” and then he catches your wrist and brings your cum-covered hand to his mouth. his lips part, and he slowly sucks your fingers in, tongue gliding over them as he licks his own release off your skin. eyes on you as he watches your reaction.
the theater suddenly feels ten degrees hotter.
when he pulls back, a string of saliva and cum connects his bottom lip to your fingertip for a second before it breaks. he glances down at his own messy hands, the evidence of what you did to him still dripping slowly over his fingers.
“you on birth control?” he asks.
you shake your head, cheeks burning. “no…”
“okay,” he says, clearly running through his options. “bathroom?”
you freeze not sure what he suggests for a second. satoru leans in closer and presses a soft kiss just below your ear, his breath warm against your skin.
“let me take care of you. i can still make you cum on my tongue.”
your brain goes blank. before you can even spiral further, before you can decide between dying of shame or dragging him out of the theater yourself, the credits start rolling across the screen and the lights begin to slowly brighten.
before you can spiral into a full panic attack or seriously consider dragging satoru out by the collar, the credits start rolling and the theater lights begin to slowly brighten like a cruel spotlight on your sins.
“fuck,” satoru mutters beside you, quickly stuffing himself back together. “the movie’s over already?”
oh my god.
you just jerked off your best friend in the middle of a double date. in a movie theater. while suguru and rio were sitting two seats away. what would your grandma think of you? you are going straight to hell. there’s no coming back from this. they’re probably already reserving your seat next to the guy who invented pineapple on pizza.
suguru stands up on the other side of the aisle and looks over at you with a casual smile. “great movie, right?”
you don’t remember a single second of it.
“yeah! super… space-y.” you’re on your feet before your brain even gives the order, clutching your bag to your chest. “it’s really hot in here, right? i’m gonna head out first—”
suguru’s hand gently catches your wrist. “hey, you good?”
“totally! one hundred percent. never better.” you nod way too many times, smiling so wide it hurts.
he glances down at your hand—the one still glistening with the evidence of your crime—and his brow furrows slightly.
“you’re… sweating?”
your soul leaves your body.
“the movie was really unnerving,” you ramble, the words tumbling out in pure panic. “very tense. lot of, um, stakes.”
suguru blinks. the movie was really not that unnerving. but before he can point that out, you pull your wrist free and continue your desperate escape, squeezing past the last few people in the row like a criminal fleeing the scene.
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you’re pacing a small circle outside the theater entrance, arms wrapped around yourself and your brain is going about a thousand miles an hour. your hands are still sticky. gross. warm. you can literally feel satoru’s cum drying between your fingers and it’s making you lose your mind even faster.
okay. okay okay okay. what the fuck was that. what just happened in there.
when did agreeing to this stupid double date turn into fighting over the popcorn tub only for satoru’s thick hard cock to suddenly be right there pressing against your fingers and then he was guiding your hand around him and you were actually jerking him off in the middle of the theater and he came so much all over your fingers and then he licked his own cum off your skin like it was the most normal thing in the world and—
this was supposed to be a double date.
a normal, safe, four-person group thing. you, suguru, satoru, and whoever the girl was he was supposed to bring. instead you ended up jerking your best friend off in the dark while your other friends sat two seats away completely clueless.
you’re a horrible person.
you’re a menace.
you’re never showing your face in public again.
your face feels like it’s on fire. your thighs keep pressing together because you’re still stupidly wet from everything that happened and that only makes you spiral harder.
what is happening with satoru.
why did he want to sit right next to you. why is he always orbiting you like this and making your life ten times more complicated than it needs to be. didn’t he bring a girl he was supposedly into? then why the hell did he spend the entire movie glued to your side like he couldn’t breathe without touching you. why did he sound so desperate when he whispered please like that. why did he look at you with those stupid pretty eyes right after he came all over your hand like he was two seconds away from dragging you into the nearest bathroom and dropping to his knees to return the favor right there on the dirty floor.
you’re so fucked. you’re actually so fucked.
“hey.”
you jump so hard you nearly drop your bag. satoru is right beside you, hands shoved deep in his pockets, hair slightly messy from the wind.
“what are you doing out here, it’s freezing.” without waiting for an answer he’s already tugging his black sweater off over his head and holding it out to you.
“i don’t need it,” you say.
“you’re literally shivering.”
“i’m fine.”
“take the sweater.” he doesn’t even argue. he steps closer and drapes it over your shoulders himself. it’s still warm from his body and it smells like him—clean, a little sweet, dangerously comforting. you hate how much you notice.
you clear your throat, trying to pull yourself together. “where’s suguru? and rio?”
satoru shrugs, sliding his hands back into his pockets. “they left.”
“left? like… together?”
“yeah. i think they like each other.” he glances at you sideways, a small smile tugging at his lips. “looks like we both got ditched by our dates. tragic.”
“oh,” you mumble. then, because you feel like you have to, “i’m sorry about your date.”
“what date.”
“rio? the girl you brought?”
“i didn’t even know her last name,” he says with zero shame. “met her at the vending machine outside the athletic building a few days ago, asked if she wanted to come. that was the whole thing.”
you stare at him. “satoru.”
“what?”
“you brought a literal stranger to a double date and now she left with suguru.”
he rocks back on his heels, grinning like none of this bothers him in the slightest. “i mean, good for them. sounds like they’re having a much better night than i was—sitting there for two hours trying not to lose my mind next to the girl i actually like.”
you blink. “…the girl you like?”
satoru rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little shy for once.
“yeah,” he says, quieter this time. “i like you. like… a lot. have for a while now.” he lets out a soft laugh. “if you didn’t already figure it out from the whole ‘coming in two seconds the second you touched me’ thing… well. now you know.”
he steps closer, those bright blue eyes locked on yours. your heart races.
“and i think you like me too,” he adds, voice softer now.
you clutch the front of his sweater, mind still reeling.
“satoru…”
he tilts his head and watches you carefully. “i really want to kiss you right now,” he says, “but we’re standing in a shady movie theater parking lot and two people over there are staring at us. plus you made me cum before i even kissed you, which feels kinda backwards and ungentlemanly… so instead, i’m gonna ask you something.”
your heart races so hard you can barely breathe.
“what?” you whisper.
satoru smiles.
“will you go out on a real date with me? a proper one. just us. no strangers or best friends two seats over, and definitely with the right order of events this time.” his grin turns wicked. “talking… then kissing… then making you cum.”
“oh my god, satoru, stop,” you groan, covering your burning face with both hands. his words shoot straight between your legs and you hate how much you like it.
he laughs—that bright, carefree sound you’ve always been weak for—and gently pulls your hands down from your face.
“can’t help it. you do this to me.” his thumbs moves softly over your knuckles. “but i’m serious. let me do this right. one date. just you and me. no running away this time.”
he leans in closer, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone again.
“and then… i can finally kiss you. taste you. make you feel as good as you made me feel in that theater.”
you bite your lip. “…okay,” you say softly, a shy smile breaking through. “yes. i’ll go on a proper date with you.”
satoru’s whole face lights up. he steps closer, cups the side of your face with one warm hand, and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. then he tilts his head and whispers right against your ear, “good. because once i finally get you alone, i’m gonna bury my face between your thighs and eat that pretty pussy until you’re shaking and crying my name. gonna make up for coming so fast earlier… and then fuck you slow and deep like i’ve been fantasizing about for way too long.”
you shiver, a tiny helpless sound slipping out. he pulls back with a satisfied smirk.
“alright,” he says, pulling out his phone like he didn’t just melt your brain. “i’m calling us an uber. our original driver apparently left with my fake date.”
he winks at you, tapping on his screen, while you stand there, face burning and legs barely working, on ther verge of passing out right here on the sidewalk like a victorian maiden who saw an ankle.
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◞ author’s notes
well… that escalated quickly lmaooo. i didn’t initially plan to write smut with this one but oh well, satoru wants what he wants or something like that. anywayyyy thank you so much for reading!! this story is a mess but i’m having way too much fun writing it. see you in the next chapter 🥰🥰
you had first become acquainted with gojo satoru in your first year of college, stuck in the same hellish course which deprived you of any activities other than studying and pulling all nighters, effectively ruining your dating lives, but in turn creating a strong bond between you two,
so like any two normal super sexually frustrated people who spent almost every waking (and sometimes napping) moment together, you made arrangements, strictly business - you take care of each others needs when necessary, and continue your friendship like nothing ever happened, a win-win for both parties.
exam season always dialled up the frustration by 10, and what better way to relieve stress than together in his apartment? pretty lips puckered around his dick and drooling all over your chin, tears streaming down your face while he moans out lewd praises "shit— takin me so well.. yeah juustt like that oh fuck—"
his large hands tangled in your hair as he fucks your throat roughly, you can feel the pent up studying-anger with every thrust he makes. he'll wipe your tears in consolation, but dont expect him to slow down, not when your throat feels this good.
"sorry doll ngh— shit.. cant help myself... feels— haaah.. feels too good".
he'll finish down your throat, pushed over the edge by your gagged cries, loud groans ripped from his throat as his hips stutter from pleasure, hand gripping the crown of your head pushing you further down.
you punch him in the arm afterwards, complaining about your poor bruised throat while wiping away the mix of drool and tear on your face as he laughs breathlessly.
he always makes it up to you though - curling his long fingers in you knuckle deep, tongue working on your needy clit as his digits hit your sweet spot with practiced precision, tugging on his soft white hair. he'll have you screaming in pleasure, holding you down and continue to work his mouth and hands even after you orgasm, all for the fun of seeing you squirm in overstimulation.
yeah, study sessions dont really go well at either of your apartments for obvious reasons. but when the torturous period of exams are over, earning you a well deserved break, what better way is there to celebrate than crazy hot sex?
"sa-satoru" you moan out "t-too big.." your comment making him twitch inside you, hes got your knees to your chest, thick and heavy cock frying your brain as you struggle to accomodate his large size, insides turning to mush as he stretches you out.
"cmonn.. you can— ngh.. take it..." one of his large hands snaking down to rub circles on your clit while the other gives a rough pinch to your nipple, "saw how.. haah... you were lookin at me when we left the bar..." a devilish smirk dancing on his lips while you could feel your face heating up slightly in embarrassment.
okay so what if you were drunk and horny? thats like the textbook definition of how youre supposed to enjoy an end of exam house party.
you and satoru didnt kiss. it was just an unspoken thing deemed too intimate between the two of you for a simple friends with benefits situation - but god his smell was just so dizzying and he just looks so fucking hot and hes making you feel so good and hes looking at you with those damn blue eyes.
fuck it you think, arms hooking around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss as he continues drilling into you, your tongues falling into rhythm and faintly tasting of alcohol. it feels like heaven when he moans into your mouth, brains fuzzy from how good it feels making out with each other, how right it feels while his dick is stuffing you full.
you whine as he pulls away, a string of spit connecting you, "not gonna— ngh fuuck.. last long if you keep kissin me like that" he chokes out - if that wasnt enough to make your pussy clench in desire, then the way his flushed face looked at you in the dim lighting definitely was.
ignoring his remark, you pull him back down to lick his bottom lip before capturing it in a deep kiss, his thrusts speeding up as your tongues swirl around in each others mouth, the burning knot of desire in your stomach growing tighter with each passing second.
"t-toru.. mmngh... 'm so close— fuck— right there!" you mewl out, toes curling in bliss as his eyes focus on your face contorting in ecstasy, your pussy spazzing around him as you climax all over his cock soon after - satorus orgasm following suit, "s-shit— squeezin me so—ah.. hard.. nghh fuck 'm gonna—".
his mouth falls agape as his eyes shut tightly in pleasure, groaning when he pulls out and strokes himself quickly, biting his lip as he shoots thick pearly ropes all over your stomach.
afterwards he flops down next to you, breathing heavily in exhaustion before slowly getting the towel to clean you up, complaining every step of the way.
he ends up sleeping in your bed, both still slightly drunk as you crawl closer to be in each others arms before passing, him drooling on your hair while you drool on his chest, you cant get mad at each other though, you did agree that the best sleeps happen after your more rough sessions.
good thing you have all break to prepare for when exam results come out, gojo satoru is notoriously competitive, and he'll make sure you and your body know that - whether your score is higher or lower than him.
When an unforgettable night turning into an unexpected pregnancy, you spiraled in panic when you found out who was the father of the child. The child was born with platinum white hair and bright blue eyes, the main traits of the Imperial family, Gojo.
:: Satoru Gojo x female!reader ::
genre & tags: 18+ mdni, hidden pregnancy, hidden child, royalty!au, medieval!au, slow burn, angst?, dramatic, magic and mana as equals of curses
notes: based on this imagine, but i decided to tweak it a bit after reading dozens of isekai webtoons. i was definitely inspired by chu's masterlist design (don't judge me i'm not good with designs).
status: on progress
word count: tba
taglist is open!
⊹₊♕₊⊹ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
⌜𝟘𝟙⌟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 (𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐒) ─ tba.
You, the daughter of The Grand Duke Kamo, planned to escape marriage arranged by your father by going to the war. You ended up meeting a lovely knight and had a passionate night together...
fic art for my lovey @gwonty 's sweet tooth because their gojo has been making me grip my sheets every night. 😛😛
i have a feeling that the wrong note still counts as the said-opportunity because its contents... are going to be satoru's 'fun' for the reader when they agree to the terms. 😈
people are missing out on this fic. i suggest everyone to read it, everything falls soooo smoothly you won't be disappointed. satoru's bloody fun~~
tw: graphic descriptions of violence, slight gore, yandere themes, gojo x reader, geto x reader, shoko x reader … pt. 2 ? (916 wc)
fratjo and the rest of jujutsu phi and alpha kaisen who you get sucked into god’s will with. it all happened so fast that it takes a minute for you to register that the only thing cushioning you from the cold, waxed wooden floors is satoru’s body. you immediately flush at the realization.
“daruma san ga… koronda!” you hear a red daruma yell in front of a classroom you don’t recognize. it’s nothing like the college lecture halls your university has. it’s more like your average high school classroom—like the one you spent most of your adolescent years with satoru in. the white-haired fella holds you tightly to keep you from moving as you’re preoccupied with your thoughts. “stay still, you know what happens, pretty,” he whispers.
he covers your ears as someone is shot square in the head. “what the hell…?” you shakily whisper. what the actual fuck is happening? “daruma san ga…” you turn to see all your friends—shoko, yuki, utahime, choso, suguru, ryomen, toji, and a handful of people you can’t quite recall the names of.
a dark-haired woman now lies on the ground, entirely lifeless, beautiful locks soaked in a pool of her own blood. how unfortunate.
“sat, is she awake?” shoko asks, her gaze attentively on the menacing glob of red that sits on the desk. in turn, satoru answers, “she is, no bleeding… just a little disoriented.”
shoko nods. “koronda!” its eyes glow an eerie shade of red as the players freeze. another civilian is shot, but satoru covers your eyes before you could even begin to conceptualize who it may be. “it’s not one of us, pretty girl, eyes on me,” he whispers, and you tremble in his hold. “why are you holding me down…?” you question your friend.
“daruma san ga…”
“I’ll explain later,” he says. “koro—” before the nightmare doll finishes, nanami taps its shell from behind. in an instant, the game stops and you’re all transported into a break room of some sort. however, not all of your friends are here.
from what you can tell, the survivor’s were split into teams of four. with you being stuck in an enclosed room with satoru, suguru, and shoko. it’s a small area, but it’s enough to live in if your necessities are met. though, the only unfortunate thing is the fact that there is a clear lack of an area to relieve and clean yourself.
suguru bangs on the heavy, metal door to no avail. he grunts, “we’re really stuck in.”
“no shit, sherlock,” shoko quips playfully, lighting a cigarette no one knows how she got. “put it out sho, I don’t think there’s ventilation here,” satoru says while still holding you close.
she only points up. “there is, dumbass.” she smiles.
“what the hell is happening…” you mumble—still unsure of what to think. shoko crouches down in front of you, but she doesn’t blow the smoke against your pretty face. “you hit your head when we landed in the classroom earlier. luckily, you fell on satoru, so your body was fine.”
“I’m fine too by the way!” satoru interjects.
“who?” shoko replies.
“me!”
“asked.” the brunette scoffs as the amethyst-eyed hunk snickers like a little kid behind the shorter girl.
satoru rolls his eyes as he hugs you tighter. “angel, look at that! they’re so mean to me,” he whines against the skin of your neck. they seem so cool about all this, aren’t they even a little scared of dying?
“aren’t you guys scared?” you ask.
“terrified,” shoko answers, letting out a sigh, the smile on her face, disappearing as fast as it came.
satoru shrugs, as cocky as ever. “nah, not me though, baby. I’ll save you from whatever shithole we’re in,” he announced while suguru only stays calm. he just waits and listens. you wonder wants going on in his head right now.
“sugu, what about you?” you quiz, and he comes closer. he holds the side of your face with one hand, almost engulfing you entirely. “we’ll do anything to protect you,” is all he tells you.
a few minutes later, on the speakers, you hear a serene tune, but you don’t associate it with peace. a voice—laced with authority and sweet condescension speaks, “good day, players!” they greet.
“I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re here and who we are.” they start—too cheery… too happy. “truth be told, we chose a random university and took athletes, fraternities, sororities, and scholars. you’re all just so fortunate enough to be here today!”
you involuntarily cling onto satoru, almost drawing blood from his skin as your grip tightens. “each day, you will be placed into three different mini games. additionally, you’ve been grouped into four—some games require the team to work together while other rounds, you must choose a representative. more rules will be explained as we continue. “earlier, in the game with daruma-san, two people were found dead. they have been revived with minimal scarring, ready to take on a brand new day of god’s will.”
“we will resume our games tomorrow at 6AM. failure to comply to the rules or refusal will result into your immediate removal. please take note that revivals are only permitted for those who die during the mini games. good luck, players.” and the line ends.
your heart is beating out of your chest. “fuck…” you murmur, hiding your face onto the crook of satoru’s neck. now, all you can do is watch the clock on the wall.
🗒️: alien stage meets god’s will meets squid games
