𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫
Obsessive and Clingy Satoru Gojo x reader gets worse
previous part, but can be read as a standalone. This version isn't as lighthearted as the previous; I dive a bit more into what it actually looks like to be in a relationship like this.
𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 had a way of remembering everything you do. He picked up on all your little habits and memorized your preferences and schedule. You'll catch every night at a certain time, getting the bed ready for the night and arranging your sleeping clothes. You never put too much thought into considering, while watching him set up for you, you began to yawn every time.
In the mornings you'll wake up to your regular tea or coffee, made exactly how you want it. You've only asked him to make you the drink once, but now it has become a part of your routine, and he doesn't even have to clarify how to make it.
During the week, you like to switch up where you like to eat for a while on your lunch break. You like to go to that Italian spot down the street, the cutesy cafe you passed by on the way to work, and this fancy restaurant Satoru took you to for your first day. Though it's only three places, you aren't quite sure how Satoru guesses every time where you'll be at.
Satoru waited in front, leaning against the window, waiting for you. A smug look on his face as always, awaiting your arrival. When you see your boyfriend, the wave of surprise doesn't overcome you anymore.
You simply just open your arms and embrace him. "Hey, baby! I thought your break wasn't until about an hour?" You questioned him, leaning in to softly peck his lip.
"Doll, it doesn't matter when I take my lunch, I'm the one running the business." He smirked down at you.
To this day you aren't sure if he just predicts where you'll be at or if he follows you.
𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 and you are emotionally intimate in a way that sometimes freaks out people. It's like this sense of responsibility for you to aid him whenever he's stressed or upset. Meetings with the higher ups are always stressful for Satoru and cause him to be more needy than usual. They make it clear that they don't approve of your relationship at all, and the proposition of the two of you getting married gets shut down immediately.
So, when he comes home quiet and different, you know you're in for a night of comforting him. You try not to pry as much, not wanting to overwhelm him anymore, but you do catch on to how he physically gravitates towards you. You picked up on whenever something was upsetting you, he always found a way to touch you simply by leaning his head on your shoulder or gripping your hand tightly.
Yet, you notice how as of late he's starting to need you more frequently. Now small things that he used to be able to easily solve by himself cause more stress than usual. It's almost like he became dependent on your constant need to baby and take care of him. And now handling both your stress and his is beginning to cause you to unintentionally pull away from him.
And the emotional distance isn't barely noticeable to you, at least, but to Satoru, it causes him to spiral internally. His mood drops, and he starts to be more angry. The atmosphere changes whenever he enters a room, causing his friends and students to shiver when they see his grim expression. When Suguru, out of nowhere, texted you if you and Satoru were arguing, you began to evaluate what may be wrong with your lovely boyfriend.
And you end up feeling like shit when you realize you haven't been as attentive as usual. Satoru has made it clear about his trust issues, and you are one of the few people he can let his guard down and be himself with. You can't mess this up, you have to fix this immediately.
𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who felt the urgent need to always keep you safe. Which is common in most relationships, but Satoru took it too far at times. In the beginning of the relationship, it was gentle and subtle to the point you didn't even notice. He would insist on walking you to your apartment before the two of you lived together.
Satoru would wait hours for you until you got off work to drive you home. And if he isn't there to drive you home from wherever you are at, he'll FaceTime you in the middle of a meeting to make sure you get home alright.
And you never complained about it, I mean, it's sweet how caring he is towards you. But the lack of boundaries led you to where you are now. It has been like what felt like forever since you went out with your friends. Satoru always found a way to coerce you to stay home and ditch your friends. You knew he wasn't exactly fond of your friends since they're single and always want to take your time away from him.
Satoru came home late, work piled up more quickly than he was able to handle. He was exhausted, and all he wanted was to lie in bed in your embrace. So imagine his distaste when he saw you dolled up admiring yourself in the mirror. He wasn't upset with how good you look, hell he felt the sudden throbbing in his pants when he caught sight of your curves. Satoru was more upset at the fact you were going out and didn't even tell him about it.
Gasping when you felt strong arms wrapped around you, "Mmmm, you smell good, baby. You have a hot date tonight?" He teased you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
You giggled at his nose tickling you. "No, silly, the girls invited me out tonight."
"Aw, come on, baby, you know those friends aren't good for you."
"Satoru, I haven't seen them in forever, I can't just spend all my time with you."
His beautiful face turned into a snarl. "Is that what they've been telling you? Fine, go, but just know I don't think it's a good idea."
And that same line continues to get reiterated every time you want to do something without Satoru. His disapproval always lingers in the back of your mind when your plans fall apart all too conveniently. Your need to please your boyfriend, who drops everything for you, only becomes worse. Soon the invitations from friends stop coming, which only further seems to prove Satoru's point.
𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who can't help but feel a pang of jealousy when someone takes away your attention. It doesn't matter if it's your friend, pet, family, or coworker, he still catches himself becoming upset.
Sometimes he'll pester you in ways that seem as if he's teasing you, but there's an edge that causes you to think he's a bit more serious.
"Wow, babe, you were smiling a lot at them."
"Hm, I don't get how you found his shit jokes so funny."
"Am I boring you now, huh?"
Then it gets even weirder when whoever was taking your attention away suddenly avoids you like the plague.
Satoru depends on you emotionally as much as you depend on him functionally. He studies your behavior so much, you'll think he is a psychology major. He listens intently to your tone, notices when your expressions are off in the slightest, and catches on to how you hesitate to say no or yes and such. And he gets quiet when something feels off about you, not wanting to set you off.
This silence only lasts for so long before he breaks and the constant questions invade your mind. Gosh, even when something isn't off about you, he still finds a way to get your reassurance even when it isn't warranted.
"You aren't mad at me, right?"
"You like me more than them."
"Do you still love me, baby?"
𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 quietly destroys your independence. When you first started dating, he would at random send you money for food, clothes, and whatever you needed. Which sane person would decline free money from their disgustingly rich boyfriend? You would go to Satoru for advice for something small, and he handles it perfectly. He explains things in a way that makes everything sound simpler than you thought. Easing the stress of your shoulders when his advice always works out.
He is so dependable, why wouldn't you go to him with your problems? If you offhandly mention how something at work is stressing you out, the problem is magically solved when you clock in the next day. Your boss is repeatedly apologizing for hounding you with work and even offering to give you a promotion.
And it's weird because somehow you know this was Satoru's doing, but you can't explain how he did it.
"Baby, did you do something?"
"I couldn't help but step in, I hate seeing you stressed."
"Satoru, I could've handled it myself."
His warm hand cups your jaw, pulling you towards him. "You never have to struggle when I'm around, baby." His soft lips kissed your forehead.
Life is just easier with Satoru around. You try to be independent and handle something alone, but you only cause the problem to get worse. Yet, with him, everything is effortless, causing you to think, "I can do this myself, but why should I struggle when he'll just fix it?"
Your world is slowly shaped, to the point you almost have no problems. Plans fall through with no stress, people you used to consider a bother are erased from your life, and opportunities to level up in life fall at your feet.
Now your mind jumps to, "How would Satoru go about this?" It's just all so surreal for you, you rely on him for everything practical. While Satoru depends on you for everything emotional.
𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 would drop plans without a second thought to be with you. On your off days, he'll cling to you in bed, not even bothering to call into work when he decides not to go. If he's on a business trip and you simply text him about needing something. Satoru would catch the next flight over to ease your problems because your pretty little head doesn't need to worry.
You are a priority to him, his only priority really. The feeling of guilt slowly crept in when you heard his friends comment about him never being around anymore, and you couldn’t help but bring it up.
“Satoru, you know I wouldn't be upset if you chose to be with your friends, right?”
“Why would I choose to hang out with them over my favorite person?”
𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who you rarely argue with. I mean, there is never any conflict between you that can’t be solved with minutes. Though, when you two do argue, it’s almost catastrophic. Satoru never raises his voice at you, he just always has the condescending tone that feels like he is intentionally belittling you. And you are the one who is yelling, crying, and trying to escape the situation. The contrast makes you feel crazy, as if you’re the problem when he just simply wants to have an adult conversation.
You pushed past him, rushing towards the shared room. Ripping the closet door open, you quickly pick up an overnight bag, needing to get space from your overbearing boyfriend. You didn’t exactly know where you’d go; your friends and you don’t really talk as much, you moved miles away from your family, and the only people you see constantly are Satoru’s friends. Though the adrenaline didn’t allow you to properly think the whole situation out.
You aggressively toss clothes into the duffel bag, not really knowing what you are putting in there. All you know is that your vision is blurry from the streaming tears and Satoru’s words lingering. Satoru watches your frantic movements, not saying anything, just thinking. Soon he decided he had enough and started yanking the clothes out of the bag onto the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?” You shouted when you finally noticed what he was doing.
He stood in front of the door, arms crossed, body acting as a boulder. “You aren’t going nowhere.” His tone was dark, sending shivers throughout your body.
“Fine! I don’t need this shit." You pointed to the scattered clothes. “I’ll just figure it out later,” trying to push past him, using all your body strength.
He grips your wrist, gently throwing you onto the bed. Satoru climbs on top of you, pinning you down with his weight, he catches your hands as you hit against his chest, forcing you to the bed. “I said you aren’t leaving. I don’t care if we have to stay up all night talking or if I have to sleep on the couch, but you aren’t fucking leaving.”
𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 notices whenever your eyes linger too long on an item, and that same necklace that you couldn’t take your eyes off would be on your nightstand whenever you wake up in the morning. The gifts started off small but are constant. At first you did feel guilty for even thinking of denying his gifts, but eventually it became easier to accept them.
You’ll walk into your home, finding flowers overwhelming and crowding the apartment. Flowers with a box of sweet treats are continuously sent to your work, a day never missed. If you even mention something offhandly, he picks you up to rush to the stores to buy whatever you want. Hell, sometimes you even forget you brought something up until the hyper-specific gift pops out of nowhere. And he thrives off your reaction; seeing your happiness fuels him and gives him a reason to live.
This even becomes a cycle where whenever the two of you have a conflict, he’ll soften the blow by buying you towers of gifts. It feels almost suffocating at times rather than sweet.
𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 likes to collect pieces that remind him of you. When you moved into Satoru’s unnecessarily huge penthouse, you couldn’t help but take the chance to explore it without his supervision. Imagine your surprise when you stumbled across a darkly lit room that had what seemed like an altar catered to you.
The room was littered with notes you wrote to him when you were trying to be romantic. Lost lipstick, hair ties, and random items you forgot. Used panties that you had been looking for everywhere, shirts, and hoodies. There were pictures the two of you took together or that he took of you, with detailed stories on that back in neat handwriting. Receipts from dates the two of you went on, the shampoo you used that was full, and your signature perfume.
The walls had sticky notes of things you said you liked and didn't like. Also, remainders of things you’ve said before. Everything was organized neatly, preserved in a way that made you think you kept maintenance every day. Any normal person would’ve found this alarming and run for the hills, but you weren’t normal, nor was Satoru. You were uncannily flattered with his unsettling devotion to you. Maybe that’s why you put up with all his crazy antics. Perhaps you were just as crazy as he is.
Here's part two cuties! How you enjoyed :)))) IIf you likey feel free to request * wink wink*
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