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β EVERYONE WANTS SATORU GOJO, SO WHY ARE YOU THE ONE STUCK GUARDING HIM ? β
β§ pairing: rich boy! gojo x bodyguard! reader
β§ summary: after the gojo family receives threats to their lives, you're hired to protect the heir to the company, satoru gojo - you just didn't realize how charming the rich heir would be - and just how hard it would be to resist his advances.
β§ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fluff, reader is around the same age as gojo (both in their 20s but age is vague), virgin! gojo, switch! gojo, oral (f + m), handjob (m), dry humping, fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), depictions of violence, mentions of yakuza, dirty business dealings, gojo's made up dad and suguru make an appearance
β§ wc: 15,311 (i don't know what to say at this point)
β§ for my 2k celebration event: item 1 has been sold to @forest-hashira and two anons!
βSo, is this your first time?β
Satoru Gojo would be the end of you β one way or another.Β
One way would be you sacrificing your life to protect him β fairly run of the mill when it came to guarding someone, the risk of putting your life on the line, though the chance of death usually was fairly slim. You had only come close β twice.Β
You didnβt care to make it a third.Β
The other, increasingly more likely, way was that you would lose your mind to his incessant yammering before you even had a chance to neutralize any threat to his life.Β
You nearly spit out your drink at the question, wiping your mouth with a napkin, before managin to choke it down, βExcuse me?βΒ
And his lips annoyingly curl, βYour first time guarding someone,βΒ
The heir seemed fairly nonchalant, even after his father had sat the both of you down in a room filled with more security agents than the prime minister of Japan himself had, and had lectured him about the importance of staying with you the entire time and to respect your authority β well one out of two wasnβt bad. Heβs eating a piece of cake instead of a meal, his fork digging into the back of the cake again and again, toying with his food as he did with you, βI mean, you seem fairly young, but old enough to be entrusted with my safety,βΒ
βWell, since you insisted on going to school, your father needed someone unassuming who looked around your age,β you lean against your hand, your other drumming against the table, as your eyes scanned the area β table of frat boys, group of girls sneaking glances at Gojo, various other students, no real threats β unless you counted the girlsβ death daggers towards you, βsomeone who wouldnβt look out of place with you, raise any suspicions, but who could still protect you,βΒ
His lips curl, as your eyes find their way back to the young heir, βSo basically, you had to look like my girlfriend β shouldnβt I hold your hand? Sell the act? All in the name of my safety,βΒ
You jerk your head towards his group of admirers, βI think what weβre doing now is plenty β unless youβd like your guard to get mauled by a bunch of hormonal college girls,βΒ
His eyes slid to his adoring fans, as he pities them with a wave, erupting squeals from them, βI think you could take them,β
βHow flattering,β you reply drily, picking at the food in front of you, βnow finish your lunch so we can get to our next class on time,βΒ
βAre you still upset that we were late this morning?βΒ
βNo, Iβm upset that we missed half the class and I had to take the fall for it,β the heir had oh so kindly told the professor that you had made them run late (even though he was the one who spent far too long in the bathroom).Β
And even though you wouldnβt be attending this school for long, you hoped that you wouldnβt have to make yourself look like a fool the entire time you were here β but β your eyes found Gojoβs again β sticking with Satoru Gojo almost made that a guarantee that you would look like a fool β one way or another.Β
And you were already the fool β for thinking that a college aged boy would have any real food in his refrigerator. Although, Satoru Gojo was a different breed β instead of alcohol and questionable containers of takeout, there was...sweets.Β
So. Many. Sweets.
Not just cookies and candy β but literally six different kinds of mochi (for some reason?) and almost any pastry you could possibly think of was stocked in the house. And the freezer was more of the same β seven different containers of ice cream and one aged bag of edamame stuck in the back.Β
βGojo?β you stare into the open refrigerator, while Gojo lays back on his couch, scrolling on his phone mindlessly.Β
βYeah?βΒ
βDo you have any food?βΒ
βWhat do you mean? The refrigerator is full of food?β and his voice is thick with genuine confusion and youβre almost wondering how this man survived to this age.Β
Oh yeah, heβs rich.Β
You sigh, closing the refrigerator doors, and striding over to him, only to snatch his phone out of his hands, βSweets are not real food β how do you eat like this and function?βΒ
He only shrugs, lips curled into a grin, βIβm just built different,βΒ
βYou mean like a person who wonβt make it to age fifty?β you toss his phone back at him, βget up,β you grab your sweatshirt hanging by the door and throw his jacket at him. He barely catches it, as he sits up, his face displeased with your sudden need to get him up.Β
βWhere are we going?βΒ
βSo,β Gojo says, his hands in his pockets, as you both walk the aisles of the grocery store, βwhy did I have to come with you?βΒ
βBecause Iβm going to show you how to actually shop for groceries, so you donβt have a heart attack and die before my stint with you is up,β you grab essentials and basics β oil, rice, cereal, pasta, spices, flour, sugar (although did he really need sugar with the amount he was already consuming?), βyou know it would suck if my client died before we eliminated the other threats on his life,β before you add with a smile, βthough I think your eating habits are more likely to kill you,βΒ
βYou know men really hate sarcastic women,β he bites back, before something catches his eye in the aisle and he places it in the cart, βmajor turn off,βΒ
βWell, mission accomplished then,β you roll your eyes, as you look back at the cart to see a box of cookies, βyou know when I said you were a moron, I was half kidding, but now,β you lift up the box of cookies, βyou have a million cookies at home,βΒ
He pouts β why do you feel like a mother refusing their child their candy at checkout? β βNot these ones,β you take the box and put it back on the shelf where it belonged, and he relents.Β
βDid you eat like this before college?βΒ
He shook his head, βMy meals were prepared for me by the chef at my home, I never really had much of a say in what I ate, or anything really,β and you shake your head, βmy father wasnβt really the type to let me handle anything on my own β thus the need for a babysitter,βΒ
You nod, βSo no one really taught you how to take care of yourself?β and he shakes his head.Β
βGuess not, but I guess no time like the present to learn,β he examines the box of baking powder you had just placed in the cart, βlike what this is,β and you snort, taking the box from him and placing it back in the cart.Β
βMaybe by the end of this trip, weβll have you making it past the age of forty,βΒ
He raises an eyebrow, βI thought you said fifty?βΒ
βThe cookies made me lose more faith in you,βΒ
The two of you continue to shop, as you help him pick out vegetables, meat, and other necessities for the house. You separate the things for you and for him meticulously, as the two of you head over to the checkout, and heβs placing everything on the conveyor belt together, including your own things, βNo wait, those are mineββΒ
βConsider it payment,β he stops you, as you continue to try to argue, but heβs only blocking you from the conveyor belt with a raised arm, a real smile on his lips, βjust let me do this for you,β And you canβt find any words, so your mouth shuts, and you nod β as you watch him speak with the older cashier with his patented charm.Β
And the cashier stops you right as youβre leaving, whispering, βThatβs a good one, donβt let him go, ok?β and you pause, her words sinking in as blood rushes to your cheeks.Β
βWeβre notββΒ
βI know,β the older woman chuckles far too knowingly, as she hands you the receipt, βbut you never know.βΒ
βYou coming?β Gojo calls, turning to look back at you, as he pushes the cart of groceries, and you look from the cashier to him, before fleeing with a quick βthank you.βΒ
And as you go home, you glance at Gojo, maybe there was more to him than you initially thought.Β
βThis is so boooooring,β Gojoβs whining for, what you assume is, the billionth time, βI hate philosophy, moral arguments? Itβs such bullshit,βΒ
βYou know philosophy is literally a subject that encompasses everything right?β you tilt your head watching him lay on the floor as the two of you sit at the table, his head right next to you, as you sit cross legged, βthereβs no avoiding it in life,βΒ
βWell canβt I avoid it in school at least? Because college feels very different from real life,β and you roll your eyes, flicking him between the eyes.Β
βJust write your paper, I already finished mine,β and he perks up.Β
And he slides his laptop over to you, βThen you can write mine,βΒ
βThatβs not happening,β and he groans again, βyou know if you spent all the time that you whined working on your paper then youβd be done,βΒ
βWere you this much of a buzzkill when you were in college?β Gojo stares at you, βwhat do you even do for fun?βΒ
βWhy is this relevant to you writing your paper?βΒ
βWhy is writing my paper relevant to protecting my life?β and you open and close your mouth, βcβmon give me something, anything,βΒ
βHow about this β when you finish a page, Iβll answer a question, any question,β you offer, and he grins, as he sits up and begins to type away at his laptop.Β
You sit back, lying back and using your phone, until about fifteen minutes later when heβs holding his laptop up, showing you that he completed a page, βThat fast?β youβre skeptical, and then you grab his laptop, skimming the page, wondering if he was trying to trick you β he wasnβt. It was good, more than good β it was a wonderful discussion of deontological ethics.Β
βHow did you finish this so fast?β you raise an eyebrow, βyou complain so much, but you wrote this page far too quickly,βΒ
He shrugs, βIβm good at everything, sweetheart,β and you roll your eyes, βjealous?β
βTotally,β you scoff, before grinning,Β βso get back to work,β and he gapes at you, before groaning dramatically, lying back on the floor again.Β
βUgh, this is too much work,β he whines again, βI donβt know why I had to take this stupid class,β he grumbles.Β
βThen why did you?β you scroll through your phone, checking for any new alerts or updates from his father or any other member of the security team, βyou have a choice in what classes you sign up for, donβt you?βΒ
And for one of the first times, you saw Satoruβs playfulness ebb away, replaced with almost a bitterness β as bitter as his words were usually sweet, βMaybe most college kids do, but I donβt have a choice in most of the things I do, including the classes I pick,βΒ
You tilt your head, βYour father?β And he nods, βdid you even choose your major?βΒ
His eyes drift to the ceiling, βIs it a choice when your father tells you youβre either being groomed to run his company when you graduate or heβs not paying for you to go to school at all?βΒ
βNo, it isnβt,β you admit, βbut it could be worse, he could have stuck you with a glorified babysitter on top of it,βΒ
He cracks a smile, βI donβt know, maybe I have a thing for babysitters,β and you roll your eyes, cracking a smile.Β
βGet back to work.βΒ
βFuck,β Satoru muttered, watching the rain come down as he waited outside the university awning of the building he had just finished his class in. You had left him to go to class by himself β you trusted him enough not to get murdered while in class and on the walk back (high praise) β and said youβd likely just meet him back at the apartment. But now, he didnβt know how heβd get home without getting soaked.Β
He checks his phone for any rideshares nearby, but there were none. And he would rather go drown in the rain than call his fatherβs driver, and guarantee a lecture about being prepared for βany given situation.βΒ
Shit. Maybe he would just risk walking.Β
So he did. The rain soaked through his clothes all too quick, the wet fabric clinging to his skin, and the cold leeching the warmth from his body. And he couldnβt help but think if you were with him, you would have remembered to bring an umbrella.Β
Weird, when did he ever really rely on anyone else?Β
Yes, his father had maids, cooks, and personal shoppers when he was growing up β but they werenβt people he relied on β he did, but it was expected. It was their job. And yes, he was a job for you too β butβ¦it was different.Β
Satoru didnβt know when it happened but he had gotten used to your presence in his life. Whether it was at home or in class, you were always there. And it wasnβt as annoying as he thought it would be. It wasβ¦nice to have someone there to lean on. But, as he glanced up at the storm clouds, holding a hand above his eyes β rolling dark clouds with no signs of the rain letting up β this would be his reality once the threats were a distant memory.Β
βGojo!β He blinks, his eyes snapping forward, and he sees someone coming over the horizon.Β
It was you β umbrella in hand, as your footsteps echoed with the splashes of water from the rain that collected on the ground. And you found your way to him, holding the umbrella over his head. He stared at you as you grew closer, wondering if you were real. And he wasnβt surprised you found him β
βHow did you know?β He asks when you stand, catching your breath, short pants, as your eyes flicker up to his.Β
βYou always forget your umbrella, so I figured you needed one,β you shrugged, βplus I finished my meeting early so I came to get you,β and he only stares at you, βwhat?βΒ
And he only shakes his head, as he takes the umbrella from your hand, fingers brushing, as he holds it up over the both of you, your shoulders brushing as you begin to walk home. And he found himself wishing for a split second that the threats would never stop.Β
βJust wondering if itβs in your job description to protect me from colds too,β and you snort, lips curling into the same smile he loved to see.Β
βWith you? It is.βΒ
βA party?βΒ
βYes, known as a gathering of people whereββΒ
βI donβt need you to define the word,β you grit your teeth, as you watch him pull out shirts from his closet, holding them up, before shrugging, βdo you know the kind of danger you could put yourself in by going?βΒ
βI know, the party might go into a frenzy at the sight of me, think of all the students whoβd glare at you then,β he grins, as he finally settles on an outfit β charcoal gray shirt and a blue button down, βmight have to call another bodyguard to guard you instead, princess,βΒ
βArenβt you the princess if youβre the one being guarded?β you bite back, and he only laughs, hands in his pockets, βGojo, you have serious threats that have been leviedββΒ
βAgainst my fatherββΒ
βAnd you, the heir to your fatherβs company,β you cut him off, crossing your arms, βare you seriously going to risk our lives because you want to get drunk and fuck around with a bunch of idiots?βΒ
The answer was yes, of course.Β
And now here you were, stuck babysitting this spoiled heir at a party. You hadnβt really been to any parties β hadnβt bothered to. You had gotten through college at a young age, perks of skipping a few grades, and you ended up in the family business regardless β so you didnβt bother to party much. Not when you had things to accomplish β babysitting a drunk heir wasnβt one of them.Β
It has started as you expected. Gojo had flitted away from your side the first moment he got, disappearing into the throng of horny and drunk college students. You wove your way through the crowd, careful not to trip over the students making out, dancing, or drinking on nearly any available surface. The smell of beer and cheap cologne wafted through this dorm. And you had almost given up on finding him when you spotted him stuck to the sides of three girls, all of them far too eager to hang off his every word.Β
You sighed, this was going to be a long night.Β
βYou one of Satoruβs girlfriends?β you glance to your side and see Suguru Geto in person. You had learned all about Satoru Gojo and the people he hung around. Like those three girls β one of them had a long distance boyfriend, the other had a cheating situationship she was trying to make jealous, and the other just wanted to fuck him for the experience. Suguru Geto was one of the only friends of Gojo you had liked from what you had read about him β humble background, on scholarship at the college, but one of the best students here β and a philosophy student of all things, the very subject his best friend hated.Β
You want to say no, but unfortunately, you have no idea what the idiot has been saying to other people, βSomething like that,β you sip at your drink to make the bitter words slide down, βwhy? Are you?βΒ
A chuckle slips past his lips, as he takes a swig of his drink, βWell I already like you better than the others. You have a sense of humor and seemingly more than two brain cells,βΒ
βDonβt give me too much credit,β you snorted, leaning against a wall, βI did end up here after all,β
βFair enough, howβd he convince you to come?β And you shake your head β good question. What choice did you really have? You could have let him go alone, but probably not a good lookΒ
βI donβt even know honestly, feel like Iβve been dragged here to make sure he doesnβt do something stupid,β you glance at him and the gaggle of girls, βthough maybe I already fucking failed at that,βΒ
Geto shrugs, as his gaze slips from Gojo to you, βI mean until he sticks his tongue down one of their throats, I think youβre doing pretty well,βΒ
You laugh, βGood to know,β and you both continue to chat, and unbeknowst to you, while your focus is torn away from Gojo, his attention is fully on you.Β
If looks could kill, Satoru imagined his crystal eyes were nothing more than daggers ready to strike, as he watches you and Suguru talk.Β
It was his fucking idea to come to this party, so why were you having more fun than he was?
He swirled his drink miserably β he had barely taken a sip of the beer poured for him β why would he when it tasted like piss? He didnβt understand why people liked to drink β especially when they could eat mochi instead β but now, as he stares at you and Suguru, maybe he was starting to understand.Β
He canβt hear what either of you are saying over the blaring music and the chatter of students surrounding him, but he can see the smile on your lips and the laugh that left them.Β
Why the fuck do you look so happy to talk to Suguru?Β
You seemed so bored when he was with youβand did you just fucking laugh again at something Suguru said?Β
The crinkle of plastic and the distinct feeling of a spill made his gaze snap to his hand β he just crushed his plastic drink cup. He sighed, as he simply placed it among the other abandoned drink cups on a nearby table, before wiping off his hand with a napkin.Β
Why did he even care? You were nothing but a nuisance anyway. All you did was follow him around, make him go to class on time, make sure he was safe, care about his well-beingβΒ
What the fuck was he thinking?Β
His eyes couldnβt help but slide back to you as he tried to enjoy the girls' company, their slight touches and soft pouts and sweet words not going unnoticed by him. But that was how it always was. Once people found out he was rich, people wanted to be his friend, they wanted to date him, they wanted him β but not really him, they wanted his money.Β
First world problems, right?Β
But you β you hadnβt been like that. You were irritatingly punctual, unfazed by his money, didnβt care in the slightest about his father or who he was β you just wanted to do your job. And he was your job, for the time being.Β
And now he got to see you smile β your lips perfectly curled in a smile that both he wanted to see all the time and grated on his nerves β but you were smiling at someone else. And Suguru no less.Β
βCβmon Satoru, you gonna make eyes at your boyfriend all night?β Aiko said, nudging him teasingly, her words far too slurred.Β
βHelp us finish these shots,β Yumiko whines, as she offers him a shot, urging it into his hands.Β
Heβs grimacing, he hates alcohol β he hates how he feels during and after; he hates the disgusting, metallic taste; and if it couldnβt get worse, heβs a lightweight. He stares at the shot.Β
βItβs just one shot,β Misaki grins, holding up her own, clinking hers to his, βyouβre already three shots behind everyone else,βΒ
And heβs about to open his mouth to refuse β make up an excuse of having to wake up early or stomach being unsettled β and thatβs when you catch his attention. You were laughing now, a noise far too pretty for his liking, as you shoved Suguruβs chest playfully.Β
Fuck it.Β
He downs the shot, the liquid searing down his throat, dragging down until it settles in a burning pool in his stomach. Finally he tears his gaze away as the girls offer him another shot β as you grin at Suguru β this was going to be a long night.Β
βHey,β Geto jerks his head, βyou might want to deal with that,βΒ
You whip your head around.Β
βOh what theββΒ
Gojo was hanging all over the girls he was with, barely able to stand on his two feet, as he swayed from side to side β his cheeks glowed with the telltale glow that told everyone he had been drinking (if that wasnβt obvious by literally everything else).Β
Fuck.Β
You had kept an eye on him. You swore he had only taken two shots of alcohol, how was he this drunk already? You examine and sniff the two shot glasses he used β no peculiar smell or residue β you run through the gamut of tests you could do on hand and conclude two things: 1) Gojo wasn't drugged and 2) he was a lightweight.Β
But that didnβt stop him from acting like he wasnβt, as girls egged him on to take more shots, and from the way they were eyeing him, their intentions were anything but pure.Β
You sigh, walking over, slipping past a drunk couple making out, a person passed out and sleeping on the floor, and a cluster of cheering onlookers as a student chugged what you can only assume was a disgusting concoction of alcohol.Β
Until you finally reached his side.Β
βI think youβve had enough, isnβt that right, Satoru?β And heβs blinking at you, before heβs grinning, slurring your name.
βYouβre no fun,β and heβs clinging all over you, his hands curled around your waist, βsuch a buzzkill, donβt even like to have any fun with me,βΒ
βLooks like you had too much fun without me,β you murmur, your arm slinks around the middle of his back, βletβs get you back to your dorm,βΒ
βHey heβs fine, heβs having fun with us,β Aiko glared at you, a hiccup leaving her lips, βdonβt go crashing our good time because heβs not interested in you,βΒ
βYeah why donβt you go hang out with Geto or whatever? Weβll take good care of him. Cβmon Toru, letβs go to my place in Shibuya, I have a huge house there,β Yumiko says, barely coherent, and you raise your eyebrows at the nickname, as she leans in to whisper, alcohol wafting off her breath, as she lifts up her middle finger, βfuck off,βΒ
Honestly the only reason you can understand the gist of what she meant was because of her middle finger. Their other friend is passed out on the couch.Β
βI donβt think any of you can even care for yourselves,β you scoff, and Satoru is hanging all over you already, mumbling words you canβt make out in your ear, βIβm taking him home, you should take your friend home,βΒ
βGeto, wanna help me out?β And Geto nods, trying to take Gojo other arm, but Gojo pushes him away, instead clinging to you, you stumble a moment before catching both of you, βGojoββΒ
βNo, wanna go home with just you,β heβs officially whining, and youβre having flashbacks to the summer you spent babysitting, but β you look at the drunk white porcupine clinging to you β somehow this idiot is worse than the kid.Β
You sigh, βGeto, make sure that girl gets home safe,β you gesture to the one passed out on the couch, βIβm going to deal with this one,βΒ
Geto stares at the two of you, the far too tall Satoru hunched over onto your body, βCan youββΒ
But youβre already walking away, able to drag Gojo away with relative ease (itβd be far easier if heβd pull his own weight, but at least he was quiet).Β
That was, until you got outside. And then the whining began again.Β
βHow can you treat me like this?β Gojoβs hands cling to your arm, his face buried in your shoulder, βyou shouldnβt ignore the one youβre supposed to protect!β and heβs shaking his head like a petulant child, his bottom lip quivering.Β
βYouβre the one who left my side, not the other way around,β you grumble, as heβs finally beginning to walk by himself but heβs still stuck to your side like an overgrown cactus, βyouβre the one who wanted to go to this goddamn party,βΒ
βYeah but youβre the one who's supposed to protect me,β he pouts, as he stops right in front of his building, βI canβt do your job for you,β and heβs finally standing in front of you, his cheeks and nose still flushed from the alcohol, his hand still clutching at yours, βdo you even know how to do your job?βΒ
You grit your teeth. Would punching the person youβre hired to protect be a breach of contract? You rub your temples, it may come to that.Β
βYouβre an idiot,β you jerk your hand away, shaking your head, βmy job is to protect you, not to stop you from doing stupid college boy shit,βΒ
Heβs crossing his arms, βI could have been in danger β what if that alcohol was poisoned? I feel really sick,β he grips, holding his stomach with pursed lips, and youβre thoroughly unimpressed.Β
βI looked at it, it wasnβt poisoned,β you raise an eyebrow, before sighing, and shrugging your shoulder bag off your shoulders, rooting around in the pouch, βbut if you want, I have something in my bag that will turn your stomach inside out and weβll be sure to get the poison out,βΒ
βNooooo, no! Iβm fine,β heβs shaking his head, his voice grows soft, βI just need to get to bed,β he mutters, and you roll your eyes, but grab him by his wrist.Β
βCome on, weβre going inside,β and itβs a struggle to get to his apartment β more like a luxury penthouse β on the top floor, but somehow you get him inside and shepherd into his bedroom. And heβs shrugging off his button up before pulling off the shirt underneath.Β
Your gaze snaps away, cheeks burning, your eyes trying to erase the glimpse of his fucking unfairly chiseled physique β complete a surprisingly broad chest and shoulders β how the fuck was that hiding under his clothes? He looked like a stick normally with his clothes on.Β
βSee something you like?β heβs snickering, as you hear the click of his belt and the and sounds of rustling β assuredly stepping out of his jeans.Β
βNo, just not used to clients stripping for me,β you turn your back to him, as you hear the creak of the mattress and the crinkling of his comforter and sheets.Β
βAm I just a client to you?β his words were still mildly slurred, and you knew heβd be pouting if he had enough brain cells to do so, βyou can turn around, Iβm under the covers,β he adds with a grumble.Β
You turn and see him curled up under his blanket and you have to bite back your smile β now he most assuredly looked like one of the kids you used to babysit.Β
βWell what else am I supposed to see you as, Gojo?β you cross your arms, and heβs muttering under his breath, βwhat?βΒ
βThatβs just it. You donβt even call me by my first name,β heβs brooding, face twisted in a scowl, βI donβt have a lot of people I trust. Most people are just after my money or my looks,β he looks at you, βyouβre different. Kinda weird,βΒ
You quirk an eyebrow, βis that a good thing?βΒ
βWell I trust you,β he admits, and you note the tips of his ears barely visible outside the comforter are red β is it still the flush from the alcohol? βI donβt really have many of those,βΒ
And youβre taken aback β you thought you were nothing but a nuisance to this party obsessed prince, but maybe there was more to him than you thought. You toyed the ring on your finger, maybe you had more in common than you thought.Β
βThank you, Iβm glad you do, because you can, trust me that is,β you say softly, βgood night, Satoru.βΒ
And he does sleep after that, as you spend the night keeping watch, half to ensure his safety and the other to make sure he slept on his side in case he threw up
(and he did, twice).Β
βI need to talk to you,β Suguru Geto barely looked up from his phone when he saw Satoru in front of him, his best friend looking more irritable than usual β his usually bored affect seemed to be on holiday, βSuguru?βΒ
βI heard you the first time, what is it?β and Satoru snatches the phone from Suguruβs hands, βwhat the fuckββΒ
βWhat were you doing last night?β and Suguru tilts his head, before rubbing his temple.
βGive me my fucking phoneββΒ
βWhat did you talk to her about?β And Suguru stares at him, his brow furrowed, smart mouth ready with a reply about a stint in a spa or a retreat was needed before his lips curl.Β
βOh. Her,β and heβs leaning back, a lazy shrug, βthis and that,βΒ
βCut the shit, Suguru, do you like her or not? Did you get her number?β And Satoru is trying to unlock Suguruβs phone, as Suguru watches with a tilt of his head and a wry grin on his lips, βhuh? what is it?βΒ
βSo you like her, that much is clear,β and heβs crossing his arms, βI assume you didnβt tell her or you wouldnβt have come in swinging and stealing?βΒ
Satoru stares at him, slack jawed and cheeks turning a deep pink that only carnations could rival, βNo! Sheβs just aβ¦friend of the family, and sheβs not supposed to be withββΒ
βShe told me she liked you,β his heart catches, mouth falling open, before Suguruβs lips curl, βwell, she said that she was one of the many, rather,βΒ
Satoruβs cheeks burn, βItβs not like that, she barely even fucking looks at me. Can you believe that? Me?β and he gestures up and down his body.Β
βI see your ego is still intact,β Suguru scoffs, shaking his head, before leaning back on his palms, βjust tell her how you feel, Satoru, whatβs the problem?βΒ
βThe problem is I have no idea how she feels and itβs all your fault!β And Suguru raises an eyebrow, βyou charmed her and Iβm sure youβre the only one sheβs thinking about now,β he covers his face, βand after what I said to her last nightβ¦β he couldnβt believe he admitted that you were the one of the only ones he trusted. And he called you weird.Β
He honestly didnβt know what was worse.Β
βWhat did you even say?βΒ
βSay to who?β and Satoru turns, finding you standing behind him, arms crossed.Β
And Satoru cuts Suguru off before he can say a thing, βNot important. What are you doing hereββ you grab him by the wrist, a wave of heat makes his nearly burn red as you begin to drag him away, βwhat are youββΒ
βBye Geto,β you say, waving at the raven haired student, before taking Getoβs phone and tossing it back to him, βIβm taking the idiotββΒ
βHUH?βΒ
βGood luck. He might need to be fed β heβs in a mood,β and he waves back, same smile on his lips.Β
βWhat did you two do, adopt me?β Satoru grumbles as you pull him away, βwhere the hell are you dragging me? How did you even find me?βΒ
βThe post hangover suits you well, we have to get to class, and I placed a tracker on you,β and heβs jerking his hand away, staring at you, βI have to be able to find you, donβt I?βΒ
βWhere?βΒ
You tilt your head, βWhy would I tell you? Donβt worry about, Iβll remove it after weβre done here,βΒ
You werenβt going to budge on this β and if he argued more, you would take it up with his father. And he would like to avoid that as much as possible. He sticks his hands in his pockets, , βIβm tired, canβt you just go and take notes for me?βΒ
βI thought youβd be more concerned about the threats against your life, instead of sending your bodyguard off to your class for youβ you hiss, and heβs pouting again, unable to meet your gaze, βwhatβs your problem, Satoru?βΒ
And he pauses, the retort on lips dying as his brain looped in an infinite spiral of his name on your lips, βYou called me βSatoru,ββ
You tilt your head, βyou told me to last night,β and then you add with a wicked grin, βremember? When you said I was one of the only people you trusted,β you tease, but heβs too busy hearing his name repeat in his head again and again, βSatoruββΒ
βBetter be careful, sweetheart,β his lips curl into that annoyingly charming smile, βkeep calling me by my first name and I may fall for you,βΒ
You glare at him, before rolling your eyes, βI see youβre feeling better now,β you walk forward, glancing back at him, βyou coming?βΒ
And his wrist tingles still tingle from your touch, his lips quirk into a smile, βYeah.βΒ
βWhy did you become a bodyguard?β Satoru asks you, the movie you had haphazardly chosen still ongoing had all become background noise while you spoke, the illumination from the television screen being the only thing that kept your faces lit in the dark living room (he had insisted on shutting the lights off for an βauthentic movie watching experienceβ).Β
It had been a few weeks, with no signs of the threat posed ever being eliminated β still new threats were being made, and the Gojo family was still on edge.Β
But you were on edge for a whole other reason.Β
His fingers were still shoved in the bag of kettle corn he had been snacking on this entire time, but you could feel his gaze on you, instead of the movie.Β
βWhat do you mean?β your eyes slide to him, as your phoneβs ringer goes off with a spam email, and you silence it, keeping it on vibrate for emergencies, βand whatβs with the sudden question?βΒ
The two of you had settled into your routine β days spent in class, meals shared, grocery shopping, and nights spent either in or out β but again, always together. And, it wasnβt bad β some of it was fun, to the point you almost forgot you were working.Β
But you were working. Even now, as your legs are thrown up on the couch, crossed underneath you, your knee brushing against his thigh.Β
He shrugs, βYou owe me a question, remember?β and he reminds you of your promise from weeks ago β you had wondered why he had never asked you anything that night, βYou never talk about yourself. You implied you have your degree, but not much else. From what Iβve seen of you, youβre intelligent β you could have done anything, why this?β and his lips curl into that mischievous, βunless you just had to guard me when you found out it was me,βΒ
You toss a throw pillow at him, but he catches it with ease, βIf only your body was as bulletproof as your body,β and he huffs out a laugh, as you sigh, βwhy are you interested anyway?βΒ
βBecause I am,β you scoff.Β
βNice reasoning,β he only grins, a thousand watt even in the dark.Β
βI thought so,β and heβs holding the pillow to his chest, βcβmon, can you not tell me even one thing about yourself?βΒ
He wasnβt going to let this go was he? And you relent, chewing on your lip, βMy family has been in this business for years β my grandfather, my father, my uncles, and my cousins, and I wanted to be one too. To protect people β itβs a lot more work than it seems. Itβs quick thinking, critical reasoning, and analytical skills. Itβs all I ever wanted to do after watching my dad do it,β you say softly, βbut he didnβt think I was capable of it. He thought I was too soft. Too weak. So I decided to prove him wrong,βΒ
βYou weak? Has your father met you?β and you huff a laugh, βIβm serious,β his cerulean pools meeting yours with not a ripple of hesitancy in them, βIβve seen you β I donβt Iβve met anyone this determined, or stubborn,β he adds with a smirk.Β
βIβm stubborn?β you gape at him, βthis coming from the king of stubborn,βΒ
βOnly if youβll be my queen,β and you roll your eyes, but your cheeks burn, as your gaze turns back to the movie β why did your heart catch at his words? βbut trust me, Iβm very flexible in other aspects,βΒ
βOh my god, is every other sentence that leaves your mouth a pick-up line?β and he opens his mouth, βdonβt say βonly for you,β or I will be the only threat you have to worry about,βΒ
βPromise?β you grab another pillow, but he catches your wrist before you can toss it. Your breath catches, and you canβt meet his gaze β you canβt, because you know if you doβ but then he whispers your name.Β
And you canβt help it. You look at him. His eyes are so pretty. They were really the first things that struck you when you met him β that was before he opened his mouth. They looked like they contained multitudes, a far too beautiful ocean tucked behind sunglasses and an irritated scowl. But it wasnβt a secret that Satoru Gojo was attractive β especially not when every other person glared at you for simply being in his presence. But physical attractiveness meant little if a person wasnβt good β because superficiality could only take you so far.Β
And you knew what it was like to be only judged superficially β and by the way Satoruβs smile didnβt quite reach his eyes when these people chatted him up, he was far too used to it.Β
And once he did speak, you had written him off as another rich kid β you had seen them a dime a dozen throughout your schooling and from the people your family was protected to hire. But there was something about him β something you couldnβt quite shake, even though every part of you was telling to do so.Β
βWhat is it, Satoru?β And his fingers tug you a little closer, gently, his hand loose enough for you to slip away, but you donβt. Why donβt you?Β
βYou donβt always have to have your guard up,β his voice is soft, far too soft for the far too loud heir, βitβs okay to open up,βΒ
You shake your head, but still unable to pull away, βItβs dangerous,β and he laughs, a sound that only warms the thin icy barrier between you both, melting it to nothing.Β
βIsnβt danger the whole reason we met?β And now his thumb brushes up and down against your wrist, and you wonder if he can feel your pulse roaring just underneath.Β
You pull away again, shaking your head, as you cross your arms, trying to hold your resolve together, βI canβt do my job if Iβm distracted,β and you couldnβt, even now, you werenβt evaluating any risks, you werenβt trying to find the source of the threats β no, you were too busy trying not to inch closer to your client, trying not to look at his lips, trying not to give in to what you wanted.Β
βAnd Iβm a distraction?β he looks far too pleased, but a thought seems to sour his smirk, βI thought Suguru was more of one,β and his lips are caught in a slight pout.Β
βGeto was just keeping me company while you entertained those girls hanging on your every word,β you canβt dull the point to your words, and it replaces his pout with a grin.Β
βSo you were jealous,βΒ
βYouβre the one who was jealous β you could have killed Suguru with your glare alone,βΒ
βBut you didnβt deny it,β and it makes you stop β why didnβt you deny it?Β
βI canβt do this,β and youβre pulling away, before flicking off the tv and rising from the couch your phone in hand, turning towards the hallway, βitβs late we should go to bedββ but heβs catching your wrist again, βGojoββΒ
βSatoru,β he corrects, and you hated how gentle his fingers felt around your wrist, βhow are you supposed to protect me if youβre too busy running away from me?βΒ
βIβm great at multitasking,β and heβs drawing closer to you, his soft footfalls against the carpet, even as you step away from him, βmy job is to protect you, we canβt get distractedββΒ
βI thought you were so good at multitasking,β he chuckles, his fingers find your wrist again, slipping to intertwine with your own, fingers interlaced, and your phone falls from your fingers and onto the couch, βwhat I said that night when I was drunk was true β I donβt have a lot of people I trust. People donβt understand. They put me on a pedestal or they donβt want me, they want the concept of me β not the reality,βΒ
βIβm not licensed as a therapist you know,β and heβs sighing.Β
βDo you always have to deflect with humor? Because if we both do that, weβll never get through a conversation,β and he squeezes your hand, βwhich I guess I donβt mind if that means youβll stay,βΒ
βSatoruββΒ
βWe donβt have to do anything now β we donβt have to do anything at all,β and you can feel his words warming your skin, βbut donβt you feel something?βΒ
You hesitate, and you canβt look at him,Β βNo, I donβt,βΒ
βYouβre not a very good liar β donβt they teach you that in bodyguard academy?βΒ
You snort, holding your head, βIs that where you imagined I got my training done?β
βWell, you donβt exactly like to share, now do you?β heβs stepping forward again, and you canβt bring yourself to run away anymore.Β
βI shouldnβt,β and you hear the faint sound of his breath hitching, βbut I do,βΒ
You donβt need to look at him to hear the smile on his lips, βso maybe itβs a distraction worth having,βΒ
βButββ and heβs gently turning you to face him, his fingers brushing a stray hair from your face, heat blooming with his touch, βSatoruβ¦βΒ
βWhy do you keep saying my name when you know I like hearing it?β heβs teasing, but youβre not shying away from his touch, as his fingers cup your chin now, upwards, so you meet his gaze, βmaybe we should have had you pretend to be my girlfriend,βΒ
You chuckle, βOh I could see that going wrong in so many ways,β and heβs leaning even closer, as heβs left the line youβd drawn far behind, marred it with his touch, and is luring you over to stumble over the edge with him.Β
βIs this one of them?βΒ
βProbably,β and his lips brush against yours β he tastes sweet, the taste of kettle corn lingers, as his fingers cup your cheek now, and find purchase on his shoulder. Itβs brief, a soft press that leaves you far too breathless, as if his touch had taken the air from your lungs, only to leave heat behind, βdefinitely,βΒ
βIs that a good thing orββ and your lips find his this time, a gasp you swallow with a smirk, and he melts into your touch, eager fingers grasping at the front of his shirt. And he responds in kind, his fingers tracing a path, as they tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before his hand settles on the back of your neck.Β
His touch set every nerve ending on fire β a desperate wildfire that burned a trail across your mind and body β leaving only the crave of his touch behind, that left you wanting more, needing more.
βWas that good?β you murmur, as you take in your handiwork, his pink lips were bitten red by your kisses, his marble skin a lovely flush, and his gaze far too needy. God, itβs far too easy to get lost in him β pull your anchor from the shore and get lost in his gaze and touch, βgod I shouldnβt ask that, we shouldnβt be doing thisββ but your body refuses to pull away, and you donβt think by the grasp he has on you, that youβd be able to anyway.Β
But he only gives you the same answer to each of your statements β he kisses you again, slower and more languid this time, as the two of you walk towards the bedroom, your hands reaching for each other and the walls, as you both stumble into his bedroom.Β
βWe donβtββ he says, between kisses, βI didnβtββΒ
βI didnβt either, butββ you canβt stop touching him, you donβt want to, despite the logical part of you screaming at you to leave his room, itβs overridden by just how much you want him. Heβs frustrating, heβs an idiot, heβs sweet, heβs cute, and heβs a little pathetic β but you liked that in a man. Every sense of logic is screaming at you to stop β but it all turns to white noiseΒ βbut I donβt want to stop.βΒ
Heβs grinning as he pulls you into another kiss, his arms wrapping around his waist, pressing you against him, βThat addicted already?β lips parting as he kisses down your neck, pulse jumping under his touch.Β
βYouβre just lucky Geto didnβt get to me first,β and he furrows his brow, before his teeth graze against the juncture of your neck and shoulder, drawing a gasp from your lips, βSatoru, what was that forββΒ Β
βSo everyone knows youβre mine? Including Suguru,β heβs sucking lightly at the mark, soothing his tongue, βand Iβll make sure he knows,βΒ
βOh, I trust youβll be subtle,β and heβs guiding you towards his bed, both of you falling onto it, his knee pressing your legs apart, as he hovers over you, his ocean gaze dark as a storm ridden sea.Β
βOh you know me, princess,β and his knee presses against your clothed cunt, rubbing against it teasingly, βsubtlety is my specialty,βΒ
βSubtle as a truck,β you murmur, and heβs laughing as he kisses you again, making your lips curl, as his hands slide up your sides, squeezing your hips, βSatoru, please,βΒ
βWhatβs the fun if I donβt get to tease you?β heβs kissing needy kisses to your neck, as his knee doesnβt relent, grinding lightly against your increasingly wet core, slick leeching through the thin material of your shorts, βgotta make sure you want it right?β
βYou treat all the people you bring home this well?β and heβs pausing, lips against your neck, βI didnβt mean anythingββΒ
βYouβre the first,β you stare up at him, and heβs hesitant for once when usually heβs always barreling forward, βIβve never brought anyone here,β and he licks his lips, a deeper flush settling over his porcelain skin, βIβve never actuallyββΒ
And you blink, βReally?βΒ
He huffs, βIs it that surprisingββΒ
βI mean a little, from the way everyone acts around you, and the way you actββΒ
βWell, βactβ is the key word, now isnβt it?β heβs licking his lips as he looks down at you, βitβs easy to act when you know what they expect from you β a role to play,βΒ
βWell, the roleβs been filled, so how about you just be yourself for me?β you murmur softly, a featherlight touch as you trace the curve of his jaw, and his lips find his smile under your delicate touch, βso I can ask, is this your first time like you asked me?βΒ
And heβs leaning up to kiss you, your hand resting against his chest, his heartbeat galloping under your touch, βAnd if I said yes?βΒ
You smile, before flipping him onto his back, his gaze wide as he stares up at you, βThen we better make it memorable.βΒ
βPlease, I want toββ his soft pants left his perfect lips, chest heaving as your fingers curled around his erection, far too hard from just what you had done. Youβd stripped yourself and him bare β your inhibitions left far behind β as your lips kissed the tip of his aching cock.
βLemme make you feel good, Satoru,β you murmur, looking up at him with fluttering eyes, your fingers smearing his pre cum along his length, and heβs pressing his head into the pillow, βsβbig, canβt wait to feel you inside me,β you murmur, and you slowly pump him, drawing moan after moan from his lips.Β
βWonβt last longβcanβtββ heβs biting his lip, his hips thrusting into your touch, before your lips suck at his tip again, and heβs gone, cumming hard all over your face and fingers. God, it never felt that good when he touched himself. Your fingers even brushing against him made him want to cum almost instantly, your soft touch and lips were enough to send him over the edge over and over again.Β Β
Heβs panting, eyes fluttering open to see you licking your lips clean with your tongue, as you meet his gaze with a grin, slowly sucking on each one of your fingers until youβve cleaned yourself of his cum.Β
βPrincess, fuck,β heβs lying back on the pillow, as your lips slowly kiss back up his body, your tongue dragging between the fluttering muscles of his stomach and chest.Β
βAlready hard again?β You murmur, a smirk on your lips, βso sensitive for me,βΒ
Heβs keening at your words, a whimper leaving his lips. His eyes are blown out in pleasure as he meets your gaze, and you kiss him again, sloppy and messy, as his tongue brushes against yours, your clothed pussy grinding against his erection.Β
βPlease,β he canβt help the words leaving his lips, βI need you,βΒ
βIs this the first time youβve begged for something?β You tease him, smirk on your lips as your thumb teases one of his nipples, pulling a gasp from his lips, βsuch a good boy,βΒ
He hissed at your praise, βfuckββΒ
And youβre grinding against him, heβs already embarrassingly hard, blood rushing back to his cock as if it never left, as it drags against the all too wet fabric of your panties. And every small moan that leaves your lips leaving him needing more, his pre cum mixing with your cum that seeps through your panties, and is the second time he comes with you gonna be just grinding against each other on this bed? But he canβt help it if you keep nibbling at his neck like that, your pretty little pants in his ear, the head of his dick catching on your clit β so fucking good.Β
βToru, c-close, ngh, gβnna cumββ and heβs nodding, forcing his eyes open to watch you cum, your chest shaking, as you hover above him, your eyes squeezed shut and lips parted as you said his name.Β
βSβgood,β heβs grunting, βCum fβme,β and you both do, the slick and stickiness between your bodies almost unbearable, as you both pant, as you rest your head against his shoulder.Β
The silence sinks in for a moment, as you kiss his cheek, βwe can stop here if you want,β your voice is soft, nose brushing against his neck, βdonβt want to make youββ
And heβs flipping you onto your back, his fingers finding the waistband of your shorts, your breath hitching as he drags the material down your legs, and tosses it behind him, βI want this, I want you, and I wonβt stop saying it until you believe it,β he leans down, breath warming your breasts through your shirt, before his lips suck at your clothed nipples, making you shiver, βyou like that, huh?βΒ
βShut up,β your cheeks burn, but heβs only tugging your shirt over your head and off, his gaze hot as he drags his eyes down your exposed body, and it makes you squirm, βSatoru β pleaseββΒ
βNow whoβs the one doing the begging?β he leans down to suck on your nipple, while his fingers toy with the other between his thumb and forefinger, βI wanna learn what makes you feel good β wanna make you cum under my touch, wanna taste you,β he switches sides, his teeth grazing the skin of your breast, sucking a mark before soothing it with his tongue, βmine,βΒ
βSatoru, fuck, I wantββ and his fingers trace down your body, making you gasp, heβs kissing down your chest and then your stomach, tongue dipping into your bellybutton, βyou fuckingββΒ
βGotta make you feel good donβt I?β he has a shit eating grin on his lips, as he settles between your thighs, and his fingers press against the growing wet patch on your panties, βthough it looks like youβre already feeling good,βΒ
You bite back a whimper, βAre you gonna make me feel good or are you gonna keep talkingββ you moan when his thumb bears down on your needy clit, rubbing it through the nearly translucent fabric of your underwear.Β
βWhat was that, sweetheart?β And heβs snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin, βcouldnβt hear you,βΒ
βYou fuckerββ and heβs kissing your clothed cunt through the wet fabric, nose brushing against your clit, making you nearly shake, as he inhales before he moans.Β
βSo sweet, must taste even sweeter,β he murmurs before tugging your underwear down, before youβre kicking it off, making him chuckle, βso eager,β and you scowl up at him, ineffective from the way lips are parted, βyouβre so cute,βΒ
βIβm not cute,β you pout, and heβs laughing, a noise you could drown in, just as you do his eyes.Β
βYouβre very cute, and Iβll tell you as many times as it takes you to believe it,β and his lips press soft kisses to your thighs, βmy cute bodyguard, you gonna guard my heart as well as you do my body?βΒ
And before you can reply his breath is warming your soaked cunt, his fingers parting your folds apart, your clit was puffy, your sex slick with your mixed juices, βso pretty, this all just for me?β And you hiss as he holds your outer lips apart, βso this is what your pussy looks like, huh?β And your thighs are twitching, trying to shut, but his palms hold you apart, his heated gaze meeting your shy ones, βyouβre perfect, donβt hide from me, youβve done enough of that,β and he kisses your clit, making you moan, βand I wonβt have that anymore,βΒ
βSatoruββ and his tongue drags over the length of your dripping pussy experimentally, tip of his tongue flicking against your clit, fuck, how can he this good at this? Your toes are already curling as he groans, his fingers sliding under your thighs, and tugging you impossibly closer to his face. Your fingers weave into his white locks, ββnghβΒ
βBe a good girl and take it,β he grunts against you, slurping your juices, the sounds of his tongue buried in your cunt, fucking you open, dragging across your walls, βtaste sβfucking good, howβd I hold out this long without tasting you?β And your eyes flutter open at his groans, seeing him grind down on the sheets, so fucking horny from eating you out, βgβnna just cum from your taste alone, Princess,β youβre so incredibly soft, so soft, despite your walls being so tough, and it makes only eat you eat you from the inside out.Β
Youβre so close, and all you hear is the sounds of his greedy tongue swallowing you whole, and the sound of your heartbeat and short gasps. Your walls flutter around his tongue, your thighs twitching under his touch, hips jolting forward to meet his touch, his tongue so fucking deep that you canβt see straight, βToru, please, Iβm so closeββΒ
And you feel him groan into your pussy, redoubling his efforts before his fingers find your clit and rub at it while he sucks at your cunt. You cum hard, fingernails digging into his scalp, as your back arches as he eagerly eats you out through your orgasm. The wet squelch of your cunt and his tongue slurping against you, drinking every drop you offer him.Β
And then finally heβs pulling away with a pop, his chin and mouth dripping with your release and his spit, pink tongue darting out to clean up your cum from his face, wiping off the rest as he looked up at you from white lashed half lidded eyes.Β
And you canβt even speak, still coming down from your high, as he kisses up your body again, your thighs still shaking from your orgasm, your fingers reaching for his cheek, tracing his jaw, before cupping his cheek.Β
βHow the fuck do you know how to do that well?β And he flashes a pretty smile, as he drags his thumb down your lips.Β
βI said I was a virgin, I didnβt say I didnβt know how to do some things β and as you know, Iβm an excellent student,β and you huff, raising an eyebrow, βand Iβm naturally good at everything,βΒ
βAnd always so humble,β he laughs, before he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on his sweet lips, and youβre rolling him over onto his back, his erection slick with precum, pressing against your sensitive cunt, βlet me make you feel good now,β you murmur, his cock twitching against you, βwanna ride you, Toru, need you in me,βΒ
And heβs hissing, as he moves to sit against the headboard, βYou keep talking like that princess, Iβm gβnna cum before you evenββ and your fingers are reaching between your bodies, and youβre stroking him, smearing his precum over the length of his shaft, making his hips jerk, βfuckββΒ
Youβre so fucking pretty β your teeth baring down on your bottom lip, as you straddle him, hovering still, his aching tip barely brushing against your dripping cunt, βare you sure?β you murmur, eyes meeting his own, and his lips quirk into a smile.Β
βNever been more sure of anything,β and you sink onto him, thick length parting your folds, and he groans, as you fit him in your pussy, inch by inch, until your hips are flush. And fuck, heβs never felt anything better β pleasure runs up and down his body, as his hands find their way to your hips.
Youβre tense at first, your back slightly arched, and when he shifts under you, a moan is ripped from your lips, as you begin to adjust to his size, βsβbig, Toru, gonna make it hard for me to last too, feels too good,β youβre mumbling, and heβs holding his hips taut, making sure not to move β or else, heβs sure heβd cum in one stroke, βgβnna move ok?β and heβs nodding desperately, your walls already fluttering around him β slick and warm, better anything heβd ever felt.Β
You lift up to the tip, before beginning to rock steadily up and down, as he moans, your sweet cunt swallowing him eagerly, as you began to fuck yourself on his cock. Your chest bounces as you ride him, and he canβt resist leaning forward to take a hardened bud in his mouth, your moan making his cock twitch inside you. And he knows why people become addicted to sex β hell, he knew was an addict for it now, but only with you.Β
βFuck, never felt anything this good before, sweetheart, feel sβperfect for me,β heβs grunting, the coil in his stomach growing tighter, as your pace grows more and more sloppy. He wasnβt going to last long, and neither were you from the way you were groaning his name again and again. The wet squelch and smacks of your bodies meeting again and again, only making it harder to hold back, and when he looks to see a white ring of your precum pooling around the base of his dick, heβs nearly gone, βfuck, baby, need you to cum with me,βΒ
βItβs okay, pretty boy, cum for me,β he keens at the praise, but heβs stubborn, as you established, and he wonβt cum until you do too β and so he ensures it, reaching between your bodies to rub meanly at your clit before meeting your thrusts with his own.Β
And his tip brushes against that spot that has your vision blurring and toes curling, βToru, ngh, Iβmββ and youβre cumming hard around him, making him spill his warm and thick seed inside your cunt, and heβs groaning you name as he does, your body slowing as you both come down from your highs, your head resting on his shoulder, as your bodies grow limp, resting, his back pressed to the headboard of his bed.Β
His fingers trace the curve of your back gently, as he turns his head to press soft kisses to your neck, βAm I still just a distraction?β his lips curled into a smile, and you chuckle, burying your face in his shoulder.Β
βDefinitely,β but you lean back to cup his cheek, and look at his pretty face again, βbut one worth having.βΒ
You donβt wake from your alarm the next morning.Β
Instead, you wake to banging on the door. You both jolt awake, and heβs pulling you into his arms, even as you move to get up, he wonβt let go, strong arms around your waist. Youβre easing his arms off, trying to be gentle, βToru, let go, and wait here, your father had a panic room installed in your closet, you hear anything, go insideββΒ
βNo, Iβm coming with you,β and you shake your head.Β
βIβm hired to protect you, not the other way around,β you leave his embrace, and face him, his crystal eyes blurred over with worry, βI can handle this,β you reassure him, your fingers intertwining with his, as you press a kiss to his knuckles, βI promise,βΒ
βButββ and you kiss him gently, silencing his protests, before you slip away into the hallway.Β
You enter the living room, shutting the bedroom door without a sound, stalking through the hall, as you grab a knife and pepper spray from the chest of drawers that was pressed to the wall of the hallway β you had several self defense tools hidden all over the apartment. Your heartbeat thunders in your ear, mouth dry, as you approach the door from the side.Β
βWho is it?β
βItβs Mr. Gojo, open this door,β and you sigh, relaxing, as you check and unlock the door for him.Β
Shinsaku Gojo was only a man you were able to meet once before your work for him began. And it was a privilege even to see him then. His schedule was always packed β multiple meetings, multiple clients, and multiple women, all vying for his attention. Even as you spoke with him the first time, his eyes were on his phone the entire time, except when he had warned you, not to let anything distract you from protecting his son.Β
And you had done just that β and even worse, his son had done the distracting, βMrββΒ
βWhereβs my son? He hasnβt answered his phone all morning, and neither have youβdidnβt you hear from your agency?β his voice is raising, as he dials your number again, and your phone vibrates on the couch. He scoffs, disconnecting the call, as his hard gaze turned back to you, βwhat if there was a threat? You left your phoneββΒ
βDad,β Satoru emerges from the room, his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, βitβs not her fault, she forgot it last night when we were watching a movie,βΒ
βWatching a movie?β he sneers, his cerulean gaze the same as son, but without any of the warmth Satoru had β an icy tundra compared to a warm pool, βshe should be watching you, thatβs her jobββΒ
βShe was watching me β something you never bothered to do,β and his fatherβs eyes narrow, βsheβs shown more concern for me than you ever had β and she only met me a few weeks ago. Whatβs your excuse for being a pathetic piece ofββΒ
βSatoru,β your fingers brush his shoulder, shaking your head, βsir, I take responsibility for this lapse of judgment. Donβt blame your son,β
Satoru lowers his voice, βitβs not your faultββΒ
βIt is. I disregarded by duty to protect you,β your cheeks burn with shame β βwhat if i had missed an alert you were in danger? What if I failed to protect you because I wasnβt focused? What ifββΒ
βNothing happened,β he says softly, and the twitch of his fingers tells you heβs gonna reach for you, but you step forward, shaking your head.Β
βNothing did,β and you turn to his father, βIβll protect Satoru until you can find a suitable replacement for me. But I compromised my mission to protect him. I would like to resign as soon as possible,βΒ
βNo! IββΒ
βAgreed,β his father says, βIβll have your replacement here in an hour, make sure youβre packed up by then,β and his father leaves without another word.Β
You brush past him to gather your things, but heβs caught you by the wrist, βWhy did you doββΒ
βGojo,β and you canβt bear to see the hurt in his eyes, βI canβt let my feelings get in the way of keeping you safeββΒ
βI donβt careββ you cut him off.Β
βI do, I couldnβt stand if something happened to you because of me. What it was an emergency last night and you got hurt because of my own carelessnessββΒ
βIt wasnβt careless what happened last nightββΒ
βIt was,β you say, walking to your room, βand it wonβt happen again.βΒ
You left. You had expected a fight, an argument, a dramatic show of tears β but nothing. Satoru hadnβt even opened his door to watch you leave. The other bodyguard arrived quickly, and you left the penthouse and didnβt look back.Β
It was for the best.Β
You had a duty, a role to play, and more than that, you couldnβt let him get hurt because of your inability to compartmentalize. Even so, Satoruβs father was kind enough not to have told your father what happened β or you supposed it was pity in exchange for your quick and easy resignation.Β
Fuck. Why were you still thinking about this? You rolled over in bed, burying your head under your comforter. A week out, and you still couldnβt stop worrying about Satoru, about his safety, about the hurt on his face, about that nightβ¦Β
You had fucked everything up, and fucked Satoru up in the aftermath.Β
You poke your head out, and stare at your phone on your bedside table β 7:45 PM, no new messages β you had written out six different messages to him again and again, before deleting them. You wondered how many more youβd write before you finally would rid your mind of him.Β
Would you ever rid your mind of him?Β
And thatβs when your phone rings. But itβs not flashing Satoruβs number β itβs his father. You scramble for the phone β why was he calling? And you can only think of one reason. You canβt say a single word when you pick up β his father already hissing his first question.Β Β
βWhere is he?β your words are lodged in your throat, stuck on your heart that had leapt from your chest.Β
βWhat?βΒ
βWhereβs Satoru? He came to you didnβt he?β he growls, and you hear a slam, assumedly his fist against his desk, βhe shook off his new bodyguard, and his phone is off,βΒ
βHe hasnβt β I havenβt talked to him since I leftββ your mind is running a mile a minute, racking your brain, placing the call on speakerphone, as you text Satoru, where are you? βWhere did the bodyguard see him last?βΒ
βHe had him at the dorms, he said he was going to see a friend, and then gave him the slip,β his father groans, βyou hear anything from him, otherwiseββΒ
βIβll let you know,β you cut him off at the threats β you had more important things to do. You checked your messages, but your messages hadnβt gone through, and you tried calling him β but it went straight to voicemail. Satoru was upset β he couldβve blocked you or turned off his phone to piss off his father, but you didnβt see him doing that. He was an idiot, but he knew his father would lose his shit.Β
And then you remembered. The tracker you placed on Satoru β you never took it off. You had sewed it into the insole of his daily shoes (the man had far too many clothes and shoes, but he rarely found the energy to not wear anything besides the shoes he always wore).Β
You turned it on, biting your lip as you watched the tracker loaded, and his location popped up β and it wasnβt at his apartment.Β
It was in Shibuya β you typed in the address and he was at a house.Β
You furrow your brow, who did he know who lived in Shibuya? And then it clicked.Β
Fuck.Β
Those girls.Β
Satoru groaned, fuck, why is his head hurting so badly?Β
It wasnβt exactly unusual the last few days. He hadnβt been sleeping much since you left, he spent most of his nights watching TV and rotting in his bed. But everything reminded him of you β his bed, his couch, and even the shows he watched (he had continued one of the shows you both had started one late night).Β
His apartment was a disaster β a mess of empty soda cans, empty wrappers of candy and old takeout containers. But he couldnβt be bothered with it β to clean it up or call someone to clean it up. His bodyguard had taken up residence in your room β or rather the guest room β and hardly emerged, keeping an eye on him through cameras his father had installed around the doors and hallway.Β
Not that he really needed to, Satoru rarely left his apartment, even had skipped classes for a week β sending an email that he had a very contagious illness and that heβd be happy to attend class if necessary. They sent him materials to work on classwork from home, piled untouched on his kitchen counter, with a possible smudge from the hot fudge he had last night.Β
He had made progress β instead of staying in bed, he moved onto the couch for his afternoon nap, and he had just fallen asleep when there was a banging on his door. He groaned into the couch pillow he had just gotten comfortable on, before pulling it onto his head, trying to block out the sounds of the knocking.Β
βSatoru! Open up,β he hears Suguruβs voice through the door, βopen the fucking door, I know youβre not sick,βΒ
He pulls himself up, groaning, as he wipes the small amount of drool from his lips, as he meanders to the door, throwing it open.Β
βYou look like shit,β Suguru says, brushing past him to enter.Β
βNo βhello, you look like shit?ββ He mumbles, still rubbing his eyes, βwhat are you doing here?βΒ
βI should be asking you that,β he stands, hands in his pockets, as he takes in the mess with a wrinkled nose, βalthough I see youβve decided to redecorate,β
βHilarious,β Satoru replies, lying back on the couch, βdid you come here just to hassle me?βΒ
βIβd be lying if I didnβt say that wasnβt part of it, but the other was to see if youβre ready to pick yourself back up after your breakupββΒ
βIt wasnβt a breakup,β Satoru snaps.Β
βIf it wasnβt, then why does it look like you havenβt showered in several days since she left?β Suguru raises an eyebrow, and Satoru scowls.Β
βIβm sick,β he turns away to face the couch, βI donβt have the energy to shower,βΒ
βBut you have the energy to eat about half a dozen mochi doughnuts?β Suguru holds up an empty doughnut box, and Satoru holds a couch pillow to his chest, βSatoru, come on, it isnβt like you to wallow like this,βΒ
βIβm not wallowingββΒ
βYeah, yeah, youβre sick, right?β Suguru says sarcastically. Satoru doesnβt need to look at his best friend to know heβs rolling his eyes, βwell you donβt seem like youβre sneezing or coughing so go take a shower or something,β Satoru gives a weak fake cough, and he could feel Suguruβs glare, βfine, rot in bed, but you have to get up sometime, just text me when youβre ready to,βΒ
And Satoru hears Suguruβs footsteps recede to the door, swinging shut with a click behind him. He buries his face in the pillow. It wasnβt a break up. How could it be when you didnβt even have a relationship to begin with? You had made that clear enough when you left without another word to him. He didnβt leave his room until he heard the door shut behind you, and he made his way out to watch you leave out the front door of the apartment. And you didnβt even look back. But you werenβt the type to.Β
He felt like he was always looking back β one way or another.Β
And even now, as he came to β he was trying to remember what he had done after Suguru left. Someone else had shown up β knocked at his door. Offered to get him out of the house β offered him free alcohol and a distraction.Β
And he had agreed β if only to forget about you for a moment. Drinking was the only thing that made him forget β if he only could somehow forget how terrible alcohol tasted.Β
His head spun, so was this a hangover? Itβs certainly worse than the one he had before β the last one felt like his brain was fuzzy and nausea clawed at his stomach β this time, it felt more akin to someone taking a blender to both of those organs. And his neck, he stretched it both ways. How had he fallen asleep?Β
And then he tried to lift up his hand to rub his eyes, and he couldn't, wrist straining against something β his brow furrowed, what was arm caught on β and his eyes fluttered open. It was dark β the only light came from another room, peeking through the crack at the bottom of, what he assumed was, a door. And then as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he looked at his arms.Β
Ropes. Twisted around both his arms, binding his wrists and forearms to the arms of a chair, and his vision blurs β what? His legs jerk instinctively, but ropes dig into the flesh of his ankles, and he glanced down only to find what he expected.Β
βYouβre awake,β the light flicks on, he lifts his head, blinking away the fog in his head and the burning tears slipping from his eyes, βdidnβt realize the drug would knock you out for that long,β
He blinks again and again, light flooding his eyes, until he can see and sees a familiar face β βMisaki?β the light sends a piercing jolt through his head, βor is it Yumiko?βΒ
βWell thatβs flattering, you canβt even remember my name?β she sighs, crossing her arms, βwell I unfortunately donβt have the same luxury,β and then she adds with a quirk of her lips, βit is Yumiko,β and she steps forward, as his eyes squeeze shut, his head still banging, βsorry what I gave you to knock you out can cause some light sensitivity,βΒ
Itβs slowly sinking in, βI donβt know what kind of weird kink you have, but Iβm not interested,β and she scoffs, pressing her knuckles to her chin, βwhere am I?βΒ
βDo you think Iβm really going to tell you that?β she raises an eyebrow, βI did send you threats after all, you donβt think Iβd be that stupid to tell you where I am,βΒ
He needed to buy time, he needed to find a way to get out of here, and to do that, he needed time, βWhat? Are you obsessed with me or something? Do you want my body?β
βIβm going to stop your overinflated ego there,β she sighs, leaning against a table that was behind her, βI have a debt to pay and youβre the price,βΒ
βDebt?β he repeats, βis this where you explain your whole plan? And villain speech? Because I usually I could care less, but Iβm feeling a little generous with my time, as Iβm a little tied up at the moment, soββΒ
βDo you ever shut up?βΒ
βItβs known to happen on occasion,β she rubs her temples, and then something occurs to him, βhow did you get my address? You showed up and invited me,βΒ
She shakes his head, βYou think I couldnβt find out your address after sending you threats?β and she sighs, βYou know this is why I tried to do this at the first party β get it over with so I wouldnβt have to deal with this. But then you crushed your beer cup, your little girlfriend got in the way, and that idiot Misaki accidentally switched her shot glass with yours, so I couldnβt get you dosed,β she grits her teeth, βand then the rest of the semester, your girlfriend was up your ass the entire time β but she wasnβt your girlfriend was she? She was your bodyguard,β he says nothing, βyou donβt need to confirm it for me, I already found her information, her name, her addressββΒ
βWhat do you want? Money? My father will pay anything to get me back. Tell me who you need to repay and heβll do it,β and her lips curl.Β
βSo serious now β and so cooperative, maybe I should have kidnapped her too while I was at it,β she shrugs, while she grabs her phone from the table β a burner β βmy father will be here to escort you to where you need to go. The yakuza will take it from there,β his blood runs cold, βDonβt cause a fuss and i can promise your girlfriend will stay safe,βΒ
He grits his teeth β he was so stupid. This was exactly the kind of shit you were trying to protect him from. And it was the thing he landed himself in the moment you left. But he didnβt care β because it was better this way, because you were safe this way.
βWow, youβre pretty cute when youβre all quiet,β and sheβs walking over, and heβs flinching as she drags a manicured nail down his cheek, before tilting it up, βitβs just that mouth thatβs a problem,β and her thumb brushes down his lips, βdonβt bite, or we might have a problem,βΒ
And he doesnβt, but then he smiles back, βyou might like it when I bite,β he smirks, βwhy donβt you come here and find out?β And she raises her eyebrows, leaning closer, and he smashes his forehead into hers, βfuck off,βΒ
She stumbles back, losing her balance, and leaning against the table as she clutches at her forehead. Satoru watches her, trying to wriggle out of his constraints, rope chafing against his skin, red welts rising on his skin, but he only manages to get one hand free before sheβs starting to get her bearings, and then heβs trying to free himself, his chair tipping over. And now heβs lying helplessly as she stumbles forward over to him, clutching a knife she grabbed off the table.Β
βI have to hand you over to the yakuza, but they didnβt say you had to be completely unharmed,β she presses the tip of the knife to his cheek, βmaybe weβll do something to that pretty face of yours,β he grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut.Β
CRACK.Β
He hears a body slump over, and the clatter of the knife against the cement floor, and his eyes open to find you kneeling beside him. Heβs blinking, murmuring your name, βWhat are youββΒ
βWell I never did remove that tracker did I?βΒ Youβre cutting the ropes on his wrists and ankles with the knife, βand Iβm lucky you wear the same damn shoes everyday,βΒ
βWhy did you come for me?β he says, as you finally free him his restraints, your fingers gentle as they examine the welts and bruises left on his skin, βyou could have just told my father where I was or the police,βΒ
βI couldβve. I saw where you were and I figured it outββ and your voice wavers, βbut all I could think was that I wanted to find you. And I didnβt wanna wait for anyone else. I didnβt want something to happen just because someone else was too slow,β the lump in your throat grows only larger, as you sit, βI couldnβt live with myself if something happened to you,βΒ
βWhy?β he asks softly, his fingers brush against your cheek, and he knows why β he does, but he needs to hear it.Β
βBecause I just wantβ¦to be the one to protect you,β you admit, tears burning at your eyes, as your thumb traces over his rope burns and bruises, βI wish that I could have,βΒ
βYou did a pretty good job, considering I almost was about to get my face cut up,β and he gently wipes your tears away, βimagine what a tragedy that would be,βΒ
You give a watery chuckle, cupping his cheeks, βIβm sorry,β and he opens his mouth, βno i really am. I shouldnβt have slept with you, only to cut and run after. I thoughtβ¦I thought I was doing you a favor,βΒ
βHow?β And you sigh, blinking away your tears.Β
βI put your life in danger by doing that. I couldnβt do that. I knew the only way youβd let me go isβ¦if I lied to you and said I didnβt care about you,β you bite your bottom lip, βand Iβm sorry because I only hurt you more in the end,βΒ
He kisses your lips gently, chastely, his breath warming your lips as he parts from them, βyou did,β and you scoff, pushing him playfully, βbut as long as you promise not to do it again, I think I can find it in my incredibly generous heart to forgive you,βΒ
You kiss him again, softly, your fingers sliding to the back his neck, into his undercut, βI promise,β and he grins, before leaning back to kiss you again, when a cough behind you catches your attention.Β
βMy father will be getting here shortly you idiots, while you gaze fucking stupidly into each otherβs eyes,β she sneers, and you raise an eyebrow.Β
βYou think Iβd come here without calling the police? They already have picked up your father β and they should be almost hereββ and the sounds of an ambulance and police sirens come into earshot.Β
βGood timing,β Satoru mutters, as Yumiko tries and fails to stumble to her feet, and you get up and pin her to the ground. Satoru raises an eyebrow, and watches, as you glance back at him, tilting your head in question, βnothing, itβs justβ¦hot to see you in action,βΒ
You laugh, βDid she hit your head too?β And he shrugs, as he gets onto this feet with shaky legs, βSatoruββΒ
And he sits next to you, leaning on your shoulder, βjust let me rest here for a minute,β he mumbles.Β
For the first time since you left, Satoru felt like he could finally rest.Β
And Satoru did rest, he realized as he blinked awake to the ambient sounds of the hospital room, the distinct beep of the heartbeat monitor, the dim light of the moon filtering through the shades, and the distant sounds of people walking through the hall. He hears the sounds of sheets rustling, and his gaze snaps over to his left.Β
His gaze softens. You were fast asleep beside him, your arms tucked under your head, your breaths were soft, as they were the night you two had spent together. He sat himself up β fingers running through your hair gently. You had fallen asleep before him that night, face buried in the crook of his neck, and your legs entangled with his. And now you slept beside him on a chair, leaning on his bedside.Β
His fingers carded through your hair again, and you stirred, as he swore under his breath, your eyes fluttered open, βToru?β you mumbled, still half asleep, and he hummed.Β
βSorry, sweetheart, I didnβt mean to wake you,β he sighed softly, βwhy are you sleeping here? You should have gone home,β you sit up, stretching, as you furrow your brow, eyes scanning him for any sign of an injury or distress.Β
βI wanted to make sure you were okay β you were unconscious, but no concussion thankfully. I tried to wake you up but you wouldnβt wake,β you sigh, words tumbling out almost faster than you can think of them, βthey mostly kept you for observation, but are you feeling okay? Should I get the nurseββΒ
And heβs pulling you into a hug, arms wrapping around you, as he sighs, burying his face in your neck, βI just want to stay like this for a while,β he murmurs, βI got everything I need right here, got it?β He feels you nod, and he feels the hint of your tears on his skin, but says nothing, only his lips quirk, βyou did mean your promise?βΒ
βI did, I wonβt leave like that again,β and heβs leaning back, head tilted, and you chuckle, βI mean I wonβt leave you at all, howβs that?βΒ
βGood girl,β he murmurs, leaning closer, and his heart squeezes when he hears your breath hitch as he does. His eyes flicker to your lips and back, βcan I kissββΒ
But you kiss him first, softly, your fingers brushing his cheek, and god, why was it that a single touch from you melted him away to nothing? Whittled his world view to a pin where all he could feel, all he could see, was you.Β
And then you kiss his cheeks, his chin, his jaw, and then your teeth graze the soft part of his neck, drawing a pretty gasp from his lips, as you suck lightly on his skin.Β
Heβs whispering your name, breath sucked from his lungs as if your teeth had pierced through his throat instead of just his skin, βwhat was that for?βΒ
And you smile, βso everyone knows youβre mine.βΒ
βYouβre changing your major?β Suguru raises his eyebrow, as he lounges on Satoruβs couch, holding his head up with his elbow propped against the top of the couch, βyour father mustβve been thrilled about that,βΒ
βHe lost his shit, but that geezer can fuck off,β Satoru shrugs, βhe threatened to not pay my tuition, but once I threatened to go public with his dealings with the yakuza, he saw it my way,βΒ
Suguru tilts his head, βHis what?βΒ
You bring over tea from the kitchen, placing it on the table, βAfter what Satoru found out from Yumiko and her father, their debt to the yakuza would have been paid off by kidnapping one of Satoruβs fatherβs close relatives, but I was wondering why was the yakuza so eager to do so?βΒ
βApparently my old man had the brilliant idea of entertaining the yakuza on some deal he was making,β Satoru explains, leaning back on the couch, as you sit against his legs, βand when he backed out, the yakuza wanted to push it through anyway β and well, thus their blackmail of Yumikoβs father, once they found out his daughter went to school with me.βΒ
βYeah, turns out her father had gambling debts owed to the yakuza,β you sighed, βshe got caught in the crossfire β I almost feel bad,βΒ
βSpeak for yourself, she drugged me, tied me to a chair, and held a knife to my face,β Satoru scoffs, sipping his tea that he had you drown in sugar.Β
βWell you didnβt complain when I did that last night,β you reply, making both Satoru and Suguru choke, and you laughed, squealing when Satoru lifts you into his lap to bury his face into your back.Β
βYou two are officially sickening to be around,β Suguru grimaces, still coughing from choking down his tea, βI think I liked it better when he was wasting away in his apartment,βΒ
βYou wasted away after I left?β You turn to look at Satoru, who shoots a glare at Suguru, βsorry Geto, thatβs not happening again,β and Satoru softens his gaze, pressing a kiss to your head.Β
βAlright, thatβs it, Iβm leaving,β Suguru gets to his feet, as he glances back at you two, βdonβt rush to get up, Iβll see myself out,β he rolls his eyes.Β
βDonβt worry we werenβt going to,β Satoru pulls you closer, and Suguru narrows his eyes, before his lips curl into a grin.Β
βJust for that, Iβm sending your girlfriend a picture of the mess you looked like when she left,β Satoru gapes at him, while you bite back a laugh.Β
βSuguru!β Satoru calls, but the doorβs shut, and youβre starting to giggle. Heβs pouting now, βso my girlfriend thinks it's funny to see me in the pathetic state she left me in?βΒ
βOh your girlfriend finds it very funny, and she might even make it her boyfriendβs contact picture,β you smirk, and heβs biting back a smile, βWhat?βΒ
βThis is just the first time we called each other that,β he mumbles, a slight dusting of pink on his cheeks, βitβs nice,β he admits.Β
βWell, I am yours, arenβt I?β you smile, and he presses a kiss to your lips, as he would again and again.Β
βMy one and only.βΒ
β§ a/n: so this fic was so freaking long. i'm sorry it took so long to post this - i got a little sidetracked by prof geto haha. but i'm hoping to start on the next one soon :). i think i'll put a poll up on which one i should write next! edit: forgot to tag the people who requested this, its now added in T_T
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