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void in blue (gojo satoru) — chapter two

pairing ; satoru gojo x reader (suguru's sister)

words ; 2.6k

summary ; you and satoru are forced to spend more time with each other.

warning(s) ; mentions of sex, sexual tension, gojo clan being gojo clan, swearing,

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As if there was some type of cosmic joke that the universe was trying to play on you, your car wouldn’t start the next morning. 

Something, something about the engine being neglected due to your lack of travel, something, something you really didn’t care about. You reluctantly opened up your phone and dialed Satoru’s phone number, hating the way that your voice lit up in order to ask him for a ride. You were going to the same place anyways, and honestly, it was the least that he could do. After all, it was his idea to have you come to the Gojo estate in order to talk to the elders about this whole marriage prospect. 

The sunlight shined ridiculously on the pavement, a testament to just how hot it was supposed to get today. You hadn’t gone outside in so long that even the breeze felt foreign to you, swaying the tree above you as you waited for Gojo to pull up in his car. He was running late, as always, figures that he wouldn’t even be able to muster up the ability to arrive on time to something as important as this meeting. The elders must already hate you and now they were definitely going to hate you more now that you were going to be late. 

Or was that your incessant pessimism speaking? 

After Satoru left last night, you barely got any sleep. How were you supposed to get sleep when you were told that you basically don’t have a choice in your future, that you were to marry someone that you detested? You couldn’t believe that less than a year ago you considered Satoru your friend, and that he felt the same way about you and your brother. Had you been so blinded by the simpleness of it all that you failed to see all the flaws in his character? Had Suguru met the same fate? 

Did Suguru know this was going to happen? That they were planning on marrying you off? You would like to think that he had no idea, but you hadn’t talked to your brother in years. The only things that you knew of him were from secondhand stories, and who knew if those were even truthful. 

Satoru’s black mazda came into view and you were quick to open the passengers door and head inside. There was a song playing in the background as you two sat in silence, something you didn’t know the lyrics to but thanked for its ability to stall your thoughts. That’s all that you tend to do these days — think. It was nice to get a reprieve. In all honesty, you were starting to get sick and tired of the four walls of your apartment and watching the world from the outside. Sure, the Gojo estate wasn’t that far and you wouldn’t be there for very long, but it was something. Some type of normalcy in a world that didn’t make sense to you anymore. 

“Are you okay?” Satoru finally asked, his tone laced with a certain apprehension. You could tell that he was trying to keep the waters calm, to not try and make you angry like he had done last night. Which, you realized, was pretty easy to do for Satoru. Even when the two of you were close, he had a way of getting on your nerves. Whether it be from his recklessness to his spontaneity, or the fact that he simply liked to make you mad when you were younger. Pick on your best friend's little sister was his favorite game, and you fell for it every single time. No matter how many punches he earned from Suguru, he would always tease you. He never meant it in earnest. 

You stared out the window, looking at the passing cars on the road. “Do I look okay?” 

“I know that this is difficult, so you can stop acting like I’m the bad guy here.” 

“Difficult doesn’t even begin to cover it,” You muttered. 

A sigh left his lips, one that made you turn your attention towards him. “I never wanted this for you,” Satoru admitted quietly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I always knew that they were going to make me marry someone, but I always thought, I don’t know, it would be to someone who I didn’t know.” 

Silence fell again, heavy and suffocating. The type that you hated. You didn’t know that about Gojo. You always thought that he didn’t care about what the clan had to say about his life. And maybe he didn’t, but that didn’t stop from the responsibilities that loomed over his head for being the strongest. It was something that had been drilled into his head since he was a young child. A part of you thought that maybe it was good that you were chosen, so that someone else didn’t have to take the position of being his wife. What better person to use than someone who didn’t have a family to interject or a place in this world? No one knew Gojo better than you did, despite the fact that you wished otherwise. 

No one alive, anyway.

“Do you even care that I don’t want this?” You asked, clenching your jaw. 

He shrugged nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. “Does it matter?” 

Does it matter?

“Of course it matters,” You snapped. “This isn’t some game, Satoru. It’s my life.” 

Satoru glanced at you, for only a brief moment of time, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Well, technically it’s both our lives now,” He said, as if he was trying to make a joke. “But isn’t it exciting? Marrying the infamous Satoru Gojo?” 

“You’re insufferable,” You muttered, turning your gaze back to the passing scenery. 

Satoru chuckled softly, a sound that you found irritatingly charming. “You’ll get used to it.” 

You were about to say something else, but you were stopped by the car coming to a halt. A tall, ever so imposing black mesh fence was in front, the grounds to a large estate across the way. The trip to the estate was over, all that was left was for the two of you to be cleared to go inside to face the elders. 

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Whatever attempts that you thought that you could have at destroying this entire idea of marrying Satoru Gojo was out of the question the minute you stepped into that room with the elders. It made you cringe to even think about; them talking to you like you were a child and how you needed to get over yourself for the greater good (of course, they would never outright say that, and used rather pretty words to get the point across). There seemed to simply be no way to get out of this, and so, now you were trying to come to terms with even the slightest idea that you were to marry your brother’s killer. They’d made comments about how you and him used to be close, and perhaps yes, there was a point in your life where marrying Satoru wouldn’t be the end of the world. 

There was even a point in your life where you could say that you felt some sort of romantic feeling for him. You could remember the day vividly, when you were begging Suguru to let you hang out with him one evening as teenagers, or to at least take you out so that you could buy something from the convenience store. You claimed that it was because you wanted to spend time with your brother, not because you wanted to see his handsome best friend as he sat on the edge of Suguru’s bed tossing some type of sugary snack into his mouth. Suguru acted like it was the end of the world and it was Satoru who told you that he would accompany you to the convenience store. He even paid for your copious amounts of gummies that you grabbed, mumbling something about how he would take one of them for compensation later. You could remember your stomach flipping over by the way that he looked at you, all grins and bright eyes behind his dark circle sunglasses. He had to lean down so that he could talk to you, saying how he was two years older and it would be rude of you to be mean to your brother's best friend. 

Things were so much simpler then, well over ten years ago when you didn’t have to worry about anything other than practicing the perfection of your cursed technique, nothing like what you worried about now. 

The idea of marrying Satoru got easier with time, although you could still argue that spending this much time with him was going to give you a headache. 

Even now a few days later from that meeting with the elders, as you and him sat down on your kitchen island with bags filled with sushi dinner, you couldn’t help but be annoyed by the way that he was so blatantly perfect. 

After everything that happened, how was he so damn perfect? 

The two of you had spent the last few days together, at least trying to make being in each other's company somewhat bearable. Most of it was spent getting food, going for walks, and watching whatever the two of you decided to agree on after at least ten minutes of arguing. He always wanted to watch some stupid funny movie or a rom-com, something that you hadn’t given yourself the pleasure to watch since Suguru’s passing. It was like you weren’t allowed to be happy after he was gone, like it was some sort of betrayal towards him. 

It was weird. Though you wouldn’t outright say that Satoru’s company has been nice, there was something good about spending time with someone rather than being locked up in this apartment alone. You could feel yourself beginning to seek his company when he left late at night, or how you would sit at your phone waiting for a text from him to schedule the next thing. His approval never meant so much to you as it did now, like how last night you beamed after he told you ‘good job’ for choosing a movie that actually wasn’t ‘depressing and sucky’ as he liked to put it. 

You tried to say that it was because you were lonely. 

Nothing else.

“You have to try the unagi roll from this place, best I’ve ever had,” Satoru commented, snapping you out of your autopilot of thoughts and movements from trying to rationalize whatever this was you were feeling towards your husband to be. He sat down at the counter and took the rest of the packaging from the bag, setting it down between the two of you and snapping his chopsticks to use them. There were other things in between the two of you too, other types of sushi and a tiny mix of desserts — as per Gojo’s request. 

You gave a nod, sitting down next to him and leaning over to grab your own pair of chopsticks, deciding to get lost in the food rather than your thoughts. There was really nothing wrong with eating your feelings, and with Satoru’s insistence on only the best places, this food was top tier in your eyes to absolutely stuff your face with. 

For a while, there was silence due to how hungry the two of you had been. It was better that way, that way you could focus on the food and not on the way that his eyes glowed as he pushed another roll into his mouth, or how his tongue darted out to lick up some of the sauce that was at the corner of his mouth, or how his hands grabbed at the edge of the counter while he idly scrolled through his phone. 

“What are you staring at?” 

Your eyes widened, realizing that you had been stupidly staring at him for over two minutes now, your chopsticks long gone on the edge of your plate that you couldn’t even make some type of food comment to get out of it. Damn you and your small appetite during this point in the day. “Nothing,” You spoke, turning to face the counter and grab the lid for the box of the stuff that you didn’t finish. “Just thinking, that’s all.” 

Satoru’s hand came in contact with your shoulder and you felt as though you were on fire. Such a contact shouldn’t have meant that much to you, it was just a touch. Although, coming from him, it felt like more than that. He moved you so that you were looking in his direction again, your knees brushing against his own regardless of the fact that he towered over you in height when the two of you were standing close to one another. “What’s on your mind?” 

You. 

A part of you wanted to think of something snarky, anything to get him away from you so that you could have at least a little bit more solitude than this. But then his hand moved down from your shoulder to your knee, his thumb tracing a pathway between your knee and his own. A blush coated your features, one that you were sure he was able to see because of the lighting above you. If he did notice, he was doing a good job of making it stay. 

You shook your head. “I — it’s really, nothing, Satoru,” You said, trying to come up with at least some type of excuse. “Just tired is all, I haven’t been out this much in weeks and I guess I just spaced out.” 

“Do you remember that time you and I went to the convenience store without Suguru?” He asked, almost as if he was reading your thoughts. There was no way that he could be asking this, not when you were just thinking about that moment, how pretty you thought he had been that night when you definitely shouldn’t’ve been. “That was the first time that we hung out together alone, all because Suguru didn’t want to go with us. He always hated going out after curfew.” 

You thought that Suguru’s name coming from Satoru would’ve made you angry, although it did the opposite, you felt somewhat honored that he was talking to you about him in such a normal way. Like he was still here and loved. “I remember,” You said, your eyes coming up from his hand on your knee to his own, seeing that he was already looking at you. “You made me give you my favorite bag of gummies. Seems like you were still an asshole then.” 

“They’re my favorite too. And plus, don’t act like you didn’t skip the entire way there behind me because you got to go with me,” Satoru joked. 

You fake gasped. “That was not the reason, I was just happy someone was willing to come with me.” He was seeing right through your lies. 

“I almost kissed you then,” He stated, almost as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You didn’t even believe it, how could someone like him want to kiss you? He was older, your brother's best friend, and he could have anyone that he wanted. He was obviously just trying to get under your skin. 

You laughed. “Bullshit. You would’ve just done it to piss Suguru off. And it would’ve worked.” 

Satoru gave you a look, one that looked right through you right to your soul. The grin on his face faltered, like he hadn’t expected you to laugh in his face about it. 

He was being serious. 

Your eyes widened, and just as you opened your mouth to say something, he interjected with, “You’re right. But anyways, did you want to pick the movie or should I?” 

You were so fucked.

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you're so handsome (with me all over your mouth) ; satoru gojo

pairing ; satoru gojo x reader

words ; 2.9k

summary ; lol. porn with absolutely no plot.

warning(s) ; smut, fingering, cursing, fingers in mouth, absolutely no plot whatsoever, horny

The kiss was greedy, taking all that you could of one another, you still standing on your tippy toes and steering out of balance when your chest hit his own. He kept you up though, your legs turning into jelly when he released his lips from your own and indulged in the crook of your neck. It was hot and sloppy, swollen lips trailing from your neck to your jaw and down the other side, a row of saliva glistening on your skin. Your body shuddered, he made you feel weak in his hands and all you wanted to do was fall down but he didn’t let you. Instead his hands kept you firmly, head dipping down further along your collarbone and squatting down, placing them on the backs of your thighs, nudging.

Realizing what he wanted, you were quick to obey, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. Satoru’s strong arms held you with no problems, hoisting you up so your head was now level with his own. You took the opportunity to press your lips against his own again, hands finding their place on his jawline, kissing with a passion you had never used before with anyone else. His hands pulled you down and he grinded against you, making you moan into his mouth, Satoru’s tongue sliding past your parted lips and exploring your mouth.

He began to walk backwards, steadily so as to not trip. And the moment his calves hit the bed, he sat down, taking you with him so you were now straddling his thighs. You were becoming aware of the heat between you two, every shuddering breath that left his lips egged you on further, wanting to make him writhe and moan your name over and over again. The need for him was deeper than you had ever felt before, and you didn’t want to hold back anymore, you wouldn’t let yourself run away from this.  

There was a small knock on the door and it threw you off your groove, head snapping to the large door. He placed a hand on your side to steady you. “Who is it?” He asked, voice wavering a tiny bit at the interruption, hoping the person wouldn’t come in.

“Did you want to train tonight or tomorrow morning?” It was Suguru.

A sigh left Satoru’s lips. “Tomorrow morning.” There was a muted reply that neither of you could hear, and another moment passed and you knew that she was gone.

“That was close-”

“Satoru,” You breathed, not in the mood for small talk. You were still sitting on his thighs and you needed him more than ever now. “Stop talking.” A sly smile came across his lips and you wiped it away with a kiss, going back to the fast pace that had been set before. Your hands came and went under his shirt, feeling the taut skin of his abs and thanking God for his training and conditioning. He was considerably larger and muscular than you. The thought of him above you with a body like that? It made you falter in your movements.

Using the break in your concentration to his advantage, Satoru started mouthing along your skin again, hands pulling up your shirt above your head. His eyes scanned your body, raising an eyebrow. “No bra?” He asked, making you shy away and look anywhere but at his face. You didn’t reply, but he seemed to not like that. His hand came and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. You gave a small smile, “Well I didn’t know that this was happening and I wanted to be comfy.” He hummed, somewhat disappointed in your answer but not disappointed at how compliant you seemed to be with him. Satoru went back to kissing your neck, teeth grazing along your soft skin, making you jump whenever he bit down on a particular spot.

You were beginning to grow impatient. Perhaps it was with the way that he was worshiping you, wanting to kiss every single inch of you and make you keel into his touch over and over again. Or maybe it was because no one had ever made you feel this way before. You had been with others before, men whose names you didn’t bother remembering, all men who resembled the one below you now. Men, with blue eyes that you pretended were his, strong arms that felt like the ones that Satoru wrapped around you. They never made you satisfied, and you were left feeling more broken than put together after the deed was done, scrambling to leave in the middle of the night to avoid the awkward conversation that would follow in the morning. Satoru, even though he was only kissing you, put those men to shame. You wondered if he was thinking the same, that no woman measured up to you.

He definitely was.

His hands found your breasts, squeezing them and kneading them together, fingers coming to pinch your nipples. Your back arched into him and you almost fell over on top of him, using your hands on his muscles to stop you. You reached and decided you wanted to please him, to show him how much you wanted him. You trailed your hands under his shirt and came to the band of his pants, pushing your fingers past it and making your way down. Before you could hit his obvious hard on, one of his own hands came and grasped your wrists, pulling your hand away. You looked up, thinking that you did something wrong. Tilting your head, you gave him a silent what?

“I’m not done with you yet,” Satoru stated. In one movement he put his hands to your back and flipped you two over, him now on top of you. Your head hit the mattress with a small humph and wondered what he had in store for you.

You worked with him to shimmy your pants and panties off, throwing them to some side of the room. His hands splayed against your thighs and you watched with an open mouth to see what he was going to do.

You were well aware of the slick that was beginning to coat your thighs, body betraying you and showing him how much you wanted him, how you ached for him. Satoru seemed to like it though, bringing his flesh hand to your slit and scooping some of it up. When he brought his hand back up, you could see the way that it glistened on his skin, popping a finger into his mouth and humming sinfully at the taste. He did it again and again, humming every single time your arousal hit his tongue. You looked down with heated cheeks, feeling a little embarrassed that you were getting so worked up over something so small. “You taste …” He trailed off, bringing his tongue to your folds and swiping up from your hole to your clit. “Amazing.”

“It’s all for you,” You said, wiggling your hips and urging him to pleasure you again. Satoru smirked, feeling a sense of pride wash over him at your words. He brought a finger to you and pushed it in, watching your mouth open into a wide ‘O’ at the feeling. He curled it up, making your muscles tighten around him. Building a steady pace, he came back up to your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek sweetly as if he couldn’t hear the lewd sounds that were being created when he added a second finger in.

“Does anyone make you feel like this,” He asked, towering over you. His thumb rubbed against your clit while his fingers fucked into you. “Were you ever under anyone like this?”

You moaned out at his words, thighs clenching around his hand to keep him there. You couldn’t respond, too busy thinking about the steady fire that was building in you. You reached to climb higher, hoping he would grant you some kind of release. He didn’t give it to you though. Instead, whenever you were getting to that tipping point, he would stop all of his movements altogether until you stopped shaking, then repeat the process over and over again.

It was making you go crazy, how he had the power to push you towards release but he just wouldn’t do it.

“Tell me, when you were with other guys to forget, did they make you feel this good?” Satoru whispered into your ear, biting the skin below it. “Did they make you shake under their fingertips?”

So that’s what it was. Jealousy. Satoru was jealous of all the men that had been with you before him. How someone else had heard your first moans, been inside you, made you cum before he ever had the chance to. He was determined to make sure that he was better than them, and make sure that you would never go to anyone else again.

“Answer me.”

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t. As if to test you further, he pushed a third finger into you, making you moan out his name loud and roll your eyes to the back of your skull. His thumb kept rubbing languid circles on your clit. You thought if you stayed quiet you could sneak an orgasm, cut him off guard. But as if he heard your thoughts, his movements stalled and he put his other hand firmly on your hips so you couldn’t even move against his statue-like hand. His dark eyes bore into your own and you squeezed around his fingers. “No, they weren’t anything like you. You make me feel so good, Satoru.” The praise fell from your lips with ease, lava pooling in your stomach as if threatening to burst at any moment. If only he would just rub a little bit more …

He pulled his hand away from you. He didn’t even respond to your statement and you wondered if you said something wrong, if he had enough. And he had enough all right, but not enough of you. He wanted to see you cum, just around his cock and not his fingers.

But you couldn’t hear what he was thinking, which made you whimper when he pulled himself away fully, standing at the edge of the bed. You opened your legs up to him, the farthest that you could go without hurting yourself and hoping that it would make him come back to you quickly. Your clit was aching from several denied orgasms, almost thinking about pulling your hand down to finish yourself off, though deciding against it when knowing Satoru would never allow something like that. He liked seeing you writhing like this.

Satoru's hands shed all his clothing. He wasn’t exactly putting on a show for you but you marveled anyways, watching the way that his muscles flexed when his shirt came off and how you wanted to lick all around his abdominal region and make your way all down to his cock, which was pressed against his stomach and slightly glistening with precum. It was big, probably the biggest you’ve ever had and felt your insides clench just thinking about it sliding into you. Once he was satisfied with his clothing off, he came back down to the bed and kneeled between your spread legs.

“Satoru,” You whispered. “Please.”

“Please what?” There was a hint of mischief in his eyes and it took all of your strength to not roll your eyes. “What do you want me to do to you?” Of course he wanted to hear you say it, to announce what he was inevitably going to do.

You couldn’t ignore the way you loved how controlling he was with you, how he ordered you to do things. And as much as you hated that he didn’t let you cum, you also loved how he would make you cum when he wanted you to, not you.

He took his cock into his hands and rubbed the tip against your glistening folds, teasing you in the most sinful way possible.

“Please … Fuck me, Satoru. Make me cum, I can’t take it anymore.” You just wanted him inside of you so badly, you were going to scream if this went on for any longer. He was right there, denying you both the pleasure.

With a nod of his head, he pushed into you in one fluid motion. The feeling of him bottoming out inside of you made you grip onto his bicep, pulling him close so his warm chest was against your own again. He wasted no time moving, the sound of it deliciously sweet in your ears. Satoru took your legs and pushed them upwards, your feet hanging off of his shoulders and pressing your thighs further up until they were almost hitting the mattress. The change in position had you crying out, feeling him hit deeper inside of you.

You could feel every single scrape of his cock against your walls, increasing that fire in your stomach until you were sure you were about to cum. His pace was unrelenting, moving quicker and quicker until you were sure he was using all his power. He kept at it with such loyalty and vigor, his motivation to make you feel the best you ever had fuelling him to a tenfold. He was such a devoted man to begin with, so you should’ve known that he would handle things the same way in bed.

You squeezed around him. “Please,” You whimpered.

“Go ahead.” Those two words were all you needed, allowing yourself to scream out as your orgasm ripped through you, built up again and again and now it was finally here and it was amazing. It rippled through you like shockwaves, and made you go limp under him, legs completely boneless. Satoru didn’t let up as he rode through your orgasm, keeping the same pace with you. He was unforgiving, not giving you time to adjust and instantly making you feel the feeling of overstimulation. You were so sensitive to his cock ramming in and out of you that you could feel a second orgasm already building up.

The tip of him hit a particularly nice spot in you and you yelled, curling your toes and your hands came to tangle and grip in his hair. You almost stopped for a moment thinking that you were hurting him, but when you looked at his face, you saw only fucked out bliss, white incisors showing in a ravenous grin. His eyes opened and they were almost fully dark, making you shiver.

You opened your mouth to speak but was halted by two of his fingers shoving their way into your mouth. It was harsh, but in a good way, your insides burning up as your second orgasm washed over you, sucking on his two fingers as they made your moans muffled.

“You feel so good. You’re so fucking tight,” He mumbled, as though he was talking to himself. He was completely thrown into the pleasure that you were giving him, hot and warm and just perfect, like you were made for his cock to be rammed into over and over again. “Made for me, all for me.” He used your past words, them never losing their meaning no matter how many times he muttered under his breath.

Time seemed to slow and grow faster at the same time, the whole room disappearing as both of you focused on only each other. You weren’t sure how many times he had made you cum at this point, you took whatever he gave you and took it well. When you got enough strength to crane your neck down, you watched as your hole enveloped his cock, it coming back out slicked with the remnants of your past orgasms. Satoru saw where your eyesight was and a sense of pride washed over him again. “Do you like watching that? Seeing how well you take me?” He asked, egging you on. His hand went to grab your own and placed it on your lower abdomen, and you could feel the skin slightly raising up every time he went into you. You could see it too, sliding in and out.

Though, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself, his movements were beginning to falter. He was becoming more sloppy with his hips and you knew he was about to cum. So, to give him what he had worked for, you wiggled your hips up, matching his thrusts. Your oversensitive clit rubbed against the base of his cock and you were clenching around him, and as if on cue, you were cumming again, feeling weak under him. Satoru wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up, his cock splitting you open until he was spilling inside of you.

The moans that left his mouth were probably the hottest things you had ever felt in your life. You could feel his cum dripping down his cock, coating your thighs and dripping onto the soiled sheets. He put you down on the bed and followed you, eyes watching your own and kissing your sweaty forehead. He finally stopped moving and stilled inside, not wanting to leave you and go back to the way things had been before. He didn’t want to leave this moment and neither did you.

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the early morning ; satoru gojo

pairing ; satoru gojo x reader

words ; 703

summary ; a blurb detailing waking up next to satoru gojo.

warning(s) ; slight smut, mentions of marriage, fingering,

it's during the early morning that you consider satoru gojo dutifully and wholly yours.

when you went to sleep in an empty bed and woke up with the first signs of the sun to someone next to you, his white tufts of hair poking out from under the blanket that he used to cover up his face. you wouldn't know when he arrived, probably some time between hours of 3am and 4am, whenever his job allowed for him to gain some type of reprieve.

you would ask him about it later, you supposed, taking the time to admire him, noting the cuts along his long fingers that he used to wrap around your waist. turning ever so slightly in an attempt to not wake him up, you peeked under the covers, seeing his soft eyelashes batted down and hearing his soft breathing breaking through the silence. he slept much like a child, always complaining about his beauty sleep.

as if satoru could sense that you were staring at him, his glowing blue eyes struggled to open, a grumble leaving his lips. "weirdo," he whispered to you, his hands coming and wrapping around your waist, pulling you up on top of him. your hands rested against his broad, naked chest, legs straddling his waist. "watching me sleep?"

"watching you drool," you teased, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his nose. "i just cleaned these sheets, you know."

satoru scrunched up his face, one of his hands coming to press against your upper back, pulling you closer to his body. "i do not drool," he stated. "plus, i'll just buy you new ones anyway."

"you're going to buy more instead of putting them into the wash?" you asked, raising your eyebrows at the laziness that he often presented when it came to normal, mundane tasks such as chores. "you really did grow up rich, didn't you?"

he only hummed, stretching forward and capturing your lips in a kiss, one that was clearly telling you to shut up. it was ever so composing, the dull taste of toothpaste being shared between the two of you, his tongue coming and invading the privacy of your mouth. you tried to gain the upper hand, putting your palm on his cheek and turning your head to deepen the kiss. satoru wasn't having any of it, deciding to distract you with a thrust of his hips forward, making you gasp into his mouth and allow for his tongue to slide further in. the bastard.

you decided to get revenge, rolling your hips, clothed pussy rubbing against his boxers. when you earned a particularly satisfying groan from him, you did it over and over again, using the force of his hands to help guide you to a pleasurable pace. all the while, his lips continued to kiss you. your neck, lips, collarbone, anything he could get them on. he was brutal with his kisses, sucking and biting and claiming you as his own. it was silly, really. his incessant need to continue to mark you as his as if he hadn't already claimed you the moment you two met all those years ago. still, you weren't going to complain.

"if you keep moving, i'm going to cum in my boxers," satoru said into your neck, using his hands to stop your hip movement all together. "and that would really be a shame."

to you, you thought. it would honestly be a compliment to your hip movements if you didn't say so yourself. a giggle left your mouth, one that he swallowed with his own as he pushed you onto your back, hand pushing into your panties to spread around your wetness. if he said something about it, you didn't hear it, too engrossed in his presence and the way that he was making you feel.

and as he pressed two fingers into you, pumping them in and out of you to prep you for yet another round of good morning sex, you thought to yourself how lucky you were to call satoru gojo yours.

and what you didn't know was that last night he was out late to find the perfect ring to ask you to officially call you his.

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void in blue (gojo satoru) — chapter one

pairing ; satoru gojo x reader (suguru's sister)

words ; 2.7k

summary ; satoru gojo comes to your door after weeks of silence, with a proposition that will change your lives forever.

warning(s) ; mentions of sex, swearing, gojo clan being gojo clan, mentions of breeding, overall a messy argument, mentions of death

masterlist can be found here !

Gojo Satoru was in bed with another woman when he got the call that he was dreading for most of his life. 

He always knew that the clan would try to pull something like this. They were all meddling in his business whether he wanted them to or not. That’s what he got for being born the strongest in all of the world, with Six Eyes and Limitless all packed into a 6 '3 package with a nice little bow on it, a gift to a clan who spent too much time worrying about the future and what it could hold. From the moment that he was old enough to comprehend the idea of marriage, he knew that it wasn’t going to be his choice. When it happened and who it would be with were out of the question. In some ways, he thought that perhaps this whole mess over the last year and a half would’ve stalled them a bit. It was the least that they could do for what happened, the turmoil being both physical and emotional for so many parties involved. 

He should’ve known that they wouldn’t be that generous. 

Typically, he didn’t like to stay the night for his hookups. It was better to fuck and be out the door within the next ten minutes so that he didn’t have to answer constant questions about whether or not he would come back. He found himself somewhat in a loop, where he would go out during the nights that he couldn’t sleep for fear of plaguing nightmares, find someone to spend his company with, and then leave before the sun came up the next morning. No matter how disheartening the loop was to the others involved, he kept telling himself that it was for the better this way. It was better to not get close to anyone again, for fear that something like Geto would happen again. In some other timeline, perhaps things would be different. His best friend would still be here and they would be teaching the next generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers together. But things weren’t different. Suguru was dead. Satoru was broken. End of story.

“Where are you going?” The woman uttered, her bright eyes finding his own under the dim light of the lamp she had turned on when he began to rustle out of bed. “You don’t want to stay for round three?” 

“I’ll call you.” 

He wouldn’t. 

—

You couldn’t tell if Satoru was trying to be an asshole or if this was something that your rose colored glasses had hid from you for all the years that you considered him your friend. He barely reached your eye when he told you that he had something to talk to you about, looking at you, though more like looking through you. There was a time that you would’ve gone to the ends of the Earth to understand what his facial expressions meant, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you allowed him to push past you into your apartment.  

The silence between the two of you wasn’t even deafening, it was just awkward. Satoru made his way to the island counter, pulling back the stool and sitting on it so that he was eye level with you. He patted to the seat next to him, something that he would always do to you to get you to do what he wanted for all those years before. You refused, instead coming to the opposite side and leaning against the cool granite. He had his sunglasses on, cool blue toned eyes shining against them, right into the core of your very being. Like he was trying to rip you apart with his gaze, ripping through your ribcage and bearing your organs on display for him so that he could see the hidden depths of your emotions. You didn’t allow him to see anything, a stoic look on your face as you raised an eyebrow, pushing silently for him to begin. You didn’t want him to be here any longer than he needed to be. It seemed he was in the same boat, he looked like he wanted to run off as soon as he bore whatever news he had in store. 

“Where’d the pictures go?” Satoru asked, motioning towards the empty walls. You knew exactly what he was talking about, and yet you turned your head to look at them anyway. When you looked back at Satoru, he was glaring at you. 

You shrugged. “Seemed fitting.” 

“Do you plan on just erasing his memory all together? Even the good parts?” 

You could’ve hit him for that. 

You had never been a particularly violent person, always preferring talking something out rather than resorting to punches and kicks. It seemed like that part of you had been taken and stored away somewhere, tucked between the junction of your heart and lungs, slowly being squeezed to death every second your pulse beat. Satoru always liked getting under your skin, something that came with the title of being your brother's best friend. But to do it now? It was like he was trying to make you mad. 

“You tell me, you’re the one that killed him.” 

“Don’t act like you didn’t have any part of that, like I wasn’t doing what was best for everyone.” 

You scoffed. “Oh yes, the great Satoru Gojo. Man of the people.” 

A silence fell, to where you could only glare at him and he could pretend to be hurt. It was clear that he wasn’t able to fool you, to charm you like the rest of his friends into thinking that any of this was okay. It wasn’t. It wouldn’t ever be okay. You wished to live in a world where you didn’t have to think about Satoru, where you could forget all about him and what happened to your brother, to your family. 

However, in some sick way, you could only hope to cling onto him. Whether that be with hatred or disgust or anything in between. He was the only one who could even begin to understand what you were going through, and as much as you hated to admit it, you would never be rid of Satoru Gojo. 

“Why are you here, Satoru? It’s the middle of the night,” You asked. You turned around and turned on the electric stove, putting the water filled kettle on like it was muscle memory. When a friend came over, you always made tea for them. It turns out that the body remembers those types of things even if your mind doesn’t. You reached for the glass container that held different types of tea bags, from herbal to caffeinated, instinctively grabbing the sweetest one for him. Some things never did change.

“There’s something that I need to talk to you about.” 

“You already said that,” You snapped. “Do you plan on dragging this out or would you like to tell me what is so important that you couldn’t wait until morn—” 

“The clan wants us to marry.” 

Your movements stalled, your hand hovering over the handle of the kettle as it started to squeak with the pressure of the steam coming out of the spout. Instead of relieving it and allowing for it to cool off, you stood there, staring at it, as the kettle started to get louder and louder. If Satoru was talking, you couldn’t hear it, the shrieking filling up the walls of the apartment until you decided to relieve it, pushing it away and burning yourself in the process. You couldn’t feel it though, numbness seeping ever so slightly into your entire body as you processed the word he spoke over and over again. Marry. 

Satoru continued to speak. “The clan,” a sigh, “my clan, thinks that it’s in everyone's best interest if I marry someone in order to provide for the future. I thought that they were going to choose someone from their own families, to further some type of political agenda, but they want you.” 

You couldn’t believe your ears. You were sure that your family was blacklisted from Jujutsu society after what happened with your brother. You were the only one left, and you were fine with being shunned and whatever came from that, but to be integrated into it in such an . . . intimate way? It sounded almost comical, like he was making it up. For a moment, you thought about the notion that maybe he was making it up. But as you turned around and looked at him, there wasn’t a hint of enjoyment scattered across the part of his face that you could say. In fact, this was probably the most distressed that you had ever seen him. 

“You can’t expect me to accept this,” You said. “This doesn’t even make sense, why me? They want us to marry, after everything that happened?” 

Satoru nodded, as if it was black and white, like this was the easiest thing in the world to talk about. It made you want to rip out your hair, that he was able to act so emotionless about something like this. Your future. His future. He acted like it was something that could be controlled by people who had no idea what the fuck was going on, people who only saw your lives as something to be meddled in and played with like you were toy dolls. “They believe that it’s the only way to secure the future of Jujutsu society. Your bloodline is powerful, whether you want to admit it or not. They think our union could produce the strongest sorcerer the world has ever seen.” 

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. You couldn’t believe a word he was saying. “So, this is about breeding a powerful sorcerer? Like we’re some kind of livestock? Do they actually think that this will work? That I would agree to this with no questions asked?” 

“It’s more than that,” Satoru said, his voice strained. “The recent rise in cursed spirits has everyone on edge. The clan elders believe that combining our strengths is the only way to ensure our survival. It’s not just politics; it’s the world’s survival. It’s what’s best for everyone.” 

“I’m supposed to marry you to save the world? Do they really think that a forced marriage will do that?” You scoffed, the bitterness in your tone ever so clear. “What’s best for everyone,” You repeated, disbelief lacing each syllable of your words. “And what about what’s best for us? For me? My brother is dead because of you, there’s no mending that.” 

Satoru leaned against the counter, his hand reaching for your own, which you pulled away before he could touch, going back to making the tea so that you had something to do instead of staying idle and listening to this . . . this bullshit. “They think it’s our best shot,” He replied. “They’re desperate, and desperate people do desperate things.” 

With the weight of his words and the reality of the situation pressing down on you both, you poured the boiling water into two cups, the motions automatic and detached. “You’re actually considering this,” You spoke, more a statement than a question. You felt a wave of anger rising, mixed with sadness and confusion. None of this made sense to you, really. There seemed to be a better option, but when you thought about it, you couldn’t come to any conclusions. You felt as dumb as the rest of the clan was.  “I can’t believe you’d go along with this bullshit.” 

“I don’t want to force you into anything,” Satoru said, his usual arrogance gone, laced with something you couldn’t quite put your fingers on. “But if we don’t do this, the consequences could be disastrous, more people could get hurt. We could lose everything.” 

“And you think marrying me will prevent that?” You shot back, putting the teabag in both of your cups and turning to push the cup towards him on the table. You then crossed your arms over your chest. “Do you really believe that, or is this just another way for your clan to control us? To control you?” 

“This isn’t about control; it’s about survival.” 

“Satoru, I don’t know if you have noticed, but I don’t necessarily care about my survival,” You spat, the bitterness in your voice cutting through the air. You didn’t care if you lived or if you died, you didn’t care what happened to Jujutsu society, especially if the future meant more Satoru’s running around the world. It was all in ruin, and to you, everything could just get worse. Why would you contribute to that? 

Satoru flinched, but he held his ground, as he always did. His expression tightened, his brows furrowing slightly at your words.  “You should care,” He said, his voice low but firm. “Survival isn’t just about you anymore. It’s about everyone who depends on us.” 

You scoffed bitterly, the irony of the situation seeping into your voice. “Everyone who depends on us? Like my brother who depended on you? Look where that got him.” You could almost hear your brother’s laugh through the silence. 

His jaw clenched visibly, the usually composed facade beginning to crack under your words. “I didn’t ask for any of this to happen,” He retorted, a flicker of defensiveness in his tone. “I tried to protect him, tried to get him to see reason, tried to get him —”

“Did you?” You shot back, your voice rising with accusation that was all too familiar these days. “Or were you too busy playing the hero, too blinded by your own arrogance to see the consequences? To see that he was hurting too. That he could’ve been detained.” 

Satoru took a sharp breath, as if your words were a physical blow. “I did what I thought was right,” he said through gritted teeth. “Just like I’m trying to do now.” 

“Right?” You scoffed. “There’s nothing right about any of this.” 

He reached out again, his hand hovering in the air between the two of you as if he wanted to comfort you but knew better than to try. Not if he wanted to have boiling water thrown into his face and cuts from a broken teacup along his pale cheeks. “I wish there was another way,” He said. “We have to figure out a way to navigate this together. Maybe there’s a way we can turn this situation to our advantage.” 

“Advantage?” You echoed incredulously. “There’s no advantage in being shackled to you.” 

“Maybe not now,” He admitted, his gaze almost pleading. You almost felt bad for him. “But if we work together—”

“I won’t be your pawn,” You interrupted, your voice trembling with a raw defiance you had thought you lost the moment your brother died. “Not now, not ever.” There was no world where you would bend to the whims of Satoru Gojo and let him walk all over you. Not him or his clan elders. 

Satoru looked at you with a mix of . . . what? Was it anger? Annoyance? Pity? You were unsure. Perhaps it was unfair of you to be this unruly about it, when he was the bearer of bad news. You knew that this decision wasn’t his deep down, but that didn’t stop you from being angry at him for it. This was the first time that you have seen him in days, since everything that happened, and he was telling you this? He made it seem like you had a choice in the matter. The truth was that you didn’t. “Suguru would want you—” 

“Do not bring him into this,” You said, your stern tone wavering with a mixture of unshed tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. “I don’t want you to ever say his name to me. You don’t deserve to.” 

Satoru sighed, a mix of resignation and determination mixed into his expression. “I didn’t expect you to make this easy. But I hope you’ll at least consider what’s at stake.” 

You turned away from him. “I’ll consider it,” you finally said. “But don’t expect me to agree to this without a fight.” 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” 

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void in blue (gojo satoru) — prologue

pairing ; satoru gojo x reader (suguru's sister)

words ; 1.1k

summary ; it's been weeks since your elder brother died. you're coping the best you can.

warning(s) ; mentions of vomit, insomnia, mentions of death, swearing.

masterlist can be found here !

The sickly sweet smell of the air freshener in the bathroom seemed to dull your senses as bile rose up through your throat and landed in the freshly cleaned toilet, your hands gripping the edges of it as you closed your eyes to suppress the tears from the ill fated food that was now ripped out of your stomach. You released your body from its kneeling position and sat against the wall, tilting your head up while drinking the half empty cup of water next to you. 

It has been this way for weeks now.

Sleep was few and far between, meals even less than that. You were confused as to how you even had enough food in your stomach to produce the amount of vomit that you did every single night — every single time you woke up and remembered. Loneliness was something that you weren’t particularly ever comfortable with, preferring a life with friends and a . . . family to keep you occupied on the days that you weren’t busy. The longer you spent in this apartment the more you felt the need to rip your hair out, wondering how things could’ve gotten this fucked up that you couldn’t even go to the grocery store without having some sort of panic attack. Or how you had spent the last week sleeping during the day so that you couldn’t be bothered by anyone who dared to come around. 

Everyone acted like you were a ticking time bomb these days. Like they would say the wrong thing and you would snap under the pressure and end up in the same place that Suguru did. You could hear their thoughts about it by the way that they looked at you. People probably thought that it ran in the family, that you would snap just like him and cause even more destruction than he already did. How maybe you’ll kill a thousand non-curse users in order to make your brother happy beyond the grave. Maybe his laughing would be so loud that you would be able to find out where he was buried, so you could pay your respects and be rid of him. Be rid of the idea and the concept of Suguru Geto, your older brother whom you loved, your older brother who killed hundreds, your older brother who told you that you were dead to him the moment you didn’t agree to come with him. 

You like to tell yourself that you could’ve done something to stop him. That you could’ve gone with him and changed his mind, if only you were stronger. But that begs the question, if you were stronger, would you be laying in the same grave your brother is in now? Would your body slowly decompose, granting leave of the cursed energy flowing through you and him that started this mess in the first place? Would people come to your grave and weep tears of sadness or tears of joy? 

Your brother always told you when you were younger to own up to your decisions. 

You’ve made your bed, so lie in it. 

—

The pale amber hues of the setting sun cascaded against the harshness of the empty walls as you stared at them, remembering the pictures that adorned them not that long ago. Shoko and Nanami had picked up and cleaned your apartment not that long ago, catching you at the wrong moment and insisting that they weren’t going to leave you alone for too many days at a time. 

You didn’t want their charity, you kept telling yourself as they swept the floor and restocked the fridge that had been reduced to bareness a few days prior. You didn’t want them picking up after you like they had picked up your brother's mess. They were trying to be nice to you, you knew this. But it felt undeserved. Shoko even made you dinner before the two of them left to continue on with their night. It was a good dinner, something that you wished you could’ve kept down. 

You told them to get rid of the pictures of you and Geto on the walls before they left. With that being the only thing that you requested of them the entire five hours that they were in your apartment, they couldn’t refuse. Now the walls were bare, light dust picking up on the places where the pictures had been hanging, a phantom sign that something was there and now it was not. Life seemed to do that to you a lot lately. You told yourself that grief was unspent love. But how could you continue to love someone who did something so terrible? Did that mean that you were terrible too? 

A noise coming from outside your apartment door had you question for a moment if anyone had said they were coming over. You could barely remember the dates this time around, if it was November or if it was December, it could be that you forgot. However, the noise seemed to dissipate and you thought that perhaps it was a false alarm. 

Three sharp knocks had that thought swept from your mind. You jumped, not expecting such a loud noise within the confines of your silent apartment. You wanted to tell the person to fuck off, expecting some type of bill collector to have such a suspicious knock. But it was nighttime, way out of normal business and working hours. It had to be someone who actually had something to talk to you about. 

Which begs the question, who actually wanted to talk to you? Who wanted to talk to the woman who everyone tiptoed around for fear of breaking? 

Your internal questions were answered as you looked through the peephole. Long, white locks filled your vision, an all too familiar pair of sunglasses. You didn’t think that he would have the nerve to show up here after what happened, you thought that he would retreat and ignore you, the other person who had known Suguru best. After all, that’s what you knew Satoru Gojo did best. Deflect. He acted like he was untouchable, that no one would be able to pierce the hardened walls that he had put around his true feelings. A month ago you would’ve considered him a friend, thinking that perhaps you knew him just a little bit better than the rest of the world. Now he was a mystery, except one that you had no intentions of ever figuring out. 

To you, Satoru Gojo was as dead to you as Suguru Geto was. 

So why the hell was he at your door? 

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void in blue (gojo satoru) — masterlist

It’s November 2016 and the Gojo clan has decided to collect their debts — You’ll be wed to Satoru Gojo by the end of the month in order to strengthen the future of the most notorious clan in Jujutsu society. The only problem is Satoru hasn’t talked to you since he killed his best friend. You haven’t talked to him since he killed your brother.

prologue.

chapter one.

chapter two.

tags: arranged marriage, friends to enemies to lovers, eventual smut, post jjk0, geto suguru haunts the narrative

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tragedy enjoyers when even good intentions lead to ruin

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toji fic incoming oh my god

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can you write a gojo smut drabble???

yessss! here's a little drabble <3

Firm hands gripped ever so tightly on your waist, pressing you further into the confines of the corner of the room, closer into his desk, anywhere that you found yourself steadying. A sigh left your lips, the air around you becoming hot and thick, making every breath harder than the last one, though it only lured you further to him. Your hands were enveloped in his thick hair, gripping his shoulders, back, arms, anything that would keep you close to him. Satoru pressed another unrelentingly harsh kiss to your neck, making his way further down the nape, finding all the parts that made your spine tingle. 

It was not the first time that you had found yourself in this position, in fact, it was starting to become a bit of a habit. What started out as mindless flirting fell into mindless eyefucking, to finally the string between the both of you snapping, resulting in actual fucking. No one seemed to notice the way that the two of you had been inconspicuously absent as of late, how both of you woke up with ‘bruises’ that hadn’t seemed to be there before the night began. Or perhaps everyone was pretending to not notice, because who was going to question Satoru Gojo? The only time you ever got anything was from Geto, who asked who had given you a rather large love bite on your collarbone. It was no one. Don’t worry about it.

“They expect us for our next class, you know,” You muttered to him through gasps, watching as his face came up to meet yours and his lips pressed against your own in a searing kiss. “I think that it’s rather rude to leave everyone waiting.” Satoru laughed through your kissing, though not a free-willed type, a more cruel, conniving laugh. 

He pulled away, making sure to take your bottom lip in between his teeth and watching it snap back into place. “They can wait. I’m not done with you yet. Would you like to continue, or did you have other plans?” Gojo’s eyebrow twitched up, the darkness of the room leaving a shadow over half of his face. A teasing look stayed plastered on his face. You looked up at him, realizing through the kissing that he had maneuvered you on top of the table. You knew that if he was given the green light to continue, he would take you right here on his table, or against the wall, or in his bed, honestly wherever you liked. God, he would take you again and again if you wanted. 

“Well . . .” You started, grinning as you watched him grab your face and press a kiss to your jaw, going down your neck to your exposed chest. “I think that it would be nice to actually attend for once . . .” Satoru’s hands began their descent to your skirt, pulling them up without any resistance from you. He kneeled down, kisses spattering against your inner thighs. Once his tongue finally met with your core, you were a goner. 

“Oh, Fuck, Satoru. Keep going.”

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Damn someone snitched on sophie🤣🤣

huh

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not allowed — satoru gojo

pairing ; sensei!satoru gojo x student!reader

words ; 7.6k (my bad)

about ; you're given your first solo mission with your sensei gojo overlooking to make sure anything doesn't go wrong. both of you are aware that being borderline obsessed with the other is wrong, but who liked rules anyway?

warning(s) ; smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, age gap but both are consenting adults, gojo may be a little ooc but support my delusions anyway, my yapping, not edited, longing? i don't fucking know.

author's note ; okay okay hi! this is different from my normal content but i've been obsessed with jjk recently and i have gojo brainrot. so consider this my beginning of many fics to come. feel free to request!

YOU HADN’T EVER BEEN ON A MISSION ALONE WITH YOUR SENSEI BEFORE. It was . . . Odd. Typically, one of your other classmates would accompany you along with your Sensei in order to encourage similar teachings. Though this time it seemed as though this mission was something that was matched to you, up your sleeve given your technical curse usage, and it was to be something that you did with the guidance of Satoru Gojo, and he was only allowed to intervene if you were going to get severely harmed. The town that you were assigned to, with a cursed spirit seemingly murdering children who went out into the sea too late at night, was a sleepy little town. You were sure that this was the first time that they had ever experienced turmoil like this, and they were happy to allow you and your Sensei to ‘investigate’ the murders. As you parked the car in the parking lot, you looked around, seeing several townspeople watch as you stepped outside of the drivers side of the road, Satoru out on the passengers side, both dressed in dark black clothing. He had made a joke about how he didn’t trust you driving at all, yet insisted that he wasn’t the one to get you two down there. 

I don’t drive myself places. 

Yeah, well, then he would put up with your driving after all. 

“I can feel your apprehension,” Your Sensei told you, walking in front of you up the stone stairs that came up to the front door of the place you would be staying in with him. Behind you was nothing but your car in the empty lot, the people watching getting uninterested as Gojo pulled out a key and began fiddling with the lock. Damn thing looked as though it had rusted at least three times over. You couldn’t wait to hear him complain about how you two should’ve been granted luxury. You hadn’t even been inside yet and you were already thinking about what he was going to say. The town was so small that there weren’t any hotels, the nearest one over an hour away, meaning that you would have to live in one of these larger homes on the beach for the time being. There wasn’t to be any distractions either, it was supposed to be a pretty open and shut case. Find the curse, exorcize it. It wasn’t that high of a grade anyways, or so you were told by your overachieving Sensei. 

If only people  knew that it didn’t matter if there was no one other than your Sensei to engage with, because Satoru Gojo, alone, was able to distract you for hours on end if you really put your mind to it. Satoru and you were very similar in age, early adult years, and yet he had the role of Sensei and you were still just a Student. You knew that it was because of his efforts of expelling Suguru Geto from the plane of existence, and that alone was enough to grant him the title of Special Grade Sorcerer, but it still was awkward at points when he talked down on you, because really, he had only four years more experience in life than you did.

You did what you were told. You always did. As a younger student you had a temper, a rebellious streak that for a time was almost concerning for the Jujutsu community that taught you. And yet, here you were, a respectful young sorcerer. Over the years you have grown, probably more than any other student that the community had seen, or at least, since your Sensei himself. It was like overnight somehow you turned from a child to a young woman, and you were adamant about completing your studies so that you could become a Special Grade. Those plans, however, were way easier said than done. You still had to work very hard to even get to the level of Gojo’s left hand in terms of strength and ability. But oh did you want it. You wanted all that power, and that was probably why he was so keen on teaching you, why he brought you on this mission in the first place. 

You were just like him, in a lot of ways. 

Satoru was not entirely a man of secrets. You could ask him things about almost anything and he would tell you. The only thing that he kept guarded in the deepest parts of his mind was things of his past, and his reasoning behind making such vast decisions like he oh so loved to do. But you and Satoru still managed to be very close, the cursed energy growing strong between both of you as if it too agreed in your compatibility.

You shook your head, immediately refuting his accusations. “No, it’s not apprehension,” you told him, eyes coming up to meet the back of his head since he wasn’t looking at you. “Just concern, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” Your Sensei questioned. The second that his foot came up to the top of the stairs, his figure turned around and faced you, those bold, blue eyes from under his black mask looking at you even if you couldn’t see it, you could definitely feel them there. “If you have any doubts about anything, tell me, I am your Sensei after all.” He loved calling himself that. 

That’s exactly that problem, you thought to yourself, making sure that your mental shields were up to guard it so that it wasn’t written all over your face. That was the last thing that you needed, for him to know the things that you wished to push down into the darkest depths of your mind. The thought of simply just being with him here alone made your brain almost electrify yourself, thinking about all the possibilities of slipping up and revealing all your emotions towards your Sensei directly to him. It was something to fear, and yet you were not allowed to fear, you couldn’t fear someone like him who was supposed to teach her. 

You offered him the fakest smile that you could muster, saying, “Yes, I’m alright. Let’s just get inside, it’s almost dark.” The setting sun was directly to your back, illuminating him in front of you like he was something to be marveled at. And to your defense, Satoru Gojo was definitely something to be marveled at. His chiseled cheeks only looked more distinguished in the golden light, along with his silver-esque blonde hair that seemed to catch it just right. It made you feel weak in the knees, these thoughts of him, and you knew it was wrong to think of him in such ways - but you just couldn’t stop. Every time you tried to vilify him in your mind, another reason why you should love popped right back up in its place. It was a deadly cycle that you have shamelessly fallen victim to, and there was nothing that you could do to stop it or further this attraction. It was forbidden. He was your teacher.

The moment that you stepped into the building, a sigh left your lips, eyes taking in all your surroundings. It was marvelous. There were marbled stone floors that were covered in rugs in some places, plush couches in the middle of the room, and off to the side were the counters of the kitchen, all looking as if no one had ever stepped foot in here. Suddenly you felt out of place here, like you weren’t good enough to live in such a lavish way. After all, your dorm room at the school was nothing compared to this. They were bland, sandy and brown colors everywhere. Only a dresser with a small mirror and a bed were in it. Yet here, there were different hues of reds, greens, and blues, tables and chairs and fancy lamps, and plants that added almost another dimension to the already breathtaking house.

“It’s - It’s,” You started, not able to find the correct words for what you were trying to say.

Luckily, Gojo finished your sentence, “Breathtaking. It’s breathtaking.”

You turned to look back at him, taking in his features for just a moment more.

Breathtaking, you thought to yourself. Yes, everything here is just breathtaking.

-

The soft silks of your bed sheets rolled between your fingers, tempting you to lay into bed and never get back up. How on Earth were you supposed to find this curse when you were living like this? You could imagine yourself, not as a sorcerer but as a normal person, eating wild berries as you sat on your bed near the balcony, looking towards the horizon and not having one single worry in that head of yours. It was tantalizing, the perfect picture in your mind of what you wished to be.

“Why do you have that dumbfounded look on your face?”

You spun around to only be met with Satoru, who was leaning against your doorframe effortlessly. Has he always been that tall? A heat rose up to your cheeks, realizing that you hadn’t been taking the proper precautions of keeping those thoughts only to yourself, it was written all over your face. They were just little flings of ideas, nothing too brash that could get you into any trouble. “I shouldn’t have been thinking of slacking off when we have work to do in the coming days.”

A chuckle escaped his lips from deep within his chest. “It’s okay, Y/N, really, if I am being honest, I was thinking the same not too long ago.”

That was shocking news to you. You always thought that Gojo always wanted to be on the run, as if this trip that he had to take with you was annoying to him because he had to take time away from much more special missions that he would get to be the leader of. But it also made sense, even victorious Special Grade Sorcerers get tired sooner or later. Perhaps you didn’t know him as much as you thought that you did. This trip wasn’t just for you, it was for the both of you. It was good to go back to basics, even for someone as powerful as him. 

“And here I was thinking that you didn’t want to be here,” You mused.

Satoru laughed at your jest. “No, quite the opposite. It’ll be nice to take a step back from life for a little bit and get to watch you do all the work.”

“I didn’t know that Satoru Gojo knew what rest meant,” You continued on with your playful banter.

“I don’t,” He chuckled. “Maybe you can teach me?”

Now that sends you through a loop. You knew that he was probably just playing around with you, since you were teasing him a little bit. But that sentence was enough for that place in your mind to unlock all the fantasies you had in your head about him, the ones that you only dared touch when you knew you were alone and it was the dead of night. You held yourself back from becoming flustered, knowing the moment you showed any signs of it that he would know that something was up. Instead you simply nodded your head, taking your eyes off of him to the balcony that was open to your room, seeing the way that the moonlight illuminated the waves of the water. “Perhaps after investigating tomorrow, we could go by the water?” You asked him.

“Sure thing,” Satoru said, turning on his heel and making his way out of your room. You took a sigh of relief at his absence, not because you wanted him gone, but because seeing him in such a leisurely setting was starting to get to your head. That dizzy feeling that got to your head every time you looked at him for too long started to subside, and you were left with only your thoughts as you put away some clothes you packed for the stay.

The moment that your head hit the soft, plush pillow of your large bed, you were completely enveloped by sleep. In your dreams you only saw you and Satoru, happy and smiling in the gracious flower fields you had passed on the way here, preparing meals together half dressed in the kitchen, and falling asleep in each other’s arms. It was so real and lifelike that when you woke up in the morning, you felt as if you had awoken from an alternate universe.

-

Satoru didn’t know what he was doing.

Of course he was excited to be able to take a break from the long days of having to deal with the stupid fucking orderlies at the school, but at the same time he knew that being alone with you was going to be a struggle for him. Gojo loved to train you, he really did. You were a loyal student and was eager to learn from his instruction. He knew the moment that he saw you that he wanted to train you. But he hadn’t prepared for him to become so emotionally attached to you, and it was tearing the young teacher apart. 

It was incredibly taboo of him to gain these feelings for two reasons. One: he should really learn to teach other people so that he wasn’t spending all his time giving all of his ‘wisdom’ (as he liked to call it) to you. Two: you were his student. It may have been different if you were within the same ranks as him, but you were not. He was supposed to be your teacher, and there was no way that he would take advantage of his position of power over you if you were not willing.

He, too, was having doubts about this mission. Satoru almost asked Nanami if he would accompany the two of you for as long as it took, but there was too much going on for him to take any time off from his job, and Satoru was sure that it was just an excuse so that he didn’t have to tolerate him more than necessary anyways. So it was just you and him, alone in this house in this beautiful town.

The next day rolled along and you two had spent most of it investigating, talking to locals, etc. It was incredibly boring for him, though part of him felt incredibly proud that you were able to do everything on your own without any hiccup. You two had devised a plan for tomorrow to go after the curse directly from the source: a small cove near some cliffs by the beach. You would go at night and hopefully be able to catch it before it brought in any more deaths into the waves. 

He was so engrossed in his own head that he didn’t even realize you had walked up to him. 

“You promised we could go to the water afterwards,” You told him, hoping that you were jogging his memory from last night.

But you didn’t need to jog Satoru’s memory, because he had been thinking about it ever since you asked. Thinking about having to watch you submerge under the water and come back up, drops of clear blue dripping down your exposed shoulders, and keeping himself from doing something that he would most likely regret when you would reject him, scolding him for his thinking. He thought about the way he wanted to put his hands on your hips and pull you as close as you possibly could get to him, taking the opportunity to pepper kisses along your smooth skin. It killed him to think that you probably didn’t think the same way about him, it was going to goddamn tear him apart.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to go back on his promise to you. It was the least he could do after thinking such sinful things about you. Gojo gave you a nod and walked beside you on the short trail to the ocean from the house you were staying at. You could hear the water ripple towards the small shoreline, coming up and then receding back again in a timely fashion. You kicked off your shoes, deciding that your tank top and pants were okay to get wet, especially since you wouldn’t take the risk of undressing in front of Satoru. As much as the thought was tempting, you knew better than to test your luck. He watched with intensity as you got into the water, going deep enough to where only the tops of your shoulders and up were exposed. Fuck, he cursed himself, did you have to look so good barely doing anything?

You cocked your head to the side. “Well … are you going to get in or just stare at me?” You asked, immediately submerging yourself under the water to ignore what he had to say about your teasing. Your heart thumped profusely as you sat there under the water holding your breath. Satoru had been looking at you.

He mentally cursed himself once again, taking his shoes off and following you into the water. It did feel good, the water having an almost calming effect over him as he walked deeper in the lake. He looked around him, taking in the appearance of all the beautiful trees that lined up, beautiful fruit hanging off of the branches. Little flowers were along the bay, facing right towards him as if they were welcoming him to their home.

The sun spilled harsh rays along his skin, causing Gojo to dip his head down fully into the water. Once he came back up for air, his eyes shifted over to you, both of you holding a type of eye contact that you swore almost knocked your breath out. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, like he was looking right into your soul and you to his, a sense of desire burning a pit in your stomach. Feeling exposed, you shifted your gaze to the fish swimming in the water near you. You could still feel his eyes on you, in them holding truths that he wished to tell you, but being unable to put the words together to explain.

-

“There’s something that you’re not telling me.”

Your eyes opened at your Sensei’s voice and looked directly at him. You had been simply laying on your bed before sleeping, on your phone, trying to distract yourself with something dumb online before being able to sleep. You had only just closed your eyes as he walked in. At school they usually kept you on some kind of schedule, though here with Satoru, rules were a little - no, more loose than normal.

He once again stood in your doorframe, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed in, like he didn’t feel like he had a place stepping into your bedroom. You searched his face to gauge a feeling for what he was talking about, looking for hints of mischief or anger. There was nothing, his face was completely blank, almost too blank like he was hiding something from you.

You knew you had nothing to hide — or at least nothing that he should know about. “I don’t know what you mean,” You replied, uncrossing your legs from their criss cross position and hugging them close to your chest. “Have I done something wrong?”

That answer seemed to not satisfy him, because for a moment something flickered in his eyes. “No, nothing like that,” He told you, furrowing his brows together under the mask and taking a tentative step closer into your room. “It’s just, I get this feeling when I’m around you. Like something is just gnawing at you and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Oh, you were screwed. Alarms blared in your mind, thinking about how you had let your thoughts run too much during this trip. All the worst outcomes of this came to your mind, like how he would laugh at your growing feelings towards him, how much you wanted him almost shamelessly. It made your stomach twist into several knots, wanting to bury yourself into a hole and never ever come out of it again.

Your face must’ve told it all, because he spoke again, saying, “There. Right there. I can feel it, Y/N. Just talk to me. What is going on?” Your bottom lip quivered, knowing that there was no way you were getting out of this. This was it. The day you had been dreading and hoping didn’t come. Everything was about to come crash down onto your life.

“I can’t,” You said in a low voice, shifting your weight to sit at the edge of the bed, putting your head into your hands and staring down at the plush carpet in an attempt to get away from his stare. Almost as if you thought if you looked away long enough, he would suddenly disappear.

“What do you mean ‘you can’t’? You’re my student, you can tell me anything.”

Student. The title felt foreign in your mind now. It was something that you knew you couldn’t hold onto for much longer once the truth was out. You would be stripped of it and be a sorcerer no more. The school would hear of your feelings and immediately expel you. Student. Student. Student. The more the word bounced around in your mind the more you felt tears welling up into your eyes.

And you didn’t mean to sound so harsh when you said it, but your hands were balling up into fists as you said, “That’s what’s wrong!” Your head tilted up, seeing that Satoru had walked closer to you, towering over your frame. His face showed confusion, not understanding what you were alluding to. He didn’t even have to say it, but his expression was saying explain.

How could you even begin?

You were wordless.

“Please . .  . I just want to help you,” Gojo told you, his hand coming to grab onto your forearm. The touch felt like hot coals on your body, scorching your soul. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” Which you knew translated to I don’t like not knowing how to fix it.

“It’s you,” You confessed. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

For a moment, Satoru thought that he had stepped into some parallel universe. Or that this was some sort of prank let on by someone else. There was no way that this was happening, you were confessing. You had been thinking about him, probably as much as he was thinking about you. It felt as if the world had turned on its axis and was spinning the opposite direction.

You, on the other hand, were waiting for the words that never came. You expected him to immediately tell you that he was going to report you to . . . oh you didn’t even know. And yet, he stood there, almost looking as dumbfounded as you did, maybe even more. This prompted you to stand up, his hand falling down and getting dangerously close to your own.

“I know …” You started again, seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything. “I know that it’s wrong, that I shouldn’t be thinking of you in the ways that I am. But I can’t stop, Satoru, you consume me.”

The usage of his name snapped him back to reality and out of his own spinning thoughts, and hearing it come from specifically your lips was not helping his frame of mind. It sounded … different coming from your mouth. Like you were saying it like a praise rather than just a passing phrase like most people did. He wanted you to say it over and over again, repeating it like a mantra you were to speak or you would die if you didn’t. His eyes flickered into your own and saw how scared you were of how he would react and how he was definitely not helping to settle your nerves.

In truth, he didn’t know how to handle this situation. After all, this was not a lesson that had been given to him and he was definitely not in the best place to tell you anything, since his emotions were starting to cloud his judgment and all he could think was how he wished to tell you he felt the same way.

You waited for his response, getting impatient and wanting to just get this over with. You were waiting for the words he was supposed to say.

But Satoru didn’t always do the things he was supposed to do, in fact, he almost never did the things that he was supposed to. So why would he think to start now?

“You and I both know that this isn’t allowed,” Satoru said. “And yet I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

A visible look of shock washed over your face, mouth opening slightly and eyes widening, heart pounding against your ribcage. His hand reached down and grabbed your own, fingertips softly touching the palm of your hand. This felt like a dream. Were you sure that you weren’t dreaming? No, this was definitely real. Satoru was in front of you for sure, confessing that he was feeling the exact same way.

Satoru tipped his head down to meet your own, his breath fanning along your face, making you shiver. Your breath hitched in your throat, his lips brushing against your own, almost like he was testing you. You could feel the tips of his hair tickling against your forehead, nose against nose. You were so close. The hand on your own was grasping now, pulling your body close to his. And the two of you sat there, lips millimeters close while each of your minds buzzed with the feeling of doing something so daring.

You felt yourself going mad, you couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t wait. All of your feelings erupted inside of your throat and suddenly you were kissing him, lips smashing against his own with no care in the world. You didn’t care about the ramifications, the school … anything. All you cared about was Gojo, wanting as much of him that he was willing to give you.

You had never really kissed anyone before. There was a moment back when you were only ten and you were with another student, seeing one of the citizens of Tokyo kissing each other on the street. Interested in what they were doing, you and your friend kissed, thinking that it was weird and dismissing it. That had been your first kiss, a rather embarrassing one, but it was nothing compared to the way Gojo kissed you. He kissed you like there was a purpose to every single move of his muscles. He kissed you like you were forbidden fruit and he was starving.

His other hand came up to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair and keeping your face close to his. For just a moment his tongue slipped into your mouth and you made a small sound, butterflies swarming in your stomach. You tried to mimic what he was doing, going with your instincts and grasping onto his bicep, feeling the taut muscles under your touch.

Everything about yours and his actions were needy and hungry, wanting each other with such need that you had pushed down for so long. All of it seemed to come out of you like crashing waves. The kissing was nice, though after a while you needed more, you were dying for more of him. Please, Satoru, you thought.

As if he could read your thoughts, he pulled away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you two. “What do you want?” He whispered, tilting his head to the side and giving you one of those damn smirks of his. Of course he wanted you to say it. And you knew better than to not do what he wanted. 

“You, Satoru, I want you,” You whispered to him, as if someone was going to hear if you talked too loud. “Please.” You thought that you probably sounded like someone desperate, and in a way you were, you had waited for this forever and had convinced yourself that it would never happen. But he thought the exact opposite, he marveled in the way that you looked at him, wanting to show you how much you truly meant to him. The attraction and lust was there, intermingled with something more that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

He didn’t hesitate to give you what you wanted, slowly inching you towards the bed and helping you rest on your back, the silk sheets against the back of your arms and neck. Satoru was quick to follow, climbing on top of you and connecting his lips onto the skin right below your jaw. His lips were soft like snowflakes falling onto your skin, creating a masterpiece on your skin like you were his canvas. It all felt too good, the heightening the sensations to an almost unbearable amount. It sent shockwaves to your core, igniting a feeling you often only felt during the late hours of the night.

Seeing how well your body responded to him, well, almost drove Gojo crazy. You were so willing, so ready for him that his mind became cloudy, the only thing he could make out was his thoughts of you. His lips trailed down from your jaw to your neck, paying extra attention to the places that made you breathe out more than the others. He pressed a searing kiss to your pulse point, his teeth grazing the nerve and using his lips to suck a deep, purple mark into your skin. And then, when he felt it was the right time, he did it again and again, properly marking you as his. He didn’t care anymore. Your hands found their respective place in his hair, feeling the softness of the blond tufts between your fingers. It was so damn soft that you wondered how you had resisted the urge for so long before. 

Your clothes suddenly felt foreign on your body, you wanted them off, you wanted his off so that you could see all of him. He seemed to hear your thoughts, humming against your skin and pulling away, pressing a soft, firm kiss to your lips and helping you get out of them, and in turn you helped him get out of his.

Gojo’s body was like nothing you imagined. He was breathtaking. You knew that he had a nice body because of all the training and countless amounts of physical strain he has been through, but looking at those abs that he had, along with the sun kissed skin he had, you felt your throat close up, feeling inferior to what he looked like. “You’re beautiful, Y/N,” He said. “Don’t ever think that you’re not.” And you believed him.

His hands came to your hips, fingers toying with the fabric of your underwear that was the only thing blocking him from seeing you fully. His eyes scanned you, taking in the sheer and utter beauty before him. He wanted to kiss, lick, and nip on every single inch of skin on you. He wanted to learn each and every single curve, hear every story behind your scars, and know just what touches would have you squirming from underneath him. He wanted to know exactly where he had to kiss to get those sweet sounds out from you and he was sure that he could spend hours just doing that. 

No one has seen you this exposed before. You didn’t know whether or not to feel embarrassed, because he seemed to know what he was doing. You hadn’t felt the need to do anything like this with anyone else, not when you were too busy lusting over your teacher for so long. You didn’t want anyone to take that last bit of innocence from you except him, you were sure of it. And only now did you actually realize what was going to happen. Who was he to leave you pining and wanting, when you were basically offering your virginity up on a silver platter for him?

Your whole body felt hot, needing to feel the release that was beginning to build up from all of his kisses and your imagination running its course. “Satoru,” You breathed out, not knowing how to form into words what you wanted from him. Of course he knew, he could feel your hands pulling into his hair, all the while he began to whisper all the dirty little things that he wanted to do with you. How he wanted to keep you here all for himself, how he wanted to taste every single inch of you, and everything else that he could think about. After all, neither of you were hiding anything anymore. He knew exactly what he was going to do to you so that he could hear the plethora of moans that he knew you had just for him, wanting to hear his name come off of your lips in pleasure.

His head ducked down and kissed your hipbone, fingers hooking under your underwear and slowly sliding them off. Your eyes stayed on his actions, mouth forming into an ‘O’ when you realized what he was going to do. He was going to use his mouth on you. These were only things that you thought in your deepest, darkest fantasies, like he had reached into those parts of your mind and did exactly what you wanted.

As if Satoru was just tempting you, he pressed another slow kiss to the inside of your thigh and then did the same thing to the other side. Your hips lifted up only slightly, showing him that you couldn’t wait much longer. A chuckle left him, eyes reaching your own and saying, “Eager?” You weren’t even ashamed when you shook your head, keeping eye contact with him as he licked a bold stripe right up your slit. It felt as if an earthquake hit your body, your back arching and hands gripping onto his hair.

He hummed against you, liking the way that you responded to his actions. If he had it his way, he would sit here with you like this for hours on end, bringing you up to that high place again and again until you were a wrecked mess before him. It made him simply go crazy to think that he was the first person to ever do this to you, that he would be the first of anyone to hear those moans and profanities that slipped from your cherry kissed lips. Satoru’s own thoughts made him groan out, a noise that you played on repeat in your mind as your eyes screwed closed.

Your thighs quivered beside his face, attempting to squeeze shut so that you could keep him there forever. But his hands came and held them in place, fingers digging into your muscles that gave in to his touch like it was nothing. You were putty in his hands, the only movement you had was your hands pulling on his hair and the arch of your back while he lapped his tongue against you with no mercy.

“Stay still,” He told you, pulling away for a moment to lick what was left of you on his lips. You nodded, chest heaving and heart sinking at the loss of contact. But Satoru didn’t leave for long, his mouth on your clit accompanied with one of his fingers circling your entrance. You nearly lost it when he dipped his middle finger in experimentally, gauging your reaction. You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten, which only amplified once his finger pushed into you all the way.

You didn’t even attempt to try and censor the obscenities that came out of your mouth, mixed in rhyme with his name. Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. It was the only word that felt real in your mind.

You waited for that final jump towards a euphoric end, but it never came. Instead Satoru pulled away from you and his fingers left, making you feel uneasily empty. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was pulling down his boxers, taking his cock into his hands and watching as you almost became slack jawed - realizing what was about to happen. A moment of worry nestled its way into your mind, making your heart thump. If anyone was to find out, you would surely not be accepted back into the school. You would never be able to have Gojo again. It was your moment to choose. You knew that if you backed out, at least you would be able to work under him still and not have his affections. It would be better than never seeing him again. And yet, you couldn’t see your life without him, all of him. Not just the side that was your Sensei.

Satoru sensed your worry, taking your chin in his hands so that you looked up at him. “Are you sure?” He asked you, not wanting to move forward before you were ready. And God, were you ready. “Because once I start, I don’t think that I’m ever going to get enough of this pretty pussy.” 

And with all the courage that you mustered up, you gave him a small smile and said, “Yes.” You felt like you were flinging yourself off of some sort of cliff, or even more sinfully feeling like you were Persephone, cutting up her own slice of pomegranate and looking right into Hades eyes as she tasted the fruit, securing your fate that you would stay with him. You would stay with Satoru, even if it was only for this night.

He nestled between your legs and you could feel his tip press against your entrance. Air was caught in your lungs, sitting up on your elbows so that you could see as he eased himself into you. A sting of pain and a subtle feeling of pleasure was seated inside of you, watching as his cock was enveloped by you inch by inch. Satoru hissed at the feeling, you were so goddamn tight and he never wanted to stop from being inside of you. You looked down at where he was inside, thinking about how you could do this all day every day for the rest of your life. You now understood why this was so talked about, why your body craved it so much. Once all of him was inside, he leaned over so his head was in the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to your searing skin as you adjusted to him bottoming out.

You urged him to continue, thinking that the discomfort would soon go away with time. And you were eager to get all of him that you could, temptation coming forward instead of reason. He pulled out all the way then eased himself back in, continuing the slower pace and watching your reaction before him, your hands reaching to his back and finding their place there. One of his hands kept your legs open, taking you by your thigh and hoisting it up.

It took all that he could muster to not just ram into you, the want starting to cloud his judgment. The cursed energy between the two of you felt as if it was pushing both you and him towards each other, the connection almost driving each of you crazy. “You feel …” He started. “You feel so good.” That alone, along with the raspiness in his voice, made a fire erupt in your stomach. You sighed in response, eyes fluttering closed once again.

And then, much to his surprise, you whispered, “Go faster, Satoru.” You needed him so bad you felt like you were going to explode, lust enveloping the both of you and intertwining with your energies.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and he gripped onto the leg he lifted up, beginning a slightly faster rhythm that had you arching your neck and back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Satoru was so big, stretching you out in just the right way that had you almost keeling over if he hadn’t had such a tight grip on you. Your one leg wrapped along his waist, heel digging into his back while his pace increased.

This angle he had you in made you yelp and moan shamelessly, not caring if people all the way in the capital could hear you as you yelled his name like a prayer. His pace finally became a fast rhythm and you found comfort in being able to finally feel nothing but pleasure with every deep stroke he made.

In this place, it was only you and him. Like you were in your own little place of paradise where you could explore each other in every way. There was nothing that could take this moment from you or him, this moment would forever be engraved in your mind for many years to come, remembering the way that he moaned out your name and the way he looked when you opened your eyes to peek at his face. His brows were furrowed, sweat beading on his forehead and mouth spilled open saying nothing but your name.

He made you feel so good, so euphoric that the fire grew and grew, becoming a wildfire raging inside of you. And you looked so heavenly to him, the way that your eyes only looked at him, breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust he gave you. You took him so well, like you were made for only him. His hips brushed against your own, hand coming up to caress your cheek, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “I want to see you look at me when I fuck you,” he whispered, a deep sense of posessiveness suddenly washing over him. 

You weren’t going to last much longer. Not with the way that he was pounding into you with sheer force you didn’t know was possible until now. But you didn’t want this to end, you never wanted this to end in fear that things would go back to the way they were before. You would have to try and forget that this ever happened. It wasn’t something you wanted to do and didn’t even know if you had the strength to do it. After this moment both of you would be connected.

You made a guttural noise, teetering over the edge of what felt like a wave of bliss. This was it, there was no way that you could keep yourself from it now. It only took a singular deep stroke of his cock to send you right over the edge, your back arching and body spasming, his name rolling off of your tongue in the most sinful way you have ever said it before. Your hands gripped for any part of him that you could reach, groping his muscles to keep him close to you. He didn’t stop moving inside of you, making you ride it out even harder as he chased his own high. 

“Yeah? You came all over my cock like a good student, didn’t you?” 

You could only whimper in response. 

You were so sensitive as he fucked into you, giving you no mercy. He groaned as you came, watching the way that your eyes screwed shut and mouth opening in as you sucked in harsh breaths. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you and you knew that he was close, wondering if he was going to cum inside of you or pull out before he did. He did the latter, taking one more deep stroke before pulling out. Satoru was about to start stroking himself with his hand but you rushed with your own to meet him there, using your own and pumping a few times.

A string of profanities came from his lips as he came, white hot liquid spurting onto your stomach, dripping like beads coating your skin. He had no shame as he shuddered, muscles flexing with every passing second. He drank in your body, seeing how wet you were for him, how soft your hand was on his cock, how much he longed to see you like this more times before you and him left. And soon enough he was finished, the only thing between both of you was both of your panting breaths.

Satoru moved to grab something on the floor, realizing that it was the shirt he had on before and moving to wipe your stomach off, dropping it to the floor and coming to lay down next to you. You winced for a moment as you moved to look at him, his own eyes staring at the ceiling. You were scared of what was to come next, if there was anything that was supposed to come next. You knew that the two of you couldn’t be together, at least openly, though it was even risky to continue doing something like this in private.

“Satoru,” You called out to him, forcing him to look at you. “What will happen next?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, I don’t know,” He responded. All he knew was that he wanted you, again and again. In the domestic moments and in the explicit ones like before. You were so tantalizing, and he realized now that because he had tasted the forbidden fruit that was you, he would never be able to stop. There was simply no way that he would be able to conceal his want for you from you anymore.

You waited for his answer, knowing that it would probably be one you didn’t want to hear. But for the second time this evening, Satoru surprised you again.

He leaned over and kissed you.

And you knew his answer from that.

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