Wicked Games: Three
“I couldn’t utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I’m singing like a bid ‘bout it now
I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I’m singing like a bird ‘bout it now”
- Shrike, Hozier
You had packed two duffels worth of luggage, which now sat on the small bed of the empty dorm room. Satoru had spent the trip trying to convince you to come to his place instead, so when you finally got back on campus you promptly kicked him out, explaining you needed to unpack. Thankfully, your office already held many items from your home, making packing easy as you brought clothing and essentials.
You looked around the small room: the single dresser, the plain walls, and the desk and chair. Not much has changed in the way of interior design since you lived on campus during your teenage years. Memories were pushing their way to the surface of your mind, the good and bad.
Suguru sneaking into your dorm room at night to stay over and the intimate moments you shared. Sharing laughs with Shoko as she managed to embarrass Satoru. Studying with your friends. Your fights with Suguru. Training with them.
You let out a soft sigh, trying to clear your head. You knew temporarily living here would be painful, but it was a choice you made and you had to live with it. Your mind filtered to Nanami and his choice to leave the Jujutsu world altogether after graduation before returning, but not in the capacity of teaching. Maybe he had a point.
A sudden knock on your door stirred you from your thoughts and you turned, seeing your long-time friend Shoko standing in the entryway.
“So you really are staying on campus?” she noted, eyeing the bags past you.
On your way over you had texted Shoko, summarizing the events that had unfolded in your home. Unlike your friendship with Satoru, which could be in the best ways described as chaotic, Shoko was a rock - calming and grounding. Afterall, it had been you and Shoko who had survived your teenage years with young versions of Suguru and Satoru.
You looked down at your bags, exhaustion beginning to work its way into your bounds as the adrenaline of the day's events began to dissipate. You sat on the edge of the bed as Shoko entered the room and joined your side.
“Yeah, but only for a little while, until things are… settled.” Your voice trails off at the end, the gravity of the words sinking it as you say them.
She’s quiet for a moment before she stands, motioning towards the door. “Come on, you need to unwind.”
You eye Shoko skeptically, remembering the last time “you unwound” with your old friend. It had been four years prior, 2014. Seven years following the events of Surugu massacring an entire village. You had been dealing with the fourth anniversary of the day you had ended things officially with Suguru, after he found you a week later of the murders, affirmed the rumors of what he had done, and then pleaded for you to join him in his new world. The memory always replayed in your head, your happy memories with him warped and contaminated by the tragedy. She had showed up at your apartment, convinced you to go out for the night and unwind. You easily drank too much that night, made some poor decisions…
You felt flushed and carefree, the sadness and anxiety slipping away as you threw your head back with another shot, five already having been downed earlier. Shoko sat beside you, flirting with the bartender as she enjoyed her own beverage - something on the rocks. You eyed her enviously, the way the bartender - a good looking man - was essentially eating out of the palm of her hand. You hated how after seven years a part of you still felt like you were still Suguru’s, like he had a part of you. That if you started something else with someone new, that it would be wrong. You eyed your cell phone then, a thought transpiring in your mind.
“I’m gonna go,” you told her.
She briefly looked away from her new companion and eyed you carefully. “Y/n…”
“I’m fine, Shoko. This actually helped, but I have an early day tomorrow. I’m going to grab a cab.” You gave her a quick hug, then teased: “Have fun!”
You dashed out the bar and into the cool night, jumping into the first cab that pulled over, head dizzy and heart racing. When you pulled up to the apartment, you paid for the cab and quickly made your way upstairs, stopping at the familiar door. Two knocks. Two knocks was all it took, biting your lip to keep your nerves still, a dopey smile on your face.
“Y/n?” Satoru greeted. He was dressed casual, hair down and sunglasses on. Sweats hung low on his hips, a loose t-shirt on his frame. You could hear the television in the background playing softly. He perched against the door, his frame taking up the whole doorway and keeping you from peeking inside, as much as you tried to glance over his shoulder.
“Can I come in?” He nodded, making way for you to squeeze past him and into his large apartment.
Unlike your own home, which was modest and cozy, Satoru’s home was modern, sleek and expensive looking. He had all the latest appliances, the most luxurious furniture. Playing with the ends of your sweater, you twirled around the room. The last time you had been to Satoru’s place it had been his family home or his dorm room. The apartment was new.
Satoru had shut the door, making his way into the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of water. “Like what you see?” he smirked.
You walked around the open space, eyeing the living room which was adorned with an expansive modern fireplace, television mounted above and surrounded by plush and expensive looking furniture. Large windows overlooked the space, showing the night sky and city in the distance. You couldn’t help but notice the lack of photos in the space as you finally turned to him, watching him take a sip of his drink.
“It’s… wow.”
He let out a soft laugh as he approached you, sliding his glasses up on his head. “So what’s up?” As all of the many times before, he was in your space. Always standing too close. He smelled good - like sandalwood paired and something earthier, muskier. His eyes were focused on you, making you flush only further at the ridiculous thoughts that quickly raced through your mind.
“Just felt like visiting,” you mused. “I know I’ve been meaning to see your new place.”
Another laugh. “I’ve had this place for like two years.”
You shifted under his gaze, letting out your own laugh. “Well I’m here now.” You eyed the space, noticing the absence of Satoru’s young wards. “Where is Megumi and his sister?”
Satoru moved past you and into the living room, your feet moving on their accord as they followed behind him. He settled into the sofa and you sat beside him, curling your legs under your skirt.
“They're at school. Boarding school for now.”
You're momentarily taken aback, a rush of soberness hitting you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Satoru shrugged. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
You scoffed. “Satoru!”
Since Satoru had taken in the two children you had spent a great deal caring for them. While it was selfish, you knew a part of the reason you had grown so close was because it had initially helped in taking your mind off Suguru. However, over time you felt a pull to be active in their lives, knowing how chaotic it was.
“Look, if it’s such a big deal you can go visit them,” Satoru promised.
A pleased smile spread across your lips. “Thank you.”
Satoru simply nodded, setting his glass down on the counter as he stretched his arms out behind him and his legs out in front him.
You each fell into a comfortable silence then, watching the television as some late night baking show played on the screen. Satoru and his little quirks. His love for all things sweets-related and reality television. You wordlessly curled into his side then, snuggling into his arm as you leaned your head against your shoulder. It wasn’t your first time cuddling with the man, and yet your heart was racing.
“Satoru?” you suddenly said, voice soft.
He let out a hmm, eyes focused on the screen. When you didn’t immediately respond he peered down at you from where you had pulled away slightly, looking up at him all vulnerable and sweet. You slowly sat forward, tilting your head upwards until your lips lightly grazed his. A quick, hesitant peck. Testing the waters. You pulled away only slightly, breathing in each other. He tasted of mint and he noticed the slight trace of alcohol on your breath.
When he didn’t pull away you leaned forward again, a hand slipping into his hair as you placed a deeper kiss on his lips. He hesitated for a moment, kissing back towards the end before you pulled away again. He was watching you closely, trying to understand the reasoning, understand you. You shifted slightly, pulling closer into his frame.
“Just one night,” you murmured. “Please.”
He was quiet for a moment, watching you until he nodded. You maneuvered yourself into his lap, straddling him as his hands fell on your hips and you felt the bulge growing in his pants when you unintentionally grinded against him.
You leaned forward again, kissing him slowly and softly, hands coming up to cradle his face. Gradually the kiss deepened, picking up passion and speed as his fingers dug into your sides and you began to press yourself against his chest, your hips beginning to rotate in his lap as he guided you. You pulled away from his lips, trailing kisses across his jaw and neck, as you softly moaned. You heard his own groans as he began to guide you quicker on his lap.
“B-bedroom,” you gasped, before leaving a love bite on his neck to bury a moan. “”Toru… pu-please.”
He brought your lips back to his own, his hands traveling up under your sweater where you felt your skin light up from his touch. He brought his hands back down, grabbing the hem of the garment before pulling it up, your lips detaching as you quickly discarded it, tossing it on the floor. His hands slid down your waist and onto your bum, suddenly lifting you effortlessly as a squeal left your lips that was quickly replaced with another kiss. In quick steps you suddenly entered his room and tossed onto the large mattress. You look up at him, eyes glazed over with lust.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, trying to ignore the very distinct feeling below his waist that was telling him to fully send it.
You quickly nodded, shimmying out of your skirt and leaving you only your underwear. You watched him take off his own shirt and toss his sunglasses onto the end table, moving towards you achingly slow. When he finally approached the bed you felt his hand wrap around your ankle, stroking up and down your calf muscle in a soothing way before slowly ascending further and further up until he was massaging your upper thigh with his large hand. You let out a mewl, hips jerking up as you watched him.
“Beg for me,” he smirked, eyes trained on your face.
Your blush deepened. Of course Satoru would tease you, but you answered regardless.
“Please fuck me. Please, ‘Toru.”
He watched you for a minute longer, your nearly naked form presented before him as you tried to maneuver his hand lower. His smirk only grew before he moved on top of you, face meeting yours as you kissed again, feeling his hand trace the ridges of your panties before finally lightly trailing his fingers over your folds of the material. You tried to chase his hand, to grind into it as you moaned against his mouth, Satoru himself aching.
“You're so wet,” he teased, pulling away to watch you squirm beneath him.
“Sat-URO-OH,” you began to complain just as his hand slipped beneath your panties and brushed against your clit.
He buried his lips into your neck, leaving love bites and marks along the exposed skin of your chest and shoulders. You humped into his hand, your moans filling the room as he rubbed your clit with his thumb and then slipped one, then two fingers into you, pumping as you chased your high.
“‘Toru,” you moaned, feeling the tightening in your stomach from what you knew would be your orgasm, legs twitching as you tried to close them, however Satoru’s frame kept you spread open and wide for him. He picked up his speed, curling his fingers as he pistoned against your g-spot and you squeezed your eyes shut, mouth hanging open as a silent scream fell from your lips. You felt butterfly kisses along your jaw and face then as murmurs of praises graced your ears before Satoru’s lips were on yours’ again.
“You’re so messy,” he cooed, fingers slowly pulling out of you as you whined from the lack of feeling of fullness despite the sensitivity of your body. “My baby did so well.”
You watched him bring his fingers to his lips, sucking on them lewdly. “Taste so good.”
You blushed, rolling your eyes at him. “You’re disgusting.”
He simply leaned forward, brushing his lips against your own as you tasted yourself on his lips as his hands moved to pull down his sweats and you followed suit with your own bra and panties until finally you were both completely naked, Satoru’s body flushed against your own.
“Your thighs are trembling,” Satoru noted with a satisfied smile as he gripped your thigh with his hand and hiked it up alongside his waist.
You felt his dick brush against you and ground against him, seeking more.
“Stop teasing,” you pouted, brushing your lips against his own before biting and tugging his bottom lip.
You felt him smile and moan against your mouth and you took the moment to roll him onto his back, straddling him once more as you aligned him to your center before you began to slowly sink down. Satoru’s head fell back, a loud fuck falling from his lips and ringing in your ears and you finally bottomed out. Slowly you began to move your hips, his eyes on you again and hands squeezing your sides as he rutted up into you. Gradually your pace increased, Satoru sitting up and circling his arms around your waist to meet your pace with his own. He buried his face in your neck, murmuring sweet words and praises intermingled with degrading terms that left you hot to the touch as your body reacted, the knot in your stomach building.
You feel him whisper other words against you before capturing you in a kiss, too lost in your own building orgasm to hear what he’s saying. His hips snap up just right as you pull away for a breath, your sweaty foreheads pressed together as you whine above him, the knot inside you snapping as you feel your body tremble from your orgasm, stars hitting your vision as you bury your face into his neck where you moan loudly. Satoru’s own pace begins to falter as he quickly maneuvers you onto your back, pulling out just in time as he releases onto your thigh and stomach.
You lay beside one another breathing heavily, until your eyes begin to drift shut, body twitching as you feel Satoru cleaning up your body from the mess made between you. When he was done he climbed back into bed, pulling you to his chest where you felt yourself finally fall asleep.
When you awoke the next morning your head was aching, mouth dry. Your limbs were tangled in unfamiliar silk sheets and were sore. You sat up, the bed empty beside you as you recalled the previous evening's events.
“Fuck, fuck fuck,” you whispered in a panic, looking around the room for your underwear and skirt. Your eyes landed on a photo sitting on his dresser, a photo of you, Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko as teens. You tried to ignore the guilt rising in your chest - you and Suguru were over. You slipped out of bed, knees wobbly as you quickly slipped into the clothing that had been discarded in his room. His alarm clock read 11 a.m. You were late for work. “Fuck,” you muttered again as you clasped your bra on.
Just then Satoru stepped out of his adjoining bathroom, a billow of steam following him with a towel hanging loosely on his muscular frame.
“Morning,” he grinned at you.
You flushed from his toothy smile and cocky attitude, remembering the night's events, what was hiding beneath the towel, how you felt last night.
“I’m late for work Satoru. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
He shrugged, following you into his living room. “You teach upperclassmen. Most of the time they're away.”
You slipped on your sweater and whirled around, nearly colliding into Satoru’s strong chest.
“Last night was fun,” he teased.
“It was only a one time thing,” you warned, holding your finger up at him.
He simply smirked as he looked down at you and you wondered what was going on behind his head. You knew Satoru had slept with people before - he wasn’t a saint, but you had never considered that maybe he would want to sleep with you. Or was he pitying you last night? God you hoped not.
“Of course,” he answered. You eyed him for a minute longer, trying to understand his thought process but finally gave up after you realized you needed to head home, shower, and change.
You grab your cell phone and bag that sat on the entrance table near his front door, noticing the five messages and one call from Shoko. Fuck.
You looked at Satoru again who had followed you to the door, the sun of the outdoors rippling off his sculpted body. You gulped, eyes meeting his own again when you caught yourself staring. You never did one-night stands - let alone with a friend. What exactly was the protocol? You thought about last night, the words he was saying to you and the words you couldn’t quite make out. You weren’t expecting for the sex to be so good, for the intimacy he brought to it both during and after.
“Satoru last night -” you pause, voice soft as you struggle between honesty and hiding behind the wall you had built for yourself after Suguru. The latter winning. “Can we keep this between us?”
He smiles, but you fail to miss how it doesn’t reach his eyes as he nods. “I’ll see you later?”
You hesitate but nod, remembering you’ll run into him at school where he’ll likely spend most of his day bothering you rather than teaching. “Um, yeah. See ya then.”
And then you were gone.
You blinked, surprised at how the memory came back to you so quickly. You looked up at Shoko, realizing she was saying your name.
“Y/n. Relax - I promise it won’t be like last time.”
You pause, but finally relented as you followed her out of your room.
***
You watched Shoko take a log drag from her cigarette before offering it to you. You took it from her extended hand, taking a drag and letting out a cough. It had been awhile since you smoked - back when you were still a student.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.
You both were laying on separate medical bed trolleys pulled next to one another, staring up at the ceiling. You were quiet for a moment, another drag from the cigarette, a light warmth filling you.
“He looked different, but the same,” you said softly. “Like he’s stuck in time.” You glanced over to Shoko, eyes sad.
She hummed in response, eyes glancing to your’s.
“Do you still love him?”
Your silence is deafening in the room. “I don’t know. I mean, there was no one else before him. He’ll always…” Your voice trailed off then, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I think a part of me pities him.”
“I think he pities us,” Shoko muses to herself.
You look over to her again, watching her sit up as she shrugs. “We’re here - we have different beliefs, a different philosophy he finds wrong. I mean you remember those years after he left… he was relentless in trying to get us to join him. Because we were important to him at some point in his life.”
“Maybe we still are…” you murmur to yourself.
Suddenly the door to the room opened with Satoru marching in.
“Smoking on campus?” he smirks, eyeing the cigarette in your hand.
“Gojo,” Shoko greeted as he joined your side, tucking your legs over his lap. “Heard we have a new student.”
You offer the cigarette in Satoru’s direction, watching as he takes it and takes a drag. Unlike yourself, he’s perfect in his action - no coughing. You watch his cheeks hollow before a billow of smoke falls from his lips. He hands the cigarette to Shoko, who finishes it.
“Yuji Itadori, Sukuna’s vessel,” he agreed. You feel Satoru squeeze your ankle reassuringly as you recall Suguru’s words. Rumor has it Satoru’s found a vessel for Sukuna.
“I’d like to meet him,” Shoko muses. “Sukuna is powerful, what makes Yuji special…”
You sit up, legs swinging off Satoru’s lap to hang over the edge just as Satoru turns to you. “That reminds me, you're joining me tomorrow. New student.”
“Satoru I have my own students to look after.”
You watch him brush off your comment. “You students are all away on missions.”
“I still need to check-in on them.” Then: “I'll join afterwards.”
You give a defiant look and he relents. “Fine.”
Shoko scoffs, a smirk on her lips. “Only you can put Gojo in his place.”
You watch her hop down, flushing from her comment as you remember your earlier memory. You watched the dark storm outside, your thoughts drifting to Suguru as you wondered if he was out there somewhere. You cleared your throat, also jumping down.
“It’s late, I should try to get some sleep.”
“I’ll walk you back,” Satoru offered.
You agreed and said goodbye to Shoko, Satoru following beside you with his hands in his pockets. Both of you were quiet, a comfortable silence that wasn’t always familiar when in the presence of Satoru. When you reached your door you turned to say goodbye to him, only to watch him stop in front of the room across the hall from you.
“What are you doing?”
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m staying here for a bit.”
Your mouth fell open as you watched Satoru smirk at you proudly before opening his own door. “See you tomorrow, Y/n.”
And then he was gone.