âą pairing: yakuza oyabun!gojo x secretary!reader
on the eve of a new day soon to be rife with bloodshed and negotiations, your husband, satoru, lovingly decorates you in the twinkling jewelry heâs bought you over many years of marriage.
âą content: SFW but MDNI, fem!reader, fluff, humor, married couple gojo & reader, gojo is whipped wife guy #1, and gojo spoils the hell out of you like its his 9-5 job, domestic intimacy, mentions of murder & violence, suggestive jokes, part of my yakuza jjk au
a/n: this is a requested drabble for the non-sexual acts of intimacy prompt âone character adjusting the other's jewelry/neck tieâ for an anon :3 ty for specifically requesting oyabun gojo & sec reader cos i leaped on the chance to write about them some more lmaooohtjwhr and clearly i got a bit carried away due to excitement. as usual, hope yâall enjoy đ«¶đœ!! m.list.
You're in the middle of browsing through your glimmering array of high-end jewelry when a calloused hand sneaks its way around your front. The hand depresses the flouncy folds of your blouse to your stomach and hauls you back into the compact warmth of a built torsoâ a torso belonging to a most familiar person, your one and only that you adoringly and lawfully refer to as husband.
"What's the vibe for today?" Purrs Satoru into your ear.
Fresh from his shower, he carries with him the crisp scent of mint toothpaste that whiffs after his words and expensive woodsy and verdant body wash, something gourmand rising to the top of the concotion without overpowering it. He couldn't wear more enticing smells if he tried.
Responding immediately is an act of courtesy, but then again, when has the incurably pompous and devil-may-care yakuza Gojo Satoru given a flying fuck about social etiquette? Never, as far as you're aware. So why should you be expected to uphold standards your own husband gleefully ignores?
Besides, desire has a funny way of making hypocrites of everyone, including you. Rather than answer, you luxuriate in the simple privilege of being held with no pressing need to interrupt the innate comfort of his touch, settling deeper into the sanctuary of his embrace with a lousy yawn.
You get about six or seven seconds of drifting consciousness before Satoru tuts, unable to go on living and breathing without your constant attention as he pouts, "So that's how it is, huh, sweetheart? What, no answer for your poor, neglected husband?"
(You're entirely unsurprised that he can't take what he dishes out.)
A smile threatens the corners of your mouth into complaceny despite your best efforts at maintaining a resting poker face. "You've survived over thirty years with constant, and I mean constant, ass-kissing and validation," you murmur around another yawn. You wish you could crawl back in bed for some more snuggles, but alas, duty calls; this is what you get for binging alien sci-fi films with Satoru until the odd hours of the morning. "I'm certain you'll survive a second without me indulging you."
"I can't even last half of one and you know that." The answer arrives so decisively sulky that it nearly makes you snicker. "I could care less about what my family and all the other syndicates out there have to say about me. I'll wither away if it's not you singing pretty in my ear." His grip cinches ever so slightly around your waist as Satoru presses a supplicatory kiss to the weak spot behind your ear, trying to strong-arm your attention instead of patiently waiting for it to come around.
Greedy bastard.
Exhaling through your nose, you crack your eyes open to the mirror projecting the striking couple you as husband and wife make. While you're both quite the sight (and you're especially stunning, you toot your own horn), it will always, always be Satoru that magnetizes your stare into being drawn towards his gravitational pull.
He looms over your shoulder, beam broadening with an exuberance to rival the sun itself when your gazes lock through the glass. Damp ivory strands frame a face too handsome for his own good, falling in featherlight wisps across his forehead and with several rebellious tufts curling in whichever direction they so please, impossibly soft against the ethereal geometry of his face. Crystalline blue eyesâ those eyes that have toppled hardened men twice his age into obedience, but never youâ admire you from the tips of your platform Mary Janes to your blinking lashes.
Satoru is the breaking ocean at dawn, a dropless blue sky curling around the world like a lawless cat lousing around in a sunbeam. He is beautiful, he is untouchable, and he is wholly yours, in sickness and in health.
"I love when you stare at me like that," Satoru murmurs, oozing besotment on every syllable. He steals an unblushing second to snuffle dreamily at your perfumed neck, licking a stripe over the tendon and breathing a smile into you when you wrinkle your nose. "But I can't say I love that you still haven't answered me."
You pick your way backwards through the conversation. "Yeah, fine. The vibe for today?"
"The vibe for today," he confirms, pointing at your various bejeweled decorations in front of you.
"Hmmm. What's the vibe for today, indeed. I thinkâŠ" you thoughtfully cock your head, fingers skimming the velvet-lined drawers chock full of jewelry. "Simple, yet classy and pretty. The usual."
Satoru's brows jump in mild surprise. "Simple?" He, with great emphasis, looks your reflected self in the mirror up and down. He's practically shouting "you're outshining everyone with a look you call simple?" without actually straining his vocal cords to do so.
"You sound like a parrot today, always repeating back what I'm saying," you mutter with an amused little scoff, proudly reposing in Satoru's sunlit laughter that's pitched low and rich enough that you feel the tenor of it quake through his chest before you even hear it chuffing at your ear. "We're meeting with Suguru, not attending a royal wedding or showing some ass at the club."
He blazes over your quip with a stupefied shuttering of his once easygoing, now slighted expression, childishly scowling your way through thinly lidded blue eyes. His irises are harder than diamonds, and all the more beautiful for it. "You're getting pretty for Suguru?" Satoru quibbles, lips pressing downwards.
"I am dressing professionally for our meeting to discuss business procedures with Suguru, because that's what the corporate dress code calls for," you draw out slowly, reaching back to squash the tip of his nose with your finger. You can only hope that the contact zaps some lucidity back into him. "And I am simultaneously toeing the line with elaborate jewelry and somewhat revealing dresswear so that firstly, I feel like the bad bitch that I am, and secondly but least importantlyâ" you break for a long pause to deal 500 points of psychic damage to his ego before continuing, "to make sure you don't get bored to death without me as your quote unquote eye candy to keep you stimulated."
As if he were never miffed by the most ludicrous assumption he's come up with recent memory, a flattered grin tugs his lips apart and shows his pearly canines. "D'awww, my wifey's always spoiling me. You make me feel like a million yen, dollars, and pesos all at once." Satoru stamps a loud mwah on your cheek.
You suspectâ no, you're certain that Satoru was never jealous to begin with; his performance had all the sincerity of a child forcing out crocodile tears over a scraped knee just to coax a kiss from his mother. He's evidently incapable of resisting any opportunity to manufacture a situation where you'd sweeten his tooth, even if it meant pretending to be scandalized by the thought of another man appreciating your appearance.
Yeah, you wouldn't change his freak ass for the world. Not even the hundred plus counts of murder on his hands could drag you away from him. What a married life that you leadâŠ
"Just help me pick a few pieces out, would you?" You sigh, patting the back of his hand where it remains suctioned to your waist. He cheerily hums his interest, perking to the task as if its of great importance.
Morning sunlight pours through the towering windows of the walk-in closetâ occupying nearly the same square footage as your first apartment post-college ever hadâ in molten ribbons, spilling across polished walnut cabinetry and racks filled with hangers, and catching on glass shelves lined with velvet display stands.
Naturally, the room rings with the high-pitched glassy tune of sumptuousness in answer.
Diamonds fracture the light into tiny stars that wander over the walls; gold radiates the rich warmth of honey; platinum reflects the daylight with cool, silvery precision; emerald slyly winks your way; pearls band together like the light foam of the ocean.
One entire wall became your jewelry collection over the yearsâ one you haven't quite grown accustomed to having at all. If anything, it will eternally boggle your mind that you own such a plethora of finery.
There had been a time when stepping inside a boutique just to look at pieces like these had felt like you were committing theft in broad daylight, your body language unconsciously becoming shifty out of nerves in front of the security doing laps around the room. You used to admire jewelry through immaculate glass display cases accompanied by tiny white price cards that looked more like telephone numbers than costs, privately wondering what kind of lives the women wearing six-figure necklaces must lead. Owning even just one beautiful piece seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime milestone.
And now⊠now, you peruse a collection of what feels like hundreds of rows upon rows of jewelry. Those same display cases you refused to put your hands on when you were younger, too terrified to even breathe too hard in their direction, currently take up storage space in your own homeâ just one perk of being Gojo Satoru's wife and the object of all his overly earnest affections, you suppose.
(Fuck a runway, you could host the entirety of Paris Fashion Week in here.)
You've been gifted countless pieces over years of birthdays, anniversaries, successful negotiations, spontaneous shopping sprees, and Satoru's incurable habit of spying something pretty, thinking fondly of you, and considering that reason enough to offer you yet another obscenely expensive present.
You've even splurged on yourself a few times as well using yours and Satoru's shared bank account, though in the past you'd wobbled on more than one purchase. It's not like he lets you angst over whether your wants (not needs) justify such flabbergasting prices anymore, anyways; Satoru has taught you to ignore it all and just go for whatever you desire, no matter if it's silly. In fact, he begs you to spend what is also your money.
After a few minutes of presenting various jewelry (sapphire studs from Harry Winston, a silver Pandora cuff bracelet, a Van Cleef & Arpels Alhambra ring fashioned from gold and luminous mother-of-pearl, three matching Mejuri bangles you don't recognize which prompts you to squint suspiciously at your husband) to Satoru for his personal input, he finally stops you at a delicate silver Bulgari Serpenti watch. "This one," he declares, leaning dangerously far over your shoulder to grab and hold onto it for you.
"Good choice," you praise, glancing over the rest of your selections. "Earrings?"
"You can't go wrong with Tiffany," Satoru points out. "You could wear your dancing diamonds set. I haven't seen them on you in a minute; you make them look reaaaaal pretty."
You're sufficiently swayed, flattered by the honeyed confidence in his voice when he insists that you're lending the diamonds their beauty instead of the other way aroundâ the distinction does wonders for your gooey heart. "I'm down," you decide.
With a soft hum, you step to the left (Satoru, still clinging, shuffles with you), lifting the tip of one Tiffany & Co. diamond drop earring with your fingernail; it merrily scatters light as it quivers in place. The matching necklace hangs below it, its platinum-encrusted diamond similarly cascading.
Your husband finally detaches from you, gently grasping your shoulders for a brief second as he steps around you to wander along the displays. Shamelessly, you appreciate the broad shift of his back through his suit jacket as he bends at the waist to better observe the options, rubbing his jaw as he goes. His pert ass, too, receives the full brunt of your ogling.
"And... hmmâŠâ Satoru confidently reaches for a slim Cartier Juste un Clou piece, a winding bracelet that twirls elegantly around the wrist like liquid gold, plucking it from its casing and twisting it between long slender fingers. He turns to you with a beam, dangling the watch and bracelet from both hands and looking every bit the untouchable heir born into old money and even older power. "Just the one bracelet, and then I think you're good to go," he asserts.
"No rings?" You ask, crossing your arms.
"Whatâs the point? You already wear two." His gaze drops meaningfully toward the engagement ring and wedding band permanently curling a home around your finger, which you tap lazily against your elbow. âYou don't need competition, sweets,â he sniffs with equal parts petulance and pride.
The corners of your mouth soften before you even realize it. Fond as all hell, you briefly close your eyes and shake your head. "I suppose you're right." Fluttering your lashes open, you hold your hand up to the light, admiring the glittery play of your most treasured gifts crowning it.
Theyâre more than just breathtaking, anyone with eyes could see that, but their greatest luxury lies in the man who'd slid them there, nothing but pure emotion begetting the winking tears at his lashlines on both occasions. One ring asked a question about an obtainable forever, and the other had promised that forever.
With a hopelessly devoted smile, you lay your gaze on Satoru, who unblinkingly matches your expression from beneath a tousled fringe of candy floss hair. "Why wear other rings when these are the ones that matter most to me?" You muse.
For a rare moment, he has nothing clever to say. He only meanders over and reaches for your hand, turning it palm-up before bringing your knuckles to his lips in a sugary kiss, his thumb brushing over the familiar bands with unmistakable reverence. In the same breath, Satoru fastens the Cartier Juste un Clou to your left wrist, the Bulgari Serpenti watch to your right, twisting them so the embellishments face forward. The jewelry burns coolly into your skin for only a moment before warming with your body heat.
You turn to find the correct velvet-lined stands housing your Tiffany & Co. set when Satoru beats you to them with infuriating speed, plucking the earrings from their perch before holding them just out of reach like a toddler. "Aht."
"You've got clever hands," you note dryly, not bothering to put up a fight. You expectantly press into him instead, flattening a hand to his rapidly beating chestâ it's cute, really, how affected he is by you even after all these years. You don't doubt that your heart is matching his pace, irreversibly twined together as you are.
"All the better to decorate you with," Satoru claims with a lazy wiggle of silvery brows.
"Alright, Big Bad Wolf." You roll your eyes with all the falsified long-suffering of someone who has been married to Gojo Satoru long enough to recognize there is no practical value in resisting the harmless whims that seize him after breakfast. You're bracing for him to hit you with a smartass comment in return, but insteadâ
"I'd like the honor of putting on the rest of your jewelry, too," he keeps pushing, soft-soaping with the most adorable pout to his plush lips. No wonder he always gets his wayâ you could just gobble him up.
"How sweet," you comment lightly, turning your head for him. "Go ahead."
Minty fresh breath wafts over you as Satoru leans in close. The infamous Gojo-gumi oyabun whose name alone unsettles rival organizations and whose hands have slaughtered countless men weaves the first earring through your lobe with almost absurd concentration, tongue caught against the inside of his cheek as though fastening jewelry requires the precision of a bomb technician. Gentle moments like these always strip away the intimidating reputation he'd cultivated so effortlessly. Satoru's just as precise in securing the second earring and its backing, fingers sparking heat at your ear.
His knuckles cascade along your jaw before he gently cups your cheeks, turning your face left and right to watch the diamonds do what they do bestâ dance. Not once does he cut eye contact as Satoru sways back on his heels to evaluate his work with a satisfied little nod. "All good," he says with a peck to your forehead.
You rotate in place to face the mirror and smooth your hair to the side to make way for the necklace's chain that slips along the sides of your neck. Satoru reaches around you to drape the dancing diamond over your heart, pulling back to thread both ends of the necklace at your nape all while you watch the frankly adorable dedication poured into his reflected self's movements. He snaps the clasp into place with a satisfying click.
"There you go," Satoru murmurs. "Prettiest girl in the world, I'm telling you."
Like the sea glass painting Fort Braggâs coast, his eyes catch every wandering beam of sunlight filtering through the room, throwing flecks of oceanic cerulean across irises that rival the diamonds twinkling at your throat and ears. His eyes refuse to settle on your jewelry for long before climbing back to your face through the mirror. Satoru studies you down the line of his nose with the boyish endearment of having been allowed to tend to you in yet another tiny, ordinary way.
"Good?" He asks, voice vibrating pleasantly against your back, chased immediately by the rooting brush of his nose through your hair with an impossibly pleased sigh, once again sniffing you like the dog that he is as you check yourself out.
The effect of your jewelry is exact; it lends you enough flair to elevate your outfit without overwhelming the low-necked blouse and high-waisted charcoal pencil skirt flattering your figure. Lips pursed with pride, you shift from foot to foot to check yourself out from both sides.
"Perfect. Thank you, baby," you croon, reaching back to give him a very deserved pat on his cheek. He nuzzles into your palm for but a moment before spinning you by your waist like a princess, puckering his lips like he deserves a reward and whining under his breath when you smush a finger to his mouth instead of locking lips.
"Wait, and be patient for once in your life. It's your turn," you sing-song, drawing that same nail down his chin, his Adam's apple, the beginnings of his sternum that crops up from beneath his pressed open shirt.
Lost, he scrunches up his nose and flattens his eyes. "Hah? Mine?" Satoru looks down at his wedding band that matches your own. He used to wear a few rings per finger like a set of brass knuckles to really fuck people up when he beats them to massy pulps on the ground, but now he typically sticks to just the one. "I have all that I need right here."
While that's enough to worsen your terminal case of lovesickness, his blindness towards his own appearance takes you out. This is a man whose face has launched negotiations in his favor before he'd even opened his mouth, whose smile had charmed politicians, CEOs, other oyabuns, and elderly ladies in grocery stores alike, whose family had spent decades raising himâ despite his protests and escapadesâ to carry the impossible weight of the Gojo name with immaculate presentation. Yet ask Satoru how he looked, and he'd shrug as though he were discussing the weather.
Perhaps it's because he's never needed to think about it. Beauty settled over him as naturally as breathing. Annoying.
You sigh, "Come here."
"I am here?"
"Closer."
One word from you and the feared oyabun of the Gojo-gumi closes the remaining distance without the slightest hesitation and dips his chin, squaring himself in front of you so that the polished toes of his Italian loafers kiss your Mary Janes. His smile's unbearably smug as he crows, "I knew you couldn't resist me."
"More like I couldn't resist fixing whatever tragic excuse you made for getting ready," you snort out before you can help it. "Honestly, babyâŠ"
"What?" Satoru asks, unfazed, lips already quirking before you get to the punch.
You trail your gaze over him with deliberate slowness. His suit is, predictably, immaculate beneath your hands that you smooth along his lapels, flattening borderline microscopic wrinkles. The charcoal fabricâ some sort of stupidly expensive imported wool that matches your skirtâ molds beautifully over broad shoulders and his killer narrow waist before disappearing beneath pressed trousers that manage to make his legs, already unfairly long, appear even longer.
Only his silk tie hangs crooked beneath the collar of his immaculate white dress shirt, blatantly the hurried handiwork of a husband who had evidently been more interested in wandering off in search of his wife than finishing getting dressed after his shower. You can't find it anything but endearing.
You pinch the loose knot between two fingers and suck your teeth. "Did you tie this while looking at your reflection in a spoon?"
"No, but I was a little distracted," Satoru admits, remaining still as you loosen the knot with precise tugs.
"By?"
"You." He breathes it with the same exasperation as someone saying 'duh, obviously.'
"I would love to study your brain," you remark. The expensive silk slides smoothly beneath your fingertips as you rebuild the knot from scratch, looping the tie through in practiced motions. Satoru's eyes don't follow your hands for long before drifting back to your face, quietly admiring the tiny furrow between your brows whilst you focus. He's watching you the same way he had while fastening your jewelry, as if doting on each other is somehow the most fascinating thing either of you could be doing with your spare time. "Considering I wasn't even the same room when you tried to hang yourself with this tie."
He laughs, summer-bright and carefree. His Adam's Apple bobs around the musical tune as you finally pull the fresh tie snug at his crisp white collar. "I have an excellent imagination, princess, and you know it. I was daydreaming about that cute, sexy scowl you get when you're on top of me and started giggling to myself and playing with my tie."
"Were you, huh? The day's only just begun, but I already know how I want it end," you sing-song, tucking that particularly good idea away for later. If today doesn't produce a headache of an emergency gone down on one of the Gojo-gumi's many territories, you'll be giving it to Satoru good the second you return home.
Satoru's throat rumbles again (this time with a sound akin to a purr) when you stroke back and forth through his white hair, just because you canâ and also to distract him from what you said, melting his brain down to a puddle incapable of thoughts other than meow, mrow, purr. "Look at that. There she goes, distracting me againnn⊠yes, right there." He nudges his hand into your palm, beatific.
"You should really charge rent for the amount of time I spend in your head, mister businessman. You'd make a killing off of me," you tease with a chuckle. Treating his scalp to one more generous rake of your nails, you then give the knotted tie one last approving pat. "There. You're now presentable."
"Yay!" He cheers with exaggerated joy, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Now gimme that sweet, sweet reward that I've earned. Please?"
"You mean for surviving the strenuous task of standing still? Oh, poor thing," You drawl, hating that you're fully intending on following through on it despite the way you jab at him.
"It was super exhausting and emotionally taxing," Satoru bemoans, but he doesn't put any effort into playing up his false wounds; he's too busy puckering his lips again and making obnoxious kissy noises through his teeth.
Smirking, you reach up to catch his chin between your fingers and run your coconut-balmed lips over the curve of his ear with a wispy little murmur, âI'll have to remember that next time you try telling everyone you're the terrifying head of the largest syndicate in Japan."
"I can be terrify⊠ingâŠâ Satoru croaks, throat working out a wounded noise that you swallow up with a thorough, drawn-out kiss. You warm him up indulgently, your hand settling against the clean line of his jaw while his own instinctively finds your waist once more, fitting there with the ease of long habit. Mint lingers pleasantly against his tongue, chased by the faint warmth of coffee.
When you finally separate, Satoru looks at you as though you've personally hung the morning sun beyond the windows. "Can you make sure that I'm not floating through the ceiling?" He whispers dreamily, touching the corner of his lips.
You join in on his helpless laughter, smoothing one final wrinkle from the front of his jacket. "Both feet are still on the floor, you're clear. Now, is Ijichi outside? We need to go. Suguru's probably already wondering why we're late."
Satoru greedily reaches for your hand to intertwine your fingers while the other fishes his phone out of his slacks, halfheartedly glancing over his texts without even the slightest hint of guilt. "Apparently, he's been waiting out there for a long⊠minute."
"Poor guy, we left him hanging," you faux pout, just as much a menace as your husband is. Making Ijichi dawdle in his car was worth every minute spent with your husband. "Let's get to it, then."
"Sure thing. My lady," Satoru dips to gild the back of your hand in one last glossy-lipped kiss, your wedding bands clinking. His eyes gleam over the ridges of your knuckles as he purrs, "Your chariot awaits."
Satoru Gojo and Kakashi Hatake x OnlyFans!Reader
Summary-
You are one of the top creators on OnlyFans, and of course, you have special requests from your biggest fans. Men who will pay top dollar to fuck you- why not? Your top two clients, Gojo and Kakashi, are accidentally booked on the same dayâŠand the same time. Was this a total disaster or a blessing in disguise? (Happy second Tumblr anniversary @madamechrissy, so grateful to be a part of this event!)
18+ Minors will be BLOCKED
Your day started as normally as it could be for a woman like you, checking your dmâs and requests. One of your favorites, going by the username @ satorunotgojo, is such a cutie but very, very clingy. Always first to comment on your videos, sends the most money, and requests you say his name during livestreams as you cum. Heâll send you videos of him masturbating; his huge cock distracts you from his pathetic whimpers and cries in the background of the video.
Then you have your second-favorite client, going by the username @ only1eye. Such an odd name for a man with a huge cock. Heâs the one you kind of look forward to seeing in a private chat. He mainly pays for private live streams, videos, photos, and anything with you and him alone; heâll pay big bucks for it. He even sent you a custom dildo the size of his cock, and you were in awe when you revealed it in your unboxing video for himâŠthen you cummed on it like eight times, but thatâs a story for another time. Recently, youâve listed a new premium option on your website for your VIP clients.Â
â One-on-One Sessions: Price VariesâŠ
Of course, when you posted that link, thousands of men signed up, and it almost made your website crash. You were confirming so many hookups that you didnât notice you had double-booked your two favorite clients for the same dayâŠat the same time.Â
Satoru Gojo is a very attractive man, with absolutely no game at all. Heâll come up to you at a bar or club, and at first, youâre smitten by his appearance, but once he opens his mouth, it kinda gives, like when SpongeBob thought he was ugly in that one episode. The manâs pick-up game was awful. He was a little bit too direct.
He liked to have people believe he was this big shot red pill guy, but the entire time, he was so perverted and lonely. So when Satoru discovered your page, it was like finding a pot of gold. Finally, a woman whom he thought he could actually have. He was attached way too quickly and became parasocial. He literally set up autopay on OnlyFans and your private website so he can keep in contact with you. Not to mention, he masturbates to you when he wakes up, mid-day, and right before he goes to sleep.
In his mind, he tries to think you only have eyes for him by the way you send him sweet messages, pictures of clothes he requested, using toys he wanted, and always shouting him out on your videos. Deep down, he knows youâre just doing what you have to do for that bag, but he really thinks heâs your man sometimes. When you text him, you send him the same copy-and-paste you do to everyone elseâŠand he eats it up.
âHey, Baby, I miss youâŠcanât wait to see you in my next livestream! Xoxoâ
Kakashi Hatake is a semi-closeted freak. Heâll hang out with his friends and give some vanilla sex advice, but when he fucks? He wants complete control over who heâs fucking. He loves being dominant; every woman heâs fucked has always called him, begging for more. One day, he accidentally discovered your page and, just like Satoru, was hooked instantly. He sends so much money that all the other men get a little nervous and wonder who the hell this guy is. Kakashi sends you lavish gifts as well.Â
You love the attention a little more from him than from Satoru, though. Itâs like Kakashi knows how to make you fold instantly. Whenever you tell him no, or you donât think you can do something, he always sends photos of the gifts and money he has for you, and of course you fold all the time because who wouldnât want a new Chanel bag because you squirted for a man???Â
One day, youâre getting ready for your scheduled meet-up with Kakashi. He normally wants to meet up every two weeks, but he texted you a few days after his last meet-up, asking to meet again for another session, and he was willing to pay more. You smirk; he just can't get enough of you. When you booked him, you didnât realize there was a glitch on the website, and you had already booked Satoru for the same day⊠and the same time.Â
Satoru was following the directions given in the email. Once he arrived at your apartment, he was geeked as hell. Finally able to fuck the woman of his dreams. Once he got to the elevator, another man showed up. White hair, shorter than him, they both got in, and Kakashi, who was closer to the keypad, asked Satoru what floor: âThird floor, please.â Satoru told him. Kakashi let out a small chuckle. âWhat a coincidenceâlooks like we're going to the same floor.â Satoru, not thinking anything of it, scratched the back of his head, laughing softly. Even as they got off and walked in the same directionâ
It was just a coincidence, right?
Kakashi was a little confused as to why his doppelgĂ€nger was following him. Maybe he was going to the apartment next to yours; maybe heâs Kakashiâs long-lost brother who got stuck in a different universe. Kakashi didnât expect anything from him.Â
What he absolutely did NOT expect was to not only arrive at the same apartment as Satoruâbut also to share you with him. Satoru, on the other hand, was really confused and somewhat upset he didn't get you to himselfâbut he was also turned on at the thought of watching you get fucked by another man as he watched in person this time.Â
When they both stopped at the same door, neither man said a word, but they side-eyed the hell out of each other. Satoru slowly brought his hand up and knocked on your door. You rushed to open it, and when you didâyour jaw dropped. âUhhhâ was all you could manage as both men stared at you, just as confused. Kakashi sighed, hanging his head in shame. Maybe he was being too lustful, asking for another meet-up while his Temu brother was scheduled to meet with you.Â
Satoru, on the other hand, was not so composed; with no self-awareness at all, he walked into your apartment. âSo I'm guessing you didn't double-check when you talked with meâmake sure I got you to myself,â he said, looking around.Â
Meanwhile, youâre apologizing over and over to both men as you scroll on your laptop to see that you did double-book them. âI am so sorry, guys, I-I honestlyâŠdonât even know what to do now, I mean I would have no choice but to reschedule you bothââ Your brain stops for a secondâŠyou donât think with that instead; youâre listening to the brain thatâs throbbing down there.
âWhy not fuck them both???âÂ
You shake your head at the thought. Youâve never had a threesome before, and you werenât going to now!Â
 âWhy donât you just fuck both of us?â Kakashi said so nonchalantly. Satoruâs eyes widened upon hearing this, ears red. Clearly you wouldnât have agreed, right???
Two minutes later
Well, so much for your dignity, because youâre bent over your bed, holding onto your sheets for dear life as Kakashi is taking you from behind, his thrust set at a brutal pace as he fucks you, his meaty cock just terrorizing your poor walls. To your surprise, Satoru wasnât upset. Instead, he was sitting in a chairâjerking off to you being fucked. It was discussed a while ago in one of your chats with him that heâd wanted to be in a cuck chair watching you, but you just thought he was jokingâŠhe was not joking.Â
Kakashi couldnât help but smirk as he heard you moan. From the corner of his eye, he could see Satoru jerking off, and it looked like he was close already. âWhat a wimp,â he thought. His hands now tangled in your hair, pulling you up to his chest as his pace sped up, the way the tip of his cock kept pressing at your spot, you were seeing stars. You couldnât even close your mouth; you were so fucking close to cumming. Small little whimpers and squeaks came from you. Kakashi eased you back onto the sheets, âLet my Temu twin see you fall apart, pretty girlâŠâ Your eyes sprang open, and you couldnât help but giggle mid moan.Â
Satoruâs eye twitchedâTemu twin??! How dare this man who looks like heâs old enough to be his father say that? He marched right on over and shoved his cock in your mouth mid laugh. âShut up! Itâs not that fucking funny!â He said, holding the back of your head as your nose touched his pelvis. You gagged, spit forming as his cock reached the back of your throat. You were now holding onto his thighs for support while being pounded from behind. That made it worse; every thrust made you take Satoruâs cock even deeper. He was so geeked when he felt his cock peeking down your throat.
He smiled so sadistically, âIs that so funny? Being fucked like a whore by two men due to a lousy mistake, is that funny?â He said, pulling out until the tip, thrusting back in after letting you catch your breath for a second. You're completely helpless. Gojoâs angrily fucking your throat while Kakashi is menacingly fucking your pussy as he owns you.Â
Kakashi was having a time; he was enjoying whatever the hell was going on, watching you gag and choke on his Temu twinâs cock while he stuffs your pussy, your aching hole just like a waterfall, the way his cock glistens when he thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as you tighten around him. Hearing your skin slap against his, some of your release from however many orgasms youâve had by now.
You could hardly focusâŠbeing used by both of your top clients at the same fucking time was so euphoric for you. You never gave it any thought, but they really do look alike. You closed your eyes as you felt another wave of an orgasm coming until, like machinesâSatoru and Kakashi just stopped. They both pulled out of you, making you gasp. They looked at each other, and it was like they had the same brain and knew exactly what the other was thinking.
You curse yourself because whyâjust why would these men think itâd be a great idea for Satoru to get under you and Kakashi is still behind youâthey both shove their big cocks in your pussy at the same time, causing you to yelp out in pain at first, but Satoru was rubbing your clit to stimulate you and to ease your pain.
 Imagine two big ass bullet trains trying to fit into one tunnelâŠyeah thatâs you. âItâs not going to fitââ you cry out as Kakashiâs hand lands on your ass. âDonât be ridiculous now; weâve seen you shove lots of things up there. Don't act brand new now, you slut.â He began to thrust; both you and Satoru moaned as Kakashi was also rubbing against his cock. Kakashi was relentless, not giving a fuck about anything anymore. His pace was relentless, his angry red tip punching your cervix at this point.Â
Satoru tried to be nice, like his cock wasnât also shoved inside you; he kissed your collarbone, telling you to relax. He then rubbed your clit, pressing down on it slightly to hear you cry out. Both men toying with you, both men stretching you out, and both men you were definitely keeping as your top clients.Â
Satoruâs hands flew to your hips, gripping them with such force, his face so red he looked like a tomato. âC-Can you slow down, man? At this rateâah!â He groaned and felt himself getting closer. Kakashi was still going crazy, but he too was close. Within seconds, both men let out low groans, and your walls were painted extra with their cum.Â
Kakashi was now hunched over you, breathing heavily. Satoru was out of it, and you were thinking only one thingâ
ćȘèĄć»»æŠ after overhearing you playing piano, satoru seems to have fallen hard for you. the only problem? he's not allowed to date. but who's to stop him.
TAGS âŻâŻ pianist f! reader & soccer player! gojo â 9.7k words . fluff , a bit of angst , unsupportive parents , geto will be ooc (?) college au , brief smut, gojo falls first and hard . fic reupload art by @thatsallitchief
If you were to tell gojo three years ago that he had fallen in love during college, the boy would have laughed in your face.
But it's true, Gojo is in love.
And not with a cheerleader from his games, a sorority he'd hooked up with or a stripper he'd have charmed with his stupid grin.
But with a pianist.
A very gorgeous and talented one who he would sit down next to hours on end, listening to the new song you had learned to play. a beauty he would die for. And most importantly, the girl that he is one minute away from getting down on a knee for.
And it all started with a forgotten notebook.
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"Where the fuck is my notebook." Gojo muttered, searching his backpack twice. Then he looked in his locker, his gym bag, under the bench, even. His eyebrows furrowed until a groan left his lips.
It wasn't like it magically grew a pair of legs, but he still looked behind the vending machine as well. Just to be extra sure.Â
"This cannot be happening.." The last he needed was losing the one journal he actually used and the one that had his homework in it, especially not after a long night of practice that had his limbs feeling like spaghetti noodles. He just wanted to go home and drool into his pillow, sleeping off into another world.
"Looking for something?" Suguru chimed in, watching as his friend pulled out everything from inside his locker. His soccer uniform dropped onto the floor but Gojo was too exhausted to even care.
He shot a scowl towards the pierced boy. "My notebook man.. I lost it."
Gojo tried to recall where he had last used it. But there was no hope with how fried his brain was. He dropped his body dramatically onto the bench with a whine that sounded like it had come from a child.
"I have Monday's assignment in there."
"For what class?" Suguru slipped on his shirt over his body, closing his locker shut before turning to Satoru. "Biochemistry.." Thatâs when the memory hit him straight in the face.
He had left the notebook in his class, on the desk he sat in right next to the window.
Gojo immediately stood up, causing his head to feel dizzy, grabbing his bag to place on his broad shoulder. "Gotta go, see ya." He gave his friend a quick harsh pat on his back, rushing towards the door.
How could he be so dumb to leave it behind?
He has been so focused on his upcoming winter game that he was in a rush to get to practice on time.
Youâre late three times to practice? Youâre out.Â
The walk to his science class was a blur. Dodging small talk from other teammates and the cold weather practically freezing his balls off.
By the time he reached his biochem room, the hallway was eerily quiet as he slipped into the classroom.
There it was, sitting right there on his desk.
He could almost cry tears of joy.
Gojo let out a breath of relief, retrieving back the journal full of doodles and important notes. But most importantly, a poorly drawn portrait of his professor as a disgruntled frog that would definitely get him in trouble if said professor got his hands on it.
He clutched it close to his chest dramatically.
The door clicked quietly behind him. He was about to head towards his car that was parked in front of the field when a sudden sound floated down the hallway, reaching his ears.
It was music.
Well, a piano.
That's what it was.
The notes were as delicate as the raindrops that were hitting the window.
His head tilted to the side, following where the tunes were coming from in between the crack of the door.
Gojo knew he should have just gone home and attempted to get more than four hours of sleep for once, but the sound had him entranced like a siren call.
And that's when he saw you for the first time.
You looked so focused, eyes locked on the keys under your pretty fingers. You havenât noticed him yet, peeking through the crack of the door like a creep.
Gojo held himself closer, steadying his body on the door, trying to get a good look at you. Maybe he could make out your face if he leaned in just a bit closer. But he only managed to fall, causing the door to open wide and for you to freeze.
Your fingers hovered over the piano, eyes blown wide completely startled.
"Oh my gosh- I am so sorry!" he exclaimed, pushing himself off the ground, wincing at the feeling of a now forming bruise on his knee. He was tripping over his words, trying to explain why he was even peeking in the first place, but he fell silent when you approached him.Â
You had to be an angel with the way you were staring up at him. "Are you alright?" your voice was even better. It was so gentle.
'Angels play the piano.. I had no idea' gojo thought.Â
"Uhhhhh, yeah. yeah, I'm alright." He answered quietly, eyes drawn to your lips. "You play really beautifully"
"Oh, thank you."
"Yup!" With that, he rushed out the door, face blushed to the max and heart beating faster than it does when he's out on the field. 'Holy fuck, who was that beauty?' His hand felt light.
Way too light.Â
 He looked down just to see that he had forgotten his notebook, again.Â
Gojo would rather dig a hole and die in it than go back and face you after his sudden departure.Â
Your footsteps clicked on the floor, tilting your head to see gojo standing there, contemplating if he should turn around or not. "Hi again, you forgot this.."Â
You lifted up his journal.Â
"R-right, I forgot about that." He let out a nervous chuckle, reaching behind him doing a little grabby motion with his hand, back still turned towards you.
You were confused by his behavior but didn't question it, gently placing the book in his hand.
"Thank you." The flushed boy squeaked out.Â
You bit back a smile, watching as he tried to discreetly sneak a look at you over his shoulder.Â
"No problem!" you chirped, turning around to walk back into the music room. He let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, body now turned to fully face your figure as you walked away.Â
"... Wow." he whispered.Â
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"And then she smiled up at me, like the prettiest smile I have ever seen. I'm not even joking that girl is heaven sent. I regret not running after her because oh my god, Suguru- Suguru are you even listening to me?"Â
"Iâma keep it a buck, fuck no." Suguru grumbled, scrolling on his phone which was far more interesting than the summarization Gojo has been giving him for the past two hours.Â
"You're an ass." Gojo grumbled, flopping on his belly on his bed, messing up his navy blue covers. "Let me see if she has instagram.. wait fuck, I dunno her name."
"Wait, you have a crush on a girl whose name you do not know?" The black haired boy stared away from the screen, looking up at his enamored best friend.Â
"Well like I was saying, she slipped from my fingers last night. I was too shocked from her ethereal face to even process anything"Â
"Then I don't fucking know what to tell ya, just leave me the hell alone."
Gojo hummed. "Whatever." he swung his feet in the air, twirling around his hair as he thought back to you. His friend gave him a look of disgust because never in his 15 years of being friends with Satoru had he ever seen him in love.Â
It freaked him out.Â
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Gojo brought the ice pack to his cheek, mumbling a curse under his breath. The daydreamer was knocked out of his pondering when the soccer ball hit him straight in the cheek bone, smacking him hard enough to bruise.Â
He received a quick scolding from his coach on how he needed to get his head out of his ass and start playing harder now that the final game was closing in.
One second he was imagining you and your sweet smile and the other he was on the ground. He physically couldn't stop thinking back at you and the events of last night. Gojo threw away the bag with the now melted ice in a nearby trash can, slowly making his way to the music room.
'please be there, please be there, please please please!'
And then..
"Thank you god..." he whispered at the sight of you.Â
You were walking so peacefully, flipping the pages full of music in your hands, trying to pick which song to practice tonight. A stupid smile grew on Gojo's face. You had on a simple but cute white blouse and a brown skirt, the typical outfit you'd expect a pianist to wear.
You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, too focused to notice the 6 foot boy practically stalking you in the dark. He did a little inner cheer, beaming with happiness after you finally looked up, making eye contact with him.
"Oh, hello." You greeted him sweetly. "You're the guy who face planted yesterday, right?"
He froze, embarrassed.Â
"Yea.. I'm Satoru." He held the door open for you, watching as you entered before closing the door behind him. He flashed you his dorky but genuine smile but quickly regretted it. 'Why the hell did I do that? What's wrong with me?' Any negative thoughts disappeared the second you giggled, making his brain short-circuit.
"I'm y/n."
He gave himself a pat on the back at achieving your name. "y/n, huh?" He tested it out himself, looking around to prevent himself from ogling you.
"So um, last night, I didn't get to listen to you finish playing that song."
You grabbed the back of your skirt, sitting down on the piano chair, patting the fabric down so it didn't stick up awkwardly.
"The one I was doing before you so rudely interrupted me?" Your focus shifted back onto him, scooting on the piano seat to make room for him.
He was surprised at the offer, but quickly acted on it. The muscular boy happily sat down next to his new crush.
"I can play it again if you'd like. It was love me by Elvis Presley."Â You positioned your fingers on their assigned keys, glancing at Satoru.Â
The simple eye contact drove him crazy. Gojo could feel the back of his neck heating up but shook it off as you began to play.Â
Your fingers glided around the keyboard out of pure memory. It made him hold his breath so he wouldn't miss hearing a second. His eyes weren't set on your hands but on your face, fully focused. It was enough for his heart to run wild. Not like it wasnât already.Â
You ended the song with one final push on the keyboard, looking up at him and the stupid smile that was plastered on his face.Â
"That was good.. really good"Â
"I know." You grinned. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as his tongue darted out to lick his slightly chapped lips.Â
"Do you play?"Â
Gojo hummed. "Nah. Iâd like to, but Iâm too busy with soccer."Â
"You play soccer?" You asked curiously.Â
"Yeah, you couldn't tell from my sweat?"
"I thought you just had a bad sweating problem."
Gojo let out a groan. "that's fuckin' embarrassing." He dragged a hand down his face.Â
a snort escaped you unknowingly, making him turn to look at you again, forcing you to bring your hand up to cover your mouth in embarrassment. "Sorry."Â
"For what?"
He did not care. like at all.Â
"Um.. nothing. So, is listening to me play the piano all you came back for?"Â
The hand that previously rubbed his face now made its way to the back of his neck, nervously rubbing it.
"Sort of, I came back mostly because I wanted to get to know you. I've never seen you before and I just.. I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime." His own words surprised him. That is not at all the reason he showed up.Â
A faint blush attacked your cheeks. "Really?" Your voice softened even more.
"Yeah, really."
You were hesitant, but eventually nodded. "I'd really like that."Â
But he was thankful his mouth spoke involuntarily. âYeah? Great, thatâs great..â Â
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Gojo gently closed the door behind him, letting out a tired sigh. His hands were covering the bottom half of his face, not being able to process the fact that he asked you out, and you said yes.Â
He began walking to his dorm, ready to tell Suguru what happened. His hands were shaky, opening up his phone to stare at the new contact on his list. Yours. He clicked on the edit button, replacing the number with your name.Â
âSuguru!â Gojo yelled after entering his room. âBro bro bro,â he smacked the exposed back of his friend, to which Suguru responded by smacking it away. âI did it, I asked her out and I got her number.âÂ
Suguru grunted. âSo?â
Gojo rolled his eyes. âDude, can you at least pretend to be proud of me? Fuck you so negative for?â
Suguru placed his phone down, shifting to lay against his elbow to face gojo. âJust confused and weirded out that youâre serious about a girl. Youâre always sleeping around so yeah, itâs fucking weird that youâre suddenly Mr. Lover Boy.âÂ
Gojoâs eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, I'm sorry if it's so "strange" for you to acknowledge that I can actually feel love."
He felt hurt at the fact that he was seen as incapable of feeling such strong sentiments towards someone. Yes, it was right that he used to stick his dick in every girl that would give him bedroom eyes in the past just for fun, but he's calmed down. And right now, he even more so now that you have entered his life, and he doesn't expect you to leave anytime soon.
"Your parents won't like it if they find out you're getting distracted."
Gojo's parents have this stupid belief that if a woman were to appear in his schedule, it would mess up his future. Soccer has been his top priority since grade school, having games every other month and practices every day for hours. Even when he tried explaining that he no longer enjoyed the sport, he got shamed.
"You have talent, son." His father would remind him.
But Gojo didn't want to kick around a ball.
He never wanted to.Â
He wanted to push his fingers down the keys of the piano, just like you did. He wanted to learn how to read music and to perform on big stages that didn't consist of roaring crowds cheering when a goal was scored, but a quiet audience that appreciated the art he was creating.
That was a dream that he cherished for years, keeping it a secret from everyone, especially from his un-supportive family. If they found out he would rather play an instrument rather than play a sport? Heâd be a huge disappointment.âÂ
"They don't have to know." Gojo shot back.
"They'll find out eventually. Just don't waste your time with her, we both know how batshit crazy your family is."
"I'm fucking aware and I don't need to hear it from you right now."
Suguru was sitting properly now, scowling up at the now agitated boy. He knew he was being an ass, but he was just looking out for gojo. At least, thatâs what he kept telling himself.
"You clearly do if you're actually considering going out with her."
"I'm not considering, I am going out with her."
It was a back and forth argument that seemed as if it had no end.
"Whatever, you better not come crying to me when they hear about this. You already know what I will say."
I told you so.Â
Gojo was already making his way to his room, shutting the door loudly. He hated getting reminded of his parents. Even in college when he thought he'd finally get away from them, they still continue to haunt him.
He fell over his bed, taking off his shirt and bringing the covers up to cover his torso. He took deep breaths, scrolling on his phone before opening up your contact again.
His fingers began moving.
SatoruÂ
'Hellooo. Me, you, cafe tomorrow?'
He held his breath, awaiting your response.Â
You replied shortly after, which he was thankful for.
You
'Hi! Yes sounds yum! what time?'
Skipping practice shouldn't harm him. He hasnât missed any yet, so itâd be his first strike. If it meant sacrificing it for you, he would do it.
'Does 3 work for you?'
'Mhmmm, I have to be back before 8 tho!'
He chuckled. Did you have a curfew at 20 years old?
'Alright, noted. See you then.'
'Okay goodnight ! <3'
Oh my god.Â
You sent a heart and you said goodnight.
That clearly meant something right? You are interested in him, you sent a heart. He bit his inner cheek to prevent a stupid giggle from slipping out. He hearted your message, exiting the app.
From outside his door, he could hear Suguru turn on the tv, probably to play some video game of his. Gojo sighed, standing up to go join him despite the previous argument. He was still his best buddy at the end of the day.
"Make room." He murmured, pushing the black haired boy's feet off the couch to make space for him to sit on.
Suguru handed him the second controller without a question, splitting the screen into two. They played in silence until the sun fully set and the moon rose.Â
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You patted down your blouse, turning to your side to stare at yourself in the mirror. Is this too little for a first date? Or was it too much? No boy has ever asked you out, not because you were unattractive, far from that actually, but because you always kept to yourself.
Many saw you as boring, shy, timid, unapproachable. But Gojo saw past that.
You did a little spin for yourself, showing off your pretty outfit. This should be good.
Gojo on the other hand was panicking as well.Â
He didn't know if he should just throw on another of his polo shirts or a sweater. He had his clothes spread out on his bed to make it easier for him to choose.
He settled on a brown patterned sweater with his white shirt underneath and his usual black jeans.Â
After receiving the message that you were ready, he rushed out the door, bringing the carâs engine to life.Â
Gojo went over potential lines, like the hopeless romantic he had grown to be.
"Looking as gorgeous as ever." No, way too soon to say that. "Nice rack." No no, definitely not that. Shit, should he have gotten you flowers? Wait, he doesn't know which you prefer. He should first figure that out and then get you some. You looked like a tulip girl, or maybe roses?Â
His nose scrunched up. Did he put on cologne today? Did he stink? what if you thought he smelt bad.Â
What about his hair? Did it look greasy? He took a double shower today, shaved his entire body, just in case.Â
All negative thoughts left his head once he reached your house. You were standing out there waiting for him, looking around cutely with your hair blowing around a bit from the winter wind.
He clenched his jaw close, not wanting it to fall open.
Your eyes landed on his car, face brightening. You gave him a little wave, adjusting the strap of your purse on your shoulder as you made your way down the street to him.
Gojo came back to earth, jumping out of his seat to go over to the passengers side, opening the door. "You're so pretty." he complimented, watching you sit down.
"Thank you!" You happily chirped.
He walked over to his side once again, typing out the location of the cafe on the console, previously where your address was written.
You both began with small talk. How your classes were going, why you even chose the university, all of that.Â
âSo, why soccer?â You asked.Â
âWell, like I said, my parents wanted me to do something impressive, y'know? Iâve been playing since I was like five. Itâs the only thing Iâm good at.â
âI highly doubt that.âÂ
Your words made his cheeks warm up.
âWhy piano?â He forced himself to speak, praying you hadn't noticed the way his hands were gripping the steering wheel.Â
You hummed in thought. âI donât know actually. Iâve always liked music and I thought the piano was cool, so I just stuck to it. I tried out guitar before but piano was easier for me.âÂ
Gojo listened intently, almost as if your words were the most important things to ever exist.Â
âI play for the school from time to time.âÂ
"Is that so? I'll go and support you if you promise to come to my game."
You nodded. "Deal! I'll even wear your jersey."
Fuck. he'd like that. a lot.
"Noted." A breathy chuckle left him.
Your destination wasn't far, but traffic made it seem as if it was. "Think we're here." He looked around, parking the car just as the generated voice set on the map spoke out.
'You have arrived.'
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The date went well, really well.
You even went as far as holding hands as the two of you made your way into the heart of the town center, admiring the Christmas decorations they had set up, laughing at the way they made The Grinch appear.Â
âHold on, stand over there let me take a picture!â He pointed over at the cardboard cutout of the character with a silhouette of a person with a hole cut out where the face should be, allowing people to place their head in.Â
You smiled after posing.Â
The phoneâs camera snapped, taking a couple of pictures.Â
âGorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.â Gojo grinned, showing you the captures he had taken to you once you made your way back to him.Â
âLetâs take one together!â You offered.Â
His heart beat overtook the holiday music playing, beating loud as hell as you got closer to him for the picture. He gulped, shyly wrapping his arm around your shoulder, forcing himself to look at the camera and not you.Â
But eventually the day came to an end, and with your curfew hour approaching, he drove you home.
"Hey so um, I was wondering if we could do this again soon?" He internally cringed at how desperate he sounded.
"Of course. I mean, obviously."
Satoru bit back a smile, knowing it was no use with the way his face was shifting to a soft pink color.
He pulled up to your now familiar house, watching you gather your things, unbuckling your seatbelt.
He quickly scrambled out of his seat, rushing over to your side to open the door. You chuckled at how hard he tried, but you appreciated it.
"Thank you."
You both stood in front of each other, the silence heavy. He leaned in, wanting to close the small distance in between you two, but the sound of your neighbor's dog barking snapped him back into reality.
He cleared his throat, taking a small step back. "So um, I'll see you."
"Yeah, see you." You took a couple of steps before turning back around. âI had a lot of fun today, Satoru.â
You reached up on your toes, pecking his cheek gently. A gasp broke from Gojo before hearing the soft clack of your heels disappear with every step you took up to your front door, turning around one last time to wave goodbye at him.
Gojo's hand slowly made its way to touch the area where you had kissed him.
There's no doubt.
He was in love.
Gojo made his way into his dorm room, locking it behind him.Â
He threw his sweater onto a chair, leaving him in his undershirt, making his way to the couch, plopping down on it. His forearm laid over his forehead thinking back to you and how well your date went.
He smiled softly, clearly satisfied.
Suguru heard the door close, indicating his friend had come home. He went out to greet him but the view of him laying on the couch, eyes closed but smile intact, his face shifted. He knew gojo was in too deep.
And he knew that sooner or later, shit would go down.
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"No no.. that one's an eight note." You pointed at the music sheets in front of you.
"It deadass looks like a sixteenth note." He argued.
"No it doesn't!"
"This is way too complicated.." Gojo groaned, resting his head on his hand all while he averted his gaze from the papers to your pretty face.
He admired you, hand already reaching to fix a strand of hair, thumb lingering on your cheek.
"Satoru focus.." You whined, clearly distressed that your date couldn't understand the difference between two notes.
"Can't. You're too pretty."
His lips grazed yours for just a second, and in that second alone he was able to tell that one kiss wasn't going to be enough.
Your hands placed themselves on his shoulders, previously on the piano seat, returning the sweet short pecks he kept initiating.
His hands went behind your back, bringing your body closer to his.
"Quarter note.. treple clef-" He mumbled against your lips.
"Treble clef." You corrected him.
"Whatever."
After four successful dates, Gojo finally got what, or who, he wanted. You. He finally got you.Â
And he was the happiest bastard on earth.Â
âWant to go to the mall, baby?â He said against your lips, tugging at your lower lip.Â
âMmm, yeah okay!â You chirped before wincing at his biting. âOuch! Toru!âÂ
He grinned, licking at where he bit. âSorry. I just love these pretty lips so much.âÂ
âYeah yeah..â You rolled your eyes, laughing at the sudden tickle attack he declared against your tummy, poking at the sides.Â
âLetâs get going.âÂ
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The shoes were put on display so any shoppers could get a brief glance at it before deciding if it was worth buying or not. You stared at them for a while. They were a pretty pair of Mary Jane's. Low heeled but had some chunk put into the platform part and they had a strap that wrapped around the ankle. The bow in the middle of it was small but it added so much to the design.
You always asked your mom for a pair whenever you went out with her and your sister. She always dismissed it, saying they were too expensive. But here they are, only $40.99. Your gaze turned to look at the big poster they had plastered on the window. a new month's deal. 'Buy one get one 50% off!'
Gojo approached you holding a bag full of pizza bits and a single large cup of lemonade intended for the both of you to share from Weltzels pretzels. He took the sight of you looking at a pair of shoes so intently, almost like you were debating buying them.
"Do you like those?" He asked, offering you the small warm bag of food before he took a sip of the drink in his hand. You happily accepted the treats before shrugging. "Not sure."
He hummed. "You've been staring at them for a while now."
"They just remind me of a pair I used to want when I was a kid. But they were always "too expensive" so my mom never got them for me. But she was always willing to drop a grand on bags she would never even use." You saw at the corner of your eyes Gojo reaching to grab a piece of the pizza from the bag.
He didn't say anything for a while, just staring at the shoes as well as he chewed on his pizza bit. Then, he turned and walked off into the store, leaving you standing confused. Your eyes followed as he talked to an employee, pointing at the pair of shoes displayed on the window. Specifically, the pair you wanted. The clerk nodded before disappearing behind the door that read 'workers only!'
"Um, baby?" You whispered out, following him inside the store to where Gojo was standing, still sipping onto his comically large drink.
"Uh hey what are you doing?" You asked once you reached him. He glanced back at you, reaching to grab another piece from inside the bag. "Checking if they have those shoes in your size."
You mumbled his name awkwardly as you shifted the now empty bag in your hands because that biggie ate them all. He took a bite from the treat before feeding it to you. "Shh, I'm working."
The worker returned with a box in his hand. "Size seven?" Gojo nodded, taking the box in his hands, gesturing for you to sit down on the seats provided by the store. "Hey you don't have to.."
"I know," he interrupted. "I want to."
He got down on one knee, placing the cup he was previously sipping on next to you. His hands moved to open up the shoe box, carefully taking out the pair of black mary janes. "Give me your foot" he patted his knee. "Here."
"I can put them on myself.."
"I want to, love." He said sternly, forcing your foot to rest on his knee. "I'm going to stain your pants-" you mumbled embarrassed. He squeezed your calf before slipping off the shoes you were wearing right now, grabbing the shoe, carefully putting it on your right foot. "Not too loose or tight?"
You shook your head. "No.. they're.. they're perfect." He hummed, his skilled fingers adjusted the strap on your ankle handling you like you were the most valuable thing to him. He looked up at you, his expression softened the second your eyes met. "Just like you." Your eyes widened the second he said that, blush overtaking your face.
You tried saying something but nothing came out. Not like you could with the way your throat was drying up. I mean, your boyfriend of what, a month (?) was offering to buy you these expensive shoes out of nowhere. You reached for the cup of lemonade next to you as he worked on your left foot, only to realize he already finished the drink as well.
Is this the type of greed they talk about in the bible?
"Stand up." he ordered in which you complied. You looked down at the fresh pair on your feet, walking around a bit to test them out.
"You like 'em?" he asked again. You turned to him, walking to be right next to him. "Yeah, I like them. A lot"
He hummed in acknowledgment. "Well, go and look for another pair. They have the bogo discount anyway, so might as well take advantage of it." He stood up, brushing his jeans from the small stain you left behind.
"No.. no that's too much! This is more than enough! Besides, you shouldn't be spending so much on me, you already paid for dinner today-"
"Baby, seriously. I don't care if I drop a grand on you, you can make it up to me by allowing me to kiss you numb. Go get another pair." He looked around the store before his eyes landed on a pair of converse. "Get some converse, your black ones are all beat up."
"I like them that way." You argued as you took off the shiny shoes before replacing them with said beat up converse. "Well I don't. makes you look like a sad homeless lady. I want my girl to have pretty clothes to match her pretty face."
You sighed, feeling your heart warm up.
"I'm not throwing these converse away. They hold too many memories."
His hand reached for yours. "Yeah no, we can burn them ceremonially later." He brought your hand up to his face, kissing your knuckles one by one with his pink tinted lips.
He was so entranced by your face, he failed to notice the pair of eyes staring you both down.Â
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âHey baby!â You cooâed into the phone, hearing your boyfriend's tired grunts from the other side.Â
âMorning my pretty girl.â He yawned, dragging a hand over his face.Â
âItâs four toru, did you just wake up?âÂ
Gojo carefully sat up, watching his bedsheets pool down at his lap, exposing his bare chest. His nipples hardened at the cold air, and he didnât have to be fully awake to know that he was hard.
Rock hard.Â
Your voice wasnât helping out at all.Â
âJust calling to ask if youâd like to come watch me perform later?âÂ
Your question snapped him from his horny ass thoughts. âWhat? Baby, youâre having a show later? Why didnât you tell me this earlier?âÂ
Usually, he knew when you had piano practices and performances.Â
âI just.. didnât know if you wanted to sit down for two hours.âÂ
Gojo sighed, not liking the way you even considered thinking he could be bored from watching you do what you love.Â
âIf it meant watching my girl play, Iâd gladly sit down for more than a couple hours. I can sit for decades.âÂ
âToru..âÂ
âIâll be there. When did you say it was again?â He rubbed at his eyes, feeling his crusties fall down.Â
âToday at seven.âÂ
He froze for a split second, remembering he had practice. It had completely slipped from his mind.
âSeven..â He repeated softly to himself. Practice was at five, and it lasted two hours and a half.Â
He had gotten in trouble from ditching last time so he could take you out. âThree strikes, youâre out.â But it would only be his second. He could handle another scolding from his coach. His voice was already echoing through his mind.Â
The pause rushed to fill it. âItâs okay if you canât. I know Iâm asking last minute, it was just-âÂ
âIâll be there,â he cut in.Â
âAre you sure-âÂ
âPositive. I'm positive sweetheart.â His voice was firmer now.Â
âWait, donât you have practice today?â You faintly remembered him telling you a couple days back how his schedule had changed from practice going from every even day to every odd day.Â
âYeah, but you really think I need it? Iâm as ready as everâÂ
âToru..â
âSeriously baby, Iâll be there for you.â His eyes shifted back down to his raging boner. â..Can you come over before you go over to set up your piano though?âÂ
âOh, yeah, is something wrong?âÂ
â... Just need you.âÂ
Gojo wasnât a virgin, far from that actually. but with the way his body was warming up and heart beating a thousand miles an hour, he could be mistaken as one.
He waited patiently for you to arrive at his dorm.Â
Fuck.Â
Would your panties be pink? Or would they be black.Â
Or better yet, blue?Â
âYo.â Geto knocked at Gojoâs door, despite it already being cracked open. âIâm heading out now to go to practice. You coming?âÂ
âUh, yeah. I just need to do something quick then Iâll make my way over.âÂ
âDonât miss again. The coach will be on your ass like last time.â He chuckled, waving bye at the white haired boy.Â
Gojo bit the inside of his cheek, laying back on his arms, deep in his thoughts as always. You were worth it.Â
Thatâs not a question.
âą
âOh my god, fuck. Yes baby, fuck!â Gojo closed his eyes, panting like a damn dog on a sunny day.Â
The way your puffy folds were stretched over him only encouraged him to go faster and harder, hitting your cervix at a perfect angle.Â
âPretty fucking pussy, youâre so goddamn pretty, look at you.â
Your performance dress was sitting on the ground while your panties were ripped in the middle, right at your entrance.Â
âToru!â
You whimpered, hiding your face in his pillow. "Don't hide yourself from me, baby. wanna see ya.â
The headboard was hitting against the wall with a thud and Gojo could only pray that the other students staying at the dorms couldnât hear them. Â
He buried himself deeper into your cunt, bottoming out.Â
âYouâre too bigâŠâ you squealed, gripping onto the now wet bedsheets.Â
âI know. And youâre too tight.âÂ
His hand shifted to grope your ass, fondling the plush meat, hips not stopping or slowing.Â
Your breathless pleas were like music to his ears.Â
âMy pretty girlfriend.. mmm arenât you so pretty?â he praised. The veins in his arms were more evident now. One was appearing on his forehead in concentration, trying to figure out the best way to make you cum.Â
You were a virgin after all.Â
Profanities spilled from both your lips, feeling yourself clench harder around him. A ring of pre was forming just at the base of his cock, like a damn tattoo.Â
âBabe! T-think Iâm close!â
He grunted lowly. âDonât cum just yet.â The squelches have now turned sloppier, and louder, and hotter.Â
His white bangs were sticking to his forehead no thanks to the thin layer of sweat that had formed.Â
âNot done with you yet.âÂ
His hands placed themselves both on your hips, thick fingertips rubbing you lovingly before flipping you over without slipping out.Â
He wasted no time smacking at your cunt, watching your wetness fly into the air with each spank.Â
âSatoruâŠ!â You felt lightheaded in the best way possible. Your drool dripped down your chin, watching him thrust in and out. The hair that trailed down his belly button to join his pubes just made you tighten onto his aching cock even more.Â
How could your boyfriend be this beautiful?Â
Gojo hesitated, pulling you closer to his hips, latching a hand lightly to your neck.Â
âIs this okay?âÂ
You nodded feeling him squeeze it.Â
The sounds of your breathy moans, messy cunt along with the smack of his balls that hit your ass with every thrust had you both in a trance.
So much so that you didnât seem to notice the door shutting and the sudden appearance of Geto who was frozen in his place, looking absolutely mortified.Â
âWhat the fuck.âÂ
His voice broke through your needy whines. âSatoru!â This time his voice sounded harsher, angrier.Â
Gojoâs movements came to a halt, keeping his grip on your waist. His body covered you, blocking you from his friends' view. But he knew for a fact that Geto already had in mind who was in the bed with him.Â
You quickly brought the sheets to your chest in an attempt to cover yourself. Â
â... Ever heard of knocking?â Gojo mumbled.Â
âThe door was fucking open. I could see you from the kitchen.â Geto did not advance from his spot on the doorframe. âDonât tell me you actually got with her.â
Gojo hasn't told him about the two of you yet. Or anyone really.Â
You never questioned it, thinking heâd want to take it slow before he introduced you to his friends let alone family. You had just started dating a couple weeks back. But the way his friend said it âdonât tell me you actually got with her.â left a bad taste in your mouth.Â
What did he mean by that?Â
âGeto, seriously get out of the room.âÂ
âYour parents are going to kill you Satoru,â He was more animated now, hands waving in the air angrily. His own thoughts didnât let him process the way Gojo used his last name on him. âArenât you supposed to be at practice right now? What the hell are you doing man-â
âI said get out!â Youâve never heard Gojoâs voice beam like that.Â
Ever. Â
It got across though. Geto slammed the door shut, storming off.Â
Gojo sighed, staring at the wall before averting his gaze down to you, smiling softly. âGuess the moment is over, huh?âÂ
Your fingers twitched on his shoulders, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. âWhyâd he say that?âÂ
His eyebrows furrowed, face shifting to one of concern at your shaky voice.Â
âHey hey, baby, itâs okay shh..âÂ
His softening cock slipped out of you with a small pop, arms circling around you to bring you into a hug.Â
âMy family.. Is an ass. A big fucking ass. Theyâre strict with me, especially my love life. They think they know whatâs best for me but fuck, no they dont. I know whatâs right for me and thatâs you, love. Itâs you.âÂ
His lips grazed at your cheek, pecking lightly.Â
âItâs been you since I laid eyes on you.âÂ
âą
His words looped over and over in your head as you mentally prepared yourself for your upcoming performance.Â
From behind the curtain, you peeked out to see him sitting in his designated seat, head tilted down at his digital camera, adjusting the settings, waiting for you to come out so he could preserve the moment forever.Â
Your teeth sank into the inside of your cheek, now becoming a new habit of yours, pacing back into the backstage area.Â
If you've practiced the song multiple times, you shouldnât be nervous.Â
Right?
Wrong.Â
Because the problem wasnât the notes or the tempo, it was that youâd chosen this song with him in mind.Â
âWant to watch La La Land?â Satoru mumbled earlier that month, scratching the back of his neck while the other lazily clicked away at the remote control.Â
âSure!â You tossed the blanket over your bodies, snuggling close to his warm bare chest. âHow are you not cold?â You pressed your cheek against him.Â
âHm?â His eyes landed on you after pressing âplayâ. âI am cold. I just want to show off my amazing muscles to my amazing girl.âÂ
âWeirdo.âÂ
Neither of you have watched the film before. but somehow ended up falling in love with it. You with the music, and him with the storyline.Â
âI hope we never end up like them.â His voice was a whisper, silently wrapping his arms tight around you.
âToru-â
âNever, ever leaving you, baby. Fuck soccer and you know what, fuck piano too. Donât leave me.âÂ
You heard your name be called out, indicating you were next.Â
You quickly patted down your skirt with trembling hands, stepping in front of the mirror to make sure your hair, makeup, posture, everything was perfect.
The stage manager gave you a nod and you finally stepped out.Â
His eyes landed on you immediately, smiling lovingly up at you. You could feel your chest tighten as you sat at the piano, fingers already hovering over the keys.Â
From the distance, you could hear the sound of something clicking, his camera.Â
You inhaled before pushing down your fingers, allowing the melody to unfold. Youâd discreetly look over at him, seeing how he stared at you so preciously.Â
By the final note, your hands had stopped shaking.Â
The room erupted in applause, the loudest coming from Satoru. You bowed, eyes never leaving him even when you stepped offstage, rushing towards him.Â
âSatoru!âÂ
He didnât let another word come out of you, automatically cupping your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours.Â
âSuch a cruel girl.â He pecked again. âYou picked that song on purpose didnât ya?â
You giggled. âMaybe.âÂ
His thumb rubbed under your eye gently.Â
âYou did amazing, sweetheart.âÂ
âą
Satoru has come to notice that the only way you were able to practice piano was using the schoolâs.Â
And with Christmas approaching, he figured itâd only be appropriate if he got you one of your own.Â
His hands covered your eyes, leading you carefully to the living room where your present was.Â
âAlright, 3..2..1.âÂ
His hands fell allowing you to see. you blinked, eyes adjusting to the bright lights on the tree.
Your jaw dropped.Â
In front of you was none other than a console piano. It wasnât like the one in the music room where you practiced in and the only place you knew that had the instrument available for use, but regardless it was beautiful.Â
And completely yours.Â
âYou like it?â He asked, rubbing your back. You nodded excitedly. âOf course I do! Thank you!â Your face was as bright as the Christmas lights, beaming at the new piano that sat in your living room.Â
âI'm glad..â he whispered, letting go of you so you could look at it closer.Â
You squealed, slightly jumping up and down at it. he groaned at the recoil of your ass which was visible under your plaid skirt.Â
âIt's so gorgeous!â your fingers pushed down on the keys.Â
âJust like you.âÂ
âSo cheesyâ You said before bursting into laughter as his hands found your stomach, tickling you. You braced yourself on the piano's surface. That's when you felt it.Â
His very prominent boner that was straining his pants.Â
Gojo noticed that you noticed.Â
A smirk appeared on that stupid face of his. âHow about we check how sturdy this sucker is.â He placed a hand on your gift.Â
Gojoâs hips snapped forward with a ruthless pace, each thrust making you hit against the brand new instrument and begin to rattle with all his strength.
His breath was coming out in short pants, chest pressed up against your back, pinning you harder against the surface of the piano. You whispered out his name like a prayer, every sound you made reached his ears and that only seemed to push him even further.
âSo goddamn beautiful.â He praised.
At some point, words became too difficult for you to say, resulting in you answering with only moans and whimpers. gojoâs fingers were digging into your hips, leaving crescent like marks on them. He kept pounding into you harshly, tip already brushing against a sweet spot inside you.
âRight there!â You begged along with a loud mewl.
Your skirt was bunched up in his hands, almost tearing the fabric apart as he felt himself grow closer.Â
âHere?â he began going deeper, watching you fall apart. The bounce of your ass was not helping, especially with the way it slapped against his thighs. His lower lip was in between his teeth, letting out grunts of his own spill.Â
You were both thankful your parents werenât home. He wouldnât want to ruin the image they had of him this quickly. Of the perfect guy for their daughter already fucking her numb over her christmas present.Â
âThink mâcummin!â You sobbed out, reaching behind you to grab his waist for support. He cooâed softly, hand leaving your skirt to hold your hand in his. âMe too baby, letâs finish together alright? I'm cumming inside you. no way am i able to pull out this tight fuckin pussy.â
You nodded.Â
âPlease fill me up!â Gojo grinned once he heard that. âIf ya say so darling.âÂ
Your legs gave up on you at the feeling of his warm seed filling you to the brim. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth open with sounds still coming out as your orgasm hit you as well.Â
âGood girl baby.â His arms were wrapped around your waist, pecking your temple lovingly. âStay with me..âÂ
You both stayed in that position, dick still twitching inside you before softening, forcing him to slip out with a loud squelch that made you cringe.Â
âMâguessing you loved your gift?â He reached down for your panties, sliding them back on you but not before watching his semen ooze out of your cunt along with yours. He fought the urge to stick his tongue in you to clean the mess up, but he could tell you were already overstimulated, so he decided to eat you out some other time.Â
And by that I mean in a few hours.Â
âYeah.. thank you.. so much..â You whimpered at the sting on your ass after he slapped it. Gojo quickly zipped his pants back up, pushing his hair back with a pant.Â
âOf course my love. you better play me every song you know on it.âÂ
âWill do..â you smiled weakly up at him.Â
âI'm gonna go get ya water, cmon sit down on the couch sweetheart.âÂ
You did as he said, carefully sitting down. The feeling of his cum sticking to your panties just made you clench your thighs.Â
Why did he have to be so sexy?Â
You stared back at your piano, admiring it. You were already thinking of all the songs you would play from sunrise to sunset.Â
Gojo walked back to the living room holding a glass of water, handing it over.Â
âMy final game is coming up.. So I have lots of practice to do. Hope the piano keeps you occupied while Iâm away.â His arm wrapped over your shoulder, bringing you closer.Â
âMmmm thatâs right.âÂ
âWanna head over to a restaurant, baby?â He never hesitated in asking you, and he urged you to never be afraid in asking him for whatever you desired.Â
âIâd really love that.âÂ
âGood good, letâs get going then.â He stood up, offering his hand to you.Â
âUh, no way am I going out to eat like this.âÂ
His eyebrow twitched in confusion. âLike what?âÂ
You motioned downstairs, lifting your skirt to show off the wet mess.Â
Gojo laughed, smacking your thigh lightly. âNo no, you gotta head out like that.â
âAbsolutely not!âÂ
âą
The dinner consisted of nothing but him staring at you.
âBabe, eat.â You urged.
âCanât, the view is too nice.âÂ
After eating out, you both settled in heading over to his place.Â
His laugh quieted down as he pulled into the parking lot, seeing two familiar snow colored haired people. He could feel his heart sink and blood boil.Â
âStay here darling.â He ordered you, squeezing your thigh. You mumbled a soft âokâ, attempting to look behind you out the window to see what was going on.
He got out of the vehicle, walking around to where the people he wanted to see the least were standing. His mother was biting her nails anxiously like a mad woman. His father had his arms crossed over his chest, a serious look displayed on his face.Â
Then there was Suguru. looking as guilty as ever.
And it didnât take a genius to figure out what was going on.Â
âIs that the girl?â His mother asked. She had never expected her son to be going out with a girl instead of sticking to his schedule. How dare he? âIs that your little girlfriend?â Her voice rose up.Â
âWhat did we say about relationships?â his father reminded him.Â
But all gojo could think about was the fact that they found out because of the tan boy standing not far away.Â
âAre you fucking kidding me.â He stared at the one person he thought he could trust. His hands shot out to grab Suguru's shirt collar.Â
âYou told them?!â He was practically screaming in his face. But Suguru kept looking unbothered, as if he didnât practically ruin Gojoâs life right now.Â
âSon, calm down.â Gojo's father said sternly.Â
âNo, no how the hell am I supposed to calm down. You all keep getting in the way of my life. My life!â He was at the point of crying tears out of frustration.Â
âShe is just a girl, Satoru.â His mother said. âShe wooâed you with a few tunes so what, itâs not going to bring money into the family, is it? You need to find yourself a good woman. But right now, your focus is on your career. Not a girlfriend, and especially not her.âÂ
âYou are no longer the one to decide what you think is best for me. I love her, mom. I don't care what you think, just know that I am not listening to anything you say.âÂ
That shut his mom up real quick, shooting him a death glare, one that would have 6 year old Gojo in tears by now. But he kept his head high.Â
âSatoru, you have to understand that we want whatâs best for you.âÂ
âNo,â He interrupted, turning to look at his father now. âYou want whatâs best for you.â
He then turned his head towards Suguru, whose eyes were set on his shoes, knowing he completely lost his best friend's trust. It's not like he had a choice either but to tell the truth. His and Gojo's family were close, and he knew that if he were to lie to Gojos parents when they asked him why the coach had informed them that their son was on the verge of being kicked from the team, the families would have even more conflicts.Â
Gojo wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but instead he walked right past the new stranger.Â
âCan you hear me out for a second.â Geto caught up to him, ignoring the putrid sobs coming from Mrs. Gojo. âSatoru.â he called out.Â
âLook man, did you really expect me to lie when they came to the dorm, worried sick that you missed two practices? What was I supposed to say?âÂ
âTell them I was sick, that an emergency came up, I donât know but you couldâve come up with a shitty excuse.âÂ
âJust for them to find out I didn't tell the truth and have our families fight over me being a liar?!âÂ
Gojo was breathing heavily, eyebrows furrowed and jaw set tight. but his face fell as soon as he remembered you were still in the car.Â
He shook his head. âThey can stay the fuck out of my life. And so can you.âÂ
Geto froze at that. âYou donât mean that.âÂ
âTrust me, I mean every bit.â The air around them felt heavy. âYou chose them over me.â
âGojo, the families-âÂ
âYou're just a damn puppet. Same as I was, but I learned to stop playing the role. Do you think they actually see you as their son? They see you as an accomplishment.â
He rushed down the stairs, approaching his car where you were still in, head hung low nervously as you played with the skin around your fingernails, clearly worried. His parents were standing outside the building, shooting dirty looks towards your way.Â
âI'm driving you home.â Gojo said after entering the car, closing the door shut and clicking his seatbelt on. âMind if I stay with you for a bit, baby?â
His eyes met yours.Â
â⊠Did they want us to break up?â You asked quietly, scared to hear his response.Â
He immediately grabbed your hand in his to reassure you. âYou know I would never ever do that. You're everything to me no matter what they think or say, I'm not letting things end between us. Got it?âÂ
You hesitated, not wanting his parents to hate their only son because he chose you over them. âBut what if theyâre right? What if you can do better?âÂ
You heard.Â
Of course you heard. Not like they were being quiet.Â
His hold tightened. âDon't you start with that.â That's the last thing he said as he drove to yours, address no longer needed on the ups no thanks to the amount of times heâs been over.Â
You worried over what his family would think of him now.Â
Would they hate him because of you?Â
âą
The bed felt surprisingly cold.
Your boyfriend's back was turned towards you and even though his back muscles were on full display, you couldnât ogle without having something eating you up from the inside.Â
âToru.. baby can we talk about earlier?â
âLove, if youâre going to tell me that theyâre right I swear to god-â
âNo,â You sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it down to the small of his back. âI just.. I feel like we shouldnât wait until morning to discuss it.âÂ
Begrudgingly, Satoru turned around, meeting eyes with you. âI will never ever break up with you because my family thinks they know what is best for me. I cut them off on the spot. Theyâve got no say in what I do with my life nor with the woman I love. I told you once and Iâll tell you again. I love you, okay?â
Your heart warmed and you felt your worriness ease. âI love you too.âÂ
âIâve been wanting to get rid of them for a long ass time anyways.â He yawned, throwing an arm around your waist. âJust finally got a good excuse to do so.âÂ
Your lips met in a small but sweet peck.Â
âNow letâs go to sleep.. Big game tomorrow.âÂ
âą
Suguru seems to not have caught on to the fact that his former best friend no longer wanted to be a part of his life anymore.Â
âSatoru, seriously letâs talk.â He begged like a desperate ex.Â
The white haired boy only rolled his eyes in response, walking past him to reach his locker. âI donât need you messing with my head before the game. Told you to stay the fuck away from me and I meant it.âÂ
He quickly tugged off his shirt and replaced it with his white and teal jersey before slamming his locker shut and turning to walk out. Suguruâs hand placed itself on Satoruâs chest only to get pushed off almost immediately.Â
Satoru walked out, hearing the sound of the crowd cheering. He looked around until he spotted you sitting not too far from the front.Â
He smiled stupidly at himself knowing he was right where he wanted to be.Â
âą
You stared at him like he grew three heads.Â
âUhh yeah babe, I think I remember our whole love story. I was there.âÂ
âOkay well yes but Iâm retelling it because.. Because..â Satrou groaned, looking off to the side where two waitresses were standing, nodding at them.Â
Before you could look towards the direction he was staring at, a familiar song started playing.Â
Love me.Â
The same one you played for him all those years ago.Â
âOh, hey-âÂ
âShhh..â He brought a finger up to your lips before standing up. Satoru reached into his pocket pulling out a small black box. âBaby.. light of my life.âÂ
Your eyes watered, already knowing where this was going.Â
He got down on one knee.Â
âWill you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?â
I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
i may have impulsively started writing something⊠this is gonna be a oneshot but a bit of a long one iâve written a decent amount (itâs abt to be 5 am i need sleep) but itâs the dumbest shit iâve ever written and itâs just reader being extremely horny for satoru
what itâs like to be in a secret relationship with satoru. nsfw 18+ mdni.
you never intended to keep your romantic relationship with satoru a secret from the people you know, especially to your close friends.
breaking the news to them had obviously crossed your mind already. but things happened: shoko and utahime moved to a different city right after their engagement, suguru became extremely busy managing his newly opened cafe downtown, sukuna is on a tournament for professional boxing, and yuki seems to be touring the world (sheâs always on vacation!).
planning hangouts with the entire friend group in attendance became elusive. everyoneâs schedule just cannot seem to align; one or two people are always unavailable due to schedules set weeks prior.
before you knew it, months had passed. then months turned into a year.
of course, you still have regular communication with one another. you would sometimes come and watch sukunaâs boxing fights in your spare time then drink the night away afterward at his place with other mutual friends. satoru would be there as well. and when it isnât so busy during the day, suguru would temporarily entrust the cafe to his staffs to meet the both of you over lunch.
aside from that, it has also been a part of your weekly routine to have a video call with the girls to gossip and talk about any happenings from your lives. yes, you couldâve mentioned it during one of the calls, but it just didnât feel the right way to do so.Â
what you and satoru have is not just a fling nor a friends-with-benefits setup. thus, announcing it in person felt imperative. after all, you both share the same close friends so this affects the dynamics of your circle.
though youâd be lying if you say you donât enjoy the secrecy of your relationshipâdisappearing from sukunaâs house parties to have a sloppy make out session with satoru in the bathroom, or him sneaking a kiss on your cheek whenever you are on the phone with the girls; he would always wait patiently next to you on his couch, and once your face is slightly out of view from the screen⊠smooch!
caught off guard, you would turn your camera off and glare at him, but the moron had already run off with a big smile on his face, followed by silent giggles (since your mic is still on) like he had just successfully pulled off a high-risk task.
yes, you like the intimacy of a secret relationship. how you and satoru share the same truth only you can touch. there is a certain thrill that could never be experienced in an ordinary relationship, and you found it to be quite addicting.
one time, suguru pointed out how you and satoru would often arrive at the meet up place together. always coming from the same direction at the same time, he said. you just shrugged and feigned innocence by calling it a mere coincidence.
later on while enjoying the meal, satoru sneakily moved his hand under the table to caress your thigh underneath the dress, as if teasing you for how you spouted a white lie off your mouth so naturally. he drew slow and lazy circles over your soft skin as he simultaneously talked to suguru in front.
satoru did it in such a casual manner, not even sparing you a look, and thus, he was oblivious about the redness on your cheeks and the brewing desire in your core. you pressed his fingers, a signal for him to stop, but all you got from your boyfriend was a quick glance and a mocking smirk.Â
soon after, you excused yourself to go to the restroom; he then followed the lead saying, he just needs to make a phone call.Â
and there in the cramped restroom cubicle, satoru pulled his slacks and boxers down, clung your thigh over his arm, and pulled your underwear to the side. the way he did it was so abrupt and impatient you swore you heard a thread snap from your lace thong.Â
he fucked you with much eagerness and gentle frustration; you can tell that he, too, was craving for your body just as you were craving for hisâas if the pretense that afternoon had been too unbearable and all he wanted was to be all over his girlfriend.
you held onto satoruâs shoulders for support, gave his neck wet kisses as he pulled his massive cock in and out of you. the tissue dispenser mounted on the partition next to you rattled from how hard he was thrusting into your wet and tight pussy. squelching sounds and your breathy moans fused with the distant indiscernible chatter from customers filled up the space.
sure, the thrill of it was fun and exciting. but enough time has gone by. and both of you are growing tired of treading the line between secrecy and passion. satoru wants to share his love for you to other people. he craves of being able to hold your hand in the streetsâwhen youâre walking alongside each otherâwithout the fear that a mutual friend might see. he wants to take you out on a date at his favorite fancy restaurants, not just to the hole-in-the-wall cafes. the takeouts at his place were also just as fun because itâs always followed by rough sex on his bed. but. but. satoru yearns for more. he wants to flaunt you, his oh so lovely girlfriend.
you have this pure and honest love resting on the palm of your handsâstill growing and vulnerableâand a voice inside your head wants you to keep it hidden. it whispers in your ear telling you to just leave things as they are; no one can ruin something they have no knowledge about. but the better part of you knows that a relationship shadowed by limitations would never prosper and last. what you feel for satoru doesnât have to be loudâit only has to be free.
and so youâve made up your mind.
shoko and utahimeâs wedding will be held today and itâs your chance. of course you donât want to steal the thunder from the soon-to-be newlyweds, so you plan to do it tomorrow, during the post-wedding lunch with the close friends. everyoneâshoko, utahime, yuki, suguru, and sukunaâwill be there and you refuse to let this opportunity pass.
the first thing you notice as you enter the bride suite is the makeup lined up on the vanity tablesâliquid foundations in different shades, eyeshadow palettes from multiple brands, and lipsticks in every possible shade imaginable. and thereâsitting in one of the vanity chairsâis your best friend utahime. you read the word written on the back of her chairâin white font and a beautiful cursive it says âbrideâ. you see her smile from the mirror reflection.
you ask if sheâs nervous. utahime just shakes her head; she says sheâs never been more sure about anything ever in her life.
you hate to admit it but you are a sucker for weddings. the abundance of love radiating from everybody never fails to make you emotional. friends and families. friends turned into families. celebrating the union between two people. the wedding vows. the lengthy speeches during the reception. they collectively pull the lever to your fountain of tears.
when it is your turn to have your makeup done, you sit at one of the unoccupied vanity chairs. the future newlyweds went all out and hired four hair and makeup artists so the preparation is more efficient.
minutes later, as the artist is applying eyeshadow on your lids, you hear a familiar ringtone.
your ringtone.
yuki, whose makeup is already finished, grabs your phone from a nearby couch and looks at the screen. âsomeone is calling you- who is this âmy loveâ?â she asks with an inquisitive tone.
shit. shit. shit.
why is satoru calling you? and now when you are currently glued to the vanity chair, defenseless against the possible scrutiny from your girl friends. you eyes remain closed as the artist continues on her work; you canât tell where yuki is standing.Â
grabbing the phone from her hand is impossible. youâre fucked. no. maybe you can reason your way around it. before your brain could even make up a weak excuse, yuki had already answered the call and set your phone on speaker.
you feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as you hear the voice of your satoru. âbaby, you forgot your heels in the car. should i bring it to you?â you held your breath. you feel your insides getting twisted. itâs as if your brain has short-circuited; words, excuses, start to hover around your head like a murder of crowsâcawing, awaiting for a release that never came.
and just like that, the secret is out. getting busted out about your year-long relationship with satoru through an unsuspecting phone call wasnât the plan, but here goes nothing.
only the clank of makeup brushes can be heard as the artists remain impassive on what is happening. you bite your bottom lip. there is no way in hell that your friends would not recognize his voice.
the moment they connect the dot and register it in their headâthe contact name and the man in the other lineâcollective gasps echo from different parts of the room.
âwhat the fuck, gojo? is that you?â yukiâs high pitched voice almost makes you wince.
âuhh. . . haha. . .â he clears his throat. âno, who is gojo satoru?â
âjackass! she didnât even say satoru,â utahime interjects.
âwait, t-the signal here is bad,â you hear indistinct shuffling noises in satoruâs background, âh-hello? can you hear me? he-â
and the call ends.
you sense the piercing glares from your friends, âyou have got some explaining to do,â said utahime.
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