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Soft Rain: Gojo Satoru x Reader (SMUT! Mature/Explicit) Part 2
I want to first say I usually try to find a photo that fits the aesthetic of the story but this one was way too good to walk away from. Everyone enjoys this gem <3. Also, this fic because it's too damn long is split up into two parts. Part 1 is already up and is linked here. Highly recommend reading it first before this one so you don't get confused.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*Summary: You are in a coffee shop one rainy day when a sad beautiful stranger enters. Slowly, you open up to each other in the warm confinement of the cafe. Little did you know that you would fall in love with this man, and he with you.
I wrote this from the perspective of seeing Satoru with his barriers down. No masks, no facades, just him when he's alone with his haunting thoughts. I wanted to give him a more human perspective and touch on some of the things that plague his mind. I know I have been MIA for quite some time, if you were someone who was waiting for this I am sorry! Life has been a rollercoaster recently but I am finally back to being in a place of stability. This is certainly a longer fic, so I hope you all enjoy it. As always feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments below!
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*Word Count: 25k+
October: Halloween, ShibuyaÂ
I know itâs Halloween, but does there have to be so many people outside?!
You began pushing your way through the crowds of people, ignoring the press of anxiety in your chest. All you needed to do was make it to the train station so you could go home, but it seemed as you got closer to the Shibuya Hikarie Building the throng of bodies got tighter.Â
Ugh, maybe I should just find a hotel for the night.Â
With a huff of air passing your lips, you make to turn around, but you hear something strange through your headphones.
Doubting yourself, you pull out one bud.Â
â Bring Satoru Gojo. âÂ
Satoru⊠Gojo? Â
People chanted these words over and over again, stretching down to the train tracks.
What the fuck is going on?Â
Swallowing your anxiety, you begin pushing your way inside the building. The clusters of bodies became thicker. Their skin brushed yours as you continued to the center. You ignored the foreign touch, pushing your intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind.
Is it who I think it is? Or am I just being delusional?
Once inside, you couldnât believe your eyes.Â
There he was, hands in his pockets, hovering right in the middle of the building, staring straight down to the train tracks.Â
âI can fly!â
Your eyes widened. Running to the edge while elbowing through sweaty bodies. You needed to be closer; to confirm what you are seeing.Â
Is it him? Am I hallucinating right now?Â
As soon as youâre at the edge, you call out his name, but the crowd drowns out your voice. You shout as loud as you can, but you might as well be whispering. The crowd's anxious chatter washes out your voice, rendering your desperate shouts useless.
Then he descends to the basement, a murderous aura following in his wake.Â
An article from 2006 pops into your head.
Satoru Gojo, head of the Gojo Clan, pinnacle of the Jujutsu world.
Without a second thought, you break out in a sprint to the stairs. People stare at you in confusion, but you ignore them, shoving your way through their bodies. His words play in your mind, puzzle pieces falling into place.
âI am the strongest sorcerer of this generation.â ââŠmy role is incredibly isolating.âÂ
Something is wrong.Â
You run, taking two steps at a time, hand ghosting over the railing for support. You knew you were useless, and if he was in any trouble you wouldnât be able to do anything. But you also couldnât do nothing . Not when he was right in front of you, not when you spent weeks thinking about him.Â
He lingered on your heart like a tattoo â permanent and painfully hard to get rid of. If you loved him, you didnât know. But you do know your soul yearns to be with him.
Please be safe. I donât give a shit how strong you are, donât be stupid.Â
Bursting through the doors of the basement floor, youâre met with a sea of bodies. You couldnât see anything other than people dressed in Halloween costumes for miles.Â
Cursing inwardly, you push past them, elbows out to your sides. Their bodies brush your skin, and you ignore your itching flesh. The only thing on your mind was getting to him, was seeing him.Â
Sweat coated you from head to toe, you could hear a commotion up ahead, but you were still too far away.Â
Your heart raced against your chest so hard, you were afraid it was going to burst. Faint screams filled your ears, but you ignored them. It was like you were possessed, the burn in your legs didnât matter, the thin air in your lungs didnât bother you, you just wanted him.Â
People started pushing their way into the tracks as the screams became clearer and clearer. Then suddenly, they stopped.
Dead silence rang out.Â
Huh?Â
Bodies stop moving in an instant, but you donât. You see Satoru move at a blinding speed. Blood splatters all around you, coating your skin in its warm, sticky substance. You donât even have time to process anything. The world seems to be fast-forwarded, and you canât comprehend the sight before you.
Then the area clears.Â
He stops, breath heavy with blood on his cheek as he takes in the carnage along with a small box in front of him.
âSatoruââÂ
âGate open,â
The cube box opens, revealing its fleshy body with an eye that stares right at Satoru. He makes to move away but a man with long black hair and a stitched scar across his head steps into view, calling out warmly to him.Â
You watch as Satoru freezes, disbelief in his wide blue eyes.Â
He asks the theatrically dressed man who he is, anger and confusion dancing in his tone.
The moment the answer leaves the black-haired male's mouth, all air evaporates. The eye sticks to Satoruâs body, rendering him helpless.
Suguru Geto? Â
Satoruâs words flash in your mind.Â
âI havenât talked to anyone about Suguru since it happenedâŠâ âNo, but you could see it that way. He⊠Was like the other half of me. Someone I could trust. I knew with him, I could let go and be myself. I could breatheâŠâ âHeâs dead. Itâs been a year,â
Thereâs no way. This is fucked. I need to do something, maybe a distractionâ
Satoruâs eyes flash to you, only meeting yours for a second, but he makes it count by mouthing:
RUN.
You stagger back a step, foot catching on the rail as Satoru starts shouting at the other male â his dead best friend, asking who he is.Â
Turning around, you move your leadened legs, each step feeling as if you were pulling a freight train.Â
âMy six eyes tell me⊠That youâre Suguru Geto. But my soul knows otherwise! Hurry up and answer!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!â
The anger and pain in his voice was so guttural, that it rattled your soul.
What the fuck is going on?!Â
You cry silently, forcing your body to run away, even though everything in you told you to turn around. You knew youâd die if you did, so you kept moving through the tears.Â
Dead deformed bodies were littered all around you with blood staining the tracks red. You had to force your eyes to the sky, afraid youâd vomit.Â
Heâs only subdued, sealed. Not dead. Not dead.Â
Despite yourself, you return your eyes to the floor to search the dead bodies' faces, fearful that one of them will be his.Â
You were panting when you reached the stairs, but you continued pressing on, only repeating one thing to yourself;Â
Not dead.Â
â
Shibuya was pandemonium.Â
People, who you assumed were curse users, are fighting everywhere. You couldnât see what exactly they were fighting, but you could feel it. The wrongness.Â
Your mind was racing, you didnât know what to do. Anxiety and bile crawled up your throat, as your body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Your legs were numb and your heart was beating erratically.Â
I need to get out of here.
Eyes scanning your surroundings, you move, aiming for downtown, away from the central fighting point. But when the edge becomes clearer, you see that people are frantically pressing against an invisible wall.Â
A barrier of some sortâ
âNANAMIIIII!â
This name is being shouted from the top of a tall building seemingly in the middle of the sector.Â
Whoever is yelling has some lungs on them⊠I canât get distracted, I have to move.Â
Panic began bubbling up in your chest you ran as fast as you could, ducking into a small department store, immediately pulling down the metal guard gate and locking it.Â
You pressed your back to the glass doors, head tilted to the ceiling, breaths heavy and uneven.Â
Am I going to die here?Â
You look down at your body.Â
Blood covered you, staining your khakis and shirt. It clung to your skin and matted your hair. The feeling is disgustingly sticky and the smell of iron assaults your senses, nearly making you gag.Â
Moving away from the doors, you explore the department store while your body shakes. You needed to move, otherwise countless strangers' dead faces would flash in your mind, making your only thought about their mixed blood covering you.Â
It seemed as if you were the only person in the building, so you located the seat behind the front desk and sat down.
So many people died, and Satoru⊠Heâs in a box.Â
You felt so incredibly numb.Â
You came to Shibuya to buy a few things from your favorite thrift store, but then this happened. Nothing made sense and you couldnât wrap your head around why so many people passed out and you didnât.Â
Leaning back in your chair, you loosed a shuddering breath.Â
âWhat the fuck.â
Then the world shook.
â
Megumi was on duty for the evacuation team after the Shibuya Incident. Gojo was sentenced to death and so was Principal Yaga, along with the reinstatement of Yujiâs execution.Â
This is troublesome.Â
He entered a department store on the edge of town, fully expecting no one to be present due to having to break the locked gate.Â
âHello, is anyone here?â He calls out, voice tired and raw from the night prior. His eyes disinterestedly scan the aisles, until something moves.
A woman, covered in dried blood from head to toe, steps out behind an aisle, hammer poised to attack him. Immediately he puts up his hands, summoning his cursed technique for protection.Â
âI am not here to hurt you, just here to help you out of the disaster area,â Megumi spoke slowly, but the woman only tightened her hands around the handle of the weapon.Â
âThe name Satoru Gojo, what does it mean to you?â Her voice, soft and calm, asks him. There was no edge to it, despite the murderous intent of her body language.
âHeâs my teacher.âÂ
What is wrong with this lady? Is she asking because she was forced to ask for him last night? But all that blood⊠Thereâs no way she was at the tracks, she wouldnât be here if she were.Â
The woman nodded once, then set down the hammer, approaching him with caution.Â
âI am⊠I know him, in a way.âÂ
Oh no, not another one.Â
âLast night, I followed him down to the basement. I am a normal person, so if he was fighting curses, I donât know. But I saw him get put in this ancient box covered with eyes. The person who did it is Suguru Geto, but⊠I think someone is inhabiting his body. Thatâs all I know, I hope it helps.âÂ
The woman spoke clearly without any fear, but Megumi only became more confused.Â
âThereâs no way you would be here though. Weâre still removing the unconscious bodies of civilians from the station. Why were you not affected?â
She simply shrugged her shoulders.Â
âI donât know, donât ask me. The rest of Japan, is it safe?âÂ
The way she spoke caught him off guard. So matter-of-fact and clear, but her body shook. Clearly, she was disturbed but trying not to show it.Â
Sheâs not a sorcerer, but she knows about Gojoâs significance. Were they close? Did he tell her everything?Â
Megumi tried to remember if his teacher mentioned any non-sorcerer woman he was interested in, but nothing came to mind.
âFor now, but the situation is unstable. Thereâs no telling whatâs going to happen with that guy gone. Weâre going to do everything we can to save him, but I am not sure if itâs possible.â He spoke honestly and the woman nodded, grabbing a piece of paper and writing something down on it.Â
âThis is my number. Iâll do my independent research. In a week, call me and weâll check bases.â
With that, she gave him a warm smile and left.Â
Who is she?Â
November:19 Days After the Incident Â
You were sitting on your couch, petting Noir anxiously when you got the call.Â
Did it work?
Sliding the green answer button, you shakily pressed the device to your ear.Â
âMiss L/N? This is Yuji Itadori. Heâs free.âÂ
Thank god. Â
âThank you.â
The weight on your shoulders lifted and the anxiousness died.Â
Not dead.
âIâll let him know you helped us.âÂ
âDonât worry about it, heâs out. Thatâs all that matters. Be safe.â
Hanging up the phone, you press your nose into Noirâs fur. Her soft warmth seeped into your chest as her purs tickled your skin, relaxing you.Â
You cry softly, hugging her body close to yours. Knowing that this changed nothing, he still had so many painful troubles. But he is free, he is alive , and thatâs all that matters to you.Â
Regardless of what your place in his world is.Â
â
âYou said a civilian helped you guys expedite my release?â Â
Is she safe? Was I distracting enough for them not to notice her presence?Â
âYes. Fushiguro found her and she relayed what she saw on the tracks during your fight.â Yuji explained brightly, even though his friend was now Sukunaâs vessel.Â
Thereâs no way anyone saw what happened. No one exceptâŠ
He shot out of his seat, surprising Yuji.
âWhatâs her name?â
âHuh? Oh, itâs Miss L/N? She said she knows you.âÂ
Satoru scrunched his brows.Â
She never told me her last name.Â
âHer first name, what is it?âÂ
Yuji looked at him as if he lost it but he didnât care.Â
âY/n, I think?âÂ
He was already moving.Â
âEh? Where are you going?!âÂ
âIâll be back!â
â
Rain fell heavily from the gray sky, but not a drop touched him.
Sheâs dead. You killed her, just like you did to Suguru. Your strength is a curse â not a gift. Youâre cursed to be alone.
I am not my past. It does not define me.Â
Running as fast as he could, he ignored the thoughts invading his mind, pushing them away with her shared mantra. Images of her body, bloodied and disfigured threatened his vision, but he blinked it away; refusing to let his fear control him.Â
Soon he reached the familiar home that is tucked away from the noise of the city â a sanctuary. He hesitated, the familiar feeling of dread washing over him, making his legs leadened.Â
Confirm her safety then leave.Â
Taking a deep breath in, he forced himself to move, mentally putting in the effort to place one foot in front of the other, until he reached the door.
Satoru raised a shaky hand and knocked, but there was no answer.Â
Fear crawled up his throat, making it hard to breathe.Â
Please.
Swallowing his dry saliva, he twisted the door handle, surprised to find it unlocked.Â
He closed his eyes and held his breath. If she wasnât here, he would search all of Japan until he found her.Â
He had until DecemberâŠÂ
Stepping inside the house, the familiar scent of her flooded his senses, making his legs feel hollow.Â
Be here, be safe .Â
Slowly, he opened his eyes.Â
There she was as if nothing happened.Â
She had fallen asleep on the couch, the soft glow of golden lights kissing her skin as Noir curled against her body. They looked peaceful enough to make him sigh in relief.Â
However, when he stepped closer, he saw the tear streaks on her cheeks.
That peaceful image shattered.Â
Satoru moved closer, not trusting his eyes to tell him the truth.Â
Noir woke first, big blue eyes recognizing him as she moved out of her owner's arms, careful to not wake her. The feline came up to him, nudging his shaking legs as if telling him to go to her.Â
Why are you crying?
Holding his breath, he approached her sleeping figure. Anxiety swirled in his chest as he tried to make sense of his feelings.Â
Should I turn around now? Youâd be happier without me, right?Â
Noir nudged him again, pulling him from his thoughts.
Biting his inner cheek, he crouched down so he was now eye level with her body. For a moment, he allowed himself to take in the sight in front of him.Â
Soft even breaths kissed his cheeks and he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest. It deafened his thoughts, replacing them with overwhelming relief.Â
Sheâs alive. This isnât a dream.
âY/n,â he called and she stirred.Â
Satoru watched as she blinked away her sleep, eyes adjusting to her surroundings, confusion on her face until finally she looked his way.
Her lovely eyes met his, soft and kind â the eyes that made him feel seen .Â
âSatoru?â she breathed, taking his face in her hands, eyes searching his as if confirming he was real.Â
Youâre alive. They seemed to whisper, relief swimming in her irises.Â
He nodded, wrapping his hands around her wrists, and leaning into her warmth. His blood sang from the contact, tension ebbing out of his body.Â
Her presence alone was enough to calm his soul.Â
âYou followed me, even though you knew it was dangerous.âÂ
He wasnât sure if was breathing. His eyes scanned every inch of her body, checking for injury, any sign of pain, thankfully finding nothing. But it didnât quell the anxiety in his chest. The uneasiness still pressed at his throat, stealing his breath, making it hard for him to think let alone speak.
His only worry when he was in the damned box was that she was alive. That she wasnât split apart into a thousand unrecognizable pieces. Ash consumed by Sukuna's fire, or buried under the rubble, or worseâŠÂ Â
The woman smiled sadly as if she could read his every thought. Sitting up so she could fully face him, she gently rubbed the pads of her thumbs along his cheeks â an attempt to soothe him. He let himself fall to his knees, strength leaving his body. Her hair softly fell in a curtain around them as lightly calloused fingers played with the tips of his ears anxiously.Â
Running his thumbs along the soft skin of her wrists, he took in her features. The serene allure was still there, but it was now mixed with something else â and it was far more beautiful. Itâs something that existed only when she looked at him.Â
âHow could I not when you were all I could think about?â her answer finally came, cutting through the silence.
She traced his face in wonder and he shuddered under her touch.
âYou couldâve died,â he whispered, fingers digging into the flesh of her wrists.
Heâs seen people heâs cared about die. He killed his only best friend with his bare hands. However, it was different with her. All those people knew that they could die with every mission. But this woman, who had eyes that whispered soft serenity, and a smile that made his heart melt, if she died â he didnât know if he could come back from it.Â
âI know.â her words, a broken croak, pulled at his deep-rooted fear.Â
He saw his reflection in her eyes. He looked like a desperate man praying to his God; wonder, awe, and disbelief tracing his features.Â
âI wouldnât have been able to protect you.âÂ
Satoru hated those words. Admitting that he was helpless, noticing her presence too late to save her from the sight of countless dead bodies. He let himself get consumed by his emotions, by the thrill of a good fight, to the point it rendered him useless.Â
Iâm useless. She couldâve died, and it wouldâve been all my fault. It would have happened all over agaâ
With fingers sinking into his skin, she forced him to meet her glass eyes.
âBut you did, Satoru. I got away. I am alive because of you.âÂ
What?Â
âWhile you were powerless, you saved me.âÂ
His eyes widened as her tears flowed down her cheeks onto his. Wet rain kissing his flesh, just like when they met.Â
âI⊠Saved you? I donât understand, I only told you to run.âÂ
She shook her head, taking his hand and placing it over her beating heart. Her warmth, raw and real beneath his fingertips, chased away his fear. With each beat of the muscle grounding him to reality, to her.Â
Alive, breathing, real.
âI was frozen. If you hadnât told me to run, I wouldâve rushed to your side out of desperation. You saved me.âÂ
Her fingers tangled into his hair. The pads of her fingertips lovingly pressed into his scalp, easing his anxiety.Â
âYou. Saved. Me.âÂ
âWhen it mattered the most, I was unable to save those who I deeply cared for.â
I saved her?
The truth of her words clanged in his chest, stitching an old wound on his heart, stealing his breath away.Â
Blinking, he met her eyes fully.
Run away. His mind whispered.
Let go of your fear. His heart screamed.
And like a man possessed, he grabbed her face, closing the gap between their bodies.
Desperately, he pressed his lips to hers. Salty tears coated his tongue and her hands fisted into his hair. The soft, warm press of her lips against his drove him mad, making him grab her body, pulling her closer to him. She fell to his lap, legs lightly wrapping around his waist as he deepened the kiss. He allowed his fingers to tangle in the strands of her silken hair, tongue pushing past her lips, drowning in everything that is her .Â
Soft rose and sandalwood flooded his nose, the taste of bitter-sweet coffee caressed his mouth, muffled moans teased his ears, as her warmth, tranquil and serene, eased his body. Her tears continued to coat their flesh, and he was sure he was crying, too.Â
For the first time in years, his heart felt light. At this moment, in her arms, he is just Satoru Gojo, nothing else.
It was then, it hit him.Â
Pulling away from her, he breathed heavily. Saliva coated her swollen lips as she stared into him with eyes hazy and half-lidded. Soft, uneven breaths heated his skin as he ran his thumbs along the flesh of her cheeks.Â
âI love you,â his voice came out as a quivering whisper. Because he knew this changed nothing between them.Â
Foreign tears fell from his eyes, pooling at his chin. Y/n only smiled softly, thumbs lovingly wiping away his tears as he did the same to hers.Â
âHow long do we have?âÂ
Sweet lips kissed away his pain, cracking his heart.
âThe end of December,âÂ
He traced her features, warm rain coating his skin as he began committing every detail of her to memory.Â
A small whimper left her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, still pressing soothing kisses to his heated cheeks.Â
Allowing that last iron barrier around his heart to crumble, he buried his face into her neck, arms enclosing her torso, hugging her like a child. He cried into her, clinging onto her small body desperately as years of bottled-up emotions began washing over him.Â
After Suguru, he never let anyone in, convinced that his strength would always push people away. That he would always be envied, seen as the strongest, never as himself. He drew a line without even knowing it. There was him, and there was everyone else. The touch of others had become so foreign to him, that he forgot what it was like to be embraced â to be loved without expectations.Â
Here he was, in the arms of a woman who saw the ugliness of his world, the truth of his power, and still looked at him with the same amount of kindness that she did the first day they met. She didnât falter or become enamored with him. Instead, she just saw him and accepted it without hesitation.Â
She disregarded her well-being and did everything in her power to help him. The woman, who couldnât stand the touch of others, pushed her way through hundreds of people for a chance to save him. It wasnât to gain anything from him, it was purely to ensure he was alive, so her restless soul could be calmed. She didnât broadcast her efforts, instead, she cried, silently and alone, relieved by the sole fact he was breathing.Â
Thatâs all she wanted from him; she wanted him to live .Â
âThank you,â he croaked, words incoherent and muffled against her soft flesh.Â
One hand rubbed his back, as her other stroked his hair. She pressed light kisses to his temple, whispering comforting safety. He wasnât breathing, his breaths came out in heaves as his chest felt like it was caving in. He became putty in her hands, molding his body to her, needing all barriers between them to cease to exist.Â
Overwhelming complex emotions continued rushing through him; relief, regret, jubilance, despondence, hope, fear, loveâŠ
He allowed these emotions to spill out of him, knowing that he was safe. He knew that with her, it was okay to be human.Â
To be normal .Â
â
Satoruâs body, for all its power, trembles beneath your fingertips. Heâs on his knees, silently crying into your arms as you soothe his mind.Â
âItâs okay.âÂ
Soft whispers against his skin as your lips pepper his temple.Â
Your tears, though feeling like an endless well, slowly stop as his scent comforts you. Fresh summer rain, bright and soothing, coaxes your soul; calming your heart.Â
I love you.Â
His broken confession swirled in your mind, making your heart sing in both joy and despair. You wanted to return his feelings, but they got stuck in your throat, refusing to spill from your lips.Â
Taking his face in your hands, you met his beautiful eyes. Like the clearest sapphires, they peered at you, almost sparkling as his tears coated his long eyelashes.Â
Ever-so-gently, you wipe away his pain. He smiled sadly at you, turning his cheek to kiss your palm.Â
âI need you to listen to me,â you whisper and he nods, hands finding your waist, rubbing soft circles into the fabric of your shirt.Â
Closing your eyes, you let yourself breathe, focusing solely on the rhythmic motion of his fingers and the feeling of his blush-kissed cheeks in your palms.Â
Taking a deep breath in, you open your eyes, finding your resolve.Â
âI am not delusional enough to think that I could ever live comfortably in your world. I am also not clueless. I know whatever is going on, you play an important enough role in it that they tried to take you out of the fight.âÂ
His eyes searched yours as you tried to formulate a sentence under his raw, naked gaze.Â
âBut?â
Itâs really unfair how beautiful you are.Â
Inhaling sharply you continue.
âBut, I would also be stupid to let you go. I donât care if itâs selfish, and whatever time I am granted to be with you, so be itâŠâ Â
Pausing, you place a hand on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat â reminding yourself that he is alive. That this is real.Â
Youâre alive. I wonât let you walk away a second time.Â
âItâs worth it, youâre worth it. And you can try to hide behind the strong nonchalant exterior, but I see right through it. I see you, Satoru. I accept you, invisible scars and all. Letâs heal our hearts together.â
Satoru smiled. A real smile. One that is unpracticed, and it is just for you.Â
âI could get hurt, you know that donât you?â some confidence returned to his wavering voice as his hands slowly traveled up your waist, distracting you from his words.Â
âOf course. But if I can handle watching you get put into a fleshy eyeball box by the source of your trauma, I can handle you getting hurt.âÂ
Scoffing lightly, you run your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands back from his face, fully taking in his lovely features.Â
âWhat if I lose my ability to walk?â he asks sweetly, nuzzling his nose against yours as his hands travel to your bare arms. They ghost over your skin, causing goosebumps to follow in his wake.Â
âApparently, you can fly. I suppose if youâre too lazy I can push you around in a wheelchair.âÂ
You run your hands along the length of his chest to his shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath the fitted black t-shirt.Â
âHmm, and what if my handsome face gets ruined?â the man mused, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.Â
You were wearing a shirt, but the contact made you jump. You felt him chuckle against you as his hands found your back, fingers dancing up your spine.Â
âWell, I recall you telling me that you got stabbed square in that pretty face of yours. As it turns out, youâre still very handsome. So while I think the likelihood of someone harming you to the point you are forever maimed is low, I will still love you regardless.âÂ
Running your hands down the length of his arms, you watched as your words settled over him. Then realization sparkled in his eyes as he searched your face for answers, almost as if he didnât believe the words he just heard.Â
âSorry, could you repeat that last part for me? I was a bit distracted.âÂ
Familiar playfulness kissed his tone as his hands cupped your neck, forcing you to hold his stare.Â
âWhich part? The one where I said I think someone scarring you is not very likely?â batting your eyelashes innocently, you smile.Â
âNo no, the good part. Where you said youâre in love with me.âÂ
One hand came to caress your cheek. Long fingers tangled themselves into the strands of your hair, tickling your scalp as your pores drank in his warmth.Â
âHm, did I say that? I donât think thatâs what I said.â making a show of biting your bottom lip, you looked elsewhere, pretending to think.Â
Satoruâs thumb tugged your bottom lip from your teeth, causing you to quickly snap your eyes to his. His lips are pursed into a soft pout as he looks at you expectantly.Â
âJust once, let me hear you say it.â his words are a soft plea as his fingers dug further into your skin.
Not fair.
Smiling, you bring your knees to the carpet, raising your body so you can take his face in your hands. You feel him shudder under your touch as his eyes never leave yours, desperation consuming his features.Â
âI love you, Satoru Gojo.âÂ
With those words, the last dark wisp of fear that clutched your heart disappeared in his light.
His lips met yours, hard and fast, all desperation pressing into your body. Your surprised gasp gets swallowed by him as his tongue reclaimed your mouth, filling you with the taste of him; sweet with the undertone of green tea.Â
His tongue danced with yours, swirling and teasing, relaxing you further into the intoxicating taunt of his muscle. Warm, calloused hands pressed into your cheeks, angling your head so he could further capture your lips. His kiss is passionate and smooth, making your stomach flutter with butterflies as anticipation travels down your spine.Â
Satoru pulls your tongue deeper into his mouth, sucking on the flesh. You gasp lightly, taking his upper lip between your teeth, slowly running them down the plump skin. He lets out a heavy sigh, and you take the opportunity to return his gift, sucking diligently on his swollen muscle.
Feeling him smile into the kiss, he runs his hands down your arms, to your waist, making you shiver. Fire slowly starts to coat your veins, turning the kiss hungrier â there was a need that wasnât there previously.Â
The tips of his fingers dipped under the hem of your shirt, brushing against the bare skin of your back. The light touch made you whimper, body tingling where he made contact with your flesh.
Losing yourself in him, you take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting playfully as you run your hands over his muscled chest. The feeling of him, perfectly soft and firm, beneath your fingers felt heavenly. Satoru let a satisfied groan escape his lips, which you hungrily swallowed, kissing him harder.Â
Desire replaced innocence as you sank your hips, pleased to find his hardened length brushing your growing need. Satoru sharply bit your lower lip, a shaky breath escaping him as you let your full weight settle on him, enjoying the slightest bit of release it gave you.Â
Pulling away from the lull of his lips, you meet his heated stare. You both were breathing heavily and Satoru looked too good.Â
His eyes, though normally bright and alive with brilliant blue, were nearly black due to his dilated pupils. They gazed at you, hazy and half-lidded as his eyelashes fluttered softly against his deeply flushed cheeks. His lips are red and swollen, glistening with your mixed saliva.Â
The sight alone made your core throb, sending a delicious chill throughout your body.Â
Satoru removed his hand from your waist to grip your face, squeezing lightly as his thumb traced your lower lip. The way he was looking at you made your knees weak. No man had ever looked at you this way. Not only was it blatant desire, but there was a predatory feel to it, with the undertone of unwavering need .Â
âIf you keep kissing me like that, I wonât be able to stop,â he warned, voice low and gravelly. The words traveled straight to the apex of your thighs as he pressed his thumb harder against your swollen lip.Â
âWho said I want you to stop?âÂ
Holding his stare, you take that thumb between your lips, pressing your teeth down on the pad, swirling your tongue on the bit of flesh. Satoru inhales sharply as the hand holding your waist tightens â a clear attempt to control himself.
You see your reflection in his eyes, the same primal desire looks back at you.Â
âAre you sure?â though he asks, his hand is already moving to the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to confirm what he already knows.Â
âYou getting cold feet?â you tease, dipping your hand between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his abdomen.Â
You were itching to touch him, to taste him, but you were also going to have fun.Â
He smirks, slipping his fingers under your shirt, and swirling a gentle finger around your navel. The feeling makes your muscles jerk as fire trails where he touches you. You refuse to let any of that show, only returning his smirk, dragging a nail over his muscled stomach, and taking his tiny little black shirt with you.Â
âWith you,â he pauses, voice a hushed whisper while he splays his palm flat on your stomach, fingertips just barely pressing under the lining of your bra.Â
âI would never. Besides ,â dragging out the last word dangerously slow, he pushes his length up into you, placing the hand that held your face on the back of your thigh, making you moan. The quick relief jolts through you, but disappears quickly, leaving you wanting more.
Bringing his lips so close to your ear that his hot breath tickles your skin, he whispers,
â Youâre the one whoâs trembling. â
Cocky bastard.Â
Smiling, you slowly run your lips over the expanse of his neck, lightly licking it with the very tip of your tongue. You feel him shudder beneath you as he breathes heavily in your ear. Licking the shell of his ear, you take the lobe between your teeth as you wrap your hand around the hem of his shirt.Â
âHm, I must be cold. Why donât you warm me up ?âÂ
Giving your ear an appreciative nip, Satoru sighs satisfactorily. The deep sound traveled south, making you place your lips to his neck to hide your noise.Â
â Gladly .âÂ
He began pressing slow, hot, wet kisses to the supple flesh of your neck. He trailed his way down to your collarbone as his hands, re-finding the hem of your shirt, tugged at the fabric playfully. The tips of his soft hair tickled your cheek, heightening your sensitivity to his touch.Â
âYou know,â his words are a soft murmur against your skin, but you catch them, humming in response as you run your fingers over the dips of his well-sculpted back. Â
âI read that the fastest way to warm the body up is when two people are naked. Why donât we test it out, hm?âÂ
Pressing a kiss between the juncture of his neck and shoulder, you smile into his skin.
âI could learn a survival tactic,âÂ
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you press another kiss to his neck.Â
âOr two,âÂ
Licking your way to his ear, you whisper.Â
â Or three. âÂ
At your words, Satoru swiftly captures your lips as his hands go to grip the backs of your thighs. Before you knew it he was on his feet, kissing you feverishly while making his way to your room. He shuts the door with one foot, making you laugh against his lips.Â
Your body comes in contact with your mattress, but you hardly register it as Satoru grinds his erection into you, greedily swallowing the moan he stole from your throat. Your hands find the hem of his shirt, and you tug as your signal. Satoru groans into you, but pulls back at your command, removing his hungry lips to allow you to expose him.Â
âThis is too tiny, I think I should remove it, donât you?âÂ
Satoru held your smile, spreading his arms wide as you came up to your knees, pulling the thin fabric off his body, revealing the masterpiece beneath.Â
Sinewy muscle covered the entire length of his torso. His skin, pale and kissed a soft pink, covered various dips and ripples that you wanted to rake your nails down. You drank him in, from the power of his biceps to the dip of his defined adonis belt, mouth growing dry as you thought about what lurks beneath his concealing white pants.Â
Selfishly, you ran your hands along his body. Starting from his chest you worked your way down to his navel, relishing in the warm feeling of his soft, smooth skin. Satoru tilted his head back, sighing as you continued to marvel at his beauty, tracing every outline of his hard work, memorizing each detail of him as he trembled beneath your touch.Â
âYou really are like a painting, you know,â you murmur in awe and wonder.Â
It baffled you that you could even remotely hold this manâs interest, let alone be the one on the receiving end of his love. The thought made your heart squeeze, encouraging you to place a kiss to his bare chest, right above his pounding heart.Â
His hand ran down the length of your hair, as his other came to cup your face. He lovingly stared into your eyes, all the desire of earlier there, but they now gazed at you softly.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, Y/n.âÂ
The sincerity of his words makes you smile like an idiot. You bury your face in his chest, listening to the sound of his low laugh. Lovely butterflies tickle your stomach as you lace your hands around his neck.Â
Slowly, he makes you meet his eyes. Youâre both grinning like children, but he had a devilish hint to his.Â
âWhy hide that smile from me?â pouting, he brings his face close to yours, pressing a kiss to your cheek.Â
Laughing lightly while leaning into his sweet gesture, you nuzzle your nose into his soft hair.Â
âBecause you make me happy.â the answer is honest and you press a kiss on his head.Â
He hums into you as his hands find your shirt, playfully pulling it up to your neck, but not over your head. He blocks the fabric from leaving your skin as he trails feather-light kisses along your jaw.Â
âDo I? Whyâs that?âÂ
His words are soft against your skin, tickling you, making it hard to think.Â
âIââÂ
Pulling back from his lips, you meet his eyes.Â
âI used to think that people who fell in love quickly were idiots blinded by rose-colored glasses.â biting your lip, you consider if you should continue. Satoru catches your hesitation and lightly rubs your lower back, silently encouraging you.Â
Let go of your fear.
âBut now I know, there is never a âright timeâ to fall in love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single moment. You make me happy because you couldâve had anyone else in this world, and you chose me. The average girl who you met in a coffee shop on a rainy day. You make me feel seen Satoru. I donât have to pretend with you.âÂ
Satoru smiles, bright and alive. His hands come up to your cheeks, cupping them gently as he holds your gaze.Â
âBefore you, I was convinced that I would live my life alone. That I would never find someone who would ever make me feel whole again. But⊠You are my sunlight, which I stand in, warmed and seen.âÂ
With your heart feeling like itâs going to burst out of your chest, you press your lips to his.Â
âYou see me so poetically,â those words, which he had once said to you, leave your lips in a soft murmur.Â
His laugh tickles your lips as he lightly shakes his head, thumbs rubbing your heated cheeks. Satoru deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping past your barriers, sweetly dancing with your own. You melt into him, leaving every worry behind you.Â
Slowly, he guides your body to the mattress. You feel his warm stomach press against yours as he settles himself between your clothed hips. He doesnât do anything except kiss you.Â
Itâs a slow, passionate kiss. One full of love and appreciation, conveying emotions that words fail to capture. Your whole body felt alive, attuned with every breath, moving with each rise and fall of his chest, reacting flawlessly to the press of his lips. Your blood sang, electrified by his touch, eager to desperately drink him in.Â
Satoruâs hands move from your face to the crumpled fabric of your shirt, removing his lips from yours momentarily to rid your neck of the cloth. The music of the kiss changes â now singing a more sensuous tune.Â
You feel his thick member throb against your thigh as his hands run down the lengths of your arms, fingers enclosing your wrists. He moves his lips from yours to your cheek, kissing his way to your sensitive ear. Then he licks behind the shell, making you audibly gasp as he brings your hands over your head, holding them down with one hand as his other trails the side of your waist.Â
Shivering beneath his explorative touch, you clench and unclench your hands, trying to ground yourself to reality. With each brush of his fingers, your muscles flinch, pure excitement and anticipation coursing through your touch-starved veins.Â
âYouâre so responsive~â he coos hotly into your ear. You shift under him, hoping to find relief in the friction, but he removes his lower body from yours. The movement makes you pout, but it opens the space for his hand to ghost over your bare stomach.Â
Wet lips kiss their way down your neck down to the length of your collarbone. You bite your lower lip when he runs his teeth lightly against the bone. Your body jumps at the new feeling, earning yourself his chuckle as his hand dips under the band of your bra, brushing your left breast ever-so-lightly.Â
Long fingers slowly make their way behind your back, easily unclasping the concealing material to only partially remove it from your breasts. He pushes the fabric up to your chest as his lips trail your sternum. His hair brushes against your breasts, and you clench your hands, nails biting into the flesh of your palms. The sensation not only tickles you, but it shocks your hyper-sensitive nerves.Â
You meet Satoruâs eyes. Heâs drinking in your every reaction, a smirk on his lips as he watches you squirm beneath him. Readying to say a smart remark, you begin to push back on his hand, but he trails his tongue to your nipple â effectively replacing the words in your throat with a shaky sigh.Â
Satoru swirls his tongue around your rosey bud, slowly and expertly warming your breast with his mouth. He takes more of the plump flesh into his mouth, sucking diligently as he lets his teeth graze the sensitive peak. You gasp at the feeling, and he groans in response. Each of his intoxicating movements goes straight to that firey pit in your stomach, which only grows hungrier at his touch.Â
âMm, Satoru,â you moan breathlessly as he takes your nipple between his teeth, applying the right amount of pressure to the bud as his free hand comes to work your unattended breast.Â
He hums into your skin, sending delicious shivers down your spine as you close your eyes, losing yourself to the lull of his lips. Long nimble fingers work your breast harmonously with his mouth. They roll, pinch, and tease you as his tongue flicks and swirls. You mewl lightly as he switches breasts, giving the same treatment to your other that he gave the first.Â
âSo beautiful,â he murmurs into your skin, biting into the flesh of your breast, causing you to yelp in surprise.
You open your eyes, meeting his intense blue. Heâs smiling against your skin as he ghosts his lips over your ribs, tongue trailing the outline of your tattoo. Your body shivers under him, eager for more as his head dips lower, closer to where you want him the most.Â
âYouâre the beautiful one,â the words come out as a sigh as he presses a kiss to your hip, right above the band of your sweatpants.Â
âHm,â he hums, trailing an elegant finger from your sternum to your navel, dipping the digit under the band.Â
Satoru makes a show of kissing his way across your stomach, from one hip to the other, soft strands of his hair tickling you along the way.Â
You squirm under him, wishing desperately to touch his hair. Longing to run your fingers through it, to ground yourself to this reality. He senses it, too. Because he gives you a knowing smile as he dips his hand under your pants, just barely brushing the top of your pelvis.Â
âGetting impatient, Y/n?â he asks playfully as he takes his finger, lightly tugging a corner of your pants, exposing more of your hip to his tempting mouth.Â
âI want to touch you,â finding some confidence, you push against his restraining hand, silently cursing his immeasurable strength.Â
âLetâs see,â Satoru pauses, places his head on your thigh softly, then looks up at you innocently. The pressure is dizzying. So you count your breaths to stay alert, to not close your eyes and lose yourself in his presence.Â
âIâll release your hands as long as you stay still, can you do that for me, baby?âÂ
There was a mischievous look in his eyes, one that made your throat dry and had you clenching your thigh muscles.Â
âY-Yes?âÂ
You couldnât hide your confusion, but he only smiled at the sight. His hand released your wrists and you immediately moved to shake out the numbness of your arms.Â
âMay I?â
His fingers dance around the edge of your sweats, eyes patiently awaiting your response.Â
Eagerly, you nod your head.Â
Satoru, still with his devilish smile, removed your sweatpants from your body. He then slid off the bed, dropping to his knees as he dragged your body to the edge. You rose yourself up on your elbows, not hiding your want from him. But also, you took in the sight â Satoru Gojo, half naked, and on his knees for you.Â
His hands spread your knees for him, opening your legs wide. You, though still clothed in only your underwear, feel the air hit your heat. It was then you noticed how wet you were, and you know he noticed it too.Â
Gently placing your legs over his shoulders, Satoru places a slow kiss on your calf. You watch as he drags his wet lips up your leg, pressing kisses to your tender skin. The higher he goes, the more sensitive you become, finding it increasingly difficult to not shift as muscle-jerking tingles hit you.Â
Your hands find the soft strands of his hair as he reaches your inner thigh, now dangerously close to your need. You feel his breath kiss your heated skin, forcing you to clench his hair so you donât move. Smiling, he presses his lips to the crease between your thigh and pussy making you sharply inhale. You cross your toes as the shiver runs through you, leaving goosebumps in its wake.Â
âYouâre already so wet for me,â Satoru hums appreciatively, then he places a kiss on your clothed mound.Â
You barely have time to register the feeling, because he licks a zig-zag stripe up your heat, stopping just before meeting your clit. He moans into you as your taste lightly coats his tongue. The vibration makes you squeeze your eyes shut as you moan softly, bringing your hand up to your mouth, and biting down on your pointer finger.Â
âMmph!âÂ
Your yelp gets muffled into your skin as Satoru lays his tongue flat against your entrance, pressing his hot mouth against you, then drags it up .Â
The brief pleasure of him brushing your clit has you trembling. He doesnât stop till he reaches your navel, tongue dipping into the crevice, swirling around the sensitive skin only to retrace its path down, stopping just above your throbbing clit. His tongue moves left and right lazily, and his saliva coats the cloth of your underwear, intensifying the feeling, but itâs incomplete.Â
âAh, Toruâ â please.â your desperate plea fumbles out of your mouth as saliva begins traveling down your chin. You want â no, you need him on you, without any barriers.Â
âUse your words for me pretty girl~â his words are hot and heavy against you, making you moan. And just for emphasis, he gives your needy clit a light flick of his tongue, making you bite your finger harder.Â
He knows what you want, but he wants to hear you beg for it.Â
âPlease,â you breathe, unable to think.Â
His hands join the party now. One goes to remove your finger from your mouth as his other presses his thumb to your entrance, goading you as his tongue continues to just barely flick your bundle of nerves.Â
âPlease what?â he encourages, intertwining his fingers with yours.Â
âI-I want you,âÂ
You werenât sure what you wanted exactly. Part of you wanted him to make you see stars with that dangerous tongue of his, but the other half wanted to know exactly how full youâd feel with him in you.Â
He laughs lightly against you, planting a kiss on your clit as his thumb pushes past your panties, entering your dripping entrance. All air leaves your lungs as he wraps his mouth against your clothed clit, licking while sucking you as his thumb gently pumps your walls.Â
A broken string of curses leaves your lips as pleasurable fire dances down your legs. The sudden relief leaves your thoughts tangled and incomplete. Itâs sweet and taunting, but youâre stuck, muscle taunt, and breath uneven as you try to keep your body still, unable to fully lose yourself to the pleasure.Â
âS-Satoru,â you throatily moan his name. He groans into you, fingers gripping yours harder as he replaces his thumb with two long fingers, curling them up into you.Â
Oh fuck.Â
âAh, shit just like that,âÂ
You tilt your head back, enjoying the way his calloused fingers feel against your velvet walls. Again and again, his digits just barely brush against that spongey spot in you, heightening the feeling of his ministrations against your clit.Â
âDeeper,â you plead, needing him to hit your spot.Â
Slowly, you open your eyes to see him smirk at you. Then, at your request, he pushes his fingers further into you while curling them up. Your eyes roll back as the new feeling courses through you.Â
âLike that baby?â he asks, though he knows the answer.Â
âMm, yes, fuck just like that,â you answer, barely able to think straight. Your feet start to become unbearably hot as your stomach tightens. Your whole body trembles from both pleasure and restraint, and your leash on yourself is slowly slipping. Your back arches as he continues working you, eliciting obscene noises from you.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he praises and you bite your throaty moan back.Â
Pressing your palm flat against his scalp, you push his head further into you. Taking your silent plea, he releases your hand to push your soaked panties to the side, tongue finally coming into contact with your bare skin. The intense feeling crashes upon you and you lose control of your limbs. You lock his head into place as you dig your fingers into his hair, grinding yourself against his tongue. His fingers match your unhinged pace and he moans into you, sending sweet vibrations down your clit to that growing bomb in your stomach.Â
You feel your walls tightening as your high threatens to crash over you. Your moans are now strangled and incoherent as everything now feels so good . Finally, you open your eyes, daring to see the sight in front of you.Â
Satoruâs lovely eyes burn right through you, heated desire evident on his features. The sight of him, on his knees, between your legs, giving you his devout attention, has you shaking uncontrollably.Â
âBe a good girl and come for me, Y/n.âÂ
His words are your undoing.Â
You come violently around his fingers, moaning his name like a prayer, walls clenching and unclenching as your body trembles sweetly. Satoru smiles up at you, removing his fingers from you only to replace them with his tongue.Â
Bringing those two glistening fingers to your mouth he commands:Â
âSuck,â then his tongue is back into your entrance, fucking you with the stiff muscle.
And so you do, wrapping your mouth around his fingers, whimpering as you suck diligently all while your orgasm rips through you.Â
He swipes his nose against your hyper-sensitive bud as he laps you up, tongue swirling and curling inside you. You cry out helplessly, fisting your hands in the sheets as your stomach jerks. The pleasure is numbingly good, but itâs too much.Â
âS-Satoruâ Ah stoâ Jesus fucking Christ,â The last part of your broken sentence comes out in English, which grabs the man's attention. Amused blue eyes peer up at you, taking in the sight of the mess he created. His lips glisten with you and theyâre pulled into that familiar smirk. You couldnât help but think he was beautiful, like that of a fallen angel.
He removes himself from your heat, finally taking your ruined panties off your body as you close your eyes, breathing hard and unevenly. You try to collect yourself, but the after-effects of your orgasm still linger in your veins, stealing your attention.Â
But you are far from satiated, if anything, it left you wanting more .Â
Blindly, you reach out for his body. Your fingers find his biceps and you tentatively run your hands down his smooth skin, despite the tingle in your fingertips. Satoru plants a sweet kiss on your cheek, then your temple, then your forehead, until heâs placed kisses around your entire face, leaving you with light giggles. His weight returns to your body, and youâre happy to feel his bare legs brush against your own.Â
âFeel good, baby?â he mumbles dreamily into your skin, still placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin.Â
Smiling as you trace the outline of his tricep, you open your eyes to find him looking at you sweetly. The sight makes your heart lurch. So you return his kisses, pressing your lips to his heated skin, tasting yourself on his flesh.
âI think,â whispering, you bring a shaky hand to his chin, wiping away some of your desire.Â
âThis speaks for itself. But,âÂ
Kissing the corner of his mouth, you run your other hand down his abdomen, nails lightly digging into every dip and ridge of his defined muscles.Â
âBut?â he hums, and you feel his lips pull into a smile.Â
Your hand travels south till it reaches his length. You take the girthy member in your hand and pump him once, relishing in the way it jumps in your palm as Satoru inhales sharply.Â
âI want to taste you, too.âÂ
With your hand that held his chin, you turn his face to you, capturing his lips. Your desire coats your tongue as his muscle dances with yours. You slowly pump his throbbing member, thumb swiping over the tip, coating his soft skin with a bead of precum. Satoru steals your tongue, sucking on your muscle while groaning.Â
Hooking your legs around his, you flip your bodies so you are now on top of him. You pull back from the kiss to admire the sight. Soft white eyelashes flutter against his red cheeks as you continue pumping his cock.Â
You watch as his throat bobs up and down and he licks his lips. The image added fuel to your growing fire, filling you with determination to not only please the man before you, but to make him as much of a whimpering mess as he made you.Â
A playful smirk tugs at your lips as you place a kiss on his neck. You continue working his shaft, focusing mostly on the head, but with only enough pressure to move his skin, but not to truly stimulate him. Your lips travel south, your tongue joining the mix as you admire his body, ensuring to greedily trace the skin where your mouth doesnât explore. Satoru shifts under you, slowly growing more impatient as lick your way down the line that separates his abs.Â
You hold his stare, watching as his eyebrows knit together the closer you get to his cock.Â
Giving the male a knowing smile, you pull his shaft back, allowing yourself the space to flatten your tongue on his pelvis. You feel the light prickle of his growing pubic hair as you drag your muscle to his hip bone, tracing the outline of it with the tip, enjoying the way his body shivers under you.Â
Goosebumps pepper Satoruâs skin as his hands find your arms, rubbing them lightly. Smiling, you press your lips to the crease of his thigh, then lick the skin beneath. You feel Satoruâs thigh muscle tense and you chuckle, applying more pressure to the tip, earning yourself a low groan.
âSo responsive~â you tease him with his own words, pressing your thumb to his tip, admiring the way his desire coats your skin.Â
Bringing your face close to his need, you breathe lightly onto his heated skin, knowing full well what the light sensation did to him. You watch as his eyes roll back slightly, his large hands now wrapping around your biceps as he shudders.Â
âSay,âÂ
Pausing, you swirl your tongue around him once, then flick the head lightly. Satoru half moans, half chokes from the sudden sensation. But you pull back completely, returning to your taunting hand movement.Â
âTell me what you want,â you whisper seductively, licking your way up from his base to the tip, this time allowing yourself to taste him. The salty yet sweet taste coats the very tip of your tongue, and you moan appreciatively.Â
Satoru tilts his head back and bites his lip. You feel his hands tremble, noticing his restraint.Â
âYour mouth. Now .âÂ
You click your tongue.Â
âHere?âÂ
Pressing a kiss to his thigh, you feel his cock jump in your hand. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but you were also drunk off of the sheer power you held over this man. Whoâs body is sculpted like that of a Greek god and holds the title of the strongest, yet yields to you.
âY/n,â he warns, voice low and strained. His hands now move to your hair, tangling themselves in your strands, pulling lightly.Â
I like it when you say my name.Â
âAh, youâre right. Here?âÂ
Pushing his skin up so that his precum leaks out, you press a slow open-mouthed kiss to the tip, licking your way across the bulk of the head. You continue this exact motion, pumping him just as slowly as you were kissing him. Satoru watches you intently, hands shaking in your hair as you hold his gaze.Â
âMore,â he urges desperately, bucking his hips up to go deeper into your mouth. You relent, but only for an inch.Â
Removing your hand entirely, you rub the sides of his thighs as you slowly suck that inch of his cock, swirling your tongue at the tip with every motion. You watch Satoru go mad, both hating and loving your tease. There was desperation in his eyes along with restraint, and you took advantage of that.Â
As soon as he knew exactly how well you could take it, well, the game would be over.Â
âAs much of me as you can Y/n,â Satoru is breathing heavily, hands still in your hair but he doesnât force himself in your mouth. Instead, he holds fast, letting you continue your slow torture.Â
You hum around him, allowing half of his cock into your mouth, the tip now reaching the back of your throat. His eyes roll back as you suck a little harder, but not any faster. You bring one hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you work his shaft. A soft moan leaves Satoruâs lips as it goes to your core, urging you to forget your game and give him your all. But heâs not near the point where you were when he finally gave in, and that alone makes you hold out.Â
Continuing to softly hum into him, you start to add slurping noises to your song. Satoruâs eyes roll shut and a small whimper leaves him.Â
âCan you take more of me, baby?â his fingers massage your scalp, feeling the slow bob of your head.Â
Oh, you think you're too big, do you?Â
With an inward smile, you let your thickened saliva dribble down to his base, then you quickly take all of him in. You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat, letting his impressive length travel down your esophagus till your nose is touching his stomach.Â
âS-Shitââ Satoru curses, strong hands holding your head in place for a moment. Once he releases his grip, you return to your previous position on his shaft, sucking his member slowly.Â
His eyes shoot open, looking at you with both shock and confusion. You flutter your eyelashes sweetly as you continue your torturing pace. Satoru sucks in the air between his teeth, the realization of you not being as innocent as he may have thought settling over him.Â
âPlease,â he breathes heavily, eyes transfixed on the base of his cock where your mouth was just moments before. You could hear the desperation in his voice, and it was delicious .Â
Taking him out of your mouth with a satisfying â pop â , you stick out your tongue, slapping his cock against it. His eyes turn dark at the sight as his mouth falls slightly open, a satisfied smirk pulled on his wet lips.
âPlease what, baby? What do you want? Donât be shy.âÂ
You trace the outline of his red tip with your lips, eyes never leaving his. His throat bobs as he considers his words, clearly, he still views you as fragile, and you have every intention of breaking that image.Â
âPlease let me fuck that dirty little mouth of yours,â
You smirk, planting a kiss on his head, and then you hop off the bed, taking him with you. Satoru silently follows your lead, eyes raking your frame as yours watch the way his member stands proudly against his stomach. Angry red and glistening with your saliva.Â
Sending your confused lover a wink, you get back on the bed, laying on your back, hanging your head over the edge.Â
You now have a full good view of his perfect body. You hungrily look at his length, happy to find that it has a light curve. You clench your legs together at the thought of him in you, and Satoru smiles. He spreads your clenched legs while his other grabs his shaft, giving it a pump before he slaps it against your lips.Â
âOpen up baby,âÂ
At his command, you open your lips, making a show of stretching your neck and sticking out your tongue. Satoru leans forward, bracing himself with one hand as his other guides his cock into your mouth. He slowly pushes himself down your throat, giving you a moment to adjust to his thickness. At this angle, your throat is tighter and it's harder to breathe, but thatâs what you wanted.Â
He begins moving his hips. His start is slow, allowing your saliva to coat him. You take the time to find the right position, hands going to cup his ass for the support you knew you were going to need. Then, just like you thought, Satoru moves. His hips snap forward with just enough force to push himself down your restricted throat, but not enough to crush your nose. You moan into his skin, happily hollowing out your cheeks, slurping and choking on him.Â
âGod youâre so fucking perfect,â he moans while his free hand goes to massage your clit.Â
Rough fingers work your sensitive bundle of nerves, moving the soft skin with each thrust of his skillfully controlled hips. Your tongue moves with him, licking and wrapping around what it can. You begin to lose yourself in his soft moans, enjoying them as the air in your lungs becomes thinner and thinner.Â
It gets increasingly hard to breathe and you love it, sucking down what bit of air you can in between each of his thrusts. Your mouth pools with your thick saliva and it trails down your chin, spilling onto your neck, but you pay it no mind. You simply angle your head further, digging your fingers into his ass to give him better access to your abused throat.Â
His hand moves to your entrance, two fingers plunging into you, fucking you at his relentless pace. Satoru's palm rubs against your harden clit and tears prick your eyes. Strangled moans fight to come out of your throat between his movements as abrupt pleasure courses through you, motivating you to please him further.Â
Satoruâs thrusts become more erratic and you begin to feel the base of his cock twitch in your mouth, prompting you to moan around him. You send sweet vibrations down his cock, and he curses under his breath, fingers in your pussy delving deeper, brushing that spot, making your stomach tighten.Â
âFuck,â groaning, Satoru thrusts himself deep into your throat, pausing entirely as thick ribbons of his seed shoot down your pipe. His fingers that pleased you move to your throat as he feels himself come in you. You hold still, licking him with your tongue until he readies himself to slowly pull out of your mouth.Â
Turning so your belly is flat against the mattress, you start to swallow his seed, ensuring your gulp is audible so he hears you. He watches you with a smile on his face, hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb sweeping over your near-bruised lips.Â
You take note of his cock, still very erect against his chiseled stomach.
âYouâre full of surprises, Y/n.âÂ
Your name left his lips in a breathless pant, and it was enough to make your walls clench.Â
Satoru smiles down at you, dropping to his knees so he can capture your lips. The kiss is tender and soft, and it sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.Â
âYou hurtinâ at all?â he asks between each press of his lips. You smile into the kiss, playfully nibbling his lower lip.Â
âNot at all, I could do that again.â Â
He chuckles, shaking his head as his hands run down the length of your spine. The touch is light with no intention other than feeling your skin. Satoru pulls back from the kiss to press his soft lips to your forehead.Â
âWe can stop here if you want.â his voice is full of practiced calm.Â
His hand runs down your hair, soothing your mind all while your body is still burning with desire.Â
It had been so long since you had shared a kiss, let alone your bed with someone. The touch of others felt so invasive until Satoru. You would be damned if you let him go now.Â
âSatoru, youâre not going to hurt me.âÂ
Nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, you sigh. You knew he had insecurities, and you know itâs only amplified by you being entirely, well, human. But you want to ease his worries, in every way you possibly could.Â
âYou donât know that, Y/n.âÂ
Pulling back, you force him to hold your stare.Â
âOur time is short. I donât want to live my life with regrets. I want you, Satoru, in all senses of the word.âÂ
You lovingly hold his face, thumbs gently sweeping over your cheeks like he had done for you. The quiet tender gesture lingers between you as your breaths intertwine. You see him considering your words in those knowing blue eyes, ever-calculating and so full of thought.Â
âPromise me youâll tell me if I hurt you.âÂ
A laugh almost escaped your lips. The serious look on his face would make anyone stop cold, but it only made you smile.Â
âI promise. But you wonât hurt me, I trust you.âÂ
At those words, Satoru captures your lips, tongue sweetly passing through your lips, immediately claiming yours for his own. Tentative hands explore your body, fingers lightly brushing over your sensitive skin, making you shiver. Moving to tangle your fingers in his hair, you run your teeth along the expanse of his tongue, smiling at the groan that leaves his lips.Â
Satoruâs hands guide your body up as he stands, his lips never leaving yours even as he presses your back to the mattress. Gentle hands spread your legs for him and you hiss. The feeling of cool air hits your wet need followed by the feeling of Satoruâs still slick member rubbing up against you. His warmth shocks you and he smiles at the gasp that escapes your lips. He pulls back from the kiss to meet your eyes.Â
Primal desire stares back at you.
You canât help but let your eyes travel south, watching as he rubs himself against your slickness, hand on the base of his cock. His tip just barely brushes your clit and you moan, feeling your walls immediately clench at the swift pleasure.Â
âYou want this dick, Y/n?â Satoruâs gravelly voice asks as he slaps his cock against your clit.Â
Dear lord help me.Â
âY-Yes,â you half breathe, half moan out.Â
âLook at me,âÂ
You do as commanded, tearing your eyes away from his impressive length to find his heated gaze.Â
âUse your words,âÂ
He rewards you with another slap to your clit and you moan, the brief relief making your toes curl. Mindlessly, you run your hands down his arms, raking your nails down his triceps as you try to formulate words.Â
âPlease fuck me,â you watch his face, eyes full of hope, but he only clicks his tongue and shakes his head, prodding your entrance. His taunt is maddening, and you try to shift your hips down, but a strong hand holds you in place.Â
âYou can do better princess. Tell me exactly how you want me,â he smirks down at you, tip still just barely pushing at your entrance, all promise of everything you want.Â
Biting your lip, you swallow your pride.Â
âI want you to fuck me so hard that every time I sit down I can only think of you.â
A small breath leaves his lips and he smiles, shaking his head. Clearly, he wasnât expecting that answer.Â
âSo full of surprises,âÂ
âSurprised are youââ
Before you could finish your sentence he pushes himself into you, stealing all the air from your lungs.Â
His thick length pushes past the first ring, and the feeling is so sickeningly sweet. Relief floods your veins as he fills you, your walls stretching to accommodate and hug his member, pulling him further into you.Â
âHoly shit,â you sigh, digging your nails into his arms as you spread your legs wider, giving him all of you.Â
âGod, Y/n, youâre so fucking tight even after all that.â his voice is strained as he grabs your right thigh, fingers digging into the plush of your skin as he bottoms out in your pussy, holding completely still, allowing you to adjust.Â
You feel your walls clench and unclench happily, he stretches and fills you so well it is dizzying. You press kisses to his sculpted chest, a silent plea for him to move. He picks up on your hint well, slowly pulling his hips back to only push them back into you. Even a heartbeat of him not being in you made you feel so incomplete, the way his body fit with yours was almost too perfect.Â
âFuck Satoru,â you moan closing your eyes, letting your head fall back, focusing solely on the blissful feeling of him.Â
His hips keep a steady slow pace, allowing your bodies the chance to adjust to one another. Satoru shifts your leg to prop it over his shoulder, making him go just a little bit deeper into you, pulling a throaty moan from you.Â
âHold onto something baby,â he warns and you barely register his words, hands enclosing his wrists as he picks up his pace, pulling his cock out of you to the tip to snap it back into you. Â
âOh my fucking God,â your eyes snap open as you watch Satoru rail your pussy. Your breasts bounce at his pace and you moan loudly, unable to hold back your noises.Â
âYour pussy feels so fucking good, Y/n.â he praises breathily and you moan, happy for the praise.Â
âMmphâ Fuck so do yoâ ahhâ your sentence is broken, unable to speak due to the dizzying speed of his powerful thrusts.Â
Each snap of his hips is expertly controlled. He angles himself up so he doesnât hit your cervix as he ensures not to fully crush your body. One hand holds your thigh in a fixed position as his other holds your hip, moving your body with his seamlessly. Heavy breasts bounce against your chest as your body feels electric, alive, and taught; like youâre walking on a live wire. Pleasure kisses your nerves, promising new, but terrifying heights.Â
âOpen your mouth,â Satoruâs strained voice commands, and your pussy pulses in response.Â
Swallowing thickly you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for dramatic flare, trying desperately to keep your eyes open. Satoru smiles at the sight, leaning over you further, then spits in your mouth. Your mixed taste coats your tongue and you whimper as his thumb goes to circle your clit.Â
âHold it in your mouth till I tell you to swallow princess. Can you do that for me?â your stomach tightens at the sensation of his thumb, but itâs almost faint due to the overwhelming pleasure his cock brings you.Â
Feeling entirely submissive and breedable you nod your head, your saliva already beginning to build in your mouth.
âGood girl. Now, on your knees.âÂ
Satoru completely releases your body, allowing you to flip over and get on all fours. A whimper leaves your lips due to the loss of him, but you shake your ass for him. The action earns you a slap to your ass, his fingers dig into your plump skin as he shakes the flesh for himself, and you curse, feeling your desire drip down your inner thighs.Â
You feel his nimble finger trail your wet slit, and he whistles. Then, his mouth is on your ass, tongue circling your tight ring. Strong hands shake your ass as he continues to lick and probe your hole, making your legs shake. The feeling is entirely new, and it feels good. Not as good as when he eats your pussy, but it's enough to have your walls clenching and clit throbbing.Â
The spit in your mouth begins to push out of the corners of your lips as you try to hold your moans back. Your hands are fisted in the sheets as Satoru trails his way to your dripping entrance, tongue dragging down till his licking your sensitive clit. As if it wasnât enough, his thumb pushes into your tight asshole, pumping the well-lubricated hole.Â
I am not going to survive this man.
âSwallow baby, let me hear you.âÂ
You gratefully swallow your combined spit, moaning loudly as your first breath leaves your lips.Â
âSatoru fuck me please,â you plead, feeling so empty itâs maddening. Now that youâve gotten a taste, you were certain your body wouldnât grant you release unless he was in you.Â
You feel his head pull away from your pussy as his fingers enter you, just barely scratching your itch. It was laughable to compare the feeling of his fingers to his cock â it wasnât nearly enough.Â
âLike this baby?â his thumb still plays with your asshole as he curls and pumps his fingers in you. Your thoughts are tangled, and words are hard to push out of your throat, getting caught in the thick layer of saliva coating your mouth.
âI want⊠Your cock. Please, please, please, Iââ tears pricked your eyes, you were overstimulated.Â
Closing your eyes you took deep breaths, feeling as he pulled his fingers out of you to only wrap his hand around your hair, pulling your neck up. His tip pokes your throbbing entrance as his heavy breath kisses your ear.Â
âYou want me, Y/n?â the heavy seductive words makes your spine tingle.
âI want all of you, Satoru.â though you tried to force your voice to sound normal, the words came out in a quiver.Â
âGood,âÂ
Then he was in you, cock plunging deep within your velvet walls, stoking the burning fire in your stomach. You arch your back, mewling harshly at the abrupt feeling of him filling you.Â
âYou feel so good, fuck.â Satoru kisses your shoulder, pulling his hips back to then fill you back up, thick member stretching you too fucking good.Â
With his hand still wrapped around your hair, he pushes your neck down so your face is pressed against the mattress. You open your eyes, face rubbing against the bed, and watch the man above you. His head is tilted back, bottom lip between his teeth as he works to make you both feel good â hips rolling into yours, enjoying the feeling of your walls sucking him back in.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â you moan softly, completely entranced.Â
Satoru smiles, eyes opening and he pushes strands of your hair away from your sticky forehead.
âAll you baby girl,â he pushes himself further into you, angling himself up, completely hitting that spot.Â
âOh fuck!â you curse, letting the brief pulse of intense pleasure run through you.
âYou like that baby?â knowing full well what heâs doing, Satoru grabs your hips, hitting your spot again, making your muscles jerk.Â
âAhâ Yes!â words were lost to you as white-hot pleasurable fire ran through your veins, making your entire body shake.Â
âWhoâs pussy is this?â Satoru grunts, thrusts becoming more erratic.Â
âIâ Mmph, yours!â with eyes rolling to the back of your head, you focus on your core, feeling your high threaten to crash over you.
âThatâs right, Y/n.â fingers dig into the flesh of your ass âYouâre. Mine.â he declares between powerful thrusts, still ensuring to hit that spongey spot, making your vision blot with white.Â
âIâ I am so fucking close, Satoru,â the words are a cry and you feel your whole body become taught, preparing itself for its inevitable crash to earth.
âCome on my cock baby. Let me make you feel good.âÂ
And as if the word was law, your body did as he asked.Â
Your second orgasm ripped through you, pulling a scream from your throat. Itâs dizzying, disorienting, and far too intense. Your body spasms uncontrollably as electrifying pleasure coursed through you, making your toes curl. You try to run away, but you are locked into place by Satoru's strong hands. With each pulse of your orgasm, your walls clench and grip Satrouâs cock, dragging him to earth with you. He ensures to thrust harmoniously to the rhythm of your pulses as thick ribbons of his cum mix with your own, filling up your belly.Â
With breath heavy and uneven, you both fall to your mattress. Sartoru's sweaty body presses against your back as he rubs your arms all while pressing kisses to your temple. Your body shook as you came down from your high, thighs jerking with each breath and light movement from the male still plunged within you.Â
âYou feeling okay, beautiful?â his words are a soft whisper against your skin.Â
Eyes still close, you nod. The intense pleasure left you light-headed and unable to speak. So instead, you angle your head and capture your loverâs lips. Soft and sweet, and entirely loving. Satoru smiles against your lips, hands lightly rubbing your sides.Â
âLet's turn over so I can hold you, yeah?" his words tickle your lips, making you smile. You let him move your body with effortless ease.Â
The male holds you close to his chest as he wraps his arms around your small frame, enveloping you in his radiating warmth. His strong heartbeat sounds in his chest, and you listen to it in earnest, thankful for the fact that he is alive.Â
You stay like that for a moment, listening to the sound of him while he kisses your skin, both being silently thankful for the other. Â
âI love you, Y/n,â Satoru whispers into your hair, lips still pressed to your scalp.Â
With a child-like smile, you peer up at him. Brillant blue peers into your soul, calling to you, to your bond, and your heart sings in response.Â
âAnd I love you, Satoru. My heart is yours.â his eyes fold kindly, just like that first night in your kitchen.Â
âAnd mine is yours. Youâve healed me.âÂ
â
You spent what little time you had left with Satoru, soaking up every minute, second, and hour. You both decided it was pointless to dwell on the unknown, so instead you enjoyed each moment that you were allotted. Sharing stories of your adventures, travels, and struggles. You healed each other, in ways that one would think impossible. You renewed each other's souls, in turn binding yourselves together.Â
âYou know, that day we met, I think my heart knew before I did that I needed you.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI didnât even know you, but seeing you was enough to wash away every ounce of my pain. My body moved before I could think. So I dropped the lamest pick-up line ever known to mankind.â
âHaha, yeah. But it worked out didnât it?â
âThat it did. You are my greatest treasure, Y/n. I love you.â
âI love you too, please come back to me safely.âÂ
Satoru smirked, all of his bravado pulled into every atom of his existence.Â
âDonât worry, I am the strongest. I canât leave my fiance all alone now can I?âÂ
âNo, you canât.â
âSee? So donât worry about me, baby.â
With that, the lovely male plants a passionate kiss on your lips, and then walks away.
Soft Rain: Gojo Satoru x Reader (SMUT! Mature/Explicit) Part 1
I want to first say I usually try to find a photo that fits the aesthetic of the story but this one was way too good to walk away from. Everyone enjoys this gem <3. Also, this fic because it's too damn long is split up into two parts. Part 2 is already up and will be linked at the bottom of this page.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*Summary: You are in a coffee shop one rainy day when a sad beautiful stranger enters. Slowly, you open up to each other in the warm confinement of the cafe. Little did you know that you would fall in love with this man, and he with you.
I wrote this from the perspective of seeing Satoru with his barriers down. No masks, no facades, just him when he's alone with his haunting thoughts. I wanted to give him a more human perspective and touch on some of the things that plague his mind. I know I have been MIA for quite some time, if you were someone who was waiting for this I am sorry! Life has been a rollercoaster recently but I am finally back to being in a place of stability. This is certainly a longer fic, so I hope you all enjoy it. As always feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments below!
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*Word Count: 25k+
September: When I met you
âYour coffee, miss.âÂ
âOh, thank you,â Â
Finally, you tore your eyes away from your book to smile at the girl handing you your drink.Â
You gratefully accepted the liquid, hands wrapping around the warm ceramic mug as you inhaled deeply. The bitter scent of coffee with a hint of vanilla kissed your senses, causing you to smile.Â
Taking a sip, your eyes wander to the large window as the warmth travels down your throat.Â
Soft rain fell from endless gray.Â
It had been raining for hours now, which drove you into the small cafe. You were pleased when you entered the space. A warm cozy atmosphere fragranced with coffee and paired with the sound of rain.Â
What more could you want for a reading environment?Â
You let yourself settle further into the oversized couch, watching placidly as drops of rain slowly travel down the planes of the window.Â
Such a perfect day.Â
Peering down at your watch, you sigh. It was nearly 5 pm. Idly, you run your fingers along the soft threads of the couch, drifting further into your own thoughts. You knew you had to leave sometime soon, but willingly tearing yourself away from this serenity seemed like a crime.
âIs this seat taken?âÂ
Huh?Â
You pull your eyes away from the window to find a man standing before you, soaked to the bone in rainwater.Â
Soft white hair stuck to his porcelain skin. It drew your attention, eyes unable to look away. However, when your eyes met his, your breath caught. They stole your attention; piercing blue that seemed to know everything .Â
âNo, go ahead. Do you need a towel?â
You realized you were staring all while feeling slightly awkward. There were many other open seats, why did he need to choose the one that was adjacent to you?Â
âDo you have one?â he asked with a smile that didnât reach his eyes.Â
Giving him a curt nod, you began digging in your purse until you found your folded hand towel. Silently, you handed it to him and he accepted it, sitting down with a huff, roughly drying his hair.Â
Beginning to feel uncomfortable, you set down your coffee and resumed reading your book. Your fingers lightly played with the cover â feeling the embossed words, you traced the shapes, mind unable to focus.Â
Who is this guy?Â
You peered at him over the cover.Â
He had unzipped his black athletic jacket and draped it over a chair. He now wore a simple white button-down shirt and it clung to his muscular body. The color of his skin bleeds its way into the white, stealing your attention. With eyes discreetly tracing the planes of his body, you noted the pale blue veins that delicately decorated his hands.Â
You blushed, feeling as if you saw something you shouldnât, so you quickly turned your eyes to the book â pretending to read.
Is he some kind of gym rat? Why is he so fit? He looked like a noodle a second agoâŠÂ
âMiss?â his low voice calls, breaking your thoughts.
You meet his eyes over the pages. His hair, now more dry than wet, began sticking up in multiple different directions. The male is holding your towel out to you with a sad smile on his lips.Â
Deciding reading is futile, you close your novel, placing it to the right as you shake your head.Â
âKeep it,âÂ
You donât want a wet towel in your purse and it seems he doesnât have an umbrella. Itâs not much, but you hope itâll give his spikey head a little coverage.Â
âYou sure?â he asks, already leaning back to find comfort in his seat. You control the urge to stare at his body. So you grab your coffee, forcing your eyes to look at the deformed latte art.Â
âIâm sure. It seems itâll get more use with you. Why were you outside in this weather anyway?âÂ
It had been raining for hours, most people would be in their homes by now.Â
He eyed you for a moment, white eyelashes downcast, almost like he was recalling a painful memory.Â
âI wanted to be alone, my thoughts were loud, so the rain helped block them out. What about you?âÂ
How can you say something like that so casually?Â
âHonestly, I was on my way home. But it had started raining and it led me here. Pulled out my book, and yeahâŠâÂ
You shrugged your shoulders.Â
If you were being sincere, it was a needed escape. The walls of your home felt too suffocating, you looked for any excuse to not return.Â
âWhatâs your name?âÂ
You now fully looked at his face.Â
He is handsome, with a sharp jawline and regal features. Nothing about him was mundane, it seemed as if he was a sculpture; something perfect and unattainable.Â
âY/n, you?âÂ
âSatoru. What do you do for a living?âÂ
With eyebrows knitting together, you eyed the man.
What is this, a surprise interview? Â
âI am an author and I do some remote networking for a hospital. What about yourself?âÂ
His eyebrows rose at your response and you couldnât tell why. Itâs not like your profession was anything to be shocked about.Â
Taking a sip of coffee, you sigh. The warmth slides down your throat as the delicate taste coats your tongue. Silently, you savor the feeling â the easy calm that washes over you.
âI am a sorcerer,âÂ
The cup nearly dropped out of your hands.
Well, shit. Â
Itâs not that you didnât know they existed, itâs that you did your best to distinctly distance yourself from that world.Â
That explains the physique at least. Â
âI am sorry, then.â
You watch as his eyes turn sorrowful, then he faces the window, cheek in his palm.Â
âI donât see any cursed energy coming from you, how do you know about us?â
 Itâs a simple question, but in truth, it was perhaps the heaviest one to ask you.Â
âA close friend. They went missing about 6 years ago. Police never got a trail, so I dug and I stumbled upon a lot of information I shouldnât have. Been doing my best to ignore it since.âÂ
You werenât sure why you were talking to this random stranger. Maybe it was something in his expression, with the way his eyes longingly looked out the window â as if he too missed someone close to him.Â
Satoru hummed as he tapped a finger against his thigh, perfectly in tune with the soft rain.Â
âI lost someone too,âÂ
The man spoke so softly you hardly picked up on his words. If you hadn't been paying attention to him, you may not have caught it.Â
âA lover?âÂ
Judging by his expression, you guessed it had to be someone he loved. But, to your surprise, he let out a humorless laugh.Â
âNo, but you could see it that way. He⊠Was like the other half of me. Someone I could trust. I knew with him, I could let go and be myself. I could breathe. Because he was the only person who saw me .âÂ
Endless blue plagued with deep sadness gazed towards you, knocking the air out of your lungs.Â
âWhen it rains, it reminds me of him.âÂ
Your heart dropped.
âWhere is he now?âÂ
Becoming fully invested in the man in front of you, you cross your legs, leaning your body forward.Â
âI⊠Heâs dead. Itâs been a year,âÂ
Satoruâs eyes turned down again.Â
Unable to stop yourself, you reached out, gently taking his hand, rubbing the cold, soft skin of his knuckles. Your touch shocked him for a moment, but he slowly relaxed into it, large palm melting in your delicate fingers.Â
The contact made your body shiver.
When was the last time I touched someone?
âDo you want anything?âÂ
You didnât want to offer him fake pleasantries, for you thought he wouldnât appreciate it. However, you also didnât know what to say. Nothing comforted you when your friend died, and you were positive it was the same for him.
âNo, I am good. Thanks though.âÂ
Nodding softly at his words, you reluctantly remove your hand to find your drink. Again, you welcomed the warmth of the liquid, relishing in its taste.Â
âDo you plan to leave soon?â the question left your lips in a whisper.Â
âYeah, but if I am being honest, I donât want to go back. I kind of just want to forget, yâknow?âÂ
At his honest words, you sighed, taking another long sip of your coffee.Â
âUnfortunately,âÂ
He laughs at your answer. The pure sound makes you smile into your cup, shaking your head to try not to join him.Â
Maybe some company wouldnât hurt.
With eyes falling to your coffee, you let your laugh die in your throat. It had been so long since you willing had a conversation with someone. Now you felt stiff and awkward.Â
âI-If you want, my home isnât too far from here. You can wait out the rain there. I have some extra clothes that might fit you, that way we can wash your current ones.â
Finding a little bit of confidence you offered the man a small smile, to which he returned with his own.Â
If you were being honest, it seemed like he needed someone.Â
And maybe you did, tooâŠÂ
âInviting a stranger over to your home? Thatâs awfully brave.â Satoru said with some found bravado, which only made you chuckle.Â
âWell yes, you are a stranger. But you also look like a wet, sad cat. It would break my heart to leave you stranded.â you tease back, earning yourself a smile from the male which made you bite the flesh of your inner cheek.Â
He really is beautiful, it's kind of unfair. Â
To hide your blush, you stuff your face into your mug, gulping down the remnants of your coffee.Â
âAlright, as long as I donât end up in a crop top and short shorts.âÂ
It was your turn to laugh. You couldnât help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat, just imagining him in such an outfit was ridiculous â all long limbs in hot pink and denim.Â
Somehow, you think he would pull it off if he tried.Â
âOh I donât know, now youâre giving me ideas~â you coo playfully, wiggling your fingers in his smiling face. He feigned being offended, crossing his arms over his chest, and looking the other way â which only caused you to laugh harder and him to join you.Â
The two of you giggled uncontrollably a bit, hands lacing over your stomachs. It was the only sound that could be heard other than the soft pitter-patter of rain.Â
Deciding you had overstayed your welcome, you began collecting your items. In a pair, you exited the building. Your bodies huddle together under the umbrella that Satoru held. The male looked down at you with a wicked smile, then jumped in a puddle, effectively splashing the both of you with cold rain. You laughed and pretended to be annoyed, joining in his childish behavior.Â
At some point, you began chasing each other in the rain, umbrella forgotten. You laughed like children till you reached your home, the two of you completely soaked.Â
Still giggling, you unlocked the door, wiping your hair out of your face.Â
âWait here, Iâll get you a towel.âÂ
Knocking off your shoes, you padded over to your hallway closet, grabbing two towels. You were already running yours through the length of your hair when you returned to the male. He gratefully accepted the fabric, using it immediately against his unruly hair.Â
It was then that you noticed his height and stature. His body is elegant and lithe, whereas he is tall, easily towering over your frame.Â
This somehow annoyed you.Â
Why do all the good genes go to one person?
âYouâre staring,â he commented and you shrugged.Â
âJust thinking youâre unfairly blessed,âÂ
A long sigh escaped your lips as you dropped your towel to the floor, hoping to clean some of the water off the polished wooden planks.Â
âYou wouldnât be the first â Is that a cat?âÂ
Catching the excitement in his voice, you smile.Â
âYes, thatâs Noir. Before you say it, I know sheâs white. I just like the novelty of the name.â
Slightly shaking your hair, you hang up your jacket, watching Satoru stare at your cat out of the corner of your eye.Â
âWill she attack me?â he asks and you hear an audible gulp .Â
Satoru places his towel on the floor, cleaning up his own puddle of water with his foot to hide his embarrassment.Â
Who knew such a big man would be so cautious of a little feline?Â
âHere,âÂ
Holding your hand out to the male, you lightly cock your head to the side, wet hair tickling the nape of your neck. He places his large hand in your small one and you lead him to Noir, who is currently perched on your gray couch, cleaning herself.Â
Gently, you guide his hand to your cat, allowing her to give him a sniff. Then, she affectionately nuzzles her head into his palm, purring when he scratches under her chin. You watch as he smiles like a big idiot, squatting down so heâs at eye level with your pet.Â
âI think she likes me,â he whispers to you happily, and you roll your eyes playfully.Â
âShe likes everyone . That girl is also a glutton, the T-R-E-A-T-S are on top of the fridge. I am going to take a shower, keep my precious furbaby company will ya?âÂ
You couldnât help the tight squeeze of your heart at the sight. In a way, they kind of resemble each other. Right down to the unruly fur and knowing blue eyes.Â
âI wouldnât let anyone harm her for the world,â he promises, and you chuckle.Â
âGood,âÂ
â
Feeling some life return to him, Satoru pads over to the kitchen, securing the treasure; treats for Noir.Â
âHere girl,âÂ
He makes kissing noises and the soft feline comes running over. She has a fluffy white coat, and if she had been asleep on the couch he may have mistaken her for a throw pillow.Â
The cat âmeowedâ at the sight of the bag, spinning in a circle then sat down, staying perfectly still.Â
Oh, did your mommy teach you tricks? Â
âOh, good girl, Noir!âÂ
He excitedly plucked out a treat, placed it in his palm, and then brought it down so she could lick it off his skin. The scratchy feeling of her tongue tickled his hand until the snack was gone. Then she was sitting again, big blue eyes begging him for more.Â
âLetâs see,â Satoru hummed happily, grabbing another treat from the bag, holding it a little higher than the cat.Â
âJump!âÂ
Noir did as commanded, gracefully jumping, catching the treat in her mouth, and snacking while walking in a triumphant circle.
âOhhh~ Youâre such a smart girl!â the cat rubbed his leg, purring affectionately into him. He knew that she was buttering him up, but he didnât care.Â
Over and over, he played with Noir. Giving her treats with each performed trick, petting her lovingly after every graceful action. Eventually, he sat down, ignoring the bite of the cool kitchen tile, letting the cat lay on his chest.Â
He closed his eyes, enjoying Noirâs warmth and soft fur against his skin. Her soft purs tickled the pads of his fingers, making him smile to himself. The feeling ebbed some of the ice out of his chest, blocking out the whispers of loneliness.
âI see my little lady has captured your heart,âÂ
He cracked open one eye.Â
Y/n was smiling down at them, wet hair surrounding her soft features. She dressed simply in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, but she still looked beautiful.Â
He sighed, kissing Noirâs soft little head, then stood. Y/nâs eyes followed his movement, every bit of curiosity easily readable on her face. He couldnât remember the last time he was around a non-sorcerer. However, her presence was calming, and he was willingly letting himself drown in her serenity.Â
âThe bathroom is down the hall on the left. I put the spare clothes on the counter along with a fresh towel,â her eyes raked his frame. She then clicked her tongue with a disapproving look on her face.Â
âPut those ruined clothes in the hamper and place them in the hall. Iâll wash them.â
Oh, sheâs just not happy about my clothes. It wasnât toward me.Â
âYou got it, boss,âÂ
Satoru smiled playfully, finding his familiar mask. He heeded her words and headed down the hall. Once in the bathroom, he shut the door and got to work.Â
Quickly, he peeled himself out of his now-damp clothes and placed them in the empty clothing hamper.Â
Sheâs kind.
Hiding behind the door, he slid the hamper into the hallway.Â
âClothes are out!âÂ
It was a bit odd, calling to her as he hid his naked body. It made him feel slightly embarrassed somehow.Â
âAlright!âÂ
At her response, he closed the door.Â
He felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he turned on the shower, stepping into the comforting heat. It warmed his rain-chilled flesh, blotting out some of the emptiness inside him.
Why do I feel so nervous?
While raking his hands through his hair, he let his day settle over him.Â
In truth, he never meant to enter that cafe. He simply meant to walk around aimlessly, letting the rain soak him to his bones. Thoughts of Suguru always plagued him on days like this, and with the anniversary of the day he left passing, it was worse.Â
He couldnât let his students see him like this, so he sought to punish himself. Walking in the rain for hours, dropping all barriers, letting his body turn frigid.Â
Then he saw her .Â
He watched as she had to tear herself away from her book, brightly smiling at the barista handing her the coffee. She settled into the couch, drinking her drink while looking out toward the rain with such serenity he couldnât help but be drawn to her. It was as if she was tranquility itself, surrounded by the warm glow of the industrial lights, dressed elegantly in soft white and pink.Â
At that moment, she pulled him away from his haunting thoughts.
Feeling the unwavering need to be closer to her, he stepped into the shop. He didnât know what he needed, but he found himself relaxing little by little under her whimsical gaze. The woman didnât probe him or shy away. Instead, she offered her silent kindness and pleasant smile. He then found himself opening up to her, saying things that he hadnât said to anyone in years .
She surprised him, when she softly grabbed his hand, asking if he wanted anything rather than giving her sympathy. He allowed himself to get lost in the kindness of her eyes. He let her touch him, having to hide the shiver that ran down his body from her warmth.Â
Then, they were laughing.Â
Before he knew it, they were chasing each other in the rain like children. Even though she was soaked down to her socks, she was spinning and laughing, hair sticking to her skin as she happily jumped into cold puddles to splash him. It was as if they had no care in the world.Â
Not once did thoughts of Suguru attack him, even with the feeling of rain tracing his skin.Â
A light smile tugged on his lips.Â
Who knew I just needed to feel normal?Â
â
You were setting out the items to make dinner when Satoru entered the kitchen. When you turned around, you had to stifle your laughter.Â
The sweatpants, though several sizes too big for you, came to about mid-calf length on him. It also didnât help that he was wearing a baby pink t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy house slippers to match.Â
âYou look dashing,âÂ
Placing a hand on your hip, you motion for him to twirl with your other, earning yourself a bemused glare from the male.Â
âI look like a twink,â he huffs, a blush lightly kissing his pale cheeks, making you giggle.
âCan you cook?â you ask, completely avoiding responding to his statement. His eyebrows knitted, taking in the ingredients on the counter.Â
âIf you instruct me,â the words leave his lips slowly, still trying to piece together the dish youâre making. You laugh, walking up to him and placing a reassuring hand on his broad shoulder.Â
âDonât worry too much. Itâs pasta, if you mess up just add more cheese.âÂ
Letting your eyes meet his, you hold your breath.Â
They were softly looking down at you, corners folding kindly as if he was looking at something precious. The difference was so stark from the emptiness you saw earlier â it made your heart melt.Â
âIâll blame you if it goes wrong,â Satoru winked down at you, hand coming up to your hair, ruffling it lightly.Â
âH-Hey!â you retort, and he laughs, easily avoiding your swipe at him.Â
âWhatâs first?â he asks innocently and you huff while rolling your eyes, unable to hide your smile.Â
âLetâs hope you donât burn down my kitchen.âÂ
â
Turning on some music, you and Satoru worked together to make dinner.Â
Laughter sounded throughout your home as you instructed the male. You watched as he fumbled with different utensils, unsure of what to do with each item. He would turn red, blaming you for not instructing him properly when you would tease him â which only resulted in you both laughing under your breath.Â
Noir had joined the party, nimbly weaving between your two bodies, brushing up against your legs as you cooked. Once you were waiting for the pasta to finish cooking, you were humming and swaying your hips to the music. Satoru noticed and took your hands, joyfully dancing with you.Â
You both danced around your kitchen, laughing infectiously. At some point, he picked up Noir, snuggling her close to his chest with one arm as his other spun you.Â
The silliness continued through the night as you turned on a rom-com movie and halfway through Satoru was tearing up, asking you why he would leave the girl. You were too choked up yourself, shaking your head and cursing at the male lead, holding Noir close for emotional support. With both of you fed up, you decided there was no way you were ending on a sad note, so you turned on a children's movie to feel better.Â
Which, somehow, made both of you more emotional.Â
Once the movie was over, you washed the dishes together. It was only then you saw the time.Â
âOh my god!â you cried, almost dropping the freshly dried plate.Â
âWhat?â Satoru asked, much calmer than you.Â
âItâs midnight! Do you live close by? Iâll pay for your taxi back. I am so sorry, I lost track of time.âÂ
The male only laughed, making you pout.Â
Why is he laughing? Â
âNo, I donât live near here. The taxi would be expensive. Iâll find a hotel, donât worry about it.â he smiled softly, eyes crinkling at the corners.Â
You shook your head aggressively.Â
âI canât make you pay for a hotel! After all, I invited you over, so I should take responsibility.â
âI, umâŠâ running a hand through your hair you sigh. Thereâs really only one option but that seems a bit much.Â
âYou can stay the night, the couch is moveable so Iâll just make it into a bed for you.â heat rushed to your cheeks. You were so embarrassed.Â
I got lost in the moment .Â
âAre you sure? I donât want to invade your space.â he took the plate from your hand and put it away.Â
âIâm sure. I spend most of my time alone, anyway. Your company isnât entirely unwelcome.â you could only hope you sounded natural. Internally your brain was screaming at you. Â
Satoru rolled his eyes, making you chuckle.Â
âOh, wow, thanks. Makes me feel so wanted.âÂ
âI am glad you feel that way!â you chirp, playfully elbowing his side as you finish putting away the last dish.Â
Satoru picks up Noir, nuzzling his nose against her pink one as he starts bad-mouthing you.Â
âYour mommy is very mean. You should come live with me, Iâll give you lots of treats~âÂ
Rolling your eyes at the sight, you make your way to the hallway closet to pull out an extra blanket and pillow.Â
Tossing the items on the couch, you cross your arms over your chest. Satoru was possessively holding Noir close to him, eyeing you suspiciously.Â
âShe sleeps with me,â the man-child announces, and you roll your eyes.Â
âIf you truly feel the need to claim her for the evening, then fine. Just donât be surprised when sheâs on your head in the morning.âÂ
Still eyeing you, he slowly places Noir down. The furball comes running up to you, rubbing her head lovingly against your leg.Â
âTraitor! I just gave you so many kisses.âÂ
Laughing, you motion for him to help you move the couch. He obliges and you work together to shape it to a somewhat bed that will work with the length of his body.Â
âYou should learn spooky magic that makes you shrink.â you huff, eyeing his long frame.Â
Again, he was back to looking like a noodle. But you knew that he packed muscle under the semi-baggy clothes.Â
âItâs called jujutsu and I donât think that exists. Also, youâre staring again,â he notes and you sigh, waving a dismissive hand.Â
âI am going to bed, if you need anything just knock on the door.âÂ
You turn and you hear him chuckle.Â
âAvoiding me?âÂ
Looking at him over your shoulder, you run your eyes over the length of his body, this time letting him watch your features.Â
âYouâre beautiful and strong. However, youâre also hurt and trying to piece yourself back togetherâŠâÂ
Pausing, you consider your words.
A fallen angel. Made of pure moonlight and stars. But shattered like the image seen through a kaleidoscope.Â
âI hope you heal your heart, Satoru.âÂ
Without waiting for his response, you closed your door, locking it behind you.Â
Your worlds are completely different, and you couldnât even begin to imagine what he had been through. Nor were you going to pretend to know.Â
But if thereâs one thing you could relate to, itâs trauma.Â
â
Satoru spent the entire night tossing and turning. Noir was resting above his head, purring softly against him. With each passing hour, his throat became drier and drier, until eventually, he was coughing.Â
My head hurts and my throat feels like sandpaper. Â
Once the first rays of morning sunlight trickled through the window, Satoru was coughing aggressively while his body felt extremely hot.Â
Am I sick? Thereâs no way.Â
Y/n came out of her room with her hair a mess and her pajamas wrinkled. The second she heard his cough she was rushing over.Â
âHow are you feeling?â she asks, voice soft and somewhat gravelly.Â
She was rubbing the sleep out of her hazy eyes, already moving to press the back of her hand to his head.Â
âNo, I am fineââ he coughed and she flicked his forehead.Â
âYou're burning up. Most likely a cold from the rain. Iâll go get you some medicine, just rest.âÂ
Sighing, she ran a hand through her tangled hair.Â
âReally, Iâll be okay. Iâmââ Satoru couldnât even finish his sentence. He started coughing aggressively, each retch of breath making him feel like he was eating sand.Â
âRight, and I can fly. Donât be stubborn.âÂ
Rolling her eyes, the woman padded over to the kitchen.Â
âI can fly!â he shouted hoarsely like a petulant child, plopping back against the cushions, and reaching up to grab Noir. The second his fingers wrapped around her soft warmth, he brought her to his chest, rubbing his nose into her fur.Â
âGood for you!âÂ
This is humiliating .Â
After a few minutes, she returned with a mug in her hand.Â
Slowly, he sat up. His chest felt like it was caving in and he felt incredibly lightheaded. Satoru eyed the mug and then gingerly took it from her small hands.
âWhat is it?âÂ
He sniffed and she raised her brow.Â
âItâs ginger tea with honey and lemon. Itâs hot. The honey and temperature, once it cools a little , will help soothe your throat.âÂ
Why does it sound like sheâs talking to a kid?
Giving Noir a loving pet to the head, she crouched down so she was at eye level with the feline.Â
âAs for you, my sweet girl, your food is in the kitchen. Watch over this big child for me.â the cat seemed to understand its master because she âmeowedâ in response.Â
âIâm not a child,â Satoru said begrudgingly. Y/n only stood with a bemused expression.Â
âRight.â she eyed him up and down once, then walked away.Â
Satoru felt his face become hot, and it wasnât from the steam kissing his cheeks.Â
Usually, women threw themselves at him. It had happened so many times now with both men and women that he assumed he was everyone's type. But it seems Y/n couldnât care less about his looks.Â
For whatever reason, that bothered him.Â
How can she call me beautiful but be so cold toward me? Â
Without thinking, he gulped his tea, only to quickly pull away due to the heat burning his tongue.Â
Cursing softly, he set the mug down on the coffee table, pinching his burnt tongue between his thumb and forefinger. He tried to reach for Noir for comfort, but she had long abandoned him for her breakfast.Â
Y/n exited her room, hair pulled into a loose bun as she wore a baggy white t-shirt and black cargo pants. He couldnât help but think she looked cute in her streetwear.Â
Once her eyes saw him, she sighed, a soft smile on her lips.Â
âYou know, I did mention wait to drink your tea till it had cooled. I thought you were a good listener. But it appears I misjudged you.âÂ
With an elegant wave of her hand, she bid him farewell. He watched as she slid on an army green windbreaker and black Dr.Martens. Then she grabbed her purse and left, leaving him alone with his thoughts.Â
Knitting his eyebrows together, he turned his head toward Noir. She was eating her special food neatly, back to him as she softly purred.Â
âIs your mommy always so mean?âÂ
â
Walking down the street you couldnât help but look at the puddles decorating the ground. Yesterday was the first time you laughed and had fun in years.Â
When you and your best friend moved to Japan it was scary. You were a foreigner and you didnât know anyone. So naturally, when she passed, you became more isolated. You tried going outside to meet people, but sometimes it felt like too much. People were more interested in the fact that youâre from the States, they were never really interested in you .Â
To add, you work remotely from home, so opportunities are truly limited.Â
âEh, adulting is hard~â you whispered to yourself as you entered a local convenience store.Â
The clerk at the desk welcomed you in and you gave them a slight bow in response.Â
Immediately you B-lined for the medicine, grabbing the items you needed. Then, because you were already here, you began searching the aisles for snacks.Â
I was expecting him to be gone this morning. Even if heâs sick, I canât say I am not happy for the company.Â
After checking out you started to head home, thinking about all the trivial things you needed to get done today. You had deadlines to meet for your book and you had to look through the servers to make sure there were no network issues.Â
Grabbing a coffee from a small shop that you frequent, you began frowning, feeling the lines form on your forehead as your daily list seemed to keep stacking higher.Â
You were sipping on the last remnants of your iced latte when you opened the door to your home, finding Satoru fast asleep.Â
Softly closing the door, you shimmied out of your jacket, hanging it on the wooden coat rack. Noir padded over to you, the sound of her little paws tapping on the floor sounded through the space. Smiling sweetly, you pat your cat on her soft head as you take your boots off.Â
Making your way to where Satoru was on the couch, you note he seemed to look worse. His cheeks are flushed and his skin is pale. You make press your hand to his forehead, but you feel like you're touching a wall.Â
What?
Your fingers were splayed flat against an invisible barrier, hovering right over Satoruâs body.Â
âStrange,â you murmur in wonder, trailing your finger over the length of the wall. It stretched all around his body, protecting him in a bubble.Â
Satoru opened his eyes, softly blinking as he adjusted to his environment, taking in your features.
Suddenly, that wall is gone, and your hand falls limply to your side.Â
âItâs called Infinity,â he rasps, light cough already pressing out of his throat.Â
You hold up your hand to silence him, quickly grabbing the medicine you purchased earlier.
âDonât worry about explaining anything. Just drink this. Thereâs a sleeping agent in it, so expect to feel drowsy.â he opened his mouth to protest, but you shot him a pointed look, effectively silencing him.Â
The male sat up, accepting your carefully measured medicine. He drank it, making a face as it went down his throat.Â
âIt tastes like shit,â he coughed and you rolled your eyes.Â
âYou know what that tastes like?âÂ
Leaving the medicine on the coffee table, you make your way to the kitchen.Â
âYouâd be surprised.â he shoots back, voice already sounding better.Â
âOh, I am sure~â you make your voice annoyingly sweet as you prepare a bottle of water for him. Once you made your way back to the couch you saw his features flatten, not taking your teasing kindly.Â
âI have seen things that would probably make you piss your pants and cry.âÂ
He catches the bottle you toss him and you shrug your shoulders.Â
âMaybe, maybe not. I may not be as soft as you think I am.â Satoruâs eyes widen in surprise and you turn away.
Plopping down on the overstuffed chair adjacent to him, you pull out your laptop from the convenient cushion/storage. Once you obtain your computer and headphones, you place your feet comfortably on the cushion, letting your back sink into the softness of the chair.Â
âYouâre a non-sorcerer, what have you seen thatâs on the same level as curses?â his voice calls, no prejudice in his words, just general curiosity.Â
You roll your shoulders. Suddenly, they felt heavy. Every time you thought about your past this happened. Your shoulders would ache as cold sweat licked your spine.Â
Opening your computer, you sigh, remoting into the network server you manage.Â
Maybe if I talk about it while working itâs not so bad .Â
âCurses are born from human's negative emotions, right?â you start slowly, not wanting to look at him.Â
âRight,â Satoru confirms, confusion in his tone.Â
âYou see, some people act on those emotions. Anger, fear, sadness, resentmentâŠâ Swallowing thickly, you continue. Â
âI think youâll find that some of those people are much more ugly than curses. Curses donât wear masks, they are just as they are. People, howeverâŠâ you cracked your neck, diligently typing in commands into your computer, eyes scanning your screen.Â
I am not my past. It does not define me. Â
You repeat this mantra to yourself, steadying your nervous heart.
âHave you experienced it? The ugliness of humanity?â you could hear the caution in his words, almost as if he was scared to say the wrong thing to you.Â
Your hands had stopped typing entirely.
You opened your mouth to answer but felt the words die in your throat. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as your eyes shook. It was like two hands were wrapped around your neck, thumbs pressing into your windpipe, choking you.
Taking a deep breath, you steady your heart.Â
I am not my past. It does not define me.Â
âY/nââ
âYou should sleep, Iâll be in my office. Itâs at the far end of the hallway. If you need anything just ask.âÂ
Closing your laptop, you place your headphones in your ears. You see Satoru say something, but you pretend not to notice, watching as his features twist with confusion and self-doubt.Â
You walk away, playing music in your ears but you hear nothing. Everything is silent.Â
Sorry, itâs not your fault .Â
Once behind the door to your office, you let out a shuddering breath.Â
Why did I pay for therapy if I canât even talk about it?Â
You spent years trying to feel normal, and for the most part, your brain let you forget. You could be fine for months, but then you get thrown into a space thatâs a little too crowded and suddenly you canât breathe. Someone touches your shoulder and you feel like a thousand spiders are crawling all over you. If you were in a space where there were too many noises, your brain would turn everything into white noise, leaving only the sound of your erratic heartbeat in your ears.Â
It was the reason why you were single. The last relationship you were in ended with him telling you that you were too complicated . Your love language is physical touch, but sometimes that touch was too much, too overstimulating, or triggering. You enjoy being outside, but canât be in crowded spaces without being plagued by anxiety, and living in Japan, well, itâs always crowded.Â
Maybe I am just better off alone.
â
Satoru awoke to the sound of Y/n humming softly.Â
Cracking open his eyes, he peered over the edge of the couch. It seemed she was making something, but her headphones were in and she was swaying lightly.Â
He recalled the way she looked just hours prior; shoulders caved in, sweat running down her face, eyes distant. She looked like she would run away any second. So many questions circled in his mind, but more than anything he wanted to hug her. He had seen that look too many times.
Turning his eyes away from the female, he checked his phone.Â
Shit, theyâve been calling me.Â
Yaga had called him 6 times whereas Megumi texted him.Â
âWhere are you?âÂ
âI wonât be back for a little bit. Hold down the fort, kayâ?â
Megumi immediately responded.Â
âWhat are you talking about? Are you on a mission?âÂ
âDonât worry~âÂ
âStop being weird.âÂ
âIf anyone asks, I am handling a personal matter.âÂ
âWhatever.âÂ
Satoru had a sneaking suspicion that if he admitted he is sick, he would never live it down.Â
âYou awake?âÂ
Y/nâs head was now peering over him, the ends of her hair tickling his face. He searched her features, but none of her earlier fear remained. She looked calm, but now he couldnât help but wonder what lies beneath the surface of that practiced tranquility.Â
âYouâre staring,â her soft voice teases, making him chuckle.Â
He moves to sit up and she removes her face from his view, stepping around the couch to hand him a bowl. He takes the dish from her hands to find a broth-based soup with meat, noodles, and vegetables.
âDid you make this?â he asks as she takes up a seat beside him, blowing on a spoonful of golden liquid.Â
âMhm. Youâre probably not very hungry, but try to eat a little bit.â she hums as she takes a bite of her food, bringing one leg under her other, comfortably settling into the couch.Â
Satoru follows her lead, blowing on his soup, and then taking a bite. The warm liquid soothed his throat as the broth coated his tongue. It was light but enjoyable.
âDo you cook often?â he asks, turning to face her and she does the same.Â
Watching as she shrugged her shoulders, he bit back a smile. Her hair was a little messier and her cheeks were lightly flushed from the steam of the soup.Â
âIf I can, I avoid going out too much. Iâm a homebody.â
He nodded his head at her words, understanding what she meant. He was the same way, but also different. Being out on a mission or being at Jujutsu High made it difficult for him to eat homemade meals like this. More often than not he would eat out. If he had a choice though, he would rather relax like this.Â
âDo you not like people?â he ensured his voice was neutral, not wanting her to feel cornered or pressured.Â
Meeting her eyes, he watched her swallow thickly, considering his words.Â
âItâs not that. I just donât do well in crowded, loud spaces. Were you able to sleep?â she changed the subject so naturally he barely caught it. Somehow, he found himself frowning, feeling as if heâd been robbed of an opportunity.Â
âSomewhat. You said youâre an author right? Howâs writing going?âÂ
He watched as she scrunched up her face, shaking her head.Â
âAnnoying. I keep rewriting this scene, but I canât seem to get the atmosphere right.âÂ
Taking an aggressive bite of her soup, she set the bowl down, leaning her head back against the couch.Â
Even when she pouts sheâs cute.Â
âWhatâs it about? Maybe I can help.âÂ
He wasnât much of a writer, but he was also curious about what her story was about.Â
Her face suddenly became red, so much so to the point that she turned her gaze away from him.Â
âI-Itâs not important. You said you slept somewhat well, right? Is anything uncomfortable?â she asked without looking at him.Â
Smiling, he set his bowl down and poked her red cheek.Â
âEh? Why donât you answer my question first~â she swatted his hand away but he kept pressing, now lightly pinching her cheeks.Â
Y/n faced him, eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head, taking his hands with her.Â
âNo way! I will not divulge secrets of my unpublished novel to you.âÂ
Her small hands wrapped around his wrists to pry his hands away, but he didnât budge. Instead, he moved his hands to her sides, tickling her waist.Â
âHey! Ah, whatâre you doingââÂ
Laughter filled his ears, and it was like sweet music. He laughed with her, now moving her body to fully face him. She kicked her legs furiously, not caring that she was kicking his thighs at all.Â
âTell me! Tell me! Tell me!âÂ
Her hands were frantically grasping at him. She was grabbing his arms, chest, and neck, pulling him closer to her squirming body as she was shouting while laughing.Â
âNo, ah, please stop!â She cried helplessly, hands fisting the shirt that rested on his body, and grabbing it so harshly it pulled his body forward, making him catch himself on his hands to not crash into her.
His eyes widened.Â
Her face was inches from his own as her hot, heavy breaths tickled his skin. Shocked eyes stared into him and he took in her features. Long dark eyelashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks as her lips, full and parted, began distracting him. Her dizzying scent filled his noseâ soft rose with a hint of sandalwood. He could feel the ghost of the rise and fall of her chest as her hands, still fisted in the fabric of the loaned shirt, trembled.Â
Beautiful. Â
Hesitantly, he reached up and traced the curve of her cheek. She closed her eyes, body shuddering as she leaned into his touch. Her skin was soft beneath his fingertips, and he let himself enjoy the feeling of her warmth seeping into his pores.Â
âYââ
Noir jumped between the spaces of their bodies and planted herself right on Y/nâs face. Satoru reluctantly removed himself from the scene, allowing Y/n to pluck Noir off of her.Â
âIâ what has gotten into you Noir?âÂ
The woman held the fluff ball right above her head. The feline flattened her ears while she swayed her tail back and forth.Â
âI think she doesnât like sharing her mom,â he suggested and she lifted a brow.Â
âOr maybe, my precious girl was saving me from my assailant.â She spoke in a baby voice, gently shaking Noir.
âDonât say it like that! It makes me sound like a creep.âÂ
She sat up, pulling Noir close to her chest as she placed a kiss on her head.Â
âYou attacked me, as far as I see it, I am speaking the truth.âÂ
Turning her head in pure defiance, the woman set down her cat as she stood, taking their finished bowls of soup with her.Â
âIf you just told me I wouldnât have attacked you!âÂ
âYou admit to your crime, then?â
âI plead the 5th.âÂ
What was that just now?
Satoru placed his hand on his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart. His cheeks felt hot, and he wasnât sure if it was from his sickness or the lingering scent of her perfume.Â
She scoffed and he heard the sound of water running. The only noise that filled the space was the sound of dishes being washed, and her making something. Once the woman returned, she was holding out a mug toward him while holding one of her own. He took the liquid from her hand, and she rejoined him on the couch.Â
Eyeing the cup, he noticed it was the same tea from earlier, but much less hot. Y/n fidgeted with the string of her tea, he watched as she brought her knees up to her chest, eyeing him sidelong.Â
âAbout earlier, I am sorry.âÂ
She lowered her dark eyelashes, eyes refusing to meet him as she took a sip of her tea.Â
âDonât apologize. I shouldnât have asked you something personal.âÂ
His response seemed to surprise her. She faltered for a moment, then set down her mug, slightly facing him. Satoru took a drink of his tea, the temperature pleasantly warm, easing his sore throat.Â
âItâs not that. Itâs just hard to talk about, my mind will suddenly go blank and I canât think.âÂ
She wrapped her hands around her knees, resting her cheek on them as she let her eyes meet his. Solitary sadness peered at him, whispering of isolation and numbed scars â a look he knew all too well.Â
âIt doesnât hurt me anymore, but forcing myself to relive memories is harder than coping with them. People always say talking about it makes it easier to deal with, but I think thatâs bullshit.âÂ
He laughed lightly at her words, making the corners of her mouth lift softly.Â
âI havenât talked to anyone about Suguru since it happened. I donât think they would understand me if I said what I was really thinking.âÂ
His finger traced the rim of the ceramic mug, memories of his youth playing in his mind.Â
âWhatever you feel, itâs valid. It doesnât matter if itâs right or wrong.âÂ
His chest suddenly felt tight. Her words eased some of the tension out of his shoulders, making him avoid her gaze.Â
âCan I ask you something?âÂ
She hummed in response and he swallowed his saliva. He needed to be careful, for he tended to be too insensitive at times.Â
âYou seem so at peace, but earlier, you lookedâŠâÂ
He couldnât find the right word.Â
Distraught, lost, fearful, horrified, panicked?  None of the words seemed to fit.
Y/n laughed, shaking her head, and letting it rest between her legs.Â
âYears of practice. Itâs a mask of sorts. I let myself forget most days, and itâs easier when I fall into a routine. But sometimes, something will trigger me, and I kind of just⊠Shut down? I donât know how to describe it, but I become numb to everything for a while.âÂ
Her words struck him. He placed his mug down and leaned forward, forearms on his thighs as he resonated with her.Â
âHow much do you know about the Jujutsu world?âÂ
Maybe we can relate to each other.Â
âThe basics. A lot of the times the Gojo family and the Six-Eyes came up in my research, but honestly, I skimmed through those bits, understanding almost nothing about it. Why do you ask?âÂ
She eyed him, and he inhaled deeply. Her stare was piercing; like she was dissecting him.Â
âI am the strongest sorcerer of this generation. I am also a teacher to the new generation. Iâll save you from the specifics, but my role is incredibly isolating. Naturally, I canât ever fail. There was a time when I thought I would be able to share this burden of power, but my dreams were crushed by the reality of my strength.âÂ
Satoru opened and closed his hands, familiar frustration rising in his chest.Â
He looked at her and that frustration vanished. She gazed at him with open sincerity. Kindness traced her features, listening to every word he said earnestly. No sign of awe or admiration, just pure intent on understanding him.Â
He cleared his throat.
âYou see, despite the blessings I have been given, not once has this power made a difference. When it mattered the most, I was unable to save those who I deeply cared for. So I smile, laugh, and pretend I am okay. But in truth, I want to destroy the system and people that have stolen the youth of so many, consequences be damned.âÂ
The truth of his words lingered in the air. The only way he could cope after Suguru was by dedicating himself to a new goal, something substantial that would transcend through generations.Â
âI canât claim to understand the isolation of power, I am just an average person. But, I do understand the loneliness and yearning for someone to understand youâŠâÂ
Finding her tea, she paused, took a deep breath, and then continued.Â
âI never knew my parents, I was an orphan. Whether they died or gave me up, I donât know. But I bounced around from one temporary home to another. Most werenât great. Some kept locks on the pantry and fridge so I couldnât eat. One would lock me in a small closet as a form of punishment, that is if they were too tired to hit me. Either way, thereâs not a lot of people who relate to that. So itâs isolating.â
Y/n softly smiled at him. No tears filled her eyes, despite the heavy words that left her lips. She just smiled sadly, eyelashes softly kissing her cheeks; it felt as if she was peering into his soul.Â
He didnât know what to say, so he took her hand in his, wrapping his fingers around hers, softly stroking her knuckles. She squeezed, soft skin hugging his own. He could feel the slightly rough texture of her fingertips as her warmth seeped into him, calling to his nerves. Â
She laughed lightly, shaking her head, setting some of her hair free of its confinement to frame her face. Again, he was struck by her alluring beauty.Â
âWhat?â the question left his lips in a breathless murmur.Â
âUsually, I canât talk about that without my heart beating out of my chest.âÂ
Without another word, she gently guided his palm to her chest, right above her heart. Subconsciously he held his breath as he felt the steady thrum of her heart. It softly beat against her chest, and he could feel it through the fabric of her shirt. Her lovely warmth kissed his skin, and he couldnât tear himself away.Â
She smiled.Â
âNo anxiety,â whispering in astonishment, her eyes searched his in wonder.Â
He was locked in her innocent gaze â eyes swirling with perplexed emotions.Â
Satoru smiled down at her, allowing her fingers to intertwine with his.Â
If only for now, let me be human.
âTell me more.âÂ
â
You spent the rest of your day exchanging stories of your youth with Satoru. Sometimes you laughed, and other times you teared up, but either way, you both listened to each other earnestly.Â
It was different somehow.Â
There was an ease to the flow of the conversation, and it washed away any lingering fear in your heart. It was like you could breathe for the first time â you could be you, and you didnât shy away from it.
âHow are you feeling?â
Having finished your 5th cup of tea, you were starting to get a little stir-crazy. Satoru seemed to be in higher spirits as his fever died down. From the looks of it, the medicine and his stupidly good genes fought off the germs quickly.Â
âBetter,âÂ
He sighed, stretching out his long limbs.Â
You pulled your eyes away from the sight, trying not to look at where the shirt had risen over his stomach.Â
âWell, would you like to join me for a walk?âÂ
Itâs a small offer, though asking still made you feel self-conscious. Your fingers fumbled with the damp tea-string idly, a welcomed distraction from the growing heat on your cheeks.Â
Itâs not like I am asking him on a date, so why am I getting so embarrassed? Â
Satoru gave you a knowing smile but then gestured to his clothes.Â
âJust like this? Fuzzy pink house slippers and all?âÂ
Rolling your eyes at his tease, you motion toward the bathroom.Â
âYour clothes and a toothbrush have been laid out since this morning. The outfit choice is yours to make. Brushing your teeth, however, is non-negotiable.âÂ
âOh, planning on stealing a kiss?âÂ
The male stands, and you now have to crane your neck to meet his gaze.Â
A smirk tugs at his lips, and it makes your mouth go dry. Despite the playfulness of his demeanor, there is something predatory in his eyes. He takes another step forward, invading your space. Not close enough to feel his breath on your skin, but it was the distance that lovers stood from each other.Â
Finding some bravado, you speak.Â
âFantasizing about me already?âÂ
You feign confidence by placing a hand on your hip while puffing out your bottom lip.Â
To say that youâre not attracted to this man would be an outright lie. Also, to say that you only have platonic feelings for him would be another lie. But you werenât going to let him know that, nor were you going to let him toy with your feelings.Â
Satoru's smirk doesnât falter, instead, he lowers his eyelashes elegantly, looking at you in the way men look at women theyâre enamored with.Â
âYou want to make those fantasies a reality?â his low, breathy voice caught you so off guard to the point your eyes widened and your cheeks became heated.Â
âIâ wha?â incoherent words fumbled out of your mouth.Â
Then Satoru laughed.Â
âYou should see your face!â he said between breaths, making you only blush harder.Â
Embarrassment rising in your chest, you kick his shin, grateful his magical protection bubble wasnât up.Â
âOw!âÂ
âDonât pretend to be hurt! Go change you bastard!âÂ
â
Cold night air nipped at the skin of your cheeks as you and Satoru walked silently side by side. The quiet was welcomed as you relished in the calm of the night. The warm glow of the street lights complimented the cool evening sky. Though only being just past 9, the streets were empty, which you appreciated.Â
Peeking at Satoru out of the corner of your eye, you smiled.Â
His eyes, beautiful and alluring in the night air, took in his surroundings. They seemed to be swallowing every detail, brain dissecting and memorizing the scene in front of him: Stone tiled streets lined with a mix of old and modern homes.Â
It made you wonder if he ever had moments of quiet like this. Because right now, he looked like a child who had never been outside a day in his life.Â
âDo you not go on walks often?â you ask, breaking him out of his reverie.Â
The male, with hair that of moonlight and eyelashes of silver, blinked â your words registering in his mind.Â
âItâs not that. Usually, I am on a mission. Itâs not often that the world is this slow .âÂ
Clasping your hands behind your back, you consider his words, trying to piece together an understanding.Â
âCare to elaborate with the class?âÂ
The need to understand was greater than your pride. Even if you were to come up with a plausible answer, your guess would be further from his truth â and every part of you screamed to know that truth.Â
You hear him chuckle under his breath, then he turns his eyes to the stars.Â
âMy eyes are special. To put it simply, they allow me to process everything around me at a much faster rate than the average person. So, usually, when I am out I am surveying my surroundings so much to the point where the simplicity of life is lost. Beautiful architecture no longer captures my eye, rather its existence becomes how I can use its shape to my advantage in a fightâŠâÂ
His eyes found yours as he held your curious stare side-long.Â
âBut right now, my mind is quiet. I canât remember the last time I felt like this. With you, everything seems to slow down. Almost to the point that I feel normal.âÂ
The sound of your skipped heartbeat filled your ears.Â
Unable to hold his burning gaze, you turned your eyes to the starry night sky.Â
The stars, bright and alive against midnight blue are surrounded by the white glow of the moon. They captured your attention â reminding you of the male at your side.Â
âI donât think I could ever see you as normal if I am being honest.â the words left your lips in a whisper.Â
âWhyâs that?âÂ
His voice was filled with innocent wonder, so you answered.Â
âEverything about you is unnaturally beautiful. Not a single feature that decorates your skin is flawed. Itâs like someone painted you into existence.âÂ
Perfect and unattainable. Something to be admired, but never to be kept.Â
Curiosity getting the better of you, you allowed your eyes to peer over at the tall male. He was smiling softly, eyes staring up at the night sky, the stars that rested there reflected in his irises.Â
It was like he was talking to the stars, and they glittered brilliantly in response.Â
âYou see me so poetically,â Satoru murmured, mostly to himself.Â
âHow do you see yourself, then?âÂ
The question left your lips before you could consider its weight. You watch as he takes a deep breath in, whether it is to calm himself or to simply enjoy the atmosphere, you canât tell.Â
âHonestly? Objectively, I know who I am and the weight of my power, itâs not fueled by ego or feigned confidence, itâs just a fact. But when I look at my reflection, itâs blurry. I canât see anything, because I resent myself. If I had just tried a little harder, been less selfish, and paid more attention, maybe things would have been different.âÂ
His honest words cracked your heart.Â
You silently grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers. He leaned into your touch, molding his hand to yours, thumb idly sweeping over the flesh. Unable to resist the smile that tugged at your lips, you let his warmth seep into your skin. Your hands swayed lightly, and to anyone else, you wouldâve looked like a couple.
If only for a short time, I will open my heart to you.
âYou know, someone once told me that you can choose to live in your past, to let it define you and your life. Or, you can learn from it and grow into the person youâre supposed to be, carrying the memories of those most precious with you. So, when I feel lost in the murky darkness of my thoughts I tell myself: I am not my past, it does not define me.âÂ
Youâve never been this raw with anyone. Part of you was fearful heâd laugh in your face, but the other part of you whispered for you to let go. To continue baring your soul, because with him, he made you feel seen .Â
Satoru tugged your hand, halting your movement, stopping both of you in place. You met his eyes, a sheepish smile on your lips as you tried to hide your embarrassment.Â
âYou are⊠A surprise.âÂ
There is a hint of shyness in his voice, which in turn made yours rise. The tips of your ears felt hot, but you couldnât pull away from his stare. You allowed yourself to be swallowed up in the moment, surrendering yourself to him under the gaze of the stars.Â
âMeeting your expectations?âÂ
You bite the flesh of your inner cheek, feeling naked under his knowing blue eyes.Â
âExceeding them and more,âÂ
His eyes folded kindly, white eyelashes kissing his cheeks as soft moonlight illuminated him in an otherworldly glow. You couldnât help but be swept away by his beauty â as if he was pure moonlight itself with dazzling stars for eyes. Â
For the second time this evening, your heart skipped a beat.Â
If you keep looking at me like that, I am going to fall for you, you idiot.Â
âLetâs go back, yeah?âÂ
With forced enthusiasm, you turn around to head back the way you came. A light laugh escaped his lips as he allowed you to pull his body, which you were grateful for.Â
What he didnât know was the act was to hide your deepening blush.Â
âYeah,âÂ
The evening ended and you went to bed feeling lighter than you had in years.Â
But in the morning, it vanished.Â
â
âGood morning,â you greeted him, having just finished freshening up for the day.
Satoru was dressed in the clothes you met him in, with the addition of a black blindfold covering his eyes. You saw that your couch was arranged the way it was previously, and Noir was eating her breakfast.Â
He cleaned and fed my cat. Â
âMorning,â his voice was somewhat distant, so you stood in front of him, placing your hands on your hips.Â
âYou leaving?âÂ
The fabric of his mask rises. Taking it as you surprised him, you rolled your eyes.Â
âI have to go back,â Satoru answered and you nod your head, taking a deep breath.Â
Itâs not like you didnât expect this. However, after yesterday, you knew you were going to miss him.Â
âI see. Thank you for cleaning up and feeding Noir.â You say pleasantly, trying to make your voice bright. There was no way you were going to let your feelings show. It isnât fair to him.Â
Satoru took off his blindfold and stood, taking your face in his hands.
The sudden contact surprised you, but you didnât pull away. Instead, you steeled yourself, forcing your eyes to meet his.Â
âYou donât have to put on an act, Y/n.â his thumbs rubbed the soft skin of your cheeks as his eyes, endless sparkling blue, stared into you.Â
You let out a small laugh, allowing yourself to lean into his touch. Closing your eyes, you begin committing him to memory â The callouses that peppered his hands, the warmth of his skin, the faint scent of fresh summer rain.Â
âYou donât have to make it harder, you know.âÂ
Your words left your lips in a whisper, barely audible to yourself. But he heard it, tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes.Â
âIs it so hard to let me know that youâll miss me?âÂ
His thumb traced your lower lip, and you shivered, tucking away that memory, too.Â
âYes, because then Iâll be admitting something to myself I am not ready to face.âÂ
With eyes stinging, you smiled sadly, drinking in his features for the last time. Soft and elegant with eyes that looked at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered.Â
Let him go.
Lightly wrapping your hands around his wrists, you pull his hands away from your face, separating your bodies.Â
âPlease, go, and be safe.â Satoru nods.Â
Donât leave. Â
âGoodbye, Y/n.â
I know I donât belong in your world.
âGoodbye, Satoru.â
Will you miss me?
Leaning down, Satoru pressed his lips to your head. The soft, warm pressure made your skin tingle as his scent invaded your senses, giving you a false sense of safety. He lingered for a moment, hand brushing down your arm, making you bite your lip to hide your helpless whimper.
You closed your eyes and felt his warmth disappear. Only when you heard the â click â of the door did you allow your tears to fall.Â
Curling up into a ball on the couch, you hugged your knees, crying into your skin. Your heart felt like it was breaking into two.Â
He was never mine, to begin with, so why did I get so attached? Â
His scent lingered on the couch and you clung to it like a child, desperate and hopeless. You couldnât breathe, and you were sure you were shouting. Noir came to comfort you, soft body brushing up against yours as you cried violently.Â
Thatâs the first time he said my nameâŠÂ
â
Satoru had to force himself to walk away. Her cries reached him through the door, and it took everything in him not to turn around.Â
When she told him to leave, her eyes begged him to stay. When he kissed her forehead, drinking in her scent for the last time, he felt her small body tremble. While he walked away, his heart screamed at him to turn around, to pull her into his arms and soothe her pain.Â
But that would only make it worse.Â
Because their reality is that she is just a normal girl, and he is the strongest sorcerer of his time. Their worlds are completely different, and she would be in danger if he allowed her to be close to his heart.Â
And he wasnât about to allow himself to lose another person to his strength.Â
Fall in love with someone else and be happy, Y/n.
â
âWhy do we keep stopping in cafes, you donât even drink coffee,â Megumi asks begrudgingly, but Satoru simply waves a nonchalant hand.Â
I thought I saw herâŠÂ
âI just canât help but chase the sweet smell of mochi!âÂ
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Satoru continues his leisure walk with his student. He hears Megumi let out a deep sigh â clearly getting more fed up with him.Â
âWhere are we going anyway? Youâve been shut in your office ever since you came back from your âpersonal matterâ. Why drag me outside with you all of a sudden?â another long sigh accompanied by an eye roll.Â
âI needed some fresh air and wanted company.âÂ
It was half of the truth, but he was leading them to a training ground so they could have a private conversation. Too many untrustworthy ears at Jujutsu High.Â
âYou really need friends your age. Or get a girlfriend, youâre getting old. At this point, youâre going to die alone.âÂ
Before he could get offended, a woman in an army green bomber jacket and a book in her hand walks right by him.Â
Without thinking Satoru turns around and grabs the womanâs wrist. Her frightened eyes peer up at him and his heart sinks for the 10th time today.Â
âU-Um, excuse me, do I know you?âÂ
Not Y/n.Â
Megumi yanks him by his collar. Satoru let him, of course, but nonetheless, he yanked hard .
âSorry maâam, he confused you for someone else, forgive him.âÂ
The boy didnât even wait for the womanâs response, he walked, dragging Satoru with him.Â
âWhat the hell is wrong with you today?â Megumi whisper-yelled, spitting venom in his direction.Â
Satoru sighed, letting his brief defeat wash over him as he righted himself. He put infinity back up, moving his studentâs hand away from his frame, no longer wanting to feel the touch of another person.Â
âI rather die alone.âÂ
That was all he said for the rest of their walk, pointedly ignoring every cafe they walked by.Â
Fated Encounter: Gojo Satoru x Reader (SMUT! Mature/Explicit)
Rating: Mature/Explicit (Sexual Scenes)
Summary: You meet a mysterious man in a club, and things quickly become heated. However, you get interrupted before things can go too far. The next day you're in for a surprise when you meet the man again, but he's who you're supposed to build a report on.
Now, if you've read my previous work I like giving a backstory before you get heat. Because my little soft brain loves a good lil romance. NO SPOILERS.
Word count: 17k+
âY/n where are you? Why can I hardly hear you? Whatâs with that loud music?â your partner, Kaito, asked quizzically into the phone but you only smiled.Â
Strobe lights and base-filled music sounded all around you. Hot sticky bodies pressed together, dancing to the beat like no one else in the room existed.Â
âOh, well I may be in a club~â you answered cheerily, plopping down on your seat at the bar, leather mini skirt climbing up your thighs.Â
âClub? Are you crazy? What if something happens to you?â you could hear him sigh, the image of the blonde popping into your head.Â
A giggle escaped your throat as you brought the speaker close to your gloss-covered lips.
âKaito, are you implying that I am too weak to protect myself, hm?â though your tone was light, a deadly edge kissed your words.Â
âIâ No. Fine, just donât do anything stupid. Our mission startsââÂ
You hung up the phone, happily stuffing it into your purse as you caught the bartender's eye. With a sultry smile, you lowered your lashes while curling your finger, signaling him to come over.
âWhat can I get you to miss?â the burly man asked, a pleasant smile on his lips while his eyes took in your figure ever so slightly.Â
Trying to remain professional I see.
Placing your elbows on the black light table, you laced your fingers together and gently rest your chin on them. With the slight cock of your head you smiled.
âA water please,âÂ
The manâs eyes widened. Clearly, he was expecting you to drink alcohol.Â
âAnything else?âÂ
âNope, just the water. A woman like me has to stay hydrated.â sending him a wink the male laughed bashfully, quickly grabbing a glass while eyeing you. Â
âIce?âÂ
You bit your lip and pretended to think. Enjoying the way a blush crept up on the manâs cheeks.Â
âHm, maybe just a little.â you batted your wispy eyelashes externally, while internally you were laughing.Â
My, you all are such easy creatures.
The man quickly filled your glass with water and handed it to you. He lingered for a moment, then attended to his next customer.Â
âI think you enjoyed that too much,â a low voice called from your left.Â
Smiling, you slowly turned your head to find a man with silver hair and a blindfold. He wore a white button-down shirt that tightly clung to his muscles. The first three buttons were undone exposing some of his pale sculpted chest. His hands, which that of his face rested in, were covered in black half gloves.Â
Interesting style choice.
âAnd you are?â you drew your words out to sound curious while making your tone purposefully disinterested. You watched as the man's eyebrows rose. Whether it was from surprise or amusement, you didnât know, due to his eyes being obscured.Â
âNot important. How boutâ I buy you a drink?â he pulled his full lips into a smirk.Â
Ah, a womanizer. This will be fun.Â
âIâll pass. You see, I donât drink.â you now fully turned your body to him, resting your head on your fingers as you crossed your legs. You watched as he slowly took in your figure, starting from your high heels, thighs, hips, and chest, then finally resting on your face. You returned his smirk.Â
âYou like what you see, Mr. Stranger.â you used your manicured toes to tap your heel against the bottom of your foot, to feign being bored. You know it didnât go unnoticed, because he seemed to smile more.Â
âPerhaps, but if you donât drink then why are you here?â you noted the sweet cream-filled buns on the counter, but no alcohol.Â
Thank you for falling for my bait.
âI like to dance. Care to indulge with me?â You held out your hand with nails painted red to the man as you awaited his response.
âGladly,âÂ
The man placed his hand in yours. The fabric of his gloved fingers tickled your skin as they wrapped around your palm. You clicked your tongue, looking at his gloves.Â
âYou plan on denying me skinship all night?â you pouted lightly, making a show of puffing your bottom lip while softening your eyes.Â
He laughed, standing up as he gently guided you out of your seat. You noticed now, even with your heels on, how much taller he was. The man let go of your hand, ensuring to back up a couple of steps so you could have a front-row seat of him peeling off his gloves with his teeth.Â
You let a satisfied smile pull on your lips, watching as he exposed his long and elegant fingers to you. He neatly folded the gloves and placed them in his pocket, now extending his hand toward you.Â
Placing your hand in his you had to hide the jolt that went through you. Though his fingers were calloused, the rough texture against your skin felt oddly nice as his warmth seeped into your flesh.Â
âYou gonna keep that blindfold on too?â you asked sweetly, giving his fingers a little squeeze as he led your bodies deeper into the crowd.Â
Suddenly, he pulled your body into his by your hips. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen press against your full chest. Despite yourself, you blushed knowing that if he looked down, he could get a good view from your low-cut shirt. His hand found your face, forcing you to look up at him with the tilt of your chin.
âMost women like the mystery,â he mused, thumb tracing your lower lip as his other hand lightly gripped your hip, moving your body to the music.
You hummed lightly, taking your hands and running it over the expanse of his chest, enjoying the feel of his lithe body.Â
âI am not like most women,â you tease, taking his thumb between your teeth and lightly pressing it down on the pad.Â
He laughed, then bent down so he was at eye level with you. Ever-so-slightly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and lifted the left corner of the blindfold, exposing a brilliant blue eye. You wanted to stop moving to stare. But instead, you smirked, shrugging your shoulders lightly.Â
Damn, heâs handsome.
Smiling he let the fabric fall back over his eye, hands refinding your hips, continuing to move your bodies to the music.Â
âNo you are not like most women, Ms. Stranger.â he dug his fingers a little harder into the leather of your skirt, and you returned the favor by dragging your nails down the ripples of his clothed muscles.Â
You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of the music, the press of his warm body against yours, the feeling of his strong hands against your hips.Â
Letâs see if I can make you fold.Â
Opening your eyes you could feel his gaze on you so you smirked. Swaying your hips back and forth, you drew them in small circles as you started your slow, snaking descent to the ground. You ensured to keep what you would assume would be eye contact as you hovered your face dangerously close to his clothed legs.Â
He watched you, hands trailing up your arms and then to your face.Â
âSuch a pretty thing,â he mused, fingers tangling in your hair as you snaked your way back up his body.Â
âThank you, a compliment from a man like you means a lot.â you smile sweetly, turning your body so your ass was pressed against his leg. You take your hands and lace them around his neck as you slowly grind your body against his.Â
Hot breath kisses your ear as his hands grip your waist, moving his hips in time with yours, pulling you deeper into the press of his body. You hear him groan when you arch your back, ass going higher, brushing his semi-hard length.Â
Having fun are you?Â
You smiled to yourself as you brought your hands higher, fingers playing with the soft strands of his hair. Music thrummed all around you, but all you could feel was him. The smell of jasmine mixed with sweat filled your nose. His breath enticed your skin, and his fingers that gripped your waist gave you goosebumps. You leaned your head back against him, losing yourself in the moment.Â
He expertly teased you, fingers crawling down your thighs, lightly ghosting over your soft flesh. You shivered against him as he continued to light small trails of fire over your skin, his hands exploring any exposed part of you.Â
You two moved in unison for a while, bodies tangled, sweat coating your flesh as your breaths became heavy, mixing with one another. Somehow, one way or another, you found yourself pressed against a wall in the corner of the club.Â
The walls shook from the music, the vibrations tickling the skin of your back. His hands were on your hips as his face stood inches from your own, his lips a tongue distance away.Â
âYouâre quite the tease,â he playfully said, the tips of his thumbs dipping into the waistband of your skirt as he pressed a knee between your legs, spreading them for him.Â
You let out a shuddering breath, but you didnât let your smirk falter.Â
âWhat? You gonna take me right here? You seem like a smart man, I think we both know thatâs not a good idea.â you purred, ensuring to make your voice seductive as you squinted your eyes up at him.Â
Whether it was from curiosity, or being drunk off of him, you pulled his blindfold off. Taking the soft fabric to the nape of his neck to lock his head into place, pulling him impossibly closer.Â
Blue eyes stared at you heatedly. His eyes were like the clearest sapphires; rare and impossible to obtain.
The sight alone made your toes curl.Â
âI donât think you want to find out what I can do to you.â he trailed a slow finger up your stomach. It made your knees weak and your core ache. You never took men home. Really, you just enjoyed watching them crumble. You hadnât had sex in months, but this manâs touch made your nerves sing in pleasure. You wondered what else he could do. If he could satisfy you.Â
âOn the contrary, I donât think you want to know what I can do to you. I donât want to hurt that precious ego of yours.â you rubbed your nose affectionately against his, earning yourself a breathless laugh that tickled your lips.Â
âTry meââ
Ring Ring RingÂ
Shit.Â
Ring Ring RingÂ
âI think you should get that, miss.â without breaking eye contact, he plucked your phone from your purse, handing it to you with a knowing smile.
You sighed, swiping the green answer button and pressing the device to your ear.Â
âWhat?â you snapped into the phone but your anger subsided when the man pressed his lips to your neck. Your stomach fluttered at the sudden feeling as your hands clenched around his blindfold, a desperate attempt to hide your gasp.Â
âYou havenât checked into your hotel. Itâs late, go now or Iâm reporting you to HQ.â Kaito snapped at you, anger clear and evident in his tone.Â
The man smiled into your skin, licking a trail to your ear.Â
You cocky little shit.Â
âFine, I am leaving now. Donât get your tidy whities into a twist, Kai.â without waiting for his response, you hung up the phone.Â
Taking the blindfold, you placed it neatly back over his head, ruffling the top lightly. He pulled his head back from your neck, a light pout on his lips.Â
âDuty calls. It truly was a pleasure.â you draw out the last words as you trace your finger down the sweaty flesh of his chest.Â
He smiled and took your hand, pressing his lips lightly to your knuckles.Â
âWill I see you again?â he asks and you turn your hand, gripping his angular face in your small hand.Â
âWho knows? Maybe next time you can show me what you can do.âÂ
With a wink, you left the tall man standing dumbfounded while you internally cursed, feeling your heat drip down your inner thighs.Â
Fucking Kaito, you owe me gourmet sushi for this one.Â
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âY/n, oh thank god I was getting worried!â You rolled your eyes, plucking off your heels in the middle of the hotel lobby and throwing them at Kaito.Â
He wore his pajamas to greet you, which only annoyed you further.
âPiece of trash, I was having a good time. You owe me sushi for possibly missing some really good dick.â Kaito looked mortified at your words. His face was that of a child walking in on their parents having sex.Â
âOh donât look like that. Youâve brought women back and fucked them in hotel rooms right next to mine. At least Iâm classy and go somewhere else while youâre a bottom feeder.â you held your hand out to him while aggressively snapping your fingers to your palm.Â
âWhat?â he shouted at you, red-faced from embarrassment.Â
âRoom key fuck face.â the realization hit him. He slapped the card into your hand and stormed off to the elevator.Â
You picked up your heels and nimbly followed him, cold marble tiles kissing your throbbing feet while you read the room number on the plastic card.Â
âYouâre so insufferable,â he huffed, jamming the metal up arrow. The golden doors opened as you both stepped in, pressing your floor numbers, grateful to find that you were on different floors.Â
âActually, I am quite likable. Everyone likes me, aside from you, of course~â you wiggle your fingers in his face, and he swats your hand away.
âCorrection. People just want to fuck you. That is not the same.â he sighed, taking a hand through his hair.Â
âNot true, in the workforce I am well-liked.â you counter, knowing full well you are the first person they call when they need shit done.Â
The elevator stopped on his floor and he looked at you over his shoulder obviously annoyed.Â
â5 a.mââ
âSharp. Yeah, yeah. Go get your beauty sleep.â you shooed him away and watched as his shoulders dropped. He was done with conversations for the night.Â
Once the doors closed, you leaned your back against the cool mirror as you let your body slump. You took the ends of your hair in your hand, idly twisting it as you let the night settle over you. Peering down at your phone you saw it was 0330, inwardly cursing yourself for getting too caught up in the moment.Â
DingÂ
The elevator doors opened and you padded over to your room. 1002 was the number you mindlessly looked for.Â
I shouldâve kissed him.Â
You thought while sighing, prying the door to your room open. You found that your suitcase was already in the room. It was always like this. The higher-ups controlled every aspect of your life, you wouldnât even be surprised if the room had hidden cameras.Â
Throwing your purse on the desk you peeled yourself out of your sticky clothes then squatted down to your suitcase, rummaging through it until you obtained your personal hygiene items.
You lazily made your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower to a near-boiling heat as you set up your skincare and haircare items. Youâll be staying in Tokyo for three months, so you want to try to keep things as neat as possible in this hotel room.Â
Stepping into the shower, you hummed blissfully at the kiss of the hot rain on your skin. You tilted your head back, enjoying the feeling of the water running down your flesh, ebbing the tension out of your muscles.
I wonder if Iâll run into him again.Â
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âEh? What do you mean foreign military officials are coming here?â Satoru asked, not quite believing in Yagaâs words.Â
âAs I said, theyâre coming here to monitor Yuujiâs condition. As the strongest, you're expected to keep your eye on them. Especially since heâs your student.â Yagaâs stern voice had no room for argument, causing Satoru to roll his eyes and press his back against the wall.Â
To be honest, he wasnât fully mentally present today. He kept thinking about the woman he met last night. From the plush of her thighs down to the gasps she tried to stop from escaping her full lips. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her.Â
âSatoru, did you hear me?â Yaga sighed, knocking him out of his thoughts.Â
âHuh? Something about them being here soon?â he only guessed at what he said, and his guess was correct.Â
âYes, so go and greet them. Iâll get Yuuji.â without waiting for a response his old teacher left.Â
Satoru sighed, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and made his way to the main gate. It was a warm Spring day and he enjoyed the quiet peace that surrounded him. He turned his blindfolded eyes to the sky, drinking in the endless soft blue that stretched for miles.Â
He sensed her before he saw her.Â
Opening his eyes wide, he shot his eyes in the direction of the cursed energy, praying that he was correct. He followed the flow of the energy to the young woman, dressed in an all-black suit, hair neatly pulled back into a tight bun, as none of her jewelry decorated her ears. If he didnât have his Six-Eyes telling him that this woman was the same as the one he met last night, he wouldnât have been able to tell it was the same person.Â
Once her eyes saw him, she hesitated for half a second, then continued her conversation with the blonde male standing next to her. He relaxed his posture and tried to find his nonchalant mask. He couldnât react the way he did last night, even if his body was immediately responding to her presence.
He cleared his throat when the two approached. She eyed him out of the corner of her eye whereas the blonde man standing next to her looked at him like he was a god. Slowly, she turned her head to him, eyes immediately finding his despite the blindfold he was wearing.Â
âAre you the foreign military officials?â Satoru asked, already knowing the answer. The womanâs face was cold and indifferent, again, another stark contrast to last night.Â
âYes, Iâm L/N F/N and this is Ishiikawaia Kaito. Weâre here concerning your student Itadori Yuuji.â She spoke calmly and professionally. Her shoulders were drawn back and her back was straight. But all he could recall was her figure, slightly leaning over her knees, eyes daring him to challenge her.Â
Finally, a name to that face.Â
âIâm Gojo Satoru, but donât mind me too much. Iâm just a teacher here.â She narrowed her eyes at his words, clearly recognizing the name. However, she just motioned for him to lead the way.Â
âSir, how can you say youâre just a teacher? Youâre the strongest sorcerer of this generation.â The man, Ishiikawaia, called excitedly.Â
A fan it seems.Â
âKaito, weâre here on business. Save your fangirling for later.â Y/n chided forcing Satoru to hide his smile.Â
âI donât mind, Iâll answer any questions you have.â He smiled innocently as he led them further into Jujutsu High's grounds, painfully aware of her stare.Â
Soon, Yaga and Yuuji came into view.Â
Why does she have to be in the military?Â
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Iâm fucked. This is fucked. Why is he here, and why is he him?Â
You couldnât quell your thoughts. The man that you had teased and danced with last night was in front of you, and he was none other than Gojo Satoru; the man you are specifically tasked to study. Your fingers itched as you recalled the feeling of his hair. Your hips ached, wanting his strong hands to hold them, and your core throbbed, remembering the warm press of his wet tongue along your neck.Â
Why why why. Maybe he doesnât remember me. Itâs possible, he hasnât shown any knowing behavior. But itâs hard to tell with that blindfold.Â
The others were talking around you, saying their introductions while you were completely lost in your own thoughts.Â
âMs. L/N?â His low voice called to you, pulling you out of your thoughts.Â
âYes?â You asked coolly, thanking yourself for the years of practicing to make your features indifferent. You watched as he gave you a slow knowing smile.Â
Oh, he knows. He definitely knows.Â
âYouâll come with me and Itadori. Heâs my precious student after all.â He smiled at you, and though he came off as aloof, you now knew it was an act.Â
âOf course. Itâs better if someone is there anyways. The more witnesses the better.â You say, deciding you were going to find a new way to tease him. If he was going to subtly poke and prod you, you were going to return the favor.Â
âW-Witness?â The pink-haired boy, Itadori Yuuji, said. It was clear he was nervous. So you smiled at him, the first smile you showed this group of people.Â
âDonât worry. I only have a few questions for you. I understand quite a lot has happened since you became Ryomen Sakuna's vessel. I only wish to have a clearer picture.â You ensured your tone was warm and welcoming. Having the boy scared of you would accomplish nothing.Â
âRight this way,â Gojo said, leading the three of you away from Kaito and the school's principal, whose name you failed to hear.Â
âHow long have you been in Tokyo?â Gojo asked you, head straightforward as he acted as a staggered buffer between you and his student.Â
Iâm not going to kill the kid.Â
âTokyo? I arrived yesterday. As for Japan, Iâve been stationed here for three years. Though Iâm mainly based in Okinawa, I travel throughout the continent.â You answered honestly, trying to clip most of his questions in the bud.Â
He hummed in response, tapping his finger on his chin.Â
âSo youâre not from Japan?â Itadori asked before Gojo could. So you sighed and nodded.Â
âI am from the States.â You answered and both the boys nodded, as if the picture they were painting of you became clearer.Â
The three of you entered a wooden room with a desk in its center. Two chairs sat on one side and a single chair decorated the other. You tried to make for the single seat, but Itadori beat you to it. The boy nervously sat down as you and Gojo sat across from him.Â
âTo start,â you smoothed your hands over the table, bringing them in and lacing your fingers together. You tried to push your leg into Gojoâs, but you felt an invisible barrier.Â
âIâm not here to hurt you. We have no interest in taking your life, for we believe it has value.â You spoke your practiced corporate words, and they still tasted foul in your mouth.Â
Gojoâs knee brushed yours under the table and you had to hide your shock. Just a moment ago, you tried to do the same thing, but it didnât connect.Â
The Infinity then. The report on him did say it was active at all times. So is he purposely dropping it? Or can he touch me but I canât touch him?
âWhat do you want to know? Iâll answer any question.â Itadori said, his eyes bright and full of resolve. You felt bad for a moment, having to make him relive his past for you already knew everything based on the reports.Â
Gojos hand found your knee, squeezing it lightly as if encouraging you.Â
âEverything,âÂ
â
By the end, Itadori was in tears. You reached across the table and took his hand in yours, giving it a pat for comfort.Â
âThank you for being so honest. Do you need anything?â You asked softly, unable to be cold toward the crying young man. Gojo was now rubbing your thigh softly. There was no heat in his touch, just soothing comfort.Â
âNo. Thank you for listening.â He wiped his eyes aggressively, and you drew your hand back, resting it on Gojoâs, entwining your fingers with his.Â
âItadori, do you mind if I have a moment with your teacher?â His eyes went wide and Gojoâs hand halted its movement.Â
Why are both of you so surprised?Â
âOf course. If he tries anything weird just scream.âÂ
You almost laughed, but you didnât. You only nodded, your cue for him to exit the room.Â
Once you couldnât hear the boy's footsteps, you turned your head toward the white-haired male. You allowed a small smile to tug on your lips, and he returned it with a smirk.Â
âWe meet again, Gojo Satoru.â You say slowly, tasting his name out on your tongue, ensuring to draw out every letter of his name. He smiled further, his hand trailing to your inner thigh, long fingers wrapping around the clothed flesh.Â
âI must admit, I would have never guessed youâre a high-ranking military official.â He mused, taking his free hand and placing it under your chin, tilting your face upwards.Â
Crossing your legs to trap his hand between your thighs, you sighed. The warmth of his hand seeped through your pants down to your skin, and you enjoyed every minute of it.Â
âItâs a small detail. But I could say the same for you. Special-Grade sorcerer born with both the Six-Eyes and Limitless technique. I guess we both kept our identities a secret for a multitude of reasons.â You tapped your finger on the desk, showing the same amount of impatience as you did last night. He chuckled at the sight and grabbed your leg harder.
âWhy can I touch you?â You hummed, taking that same finger and trailing it along his sharp jawline. He leaned into your touch as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb.Â
âSimple, itâs because I want you to.â His low breathy voice caused your heart to skip a beat, which you cursed yourself for.Â
âTell me, Y/n. Do you mix work and pleasure?â He asked as he wrapped his hand around your neck. You bit your lip, hiding the small moan from the warm sensation and the sound of your name leaving his lips.
Lowering your eyelashes, you ran your tongue along your bottom lip, ensuring he was watching your every movement.Â
âNever,â you whispered to him and he smiled, hand tightening around your throat.Â
âWeâll see about thatââÂ
He pulled away from you, separating your bodies as Kaito and the principal entered the room. Kaito immediately gave you a questioning stare, which you returned with an annoyed one.Â
âHow did your meeting go?â The principal asked you, and you immediately stood and shook his hand.Â
âWell. Thank you for affording us the opportunity to speak to him.â You said to him gratefully. He nodded his head, being the first to let go of your hand.Â
âYour partner was explaining to me that you will be helping us with upcoming missions. We will be pleased if you could afford us your skills.â Though his tone was pleasant, it was unyielding. No room for negotiation.Â
You tightened your smile.Â
âOf course,âÂ
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âCome on give me your number~â Satoru called to y/n, who was expertly trying to ignore him. She weaved her way through Jujutsu Highâs campus, leaving her partner to stay behind to talk to Yaga. They were walking through the halls that housed the classrooms.
âIf you need to communicate with me, you can do so through your principal.â She sighed and he watched as she rolled her shoulders back, as if she was trying to mentally shake him off.Â
Turning off Infinity, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the classroom, relishing the look of surprise on her face. Placing his hands under her arms he put her on the desk while stepping between her legs, effectively locking her in place.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â she hissed at him, though her eyes danced with amusement.Â
âYouâre not leaving this room till you give me your number.â for emphasis, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled out his phone.Â
She rolled her eyes but she smiled, shaking her head.Â
âYouâre quite demanding, you know.â she tutted, placing her fingers on his abdomen, slowly walking them up his stomach.Â
âOne of my many charms,â he chirped, suppressing a groan.Â
âWhat if I say no, hm?â she mused, looking up at him through dark wispy eyelashes while blinking innocently. His body responded to her touch, tingling where her fingers lightly trailed his clothed skin.Â
âIâll make you wish you said yes,â he whispered in a hushed tone, bringing his face closer to hers. Her smell filled his senses, wild gardenia, and white tea. Soft and sweet, entirely intoxicating. Y/n only smirked, slightly tilting her head to the side while her fingers enclosed the high neckline of his jacket, pulling him closer.Â
âIs that a threat, or a promise?â she purred, lightly brushing her fingers over his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He chuckled then trailed his fingers up her spine, stopping to cup the nape of her neck.Â
âNeither. Itâs a fact.âÂ
Right when he went to kiss her, the door rolled open to reveal a mortified Megumi.Â
As quick as they could, they untangled themselves. Y/n hopped off the desk, smoothing her pants while Satoru opened his arms wide for his student.Â
âMegummiiii~!â he cheerily called, running up to his student. Megumi placed up a hand, shaking his head as a blush crept up on his cheeks.Â
âNot only are you an idiot but youâre a pervert. In a classroom, really? What kind of fantasies do you have playing in that brainless head?â he huffed and Satoru smiled.Â
âWell, there is this one that I wanted to try itâsââ
âI am going to find the nearest bridge and jump off it.â quickly turning on his heels, he walked away from the scene he just witnessed.Â
Satoru sighed and ran his hand through his hair.Â
Shit that was close, if he came in any later I wouldnât have cared.Â
âAnother precious student?â Y/n asked with a smile, sliding a piece of paper into his hand.Â
âYeah, even if he sucks the fun out of everything. Whatâs this?â he opened the sheet, looking at the numbers written there.Â
She stepped in front of his vision, went up on her tippy toes, placed a kiss on his cheek, and walked away. He was too stunned to reach out to her. All he could feel was the soft warm press of her lips.Â
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âWhy were you alone with the head of the Gojo clan? What were you doing?â Kaito asked you as he drove the two of you back to your hotel. You simply turned up the music and looked out the passenger window.Â
âHello? Are you just going to ignore me now? Did you fuck him?âÂ
Does he think I am some kind of easy whore? Why does he think I fuck anyone I meet?
âNo, I didnât fuck him. I asked him questions. If you recall, I am to gain information on his strengths and weaknesses.â you said begrudgingly, mad that he was the person you needed to get close to. Not because you didnât want to get to know him, but because it made you feel gross; like you were using him.Â
âRight, in bed maybe.â Kaito teased, adding fuel to your fire.Â
âListen here you fake blonde piece of shit. If you have a problem say it, then we can take it outside.â you were fed up with his quips. If you needed to beat him bloody for him to stop, you would.Â
âYou that touch starved, y/n? I didnât know you were that lonely~âÂ
Without warning, you grabbed his earlobe and twisted harshly. Kaito cursed and grabbed the wheel tightly, ensuring to keep the car steady.Â
âOw ow ow! Stop it, I am driving are you crazy?!â he cried helplessly while trying to shake your iron grip.Â
âOh, you thought because youâre behind the wheel youâd be safe? Nah. Apologize or itâs your pepperoni nipples next.â you twisted his ear harder and he whimpered, nodding his head.Â
âYouâre right! Iâm sorry, I wonât say it again!âÂ
You let go of his angry flesh with the rough flick of your wrist, slumping in your seat.Â
âI want sushi,â you mumbled grumpily.Â
âOkay? Go get sushi.â he sighed, rubbing his ear. You clicked your tongue.Â
âYouâre paying.âÂ
âFine.â
âFine.âÂ
â
âHey! Stop ordering so much food!â Kaito cried as you continued adding things to the cart via the order pad.Â
âHuh? I canât hear you.â you teased, finishing up the last bit of your order, holding your hand up for his card. The male sighed and aggressively placed the platinum card in your hand.Â
This is giving me DejaVu.
âThe company card, huh? You sure are brave~â popping the card into the chip slot, you happily kicked your legs.Â
I love free food.
âWe get fixed expenses every month, you know that. Since youâre on this mission they gave us even more.â he sighed, sipping on his beer.Â
Ding Ding Ding
You looked down at your phone, you received a text from an unknown number.Â
âYou miss me yet?â
You chuckled, ensuring to open the message so he could see you read it, then placed your phone back in your purse.Â
Letâs see how fast you squirm, Gojo Satoru.Â
âWhat are you smiling so creepily about?â Kaito eyed you sidelong and your face dropped. You kicked his shin, becoming increasingly annoyed by his presence.Â
âI canât smile?â You quip, sucking on your teeth.Â
âNo, itâs creepyâ Ow! Stop kicking me.âÂ
âWell then stop saying useless things.âÂ
Ding Ding Ding
âYou ignoring me, Y/n? Thatâs not very nice, youâre going to make me cry!âÂ
You tried to imagine him crying, but you couldnât.Â
âI am eating dinner, Iâll text you later.âÂ
âDinner? Where? I'll join you.âÂ
âSome sushi restaurant downtown. Come if you dare, Kaitoâs company is riveting.âÂ
You dropped him the location of the restaurant, doubting he will even show up.Â
âWho are you texting?â Kaito asked, still obviously creeped out by you. As he spoke the food was placed on the table. He looked like he was going to cry by the amount of dishes being presented.Â
Itâs not even your money, bastard.Â
âNone of your business,â you chided, picking up your chopsticks and clicking them in his face. He waved a dismissive hand, picking up his own chopsticks while deciding what to eat first.Â
âWas it Gojo Satoru?â he asked and you sighed, even though he was right he was annoying.Â
âWhy are you asking?â you popped a piece of sushi in your mouth.Â
âBecause heâs right behind you.âÂ
You turned your head so quickly that you nearly choked on your food.Â
That was way too fast.Â
Gojo caught your eye and walked up to your table, gracefully sliding in next to you with a smile.Â
âHey! I didnât know you guys were here, you shouldâve invited me!â Kaito only raised a brow, clearly not convinced.Â
âMhm, order what you want.â he placed the card in Gojoâs large hand. He laughed heartily as he reached across the table, a long arm passing your face as he grabbed the tablet.Â
You quietly ate your food while feeling dumbstruck. One, you didnât think heâd show up, two, you didnât think heâd show up this quickly.Â
âSo, Gojo, what brings you here?â Kaito asked as a piece of tuna sashimi quickly got placed in his mouth after his question.Â
âHmm,â Gojo hummed, finishing his order, and placing the tablet back in its original place. As he leaned back into his seat, he brushed his fingers down your arm.Â
âI wanted to grab a bite to eat, Y/nâs questioning went pretty long after all.â he enclosed his fingers around yours, gently playing with the tips of your fingers.Â
âYouâre on a first-name basis? I didnât know you two were that close.â
Kaito you bastard.Â
Gojo laughed lightly, shaking his head.Â
âNon-Japanese last names are hard for me to pronounce smoothly, so she allowed me to call her by her first name. Is that a problem, Ishiikawaia?â Gojoâs voice turned cold, even causing you to shiver. You eyed him, although if his voice was so cold just now he was smiling brightly.Â
âN-No, I am sorry.â Kaito decided his beer was more interesting because he downed the whole pint.Â
Gojoâs food came to the table and you all ate in relative silence.Â
âY/n, do you have anything planned after this?â he asked, turning to you as he munched on a Daifuku mochi. You donât know why, but the sight of this man liking sweets made your heart squeeze.Â
âNo, I donât. Why?â You say slowly, cocking your head to the side playfully, knowing Kaito was gaping at you.Â
âI want to show you around Tokyo.â He smirked at you, popping a finger into his mouth, slowly licking the powder off of the digit. You swallowed, throat suddenly feeling dry.
âI think I can fit you into my schedule,â you say sweetly, swirling your finger around the rim of your glass of water. Meanwhile, Kaito couldnât hide his absurd expression.Â
âYouâre crazy, Y/n. If they hear about thisââ
You whipped your head toward your partner, staring him down. He stopped speaking mid-sentence.
âHow, exactly will they hear about it? Also, what is this âitâ youâre referring to? It seems you forgot about our conversation last night. Thatâs not the only thing I know, Kai.â you leaned over the table, grabbing his wrist with your hand, narrowing your eyes.Â
âGo ahead and try me, pretty boy, letâs see how far youâll get before I crush you.â you heard him gulp as his eyes shook in angerâ or maybe fear, it was hard to tell. But only when he nodded you let him go, pushing your chair back with your knees and exited the building.Â
Warm air hit your face as you stepped outside and noises of the bustling city filled your ears. You werenât angry, not really. But youâd be damned if the man ranked lower than you in both strength and grade tried to threaten you.Â
Heâs just jealous because his idol has no interest in him.Â
A sigh escaped your lips, then you felt a hand on your waist. You leaned into his touch, your mind and body already adjusting to sensing him and his unique energy.Â
âQuite the temper you have,â he beamed down at you and you shrugged, turning to face him.Â
âIâm not sure what you have planned, but let me get out of this monkey suit.â you want to put your earrings back in your ears, take your hair out of this painfully tight bun, and wear something more comfortable than your formal suit.Â
Gojo ran his hands over the length of your waist while clicking his tongue.Â
âI like you in the suit though,â he pouted, earning a humorless laugh from you.Â
âI have much more flattering clothes, rest assured.â you took his hand and made your way to the vehicle Kaito drove here. Itâs a shared car, he didnât own it. Even though you detested driving in the city, it made you feel good knowing he would have to find a different way back to the hotel.Â
âYou gonna leave him stranded?â Gojo asked as you unlocked the car, sliding in the driver's seat, making adjustments so you could drive comfortably.Â
âHeâs been drinking, it would be irresponsible for me to let him drive.â with a wink, you plucked out your phone and shot him a text stating as much. Then, remembering his phone calls last night, you turned the device off.Â
Gojo laughed and followed your lead, doing the same to his. You backed out of the small parking lot, a smirk on your face.Â
âYou must like me a lot to do that. Youâre an important man after all. What if the world burns down while youâre entertaining me?â you kept your eyes on the road while your left hand gripped the wheel, leaving your right relaxed on the center console. Now that you were alone in a confined space, your heart started to beat a little faster as anticipation settled into your nerves.Â
âTheyâll just have to break down the door and drag me out. I have my priorities in order for today.â his hand traveled to your thigh, rubbing slow circles against the fabric, causing goosebumps to kiss your skin.Â
âAm I a priority now?â while coming to a stop at a red light, you allowed yourself to look at him. His head was turned to you as that familiar smirk tugged on his lips. Some part of you wished you could see his eyes, so you could read him better, gauge how he was feeling.Â
âYouâve been on my mind all day, why wouldnât you be?â you were shocked by his honesty, unable to stop the blush that swept across your cheeks. It deepened even further when he slid his hand between your legs, long fingers nearly brushing the apex of your thighs.Â
Damn, what am I? A schoolgirl? I wish he would bring his hand a little higherâŠÂ
The light turned green and you continued to drive, trying to desperately block your dirty thoughts out.Â
âI am going to take a guess, but you know what my actual mission is, donât you?â the way he comforted you earlier, he read your body language. You didnât mean to, but you showed signs of knowing too much.Â
âTsk, talking about work with me during our off time. But to answer your question, yes. Your superiors have been wanting to get dirt on me for a while, trying to create a countermeasure to detain me if the day comes that I go crazy.â you nodded your head, mulling over his words, trying to formulate a response.Â
âIf that day comes, Iâll happily put in my resignation and flee to Hawaii.â you sigh, remembering the soft white sand beaches and warm oceans. You could almost feel the salty sea breeze kissing your skin.Â
âIâll personally seek you out once the damage is done.â he squeezed your thigh and you laughed. A full, real laugh. One that made your lungs gasp for air and your stomach hurts. You tried so hard to keep your eyes focused as you turned into the hotel parking garage.Â
âWhatâs so funny~â he mused, laughter now tickling his voice.Â
You parked the car and leaned against the seat, tilting your head back as you let your laughter subside.Â
âIâm sorry. Itâs just the idea of you seeking me out after decimating Japan is silly. What importance do I hold?â your hands laced over your stomach, trying to hold your laughs in at the absurd thought.Â
âI thought I was being romantic,â He joined you in laughter, and you both sat in the car for a while, simply trying to catch your breath. Once you could speak normally again, you eyed him, many questions lingering on the tip of your tongue.Â
âAre we going somewhere? Or should I dress comfortably?â he raises his eyebrows. You try not to chuckle. You knew what his intent was, for it was obvious last night when he was grinding his hard-on against your ass and again today when he cornered you in the classroom.
âHm, what do you want, y/n?â
Ah, making it into my decision.
âThat depends on what your intent is. You hardly strike me as the committed type.â you run your finger over the length of the steering wheel idly, trying not to get lost in thought.Â
âAnd you are? You seem to enjoy crushing men under that pretty little foot of yours.â you smile at his words, shrugging your shoulders.
âI like knowing what makes people tick. I donât have a partner due to my field of work. Too unpredictable, too dangerous. I can make enemies quickly, and that would put any loved one in danger. People⊠Theyâre fragile. Iâve seen too many friends Iâve cared for die.â your words suddenly felt too real, and that weight on your shoulders returned.Â
âYouâre a sorcerer and a strong one at that. I can see your cursed energy, itâs like an endless well. Howâd you end up in the military?â a question poised with ease, but in truth, itâs a loaded gun, pointed right at you.Â
You shook your head, pointing to the little black box right behind the rearview mirror and then to your ear. He nodded with understanding and you both exited the car, walking in silence to your hotel room.Â
âWait out here, Iâll be out in a minute.â you entered the space, but he followed you in. You narrowed your eyes toward him and he held his hands up in defense.Â
âDress comfortably, and pack an overnight bag. Or a few days, depending on how much you enjoy my company.â his voice was filled with pure confidence and it made you scoff. Men usually did what you told them to, not the other way around. It was strange, having the shift in your usual dynamic, but it wasnât unwelcome.Â
âAlright. Youâre helping me though. There's a plastic travel bag in the bottom drawer on the right side of the bathroom. Please put all my skincare and haircare items in there.â you made your way to the closet, where you spent your morning meticulously ironing and hanging up your clothes while waiting for the clock to strike 5.Â
âWhy do you have so much skincare?!â he called from the bathroom and you giggled.Â
âTaking care of your skin is important!â you call back, picking out an outfit of sweatpants and a black t-shirt while grabbing a pair of pajamas and two pairs of suits. You didnât know how long your stay with him would last, but you wanted to be a little prepared.Â
âBut 20 different products?!â he shouted again like a child, and you could only smile, placing your clothes into a backpack. With a peek over your shoulder, you hurriedly got undressed, changing out your undergarments for something a little more lacey and sexy, then shoving your comfy clothes on. You took your hair out of the bun as your face was burning and you were cursing at yourself.Â
Heâs just another guy, why am I so flustered?Â
Quickly, you shoved your feet into your sneakers and placed your dress shoes into the small compartment of your travel backpack. Suddenly feeling grateful to your past self for planning accordingly. Additionally, you added your makeup kit and a few different sets of underwear to the pack.Â
Making your way to the bathroom, you leaned against the door frame. You watched as Gojo neatly placed and organized your items, careful to buffer each glass bottle between a plastic one. He stuck his tongue out lightly as if he was deeply concentrated.Â
âDo you really need all this?â he sighed, noticing your presence as he moved on to your hair items. You smiled, mostly to yourself, as he placed each item out neatly onto the counter, deciding what to put in the bag first.Â
âYou should see my makeup kit.â you couldâve sworn his face turned pale at your words.Â
âPlease tell me youâre not bringing it,â he whined as he finished packing your hygiene kit. You felt oddly happy knowing he took so much care in ensuring your products wouldnât get ruined. You walked up behind him and slid your hands around his waist, pleased to find his barrier wasnât up. Due to the height difference, you placed your head against his upper back, taking in his scent.Â
âIf you want, we can have a little skincare date~â you teased, swaying lightly from side to side. He rubbed your arms, humming as he allowed you to move his body.Â
âYou mean you would pamper me?â he asked sweetly, turning around in your arms so he could face you. You gave him your kindest smile. One truly only a few people saw. You thought that this man was just a womanizer, but the truth is heâs very complex and sweet. You watched as a light blush kissed his cheeks, which only made you smile wider.
âIf thatâs what you wish, then of course I will. Again, what we do all depends on your intent, Gojo.âÂ
âSatoru.â he corrected and you nodded.Â
âWhat would you like to do, Satoru?â you splayed your palms flat against his back, nails digging into the fabric of his jacket. Part of you wanted him to fuck you, of course. But the other part of you wanted to have a conversation, to maybe get to know him. It had been so long since you actually bared your soul with someone.Â
He took your face in his hands, fingers lovingly rubbing circles into your scalp, causing you to melt into his fingers.Â
âI think we shouldnât plan anything and see where things go. You areâŠâ he paused for a moment, cocking his head to the side as he considered his words.Â
âEnticing, tempting, alluring. I am drawn to you, for one reason or another. I think I would like to know what makes you tick, y/n.â his words were so soft, it was like they were caressing your mind and easing your wariness. Your smile turned sad, memories of your past flashing in your mind.Â
âI may not be as pretty as you believe me to be,â you whispered, almost to yourself. He stroked his thumbs over your cheeks, a soothing comfort.Â
âWe have all done things weâre not proud of, but it doesnât take away from your value. What you do going forward is what matters.â you half laughed, pressing your head to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.Â
âI thought you were an idiot,â you mumble against him and he chuckles, the sound vibrating deep in his warm chest.Â
âWe all wear masks,â
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You didnât know what you were expecting, but a massive gated property with gardens certainly wasnât it.Â
You didnât hide your shocked expression as he gave you a quick tour of his home. You couldnât believe you were still in Tokyo, where the buildings are so cramped together and you could see into your neighbor's property just by peering out your window. Here, his land stretched for miles before you came to the street, which was relatively deserted.Â
I know heâs the head of the Gojo clan, but being handsome, powerful, and rich seems like a massive slap in the face.Â
You eyed the man out of the corner of your eye, silently cursing him for having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth.Â
You two had made it two his room, which was neat and clean with simple solid colors of white, light gray, and sky blue. The bed stood at the center, and though it was massive, it hardly took up space in the room. You wanted to cry. How much money did this guy even have?Â
âWhy do you look so shocked?â he laughed at you, taking your bag from your hand and quickly locating your hygiene and makeup kit.Â
âIâ I just wasnât expecting this, I guess?â you sighed, following his lead and taking your clothes out of the bag. You laid them neatly on a chair in the corner of the room, taking in the TV and ceiling mirror. You quirked up a brow.Â
Youâre one of those, are you?
When he exited the bathroom, you gave him a disgusted look and pointed your finger to the ceiling.Â
He shrugged nonchalantly, taking your pointed finger and dragging you into the bathroom. You were confused for a moment, but then you noticed he neatly laid out your skin care.Â
âEager, are you?â you said through a laugh and he clapped his hands together, rubbing them excitedly.Â
âWork your magical skincare on me!â while smiling at him, you tutted as you took in his clothes. He still wore his sorcerer uniform and that simply wonât do.Â
âYour clothes are no good,â you sigh dramatically, hands finding the zipper of his jacket and immediately undoing it. He wore a white button-down shirt under his coat, which only made you more annoyed. You didnât want to get water on his clothes.Â
âYou know, if you wanted to see me shirtless you couldâve just said so. Though the enthusiasm is appreciated.â his nimble fingers undid the buttons of his shirt exposing his toned body to you. Your retort died in your throat at the sight.Â
His chest was a perfect mix of soft and sculpted. Whereas his arms and abs were all muscle, strong, and lithe. You followed the dips and contours of his body, looking at his adonis belt, which dipped even lower. Your mouth went impossibly dry.Â
Damn, this man is too attractive.Â
âYou like what you see, y/n?â he teased you with your own words.Â
With a sly smile, you look up to him.Â
âOf course, but,âÂ
You reach your fingers up, dipping them under his blindfold, and push it back. Using it as an effective hairband. He blinked at you with his beautiful eyes, long white eyelashes fluttering against his skin. Yet again, his beauty struck you. Honestly, you felt as if it outshined your own. He was like a Renaissance painting; timeless.Â
âI like seeing these a lot more.â you hummed happily, letting yourself get lost in his surprised stare for a moment. He gave you a lop-sided smile, one that was real and unpracticed.Â
âYou really arenât like most women,â you cutely shrug your shoulders and turn to the sink, turning the water on to a warm temperature.Â
âMost women donât know what they want,â you state, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting Satoru down in it, trying your best not to eye fuck his body. Which was hard, considering he was shirtless and sitting with his legs spread wide.Â
Returning to the sink, you wet your hands and place your cleanser on your fingers. Aggressively rubbing your palms together you create a lather. Then you face Satoru and work that lather into his skin.Â
âWhat is it you want?â He asked slowly, eyes closing as he leaned into your soft touch. You traced your fingers under his jaw, working your magic down his neck.Â
âTo do what I want and protect my people. Thatâs it. Everything else is secondary.â you halted your cleaning to wet a hand towel with water, ringing out most of the liquid, then began to wipe away the cleanser.Â
âYou donât want to get married? Or have children?â you considered his words, grabbing a hydrating mask and slowly applying it to his skin.Â
âIf I fall in love, I fall in love. If marriage is a result of that so be it. As for children, I donât know. If they inherit my gift, then theyâll be sought out and used just like I have been. I donât want that for anyone.â you spoke honestly as you finished applying the mask to his face. He opened his eyes, looking at you intensely.Â
âWhy are you working for the government?â his hands found your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles into your muscles, relaxing your tension. With slight hesitation, you place your feet on either side of his hips and sit down on his lap, careful to avoid his sex. His eyes light up with amusement, but you ignore it.Â
âI can speak 4 different languages, which was already a desirable trait for them. Second is that I possess the ability to shape my cursed energy and turn it into solid matter. If I know what it looks like and its rough function, I can create it. The catch is once I stop funneling my energy into it, it disappears. Third is that I can apply the Reversed Cursed Technique to others and heal their wounds.â you closed your eyes, dreading the next words to come out of your mouth.Â
âOnce I finished getting my Ph.D. in Psychiatry, I published my theory on cursed spirits and how I think I could curate a medicine that normal civilians could take to help limit the number of curses being born into this world. It became widely popular on the sorcerer's end, and the next thing I knew, my brother was being held by the military. The only way they were going to let him go is if I signed a contract to work independently for them as a Foreign Affairs Investigator.â Satoru rubbed your arms and a false sense of safety washed over you, giving you the courage to continue.Â
âAs soon as I signed that damned contract, they killed him. I have done⊠Some pretty fucked up things for them. I have the rest of this year left, then I am free.â finally, you allowed yourself to meet his eyes. Deep blue wells stared at you with such sincerity your heart cracked at the sight. For some reason, it made you emotional, so you laughed, lightly running your fingers through his hair.Â
âThatâs why you donât get close to anyone.â not trusting your voice you nod your head.Â
âYouâre the same as me, then.âÂ
Satoru tilted his head back, exposing his long neck to you as he began telling you the story of his youth. You listened intently, gently massaging his shoulders, giving him the same comfort he gave you. Your heart broke when he was finished. You both had been through so much but at completely different hands.Â
âDo you miss him?â you asked, not giving him the fake sympathy bullshit people gave you.Â
âYeah, you?â his voice sounded raw.Â
âEvery day,â you whispered honestly. How long had it been since you were able to talk about him?Â
Playing with the ends of his silken hair, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.Â
âItâs time to wash off the maskâ You forced some life into your voice as you peeled yourself away from his warmth. Bashfully, you reached your hands out to him. It was silly really, your small frame pulling him out of the seat. But he happily placed his hands in yours, allowing you to lead him to the sink and gently wash the mask off his skin.Â
âAre we done now?â he asked, some humor returning to his tone as he patted his skin dry with a towel.
âNot even close. We have toner, serum, essence, eye cream, and then moisturizerâ Donât give me that lookâ You clicked your tongue, going to reach for your toner but he caught your wrist. Eyebrows knitting together, you eyed him suspiciously.Â
âNo more,â he pulled you into him, his bare chest coming very close to your face. You felt your face become hot so you avoided his gaze, mind becoming slightly hazy.Â
âThatâs not fair,â you mumble, trying your best to look anywhere that wasnât him.Â
âWhatâs not fair, hm? Use your words.â Satoruâs playful voice coaxed, causing you to blush even harder. His hands played with the hem of your oversized T-Shirt, long fingers lightly brushing your flesh.Â
âYou canât be perfect all the time, itâs not fair.â he laughed at your words, head tilting back in the process. You rolled your eyes, trying to force yourself to be annoyed but it was an impossible task.Â
âYou just heard about how imperfect I am, y/n. Youâre just easy to tease.âÂ
Cocky bastard.Â
âSo are you,â you retort, and he smirks. His eyes tell you to bring it on.
Oh, challenging me, are you?
In a swift movement, you grab the blindfold that held back his hair and wrap it around his neck, pulling him down to your level, and pressing your lips to his. His muffled surprise gets swallowed by you, and you melt in his sweet warmth.Â
Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you slowly pull back, enjoying the deep blush on his cheeks.Â
âSee?â you say, taking his blindfold around your pointer finger and swinging it in circles triumphantly. He smiles, hot breath kissing your cheek as he brings his hands under your thighs pulling you up. On instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, as your hands grip his shoulders.Â
âH-Hey, whatâre youâ?âÂ
Satoru pressed his lips to yours. The soft pressure threatened to consume your senses as his tongue claimed your mouth, dancing and swirling your own, the taste of him coating your tongue. Your lips moved softly against each other, the pressure growing with each press of his lips and the lick of his tongue. You were solely lost in the feeling of himâ the press of your chest against his, the erection that lightly rubbed against your growing heat, and the tantalizing taste of him making you want more.Â
He brought you to the bed, easily towering over you as he pressed your back to the mattress, hips lightly grinding into you making you gasp. Dropping his blindfold, you tangle your fingers in his hair as his hands slide under your shirt. Satoru ghosts his fingers over your stomach, even the slightest touch makes your body jump. You take his tongue further into your mouth, sucking the muscle, earning yourself a satisfied groan from him which you hungrily swallow.Â
He pulls away from your kiss, lips swollen and wet as he stares down at you. You get lost in his eyes, finding it hard to breathe under his gaze. For a moment, you two stay like that, drinking in each other's features as your chests are heaving.Â
âYouâre beautiful, y/n.â his fingers traced the planes of your face, causing fiery tingles to travel down your spine. Your eyes widened. It wasnât the first time you heard those words. But coming from him, it felt different. It felt meaningful.Â
You smile, placing your hand on his chest to push him back against the bed. You knew he let you, but you didnât care. Straddling him, you let his hands come up and under your shirt, dragging it off your frame, partially exposing your chest.Â
You let him explore your skin for a moment. His eyes were filled with wonder as he traced the lines of your tattoos. You tried to control the shivers that ran down your body, due to his fingers lighting small trails of fire against your desperate skin. His hands found your breasts, thumbs rubbing your clothed nipples, making you moan as the feeling traveled to your core.Â
Unable to control yourself, you press your lips to his, grinding your hips down against him to relieve some of that growing tension between your thighs. You bite his lip, greedily enjoying the way his thick member rubbed against your throbbing clit. His hands unclasped your bra, allowing your heavy breasts to fall free from their cage.Â
His hands grasp your breasts, fingers expertly rolling and teasing the peaked rosy buds. He lets out a satisfied moan as you grip his hair tightly. The feeling of his calloused hands on you causes your blood to sing, sending pleasurable waves down your spine. You remove your lips from him, planting sloppy, wet kisses against his jaw then trailing them down his neck, sucking on the supple flesh.Â
Taking your tongue and licking it along the expanse of his neck, you smile into his skin as he shudders, bucking his hips up into you. Ever-so-gently, you run your teeth over the shell of his ear, then pull back, blowing cool air on the hot trail of saliva you left on him.Â
âFuck,â he sighs, dipping his head down to take your breast in his mouth.Â
You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, the feeling of his warm mouth suddenly on your skin caused your knees to go weak. Your body trembled as he licked and nipped at your nipple, pleasure going straight to the pit in your stomach. He rubbed his hard cock against your clothed sex with just the right pressure, all you could do was suck on the soft skin of his neck, losing yourself in the pleasure he was giving you.Â
âMm, Satoruâ you breathe heavily into his flesh, pulling away from his dangerous ministrations, staring down at the smirking male. He licked his swollen lips, and brought his hand to your face, gripping your cheeks.Â
âSay my name again,â he demanded, free hand snaking around your body, gripping your ass, shaking it against him.Â
âSatoru,â you moaned his name and his eyes darkened, pupils dilating so much it eclipses the blue.Â
Your desire was reflected in his eyes and he flipped your bodies, hands coming to the waistband of your sweats pulling them off of you in a swift motion. You returned the favor, suddenly hating any and all barrierâs separating your bodies. You made to remove his boxers, but he caught your hand, placing it high above your head as he reclaimed your lips.Â
âIâm going to take my time with you, y/n,â he whispered hotly against you. You couldnât help the whine that escaped your throat. You were quickly becoming impatient, with the loss of contact between your legs and breasts, you wanted more. You needed more.Â
âSee,â he pressed his lips to your jaw, hot tongue trailing the bone.Â
âIf I fuck you now, I wonât be able to stop.â Taking your ear in his mouth, he licked your lobe, tongue swirling around it lightly.Â
Satoru trailed his hand up your leg, fingers finding your knee and spreading your legs for him. He continued trailing his sinful fingers north, coming so close to your heated sex that you nearly criedâ you wanted him to touch you. His lips traveled down your neck, nipping at the tender flesh until he found your collarbone.Â
âI am going to make you feel so good, that my name is the only thing that leaves your lips.â the sheer promise in his words made your eyes roll back and your body tense in anticipation. He continued kissing his way south, ensuring to leave love marks along the way. You tried to move your hips to meet his hand, but you found you met an invisible barrier.Â
Huh?Â
You tried to grab his face, but your hands met nothing. His eyes met yours as he hovered over your sex. You saw his eyes light up with amusement when you tried to touch him again, displeased to find that he put up his barrier.
âNo touching, or I stop,â he warned, pressing a kiss to your clothed pussy. You felt jolts shock your hips from the contact, whimpering from the slight release.Â
Releasing you hadnât answered him, you nodded your head.Â
âThat wonât do, princess. Tell me with your words.â another kiss, this time to your inner thigh. His hands ran the length of your long torso and then settled on your hips, holding your trembling body still for him. You were dizzy, you knew you needed to speak, but it was hard. The thought of even trying to formulate a sentence made your eyebrows knit together.Â
âI wonât touch you,â you bite your bottom lip harshly, feeling embarrassed. You were so worked up and he barely did anything to you. Your nerves were on high alert, you were breathing heavily, but more than anything you craved him.Â
âGood girl,âÂ
The praise made you moan happily, distracting you when he ripped your panties off with one hand. You were about to protest, but he licked a long stripe up your entrance. Your back arched from the sudden pleasure as your hands gripped the sheets. You peered down at him and he was smiling up at you from between your legs. The sight alone made your walls clench.Â
âYouâre so wet for me, y/n.â pulling his head back, he stared at your dripping pussy, marveling at the way the liquid spilled out of you down to your ass.Â
âMaybe I donât need to prep you too much, hm?â he hummed, sticking his tongue into your cunt causing you to mewl. He swirled the muscle in you, moaning as you coated his tongue. The light pressure drove you mad, making you tilt your head back, as small soft moans escaped your lips.Â
âIâ please donât stop,â you pleaded, and he rewarded you by flattening his tongue against you, licking all the way up to your needy clit. Your legs began to tremble as he devoured you. Warm, wet mouth wrapping around your bundle of nerves sucking as his tongue flicked. The amount of pressure he applied was frighteningly perfect, adjusting with every lick and suck, causing your core to tighten.Â
âYou taste so fucking good,â he playfully nipped your clit and you cried, half shouting his name as the feeling shot right through you, settling in your firey stomach.Â
âFuck, just like that, keep moaning for me, baby.â his words were the only thing grounding you to reality, and you happily obliged him wanting nothing more than the promise of sweet release.
Your feet were hot, toes curling as sharp tingles attacked your arches. Your hands and legs were shaking violently from both restraint and the ridiculous amount of pleasure you were receiving. You were panting heavily, eyes fixated on the ceiling mirror, watching him give you his utmost attention.
He ran his hand up your abdomen and roughly grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him as he shoved two fingers in your mouth.Â
âSuck,â he breathed into you, flattening his tongue against your clit and roughly shaking his head. You moaned heatedly against his fingers, taking them further into your mouth, letting them travel down your esophagus. You licked his flesh as you would if it was his cock, hollowing out your cheeks and coating his skin with your thick saliva.Â
Satoru pulled his head back from your heated sex to sweep his arm under your legs, forcing them up and over your head, folding you like paper, putting you on full display for him. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you gasped for air while moving your hands to grip your knees.
âMm,â Satoru hummed, rubbing and scissoring his fingers together, watching your stringy saliva dance on his skin. With his free hand, he gave your ass an appreciative slap. The pain went straight to your groin and you mewled, nails digging into your flesh.Â
âYou want me to keep going?â he asked, lips wet with you and his voice deliciously seductive. He placed a kiss on the crease of your inner thigh and sex as his fingers, wet with your saliva, played with your throbbing entrance. You whimpered, of course you wanted him to, and you knew he knew talking was hard for you.
âAh. Fuck⊠Yes.â you panted out, finding it hard to focus on your words, when all you could think about was the feeling of his fingers teasing you. You were completely and utterly at his disposal, like a loyal dog willing to do anything for a treat.Â
âTalk to me baby, tell me what you want. You want me to fuck you with my fingers, or my mouth?â he purred, giving your clit a light flick, making you cry.Â
âIâ Both. I want both. Please, pleaseâŠâ Tears pricked your eyes, your body was so on edge, so overstimulated that it didnât know what to do. Your mind couldnât grasp the situation, it was like your brain was short-circuited and all it could think of was his fingers, fucking you nice and deep.Â
âGod youâre so fucking hot when you beg,âÂ
Without warning, he pressed his fingers into you and returned his mouth to your hardened clit. You had to squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling as your walls clenched around his digits tightly. He licked you vigorously as he curled his long fingers, pumping your pussy, stretching you out for him.Â
âFuck fuck fuck,â you moaned, biting your lip to try to contain your sobs. Your orgasm was approaching and every muscle in your body tightened, preparing for that crash. Satoruâs hand came to your ass, gripping it tightly as he shook it, the sensation heightening the pleasure he was giving you.Â
âSatoru, IâmââÂ
He slapped your ass, shaking his head.Â
âNot until I tell you,â he warned and you clenched your walls around him hard. Tears ran down your face as your whole body shook violently. It was all so overwhelming, all you wanted was release, but it was as if his words were law, and your body obeyed obediently.Â
Unable to control your hands, you gripped his strong shoulders, nails digging into his skin creating crescent moon craters.Â
âPlease, I, ah, fuck. Please, Toruâ, I canâtâ Your vision was just beginning to go black, and he completely backed off of you.Â
No!Â
Unable to support your body, you fell on the mattress, your legs bouncing lightly as your whole body shook. Quickly, you propped yourself on your elbows, looking at him like you were about to set him on fire.
âWhy?â you breathed, shakily coming up onto your knees, grabbing his smug face with your small hands. He smiled further, turning his face to kiss your palm as he removed his boxers. You let your eyes fall for a second, pleased to see his angry cock spring against his stomach, but it didnât ease your anger.Â
âYouâre so obedient, y/n.â he didnât answer your question, instead his hands found your hips, pulling you on top of his body. You immediately, tightened your muscles, refusing to let your core rub him. His hands snaked around to your ass, rubbing and gripping your plump flesh appreciatively.Â
âI was so close, why didnât you let meââ your words died, eyes falling on his as you became entirely consumed by his gaze. You almost forgot how angry you were, almostâŠÂ
Placing your hands on either side of his face, you burned your gaze into him, earning yourself an award-winning smile and a laugh to match. A pout fell on your lips, but you couldnât help but laugh too.
His hands came up to caress your face and you leaned into his touch, letting some over your edge melt away.Â
âIâm sorry, but Iâm selfish.â he kissed you, deep and slow, tongue dancing with yours pulling you deeper into him. You dropped your weight, hissing when your slick entrance rubbed against his cock. He sucked on your tongue, hiding a gruntled groan which made you smile.Â
Hesitantly, you ground your hips against him, your body still unimaginably sensitive. His hands found your hair, tangling in your soft strands, pulling you impossibly closer to him.Â
Still lost in his dizzying kiss, you trailed your hand down his body, stopping only when your fingers wrapped around his cock. He bit your bottom lip, a moan escaping his mouth as you pumped him slowly, thumb rubbing over his precum, using it to wet the head.Â
You pulled back from the kiss, grabbing his face with your free hand as you positioned your throbbing pussy over his cock.Â
âIâm also selfish,âÂ
You slowly lowered your body, lower lip quivering when the tip pushes past that first ring, the stretch already feeling too good. Even though you wanted to close your eyes and savor the full feeling you were slowly giving yourself, you enjoyed seeing his expression more.Â
His eyes were heavy and hazy, as his swollen lips were parted in an âoâ, watching your walls swallow him. You drank him in, relishing in the small whimper he let out when you accepted all of him, letting yourself sit and adjust to his thickness. Satoru slightly brought his hips up, truly giving you all of him and you cursed. He went so deep in you, you were being stretched deliciously as you were feeling full; complete.Â
Placing your hands on his chest, you slowly rose your body up, almost letting him come out of you, then you sank back down.Â
âF-Fuck,â Satoru cursed, his head falling back as his hands gripped your waist, assisting you in setting your pace.Â
At first, you slowly ground against him, enjoying every inch that filled you. But you both began to grow impatient as you brought your feet beneath you, picking up your pace and bouncing up and down. Satoru met your every thrust with his own, angling himself so he wouldnât hit your cervix but that he was deep enough to make you tremble.Â
You ignored the burn in your legs, the only thing you cared about was driving the two of you over the edge, to feel that sweet release crash over your body.Â
âYou look so good on top, y/n. You take my fucking dick so well, fuck.âÂ
He brought his hands to your ass, gripping the flesh tightly as he assisted your movements, alleviating some of the lactic acid out of your legs. You moaned helplessly, the pace you set was brutal, causing your breasts to bounce against your chest, each drop bringing you just a little closer to the finish line.Â
âFuck just like that baby.â Satoru encouraged you, giving you a new sense of purpose as you threw in a light roll to your hips. You both shuddered, for you stimulated him more and he hit that lovely spongey spot that connected right to your clit.Â
âS-Satoruââ You bit your lip as your stomach began clenching, your orgasm threatening to wash over you. You were panting so heavily you were afraid you were going to pass out, but you continued fucking him due to his soft moans of your name filling your ears.Â
âThatâs right, be a good girl and cum on my cock.â he lifted his head, watching your bodies meet over and over again. Your toes curled, and that pit in your stomach was so tight, everything began to feel so good.Â
âFuck, youâre so tight, baby. Go ahead, use me to feel good.âÂ
Satoruâs words were your undoing.Â
You came hard all around him. Your walls spasming, clenching, and unclenching, drawing out pleasurable waves of white-hot fire throughout your entire body. Satoru came too, you felt his cock throb inside you and he held your hips down, spilling his warm seed deep inside your pussy. Your entire body was shaking uncontrollably and you couldnât see a damn thing, if it wasnât for his strong hands steadying you, you wouldâve fallen over.Â
The room was filled with your mixed pants. You rubbed his arms and he rubbed your jelly-like legs, a silent comfort you gave to each other. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, simply just trying to catch your breaths and let the heat ebb from your blood.Â
But it didnât. You were still grossly horny and he was still painfully hard, deep inside your wet warmth.Â
âYouâre too good at that,âÂ
He finally said, brushing some of the hair out of your face, hand tracing the contours of your chest. You smiled at his words, leaning down shakily and pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.Â
âMm, I could say the same about you,â you murmured dreamily into him, earning yourself a chuckle.Â
âOh baby, you havenât seen anything yet.â You pulled your head back, meeting the challenge of his eyes with your own.Â
âShow me then,â His cock twitched at your words, making you smirk. Slowly, he eased himself out of you. You allowed your back to hit the mattress whereas he padded off the closet in his room.Â
You shifted anxiously, feeling some of his seed spill between your legs. Curiosity getting the better of you, you looked over to where Satoru was and he was walking toward you with ropes.Â
Oh.Â
He sat at the edge of the bed, a sudden serious expression on his face when he looked at you.Â
âLetâs make a safe word,â gently, he took your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles. You shifted so you could look at him and take his face in your hands. You could see he was anxious â afraid. Perhaps heâs gone too far in the past, but you werenât going to pry.Â
âHm letâs see⊠I think pineapple will do. However,â you paused to press a kiss to his lips.Â
âI think youâll find I donât break easily.â he smiled into your kiss, tongue running along the swell of your bottom lip. You bit his tongue playfully, laughing when he gave you a surprised yelp.Â
Satoru laid your body down, lips teasing yours, as his hands found one wrist, beginning to tie a rope around it. Soon he repeated the motion to your other wrist and he pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.Â
He smiled down at you then removed himself from your body to tie the ends of the ropes to separate ends of the headboard, rendering you helpless. Once he was done, he plucked his blindfold off the bed and smirked down at you, eyes raking over your figure.Â
âLook at you,â he sighed appreciatively, finger ghosting over your torso. You shivered, goosebumps decorating your skin due to your body being sensitive from your previous orgasm. His hand then wrapped around your cheeks, forcing your eyes to meet his possessive stare.Â
âMine,â he whispered, nails lightly digging into your skin.Â
âYours,â you answered, familiar heat pooling in your stomach.Â
Satoru smiled and then placed the blindfold over your eyes, filling your world with black. You couldnât see anything. All you could do was listen to the sound of your anxious breaths and pounding heart. With a tug, you tried pulling on your restraints, rope rubbing against the tender flesh of your wrists.Â
âI have to admit,â Satoruâs low voice purred, finger swirling around your belly button, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.Â
âWhen I met you last night, I wanted nothing more than to do this.â his warm hands ran the length of your arms, making you shudder. You were sensitive, too sensitive.Â
âSee, I thought about tying you up and fucking you till you apologized for teasing me. But,â he dragged his finger up your entrance, pressing the warm digit down on your clit. You had to chew on your bottom lip to stop the cry from escaping your throat.Â
âI think youâre just as bad as me. Too much stamina, too bored, never satisfied.â that same finger gently worked your bundle of nerves, slowly coaxing it out of its hood.Â
âIf youâre good and do as youâre told, Iâll reward you and let you cum. If you donât,â he pulled his finger away, making you whimper.Â
âThen I'll bring you close, over and over again until youâre crying and begging me to stop.â he spread your legs wide and you heard him suck in his breath. Everything was heightened, just the feeling of his hands on your thighs felt like fire.Â
âUse your words, baby,â he prodded your entrance with his tip and you moaned, your body already begging to have him fill you.Â
âIâll do as I am told,â You promised, squeezing your eyes shut.Â
âGood girl,âÂ
He entered you in one swift movement, tearing a curse from your throat. Satoru didnât give you any adjustment time as he pulled his hips back and snapped them right back into you, causing you to wrap your fingers around the rope, hanging on for dear life.Â
You could truly feel him now. Your senses have been heightened, and since your legs werenât doing the work you felt like you could feel every vein that ran his length. He stretched and filled you, creating that satisfying friction that made your walls clench around his cock. You felt the bounce of your breasts and the slap of his balls on your ass. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you were a moaning mess, filling the room with your voice and obscene wet noises.Â
âYour pussy takes my cock so well,â he praised, grabbing your knee and throwing it over his shoulder. You shuddered, at this angle, he was hitting even deeper in you causing tears to prick your eyes. The rope began to burn the flesh of your palms, but you ignored it entirelyâ completely lost in the feeling of him railing the absolute fuck out of you.Â
âAw, y/n donât hide your pretty noises. I want you to cry for me,â for emphasis, he sped up his pace and thumbed your clit. His name left your lips in prayer and you felt like a nuclear bomb was building inside your stomach. Every muscle was tense but loose at the same time. You couldnât think, you canât breathe. Tears wet the blindfold obscuring your vision, and you were grateful for the fabric.Â
âFuck. Youâre fucking me so fucking good,â you praised him between ruthless thrusts, tightening your leg down against his shoulder. His thumb on your clit was making you see stars, it felt so good but it was also overwhelming.Â
âYeah? You like taking my dick like a slut?â he asked, taking your leg off his shoulder and then placing both your feet against his chest. Nothing couldâve prepared you for the way he folded you, hitting that spot deep inside your pussy.Â
âY-Yes!â you scream, body shaking violently as you started to become incredibly hot.Â
âYes what, y/n? I told you to use your words.âÂ
Suddenly his fingers were in your mouth and down your throat, preventing you from speaking.Â
âMmph. Iââ You tried you speak, but you felt saliva pool down your chin. Satoru remove his other hand from your clit and you whimpered from the loss of contact, that promise of pleasure leaving with it.
Fuck.Â
âI told you to use your words, baby,â he sighed, slowing down his movements, pressing a kiss to your knee. Then your legs were off his shoulders along with his cock and fingers. You were completely disorientated, not knowing what to do with yourself because you were stuck and blind.Â
âOn your knees,âÂ
You moved to his command, awkwardly scooting back on the bed till you had enough space to sit on your knees. You felt his hand in your hair, tightly pulling on your strands to tilt your head up.Â
âWhatâd you do wrong?â he asked, slapping something warm against your lips. You ran your tongue against your bottom lip, discerning it was his cock due to the taste of your mixed pleasure.Â
âI didnât use my words,â you bit your lip, controlling the urge to take him in your mouth. He tugged on your hair, making you release your lip.Â
âIâm going to use your pretty mouth till you learn your lesson, understand?â his voice was so low and seductive, it went straight to your groin, making you shift slightly.Â
âYes, I understand.âÂ
Satoru let go of your hair to grab your face, forcing your mouth open. You made a show of poking your tongue out, a sign that you wanted him. You hear him suck in air, then his warmth entered your mouth and you fully tasted your combined lust.Â
Moaning around him, you hollowed out your cheeks, swirling your tongue around his head. You moved your neck forward, swallowing more of his length, choking slightly as he slid down your esophagus. Satoru placed his hand around your throat, feeling himself go down your throat.Â
You slurped and choked on him, moving your head violently up and down, adding a roll to your motion for more friction. His soft moans filled your ears, giving you the motivation to please him, sucking harder towards the head, sliding your tongue into the slit, tasting him. You couldnât breathe, not really. You tried inhaling every time you pulled your head back far enough, but Satoru only pushed his hips forward, forcing you to take him back in again.Â
âMm, I love seeing you on your knees for me.â You moaned at his praise, picking up your pace as tears streamed down your face, blindfold now soaked.Â
âJust like that baby, youâre doing so good.â you could hear that his voice was becoming more strained and you felt his cock tighten in your mouth, base twitching with every suck.Â
Then his hands were in your hair, pushing his entire length down your throat making your nose come into contact with his stomach. He came into your mouth violently, cock twitching in your mouth. The salty yet sweet taste of him coated your tongue and you moaned, letting him know that you were pleased. He rubbed loving circles into your scalp as he stayed there for a moment, letting himself come down from his high.Â
âGood girl,â he breathed, pulling his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to swallow his seed while greedily taking air back into your starved lungs.Â
He hummed and his warm finger traced your hot, swollen lips. You coughed lightly, but smiled up at him, or where you assumed he was.Â
âTime for your reward, y/n. Turn around and grab the headboard.â You blindly turned around and he guided your hands to the headboard. You became instantly grateful because some of the bite from the rope eased.Â
You felt Satoru shift, then there was warm air being breathed on your heat as his hair tickled your thighs.Â
âSit on my face baby, and donât hide your noises.âÂ
âO-okay, I wonâtâ you promise, feeling shy.
Your legs were already shaking, the memory of earlier playing in your head as you slowly lowered yourself to his face. You held back some of your weight, fearful of suffocating him. But his tongue entered your cunt and he grabbed your hips, forcing your full weight down, nose swiping your clit.Â
You moaned loudly, fingers gripping the headboard as Satoru wasted no time in pleasing you. He grabbed your ass, finger playing with your asshole as he tongue fucked you, shaking his head so his nose stimulated your clit. The tension left your body and you became a puddle.Â
âSatoru, mm, fuck,â words were impossible to describe what you were feeling. It was due to not being able to see and the earlier intensity. Everything felt so good, it felt right. Satoru slapped your ass, making your back arch and your toes curl.Â
You pressed your forehead against the fabric of the headboard, moaning and cursing as you allowed yourself to surrender to him. You wanted to touch him, to see his face, but you couldnât and it was driving you mad. All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and feel.Â
You could feel your orgasm approach, that earlier bomb getting ready to explode in the pit of your stomach. Your body was shaking so much that you were funneling all your strength into the headboard, trying not to fall. Then Satoru moved his mouth to your clit and his fingers replaced his tongue. It was all you needed to be pushed over the cliff.Â
At the second pump of his fingers, you came. It was both pleasurable and painful. Somehow more intense than your previous, with your stomach clenching so hard as your walls spasmed. Your body shuddered violently, but he didnât stop, he continued fucking you and sucking on your bundle of nerves. You were mewling loudly, so overstimulated that you began pulling on your restraints. You tried to ask him to stop, but you couldnât, the only thing that could leave your mouth was strangled cries. You tried lifting your hips, but his hand held you down, continuing to both please and punishing you.Â
âSatoru, Satoru. Iâ Ah, pleaseâ Fuckâ Please.â he simply flattened his tongue on you, shaking his head as he hummed, voice vibrating on you. You were crying, the overwhelming pleasure becoming too much as your body gave out on you.Â
You felt Satoru smile against you and then finally he stopped, lifting your body and pulling his face out from under you with the last drag of his tongue. You were shaking, hands still on the headboard as you felt your heat drip between your spread legs.Â
âYou taste so good, y/n.â Satoru snaked a hand around your waist, bringing your ass up as he pressed your face against the headboard. You whimpered when he pushed his still-hard cock against your entrance.Â
You felt a tug and then suddenly you could see. You blinked aggressively, trying to readjust to your surroundings. Your eyes found Satoruâs and you blushed. He was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. But he also looked crazed, with his eyes dilated, lips swollen and wet, and hair a mess.Â
âI missed your eyes,â he sighed, pressing his tip into you. He ran his hands over the length of your spine then finally let them settle on your hips. You felt both numb and sensitive like every touch was fire, but you felt it from a distance. Your legs were already shaking, sheer pride and will were your fuel at this point.Â
âYou can do it one more time, canât you baby? For me?âÂ
I will not be the only one whoâs teased. Letâs see if my guess is correct.
âYes, I can Daddy,âÂ
Your guess was right because Satoru snapped his hips into you at your words. Your walls readily accepted him, greedily sucking in his cock, soaking him with your wet heat.Â
âYouâre so fucking perfect, y/n. I donât think you understand.âÂ
A slap to your ass.Â
âI donât think Iâll be able to let you go,âÂ
Another slap, you whimpered, back arching as the hazy pleasure kissed your nerves. His eyes didnât leave yours, even with your blurred vision and half-smushed face rubbing against the headboard.Â
âYeah? Are you too obsessed with me now?â you tease, words strained, saliva thick in your throat.Â
âYouâre mine. They canât have you.â he snapped his hips up, hitting your spot, just for emphasis.Â
âHate to break it to you handsome, I am no oneâs property.â even with your ass bouncing and slapping against his hips and half your ear covered, you could hear him lightly laugh.Â
âYou said you were mine earlier,â he reminded, coating his thumb with his saliva, then pushing it into your asshole, making you curse.Â
âAt this moment, I am yours.â your voice was pathetic to your own ears, with it barely being above a quivering whisper.Â
The heat was licking your spine now, that growing pleasure slowly returning to your stomach. Satoru leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. The angle made it hard to breathe, but you didnât care. The kiss was desperate as if the two of you couldnât be any closer. You moaned sweetly into his mouth as he let up his pace, now rolling his hips into you at a more loving pace.
He removed his lips from yours and kissed your spine, breathing heavily into your heated flesh. You werenât any better, with your chest heaving and sweat coating every inch of your body. Your walls appreciated the change of pace because you could feel the slow climb of your high.Â
You matched his pace, rolling your hips with his, earning yourself a moan from his lips. The two of you moved in unison, moaning each other's names, getting lost in the feeling of each other. He filled, stretched, and stimulated you so well to the point you think sex will be ruined for you after him.Â
âYou feel so good,â he whimpered into you, and you hummed.Â
âYou gonna cum for me Daddy?â you felt him twitch and it filled you with pride, knowing what made this man weak. Somehow, the fact that you were pleasing him made you feel good, heightening your own pleasure.Â
âIâm gonna fill your tight little pussy with my cum,â he sighed, movements becoming increasingly more erratic as he approached his high. His hands refound your hips, digging into them as he sucked harshly on the nape of your neck. You shivered against him, your own pleasure threatening you for the third time this evening.Â
âMm Satoru, Iâm close!â you moaned loudly legs shaking, back arching, and velvet walls tightening. You didnât think this would happen, due to your overstimulation, but you were at that cliff, dangerously close to diving in head first.Â
âBe a good girl and cum all over Daddyâs cock,â he grunted, hand slapping your ass.Â
Again, as if his words were law, your body obeyed, convulsing all around him, taking him into the euphoric bliss with you. His hands came up to grip the headboard as he halted, burying himself deep inside your pussy, filling you as promised. You were a complete mess, whispering his name repeatedly as hot tears kissed your burning skin. Satoru kissed your temple, over and over again, letting both of your highs wash over you.Â
âYou did so good baby,â he whispered against you, taking his hand a smoothing it down your hair. You both were breathing heavily as your bodies shook, and you were sure you couldnât speak. So to respond, you smiled lightly, nuzzling your head against his.Â
He leaned your bodies back, so you were sitting on his thighs with your back to his chest. He kissed your shoulder and began untying your wrists. Once the last knots were undone, your hands fell limply to your sides, wrists raw from the earlier friction. You sighed happily, leaning your head back, and cuddling into Satoruâs shoulder.Â
âShower?â he asked into your hair, massaging your shoulders gently. You smiled, running your hands over his muscular thighs.Â
âIf I can walk,â you half-joke. Your legs felt like Jello. You felt if you tried to walk, youâd simply fall straight down.Â
Satoru chuckled into you and then gently slid his arm under your knees.Â
âWrap your arms around my neck gorgeous,âÂ
You humored him and did as you were asked, placing light kisses on his neck while drinking in your mixed scents. He lifted your body with ease, pulling himself out of you as he made his way to the bathroom. You hardly registered him putting you on the toilet. The only reason you opened your eyes is because you felt the cold toilet seat kiss your bruised skin.Â
âPee, I donât want you getting an UTI.â he pushed some hair out of your face then kissed your forehead, turning away from you to turn on the shower. You had to put some effort into peeing, but once you did you heard a âplopâ noise followed by your stream.Â
Thatâs embarrassing.Â
You thought to yourself, running your hands over your arms. You snuck a peek of yourself in the mirror and you gaped.Â
Hickeys covered your neck, chest, and stomach. Your hair was a disaster, and your face was deeply flushed. It was as if you had fallen asleep in the sun. You peaked at Satoru, he was organizing your products neatly so his back was towards you. You could make out some of your own marks you left on his neck and you mentally cursed.Â
If we both show up like this tomorrow itâs going to be so obvious.Â
You finished up and padded your way over to Satoru, wrapping your hands around his waist and giving his cute butt a loving pinch.Â
âHey!â he playfully shouted, turning in your arms and giving you a sly smile. You could now see the nail marks you carved into his shoulders and chest. Despite yourself, you felt proud, knowing one way or another, you claimed the Strongest Sorcerer as your own.Â
âI never took you for the doting housewife type.â you hum, planting a soft kiss on his chest, right over your scratches.Â
âThereâs a lot about me youâll learn,â he kissed your head, then lead your bodies into the shower. He held your hands as you stepped over the edge of the tub, careful to steady your body.Â
âThat sounds like Iâm going to see you on a personal level again,â you smile, happy to find he too enjoys piping hot water in showers. Your muscles relaxed and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to melt in his arms under the soothing rain.Â
âWhy wouldnât you?â there was no hurt in his words, just curiosity.Â
âI said you didnât seem like the committed type.â you reminded him, but the words stung now. You didnât want to walk away from him. But youâre also not one to beg.Â
âIf I told you I wanted to pursue you, would you believe me?â you ran your hands over his arms, thinking of how to respond.Â
âI would say youâre crazy. Considering who holds my leash, and knowing Iâll be running away the second my contract ends.â he laughed lightly, strong hands breaking down the knots in your lower back.Â
âI canât say being with me would be great all the time. But, I can hold my own, and I can protect you. Say the word, and Iâll keep them away from you.â he pulled back from your embrace and took your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks.Â
Protect meâŠ?Â
You were thankful for the water cascading down your face because your tears fell without warning.Â
âThey wonât be able to touch you. Youâll be free, y/n. I wonât tell you to go back. Iâll fight with you.âÂ
Smiling, you took his face in your hands and kissed him, expressing physically where your words failed you. You tangled your fingers into his wet hair, kissing him all over his face repeatedly.Â
âThank you, Satoru.â you sob and he smiles, continuing to soothe you as you cry while smiling.Â
It wonât be easy, but youâll be free.Â
You held each other for a while, enjoying each other's comforts, smiling like idiots in the warm rain. It was a new beginning for you, one that was uncertain, but you would happily run toward it a never look back.Â
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Summary:Â It has been 10 years since you left behind the world of being a sorcerer. You experienced too much hurt to ever want to step back foot in that world, even if it meant never getting to give your heart closure. You worked behind the shadows, executing curses to alleviate pressure on the students who attend Jujutsu High. One day on your way back from your mission, you meet an unexpected guest...
I wrote this because this man has been living rent-free in my head for the past couple of weeks and it needed to be done. I simply can't just write smut, I need substance. So here is my dirty little fic for ya'll. I hope you enjoy it!
Note: I posted this on Ao3. This is all my writing I promise, just posting of different platforms for more people to enjoy.Â
Faster⊠ I have to run faster.
You âstumbledâ on a nest of cursed spirits. You were now running at a deadly pace to lure them into your trap â hundreds of cursed tools poised and ready to kill every last spirit.Â
Sweat ran down the length of your spine as you finally rounded the corner of the alley, immediately skidding on the concrete, using your cursed technique to shoot the weapons forward, meeting their destined targets. Â
Shrieks rang out through the alley from the dying spirits, blood staining the stones beneath their bodies.Â
Without looking back, you summon your own cursed spirit, Osu. You named it, even though you knew you shouldnât. With the raise of your hand, Osu opened their mouth as you summoned the cursed weapons, funneling them one by one into Osu.Â
âGood work,â you smiled, affectionately patting the top of Osuâs gray leathery head. The spirit seemed to pur in response, leaning into the warmth of your hand.Â
With that, you sent the cursed spirit back to the in-between, which is what you called the shadows you send your shikigami to.Â
You sighed deeply.
It seems there are more and more cursed spirits these days. I left the sorcerers of Tokyo 10 years ago, but it seems I am still doing their dirty work.Â
With a look at your blood-stained clothes, you sigh once again as you make your way back to your apartment.Â
The citizens of Tokyo walk by, blissfully unaware of the danger that lurks in each of their mundane thoughts. Lights of neon billboards light the smoggy night air as cars speed past your relaxed figure.Â
You used to hate them. People who didnât have a cursed technique or couldnât sense cursed energy. For how weak and useless they were, how they contributed to the problems you had to clean up. The lives of friends that have been lost that youâll never get back.Â
After the Star Plasma Vessel incident, you were convinced that you no longer wanted to be a sorcerer. You were on a mission in Nagasaki when it happened. You were ordered by the higher-ups to return immediately to protect the vessel, Riko Amanai.Â
As soon as you received the order you moved, getting to Tokyo in just 6 hours.Â
But you were too late.
Toji Fushiguro had successfully killed Riko Amanai, and disabled Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. This was the first update you got. The second was when you arrived in Tokyo. Satoru killed Toji Fushiguro and secured Rikoâs body.Â
You shivered as you entered your apartment. You remembered Satoru's face that day of Rikoâs memorial service, cold and emotionless.Â
That day changed everything. For everyoneâŠ
âHiiiikaaarrriiii~?â you called into the room, flipping on the light switch to find someone sitting on your couch.Â
âYo,âÂ
The familiar voice called and you stopped cold, keys falling out of your hands.Â
Your cat, Hikari, lay in his lap, soft belly up, purring at the sensation of his long fingers scratching her.Â
Traitor.Â
You quietly cursed your cat as you crossed your arms over your chest, pulling a cold mask over your shocked features.Â
âSatoru,â you say coldly narrowing your eyes at the man who you havenât seen in 10 years. Instead of heavily tinted sunglasses he now wore a black band around his eyes. Now he dressed casually instead of his usual black uniform.Â
Heâs not here on business.
His laugh sounded through the room, light and airy, but you knew it was fake. You had spent too much time with him, even now, you knew him like the back of your hand.Â
âI never thought you would be so cold towards me, y/n!â he smiled, the kind of smile he displayed when he wanted to be friendly, but knew he would win whatever argument he was in.Â
Iâm annoyed.Â
âSatoru, I am no longer a sorcerer. I have no place in your world. I declared as much all those years ago. Leave.â your voice was so stern it made Hikari rise from her place in Satoru's lap and come caress your leg as if comforting you.Â
He paused for a moment, smile dropping from his face, as he studied you. He peeled off his blindfold, exposing those brilliant blue eyes. A stark contrast against his moon-pale skin and silver hair. The world seemed to rest in his eyes as they seemed to sparkle with life.Â
You didnât falter. Instead, you held his piercing gaze, refusing to bow to the man you once loved hopelessly.Â
âI came to warn you. So before you try to kill me, hear me out.âÂ
Your eye twitched at his words. A taunt mixed with sincerity. He had always been a cocky arrogant bastard, but his expression was so serious it scared you. So much so that you nodded and sat across from him.Â
âNice place, by the way.â he offered and you scoffed in return, telling him with your eyes to get to the point.Â
He held up his hands, took a deep breath, then spoke.Â
âIn the next few years, the Jujutsu world is going to change.âÂ
If it were anyone else, you wouldâve punched them for telling you bullshit that doesnât involve you but⊠That serious expression didnât leave his face.Â
âWhich curse is it?â Satoru held no fear for himself, but rather for everyone around him, including civilians, ever since Riko.
âA first-year name Yuta Okkotsu showed up with a cursed sword imbedded with a high-class curse named Rika. Geto attacked himâŠâÂ
Geto? I knew Suguru defected, but to attack a student? How far gone is he?
Satoru swallowed and then continued.Â
âGeto is dead⊠But y/n, this is just the beginning. Thereâs a group collecting Ryomen Sukunas fingers.â
You didnât hide your shock.Â
âTheyâre trying to resurrect himâŠâ you whispered, nearly to yourself but he heard you while nodding, confirming your suspicion.Â
âThatâs why the curses are gathering in greater numbers, theyâre feeding off the chaos. My guess is the group is trying to bring the glory days of the curses back. Which means ââ
âTheyâre going to raise the number of sorcerers, but they canât do that with you around.âÂ
Your eyebrows knitted together.
What are you getting at, Satoru?
âExactly, I donât know how they plan to disable me. But when that happens, theyâre going to need you y/n. Innocent lives will be lost if you donât step in, but it has to be at the right moment. Theyâve forgotten about you, about your skill how your strength was second to mineâŠâÂ
You were already shaking your head. The thought of going back to that power-hungry world. That bloody worldâŠÂ
âY/n thinkââ
âNo,â you said breathlessly, Satoru's emotionless face of that day flashing in your mind. How he was a hollow shell for the remainder of that final year.Â
It broke something inside of you. You had seen so many deaths, but to see him, the man who smiled so carefree and bright be rendered to⊠That? Sure, he gained a deeper connection to his power, but at what cost?Â
âY/n,â he said your name, voice softer as he reached across the coffee table, his warm fingers brushing yours.Â
âNo, Satoru. You donât know what youâre asking me to do.âÂ
How could he? Your feelings were one-sided, to begin with.Â
Back then, you watched as girls flirted with him as he flirted back. Yet you were always there. You always listened to him when he needed someone to talk to about his scars, about the shadows that chased his light. He did the same for you, but perhaps it was out of pity.Â
You pulled your hand out of his touch, foreign and familiar. Even after all this time, your skin still missed him.Â
âYouâre asking me to step back into the world I hate the most, but only after something horrible happens to youâŠ?â your eyes stung as you finally met his gaze. His features were blurry, but you could see his fair eyebrows knitted together as he bit his inner cheek.Â
âI wonât die,â he promised, voice soft and vulnerable, a voice that you had only heard once before.Â
Your lip quivered.Â
âThere are things worse than death, Satoru Gojo. I rather die, than watch you suffer again,â you admitted.Â
His eyes widened at your words, shock plain on his face but you didnât care, you pressed on.Â
âI will not go through that again⊠When I got that call saying you had been disabled by Toji Fushiguro I felt like I couldnât breathe. It was as if all the air in the world had evaporated. I traveled through the in-between to get to you. Only to find youâŠâ your words died in your throat as salty tears fell from your eyes.Â
Shaking your head, you ran your hands down your thighs to ground yourself to reality.Â
â
Satoru was wordless. Which was rare for him.Â
He hadnât stopped looking for y/n for the past 10 years.Â
When she suddenly announced her separation he felt lost. He had gained a lot, but he lost everything important to him. She had been there for him since the beginning, and he for her.Â
He recalled the first time he had ever seen her cry. There was a rumor that she had no feelings, that the strong female sorcerer was all ice with no heart. But when he saw her high up in a tree, knees tucked into her chest, rocking slightly, he realized they couldnât be more wrong.Â
Itâs not that she didnât feel, itâs that she felt too much, lost too much to the point where she didnât want to let anyone close to her fragile heart.Â
Satoru stared at y/nâs current crying frame, he watched as she tried to steel herself. Hands rubbing her thighs to try and soothe her pain, to ground herself. She chewed on her bottom lip as she concentrated between his eyebrows, unable to truly meet his eyes.Â
Memories of their past flashed in his mind. Particularly the night he opened up to her about growing up in the Gojo clan, and the things he had done leading up to attending Jujutsu High.Â
They were stuck on a mission together, the atmosphere was awkward and they only talked when discussing how to swiftly dispose of the lower-level cursed spirit. Satoru was particularly annoyed because he thought he was given such a remedial task, one that was without Suguru which at that point the two of them had become inseparable.Â
âY/n, are you always so serious?â Satoru drew out his voice while leaning over her shoulder, lazily craning his neck to meet her eyes over his glasses.Â
She simply waved him off with an elegant hand while rolling her eyes.Â
âThe sooner we finish this mission the sooner I can be done with you.â She sighed, popping a piece of gum in her mouth as she pressed on.Â
What is wrong with this girl? Usually, women kill to get a chance to be alone with me.
âHey hey hey arenât you being a little too mean? After all, you should feel grateful that I am here.â he boasted, stuffing his hands into his pockets, matching her brisk pace easily thanks to his long legs.Â
Her features further dropped into annoyance as she eyed him sidelong with one eyebrow raised, as if in a warning.Â
âI have no idea why we got put together. Anyways Gojo, weâre going to be entering the area where the cursed spirit was sighted. Even though itâs reported as a low-level curse we should still be cautious.â the woman scolded as she pushed a piece of her long hair behind her ear. For some reason, that act alone distracted him.Â
âIâm not worried since nothing can touch me. Unless I want it to of course.â he shrugged and she rolled her eyes again.Â
âYes while you may feel invincible, I am not blessed with your lovely Infinity skill. So I will continue being careful.â another bemused sigh escaped her full lips.Â
Why am I so distracted right now? Is it because I know sheâs putting up a front?Â
He was lost in thought for a while till her voice called out into the silence.Â
âThis should be it. You remember the plan, right?â her eyes meet his over her shoulder, a coy smile tugging on her lips.Â
âOf course.â he returned her smile.Â
â
âWell, that was easy.â Satoru whistled looking at the pathetic excuse for a curse. Its corpse lay motionless on the floor of the abandoned skyscraper.Â
âToo easyâŠâ y/n said, voice wary.Â
She crouched down in front of the corpse, face emotionless, eyes dissecting every aspect of the curse trying to find its secrets.Â
Scary. Sheâs too smart.
Her plan went effortlessly. She had him drop his technique entirely so they couldnât be sensed. She went in alone since the curse was reported to only attack young women. He was to tail her, concealing his existence until the curse showed itself. Once it did, all he had to do was attack it with his cursed energy.Â
âSuch a weak curse.â Satoru clicked his tongue, hands returning to his pockets.Â
Why did we even get put on this mission? Y/n maybe I could see, but me? Why couldnât I go on the mission with Suguru? I canâtâ
âGOJO MOVE!âÂ
At that exact moment, he felt a huge amount of cursed energy that he didnât sense earlier, but he was too late.Â
Y/n had jumped in front of his body, shielding him from the attack.Â
Y/n looked at Satoru with wide eyes as the cursed spirit stabbed through her abdomen. Blood spilled from the wound and her mouth as the spirit pulled back.Â
In a second he killed it, but it didnât matter.
Y/n fell to the ground, hand tightly pressed to her wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.Â
Panic bubbled in his chest as he quickly ran to her side, taking off his jacket and shirt, beginning to rip the fabric into ribbons.Â
âWhatâre you?â she asked weakly, color already draining from her face.Â
âDonât talk, move your hand.â she hesitated, but she moved her trembling hand from the wound.Â
Shit, I need to stop the bleeding. I could use the Reversed Curseâ no, too risky. I havenât practiced enough.Â
He moved her jacket and shirt up, exposing her bright red stomach. Taking a deep breath in, he begins stuffing her wound.Â
Y/n screams out in pain as Satoru stuffs the hole, packing it as tightly as he can and he does the same to her back. Despite the pain she was in, she forced her body to be still for him.Â
âAlmost done,â he promised to her, she only nodded through gritted teeth. Her skin was clammy and cool to the touch.Â
Sheâs going into shock.
Hastily he secures the packed wound with the remainder of his t-shirt and then wraps her in his jacket. He watched her face for a minute, her breathing is ragged and her eyes are tightly shut as if she was trying to block out the world.Â
âIâm going to move us now, can you hold onto me?â she nodded weakly as she reached up wrapping her arms around his neck.Â
Her blood smeared all over Satoruâs bare chest and stomach as he stood. He pulled her higher to have her head rest in the crook of his neck to try and return some warmth to her skin.Â
I canât take her to a hospital right now⊠There will be too much of a commotion if I do that. Better if I take her to a hotel for the evening and call someone in secretly to treat her.Â
With one last look down at her he prayed for the first time in years that she survived the night.Â
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âIâm happy you have half a brain Gojo.â Shoko chided as she finished healing Y/nâs wound.Â
They both had been dressed in fresh clothes thanks to Shoko.Â
âIf you didnât act when you did, she would have died because youâre trash,â she added, pulling out a cigarette and making her way to the balcony. He followed behind wordlessly, lost too much in his thoughts to truly take in her words.Â
Shoko was always with Suguru and Satoru, and she is skilled with her Reversed Curse Technique. Thankfully she answered when he called, if she didnât he mightâve had to do it himselfâŠ
âThank you for coming,â he said in reply, and she eyed him while she lit her cigarette, taking a long drag of smoke.Â
âWhereâs Suguru?â she asked instead of responding to his thanks.Â
âAnother mission. They stuck the two of us together. It was supposed to be just one curse. ButâŠâ his words died.Â
Itâs my fault. I got distracted. I let her get hurt.
Shoko sighed, reading his mood, and took another pull of her cigarette.
âSheâs alive, thatâs all that matters.â she flicked the ash over the edge of the balcony.
âI wonât tell the higher-ups, Iâll keep this a secret. But learn from this and be more careful in the future. Not everyone can protect themselves as you can.â she took another long pull, blew out the smoke, and put out the bud.Â
âI am leaving, call me if anything changes.â
He watched as Shoko left and then positioned himself on the chair in front of the bed that housed y/n.Â
The pain was gone from her features but she was still far too pale. The blood that colored her cheeks was gone. The tips of her fingers felt impossibly cold. He had to keep watching the rise and fall of her chest to remind himself she was still alive.Â
Hours passed like that, guilt wracking his mind as he watched her sleep, then she woke up.Â
âGojo?â she called weakly, hand immediately going to her once wounded abdomen.
Her face twisted in confusion as she continuously touched the skin there, feeling for the hole.Â
âShoko healed you.âÂ
His voice was soft and raw, he had no masks to put on today. He couldnât, not after what she did for him.Â
She nodded once, wincing as she positioned herself on her side so she was facing him.Â
âWhy do you look like that?â she asked while running a hand through her messy hair.Â
âLike what?â he knit his eyebrows together.Â
Why is she already picking a fight?
âLike a wounded puppy.â with a huff, she flicked his forehead. Of course, he had let her, but it still left him surprised.Â
âSee, thatâs better. That face suits you way more.â she smiled softly with cracked lips.
âWhat face?â some life returned to his voice.Â
âThe face of a surprised idiot.â nodding as if proud of herself, she burrowed further into the blanket.Â
âWhyâd you do itâŠ?âÂ
âHm?âÂ
âWhyâd you jump in front of me, y/n? You know about my skills and yet youâŠâ he shook his head, unable to finish the sentence.Â
She seemed to ponder the question for a moment, eyes on the ceiling.
Clearing her throat she spoke.Â
âYou may not have noticed it, but you let your technique drop. I felt the difference in the energy. As soon as I noticed the spirit's attack there was no way I could counter-attack in time to save you. So if you look at the scales, and ask what life holds more value, itâs yours. So I choose you.â she said it so matter-of-factly, the blatant disregard for her own life, saying it held less value than his own.Â
âWhat?â
He couldnât wrap his head around it. From a young age, people have tried to kill him. He was positive even the old higher-ups wanted him dead but didnât want to face the consequences of killing the head of the Gojo Clan. Yet here this girl, who he barely knows, is saying that his life is more important to her than her own.Â
She smiled as if reading his thoughts.Â
âAlthough I hate to admit it, you have the power to change this world. I do not. If I could save the world's savior, then maybe my tarnished soul could be spared.â her voice was sweet like honey, but her words struck him deeply.Â
 âTarnished soul?â he repeated her words like an echo.Â
She smiled again, though this time sadness traced her features, settling into her eyes.Â
âYou saved my life, so I suppose I could share some of my demons.â she ran her hands along the blanket.Â
âI discovered my curse technique when I was young. Being able to sense cursed energy and summon Shikigami came very easily to meâŠâ
 She considered something for a moment, then continued.Â
 âYou see, my home life wasnât what you would call a âHappy Familyâ. So I was glad to have a distraction.â she paused, again running her hands along the blanket as if she was soothing herself.Â
âOne day I came home early from school with my report card. I had gotten straight Aâs so I wanted to show my parents. I entered our small home only to find my father stabbing my mother⊠Out of fear and rage, I attacked and killed him. It was also then that I discovered I possessed the Reversed Curse Technique. I tried for hours to heal my dead mother to no avail. Her wounds closed, but her heart didnât beat. The police found the scene two days later, with me hugging my mother's bodyâŠâ By the time she finished, her words were barely a whisper.Â
Silence fell in the room, only the sound of their breaths filled the space. For some time, neither of them spoke.Â
âI have never told anyone that.â she professed, voice shaky and unsure.Â
Not knowing what to say, he reached for her hand. She accepted his touch, and he enclosed her fingers with his, her hand feeling impossibly small.
âYour soul isnât tarnished.âÂ
She met his eyes, hand trembling in his. Something about her expression was so raw, so vulnerable that he felt that he needed to wrap his arms around her and protect her from the world that had taken so much.
âI killed my blood,â she shakily whispered, tears pricking her eyes. He soothed her by rubbing soft circles into her palm.Â
âSo have IâŠâÂ
â
âI canât promise you anything, y/n,â he answered honestly, recalling the pain she shared with him. Knowing full well how much of him she held in her heart, and how much of her he held in hisâŠ
She ran her hands down her face, nails lightly digging into her skin.Â
He read the reports of her movements when Mei had found her. She did networking remotely for a hospital but still went out of her way to hunt down cursed spirits. Going after nests or high-grade curses, to help alleviate the risks for students training at Jujutsu High.
When he got the reports months ago, he almost dropped everything to see her then. But everything got so busy with Yuta.Â
Now that heâs here, all the things he wanted to say died in his throat. The sight of her shaking and crying, the tears he only ever got to see, made his knees weak and his resolve crumble.Â
Women were always interested in him, some he entertained, but none he cared for. Not in the way he cared for Y/n⊠No one compared.Â
âYouâre those kids' best hope if I get taken out of the fight,â he said honestly.
He thought of his new dream, and re-strengthened his mind, trying not to let his resurfaced feelings sway him.Â
Her eyes met his, and his breath caught in his throat.Â
Time had been kind, and her beauty only grew. Eyes mature and loving, face kind and warm. So different from how she looked as a sorcerer.Â
She took him in for a moment, for the first time since she arrived she truly looked at him, she saw him.Â
He felt naked under her gaze, he had never been self-conscious, but with her, he felt nervous. Fearful he wasnât enough, that he wouldnât ever be enough.Â
âYouâre playing dirty, Satoru Gojo, by bringing the next generation into this.â he watched as she sighed, shoulders curving inwards as she leaned back against her chair. Her blood-stained clothes clung to her skin.Â
âThen youâre agreeing?â she nodded, stress already lining her face.Â
Before he could talk, she spoke.Â
âNow if this concludes your business, leave.â the edge from earlier returned to her voice. It threw him for a loop.Â
âYou donât want to talk?â his voice, though sounding normal to anyone else, sounded pathetic to his ears.
She eyed him again, eyelashes wet from her tears.
Beautiful.
âSatoru⊠What do you want from me?â
â
Your heart was in your throat.Â
You agreed to sign yourself back up for pain because Satoru was right. If he was taken out of the fight, those kids will need someone to help them, your personal feelings aside.Â
But how could it not be personal? When the man you loved, who you still love, sat across from you with an open unguarded expression. Practically begging you to continue talking to him.
You spent years trying to forget him. The memories you both shared, the internal wounds you healed together. You tried finding your peace in others, but it was futile. The sight of his smiling face still shined brightly behind your eyes. The stories of his achievements chased your ears.Â
You sighed, running your hands through your hair whilst awaiting his answer.Â
âDo you still feel the same about me, y/n?âÂ
Bastard. Answering my question with a question.
âDoes it matter? You never saw me in that light, to begin with,â you answered him bitterly, some of your anger returning to the surface.Â
Genuine shock filled his beautiful eyes.Â
âI. Why do you think that?â he cocked his head to the side as if studying you.Â
âIt was obvious, Satoru. In many people's eyes, you are a God. Women practically threw themselves at you, and you greedily took in all their advances. I watched it happen time and time again. If you harbored feelings for me, you wouldnât have acted that way.â
The truth hung between you. You ran your hands along your thighs to calm yourself, not wanting to cry for a second time this evening.Â
You made to stand, but Satoru caught your wrist, halting you in place.
âI took you for granted,â he admitted eyes on the floor.Â
The warmth of his hand spread to your flesh. Your skin sang at the feeling, your pores drank him in, missing him as much as your heart did.Â
You stayed silent. The air between you two was impossibly heavy as your heart pounding against your chest, like a bird trying to escape its cage.Â
âI wonât apologize with my wordsâŠâ he stood, now towering over you, even with the coffee table separating your bodies.Â
Those beautiful, intense eyes pinned you in place. You now truly looked at him for the second time this evening.
He grew into his features more, now even more beautiful than he was when you were a teen. He was unreal, like that of a painting. All silver as if he was pure moonlight with eyes like the clearest sapphires. You resisted the urge to take his face in your hands, to greedily bask in his warmth â in his scent.Â
Satoru walked around the table as he gently let go of your wrist. Instead, he place both his hands on your cheeks, cupping your face as his long fingers tangled themselves in your hair. Despite yourself, you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes.Â
Iâm still so weak to you.
âWill you let me make it up to you?â his soft voice whispered, thumbs rubbing your cheeks.Â
You trembled at his touch. He was close enough that you could smell him, the smell of fresh summer rain and jasmine. Beautiful and alluring â it was home. He was homeâŠ
Satoru crouched down now, his face just mere inches from your own. Your breaths mixed as he stared at you so sincerely it made your chest hurt.Â
You gently grabbed his wrists.Â
âI canât lose youâŠâ the words came out of your throat in a croak. The thought of him being hurt or worse frightened you. It made your blood run cold and your stomach churn.Â
âI am yours, y/n.âÂ
Not a promise that nothing will happen to him, but a promise of his heart, and that it belongs to you.
You nearly wept, the words you thought you would never hear now filled your ears. You almost thought this was some twisted dream, and that at any moment reality would slam into you the way it always has.Â
âAnd I am yours, I have been since that day you saw me crying in that tree.â a confession of your heart fell from your lips. One that you held so close and suppressed like a child's dream thinking it will never come true.
He pressed his lips to yours. A soft sweet pressure that made your stomach flutter. You fit so perfectly together that it was dizzying. His lips moved smoothly and passionately against your own, tongue licking your bottom lip asking for permission which you granted.Â
The taste of him caressed your tongue, the smell of him filled your senses, the press of his warm body against your own it all made your toes curl. Your tongues danced as your fingers found their way to his silken hair, tugging slightly, pulling him deeper into the kiss.Â
You had been kissed before, but nothing compared to this. The way his tongue teased yours, the loving press of his soft lips, and the reassuring pressure of his hands against your face; made your knees weak. There was a painful desperation between you two. The unspoken fear that youâll never see each other again.Â
His hands slid from your face to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You gasped at the contact, heat spreading from your face to your chest at the feeling of his firm muscles against your torso.Â
You were so lost in the feeling of him you forgot you had to breathe, so he pulled away firstâ a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips as he rested his forehead against yours.Â
You both breathed heavily, eyes hooded and dark with desire.Â
He caressed your face as if he was trying to remember every curve, dip, and pore that resided there.Â
âY/n,â he whispered breathlessly, desperation coating his voice.Â
âSatoru,â you answered, just as winded as him.
âDonât run away againâŠâÂ
Your eyes widened.Â
He pulled his face back, allowing himself a full view of your features as he lovingly massaged your scalp.Â
âI understand why you left. But you didnât even say goodbye.âÂ
Blue eyes searched yours as if trying to find answers to the questions heâs had for years. Your mind went blank as your blood still sang with praise from the press of his lips, already missing his warmth.Â
You overlapped his large hands with your small ones, gently rubbing the sides of his palms.Â
âI wonât run,â you promised.Â
He didnât move, his eyes still searched yours indefinitely. Almost as if he was holding his breath, waiting for you to change your mind.Â
âI wonât run, I'll fight for you, and for our future.â those words removed the invisible chain that shackled your heart. For so long, you held everyone at arm's length, but where did it get you? You were tired of pushing away your feelings.Â
A smile slowly spread across Satorus's face. It was a dazzlingly unpracticed smile, a real smile. One that was only for you.Â
âOur future?â he repeated while humming as if thinking your words over.Â
You bit your bottom lip in embarrassment as the blush on your cheeks deepened. You got carried away by the moment and perhaps spoke too honestly.Â
âI think I like the sound of that,â he murmured then began planting feather-soft kisses on your cheek.Â
 You bit back your giggle as he continued trailing kisses to your nose, forehead, jawline, then the corner of your mouth.Â
âSatoruâ you called softly, running your hands down the length of his strong arms, hands settling on his shoulders to steady yourself.Â
âHm?â he purred innocently into your skin, lips ghosting over the expanse of your neck. The heat from earlier returned to your bones at his touch.Â
âI am exhausted,â you admitted.Â
You had spent all day tracking the reported nest. You then used up a fair amount of your cursed energy for the attack. On top of that you just went through a whirlwind of emotions you still have yet to process.Â
He pulls his face from your neck, eyes now filled with concern as he traces your body for any sign of injury.Â
You half sigh half laugh as you take his face in your hands, shaking his head slightly.Â
âI.Am.Fine.â you drag out each word from your lips, tilting his head at each word as if it would make it reach his brain.Â
You watch as his eyes gloss over as if missing your point entirely.Â
You sigh, gently stepping out of the warmth of his embrace and gesture to your still blood-soaked body.Â
âI need a shower, hot tea, and decompression time. Itâs been a long day with surprises.â you smooth your hands over your face as the weight of the day settles over you, the excitement of early slowly dissipating.Â
A smirk pulled on the corner of Satoruâs full lips as a mischievous look filled his eyes.Â
âItâs quite late, isnât it?â he mused, playfulness in his tone as he rubbed his chin.Â
âYes, it is,â you confirmed slowly, not quite catching what he was planning.Â
âWell, it would be troublesome for me to leave at this hour, due to the trains stopping for the night. I mean, you know how far Jujutsu High is.â
Your eye twitched. He wasnât wrong, of course, but what he was implyingâ
âSo I guess I have to stay the night!â he said cheerily, extending his arms over his head like a child spinning in a circle.Â
I only have one bed⊠The loveseat is too small for his stupidly long figure.Â
Heat rushes to your cheeks as you briskly brush past him.Â
âI am sure you make enough money, go find a hotel,â you say hurriedly, making your way over to your bathroom.
You hear his light footsteps right behind you, entering your bathroom with you.Â
âAwww, why are you being like that? After we just kissed too?â though he pursed his lips to a pout, his eyes were full of humor.Â
Heâs enjoying this too much.
âAre you saying because we kissed you have earned yourself the right to be in my bed?â you crossed your arms over your chest, making sure to push your full breasts up while jutting out a hip. You wore a breezy white button-up shirt and black pants. A plain outfit sure, but one that complimented your silhouette.Â
If he was going to tease you, you were going to return the favor.
You watched as he swallowed his saliva, eyes taking in your figure as they danced with desire. He stood several inches taller than you, and it didnât help that you were in the confined space of your restroom. With your back pressed against the wall, he peered down at you, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of you.Â
He placed an arm above your head, pinning you in place.Â
âIf I said I wonât do anything unprovoked would you believe me?â he asked his voice deep and low which made your stomach flutter. A smirk was playing on his lips, one that would make most women swoon.Â
You licked your lips, throat suddenly feeling dry.
âYou always do what you want. You get what you want when you want it. So no, I do not believe you.â you continued to meet his heated stare, which seemed to please him. His fingers tilted your chin up further, making you crane your neck up to him.Â
âAre you suggesting I want you, y/n?â he purred, already knowing your answer.Â
You rubbed your legs together, trying to relieve some of that growing pressure between the apex of your thighs. A movement that didnât go unnoticed by Satoru.Â
âIâm sorry, am I supposed to assume otherwise when you follow me into a bathroom and pin me against a wall? Or do you do this with all your friends?â there was one thing you never lacked, and that was your quick temper. Thanks to that, sarcasm tended to lick your words at all times.Â
His hand gripped your face, fingers lightly squeezing your cheeks.Â
âBut are we truly just friends, y/n?â he brought his face closer to yours, hot breath tickling your skin.Â
âI recall,â he hummed as he took his free hand and trailed it down your clothed sternum. âYou called yourself mine earlier.â
Your mind was cloudy, dizzy from the proximity of his face, the warmth of his hand gripping your cheeks, the smell of his skin, the soft caress of his voice; all of him was a drug, one that you could get high off of forever.Â
âI did,â you confirmed swallowing your dry saliva, trying to keep your voice steady.Â
Anticipation coursed through your veins as his finger continued to travel down your abdomen, hooking under the hem of your ruined shirt.
âWould you like me to show you how well I take care of things that are mine?â Satoru hummed, hot finger swirling around your belly button.Â
His long eyelashes lowered, making his intense gaze turn sultry and possessive. You forget to breathe for a moment, the heat between your legs spreading like a fire to your stomach, responding to his soft touch.Â
You bit your lip, your weak attempt at trying to resist him; crumbling with each mixed breath.Â
âWhat do you say, y/n? Will you let me worship you?â he dragged his finger up your stomach, playfully pushing under the band of your bra, just below your breast. Your breath hitched as he pressed his lips to your ear, tongue licking your soft lobe.Â
âWill you let me claim what's mine?â teeth grazed the soft shell of your ear and you gasped, head tilting back as the feeling went straight to your sex.Â
âY-Yes,â you whispered, giving up your control, dropping your last barrier.Â
You felt him smile against your skin as he wrapped his hand around your waist.
âGood girl,âÂ
You had to bite back the moan that threatened to escape your throat as he roughly kissed you, the press of his lips hungry and desperate. Strong hands wrapped themselves around your soft thighs, hiking you up the wall so he could press his hips into yours, hard cock pressing against your need.Â
Locking your legs around his waist you tangled your hands into his hair, fighting his tongue for dominance, clinging to the taste of him. He let a satisfied moan escape into your mouth as you dragged your teeth along his tongue, pulling it further into your mouth, sucking on the muscle. Â
He grabbed your ass shaking it roughly, the action making your clothed clit rubbed against his throbbing cock. You moaned greedily into his mouth as he possessively bit your bottom lip, tongue swirling along the swollen flesh.
Pressing his body further into yours, he removed his hands from your rear and began undoing your blouse, lips never leaving your own. He teasingly brushed his fingers over your clothed peaked nipples as he tantalizingly exposed you to him. Expert fingers crawled up your spine to your bra, undoing its clasp.
Supporting your weight with one arm, he took one step backward so he could remove the clothes that kept your skin from him.Â
He pulled back from the lull of your lips so he could admire you. Your breasts were heavy against your chest as your nipples ached, crying to be touched as the rest of your body did. Â
Satoru let out a satisfied sigh, eyes taking in your breasts as well as the tattoos that decorated your ribs and sternum.Â
âMy fucking God you are perfect,â he praised, freely tracing his hand over the ink of your tattoos, lighting your skin ablaze.Â
âMm, Satoru,â you whined lightly, tightening your legs around his waist to try and give yourself some relief.Â
He laughed darkly, his pupils swallowed his eyes entirely as pure desire resided in them.Â
âEager for my dick, are you?â he hummed, two fingers pushing past your lips. You obediently sucked them, hollowing out your cheeks as you coated his flesh with your saliva as if this was your answer to his question.Â
You reveled in his pleased expression, he played with your tongue a bit while marveling at you. Ever-so-slowly, he removed his fingers from your mouth. He then scissored your thick, stringy saliva between his fingers, placed them in his mouth, and hummed in satisfaction.Â
Your insides turned molten at the sight. His eyes never left yours, even when he dragged his fingers out of his mouth. It was as if he wanted to drink you in, commit your every reaction to memory. He had barely touched you, but you could feel your wetness soak through your jeans. Your walls throbbed, practically begging to be fucked by him.Â
He read your expression easily, smirked, and then pressed his lips to yours instantly claiming dominance over your swollen lips. You were too lost in him to even noticed he had moved to your room, gently placing you down on your bed.Â
Lips trailing white-hot fire down your neck, he hooked his sinful fingers under the waistband of your jeans. He made quick work of taking the fabric off your skin and he kissed, sucked, and nipped at your neck. You moaned, all earlier pride washing away while being steadily replaced with lust.
You spread your legs wide for him, your sex, still clothed, had completely soaked your panties. Cool air kissed your heated flesh and you hissed, earning yourself a chuckle from Satoru. He rubbed gentle circles into the plush of your thighs, making you squirm with impatience.Â
He stepped back and you trailed him, sliding your fingers under his shirt, tugging it off his deliciously toned body.
âItâs maddening that you still have clothes on,â you admitted, bringing your knees under you, and planting kisses on his abdomen. He cursed at the touch, fingers entangling themselves in your hair as his gaze burned through you.Â
âMm, you look so pretty on your knees for me, y/n.â he encouraged you as he lightly dug his fingers into your scalp.Â
You began taking off his pants as you trailed your tongue up his torso, his body shuddering against you as began sucking right above his hipbone.Â
You ensured to leave his boxers on, as he left your panties on you. It was driving you insane having a barrier between you two, but it was also a fun game you knew he was playing; who will cave first?
Ensuring to keep eye contact, you ghost your hand over his clothed length as you dip your tongue under the waistband of his boxers, feeling the stubble of his regrowing pubic hairs against your tongue. His eyelashes flutter as the hand in your hair trembles, you could tell he was holding back. Seeing him this way made your core throb.Â
âAre you trying to tease me?â he breathed heavily, chest rising and falling above you. It served as your encouragement. Purely drunk off the sight of him being so sensitive to your touch.Â
For a response, hummed innocently as you didnât stop your teasing. With your other hand, you slid it up his left leg ensuring it entered his boxers, skillfully avoiding his balls and shaft while you softly swirled your fingers dangerously near where he wanted your touch.Â
His cock twitched, lightly hitting your hand and you smirked, biting into his hip, eliciting a moan from his throat. You moaned sweetly into his flesh, which drove him mad.Â
His hands found your shoulders and pinned you down to the bed as his lips found your clavicle, tongue tracing the length of the bone.Â
âWho knew,â he whispered breathlessly into your flesh, hands spreading your legs wide, as he began planting slopping kisses down your chest.Â
âThat the girl who would cry in trees would be so evil?â Satoru licked his way from your sternum to your navel, tongue swirling around the soft skin making you squirm.Â
You hummed, fingers refinding his hair which prompted him to enclose your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. His mouth wrapped around your nipple, tongue expertly teasing the rosy bud making your toes curl. You mewled, back arching into his mouth as pleasure crawled down your spine.Â
âWho knew that the strongest man in this world would be so weak to my touch?â you challenged back, voice breathy and low. You earned yourself a nip to your nipple, making you yelp as your walls clenched at the feeling.Â
Satoru seemed to like your comment about him being strong because he happily worked your full breasts with his mouth, giving you a sensation of pleasure you never experienced before. Your soft moans filled the room, which only encouraged him more. Every lick, suck, and bite brought you closer to that edge.Â
He noticed too, humming into your skin and then removing his mouth, making you let out a needy whine in protest.Â
âWere you close, y/n?â he cooed, lips traveling south.
âAsking questions you already know the answers to?â you answered slyly, hands struggling against his iron grip. You wanted to replace the warmth your breasts had lost; wanting to chase the taste of pleasure he gave you.
âI always do, sweetheart.â
He smiled up at you, face between your legs, his breath tickling your needy sex. He inhaled deeply, making you blush even harder but you didnât break eye contact, refusing to lose to him.
âLook at you, y/n. You're such a mess for me,â he clicked his tongue and dragged his finger up your wet, clothed pussy. Fire pooled in your gut at the lingering sensation of his finger. Your body trembled. You bit your lip, concealing the throaty moan that threatened you. Â
Satoru got on his knees and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, your dripping core mere inches from his face. Without hesitation, he licked his way up your clothed cunt in a zig-zag-like motion, stopping just before reaching your swollen clit. You moaned loudly at the sudden pressure as your stomach tightened at the pleasure.Â
âYour panties are so soaked, and you wore white, too. Almost like you knew,â His voice vibrated against you, making you shiver.Â
He planted another lick on you, again stopping right before he reached your bundle of nerves, avoiding where you wanted him most.Â
âYou taste so good baby.â he praised while continuing to slowly lick your pussy, your legs began to shake as your body screamed for more. He dug his strong hands into your hips, pinning you to the bed to keep you still for him.Â
It felt so good, but also incomplete. With each swipe of his tongue, he moaned appreciatively, drinking in your scent, losing himself in the taste of your need, but never fully giving you what you want.Â
âS-Satoru, mm, please.â you pleaded helplessly, submitting to him fully.Â
âBe a good girl for me and tell me what I want to hear, y/n.âÂ
Another long lick without relief, you whimpered.Â
âBeg for me,â he whispered darkly, tongue licking above your clit just for emphasis.Â
âI-I am yours,â you panted, the ability to form coherent sentences increasingly becoming hard for you with each press of his tongue.Â
âAnd?â he coaxed, fingers now joining his dance as he rubbed two of them against you.Â
You recalled his words from earlier this evening.Â
âI want you to worship me,â you moaned loudly at the slight brush of his finger against your clit.Â
âWhat else, y/n? Tell me what you want.â his teeth are now wrapped around the lace of your panties, ready to pull them down at your words.Â
You swallowed your pride, allowing yourself to be consumed whole by his eyes.Â
âI want you to fuck me. With your mouth, with your fingers, with your cock. I want you to fuck me however you want, Satoru. I am yours, and you are mine.â as the words left your lips, he peeled your panties off your body.Â
Cool air kissed your throbbing pussy making you quiver.Â
âI am going to make you forget every man that came before me.âÂ
The pure promise of his words nearly drove you over the edge, but nothing could compare to what came next.
His tongue licked up your dripping cunt, making your juices drip down to your ass. He growled anomalistically into you as you coated his tongue. You tangled your fingers in his hair, the sweet press of his tongue against your clit making you buck your hips.Â
âYouâre so perfect,â he praised into your sex, sending sweet vibrations to the deepest parts of you.
His mouth wrapped around your clit, tongue swirling and sucking your bundle of nerves, sending delicious waves of pleasure through your firey veins. Breathing was impossible, you became a moaning mess for him. His name left your lips like a prayer, and he drank it up. Savoring every bit of your helpless moans, knowing they were all for him.Â
Without warning, he slid two warm fingers into your slick walls, momentarily stretching you, then removing them entirely.
What?
You knitted your eyebrows because the only noise you could make was strangled pleasure-filled moans.Â
But soon, those two fingers enter your ass, as his thumb entered your cunt making you moan uncontrollably.Â
You were overstimulated, so much pleasure filled you. His free hand came to play with your breasts, pinching a rolling your nipples between his rough nimble fingers. The edge crept back up, the knot in your stomach tightening.Â
âS-Satoru Iâmââ you cried, your release rapidly approaching.Â
Tears pricked your eyes. No man had ever made you feel this way, let alone make you cum. You were almost afraid of the release.Â
âNot until I tell you to baby,â he warned, his tongue flicking your clit relentlessly as his fingers pumped both your holes, driving you closer and closer to the deep end.Â
You clenched your walls hard, trying so desperately to hold back your orgasm, which only made Satoru pump and suck you faster.Â
âI-I canâtââ
âCum for me baby,âÂ
His words were your undoing. On his command, you came hard around his fingers, both of your holes shuddering as pleasurable waves crashed over your body. Stars blotted your vision. Your feet became unbearably hot as your hands held his hair for dear life as if it would save you from your overwhelming orgasm.Â
âGood girl, cum for Daddy.â Satoru praised you, tongue tracing slow circles on you as his hand helped you ride the wave.Â
You felt like you were floating. Your body was impossibly light as you came down from your high. You tried to remember how to breathe.
Inhale⊠Exhale⊠Inhale⊠Exhale.
Wet lips found yours, the taste of you lingering on his tongue as his body hovered over you. You moaned into his mouth, your body sensitive and mind hazy as the after-effects.Â
Through his searing kiss, you began to reground yourself in reality. You hook your legs behind Satoruâs, then flip your bodies, pleased to find at some point he removed his boxers as your slickness coated him.
âYour turn,â you take his bottom lip between your teeth, dragging them slowly along the plump flesh. He gives you an appreciative smack to your ass, the feeling going straight to your groin.Â
You trail your lips down his neck, licking and sucking at the supple skin, relishing in the gasp that escapes Satoruâs lips when you lick his ear. Grinding your slick pussy against him, he grunts, hands holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises.Â
You smile as you feel him grit his teeth, soft pants leaving his lips.Â
âFeel good Daddy?â you ask innocently, pulling your face back to look at his beautiful face.Â
His cheeks were flushed with lips wet and parted, eyebrows knitted together, and eyes completely transfixed on your wet pussy grinding against him.Â
âMm, you feel good baby,â he says to you softly and watches as you lean back further, placing your hands on his sculpted chest, moving your hips with a deeper pressure.
âTell me what you want,â you sigh, enjoying the warm feeling of his thick cock against you. His eyes find your face, taking in your satisfied features, smirking at the sight of you getting yourself off by just grinding on him.Â
He takes your face in his hand and traces your lips with his finger.Â
âI want you to wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock.âÂ
The heat in his gaze alone nearly drives you over the edge, so you oblige him. Making a show of you getting on all fours for his lying down frame, wiggling your ass in the air for him, earning yourself another spank.Â
You take his member in your hand, pumping him a few times, marveling at his length and girth. Satoru just watched you, sucking in air between his teeth at your touch.
Bigger than anyone Iâve ever hadâŠ
Meeting his eyes, you brought your lips to his tip. Sucking and swirling your tongue, humming when the salty yet sweet taste of his precum hits your lips. His expression darkened as you moved your mouth down his shaft, hollowing out your cheeks, allowing him to travel down your esophagus until your nose touched his stomach.
âS-Shit, y/n.â his hands fisted your hair as you happily shook your mouth around him, causing him to curse again.Â
Slowly, you make your way back up, licking his underside as your hand cup and gently massage his balls. Heâs beautiful, even with the sweat dripping down his brow and his face contours from pleasure.Â
You begin to pick up your pace. Ensuring to suck harder towards the tip and make slurping and choking noises to stroke his ego. Your saliva thickened as your throat fucked him and as soon as you could comfortably take him he regained control.Â
Satoru began thrusting his cock in your mouth at a relentless pace, you could see the satisfaction in his eyes as your tears formed and you struggled to breathe.Â
âYou look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. What a good little slut you are.âÂ
Your walls clenched at his word as you licked and sucked him as best you could with his pace, getting off on the fact that you were pleasing him. You moaned against him, which in turn made his cock twitch.Â
âFuck, just like that baby.â he hissed while throwing his head back into the sheets, the base of his cock twitching more and more in your mouth.Â
Suddenly, he aggressively pulled your head back, completely taking your mouth off of him, saliva dripping from your wet lips.Â
He laughs, running his thumbs along your cheeks. He pulls himself to a sitting position as you hungrily stare at his glistening angry red cock that stands proudly against his stomach.Â
âYou almost made me cum,â he mused breathlessly, peppering kisses along your cheek.Â
âWell, that was my intent,â you smile and he groans, flipping your bodies so that youâre under him again.Â
He aligns himself with your dripping entrance and smiles at you. He smacks his cock against your clit, sending shocks down your spine.Â
âTell me to stop if it hurts, okay?â you bit your lips and nodded, earning you another world-shatteringly beautiful smile.Â
âSo perfect,â he murmurs against your lips as he slowly pushes into you, swallowing your gasp.
You tremble as your walls adjust to his thickness, the feeling of him stretching you felt like heaven. Inch by inch he pushes into you, allowing you to adjust to him every step of the way. His tongue plays with yours as he swallows your satisfied moan at the feeling of fullness he gives you.Â
âFuck Satoru,â you breathe between the two of you. He nips at your bottom lip as he grabs your legs, allowing himself to bottom out in your pussy.Â
âYouâre so fucking tight, y/n,â He presses his forehead against yours as a shuddering breath passes his lips. You nod your head while digging your fingers into his shoulders, a signal to him to start moving.Â
He pulls out of you, almost entirely, then rolls his hips back into yours. The feeling makes your stomach tighten, he reached so deep in you as your velvet walls hungrily sucked him back in causing you both to let out a moan.Â
He picked up his pace, now biting his lower lip in concentration. You couldnât help yourself as you reached up and caressed his face, marveling at this beautiful man.Â
âMine,â you whispered, almost to yourself.Â
âYours,â he answered, slamming his hips into you, angling himself to hit that spongey spot that connects right to your clit.
You couldnât hide the obnoxious moan that left your throat as he hit that spot over and over again, making your eyes roll back.Â
âFound it,âÂ
You both lost yourselves in the feeling of each other. Him in the warm wet bliss of your walls tightly hugging him, you in the friction and stretch of him. Your mouths were a hot mess of skin, teeth, and saliva. Your hands hungrily gripped one another. His hands find your ass, bringing your hips up to reach a new depth in you, which you returned by meeting his relentless thrusts.Â
There was a sort of desperation in your movements together, as if you both feared this would be the last time you would be able to express yourselves.Â
Your breaths became ragged as you felt the approach of your second release. You hopelessly raked your nails down Satoruâs spine. His thrusts became more erratic as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, which caused you to clench around him. He wrapped his hand around your throat, hard enough to leave a mark, light enough to allow you to breathe.Â
âFuck baby, Iâm close.â he breathed into your ear, hot and heavy. The words brought you closer to the edge.Â
âI want you to cum for me Daddy.â You said breathlessly, the words falling off your lips in a slur. He grunted, fingers digging into your plump ass.Â
He sucked the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He reached between your bodies and rubbed expert circles into your clit, sending you over the edge for the second time that evening.Â
Your release crashed over you hard as your walls clenched around Satoru, taking him over the cliff with you. His seed spilled in you, warm and deep which made you feel so full and satisfied. You moaned helplessly into his shoulder as he whispered your name in your ear as if it was the most precious thing in the world.Â
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Y/nâs body shuddered against him as they came down from their highs together. Satoru rubbed soothing circles against her sweaty back while peppering her hot cheeks with light kisses.Â
He has had a lot of sex, but nothing ever felt like that to him, ever. His cock was already hard again, deep inside y/n's warm pussy, plugging her full of his seed.Â
He had no intention of having children, but he needed to claim her, in every way he possibly could. He wasnât satiated, not even close.Â
âY/n,â he pressed a kiss to her soft, swollen lips. Basking in the taste of their combined lust.Â
âHm?â she murmured dreamily, long eyelashes fluttering against her deeply flushed cheeks.Â
âTurn around for me,â he ordered. She whimpered but obediently did as he said.Â
Sluggishly, she unlatched their bodies and crawled forward on the bed, and got on all fours, shaking her ass in front of his face. He sighed at the sight, watching as their mixed juices streamed down her plump thighs.Â
Getting on his knees himself, he positioned himself at her entrance, relishing in the way her body shuddered at the contact. Grabbing her long hair and wrapping it around his hand, he slammed his cock into her quivering pussy.Â
She moaned loudly into the bed as he tilted his head back, getting drunk from the feeling of her tight velvet walls sucking him back in, taking all of him. Satoru didnât hold back as he greedily fucked her, watching as her ass bruised with his hand prints bounced on his cock.Â
She cried his name into the bed, hands gripping the sheets as her chest fell to the mattress forcing her back to arch at a harsher angle. He watched as drool pooled from her mouth with her face squished, moving back and forth with each hard thrust of his hips.Â
âYouâre doing so good baby girl,â he moaned meaning every word.Â
She smiled, lifting her head slightly to meet his eyes, nearly driving him over the edge. He never came quickly before, which is why he was so shocked when he nearly busted from her mouth alone. She had bewitched him, in ways that no woman could even compare. From the feeling of her lips, moans that were soft and musical to his ears, down to the taste that dripped for him. No one came close.Â
âMm, you feel so fucking good.â her praise was like honey, making his cock twitch and he set an ungodly pace, hands digging into her hips so he could pull her into his deep thrusts.Â
âFuck fuck fuck,â she cursed, her legs shaking beneath him as her walls clenched around him.Â
He smiled wolfishly, roughly grabbing her face and kissing her. She moaned into his kiss, unable to control the tears falling from her eyes.Â
Tasting the salt on his tongue, Satoru pulled away and sweetly kissed her tears away.Â
âDoes it hurt baby?â he asked softly, fear suddenly coating his veins.Â
âN-No, youâre just, ah, so, you feelââ her words were messy and slow, yet he couldnât help but think she couldnât look more beautiful to him.Â
She let down each and every last barrier for him tonight, and he knew how scary that was for her. He wanted to appreciate her, in every way possible, starting with giving her the pleasure that he knew no one had given her. He could tell by her reactions, the surprise on her face at each orgasm that she never came through sex before. It filled him with pride and a sense of ownership.Â
He slowed his pace, rubbing circles into her lower back to allow her to breathe.Â
âWhat is it, love?â he coaxed, lovingly smoothing her hair out of her face.Â
She gulped down air relaxing into his touch, and she sighed.Â
âItâs a lot, I-Iâve never.â she closed her eyes, body shuddering against him. Again, he felt her walls clenching him deliciously, it took everything in him not to moan.Â
âI know, baby. I know,â he assured her, peppering kisses along her spine. His hips moved in sync with hers, matching her pace while enjoying the full feeling of her.
âDo you want to stop?â he offered, but she shook her head with vigor even with her eyes showing signs of exhaustion. He couldnât help the chuckle that escaped his lips, she was just as drunk off of him as he is of her.Â
He was enjoying this almost too much. He could do this for hours, but he didnât know if her body would hold up.Â
âGood girl,âÂ
At his praise, her pussy responded, clenching hard around him.Â
He smiled, taking his hand and pressing it to the base of her neck, gently forcing her face down into the bed. She screwed her eyes shut, teeth sinking into her lips to conceal her moan.Â
With a deep breath in, he picked his pace back up, rolling and hammering his cock into her. Her legs began shaking so much to the point they gave out on her, her body laying flat on the bed as he continued to bring them closer to their high.Â
âFuck, youâre so deep,â she moaned, voice muffled by the sheets.Â
He grunted, the compliment filling him with even more motivation.Â
âYou do such a good job at taking this dick, y/n.âÂ
She whimpered her orgasm close. He could tell by how tense her body was. Her walls were impossibly tight around him, clenching down hard on his cock as if it was trying to suck him in.Â
âD-Daddy I'm closeââÂ
His eyes rolled back. Hearing her sweet voice say such dirty things for him drove him crazy.Â
âI want you to cum all over my cock baby.âÂ
He pressed kisses to her shoulder, sucking on the skin as his release crept up on him, balls tightening to prepare for the burst.Â
Her hands clawed helplessly at the sheets as he overstimulated her body.Â
âThatâs right, let go, y/n. Let me make you feel good.âÂ
She screamed his name as she came all around him, dragging his orgasm out of him. White-hot fire crashed over him as he stopped dead in her, shaking violently as he spilled his seed into her for the second time.Â
âFuck,â she heaved, chest rising and falling heavily. He could only nod against her clammy skin, lips pressing soft kisses to her shoulder.Â
She reached her hands around their bodies and began rubbing his thighs, small hands trying to soothe him.Â
Laughing lightly, he slowly detached himself from her. His cock missed her warmth immediately as he set out to her bathroom, bare feet padding on the cold hardwood floors. He found the towel he sought and returned to her side.Â
She whimpered while he helped her into a sitting position. Slowly, he pressed light kisses to her face as he gently cleaned his seed off of her. It had spilled everywhere. Down her thighs, on her ass, on the sheets. Everything was sticky from their various fluids, and it made him feel good knowing he was the one that caused it.Â
He looked to y/n. She leaned back on her hands, eyes closed, forehead slick with sweat, lips parted as she tried to breathe. Her nipples were still peaked as he took in the sight of the love marks he had left on her skin. It made him smile.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, pushing some of her hair that stuck to her face out of the way.Â
âHm, so are you.â she hummed happily, opening her eyes to meet his.Â
His heart skipped a beat.Â
The way she looked at him was indescribable. Even back then, she had been one of the few people who were completely honest with him. She didnât care how powerful he was. She ignored it and accepted him. He showed her the darkest parts of himself, and she still supported him with a smile. This woman, who he failed to realize his feelings for till it was too late, looked at him with nothing but love.
He pulled her into his lap, taking her lovely face into his hands.Â
âI canât promise you itâll be easy with me,â her eyes widened.Â
âThere may be a time where I get hurt, or I sacrifice myself for my students, or I make a stupid decision.âÂ
âYou always make stupid decisions,â she chided with a snort, coaxing a smile out of him.Â
âBut, my heart is yours, y/n. For however long we are here on this earth, I promise to love you, and only you.â the truth of his words clanged between them as his heart pounded against his chest. It was the first profession of love he ever made and meant â it terrified him. Being this vulnerable, knowing now he truly had a weakness.Â
She smiled, softly taking his hands in hers.Â
âI love you, Satoru Gojo. I will love you through the pain and blood that awaits us. I will love your stupidity. I will accept your demons, fears, and dreams all the same. I will support you. I am yours.âÂ
His lips found her soft ones, trying to conceal the tears that fell from his eyes. Despite that, her hands found his cheeks, lovingly wiping away his tears.Â
He couldnât stop the flow. He felt so much at once; relief, pain, sadness, longing, happiness, fear, love. It overwhelmed him. He had missed her for so long. The way he would push her buttons so she could spit fire at him. How he was the only one who saw her soft laugh. He missed the way she would hold his body with her small one, promising him he wasnât a monster as her scent enveloped his senses. He chased the smell of her for years, due to it being the only thing that made him feel at ease.Â
He realized then.Â
She was home. She is his home. Â
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One year later
âY/nnnnnnnn~!â Utahime called out to you, arms spread wide and she ran towards your approaching figure.Â
You smiled softly, opening your arms to accept her embrace. The woman crashed into your arms, chest pressing hard against yours as she sobbed into your neck.Â
âI thought you died! To think that bastard Gojo found you before I did!â she cried and you laughed, rubbing circles into your friend's back.Â
âOi! What do you mean by âbastard Gojoâ? And get off my woman!â his tone made you chuckle.Â
You two havenât changed much.
âUtahime, let y/n breathe.âÂ
You look in the direction of the voice and saw Mei Mei.Â
Your heart stopped. She looked even more beautiful than she did when you were young.Â
Utahime begrudgingly lets go of your frame. Though she pulled her cool indifferent mask back on, you could make out her slight pout.Â
Mei Mei grabbed your shoulder, her red lips pulling into a wicked smile.Â
âHave you been well? Has this trash been treating you well?âÂ
âHey, Iâm right here!âÂ
âYes, I have been well, how about you?â you smile innocently as you, Mei Mei and Utahime start walking â ignoring Satoru entirely.Â
The grounds of Jujutsu High were just as beautiful as you remembered. You chatted idly with your friends, sharing stories of the past ten years. Utahime couldnât hide her tears at some parts, where Mei Mei reassuringly rubbed your shoulder. Satoru lazily trailed behind, a secret smile on his lips as he watched you smile with your friends.Â
As you entered the main building you sighed, memories flooding your mind of your time here.Â
âTime sure does fly,â you muse, spinning in a small circle to take in your surroundings.Â
âIt does,â they all said in unison, making you chuckle.Â
âDo they know?â you asked no one in particular, knowing everyone knew what you were asking.Â
âGojo is still hiding your existence from the higher-ups, which is why weâre confused as to why he brought you here. Is it for Itadori Yuuji?â Mei Mei asked carefully, eyeing Satoru side-long.Â
You nodded once. He proposed that you meet Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki so they could learn your face and trust you in the future.Â
As you approached the classroom an annoyed female voice rang through the hall.Â
âOi! Idiot A and B are you listening?!â
âYes yes yes, weâre listeningâ
âI want a steakâ
âNo you idiot I said weâre eating sushi! Sushi! Listen and repeat after me. Su-shi. Tell that happy-go-lucky teacher of ours that we want sushi!â Â
You had to stifle your laughter as Satoru opened the doors to the classroom, arms spread wide with a nonchalant smile plastered on his face.Â
âNo need to fear your good-looking teacher is here!âÂ
âHuuuh?â the students said in unison, their heads cocked to the side as they stared at the teacher with dumbfounded expressions.Â
Mei Mei and Utahime positioned themselves outside the classroom, ensuring to keep an eye out for anyone who might come down the hall and see you.Â
You quietly step into the classroom, an awkward smile on your face as you softly wave to his precious students.Â
âHello, I am y/n l/n. It is nice to meet you.â you bow deeply to show respect to the younger generation, but you hear Satoruâs sneaky chuckle.Â
âGojo-sama is this the girlfriend youâre so obsessed with?â a cool-toned voice called out from the black-haired student.Â
Tojiâs son, huh?
âNo way, this is your girlfriend?!â the pink-haired boy called out, voice full of energy and brightness.Â
Sukunas vessel.
âOf course, itâs his girlfriend, look at the way heâs standing so close to her.â the young female chided, looking at you with bright sparkling eyes.Â
You couldnât hide your laughter. You used your hand to cover your mouth as the sight of them reminded you so much of Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko.Â
âI wanted to introduce you to her, so in the future, if you have to work with her know that she can be trusted. Back in the day, her strength was second only to mine.â Satoru bragged about you shamelessly to his students, making you blush.Â
Yuuji blushed while looking at you whereas Megumi simply turned his gaze away. Nobara still looked at you with awe.Â
âWhy arenât you a sorcerer anymore?â Yuuji asked, and you smirked bringing your index finger to your lips.Â
âItâs a secret.â you threw the students a wink, and Megumi let out a sigh.Â
âYouâre just as bad as him.â Megumi stuck his chin out towards Satoru, which made you smile inwardly.Â
Itâs still strange to think Satoru raised this kid, even if it is to spite the Zenâin clan.Â
âDonât be rude!â Nobara slapped his knee, causing Megumiâs eye to twitch.Â
âStop fighting, youâre making me look bad.â Satoru scolded, but none of them listened.Â
âHuh? Who cares about that?â Megumi challenged, easily pushing Satoruâs buttons.Â
âEh? What did you just say you brat?â Satoru wasted no time, locking Megumis head in his arm, aggressively messing his spiky hair up.Â
You stood, trying to stifle your laughter at the lively sight. Nobara cheered Satoru on while Yuuji remained shocked at his teacher's actions. You could hear Mei Mei sigh and Utahime covered her eyes in disappointment.
You didnât know how long this would last, but it made your heart feel so full. It healed the very last wound that plagued your soul. Finally, you were whole again.Â
You became remade in the brightness of their light.Â
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hi, hello, how is it going all my lovely people reading this post !!! for those of who who may or may not have known I began a journal around the time I started this blog two years ago, I wrote a namjoon fic series about it called Foreign Sanctuary, and the end game for this journal was to always send it in to him- Kim Namjoon, not for any particular reason, just as one poet to another, one fan to an idol, and one girl to a boy.Â
with that being said, after two years, the journal is just about filled, and along with it, I want to include some other things from more than just me. Therefore, I want to do a post it project. I have purchased the largest pack of colored sticky notes I could find, and with the messages you guys send in, I plan on putting the sticky notes with your guyâs messages, onto every page that is empty next to a poem. or if needed, create a new book for them altogether.Â
this probably sounds very lame, but I donât want this to be a gift just from me, I really want this to be something from a lot of fans who might not have the opportunity to be heard otherwise. And I donât really have the money to do something super elaborate, so i think this is simple, but sweet and personal.
On a side note, Iâd like to just set some vague guidelines:
1) Please understand that this is something for Namjoon, so please keep your messages related to him, yourself or Bangtan as a whole, Also, please keep in mind that while Namjoon deserves the worldâs longest essay of appreciation, these messages are going on sticky notes so donât make it too long
2) Be nice! If you have something mean to say or send in something salty I wonât be putting it in there at all
3) Iâd prefer whatever messages you send to be off anon or through dm, so that I can directly reply once it is in, but if you donât feel comfortable sending in things for him off anon then know that I will most likely be making a thread of some sort where you can track the anonymous messages so you can ensure yours is in. Also remember though, that being off anon is the only way i can credit the message as yours with your url, if not it will just be written as from an armyÂ
4) If youâd like to have me print small graphics, drawings, or computer arts, send them to my email, @[email protected] and I will print them on small photo paper and put those in as well
5) If you have any other ideas, or things youâd like me to send, let me know by direct message and we can definitely discuss it. Letâs celebrate this wonderful guy in any way we can <3
I hope that for everyone, this can be a fun, exciting, and happy opportunity to share positivity with Namjoon and BTS, and if you have any questions about the project, the journal, or how it all works, let me know and I will answer them!Â
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