Fractured Desires
ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly Satoru Gojo x Reader)- It's a mess tbh lol
ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, obsessed behavior, stalking, trauma, heavy angst, blow jobs, deep throating, overstim, face smacking, breeding kink, cunnilungus, PSYCHO stalker SATORU but he's hot. Toxic relationship
ꕥ Word Count this chap- 11.5k
ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'
Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?
Chapter 5 - Masterlist (playlist there now too)
Chapter 6
Satoru's POV
Satoru can’t stand not hearing from you. After you telling him you had a bad night, you never wrote him at all, and he’s pacing back and forth in his office, losing his fucking mind. He’s wrecking his usually perfect hair as the clock ticks along the wall, maddening, as he keeps checking his phone.
Tick Tick Tick.
Satoru should call you, but could he? He’d never tried to be with a woman, they’ve just thrown themselves at him for as long as he can remember. You all aren’t together, no, but you brought up a date, and fuck if the thought of that didn’t drive him insane, to think he’d be lucky enough to date you. Sure, he fucked you, but to be with you…
The thought of it has him salivating for you, as he stares at the one picture he’d stolen, fuck why can’t he have a picture of you, why hasn’t he asked? Satoru is afraid, that’s why. He’s so scared to reveal his true self to you, to only be rejected, though you seem so far to absolutely take anything he’s given, and he’s given you the worst side of him.
You didn’t seem to be aware you were too good for him.
He has to work in an office next to Suguru, knowing he did that to you. Yes, he’d been friends with Suguru forever, but he’d been dark, he’d been off right before he met you. Satoru thought you were bringing him light, and that was why he absolutely could not have done anything to you, but it was all because he wanted to hurt Satoru.
Even dangling you in front of him for the threesome, his eyes had been so amused as he’d watched Satoru. As he watched him knowing he took you first, and not just ‘first’ but literally took your first time from you. The way you had looked, so shattered, had made him want to do far more than beat his fucking friend up, oh so much more.
Knock Knock Knock.
Satoru puts up his phone, he’d been zoomed in on your pretty face, imagining himself caressing it so sweetly, imagining letting go. He sighs, sitting in his chair now, dreading whoever it may be. He certainly didn’t wanna see Suguru, he’d avoided him all morning.
“Come in.” He says, throwing his feet up on his big wood desk, his shoes glinting in the office light.
His assistant walks in, the one he used to fuck until… well until he fucked you, actually, so he’d fucked her just last week. But she’s disgusting to him now, even though she’s a pretty girl, he guesses. He’d thought of you every time he’d fucked her, to the point he’d have your picture up and sneak looks as he was inside her, pumping with a condom, so that he could cum.
“Yes, what do you need, Manami?” He asks casually, and she smiles a bit, curving up at the corner of her lips, shutting the door behind her.
“I should ask what you need, Mr. Gojo?” She saunters up, she’s wearing a tight purple dress, her hair sleek and flowing down her shoulders, as she comes to sit right on Satoru’s desk.
“I’m good. If that’s all?” He says arrogantly, raising a brow, and her eyes narrow a bit as she looks at him, before she runs a hand on his shoulder, making him tense.
“It’s been a week, I figured you’d like some…” She slides her manicured hand down his chest now. She has sleek red nails, nothing like your stupid glittery pink, she’s womanly, not girly like you and…
She disgusts him.
“Some… ‘what’? Coffee? Sure, go make some.” He takes her hand off, as the only hand he wants touching him is yours, even if it’s a goddamn dream currently.
“Mr. Gojo, have I done something wrong?” She asks then, and maybe Satoru should care, but you’re the only one he really feels like trying to be nice to.
“Nah, just not interested.” He taps his fingers on his stomach, and she spreads her legs wide then, elegant red bottom heels on either arm of his chair, not silly girlie shoes like you, no she had class.
It was a turn off.
He likes your stupid platforms, he likes your mary janes, he likes those doc martens you look like you’ve had your whole life, all beat up. Fuck Satoru finds so much about you attractive, his eyes shut for just a moment as he pictures you on his desk, in some pleated preppy skirt, spread wide. And fuck if it doesn’t make him stupidly hard in his pants.
“Maybe go see Suguru. He’s probably down.” Satoru says, opening his eyes to close her legs then, and she’s now got her lip trembling, making Gojo annoyed. He rolls his blue eyes, now she’s irritating him with this. “It was just dick, calm down.”
“Just dick? It was the best I’ve ever had!” Gojo smirks then, shrugging, patting her thighs now.
“I know, I’m the best. Be happy you got any from me. Take it as a win, mmkay?” He helps her down off his desk, only for her to lean forward, pressing a kiss against his lips, her hand sliding to find where he’s rock hard, from thoughts of you.
“Sure you don’t want me? I’ll just suck it, please Mr. Gojo.” She begs, stroking him then, and sure that feels good, sure he could get off, but it’s not you.
Fuck he hates you.
Why do you have to ruin everything he’s ever done, ruin his life, ruin his thoughts? When you just got fucked by Sugu the other day, but you’re done with that, and damned if Satoru would not be done himself. Honestly though, he doesn’t want this girl, he doesn’t want anyone but you.
She’s dropping to her knees, and Satoru hates you more then, because how were you making him so pathetic he’s turning down a blow job!? Not even dating you at all. What the fuck were you making him into, with your perfect little giggles, with your beautiful eyes filled with tears, with the body women paid to have, but you just have it and hate it.
He wants to make you love it.
“Get up, jesus fuck.” He grumbles, backing away, as she’s trying to unzip him. “Like consent is cool yeah? I said no thanks.”
“I didn’t know if you were like… being kinky?” She’s still on her knees, it’s kind of awkward to be honest.
He can’t stop his laugh, nor does he really want to.“Not kinky, just don’t-” The door opens then, and Suguru is standing there, Manami is slowly getting up, using the desk to pull herself, and Suguru’s dark eyes light up then, as he smirks and looks at Gojo and Manami.
“Lock the door when you get bjs, Satoru.” He says, taking out his phone then, acting casual.
“Not getting one. Don’t want one from her. No offense.” She’s bright red, and she’s turning, stomping out of the room and slamming the door, as Suguru is texting. Satoru narrows his eyes at his friend. “What the fuck you doing?”
“Mmm, thinking of letting your new girl know.” Satoru glares then, walking up to Suguru and slamming him against the wall.
“Let her know what? First off, we’re not together yet, but second off? I don’t fucking want anyone but her. You’re so stupid, had the prettiest girl there is and you let her fuck me.”
“Exactly, I let her fuck you. After my cock was inside of her first. How’d that feel, Satoru?” Satoru punches him right in the ribs then, making Suguru cough and bend over.
“How’s it feel she got a taste of me and forgot about you completely, huh?” Satoru asks with a smirk, blue eyes glinting, and Suguru scowls now. “Shoko turned you down, yeah? Good for her.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Satoru laughs as he watches real emotion in Suguru’s eyes, now he’s shoving Satoru in the blue office wall, so hard books are falling off the shelves now.
“Aw, buddy, I’m sorry, but she never fucking liked you like that. She doesn’t like any guy like that, idiot. She probably liked her more-”
“Keep Shoko’s name out of your goddamn mouth. Worry about your stupid little slut now, and how easy she’ll be gone.” Satoru scowls at the disrespectful words he calls you, yanking him by his collar.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Suguru.”
“Like you don’t call her that? Like she’s not? Had no problem with both of us eating her out did she?”
“She isn’t a slut, you are, Suguru. Cheated on her like it was nothing, did Shoko even know you had rules?” Suguru looks down then, seemingly resigned for one moment, but Satoru doesn’t buy his shit anymore. “Ah, she didn’t know. Maybe I should let her-”
“Don’t fucking talk to her!” He shoves at Satoru again, and Satoru sees right through him now.
“I never wanted Shoko, and she didn’t want me, jesus christ. Get the fuck over it, how many years will you drag this out? I’ve apologized so many times.”
“You didn’t care when you did it, when you told me years later, as if it were some funny fucking story.”
“So take it out on me, why her!?”
“Because you don’t fucking care about yourself, do you Satoru?” Suguru’s words stab Satoru in the heart, and Satoru gets even more infuriated, the room closing in on him. The walls were closer, closer, until he felt almost like he could faint from the pain, from the breathless agony.
“I wonder what Shoko thinks, she’s not the girl to have let another girl be hurt so badly. Does she know what you did to her? How you went against every rule-”
“She knows she got upset because of a misunderstanding. That’s all you need to know.” Suguru shoves Satoru's chest now.
Satoru smiles as he puts it together. “So Shoko won’t answer your calls because you’re a piece of shit now, and now you lost your little toy and the high school crush? You’re like a spoiled little child.”
“Says you, fucking idiot. You know… she’s totally fucking her friend, yeah? Or she will be. Walked in on them holding hands last night. Looks like she’ll be passed around and around. I mean, she’s definitely an elite fuck, that’s for-” Suguru’s words are cut off as Satoru’s pulse races so much his whole body feels numb.
“What?” Satoru demands through gritted teeth, and Suguru’s smirk is back, split lip and all.
“Choso, goth bartender. Bet he’s with her now. Ah, he’s so clearly in love with her-”
“What do you mean you saw her!?”
“Oh… that’s what you mean. Well, thought I’d talk.”
Satoru’s hand is tight around Suguru’s neck now, his eyes turning serious, a storm of bright blue. “If you hurt her in any way, I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Hurt her? No, I’m not as rough with sex as you, Satoru. I liked to take my time with her, you know, make love. Not as barbaric.” Suguru pats Satoru’s cheek then, and Satoru can’t control the rage in his body.
“It doesn’t matter how ‘sweet’ you were if you took her virginity like that. It’s fucking wrong, Suguru what has happened to you, it’s like I don’t know you!” Satoru feels emotions well up, as who he thought was the best goddamn person he knew could be so careless, so cruel.
“Satoru you act like a virgin is new. How many have you had? I’ve had plenty, no not a twenty four year old one. Kinda thought she was lying till…”
“Don’t, I swear. I can’t fucking take it.” He turns, his head pounding with images, of you so trusting and sweet under Suguru Geto, who had so much experience, older than you, playing you.
“It didn’t hurt her, you big baby-”
“You did. Mentally. Emotionally. How can you have acted so mad at me for comments when you did all that?”
“Well, I thought what better way to have you get a taste of what you were missing out on. Best friend.” Suguru says mockingly, and Satoru’s fists clench and unclench at his sides. “Anyway, she clearly still wants me, she was so wet, Satoru. Well, you know how wet she gets now.”
He better not have touched you.
He better not have fucking…
Why didn’t you answer? What happened to make your day bad?
Did he…
“What the fuck did you do? You better tell me before I find out.” Suguru chuckles a bit, brushing himself off as he backs away so casually.
“Oh I just gave her a little of what she wanted, you didn’t seem to respect my relationship with her, so don’t expect me to.” Satoru’s chest tightens painfully, he’s so afraid that he’s caused you pain that he can’t take it. He also can’t stand the thought of Suguru touching you…
Suguru wasn’t like that, was he?
Was he?
Did he even know Suguru anymore…
“Enjoy the pretty Princess for now.” He pats Satoru on the shoulder with a smirk. “Especially since I sent her a photo of you just now.”
“You what?”
“Your serve, Satoru.” Suguru saunters the fuck out, and Gojo cannot keep himself together, he’s ripping apart at the seams, he then exhales when he sees you pop up on his phone. He swipes up with shaky hands.
Short Stuff: I’m sorry I didn’t write last night, Toru.
Satoru: Suguru write to you?
Satoru is wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, his gold watch scraping against his overheated skin. He is so afraid to not even get a fucking chance with you.
Short Stuff: Yes.
He sighs, covering his face in his hands.
Short Stuff: I don’t believe him.
What!?
Satoru: I need to see you, now.
Short Stuff: Need my address?
Satoru: I've been there.
Short Stuff: What!!!
Satoru: Heading over.
***
You really think Satoru hasn't been in front of your house? You think he hasn’t watched you so many fucking times? Watch as you shimmy out of your ugly little beetle into your little home. It’s small, but he notices it’s yours, all yours, no roommates, no little apartment, you seem to have bought this yourself. You take good care of that little yard, wearing those shorts…
Fuck those white cut off shorts, that show way too much ass.
You really shouldn’t show off what’s his that much, but then, you’re not just his… yet, at least. Plus he enjoys watching you every now and then, especially when he’s leaving work, before you’d go see Suguru, there was this bit of peace watching you water all your succulents. Watch the sun kiss perfect skin, watch the way your ass looked when bent over at the waist.
He sometimes would watch after your work, not long no, Satoru has a life, but long enough to make sure no psycho got in there with you. You were so pretty and so many guys hit on you, he worried one would stalk you, follow you. He tried not to do it too often, but he just couldn’t help worrying.
Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up, but that’s what you do to him.
Your pretty face wrecks every rational thought Satoru ever had.
Now he’s right in front of your house, and he sees there is another car there instead of yours. He frowns a bit, growing even more worried as he walks up and knocks on the door. It’s not you who answers, it’s that tall goth bartender you work with, he’d be worried if he was less of a man, but he can tell that you all are friends, he’s seen you both interact at the bar.
How many nights had he wished he could have said hi?
And now…
The guy in front of him crosses his arms, until you peek out from around him, smiling just a bit, but your eyes are puffy, and you look fucking exhausted. You’re wearing pajamas and it’s about four in the afternoon, along with fuzzy pink slippers and your hair is in a messy bun.
“Satoru, that was quick… Choso he’s fine, let him in.” You tap his shoulder, Choso his name was, hadn’t Suguru said that? And Choso nods, moving so you can come inside.
He’s not seen inside your home, it’s cozy and full of various knick knacks, it’s not messy but it’s not spotless. It’s lived in and comfortable, though Satoru thinks it’s way too small for you, but every part that he sees is you. Every little painting on the walls, which are old wood walls that he hadn’t seen in ages, along with stacks of notebooks on your little coffee table.
You write, that’s your passion you said. Your eyes lit up when you spoke about it.
Satoru will just buy you a bookstore or something, so you can be safe, he’ll just make sure you have no bills, so you don’t have to bartend. You can just live with him, live your damn dream, you don’t need to work ever. Also, this place is too small, not good enough, he needs to make sure you have better.
You take his hand tentatively, like you’re afraid of his reaction, looking up at him with tired eyes, and Satoru’s heart breaks at the sight. “It’s a little messy, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect company. And Choso is used to it.”
“She really sucks at cleaning.” Choso playfully pushes you a bit, and you’re smiling the tiniest bit finally.
“I try!”
“What happened?” Satoru asks gruffly, and you sigh, looking down, those lashes casting shadows, he can see you’ve scrubbed yourself clean, you’re completely bare faced and look so smooth.
“Maybe you should tell him what happened.” Choso says behind Satoru, he looks over at him, with knowing eyes. “Choso, by the way.”
“Satoru. You… took care of her last night?” Satoru asks softly, and Choso nods, yawning.
“I did, even thought I wanted to just fucking kill your friend, but Barbie wouldn’t let me leave.” He ruffles that bun in your hair, kissing your head then, and you sigh, hugging him.
Satoru should be furious, but something about your connection doesn’t worry him. “Thank you for taking care of her.”
You and Choso stare up at Satoru in shock, and who can blame you. “Thought you said he was kinda a dick, Barbie?” Choso’s violet gaze looks right at you, and you flush so prettily then.
“I am.” Satoru says, earning a soft giggle from you and a smirk from Choso. “A huge dick actually.”
“Well, I like you a lot better than your friend.” Choso’s fists are clenching, opening and closing as he sighs.
“Yeah, well I hate him too. Can we talk?” Satoru asks you, and you nod then, looking at Choso.
“You okay with him, Barbie?” Barbie huh? Well it fits you, you’re even shaped like one, in those pink pjs.
“Yeah, Cho. Go get sleep please, I know my couch is not comfy.” You say, looking down at the well worn tan leather couch of yours.
“I’m fine.” He cracks his neck though, and Satoru starts to put it together, clearly this man held you as you sobbed all night.
What the fuck happend.
“No, go home and sleep. I’ll text you later.” You kiss his cheek, your sweet lips look so soft that Satoru aches, and Choso sighs, hugging you to him.
“Love you, Barbie.”
“Love you, Cho.”
Choso holds his hand to Satoru now, covered in tattoos and black rings, and Satoru takes it as he tilts his head, studying Satoru. “Don’t be a dick to her. I’m going to catch a charge when I meet your friend again, but you seem… to care. Just…”
“I won’t hurt her, I never would.” Satoru says, and Choso nods, walking out then, and shutting the door behind him, leaving you both alone.
You’re nervously playing with your hands in front of your lap, and Satoru is inhaling your sweet fucking scent, as he looks how tiny and small you look, how forlorn and sad. He wants to hold you, but he doesn’t want to scare you, and he also wants to slam his lips on yours, he wants to make love to you, he wants…
Everything. Satoru wants everything, all of you.
You tentatively walk up to him, and he takes a step closer, then you step even closer, until you’re right in front of him, until he feels your body heat. Satoru gently takes your shoulders in his hands, sliding down to your arms, and you gasp a bit, your hands on his chest. Satoru’s heart is racing, his hands now sliding to your little waist, his grip tightening.
“How do you know where I live, Toru?” You whisper, making him smirk just a bit, as he brings you against him.
“You really wanna know?”
“Fuck, maybe not.” You rest your head on his chest, exhaling, and he pulls you even tighter, wanting to feel you, every bit of you. “I meant to text back. I just had a rough night.”
“What happened? Tell me everything, I’ll fix it, I’ll make it go away, I swear to God I will. I’ll do anything.”
You look up at him in surprise, but then he watches it shift to emotion, to fright now. “I don’t know how to say it…”
“Tell me. Did he fucking touch you!?” He demands, shaking you now, his grip on your delicate flesh bruising. You blink away a fresh set of tears, gasping just a bit, as you hold onto him tightly.
“Did I deserve it?” You whisper, and that’s the moment you shatter Satoru Gojo’s fucking heart. When he sees you dejected, when he sees you in your head, when he sees you so small and crumbling.
“No. No. No. You deserve everything. Do you not fucking see it?” He’s shaking you again, but you’re stiff, you’re opening and closing your mouth, as if you can’t say it, as if it would make it real.
What did he do to you?
What had Suguru become?
“Tell me. Now.” He says tersely, and you back away a bit, turning around and walking to your couch, grabbing a puffy butterfly plush and snuggling it to your chest, burying your face in it.
“I c-can’t. I can’t.” You’re sobbing, in a little ball, and Satoru leans over you causing you to look at him with watery eyes.
“You need to tell me. You need to. Did he touch you? Tell me.” You’re sniffling now, and finally Satoru can’t handle it, he’s grabbing your pretty face in his hands, glaring down at you. “Did he!?”
“Yes, but… not… didn’t rape me or…”
“He fucking touched you!” You’re tense, leaning back, fuck he’s scaring you, but he’s so furious he can’t think, he wants to fucking kill Suguru Geto.
He wants to end him.
He wants to cut his fucking hands off.
“Where?” He kneels now, pulling you out of that ball, and taking away your stuffie, putting it to the side, his hands on your thighs as you sit there criss cross. Your legs are trembling, as tears fall.
“Um… he… only for a… will you be mad at me!? I…”
“Stop it, fucking stop it, you’re being so fucking stupid.” He’s pulling you to him now, and your lips are a trembling mess right in front of him, your eyes locking onto his own. “You need to tell me, I have to know what he did. Where?”
You just look down at your lap, and his hands grip your hair so tight you cry out, as he realizes your intent. “Satoru, he just touched it, he was just so angry at me, that you came inside me. It’s on me…”
“No, no, no. No.” He’s standing now, and you stare up at him, as he turns to leave, to kill his ‘best friend’.
“Satoru, please stay. Please.” You come to cling to his waist, and he’s on edge, he’s so furious he can’t take it. “I need someone. I’m sorry.”
“Why do you apologize for nothing!?” He has you pressed against the front door, his hands around your delicate wrists, and your chest is heaving as you look up at him. “I’ll be back after I cut his goddamn hands off.”
“Satoru, don’t, please. You’ll just get in trouble because of me.”
Satoru growls, bending low as he looks at your beautiful face, just a breath away, you smell and taste so goddamn sweet even now, you’re so heartbreakingly beautiful, even looking a mess, you take his breath, you shatter his heart. You’re trying to care for him, even now, trying to explain away what Suguru has done. It makes him furious, why can’t you see what you’re worth!?
If you were you wouldn’t even talk to him, would you…
You make him feel he could be worth more.
Enough for you.
“He touched you. He doesn’t get to fucking do that anymore. He should have never been able to, so I’ll make sure he can’t again.” You’re panting now, as he’s squeezing your wrists hard, he eases back as he realizes, rubbing the little thin veins on your soft inner skin. You’re shaking in his hold, tears falling from your lashes in little droplets.
Satoru can’t breathe.
“He just wanted to fuck with me, I don’t think he’d-”
“How do you know? It’s like I don’t know him at all.” Satoru feels his own emotions welling up, and you have the audacity to press forward, to free your hands and run up his face, bringing him down to face you. “Let me go. I swear to god. You’re so small I’ll throw you out of my goddamn way if you don’t move.”
“I need to forget. Now. Please.” You whisper, Satoru exhales, closing his eyes against your perfect touch. “I need you here.”
“You think I don’t want to pump your pretty cunt full?” You suck in a breath, and your eyes glaze over, mirroring his own desire. “I need to take care of him first, then I’ll come back and fuck you till you forget.” He’s grabbing on your hips, pressing you further into that door, overheating when you’re rolling your hips up against him.
“Satoru you’ll make things awful, you work with him, you-”
“I don’t care about anything but you, it can all blow the fuck up.” He slams his lips down on yours then, and you reach up to cling around his neck, sweaty little palms feeling far better than any touch he’d ever had.
“Thought you hated me.” You whisper, he groans, as your lips are so fucking close that he tastes you.
“I do hate you.”
“I want this to work. I want you, Satoru.” You whisper up at him pleadingly, and you are his undoing.
He’ll kill Suguru in his sleep later.
For now, your breasts, lush and full, are pressed on his chest, and he can’t even function, not when his hard cock is screaming to claim you, not when your soft lips are pressing along his throat. He groans, leaning his head on the door right next to you, before punching it and making you tense, lips parted as you look up.
“He can’t touch you. He can’t. You’re mine. Mine.” You kiss him then, and Satoru loses all his senses, except for rage and lust, and you’re clinging to him desperately, as he drinks up your salty little tears. “Why couldn’t I have talked to you?” He huffs those words desperately.
“I wish I noticed you. How could I not have seen you?” You whisper now, your voice breaking, as you are caressing his face with your shaky hands, and Satoru’s throat constricts with his emotion, forcing him to swallow. “I won’t ruin your life with this, Toru.”
“Ruin my life. Ruin it. Just like I’ll fucking ruin yours.” He says then, and you cling to his shirt tightly, your lower lip trembling, and he’d give you anything you want when you look at him like that.
“Ruin me then.”
Fuck what you do to him.
“I already did. Look if I never brought you up-”
“Shut the fuck up. Stop it. Stop blaming yourself.” You plead, and those eyes he’s drowning in are a myriad of emotions. Your hands run up and down his abdomen, making every bit tremble, as he aches with his desire for you. “How were you wrong for telling your friend you thought I was pretty?”
“Not pretty. Not pretty.” He’s gripping your face so tightly you wince, as he craves to fuck into you then and there, right on your door. It takes all his control not to slide your pajama shorts to the side and shove his cock in that tight wetness he’d do anything to feel. “I didn’t say pretty.”
You frown a bit then, looking down. “I didn’t mean to presume-”
“I said you were so beautiful I couldn’t even fucking speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t function. Pretty isn’t enough.” You’re a mess now, his thigh is between yours, and you’re grinding on him, helpless for him. Fuck how are you helpless as he is, how can you be real?
“Satoru, thank you. Thank you for making me feel that way.” You whisper, making him scowl down at you.
“I don’t make you feel that way, I just say I hate you. I just keep it all in so you don’t destroy me completely.”
“The worst thing about last night wasn’t even him fingering me-”
“He stuck a fucking finger in you!?” He’s even angrier now, and you are well past caring now, you don’t care that he’s gripping you so tight he could crush your skull in his big hands. You don’t care that he’s scowling, that he’s breathing fire damn near, you just look up at him lovingly.
How can you!?
“The worst part was that Suguru said you’ll find someone prettier, that you’ll find someone better. That I’m not good enough.” You’re choking on your sobs, as Satoru’s rage grows exponentially, his brows low over his eyes with anger.
“There is no one else. There’s been no one else.” He’s slamming your pretty lips again with his own, kissing you over and over, and he drinks in your sighs, as he drinks in you. “Had to stare at a picture of you to fuck someone before I even got to taste you, think I’m wanting anyone?”
“Satoru… how’d you get a picture of me?” You mumble, and he just grins, pulling back and yanking that ponytail, taking your messy hair and gripping it in his big hands, pulling your head back. You’re soaking his thigh, with your sweet little sounds, with your eyes so full of tears still.
“Baby there’s a lot you don’t wanna know. You wanna talk about all of it, or want me to make you cum over…” He presses his hands on your breasts, cupping them, whispering against your lips. “And over…” He pinches your perky nipples, and you cling to him, desperate, almost as desperate as Satoru himself. “And over.”
Now he’s biting your neck, fuck you taste so good he can’t take it, you consume him entirely, he feels your pulse thrumming so quick like a little hummingbird. He feels your gasp, as he clings to your perfect body, so small in his big hands, feels you melting for him, feels your knees weakening.
Satoru cannot function or focus on anything aside from wanting to please you, to make you his entirely, and he will in every fucking way possible. He’s still enraged, he’s still infuriated, but he’s also going to give you anything you want, he’s too weak when it comes to you.
He’ll have to kill Suguru after he’s pumped you full of cum.
“Fuck it, I don’t wanna know right now. Just fuck me, please Toru. Please.” You beg now, and he’s groaning, picking you up in his arms easily, desperate for you, your legs eagerly wrap around his hips, your heat pressed against his cock, and he can hardly control himself, shaking as he holds you.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you baby, but you need to say it. That you’re mine, only mine. No one else gets to have you, do you understand? Do you!?” He is desperate as he looks at you, and you just nod, emotional, as he’s carrying you straight to your little room, yeah Satoru looked up the layout, don’t worry about that though. You only had a master and a guest room, it was easy.
“How do you know where my room is? I-”
“No getting fucked if you can’t shut that pretty mouth up.” He’s got you on your little bed then, and your eyes go wide, lips parting as he sinks on top of you, he’s longer than your entire bed, which he notices is covered in pink silk. He’ll mention he hates that later, right now he needs to taste you. “Say it.”
“I’ll be yours, Satoru Gojo. Yours.” You speak those words so goddamn sincere, with your perfect lips.
His chest tightens.
His heart constricts.
“You don’t understand.” He whispers, leaning up on long arms as he looms over you. “I mean mine. Mine. Only me. Can only be me in your head, in your thoughts, in your fucking mind. Got me? He can never fucking enter it again.”
“It’s only you in there already.” You whisper, blinking rapidly, tears hot and sticky now, and he feels like he’s going to fucking burst with the need to claim you, to make you scream his name, to make you cum until you forget Suguru completely.
Satoru can’t stand that he saw you like this.
Under him.
A virgin, innocent, young… and he did that to you.
He needs to make you both forget.
Don’t worry, he knows just how to.
“Good. That’s what I want to hear. That’s what I need to hear, baby. You’re mine, my good little girl.” He watches your eyes blow out at his words, watches the already intense desire grow as you’re under him.
“Good girl, fuck.” You whisper now, and he smiles a bit, not a smirk or a grin, no your cute little whimper makes him smile genuinely, even as you rip him apart with your perfection. Satoru has been so goddamn harsh with you, that you’re disintegrating at a couple words.
“Yes, you are a good girl right now. Now let’s get you naked and see what we can do about those sad eyes, yeah?” You nod, letting him pull your shirt over your head, revealing those perfect tits, and he groans, eyes locked on them as he runs his thumb over your nipples, watching them peak even more. “You’re so beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful.”
“Oh Satoru… thank you.” You whisper, gasping and leaning your head back, your face red with emotion, as he leans down to kiss you, to taste you, to claim you. You reach for his cock, but he slams your hand up, shaking his head.
“Let me show you, let me show you how I’ll treat you, if you’ll be only mine.” Your gaze is lidded now, and you eagerly nod, biting that full lower lip with white teeth, your brows together as you’re arching for more of him.
“Please show me, Toru. Please.” You whisper, and your whisper is like a fucking caress to his ears.
Satoru's hands are shaking as he slides down your pajama shorts, revealing your already wet pussy, and he’s lost for words. You’re so beautiful he can’t even describe it. He leans down, kissing your stomach, and you moan so sexy, arching into his touch. His tongue traces the line of your inner thigh, teasing closer and closer to your center, making you squirm under him.
“Please, Satoru, I need you. I need to feel you inside me.” Your voice is so needy, and it’s all he can take. He needs to feel you, to claim you, to make you his. He slides down, his tongue flicking over your clit, making you gasp, your hands in his hair as he devours you. You’re so sweet, so perfect, and he can’t get enough.
“You can fucking wait, I am taking my time. Got it brat?” He scowls up at you, only serving to apparently further excite you, as more of your arousal seeps out of your puffy lips, drooling out of your tiny hole as he spreads you wide.
“Y-yes, Toru.”
He bites the fuck out of your thigh now, and you cry out, as he sucks on it, leaving a giant red spot glistening. “Say that better.”
“Are you trying to make love or be kinky!? Crazy fucking-ow!” You’ve earned a smack on your perfect cunt now, and you hiss, jerking at that.
“Don’t worry that pretty head about figuring me out, baby, not yet, maybe never. Now, I said to say that better.”
“Yes, Sir?”
You end him now, as those words slip out of your lips, tentative and afraid, as you look down at the man between your legs. And you should be afraid, because you’re Satoru’s now, and he won’t let you go.
“Good girl.” He cooes again, watching your pretty face as you melt for him. Satoru’s tongue circles around your clit, as he slides two fingers into your wetness, feeling how tight you are around him, how you clench around his digits. He’s going to stretch you, fill you, make you cum until you can’t take it anymore.
You’re moaning his name, your hips bucking against his mouth, and he loves it, he craves it. “Satoru! Ah!” You cry out, your hands are entwined in his hair, as your hips buck up and he tastes you.
Fuck you taste so good.
“Mine, say it.”
Your POV
The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, as his tongue is working on you so goddamn good you can’t function. You struggle as you grasp his silky white hair, as a million questions should be swirling in your fucking mind, but there is nothing but how much you want him. Fuck you want him so much, no you crave him, no you need him.
You can feel his passion, his desperation, his need to claim you, to erase the memory of Suguru’s touch. And fuck if you’re not gonna give in, to let him take you, to let him consume you, to make everything else disappear. You are dying to feel every bit of his touch, every bit of his tongue, as it slowly circles your engorged little clit, and you’re screaming now.
“My name, say it. Say it.” He murmurs, blowing on your clit now, and pleasure is shooting through your stomach, making it clench.
“Satoru. Satoru. Satoru!” He’s humming on your clit with his moan now, his huge hands gripping your thighs as he drinks you. “Satoru…”
“Mmm…” He leans up for a moment, moaning as his brilliant blue eyes stare up at you, and fuck if you aren’t sucked in. “Your pussy is perfect.” He whispers, and you’re falling apart when he slides those two long fingers in your cunt again, pumping in and out, and then watching you, he’s just watching you, fuck he’s praising you!?
“In me, please Toru.” You beg, hips bucking up. “I’m close, please.”
“Oh baby, you're too impatient. No.” He pulls you by the fat of your ass, pressing those fingers up and hitting that spot that fucking blinds you. “You think you tell me what to do, huh?”
“I’m… not telling… I’m begging, fuck!” You cry out as he’s relentless, and you’re about to shatter, as he smirks up at you so goddamn sexy.
“Cum on m'face and let me drink you up. I want to taste you all fucking day, so I can lick my lips and have you on them.”
“Oh my-mnh!”
His words, his fingers, his mouth as he sucks on your little clit then, it fucking breaks you apart, piece by piece, the orgasm shredding your soul as his tongue puts you back together. He breaks you and fixes you, with every flick, every expert touch, as if this man has known your body forever.
As if he owns it completely, and maybe Satoru already does. His gorgeous eyes shut in his own pleasure, you feel him grinding his cock on your bed as he is devouring you, and you cum so hard you’re blinded, you can’t breathe, like nothing exists but him.
He moans as you’re soaking his face, there’s no other word, no one or nothing has made you as wet as this, even Satoru previously. It’s all over your pussy, your inner thighs, and he’s lapping it up, shaking his head side to side, pressing his hand on your tummy as he shoves his fingers in so deep.
“Too much! Too much! Please!” You beg, but he’s chuckling against you, peering up with a perfectly sculpted face covered in your slick, and he’s licking those stupidly full lips like it’s a gloss.
“Oh baby you don’t get to tell me when to stop. You’re mine, now. Yeah?” He plants a kiss on your clit, overstimulated and throbbing, you simply whimper out a little sound, unable to form a word with the onslaught of pleasure. He leans up now, hand wrapping your throat. “Say it.”
“Yours, I’m yours.” You are mumbling, as he’s leaning over you, still fully clothed in a damn dress shirt and slacks, and he’s soaked with you, you’ve dripped down to his fancy gold watch, as he keeps scissoring those fingers in you. “Toru, let me see you. Please.”
“So eager brat? Can’t be patient, are you too slutty for me?” He says, but you shake your head, hands going to unbutton his stupidly expensive shirt.
“You’re gorgeous, Satoru Gojo. Wanna see you.” You press kisses on the marble skin you slowly reveal, and his hand pauses for a moment, and you hear it, this little sexy whimper from the back of his throat. You hear how fucking much he wants you, you can feel evidence of it pressing on your thigh now.
“Then fucking ask right.” He smacks at your hands again, making them sting, and maybe you should question this incredibly attractive psycho you’re drowning in, the one sliding his fingers up and down your slit, making you twitch.
Maybe you should wonder why you crave this so bad after Suguru touched you, the way it had made you feel disgusting, small, horrible.
But Satoru makes you feel so goddamn good, he drowns out that noise in your brain, you can’t even find yourself caring that he knows where you live. Fuck, the idea of him knowing that excites you in some fucked up way, hitting some stupid part of your brain, where feminism has been long gone with this man. It’s all gone under him, under his touch, under his gaze.
God how he looks at you.
How he makes you feel.
You’re craving to touch him so badly, but he smacks your little hands again, and this time it stings bad, but you like it, no you love it. How he takes you over, how small you feel against him, under him. How he allows you no room to breathe, fuck you didn’t need to breath unless it was Satoru Gojo’s goddamn breath.
His anger, simultaneous with his passion, the sweet way he will kiss you, then the furious way he’ll slam his lips. What even is he, who even is he, this man you think you’re falling in love with? Don’t know a damn thing but how you feel, and you feel everything with him, physically and more. Every nerve-ending on fire, as he pulls on every emotion you have.
You’d do anything he asked.
“Can I please see you, touch you, Sir?” You whisper, pouting and blinking those lashes, and you watch him melt over you, groaning all sexy from the back of his throat, and he nods, letting you unbutton each little clear one, they pop and reveal more and more perfect skin, until he sits up.
He eases his shirt off his shoulders now, and your eyes drink in his perfect, chiseled body, the taut skin that ripples across those muscles, lean and hairless aside from a white trail under his belly button. Fuck he’s perfect, you muse as you sit up on shaky legs to run your hands down him gently, exhaling when you feel the heat of his skin.
“If you were smart you’d fucking run from me.” He says then, and you sigh, watching him jerk as your breath touches his chest, your palm right where his heart beats.
“There’s no running from you, is there?” He grins then, yanking the fuck out of your hair, and you moan at it, eyes fluttering shut for a moment in pleasure, as you inhale his scent around you. Fuck he fills something and you can’t exactly say what this is, but it’s everything to you.
“No, there’s no running. Not now, baby. But you don’t want to, do you?” You shake your head side to side, making the pull on your hair even better. You crave him so goddamn bad you can’t think, as your cunt is throbbing around nothing, painful at how much you crave this man.
“Let me suck you, Toru... Ah!” He smacks you right across your cheek, gently, but he sure fucking did, and it feels good, you cling to him more, moaning.
“You’re not learning quickly, are you? Or you like me fucking teaching you?” He yanks your hair so hard it’s ripping, and he’s breathing right against your lips as you feel tears pricking your eyes, and you love it so much you’d ask for another hit. But that terrifies you. “Don’t make me hit this pretty face again, be a good girl.”
“Maybe I like you smacking my face.” You whisper, and his brows raise, and you feel his heart beating hard against his chest. “Don’t you hate me, Toru?”
“Hate you… hate everything about you. How beautiful you are. How your face haunts my every dream. Hate that all I can think about is how many ways I can make you cum, when you’re offering to please me.” He’s caressing the cheek he smacked, tilting his head and looking at the other. “And you’re still asking wrong. You’re being a fucking brat.”
“Let me suck you pleae.” You take another smack, and you cry out, it stings so goddamn good you straddle him, and he groans, as you grind on his lap, mouth devouring his.
“Little slut. Little freak.” He groans out, gripping you so goddamn tight you can’t breathe, you swear you feel your damn ribs creak when he’s pressing on your ribcage, as he shoves you off him then, glaring at you, eyes glazed over. “I’m trying to be sweet and you’re pissing me the fuck off, brat.”
“Sweet huh!? You smacked me.”
He smirks. “Lovingly.”
You roll your eyes, huffing. He’s kinda right, and you’re mentally fucked, honestly. “Psycho.”
“Slut.”
“Sadistic stalker.”
He smirks then. “And? It’s your fault. Don’t be so fucking yummy.” He’s shoving you back down the bed, and you’re wriggling to get up, glaring at him.
“Let me suck your dick, why not!? I want it in my throat.” He moans then, lowering his head onto yours, and you feel his exhale tickling your lips.
“Such a whore.”
“For you.”
“Fuck you for saying it. For making me believe it.” He’s kissing you again all desperate, his voice breaks, and you’re yanking at his hair, dying for him, rubbing your bare pussy eagerly against that thick length.
“It’s true, I need you. Let me please you back. Alone, not with him, just us… please.” He eases away, off you, and then he sees it.
You need this.
“You're gonna do a good job, be a good girl for me?” He whispers, and you nod quickly, cunt dripping as he finally stands, and you’re on your hands and knees, sinking into your old soft mattress, impatiently grabbing. He smacks at your hands again. “No, you wait until I tell you.”
“Yes, Sir.” You watch his hands shake as he takes off his black leather belt, you’re damn near drooling.
“Sit there and be patient, yeah?” You just nod, earning a smack again, and you bite your lip. “Should beat you with this belt.”
“Could you? Ow!” Satoru’s yanking your hair again, as he pulls that perfect long cock out, and you see how swollen that pink tip is, all reddened and precum is slaved all over the little line there.
“So slutty, just calm the fuck down. I’m going to show you how to actually suck dick. And yeah, you’re good, but I mean take it all. Now…” He yanks you to sit on the edge of the bed now, lining his cock with your lips. “I’ll show you what I couldn’t when you were with him.”
“Show me, please… Sir.” You say, not wanting another smack, and he grins then, fangs glinting off the light of your room.
“Mouth open.” You do exactly as he says, tongue out, and he’s cupping your face almost sweetly, shoving his cock in your mouth, so deep you choke, and he’s groaning, pulling back now, letting you suck on him. “When you sucked me… ah… could only think… how I wanted you alone.”
You’re crying now, as he holds your face so tight, as he’s fucking your throat so deep, you’re breathing through your nose, looking up at him, his beautiful blue eyes so dark with lust they’re difficult to handle. But you do, you look at him, as his face is contorted in pleasure, as his thin white brows lower, and you’re drooling around the corners of your mouth.
“Thought how pretty your - ah- eyes were. Like a fucking idiot. Hate that, hate you, hate everything- s’perfect I-” He’s just fucking your mouth, your throat, and you’re taking him as well as you can, as he’s deeper and deeper, as he’s sucking out all the oxygen you have.
Satoru is so deep, pushing past your uvula now, and you struggle to take him all, he’s so long, but his moans push you past your limits. You’ll do anything to watch his pretty face like this, to feel his hands tremble, his hips pause at moments. You suck him hard, cheeks hollowing as your tongue swirls around the veins that wrap him.
You’re whining out when he’s pressing his hands around your throat, and Satoru is groaning now as he feels the bulge in your throat, his other hand wrapping your hair into a fist, snapping his hips harder and harder. You struggle so hard to take it, it’s not something you’d experienced, as he fucks every frustration in your sore throat, making you even wetter, even more sensitive.
“Fuck you’re s’good at this. Goddammit. Fuck.” He eases back a bit now, and you cough a bit, as he swipes that drool off your mouth, gripping your face with his hand, squishing your cheeks. “You haven’t even asked if I let her suck me.”
You flush at that, clearing your throat, stroking his cock that’s slippery with all your slobber, and his head tilts back, his hands clinging to your neck now. “I don’t believe him for shit. So.”
“And if I did let her? Huh?” You pause then, sucking in a breath, as your mind starts to whirl.
“I’d fucking hate that. It would make me so upset. I’m sorry.” You blink away tears, as he bends down now, on his knees for a moment, face level with yours.
“Aw, I won’t get to fuck girls with you?” You blink in embarrassment, as you struggle to focus.
“I hate the thought of you with anyone. I hate it. Even seeing you kiss Shoko upset me more than Suguru, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t-” He’s slammed his lips back on yours now, cutting off your words, and you melt against him, lapping up all the fury he was putting behind it.
“Such a selfish little bitch, huh?” He says, and you just nod, as he’s cupping your face so carefully, his eyes drinking you in. “Why?”
“I only want you to touch me.” He moans again, shoving his tongue in your throat, the kiss is so desperate and messy, and you struggle to focus on where you are, who you are, as Satoru kisses every thought from your fucking mind.
“I have only wanted you long before you were mine.” He says softly, the danger and desire mixing in his deep timbre, stroking your hair and sighing. “He’ll never touch you again. No one will.”
“Please, please… Satoru, I need you in me. Please.” You’re begging so hard you’re fucking sobbing, and finally he’s shoving you into the bed, and before you can take a breath he has your leg on his shoulder, and his cock buried to the fucking hilt. “Oh my god! F-fuck! Toru!”
“Is that what you’re begging for, needy little slut?” He whispers those words through gritted teeth, you just nod mindlessly, as your little cunt stretches to accommodate his thickness, and he’s got his hand braced on your thigh, pressing it further, sinking impossibly deeper, making you scream.
“Yes, yes, yes…. Thank you. Thank you. Need you.” You’re whimpering, stuttering, as he’s pulling back, making you hiss a bit at the pain, before he’s shoved back in, hitting even harder. “Want you. Want you.”
“Yeah baby, do you? How should I fuck this pretty pussy? Hard, fucking break it? Or easy, and break your stupid little mind.” You are already stupid, you can’t think when he’s on top of you.
“You do anything you want to me, Satoru Gojo. Please. Anything.” He groans now, slamming into you so deep you can’t take it, you’re already close, that white stubble above his cock tickling your exposed clit as he just grinds that tip against your cervix.
“You’re mine to do anything I want, huh? Ya sure about that?” You just nod, and he’s now fucking into you, hard, long strokes, but they’re slow, agonizingly slow, keeping you right on that edge.
“Anything, anything.” You say, breathless between strokes, you can’t keep your goddamn mouth shut, not when Satoru Gojo’s cock is deep in your cunt.
“What if I want you pregnant? What if I want you to- ah- never leave me?” He demands, and you don’t even care, you’ll get pregnant, you’ll do anything, as his length is stroking in and out. You’re so soaked you can hear every slutty stroke of your pussy squish in the room as he’s wrecking your insides.
“Do it. Fucking do it.” You mumble, eyes rolling back as he presses in, and you cling to his bare shoulders, letting out pathetic whimpers. “Cumming, cumming-ah!”
“All over this cock, good girl.” His words make it worse, now you can’t breathe, as the climax washes over you, knocking you off this existence, now you’re somewhere in space, with Satoru moving over you.
He’s filling you so deep, and now he’s rocking against you, leaky tip grinding inside your cervix, your eyes lock onto his, as his lidded gaze drinks you in, his long, snowy white lashes fluttering. But he never doesn’t look at you, he’s enthralled, pressing that thigh even further, rolling his hips just so, hitting every spot you have, discovering more you didn’t know.
You gape, your mouth opening and shutting stupidly, as he’s biting that lower lip, and he brushes your hair back softly, then something hits, and hits hard, you can’t even describe it. When he’s so vulnerable then, when he’s so deep, and a drip of sweat falls from his chin onto your lips. You lap it up, your own hands coming to cup his face, as you roll your hips.
“Satoru… I…” You struggle, you can’t say this stupid shit. Can you?’
“You’re perfect.” He says, rolling his hips again, watching as he tears you apart, makes you into a trembling mess. “Wanna get you pregnant, want you to never work, never leave.”
His words should scare you, he should scare you. Satoru is a red flag, but you don’t seem to care, in fact it makes it more heady, it makes you wetter, the insane shit he’s saying. “Then do it.”
“Do it!?” You nod, rolling up again, and pressing you lips up for more of his brutal kisses.
“Give me it, your babies. In me. Please!” Now you’re so close again, and he’s groaning, shoving your thighs up so high you’re smushed, and your struggle to breathe, while he’s fucking into you so deep like this, so deep you can’t stop yourself from cumming around his length, spasming, making him tense.
“Never leave me. Never.” He says, maddening eyes, and you should hesitate, but you fucking can’t, you can’t with him.
“Never. Never, Satoru-ngh!” He’s fucking you so hard, so deep now, bending down to hold your face in his huge hands, as his cock shoves in so deep you scream in pain, but fuck it feels good.
“Never, never. Can’t. Won’t- let- ah- you go. No.” He’s fucking insane, you see it in his maddened state, it’s like he’s consumed, consumed by you, and you gasp at the intensity, as he’s fucking you so hard, as the smacks are loud in the room. “Mine, mine. Mine, say it.”
“Yours. Yours. Yours.” You are his, how could there have ever been anything, how when his hot, full lips are on yours, how when he has you bent in half, how when he’s railing the fuck out of you.
It’s all Satoru Gojo.
“I’m filling you up, baby, you better fucking take it all. Can you, take all of me? Can you?” He’s asking it in so many ways, and you barely register you’re sobbing when a strangled sound comes out.
“Yes, yes. All of you. Give me it.” You plead, and your foreheads touch, as he’s stretching your eager pussy, making it so sloppy wih each thrust, as he slows, and shoves so hard it hurts, but you want it.
You want every bit.
“Make you a fucking mommy. Keep you knocked up. Got me?” He whispers, fucking insanely, but you nod, you can’t speak anymore. “Beg for it.”
“C-can’t… t-talk…” He’s groaning now, hot breaths brushing your bruised lips, reddened from all his kisses.
“Beg for it. For me. Now.” His words are jerky, broken, and you finally gasp a bit, struggling to form a word.
“Please, please…” He smacks you again, kissing the spot as soon as he does, and you almost cum.
“Not yet. Not yet. Say it… better.” He demands, jerky movements halted, as your stinging cheek keeps getting kissed.
“Please sir?” Another smack, and you whine out. “Please, what the fuck do you want me to say!? Lemme have your cum. Your babies.”
“Ask better, fucking brat.” He says through gritted teeth. “Ask me better. Perfect, beautiful goddamn bitch, bane of my fucking existense.” You should hate those words, but you’re throbbing now, so goddamn close even though he’s just staying still.
Your eyes are filled with tears as your face is reddening, overheated, overstimulated, dying for him. “Please, give me babies, Sir. Ow, what!?”
“Better, do better.” You pause then, disoriented, blinking in confusion, your brain is too stupid and fucked out to think.
“Please, please, want your babies in me, s’bad… Daddy please, fill me up with them-” Satoru is groaning now, eyes snapping shut as he’s slammed into you, making you choke on your words, on pleasure, and you’re crying, it’s just so much.
“Good girl, that’s it, that’s it. Take it, baby, take everything. You’re gonna get knocked up right here, right now, in your slutty little cunt.” And with those words, he’s cumming, and you’re coming, and it’s so fucking much cum. He’s pulsing inside you, and you feel it, feel his hot cum filling you up, coating your walls as your cunt sucks it up.
Like she wants these babies, how couldn’t she, how couldn’t you, when this man you barely know has claimed you like this? You’re shaking, your walls clenching around him, begging for more, even though you know you can’t take anymore, and now Satoru is coming down from his high, panting and looking at you, pupils just pinpoints, as he slowly shoves that cum deeper, as you’re shoving it with how hard you’re pulsing.
“Holy fuck… I… Satoru, I…” You can’t breathe, you can’t think, you’re just sobbing, and you expect him to make fun of you, but he pulls you close, caressing your hair now, gently.
“I know, I know baby.” He murmurs, as you sob against the crook of his neck, as you cling to him. “I know.”
“I don’t even know. I don’t… Satoru, I’m falling I- and you’re insane, and you scare me, and you I think stalk me, and-”
“You’re falling for me!?” He asks, leaning up with shocked eyes, and you just continue to sob, trying to grab ahold of him, to tether yourself.
“I know that’s crazy. I kn-know you’re fucking insane. Maybe you fucked my literal brains away.”
“You’re falling for me?” He’s squeezing your face so hard you wince, grabbing his wrists, he’s panting, and your thighs are aching.
“Yes. Yes I am.” You can’t fucking lie to him. You can’t lie to yourself. “Make fun of me, call me a stupid slut, call-”
He slams his lips on yours, and your teeth click as his kiss sets you into another realm again, as you realize you’re in love with a psycho, with an evil best friend. As you realize you’d get knocked up, with a man you barely know, if it made him happy. You have no time to question this as Satoru is consuming you.
“Don’t fucking lie to me. I can’t take it.” He’s crying you realize, his gorgeous eyes glittering, and falling on high cheekbones. You ease your legs down with a wince, getting up on your elbows, your messy hair strown around your breasts as you’re caressing his face.
“I don’t lie. I should have told you last night about him… Satoru I am so sorry, I was scared. I didn’t know if you’d believe me. I-”
“He won’t again. He won’t. I swear I will make sure of it. No one will ever fucking touch you, baby, you got it? No one but me.” Your heart races at his intensity. “Falling for me?”
“Yes, for you, Satoru Gojo. Fucking psycho.” You are met with another furious kiss, with his insane gaze, with his huge hands taking over your little body, squeezing every curve and line, wrecking you further, as if you had any more to go. “How many times have you watched me?”
“You don’t wanna know. Just know I’ll keep you safe.” He’s kissing you over and over, and it’s too easy to fall into, to shove your brain far away. “Just know it will only be you for me. Only you. How could he have seen anyone esle?”
“Oh, Satoru…” You’re clinging to him, as he holds you so tight. “I was so afraid, I felt so worthless.”
“He is. For all of it. Should have been me, your first. Me.” You nod, as he drinks up your sobs, as he strokes your hair. “I love when you cry, you’re so fucking beautiful, you know?”
“You’re so insane.”
“I know. I know, baby.” Soon it’s the evening, and you’re starving, Satoru is ready to go fucking kill Suguru. “Let me get him now. I’ll just cut off some fingers.”
“Wait… what about our date?” Satoru looks you up and down, smirking.
“You’re a mess, I fucked the shit out of you. You can’t go anywhere like this.”
“So I’ll get ready. And you get ready.”
He glares. “You’re trying to fucking distract me. I need to go deal with this, then we’ll have your fucking date.”
“Satoru you’re still hurt from him, please… I can’t let you get hurt. Not because of me again.” You’re clinging to him as you stand by the front door, and he sighs.
“I need to deal with him. I can’t let him touch you again.”
“So is there another way, other than assault and cutting fingers?”
“Nope.”
“Satoru!”
“What!?” You sigh, thinking for a minute, then you look up at him, smirking, so devious, and his blue eyes narrow, as he bends his tall body over you. “Wait…you have a fucking idea, don’t you brat?”
“Sure do. Shoko.”
“What about her?”
“I have her number. Why don’t we expose Suguru being an all around piece of shit to her? Really ruin him.”
Satoru’s smiling now, a wicked glint to his eyes. “You know what? I like that. You’re so fucking clever.”
“Wait, is that a compliment?”
“You look like a bimbo, you have ugly sheets, everything is gaudy and pink, your-”
“Okay, got it, still hate me.” He actually smiles, and he’s so handsome then it hurts you. How is this deviant so precious. “Do you still hate me?”
“Do you think I ever did?” He asks, countering your question.
“I mean, you said it alot. A lot.”
“Because I hate how much you make me feel, just existing.” He brushes your hair back now, studying you.
“It’s the same for me, Satoru.” You whisper, clinging to his hand. “You’re so fucking toxic.”
“So the fuck are you.” You’re both kissing again, brutal now, so brutal you re bust open his lip, and the blood is pouring, but he doesn’t care, he’s got your wrists in his hands, pressing you against the wooden wall of your living room. You’re panting, desire in your core again, though your pussy was hurting so fucking bad. “Toxic little brat.”
“Toxic fucking man.”
“Such a stupid little girl.”
“Such an idiot man.”
You don’t care there is blood on your lips, you lick it right off, and he moans at the sight, snatching you up against him, wincing as you know he’s still sore in places. “You’re too goddamn beautiful. How can we go on a date if I can’t leave your perfect little cunt?”
“We’ll go on a date tomorrow. And… we’ll put that shit into action. That means, mmm, Satoru…” He’s sucking down your neck, down your breasts. “No killing or assaulting tonight, got it?”
“Fine, but tomorrow?”
“No, you sadistic stalker. No killing.”
“We’ll try it your fucking way, but I know it’ll end bad, I know in my heart he won’t just stop.” He pulls away, serious now. “He said to me he’s hurting you because I don’t care for myself. He’s not done, do you see!?”
“You’ll keep me safe then.” You whisper, and he sighs, shoving his entire weight against the wall.
“How can I do it all the time!?”
“Choso will help me at work. I know it’s weird, but…”
“You all didn’t fuck.”
“No, we didn’t. How’d you know?”
“He wouldn’t let you go once he did. Perfect pussy. Evil.” You giggle, you fucking giggle, as this murderous stalker is hovering over you, as he’s caressing your face. “Mine, you’re fucking mine. Remember it.”
“You’re scary… scary hot. You know that?” He just stares, he’s just bending down and looking into your fucking soul.
“I’ll do anything to keep you now. Do you know that?” He asks right back, and his words hold an insane intent. You nod, shyly almost, as he exhales, eyes dropping to your lips, reddened with his own blood.
“Date tomorrow. Take me somewhere fancy, rich jerk.” You shove at him, but he’s pulling you against him so tight it sucks away the breath from your lungs.
“You better be right then, because if not, your date night is gonna be digging his fucking grave.”
Shit.
Disclaimer I don't condone stalking but it's Yandere Gojo so he gets a pass.🤭🙃
Ao3 chap:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/150076474
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