First Perspective Reader x Gojo Satoru; Reader x Ryomen Sukuna
Heavenly Curse [playlist]
I Only Have Eyes For You - The Flamingos (a/n: car scene)
Kiss It Better - Rihanna (a/n: kitchen counter scene)
An agitated sigh leaves my body as soon as we step out of the office.
“You killed this, baby. Everything that was thrown at you, you took like a champ.”, Satoru cheerfully expresses, almost toppling me over when he rushes into a hug. That man can’t leave his hands off me ever since he was allowed to touch me in a way that goes beyond platonism. Mildly annoyed and yet appreciative of his encouragement, I reciprocate it.
”You think so? I tried my best to not fully break down in there and earlier. It was all thanks to you, I hate to admit.”
”Hate to admit? Just say that I’m the best supportive partner you could have and that I saved you from a lifetime supply of embarrassment.”, he taunts me as our hug dissolves.
”Don’t say that too soon. I still need to find the mole or I’ll get killed and my legacy will be tarnished. ‘The teacher who betrayed Jujutsu society’ is not something I want to wrongly be remembered by.”
“Tch. You act like I’d allow that. There’d be ‘Greatest woman in the world and Satoru Gojo’s biggest achievement’ imprinted there instead.”, he jokes with hands stretching in the air like he’s visualising his embarrassing artwork. A quick pinch into his biceps makes him yelp with regret at the playful act.
“Wow, so you’d let me die? Good job, lover.”
”Nah, never. I’ll personally help you with the mission. And with my help, it’s impossible to fail.”
”Boasting again? And I thought this day was about me. You know, with the reveal about my origin and the imminent death threat by the elders.”, I mocked the whirlwind of a day that is today. Only awake for a few hours and everyone is already on my back. Rest is truly never an option for a sorcerer.
“Oh, baby, everything really is about you, don’t worry. At least in my head it is. The way you’re running around there all the time, I’m surprised you aren’t passing out again. We’ll solve everything, okay? Don’t get your pretty mind all fucked up by this day. That’s my job.”, blatantly teasing me again, I only laugh at his weirdly successful attempt at cheering me up. My Satoru, my personal jester.
My heart lightens up with endearment as he’s increasingly winning my affection, even if the trophy is already and securely in his hands. Instead of butterflies that spent years tumbling in my stomach, I feel a deep sense of security and affection. It’s not a rollercoaster right before it dives down but more like floating in the ocean during a hot summer day. Everything is toned down and you only feel the relieving water wrapped around you and the bright sky guarding the sun look down at you. Utter bliss and happiness.
That’s Satoru for me. Still wild and untamed like the waves crashing against the shore but also the beginning and end of life - my life. His presence gives me the same clarity that’s reflected in his eyes with a sense of belonging.
“C’mon now. Let’s get our kids and eat ice cream. I just know that this combo will make my worries go away.”, I smile at him while grabbing his hand with casualty like we’ve been married for years. Instantly, he interlocks his fingers with mine, swaying our arms in childish satisfaction as he leads me to the students’ dorms.
”You’re only saying that because they’ll make us worry about something else. Those kids, man. I am getting grey hairs just thinking about their future.”, he dynamically ruffles his hair with the other hand to highlight his frustration.
”You mean grey hairs in your already white hair? That’d be a funny look.”, I giggle at the imagination of him with more salt than pepper hair. He’d have wrinkles, smile lines, and his hair would still be as messy as it is today. Maybe he’ll even get funny looking glasses to emphasise his craziness that he’d probably justify with his age, albeit he has been crazy for years. One thing that’d stay the same amidst the aging and maturing would be his eyes though. Beautiful and crystal like infinity itself has capsulated itself in them. Perhaps, they’d be marked with wisdom and experience and not giddiness and childishness at that point but I doubt that. Not that I mind. I’ll have my own crazy hair and the veil would be gone because if you’re old, nobody cares how you look. I’d be nagging at him without end and this idiot would take it with a pout but afterwards we’d laugh at our ridiculousness - loving each other and acting like we always do.
Two old people who can’t leave their fun-loving and passionate habits in the past. It’s a future at which I can only smile with optimism and anticipatory excitement.
”What’re ya thinking about?”, he pulls me closer and slings his arm over my shoulder like they do in movies. Cool guy, shy girl. Just that I’m not shy.
”Only thinking about what a hot silver fox you’d be.”, I explained. He raises his brow in a jaunty manner like he’s intrigued by my fantasy.
”Damn, girl. I think you’re right. Lemme get stressed out more then you’ll have your silver fox.”, he awes at the imagination of an older, stronger, and hotter him. I scoff at him but can’t hide the joy that flutters in me when I imagine our future.
Finally, we reach the students dorm and before I can walk up to one of their rooms, Satoru puts his hands around his mouth, acting like a megaphone himself.
”GUYS. WE’RE INVITING YOU TO ICE CREAM. COME OUT NOW OR YOU’LL MISS IT.” I hold my ears as he shouts through the hallway. He’s eager to make me forget about this horrifying day, trying his best to cheer me up and to distract me with his aloofness. Surprisingly, it’s working.
”There was surely a more efficient and quieter way to do that, no?”, I complain with a frowny expression, chastising him for this unnecessarily loud announcement when we could’ve gone from door to door or better yet text them.
”Ups. Thought we were in a rush.”, he puppyishly shrugs his shoulders in an apologetic manner. Both of us hear rumbling and steps from multiple doors until they all open in unison.
”Why the hell are you yelling?” “Ice cream? Yum.” “What’s the occasion?” “I hope you’re paying.” “We aren’t little kids who need to be rewarded with ice cream.” “I know this place which sells great flavors.” “Salmon.”
A torrential force of voices throwing questions and comments at us. Yet, they all suddenly stop when they see me like they got caught and are spooked by a ghost.
”Tsukiko-sensei?!”, I hear Nobara and Yuji yell in disbelief.
”Yes, it’s me.”, I say as I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear due to the uncomfortable silence. All their attention is suddenly darted towards me and instead of usual respect, it’s incredulity.
”Where have you been?”, Megumi sceptically inquires, crossing his arms in a demanding way. He has that look on his face again like when he was a kid and refused to believe that Satoru is coming home again. He thought that Satoru abandoned him whenever missions took too long.
”I was just kinda sick the past few days. I am sorry for missing the event.”, my shoulders droop down at the lie. Technically, it isn’t really a lie but saying ‘Oh, I was comatose for a week’ just seems uncalled for.
”So Gojo-sensei lied about your wellbeing? He said you’re fine and that you couldn’t come. Was really unclear about it.”, his eyes narrow with suspicion and distrust at Satoru’s words.
“To his defense, he didn’t know what was going on with me either. I was tucked away in my bed and slept a lot.”
“Good save.”, Satoru whispers only for me to hear.
”Alright.”, Megumi replies, not fully trusting our ill-matched alibi.
”Doesn’t matter. At least she’s back now.”, Maki adds. She’s not my favourite student without a reason, even if that’s immoral as a teacher. We’ve grown so close, especially since I can train her the best with my cursed technique and her heavenly restriction combined. Also, Inumaki can’t even talk with me, and the first years besides Megumi are too new for me to have built a solid relationship with.
Although Maki’s my favorite student, Megumi is my favourite kid. I basically co-parented him with Satoru. I feel maternal towards all my students but Megumi just has my soft spot. He should be careful though because Yuji and Nobara are eagerly fighting for it.
”Ugh, I missed you so much. These guys are such a bore. I need a true woman to talk to. Sorry, Gojo-sensei.”, Nobara sniffled, half playfully, half genuinely.
”Haha. I’m back now, don’t worry.”, I laugh at her demeanor. “I’d never leave you guys alone.”
”If you think about it, it’s so freaking cool that we have two great teachers instead of just one.”, Yuji comments, making me tilt my head at the compliment.
”Yeah, my students are just soooo luckyyyy.”; Satoru chimes in while smiling at this happy reunion.
“Where are we going?”, Panda asks as his weakness for sweets takes the upper hand. I laugh at him because I know he got that from uncle Masamichi.
”There are many good ones in Shibuya. We can explore the district a bit and then spontaneously decide, if that’s alright.”, I offer. I don’t care where we eat and how long it’d take, I just want my students to be happy and to make up for my absence.
”Great idea. Kinda like a mini class trip.”, Satoru kindly measures in.
”Oh my god. A class trip to Shibuya with our teachers paying? That’s the dream!”, Nobara and Yuji jump in excitement whilst everyone regards them with puzzled amusement. I don’t even try to refute their joy, willing to pay for the most ridiculous ice cream flavors and amount of scoops to keep their enthusiasm up.
”Thank you, teachers!”, they rush towards me and Satoru, ready to jump us with a hug.
”Wow. You guys are getting spoiled. We didn’t get anything for winning last year.”, Maki rolls her eyes at their excitement but I can see a hint of a smile on her face by seeing her underclass men so happy. Truly, a tough shell with a big heart. Just like me.
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“Oh wow, better than expected.”
My students are clearly abusing my invitation because I can see the weird mixes of ice cream flavors and the mountains of scoops they ordered. I don’t care though. Their satisfied and joyous expressions, for which I’d buy the Tokyo Tower if I had to, are making my heart swell with adoration. Each one has picked a unique combination of flavors that fits perfectly with their personality at which I chuckle. They’re unapologetically themselves, enjoying their young life and identity to the fullest, whilst I struggle to draw a line between my own upbringing and the stringing of the elders.
”I’m glad you guys are enjoying it. You probably needed this after we got stuck with the stores for two hours straight.”, I reckoned observantly as they chatter on with their purchases.
Nobara, Yuji, Panda and Inumaki got too caught up in the summer clearance sale, rejoicing at the reduced prices. Meanwhile, the teachers and the Zen’ins were eagerly waiting for them outside the bustling streets of Shibuya.
“Here.”, Satoru approaches me with two ice cream cones in hand. One comically stacked high with colorful scoops of ice cream that look like they’d instantly give you caries, and the other which contains two scoops of my favourite flavors. The sweet fragrance of the dessert wafts into my nose and I grab my cone out of Satoru’s hand, dying to melt my stress with the sugary release.
”Mhmm. So good. I really needed this today.”, I sigh with satisfaction and pure bliss at the creamy coldness dissolving in my mouth and dissolving the headaches of today.
”Just how you like it.”, Satoru laughs at my mollified face while taking a lick of his tower of absurdities. Unfortunately, I had to take off my veil to fully indulge in this joy, allowing Satoru a full look on my satisfied expression. I simply smile at his thoughtfulness and stare at his hand, holding the scoops threatening to topple over.
As I watch him skillfully taste the ice cream with his tongue, my breath falters for a bit. It’s weirdly erotic - the way his tongue glides over the creamy smoothness, gathering it into his slightly parted mouth, and the way his Adam's apple trembles at his gulps. Why do I feel so hot right now? It’s early autumn. My body is shooting up to a 100 degrees Celsius as I stare at his licking tongue, kind of wishing for it to be me. My face couldn’t be redder at my derisory attraction to this man.
He drove us to Shibuya, even though it’s full and hard to park, especially in the mini van of our school, paid for most of the kids’ splurges, and is now treating them to ice cream, although it was supposed to be my apology for them. He is so damn manly right now. Even if that sounds cringe, seeing him all parental and mature, taking care of the kids, is suddenly so damn attractive. I seldom see this grown and caring version of him since he’s always teasing and playing around like in Highschool days. However, right now I can perfectly picture him as a father and husband. Patient with and grateful for the kids we could have. Taking care of them and loving them like I always dreamed of my parents to be like.
”Don’t stare at me like that or else, I’ll have to end this trip real quick.”, he murmurs under his breath, focused on my longing eyes fixated on his treacherous mouth. My ears run pink at his comment and I turn away from him to keep myself at bay.
Only a week passed but apparently my body is lusting for him again. Not that my mind isn’t as well. He looks so damn good in his casual outfit, I could mop the floor with imaginary saliva. Just the way his black shirt is a bit tight around his pecks and shoulders, I could rip it off. Not to mention his perfectly fitted jeans and black blindfold that tie his confident demeanor together and are contrasting his soft, white locks. But I don’t tell him that because that’d just push him off the edge.
”I was just looking at your ridiculous mountain of scoops. What is that even? Greedy much?”, I deflect my embarrassing behavior. He chuckles at my blatant lie and to my dismay plays into it.
”Yeah? Wanna try? I just like sweet things and the way they melt in my mouth.”, he subtly teases me like he’s pointing out my whimpering captivation by his tongue a few nights ago.
”No, thank you. I prefer my ice cream normal and with no danger of a heart attack.”
”Mhm. I hope you stay true to this statement.”, he whispers like our students aren’t right next to us. Luckily, they’re too wrapped up in their own conversation, totally ignoring their flirting teachers.
“What are you guys talking about?”, Megumi cuts in. With suspicion, he looks at my warmed up expression and Satoru’s grinning. Putting two and two together, he scoffs at Satoru’s ludicrous behavior.
”Stop flirting with Misaki-san, man. It was weird in the past and still is. You guys are my teachers now and should behave accordingly.”
“What? C’mon we were just playing around to tease you Megumi-kun. Mom and dad are just talking about how boring your choice of ice cream is.”
A vein pops out of Megumi’s forehead at which I try to contain my giggle. He is thoroughly annoyed and ticked off by Satoru’s teasing.
”You aren’t my dad and she’s not my mom. Maybe it was funny years ago when she was my babysitter but now it’s just immature and dumb. You guys better stop this act right now or else.”, he fumes at us. Both of us just break out in laughter at his angry face because it’s the same one from eight years ago. I ruffle his hair to extinguish the qualms emitting from his annoyance but that only irritates him more so he turns to join the others.
”We’re truly so annoying. He’ll put us into a horrible nursing home as a payback when we’re old.”, I gasp from the stomach hurting laughter tensing my muscles.
”God, no. Before that happens I’ll kill myself.”, he snorts, holding his chest from glee at Megumi’s anger.
Satoru and I look at the group of young students and our laughter ebbs down a bit at the sight. Each one of them has an extraordinary gift, and yet they are talking, fighting, and living like normal people right now. My heart clenches at their carefree expressions as they exchange banter.
”We did a great job.”, he placidly notes, holding up his palm.
”Hell yeah we did.” I high five him but suddenly he holds my hand and turns it around so swiftly that we are holding hands. He grins at me with boyish joy, successfully trapping me into a hand-in-hand walk. His slender fingers intertwine with mine as if they’ve been companions since the beginning of time, perfectly fitting into the curve and stoops. The kids stroll further along as their conversation progresses and at just the right moment, when all of their backs are turned to us, I pull Satoru in and peck his cheek. Surprised, he gawks at my display of affection and I can feel the happiness swirl in his irises and into his smile.
As if the students totally forgot about us, they head into the next stores until we finally reach the car. Once, Megumi turns around to check on us and baffles at his teachers - his babysitter and adoptive father, his play mom and play dad - holding hands and chit-chatting about unimportant things like it’s the most common pairing on earth that only he missed. At the corner of my eye, I saw him looking at us and a glint of a content smile hushing over his face.
After we return to Jujutsu High and release the students into their dorms, Satoru and I dwell in the car. Neither of us moves after the students heartily said their thanks and goodbyes. Like empty-nesters stuck in a car, both of us sit and watch as the kids enter the school. There’s no awkward silence, just the heavy blanket of exhaustion from today as I sink even more into the seat. A week of rest and the stress is already draining me out again. Their absence reels me into the reality and gravity of my situation at which I sigh in resignation.
I don’t know why we’re still sitting in the vehicle but I don’t want our day to end yet, as exhausting and confusing it might’ve been. I’ve grown accustomed to his presence near me ever since that night, sensing every shift of his muscles, every dart of his eyes.
”What’re you planning for the rest of the day?”, he breaks the delicate silence while facing me with his whole body like he’s afraid of leaving me alone.
”Don’t know yet. I really need to recover from today so I guess I’m heading home. With the kids gone, the things of today are slowly sinking in. I want to at least be in my bed before I lose my mind again.”, a dry chuckle exits my mouth but there’s no joy, just the weariness of my mind. I turn away from him and reach for the door handle but still at his offer.
”I can drive you home if you’re not planning on sleeping in the dorms tonight.” My eyes widen with surprise at his chivalry.
”Really? If it’s no bother to you then I’ll gladly take up the offer.”
”Love, you could never bother me.”, he unbuckles his seatbelt and exits the car. Confused, I follow him as he goes around the front and opens my door with a sly grin.
”You really think I’d drive you in this hideous automobile? I have my own car. This van was just more convenient because of the kids.” Perplexed at his statement, I open the seatbelt and grab the hand he’s kindly offering to support me as I step out the car. Such a gentleman.
“I was already shocked when you said you would drive. I didn’t know you had your license yet because Ijichi keeps driving you around. And now you’re saying you have a whole ass car? What a day, truly.”, I tell him while he leads me to his supposed car. We stop at a white BMW and I laugh. This is such a fuckboy car.
”What’s so funny? Hella rude for someone that got a free ride.”, he queried as if I insulted him.
“Nope, not complaining. Just- pft - the white car and the blue stitched seats? You’re kinda obsessed with yourself, are you not? I mean, hey, hashtag self-love or whatever.”, I say as laughter cramps my belly at his weirdily flamboyant car.
”Ugh. It was a coincidence, okay?”, he pouts but I know exactly that he customised his car to the tee, making his offended attitude even funnier. I lift my veil away from my face to show off my incredulous laughter. No way he thinks I’ll believe him.
”Fine. I customised it. Whatever, I can afford it so why not.”, he grimaces at his confession with crossed arms which just spurs my laughter more. He gives me one minute of laughing before he opens the car door for me and hurries me in like an annoyed dad.
Finally, I manage to get a hold of myself and plop down onto the comfy seat. It’s much more comfortable than the seats of the school’s mini van. His car is clean and tidy, like it has been rarely used. There are no accessories, air fresheners or personalised letterings in his car. Kinda bland if I think about it. Only the blue interior and white polish are striking. He opens up a compartment and takes off his blindfold, replacing it with his sunglasses instead, looking like a cool guy in the eighties.
”So…your address?”, he asks and turns on the engine. I tell him the street name and number and he puts it into his navi.
“Song wishes?”, he continues after the voice announces the quickest route through the rumbling of his car.
“Oh, I can just connect to your car. Just focus on driving, I’ll be the DJ.”, I respond, pulling out my phone and clicking on my favorite playlist.
”Alright, pretty.”, effortlessly he pulls out of the parking lot and follows the navigation. The streets of Tokyo are semi-busy but the sun is a more annoying factor as it constantly shines into our face while slowly setting in the west, directly where we’re heading. Both of us bothered by the sunrays beaming into our eyes, we open the sun visors. While mine is normal and clean, I can see a tiny, worn out picture in the clasp of the integrated mirror.
”What’s that?”, I ask with curiosity.
”What? Ah, right. Ehm, nothing.”, he quickly says, already grasping for it but I am faster. In my hand, I look at this tattered piece of photography.
”Oh.”, I softly utter. It’s a printed picture of Megumi and me when I first started babysitting him. Satoru had asked if everything’s alright so I took a picture of me and Megumi all dusted in flour because I decided to entertain him by making cookies. Megumi has his cute, frowny expression on and his hair spikes and little face are full with flour while I only have some on my cheeks, cheesing into the camera to reassure Satoru. It’s a quite adorable capture of my babysitting nights with Megumi at which I smile with melancholy. I looked really happy and energetic. Now I’m just tired and exhausted. I mourn the person I used to be, someone who was brazenly herself.
”It’s a cute picture.”, I gently put it back into the visor, ignoring his slightly red and embarrassed face.
”Yes, that’s why it’s here.”, he admits, folding under no pressure. “I like how happy you guys look. I mean, Megumi’s looking sour but I know he had a good time. He refused to share your cookies.”, he laughs.
”You have a weird habit of having candid pictures of me, Satoru.”, I raise my brows at him with a serious yet teasing expression like a cop reprimanding unruly teens.
“Everyone has their own reason to come home.”, he confides so matter-of-factly as if I’ve been his sole solace after hard missions. My heart jumps a bit at the disclosure with adoration shaking against my rib cage. A sultry voice muses to the piano and jazz music in the background as blood rushes to my head. The only response I can get out is a shy but genuine smile at his words.
♪ My love must be a kind of blind love. I can’t see anyone but you.~ ♪
His car brakes as he lines up behind the car of my neighbors. I barely even notice how fast we arrived because my eyes have been glued to his body and lax driving the past few minutes. Moreover, on his hunky arms and how they were gripping the steering wheel, and the round shoulders that were moving with each turn and go. Satoru turns off the car and waits. I don’t know what he’s waiting for, just that he’s expectantly gazing at me.
”We’re here.”, he plainly states the obvious while looking at me but I can feel his reluctance to let me go. I can’t fault him though, I want to stretch out my time with him too. The music ironically underlines the tension in the air as we both wait for the other to make a move, to end the lovely day we’ve spent together - either hand in hand or next to each other, in immediate proximity.
♪I only have eyes for you, dear. The moon may be high, but I can’t see a thing in the sky. I only have eyes for you. ~ ♪
My skin tingles with anticipation as I feel the yearning seep out of his body.
”Yeah. I guess, I should leave you alone now.”, I hesitate to turn my face away from his. Shamelessly, staring into me he just chuckles at my comment.
”You know, I don’t have any plans for today either.”, he drops a hint but I am suddenly too enraptured by the longing for him that’s capturing my mind.
The sun is fully setting down now, drenching the sky in a beautiful hue of orange and red. He’s dipped in golden light, embodying the warmth and desire he’s pulling me in with.
♪ You are here and so am I. Maybe millions of people go by but they all disappear from view. ~ ♪
As if we’re both unwilling to let go of each other, we let the melody carry the silent attraction between us. I can’t take the heat of his eyes and finally turn away to leave.
♪ And I only have eyes for you. ~ ♪
Suddenly, he grabs me by my neck and pulls me in. Before I process his movement, I can already feel his lips planted on mine. Soft and tender. Taking their time to caress my mouth with adoration. It’s not lust, it’s yearning that I taste. Our mouths reunite with glee, consoling each other for the days apart. He’s not urgent, he’s patient. Furthermore, he’s taking his sweet time to make up for the time I wasn’t with him.
My hand instinctively reaches for his face, gently stroking it and familiarising itself again with the structures of his bones and the softness of his skin. Molten honey makes my gut sticky at his affectionate kiss and giddyness overcomes me like an excited kid experiencing first love.
He stops the intimate kiss and cups my cheek with his hand. I nestle against it like a purring cat, delighted at his touch.
”So you’re really not gonna invite me over?”, he playfully jokes but I hear the sincere concern inside his jest.
”Hmm. Let me think.”, I mimic pondering with a finger tapping against the side of my face.
”C’mon. You gotta repay me for all the driving and, well, paying.”
”Isn’t this kiss a payment?”, I counter with a giggle.
”I take what I can get but I don’t think this-“, he lightly pecks my lips, “is enough for all the driving, buying, and more importantly, missing I’ve had to endure these past few days.”
”I’ve missed you a lot, love. When you were asleep, when we were taking all this bullshit from the elders, and when we were walking next to each other and I had to act like I didn’t want to shower you with affection regardless of being right in front of our students.”
As my heart caves in on this lovely specimen of a man, I revel in his need for my attention and touch. Not that I’m not as needy as he is right now. The absence of our shared tenderness for each other is making me go mad. Genuinely, I think I am hooked on Satoru Gojo and the way I can see his infatuation cursing every thought and action.
”Fine.”, I feign unwillingness but internally I’m screaming with joy at the thought of Satoru spending more time with me. Delight lights up his beautifully illuminated face and he places one last kiss on my forehead, directly at my mark. Then, he ushers out to open my door again.
”Why does this feel like you’re repaying me?”, I laugh at the dramatic way he’s holding open the door and bowing down to give me a hand.
”Stop. I’m just overjoyed that my girl and I are hanging out more. Especially because it’s at her home. Gotta take a peek at how she lives.”, he points out the deal he has struck that’s actually to his disfavor and yet he seems satisfied with. He lost money, time, and efforts to appease me but is glad to compensate for it with my affection. Truly, he’s totally lost for me, just how I am for him.
We head into the apartment complex and into the elevator, where he pulls me in just to twirl me around like he’s admiring his muse. On my tiptoes, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with thoughtless affection until the elevator dings. We smile like idiots and I go ahead to unlock my flat. Shoes left at the doorstep, he whistles at the sight of the home that was carefully decorated only to be besmirched by the current chaos of clothes and messy kitchen. I totally forgot to clean up due to the hectic morning. Embarrassed at the disorder, I put myself in front of him to shield his eyes, even if he’s a lot taller than me.
”To my defense, I was in a hurry the last time I was here. Don’t look too closely at…everything.”, I voice with dread at his curiosity. I know he’ll want to inspect everything, hell, that’s the guy who has had photos of me pinned against his wall and in his car so of course he’ll want to look through my stuff.
”Don’t worry. My apartment looks worse. That’s why I gave up and temporarily moved to the dorms. I mean, hey, at least we have cleaning staff there.”, he shoots out as I glare at him for his tardiness.
”It’s totally how I imagined it to be. A bit more spacious than expected but still, I can tell it’s you who’s living here.”, he goes in and falls down onto the couch, manspreading and resting his arms at the backrest. Using his assessment to my advantage, I rush to the kitchen island and throw everything in the sink, scrubbing dirty plates and pans after removing my gloves.
”What are you doing? Come sit down. I really don’t care about the supposed mess. I want my payment a.k.a. Getting kissed by my girl.”, he groans with immature impatience and pats the spot next to him.
”No, no. Let me get rid of this stuff before I die of humiliation.”. Eagerly, I finish the dishes, already eyeing the skirts and shirts near the bedroom door. Satoru sighs in defeat and heads to the discarded clothes on the ground, picking them up and throwing them into the basket like he knows they belong there.
”Those weren’t dirty.”, I exclaim with slight irritation because I have my order and even though he’s trying to help, it’s irking me that it’s wrong.
”Well, they were probably on the ground for a few days so they might as well be.”, he argues at which I roll my eyes.
Too immersed in my cleaning, I don’t notice him closing in behind me. First, he takes off my veil, then he gently kisses my left temple while wrapping his arms around my waist.
”Don’t make me wait even longer for the attention I so desperately worked hard and waited for.”, he murmurs, his glasses slightly grazing my head with the cold metal frame of his glasses. His warm breath near my ear makes my body tense with sudden lucidity and awareness. Close, so close, is his firm body against my back while he gently holds me in a tight embrace.
Reflexively, I lower the dishes in the sink and dry my hands with a nearby cloth, only for him to turn me around and to press me against his solid upper body. He has taken off his glasses now, showing off the inquisitive blue irises, and our eyes are meeting with electric intensity. His sultry gaze is lidded with longing as he lowers his head to gently to nudge me with his nose, awaiting for confirmation that I am done, awaiting for permission to kiss me.
Amused by his spurt of obedience, I don’t hesitate to press my lips onto his, urging him to satisfy our growing desire. Languish licks and tumultuous tracing mark our intertwining tongues as we kiss. It’s simultaneously intimate and juvenile, as if our newly sprouted bond is competing against the long years of caring and affection our friendship has established.
Overall, there’s a giddiness and lightness to our kiss, even if our movements are becoming increasingly urgent. My heart is trying to enjoy the infantile passion of our love whilst my body is already calling out for his touch, a keen desire bubbling in between my legs.
The tease he is, he slows everything down and wallows in my growing urgency for him. One hand travels up the sides of my waist while the other is clinging to it. With tender affection, he cups the back of my head and pulls me closer as his fingers undo my hairdo. Our lips smack with infatuation while our heads move to the rhythm of our mouths. Almost as if he’s scared to hurt me, he toys delicately with my body, kissing and caressing just enough to leave trails of fire all over me. Seeing me hurt must’ve branded him with so much agony that he dares not to be tough with me.
Out of spite for his gentle kisses, I lightly bite his lip to pull him out of the sensuality of our embracing bodies. I do appreciate our enticing intimacy but my physical strength is leaving me bit by bit the longer he plays with me, the longer he looks at me with these starved and yearning eyes. A low chuckle, a knowing grin, and his smoldering eyes are the only reaction I get.
”Mhh, you’re getting impatient. I want to take my payment as I want it, you know?”, he coarsely scolds me, cocking his head to the side with arrogance. I huff in defiance. First he complains like a toddler about my lack of affection and then he chastises me for falling for his touch? He’s truly enigmatic. A labyrinth of confidence and cockiness with dead ends made up of hunger for my attention.
Satoru gently rubs his thumb against my lips like he’s removing the audacity of my mouth biting him. My eyes trail over him - soaking in the sight of this alluring man, fully captivated by his attractiveness.
In a million ways I could describe his looks yet none would come close to the real deal. In a million more I could visualise the sultry look in his gaze yet no words could capture the magnetism with which he pulls me in. In a million ways artists could paint the picture of us two lovers yet none would be able to draw our feelings drenched in devotion.
He turns me around again and my back meets the hard edge of the kitchen island. Deliberately slow, he nuzzles his lips against my neck with trails of kisses across my collar. I breathe in the clean scent of his hair that’s tickling my face. Even through the freshness of the soap, his natural musk lays out the foundation of his redolence. There’s a spice hidden underneath, decking his body with a note of cinnamon. Not only does he look good, he must smell good as well, what a brat.
He looks up at me with a devilish twinkle as if he masterminded a robbery. I faintly squeal when he picks me up and places me onto the cold counter. Then he pushes his body down on mine which makes me fully rest my back against the stone and pulls down my pants after he unbuttoned them. Salacious eyes fixated on my exposed legs, he lets his hands stroke the naked skin upwards to my hips until he hooks them at the band of my panties.
”Satoru-“, I try to resist his nasty intentions of eating me out on the kitchen counter but what else is a kitchen for if not for eating? Especially if the hungry customer is Satoru Gojo.
”I am starving, famished even. Being deprived of you for only a few days made me realise how much-“, he kisses my hips until he is slightly hovering above my clit, warm air tickling my sensitive spot,”I missed your sweet pussy.” He smacks his lips before he dives right into his meal, spread open by his big hands.
Immediately, I surrender to his mouth. Just like my lips, he kisses my pussy with feverish passion, its slow pace wrecking my mind again. I put my legs on his hunched back and moan at the delight his eager mouth is pursuing me with. The contrast of the cool marble counter and the heat of his breath make me squirm as if my whole body is plunged in the cold sea and is trying to focus on the warm summer winds. My bare ass is sticking to the coldness with my back arched to lead him even deeper into my sweet core. A stray hand of mine pushes his head further down as his flattened tongue pushes me to the pools of pleasure. He’s relentless, taking his time to drive me mad with the lust dripping down the tip of his tongue and into me. Audaciously, he even adds a finger to drive me insane, internally rubbing my bay of pleasure with intent to capsize me.
Seized by the sensual excitement between my legs, I unintentionally press them together which leads to his head being strangled right between my thighs. I don’t even care if he can’t breathe, it just feels so filthily good right now.
But judging from his looks, he isn’t unhappy about it. A hazy gaze downwards and his content eyes stare right back at me, following every move and twitch I make at his beck and call. Satoru’s a skillful maestro who’s conducting the sounds coming out of me like a lewd instrument. He’s turning his tongue in just the right angles and drumming his finger against my g-spot to make high-pitched moans escape, only to suck at my throbbing clit to make them glissando.
Needless to say that he’s thoroughly enjoying the noise I’m making, the confinement between my legs, and my urging hand that’s messing up his velvet hairs.
The throbbing consolidates into a rush until it showers me with ecstatic satisfaction. I cum on his face with his saliva and my carnal juices mixing in a delirious cocktail I’m planning to get drunk on.
A victorious hum strikes my clit with even more pleasure as he keeps on eating me out, to my dismay. Well, not really, because the driving-over-the-edge-thing just intensified by a hundredfold and I can’t help but enjoy the thirst with which he’s slurping me up.
My body shudders with the backlash of the overstimulation and I whimper helplessly as he keeps going and going and going.
”Satoru-ugh- I- Stop or I’ll - fuck- make a mess.” Despite my warning, he continues his feast on my flesh, tickling my insides and clit with utmost disrespect even faster now to accelerate the nauseous lust in my mind. Something inside me snaps and my body constricts at the overload of pleasure he’s coaxing out of me. Brashly, I squirt all over the counter and his face. Out of breath and desperate gasps of content leave me as I look down on the mess I made. Satoru looks like a mess - a sexy, hair dishevelled, wet faced mess - and the kitchen counter is full with splashes of my liquids.
“We gotta clean this up. I eat on this surface and will not touch it again if it’s not fully cleaned.”, I utter in awful realisation.
”We can do this right now.”, he pulls me off the counter and flips me around, bending me over the kitchen island with my shirt soaking up all the juices of our dirty encounter.
”You’re not seriously using my shirt and boobs as a rag, are you?”, I condemn him, only to be interrupted by a sharp penetration which makes me loudly gasp. In a span of a second, he has unbuckled his belt and driven his cock into my moist cunt. I feel like a basted and buttered turkey which is getting cut up with the thanksgiving knife. Only that the knife is Satoru’s hard and girthy dick pulling my meat apart.
My pussy has already grown estranged from his huge size, which he completely disregards. The tenderness and care of before has dissipated and only burning lust is fueling his actions. I suppose, after making me squirt all over him twice in a row, he has his confirmation that I’m indeed not hurt and ready to be his again.
”I hope you didn’t forget me, love.”, he shrewdly asks my pussy as if it could respond, but I do in its stead, with fragile wails exiting my mouth as he slowly moves behind me. Maybe it’s the days apart or the position, but it feels like his dick has doubled in width and length.
”I’m never gonna get over how tight your pussy feels. It was specifically crafted for me, I just know it. Tight enough to make me crazy and yet your hole is greedily gobbling my dick up. Who’s hungry now?”, he teases me but I can’t focus because of being filled to the brim with his cock sliding inside of me. He’s slow to make me adapt but when he realises that his foreplay wasn’t useless and my slickness makes it easier to move inside of me, he increases his strokes with vigor and speed.
My cheeks are planted against the stone with my chest pressed against the solution of our lust and my shirt drinking up the juice. Every forward jerk of his hip makes me inch forward and moan in delicate pleasure that’s barely keeping the pain in check. His dick dances along the lines of blissful fucking and painful penetration like a tango master.
When he hits that delicious spot inside of my warm halls, I cry out “Fuck!” in distasteful joy at his dick striking my pussy. I can feel him hit my cervix with disregarding excitement and it hurts so damn good. My back arches at this confusing entanglement of agony and glee inside my pussy that’s clenching for more of his cock.
”We need to clean, remember?”, he pushes my back down again, dirtying me with his dick and my cum. He’s rougher than before. Granted that he was a virgin a few days ago but what changed for him to be so merciless and passionate at ripping my sanity away with his bulging cock? Either way, he’s genuinely fucking me to make me pay, not to make me love him more. However, my mind is twisted by his affection and his ruthless fucking. I can’t help but love him more as he’s blowing my back out and still emitting sweet sounds of bliss at our bodies reuniting. My spine tingles with the oncoming bursts of salvation, opening up my core to the nerve-pulling orgasm. He smacks my ass with the other hand, giving me a slight sting that makes the pleasure throb even harder.
”Satoru-, hngh. Please, baby, please. Ah!”, I whimper at his unforgiving thrusts combined with a tight grip on my ass that’s making my skin curl. If it’s even possible, he drives in his meat deeper into me, itching the spot already overrun with arousal.
His moans haven’t changed, they’re still so endearing to listen to. At times, they erupt through strained grunts and labored breathing as he tries to fight back against my squeezing pussy that’s hugging his dick in the tightest embrace.
”Shit-, You’re such a mess. A wet mess. All for me. All mine. All of this dick you’ve been missing out on and now you can’t handle paying for my torment. Don’t make me wait, okay? Ever again. I missed you. So. Fucking. Much.”, he enunciates his desire with deep and harsh clashes of his cock which make me yelp in defenselessness and choke on my breath.
Like he’s drunk and unable to function, he jerks forward with his dick twitching inside of me and barely pulls out in time. I know because I can feel a spurt of warmth coating my cunt and landing on my ass but I’m too engaged in my own aflamed climax ravishing my sanity and decorum.
We both break down at the thrill of after-cum and his soft affection suddenly returns to me as he pulls me into his arms for a backhug.
”I-, I’m sorry, baby. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you. I should’ve been more considerate of your health. Next time tell me if it’s too much.”, he brabbles on with his head nestling against my messy hair and his hands caressing my wet chest.
I chuckle in exhausted liberation. “That wasn’t rough, babe. Don’t think about it, I am healed and well. That week wasn’t for nothing.”, we kiss sideways, making up by making out.
”Are you sure?”, his need for reassurance is wild but the caring warmth inside my gut is stronger than the cold urge to tease him for it. Especially, when he’s looking at me with his baby-blues that are puddles of affection.
”Yes, of course. I mean, I didn’t like that you basically cleaned the kitchen with me but overall, it was quite an experience. You really know how to switch off your innocence and to make way for nasty sex.” He sighs in relief, pecking my cheek and hugging me a tad tighter.
“Okay, let me clean you up then. I got my payment but I am not a crook.”, a kiss to my temple and then he suddenly lifts me up bridal style, carrying me to the shower.
”Satoru, you really have a strange habit of picking me up.”, I point out, even if giddiness runs through me at his effortless strength.
”Well, I can’t be the strongest sorcerer and not be able to carry my girl. All these muscles ain’t for nothing.”, he answers in a serious tone at which I laugh because when is he ever truly serious?
He carefully puts me down in front of the walk-in-shower and I immediately unbutton the drenched shirt hugging my curves from the wetness. Before I open the last button, I catch a glimpse of Satoru’s sexified expression on his face.
”What? Pussydrunk?”, I tease him.
”Yes, yes, whatever you say. I just realised how the shirt is half open and clinging to your body. Looks so damn sexy.”, he mumbles, already inching closer with his grabby hands extended towards me.
”No. We can’t be fucking all night, we have class tomorrow!”, I deny his lust entry to my body at which he pouts.
”Wow. A week of coma means missing out on a week of touching you. I really can’t bear that burden.”
”Really? You just said you ‘got your payment’. No making up for the remaining days we ‘could’ve fucked’, alright? We’re grown adults who have responsibilities besides fucking our minds out of each other.”, I rebuke his complaint, trying to focus on getting fully undressed. I turn my back on him to escape his ravenous desire, although I can feel it firing through my back. I step into the shower and turn it on with cold water shooting out the head. A small squeal at the sudden coldness until the warm water settles in and gushes over me. I relish the warmth of it as if it’s washing away the exhaustion and cleansing my troubles.
Behind me, I hear rustling and then wet footsteps coming closer. I grin because of Satoru’s unhinged obsession with invading my personal space. Intentionally or not, he has a knack for not leaving me alone. Whether it’s our hands accidentally brushing in the school hallways, bumping into each other after class, or sitting next to me in the library or conference room - he always finds me and always makes sure our presence is overlapping.
I turn around, ready to chastise him for his intemperance, but falter at his pitiful expression. Hair wet and brows furrowed with concern, he looks at me with a sore heart. My hands cup his face as he towers over me, shielding me from the pouring shower head and getting drenched in return.
”What’s wrong, Satoru?”, worrying about his change of mood, I question him.
”You. I can’t bear the burden of being away from you. Or you leaving me in this god awful world. Hours, days, weeks. It’s all unbearable without you. Don’t leave me again. Don’t make me wait for your quiet heart to beat in the restless rhythm again that drives me crazy. Don’t expect me to not go mad when I thought I lost you hours after I just got you. Okay? I got accustomed to cherishing you for years and suddenly being ripped away from you is horrible. I want you close to me, always.”, he spills his frets over me like the droplets gushing over us, an endless stream of worries and demands.
Once again, my chest aches at his vulnerability, caving in at the weakness he reveals only to me. My poor, sweet Satoru. Always the strongest and always alone at the top, no wonder he is possessive over a partner.
His irises are glistening with doubt at my delayed reaction but the intensity of his words is slowly seeping into my bones - reflections of his fear of abandonment that’s hidden beneath the ocean of overplayed confidence.
My thumbs wipe away the water dropping down his face that resembles tears of despair. I pull him in and softly kiss him.
”Even if I lose gallons of blood and am at the brink of death, my last thought and final action will be for you. In one way or another, I will return to you. You really think I’ll leave you alone after you’ve worked so hard to pursue me? You’re a fool, Satoru Gojo. I’d never willingly leave you. And if I do, feel free to curse me for eternity.”
A small and yet relieved smile removes the dense fog of concern on his face. Another kiss, another pull into his arms and we both chase after the raw ends of our love that we’ll forge into a solid, unmovable fort.
”Your mood changes like the currents.”, I giggle at his gentleness. Worry, desire, lust, passion, anxiety, and glee - he goes through them all effortlessly.
”Yes, I suppose so. Somehow, only you can pull these crazy sides out of me.”, he sighs in capitulation.
If he’s the untamed waves of ebb and flow, then perhaps I’m the moon pulling the tide of his temper.
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