blue skysully

He saunters over, all easy confidence, towering over you with that broad chest straining his button-up. "You lost, princess?" he drawls, voice low and teasing. You stammer something about waiting for your friend, but he's already leaning in, his cologne wrapping around you like a trap. Before you know it, he's got your hand in his, pulling you through the crowd to a quieter hallway upstairs. "just wanna be close to you," he says, but his eyes say otherwise.

The door to his room clicks shut, and suddenly it's just you and him. Your heart hammers as he backs you against the wall, his hands on your hips. "You're so fucking adorable, you know that..." he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. "An angel. Bet no one's touched you like this." You shake your head, cheeks burning, but he doesn't stop. His mouth crashes onto yours, tongue demanding entry, tasting like mint and mischief. You melt into it, your body betraying your nerves, hands clutching his shirt.

He breaks the kiss, eyes dark with hunger. "Gonna make sure you'll never forget this night." his fingers trail down your body, slipping under your skirt, brushing your panties. You gasp as he rubs slow circles over the fabric, feeling the dampness there. "So wet already. Obviously for me" He hooks his fingers in the waistband and yanks them down, exposing you... Why does he think highly of himself... You try to close your legs, but he kneels, prying them apart with strong hands. "No no no sweetheart, open it up"

His breath ghosts over your pussy, making you shiver. Then his tongue flicks out, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. You cry out, fingers tangling in his white hair. He groans against you, lapping at your folds like he's starved, tongue delving inside to taste your innocence. "Fuuuck, you taste so sweet," he mutters, before sucking your clit between his lips. He plays with it mercilessly circling, flicking, nipping lightly while his fingers tease your entrance. One slips in, then two, stretching you with a burn that mixes pain and pleasure.

You buck against his mouth, overwhelmed, your first real taste of this forbidden heat. He curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyes. "Come for me, baby," he commands, and you do, shattering with a sob, juices coating his chin.

He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like a wolf. His pants hit the floor, revealing his thick cock, hard and veined, tip leaking pre-cum. It's huge, intimidating, and you whisper, "I-i'm actually a virgin." His eyes flash with something primal. "Well, i can tell... I'll be your first and last." He doesn't wait, lifting you onto the bed, spreading your thighs wide.

He lines up, rubbing his cockhead against your slick pussy, coating himself. Then he thrusts in aggressive, unrelenting— breaking through your barrier in one brutal push. You scream, tears pricking your eyes at the sharp pain, but he doesn't stop. He fucks you hard, hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt each time. "S-shit... take it," he growls, one hand pinning your wrists above your head. Your pussy clenches around him, adjusting to the invasion, the stretch turning to fire.

He pounds into you nonstop, the bed creaking under the force. You feel him deep, so deep his cock bulges your tummy with every thrust, a visible swell that makes him laugh darkly. "Look at that– I'm rearranging your guts." He presses a hand to your stomach, feeling himself move inside you, and it sends you spiraling. Pain fades to ecstasy, your walls fluttering as he drives you toward another orgasm.

He doesn't let up, flipping you onto your stomach, yanking your ass up. He slams back in from behind, fingers digging into your hips, bruising. "So fuckin perfect," he grunts, fucking you like he owns you. You come again, sobbing into the pillow, but he keeps going, relentless. Sweat slicks your bodies, the room filled with the wet slap of skin and your moans.

Finally, he pulls out, flipping you over. "Open," he orders, stroking his cock furiously. Hot ropes of cum splatter across your lips and tongue. You hesitate, but his eyes dare you, and you lick it up, swallowing the salty bitterness, tasting him on your breath.

He collapses beside you, chest heaving, but the afterglow is short. "that was fun," he says casually, like it was just another conquest. Your heart aches, you gave him everything, your virginity, your trust. But as you lie there, sore and spent, a quiet resolve builds. He's an asshole, a player, but maybe you can change him. Show him kindness, real connection. He glances at you, smirking, but there's a flicker in his eyes.... something softer?

He scoops you up without a word, carrying you to the bathroom. The shower sprays hot water over you both, steam filling the air. He washes you gently now, soaping your body, fingers tracing the marks he left. But gentleness doesn't last, his cock hardens against your thigh. "Roooound two," he murmurs, pressing you against the tile.

He lifts one of your legs, sliding back into your pussy with a groan. The water makes everything slicker, his thrusts aggressive again, pinning you in place. He fucks you under the spray, hand between your legs to rub your clit, building you fast. You cling to him, nails in his back, as he drives deep, bulging your tummy once more. "Gonna fill you up," he promises, and he does, pumping cum inside you until it leaks down your thighs, mixing with the water.

Satoru peers over at you as you get pushed hard, while he’s running practice as Sukuna had a ton of marketing shit to do for the team, he ran a lot of that – he ran a lot of everything for the team, really. He figured he’d probably come for his nephew’s first day on the rink though. Yuuji slams a puck hard and Satoru grins all proud, peeking at you again.

 "Your timing is off in the second half,” he hears, frowning at just how harsh she seems to be – not that Sukuna wasn’t with them, but she seems even more of a hard ass. “You're losing energy fast, we'll need to increase your conditioning.”

“I am a little tired…” You admit softly, a little out of breath and shaky. “I didn’t get breakfast because I woke up late.

“Unnaceptable, you need to up your caloric intake – and that combo spin at the end? You’re not hitting that right either. Run it again and then you can eat, after you improve these moves."

You feel embarrassed suddenly, your eyes catch Satoru – seeing his reassuring little smile.

“Go eat first then if you’re that distracted,” her words cut your thoughts off once more, you blush a bit and not, skating past Satoru with a little smile.

He feels his goddamn heart race, just from your little smile – all tired and exhausted. He wishes you were tired from riding his cock, rather than your cute little self just smoking and drinking for the first time. He knows he's completely and utterly fucked, obsessed with the one woman he absolutely shouldn't want.

“You like her?” Satoru realizes he’s staring at you when Yuuji brings it up, clearing his throat now.

“What makes you say that?”

“Can’t take your eyes off her,” Yuuji gets a little serious then, peering over at Satoru. “My sister, she's never even dated anyone, and she’s really, really sweet.”

“I… I know that,” he murmurs, feeling Yuuji’s eyes looking at him very curiously. “I do really like her, yeah, but fuck don’t tell your uncle.”

“I mean I won’t though it’s obvious – but… as much as I admire your hockey playing, she’s my sister and I always look out for her,” Satoru nods then, a hand on Yuuji’s shoulder.

“I have no intention of hurting her – I want to get to know her,” he peeks over where you’re eating, he almost says good girl out loud. “You’ve heard about me then, huh?”

“Just that you’re quite a partier – which Choso is too, but… not when it comes to women,” Yuuji’s blushing a bit, Satoru’s lips quirk up. “If it ever got serious and you hurt her, I would not be much better than my uncle.”

How devoted your family is to you truly just makes Satoru even more intrigued about you in so many ways. “I get it, promise it’s not my intent.”

“Good, I think I really like you, so,” Satoru grins. “I just am protective.”

“Isn’t she your big sis?”

“Still…” Satoru can’t help but smile more at just how cute you are when you wave at him, peering at your phone and blushing for his eyes.

You – oh um… thank you? I… you can’t just text this in the middle of the day!

Good girl – was he trying to mess with you?

By the end of the grueling session, every muscle in your body is fucking tense, you feel it not just more because of how relentless she is, but also the lack of sleep is kicking your ass. She’s had you repeat your triple axel combination until your legs felt like pure jello, before she saw you were so damn exhausted she relented and called it for a day.

You glide slowly toward the rink's exit, practically counting the moments until you can collapse in your bed. You're about to step off when suddenly Satoru Gojo is right there, crouching down and kneeling in front of you, making you lose any good sense, those eyes looking at you underneath his snowy lashes.

“Hi,” he says softly, reaching down with practiced movements, slipping on the pretty pink skates guards before you can even process what's happening, your brain all sluggish.

“Hi,” you whisper back, biting your lip nervously. “You got these for me?”

“They were just right here,” he helps you over and you almost collapse, making him look at you with concern, his hands steadying your waist, the warmth seeping in over your glittery outfit, your heart hammers in your chest. "Don't want you breaking an ankle before our date."

You blush furiously at the mention of the date. “I’m excited for it.”

“So am I,” it takes a lot not to kiss you, to act casual in front of everyone, clearing his throat and smiling at you now. "You look exhausted – come on, let's get these off you."

He's got you sitting on a nearby bench, kneeling again and ruining your psyche, his hand brushing your calf, burning your skin and sending signals to your body, nipples pressing up, breath catching in your throat. “Satoru, you don’t have to do all this.”

“You’re exhausted,” he says softly, long, elegant fingers working deftly at the laces of your skates. When he removes the first skate, you sigh in relief, but his expression changes when he looks at your ankle. “Shit…”

“Shit what?” Your eyes are already drifting, Satoru takes off your other one and sighs.

"Sweetheart," he murmurs, his fingers gently tracing the skin, you feel it then – it’s aching. "Your ankle is all swollen."

You look down to see he's right – both your ankles are in fact, you grimace just a bit when he sits next to you, tugging your legs in his lap, making you blush like crazy at the feeling, but he’s looking with concern. "They're fine – ah!”

"No, they're not. She’s working you too hard.”

“She’s not, really, mnh,” Satoru gently massages the swollen area, you can't suppress the little soft sigh of pleasure that mixes with the pain, and the utter desire at him in your proximity.

“Not really?” He asks, leaning in closer, the two of you are on a far bench hidden from view just a bit, but when he’s that close you panic. Someone could see you both see your hand on his chest as he massages your sore little ankles, studying you with devastating blue eyes. “You sure?”

“I’m sure, you’re making it better…” You whisper, he sighs at just how goddamn pretty you are, unable to stop himself from pressing a soft kiss to your lips, drinking in your sigh. “Satoru…”

“Fuck,” he’s kissing you again, your hand entangled in his locks – it’s reckless, foolish, but you can’t stop. "Let me take care of you tonight." His whisper against your swollen lips almost ends you.

“Tonight? Take care of me?” He sighs, gently massaging your aching calf with one hand, his other cupping your face.

“I’ll make sure to massage every pretty inch of your body,” he says, voice husky, your eyes dilate and you give him this look, the sort of look that has him wanting to do the most filthy fucking things. “Want me too?”

Before you can respond, a huge ass fucking shadow falls over you both, and you look up with wide eyes. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

You both freeze, turning to see Sukuna standing there, his huge arms crossed over his chest.

“I thought you weren’t coming to-”

“So you’ve got your hands on my niece? No,” he smacks Satoru in the back of the head, making him glare.

“I was just-”

"Just leaving," Sukuna cuts him off again, his eyes narrowing over at you, bright fucking red. "Now."

“No,” Sukuna scoffs, raising his brows. 

“No!?”

“No, look at her, she’s fucking hurting,” Satoru says firmly, his hands not leaving despite the imminent threat of your big ass uncle.

Sukuna's gaze drops to your ankles, he sighs now, brows drawing together.

“She’s all swollen from one day with this new trainer? Isn't that ridiculous?”

“Are you all right?” Sukuna asks quietly, you nod and Satoru backs off. Uncle Sukuna kneels down on the ground and peers at your ankles, fingers touching your ankles gingerly.

“It’s nothing…” Satoru and Sukuna both give you a look.

“Really?” Satoru scoffs and you nod again.

“Really! I'm good!”

“Hate to fucking agree with this idiot-”

“Excuse me!?” Satoru cuts him off, but Sukuna ignores him. 

“It’s not nothing though,” he continues on as he stands up, and scowls at Satoru. “You making her feel better looked like you were kissing her, clearly my eyes are seeing shit wrong?”

“So wrong!” You barely hold back your laughter, Satoru stands and eases your ankles off his lap, looking at you and taking your hand, kissing it, earning your giggle. “Look how gentlemanly I am.”

“Sure, and I’m a fucking pretty figure skater,” Satoru snorts and winks down at you, when Sukuna catches sight of your trainer. “Hey!”

“Uncle Kuna!”

“No,” he looks at you scowling – but then his expression softens a bit. “I clearly need to have a conversation with her. Gojo, get fucking gone.”

Satoru reluctantly leaves, but not before he's peeking back at you, his lips curving into a smile before he walks out of the rink.

You sigh as he catches the trainer – she’s all cute and tiny on the exterior for as fucking mean as she was, even her fuzzy little hat is a complete distraction. “Yes? I’m going to be late if I don’t head out now.”

“As much as you’re getting paid you can wait,” he crosses his big ass arms and looks down at her – she mimics the motion, raising a brow. “Where do you get off running her till she’s injured, huh?”

“Do you not want her to be a pro skater?”

Sukuna cannot answer as you watch, your coach Sienna is just about the meanest little thing you’ve ever seen, she rivals your big ass uncle even though he’s a foot and half taller than her. 

“Your name is Yena or some shit, right?”

She scoffs at him. “Not for you, it’s not – you’re giving me some fucking nickname?”

“Yena,” he continues, making her glare even more, you can barely conceal your giggle behind your hand as you watch her stomp right up to him. “I’ll call ya that, or a little brat.”

“Me, a brat?” She starts laughing – she’s genuinely insane if you’re being honest. “Listen here you conceited, pink haired fuck.”

“Did you just poke me!?” She stabs his chest with her finger again.

“I sure did!”

“Tch, pink haired-”

“I’ll make her climb Mt Everest if I need to,” she cuts him right off. "I'll do whatever I have to do to get her to that level. If I have to have her work all day and night I will. Isn’t that why you hired me?”

“You’re being fucking harsh on her, why is she hurting like that?” Sukuna bends down and Sienna scowls and grabs a little chair nearby, standing so she’s at his height – Sukuna himself snorts in laughter, even you can’t help but giggle just a bit at the sight before you. “Seriously?”

“Yes I’m tired of hurting my fucking neck,” she has no issue going face to face with him. “Jolly fucking giant.”

That’s when you see something flicker, a blush on your uncle’s cheeks.

Does Uncle Sukuna like someone?

“You hired me, so I’ll train her how I see fit. There will be no coddling her,” Sukuna raises a brow at her.

“I’m not coddling-”

“Yes you are, and I won’t deal with that shit,” she tugs her hat on and he snorts at her.

“Dumb lil fuckin’ hat.”

She turns and glares daggers at the giant man. “Excuse me!?”

“Looks fucking stupid, tch,” he glares down at her. “Take it easier on her, I swear to god.”

“Oh sure, I’ll take it easy so she won’t be ready. Is that what you want? Is that how you train those boys?”

“Fuck off,” Sukuna turns and she hops off the chair like a little psycho, yanking him right back to look at her again, Sukuna pauses just a bit.

Not often your uncle meets his match.

“You hired me and I’ll do my job, I’ll have her trained to win,” she sighs now, peeking over at you. “She needs to eat and take care of herself, that’s not on me – and that’s why her stamina is shit. I push her because she needs it.”

Sukuna stands there a moment – maybe he gets enamored with her, maybe irritated, it’s hard to tell with your uncle – but he ends up turning back around. “I’ll work on her having energy, but you need to calm down. She has months until the competition.”

“I won’t calm down,” Sukuna scowls over his shoulder at her, his hands clenched into fists. “But I will make sure she wins without getting injured.”

“Right,” he stomps on over to you now, bending down and snatching your ass up suddenly.

“Uncle Kuna-”

“Nope,” Sukuna picks you up in his arms, like it’s nothing – of course it was, Sukuna was enormous, but he hasn’t carried you since you were like a teenager with an ankle injury.

“I can walk!”

“Yeah well,” he grunts in annoyance as he carries you outside to his car, the chill of the air making you shiver just a bit. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m all right, promise,” he ignores you of course.

“Seatbelt.”

“Yeah,” you snap it on, wincing at just how bad your ankles are throbbing, Sukuna looks with concern before he starts the car.  “Was she right?”

“What?”

“Coddling me,” you mumble, sighing now and looking at him as he starts to drive. “You and Yuuji, even Choso, always protect me.”

“That has not got shit to do with skating,” you fiddle a bit with the hem of your skirt. “I am fine with her being hard on you for training, it just seemed excessive.”

“I almost think…”

“What, brat?”

“You find her hot.”

“Excuse me?” You’re giggling, Sukuna’s brows lower as he comes to a red light, looking right at you. “You really wanna piss me off lately, huh? Sneaking out to parties, talking shit.”

“Not at all, I just…” You trail off a bit, sighing. “I think you’d be cute together.”

“Me and her!? She’s psychotic, did you see her just climbing fucking chairs?”

“Do you think she’s cute?”

“Ugh,” he doesn’t say shit, answering your question, truly. “The matter at hand is, she needs to calm down on the way she’s pushing you. So, tomorrow you won’t be training.”

“But-”

“No buts,” he cuts you off quickly, making you pout. “No puppy dog eyes either, kid. There will be no training tomorrow. I’ll have Yuuji snitch on you.”

“He’d never!”

Sukuna smirks. “Oh wouldn’t he?”

You roll your eyes now, sinking against the leather of his passenger seat. “Only if you bribe him.”

“Who’s to say I won’t?”

“Ugh!”

“Listen,” Sukuna sighs loudly, as if he’s thoroughly exhausted. “There is to be no practice tomorrow, and you need to start eating enough – especially at the level you’re training at.”

“I will, promise. I just forget.”

“You can’t forget, it’ll have you sloppy.”

You cross your arms, he snorts at you. All sweet but you were indeed a little bit of a brat with your uncle. “Ugh, you sound like her too.”

“What!?” You sigh louder this time. “One more sigh, brat.”

“What will you do, ground me?”

“Yep.” You both laugh then, but Uncle Kuna is serious in just a few more minutes. “Oh, by relaxing? That doesn’t mean kissing Satoru.”

You feel the heat rush across your cheeks. “I wasn’t… I mean…”

“You suck at lying,” you can’t lie to him for shit, really. “I’m saying this because I love you, for no other reason. All right?”

“Satoru seems sweet, though.”

He laughs then, throwing his head back, making you glare. “I’m sorry, but sweet isn’t the word for him.”

“He’s caring, okay?”

He pauses then, thumb tapping on the steering wheel as the other raps along his thigh. “I am not gonna say he isn’t caring, or that he’s horrible. What I am saying is that he isn’t into serious relationships, and you’re a good kid. All right?”

“Right,” you do understand what he means, you’ve heard from Satoru himself he’s never really had a relationship. “I will take tomorrow off, then.”

“Good.”

*****

The next day, you did as your uncle demanded and took a complete rest – well, for some of the day you did. Your ankles were still tender from your trainer Sienna – or as Uncle Sukuna calls her ‘Yena’. You can’t help but find the way her short ass goes against him fucking hilarious, you giggle just thinking about it even as you are wrapped in compression bandages, carefully undoing them and seeing the swelling has gone down significantly.

“Much better,” you murmur, stepping off the bed with your feet on the soft carpet of your room.

Living with Sukuna and Yuuji after being alone in a dorm for some time was a bit of an adjustment, they were damn near the spitting image of each other and acted the same half the time. You felt just a little out of place at times – Sukuna was bold, Yuuji was outgoing, but you? The shy one.

 The day off was a relief in a way from the new level of grueling training that your very aggressive little trainer was giving you – you damn near hear it in her pretty accent ‘i’ll make you climb mt everest’ in your fucking nightmares. You’d woken up about to do a triple axel just from the amount of trauma she put you through.

But you sort of love that – you want to be pushed to do your best.

Then your later dreams as you napped? Well they were all Satoru Gojo – his touch, the way he kissed your lips, how his hands gripped your waist. It was all rushing through your mind, swirling until you were completely dizzy. How could you not want to know more about him, especially when you see his text.

Satoru – hey sweets, we’re on for tonight, yeah?

You – yes, I am getting ready!

You’re just a little frantic as you get dressed, throwing on this outfit and that, tossing them on the bed just to grab another, you’re limping just a bit still, frowning as you peer in the mirror. You want to look perfect tonight, but you tended not to go many places unless it was related to figure skating and some sort of event Uncle Sukuna dragged you to.

Boy would he be mad when he came back and you weren’t here.

That was a problem for later though – right now you were brushing your hair out in the mirror, trying to find the perfect shade to go with your pretty black dress. The one you settled on snatched in at your waist, bared just enough of your thighs, a necklace nestled in the hollow of your throat, right between your collarbones, a little silver one that was your moms.

You touch it for a moment, it’s not that you were very close to the parents you lost – they were aggressive with pushing you into this, and mostly ignored anything you actually wanted to pursue. Thinking of writing? No way. Wanna do art? No. They knew where the scholarships, brand deals and money to be had, and that included pulling you out of school.

It’s not that you resent them, either, it’s just…

You don’t know how you feel, if you dwell upon it too long. Although Sukuna pushed you to do your best, he overwhelmingly cared and didn’t push you until you completely broke. You can say the same for Yuuji, how hard they pushed him into his sports and academics, in his case keeping him in school was the best, which created some distance between you both for a time.

You can’t imagine how hard it was for Sukuna at one time to have you, Choso and Yuuji under the same roof, along with any other family members that would swing by and just crash. The look on Sukuna’s face when he’d stumble upon a room full of his nephews and their friends was priceless. You suppose having just one niece was a good thing for him.

You know why he’s protective, but the draw of Satoru pulls you closer every moment you’re near him, every time you see his pretty blue eyes and that soft, lazy little smile that lights up his face. You can’t act like there’s nothing between you both, even if you were nervous about it.

How much of the rumors were true?

Would Satoru snort coke off those girls after your dinner?

Could you even be upset with him if he did?

You swathe on your lipstick and sigh, putting it up with a quiet click, hand trembling just a little bit. You decide on a pretty nude shade after swiping your lips clean so many times they were all red, puffy and swollen. Three mascara shades until you gave up and started over, you don’t even want to admit how many ways you styled your hair in front of your little vanity.

It’s not until he texts you that he’s there that you finally calm down and smooth that dress down the delicate lines and curves of your body, trying to balance a bit with the heels when your ankles hurt a bit. You rush out and see him leaning against the car, smiling at you.

“You’re driving?” You ask softly, his eyes dart down your body behind round shades, he exhales as he gets a look at you.

“Shit,” you blush all cute, as Satoru takes your hand and spins you around, a little whistle having even your ears turning pink. “Just… god, look at you.”

“Oh, Satoru,” you murmur those words softly – all nervous underneath the avid attention he’s laying on you. You feel your thighs pressing together without thinking, especially when he tugs your body against his chest, huge arms wrapping around your waist and making you feel so small near him. “Thank you.”

“You got this pretty just for me?” He asks softly, fingertips brushing across the line of your jaw delicately.

“I did,” you fiddle a bit with his collar, blushing even more at his proximity, at the heat of his body against yours. “You look so handsome, too.”

“Mhm,” it’s hard for Satoru to focus with his heart hammering behind his ribs, his cock is leaking just hugging you to him – and he knows he needs to take this shit slow. He knows the last thing you need is him having you ride his cock in his mercedes benz – though fuck he loves that idea.

You’re looking up at him with your pretty, glittering eyes underneath your lashes, he can feel the warmth of your skin radiating against him. Satoru sighs, tilting your chin up, lips he’s gotten to kiss twice now – but that hardly seems enough. He truly needs so much time with you, time he’s not sure either of you can get without being caught.

“You like my dress, hmm?” You tease him softly, his fingers graze the hem of it, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I like you in this dress,” he corrects softly, hand sliding up the curve of your hip. “God, the things I wanna say.”

“Say them,” you look intoxicated then, pupils dilating just so – until the black swallows up your iris.

“Oh, think you can handle it, sweetheart?” He teases, lips quirking up just a bit, you nod and he laughs. “You’ll blush all over.”

“No! Tell me,” you pout all cute, Satoru sighs now, leaning low and turning you so your hands and tits are pressing against the car. “Ah!”

“I was thinking to myself,” he murmurs, behind you now so that the curve of your ass is against those strong thighs, one of his hands is braced on one side of your head, the other – just gliding up your hip, tugging you closer against his hard body. “Hmm, was thinkin’ how I’d love to lift up this pretty little dress and fuck into you, ruin your panties so that they’re just soaked with my cum drippin’ down them.”

“Oh… I…” You can’t handle it, he was right, but you want to hear it, even as it makes you so nervous – you’re needy for it, for more. Looking back and knowing the danger you’re in getting involved with the Satoru Gojo – but there isn’t a red flag in sight for you.

No, all of them are just utterly green.

Nothing Sukuna says or what the press reports is going to stop you from looking into those pretty blue eyes, you’re trembling right in his hold. He exhales and nuzzles your neck, lips pressing a teasing little kiss right there. “I’m trying really hard to hold back here, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you? I love that about you.”

“N-not that good,” your response has him chuckling, hand still splayed over where you’re heated up. “I did smoke weed, you know.”

“You’re so fucking adorable,” he chuckles and eases his hold a bit, cupping your face thoughtfully for a moment.

You are adorable.

Satoru simultaneously wants to ruin you and make sure you stay so damn sweet, the thought of hurting you with who he was has him hesitating just a bit – normally he’d have no issue having a ‘date’ suck him off on the drive. Have no problem touching her all he wanted, and the next day?

Back to normal.

But what sort of normal were you, really? When everything about you has him so fucked up? He can try to explain it away all he wants – but even as he was practicing today it was just about all he could do to not stare longingly on the other side of the ice, where he was just so used to you being there.

 “I’d take my time with you,” he says softly now, sighing as he drinks in your soft little moan. “Savor every pretty inch of your body.”

“W-would you?” Your attempt at teasing is so precious he laughs softly, you feel how eager he is pressing right against the small of your back.

“Would you like me kissing every inch?”

Of course you would – but your heart races in a different way then, wondering just how many girls get that from Satoru. It’s all just so very new, he senses your hesitation and pulls back, turning you to face him and frowning.

“Is it too much? I should-”

“No, no,” you lean up and kiss him again, earning his lashes fluttering shut as he leans down and returns it. “Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, it’ll be fun,” Satoru leans over and opens the door, smiling all pretty at you as the sun sets and casts a million shades across the two of you.. “Ya ready, sweetheart?”

“Mhm!” 

It’s not a very long drive to where Satoru wants to take you, and sitting in the passenger seat as his hand rests on your thigh? It makes it hard to focus on any reason why you shouldn’t go full, head on into Satoru – it makes what you’ve been warned about sort of just fade to the background, since it really was perfect being right next to him.

When the two of you get there he’s holding the door open for you, sounds of gasps and giggles echo, making you both pause, when you see it – girls sitting in a nearby car and gasping out. “That’s Gojo!”

“Shit,” he mumbles, he’d been so excited about this date he didn’t even plan for this possibility. He shields you and smiles at them. “Hi there.”

“Oh my god!” They’re all giggling as you stand behind him curiously, his broad shoulders blocking any of your view. “It really is Gojo! Who are you with!?”

Another couple of people walk by and start whispering, your hands rest on his back over the expensive material of his dress shirt, trembling ever so slightly.

“Hah – just having dinner with a friend,” you hear it then – someone behind you snapping a picture.

Click.

Satoru turns at the sound, revealing just a bit of your much shorter frame, when the girls start freaking out. The Satoru Gojo, on a date? Was he taken or did this mean he was available? The headlines go so insane he gets a text update on his phone with the damn photo in moments, grimacing as he stares at it.

The light turns green, and the cars speed off, leaving you both in a strange quiet for a few moments. “Satoru… they…”

He wraps his arms around you, holding you firmly against his chest, like that could potentially keep you hidden away.

"Fuck," Satoru softly curses under his breath, running a hand through his slicked back hair, his jaw tightening visibly, a little blue vein running underneath that pale skin. "I'm sorry. I thought we'd be fine here, shit."

"It's okay," you say softly, though it wasn't – the thought of your uncle, of the headlines, made your stomach clench up with nerves.

"No," he sighs now, brushing your hair back. “I should have thought about this more, it’s not like it’s ever been an issue to be seen with someone.”

“Right…” You don’t like the idea of Satoru with anyone.

You know that’s toxic, too.

But it was just a simple fact – you don’t like the thoughts of him kissing someone, of going on dates, of doing more, his fingers against their skin, his lips on their necks, things you should not think of. You barely know him, so the feelings are so shocking you can’t compartmentalize them all.

"Hey,” he tilts your chin up, not realizing where your mind is – he thinks you’re upset about the picture. “Just let them get their shot, it looks like we ran into each other at best.”

“It’s fine, um you said you’re used to this?”

“Don’t they snap pics of you?” Satoru raises a brow.

“Not really, usually people don’t recognize me right away… I am a bit new to competitive skating.”

“I’d notice you anywhere,” his words are vulnerable, they’re sweet, you swallow down a million emotions as he holds you close. “Of course I would.”

“Satoru you’re so sweet,” he chuckles a bit, the breeze blowing his snowy hair around his head, blue eyes glittering with the golden hour of the sun hitting behind his head, a halo washing around him. Angelic, Satoru looks.

“Am I?” He leans down and brushes his lips against the shell of your ear, your hands come to grip his dress shirt, the material soft underneath your touch. “Mnh… do you think I taste sweet?”

“Do I think…” You press your lips to his neck, and Satoru’s not sure anyone has ever utterly ruined him like you do in that moment – the simple little press of your lips has him fucking aching. His pulse races right where your tongue laps out, flicking just a bit and earning his soft moan. “You do taste sweet.”

“God,” you’re so sexy but you have utterly no clue about it, maddening for him when he eases back. “I already know you taste sweet.”

His insinuation has you burning, you can’t help but cover your face up at his soft laugh. “You’re teasing me!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he takes your hand in his now, running his thumb gently over your knuckles. “The rest of the night is just for us, no cameras, okay?”

You nod eagerly, hand snug in his – practically swallowing yours. “Just us.”

*****

The restaurant Satoru brought to you was pretty, intimate and exclusive – it had these private rooms separated out, the one he chose was cozy and beautiful. You’re achingly close to him, sitting back on the plush seat, looking at the candles in the center of the table casting a warm, flickering glow on Satoru’s face, painting his sharp features so perfect.

The jut of his chin, the shadow underneath his lips, he’s so fucking pretty your heart is racing in your chest. His arm wraps around you as the two of you sit at the table, he sips his sweet, fruity cocktail as you take a sip of your blush wine. You’re so close to him you can feel him everywhere.

"Comfy, sweetheart?" his voice is a low little hum that ruins you, his fingertips slipping up and down your spine, where your dress is just a bit bare, dipping to reveal your lower back to him.

You just nod – words are escaping you, with your throat suddenly tight, heart hammering so loudly you can hear the blood rushing to your ears.

Satoru’s proximity was dizzying – and there were no crowds, no cameras, just the two of you sitting so close, without the slight effects of the smoke and drink from the other night. No, it’s just you and Satoru.

“Very,” you answer softly, he takes the chopsticks and pops a piece of sushi in the dip, slipping a piece of it in your mouth. “Yum!”

“It’s so good, right?” He’s all adorable as he grins, eating a piece as well, chewing it thoughtfully. “Can I ask about you? Like… know more or…”

“Of course!” You say it so eagerly you have to take a moment, taking a shaky little breath. “I mean, of course. Just because I can be shy doesn’t mean I don’t want to share with you.”

“Good,” he brushes a lock of your hair back, smiling in that devastatingly pretty way only Satoru Gojo can. “Your parents, is it okay to ask about them?”

“Oh…”

“Is it too much?” His brows draw together.

“No, not at all! Just um… I don’t know how to really say much about them,” you fiddle with a button on his shirt nervously. “They passed away."

Satoru's face immediately softens, his arm around you tightening just slightly. "I thought maybe that was the case, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's okay," you manage a little smile at him. "It was a long time ago. And… I wouldn’t say we were close, is that terrible?”

“God no,” he laughs without humor, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head a bit. “If anyone understands not being close to their parents, it’s me. I wouldn’t judge you.”

You exhale in relief, saying words you’ve never really spoken out loud – even to Uncle Sukuna, it’s not like he didn’t know, but you both just didn’t address that shit.

"They loved the idea of having a champion skater, and like the moment I showed any talent, that's all I was. Their little project.”

“I get that too.” Your heart hurts then.

“Satoru, you-”

“No please, I wanna know about you, shy little figure skater,” he tries to tease to lighten the mood, smiling at you as he sips his drink. “Go ahead and tell me.”

“I don’t wanna get too into it all – typical parents in this sort of sport, I guess? My childhood wasn't having fun, or making friends, doing sleepovers…they took me out of school to have me practice more. Strict diets, coaches who were more brutal than Coach Sienna could ever be.”

“More brutal than her? She’s scary,” Satoru shivers in fear and you laugh a bit, easing that tension. “She literally terrifies me, I don’t know how someone so small can have even Toji backing away in fear.”

“She’s definitely feisty, isn’t she?” Your lips twitch with amusement, sipping your wine and feeling the heat flush to your cheeks. “She seems to care, though. I like that about her – I’m hoping tomorrow will be better with that.”

“Sukuna was very defensive,” he admits softly. “He clearly loves you.”

“He does, he is really who has had the most influence over me, since our parents died he’s been so amazing. He’s hard on me in his own way, sure, but he’s proud of me… they weren’t.”

Satoru frowns at that.

“I don’t wanna talk too much of them, I want to get to know you too,” your hand rests on his thigh now, letting him fork a bite of food into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as you assess him. “Your parents are harsh too, you say?”

“Being a Gojo comes with a fuck ton of expectations,” his body tenses at the mere mention, making your heart just break for him. “Too much but I’ve always been a perfectionist myself, so I suppose I make them as proud as I need to. But the shit feels so fake.”

“I get that, I do…”

“Feel like I’m just an object for them to get whatever advancement they want, they get to brag about me to their dumb, stuck up friends,” he sighs. “I shouldn’t have brought any of it up.”

“What? No, I like talking to you,” he exhales, his hand releasing the tight grip it had on your waist. “A lot, actually. I don’t open up easily, but with you…”

“It’s easy?” He answers, you nod, catching your lower lip with your teeth as you set the wine glass down. “Maybe I’m easy for you.”

“Satoru…” You almost can’t take him then, his little laugh as if he’s all innocent and sweet, you frown a bit then, drawing his curious look.

"Are you still thinking about the camera?" he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. “Did it bother you, sweets?”

You shake your head. “No, it doesn’t… it’s not on my mind right now.”

"Good," he says softly, his huge hand is moving up your thigh, resting there right above your knee, the warmth and roughness of it seeping in. “What are you thinking of right now?”

You take a breath. “You.”

Your simple answer is too much for him.

“Me?”

Years of having that hockey stick in his hands, callouses from working out relentlessly, as well as Satoru clearly taking care of himself – that part of him was rough, unpolished. A symbol of just how much hard work he put in, and the way it rests over the satin of your dress is possessive, maddening. How you want him to possess you truly, to own you in ways you haven’t thought of.

“Want a secret?” He asks then, but his face is serious, not teasing. You swallow nervously, nodding. "I've been thinking about this since I saw you on the ice."

“Thinking of… dinner with me?” He laughs softly, his snowy lashes lowering as he drinks you right in.

“Thinking of touching you,” his words destroy you as his hand slides higher, underneath the hem of your dress, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on your sensitive inner thigh. Every nerve ending in your body is on fire, goosebumps rising everywhere his fingers hit. “Of kissing you, tasting you, hah - feeling you.”

“Since you saw me?” You can hardly believe such words, but when he looks at you like that? You’re aching, you’re shifting in that seat as he makes every one of your five senses come alive, heightening. 

That pressure begins to build deep inside you, right in your core – the new feeling that you’ve only felt with him so far, so sweet your thighs have to press together, as his fingers ghost over the edge of your panties, touching the lacy elastic as you bite down on your lip.

“Yeah, since I saw you spinnin’ all fuckin’ pretty,” Satoru says – hushed against your lips, the breath ghosting them. His blue eyes are dark with desire, drinking in your every reaction. He wants to picture this moment forever, not knowing just how long he’ll get to be around his pretty figure skater. “Perfect little ice skater, so perfect.”

Hah – his pretty skater – was he really already thinking like that?

‘Mine’ – the word rings in his head, over and over.

Satoru is one to share, actually – whether it was with Suguru or it was with other women, but the thought of ever fucking share you makes him furious, unable to think at all of ever seeing you near someone. Even Suguru brushing your hair back last night had him all on edge – where exactly did that leave him?

Satoru teases you over your panties, eyes locked as he gauges your every reaction – the way your brows draw together, how you’re damn near whining out, pressing your thighs closed. He moans as you trap his hand, his fingers tracing the damp fabric, feeling just how ready you were for him.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans those words out softly, the sound of his husky voice was a direct hit to your cunt, already gushing and leaking down so that it gathers like dew on his fingertips. "Is all this for me, sweetheart?"

You can't speak – you'd never felt anything like this, the need for more.

“Say it,” he whispers, his other hand reaching to entangle in your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as his fingers press that damn material right in between your puffy lips. “Say it f’me.”

“It’s all for you, Satoru,” he moans now, kissing you desperately, still slipping his fingers over that cotton gusset of your panties, dragging every pretty sigh out of your throat. “All you – mnh!”

“Good girl,” oh great – you’re fucked now, aren’t you? “Want me to make your pretty pussy cum this time? Doesn’t she deserve it?”

All you can do is nod – a jerky little motion that was all the permission he needed, long fingers pushing the ruined fabric aside, revealing your heated cunt to the cool air of the restaurant. You’ve never been touched like this, not bare with your slick dribbling right down his fingertips.

“God,” he moans softly as his fingers find you, sliding through your slick folds, those gossamer strands coating his digits. Your hips jerk in response at the direct contact, he circles your clit slowly once he finds it – with deliberate precision. “There it is.”

“There’s my… you…” Your lashes flutter, building this sweet pressure inside you. "Satoru, I... I don't know..."

"Shhh, I've got you," he murmurs, eyes locking with yours. “Have you not even touched yourself, baby?” You shake your head, swallowing nervously as he pulls back just a bit. “Do you want me to tell you what I’m touching?”

“Yes please, just know it feels good,” your words are damn near mumbles, he exhales, that breath tickling your ear, swirling his finger again as your clit twitches against his touch. “S’good I…”

“That’s your clit, sweetheart,” you’ve heard of that – kind of. You’ve never really touched yourself to know where and what things are, but when he’s circling it that maddening way, you can’t help but admit it.

“I tried to touch myself that night,” he moans at that, pulling back, his cheeks flushed this pretty pink. “It was a f-failed attempt.”

“You were that needy?” He asks then, earning your jerky nod, your little hand wrapping that narrow wrist, feeling his muscles and tendons tense as he runs faster circles. “So needy you tried to touch your cute little pussy?”

“Mhm,” you’re drunk off Satoru Gojo – star hockey player – then, so drunk off him you can’t remember who you are and who you’re with. “Please…”

“Please what? Use your words f’me,” he whispers softly, taking his fingertip and dipping it lower, watching your every reaction hungrily. “Be a good girl.”

“More, need more,” Satoru dips one long, skilled finger slid inside you ever so slowly. Your hips jerk up against his hand, whining out with your lashes fluttering shut at the sensation.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he knew you would be, but to have that gripping his finger like this? Slick heat, so wet he can fucking hear it. “Loosen up a bit, I won’t hurt you, okay?”

You swallow nervously and nod, spreading your thighs that had been clamped right down on Satoru’s hand, letting him ease that finger out with a messy pop, slipping in easier, burying it to the knuckle. Your eyes catch his, lidded and dazed as he moves in and out of those gummy walls, gathering all the slick and spreading it right around your puffy lips.

“Perfect, there you go,” he whispers, curling up and finding that spongy spot in your anterior wall, making you jolt, damn near drooling. He smirks just a bit, leaning close, kissing your sighs and drinking them down his throat.

“Mnh,” you can’t answer – not when Satoru Gojo’s fingers begin to move, achingly fucking slow, this gentle stretch that has your cunt soaking his entire hand, down to his wrist – the cuff of that sleeve, the silver of his rolex. “Satoru!”

“That’s it,” he moans just watching you, his cock so hard it hurts, holding your head with his huge hand so it’s cradled, as the other sets a deep rhythm that makes you fucking dizzy. “Your body is so responsive to me, isn’t it?”

You nod, already dizzy when his thumb slides over and continues its work on your clit, two fingers now easing in your cunt. “Ah!”

“Can you take two inside this tiny lil cunt, baby?” He asks, desperate for more from you – but perfectly content if this was all he ever got. To touch you, to watch your precious little face and the fucked out expression dancing across it. “There you go, look at that. You’re takin’ them like you’re made to.”

You cling to Satoru and arch your hips, chasing that pressure – you’d normally be embarrassed at your body, but how could you be for the way it reacts to Satoru’s touch – that perfect, relentless pressure that’s building so deep in your core. His stretch burns your tiny little hole just perfectly – this mix of pain and need growing as you lean up for his lips to touch yours once more.

“Please, more,” your whisper sends him, he’s desperate now as he tugs a hand and pulls at your hair, you cry out and he pauses, but you shake your head. “Like it… like it, please.”

Satoru dies just a bit at your sweet little admission, innocent almost that you like your hair pulled, his hand tugging at it again, creating that painfully sweet pleasure that he can watch dance on your face. “You like that, sweets? Me pulling your hair?”

“Y-yes,” your nod is jerky as he kisses you once more – it’s hungry, messy, all tongues and teeth and breathless gasps between you both. You were lost, so dizzy and high off him, off every feeling of him against you.

"You're so fucking pretty like this," he says desperately against your lips, his voice all hoarse and breaking in the middle, the Satoru Gojo losing his composure when touching a girl. Touching you. “Love my fingers stretching you out?”

“Yes,” your answer is more firm this time, rocking your hips to grind even more against that hand, tears pricking your eyes when he tugs at your hair again. “Love it, please, please…”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispers. “You need to cum, don’t you?”

Your nod is his answer, he can feel how tense you are getting, how she clamps down so tight on his digits, his thumb pressing even harder on that lil jumping clit.

“Then let go for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you cum," you whine out, barely holding in the sounds – you can’t even remember you’re in a restaurant on a day you’re supposed to be resting.

That you’re instead getting fingered by one of the only men your uncle has ever warned you about, the player who clearly knows how to touch a girl – but you can’t stop yourself, not from the desire you feel, the way you need him. Need more, of every touch, every look, every brush of his lips on yours.

“Cum for me.” His words mix with a deep thrust of his fingers, pushing until you shatter. You’ve never felt anything like it – white hot stars behind your eyelids, that blinding, overwhelming pleasure that crashes over you. Your inner walls clench tightly and just spasm around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, drool spilling from the damn corner of your mouth.

“Ngh,” is all you manage to let escape as you shake, and he holds you there, even as your walls are milking those fingers. You hardly compose yourself, feeling yourself get oversensitive, trembling. “Satoru!”

“Mhm, I know,” he whispers, easing his hold of your hair, fingers slowing down their movements, baby blues lit up as they study you. “You did so good.”

“I did?” You are already damn near sleepy from his touch.

“So good for me, do you think you could give me another?” He’s almost about to cum from touching you, from looking right at you as the pleasure clearly washes over your pretty face.

“I d-don’t know I… ah!” He doesn't stop his fingers – merely slows them down, gliding them in with embarrassing ease despite how thick they are. “Sensitive!”

“I know baby,” he’s so goddamn lost in it, wanting to make sure that he draws out every last tremble from your body, gives you so much pleasure you squirt for him – you already damn near pushed his fingers out, the slick dripping right down between your thighs. “So goddamn pretty, don’t you deserve it? To cum as much as you want?”

“You’re insane,” he chuckles just a bit, your hand clings to his shoulder, manicured nails pressing against it, every touch you’re hyper aware of. “One more, ha! Mngh...”

He grins. “Good girl.”

“You know that messes with me you – ah!” He barely catches your wanton, pornographic little moan, kissing you and curving his fingers up and down until you are a mess, your mind completely blank – blissful, the second time you cum, your body is even more sensitive when he pulls back ever so slightly off your clit.

“You’re so messy,” he teases with a whisper as he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you both struggle to catch your breath.

“Me, messy?” He smirks, slowly withdrawing his hand, and you watch – fucked out already when he pulls his fingers back. You see the sheer amount of dripping wetness caught by the candlelight and gasp out.

“Very messy,” he brings his glistening fingers to his lips and licks them clean, his eyes never leaving yours as he ruins what’s left of your goddamn brain, pink tongue lapping along even the side of his wrist, as he moans softly. “Fuck it’s sweet.”

You’re a blushing, flustered mess when Satoru sucks you clean off them, moaning as his mouth goes all the way down to the knuckle, pulling back with a messy pop. “Satoru!”

“What, you taste so good,” you’re covering your face, whimpering as the aftershocks rock your body. “Wanna taste?”

“Myself?” You ask, almost incredulously, peeking between your fingers and seeing the flush of his own cheeks.

“Yeah, yourself,” he reaches down and you whine out at the touch, just a slide of his fingertips down your slit, gathering the mess you’ve created and holding it towards your lips. “Open.”

You easily do what he asks – you want him to tell you to do anything and everything, the way he’s so pleased when you do – want to be good for him, as he dips his fingers in your open, eager mouth.

“Suck.”

You wrap your lips around his glossy fingers, sucking yourself off him, tongue swirling and tasting your own juices on your tastebuds. He groans at it, pulling those fingers back, saliva dripping from them. Your glazed over eyes look right into his when he kisses your cunt off you, his hand sliding down the nape of your neck, the curve of your spine.

“God what do you do to me,” you can’t answer, not with your nipples pressing up, begging for his mouth, your back arching as his touch leaves goosebumps all over.

“Satoru should I…” You trail off and touch him over that bulge he damn near hisses as he grips your wrist – your thighs are all sticky from him, panties soaked and shoved to one side.

“Fuck I can’t take that right now,” he almost busts from you touching him over his pants, instead pinning your hand, until you giggle. Gojo glares. “You’re laughing so cruelly right now!”

“Me, cruel?” You run your hand experimentally – somehow adorable even as you’re actively trying to make him cum in his pants.

“I’ll show you next time, yeah?” He’s not about to bust in his pants in front of you – why do you have that goddamn effect?

The night at the party he’d almost done it with you on his lap – now it’s even worse, now that he had his fingers where his cock wants to be buried. “You want another date?”

“Do I want another date,” he rolls his eyes and you giggle now. “You are a little bit of a brat.”

“No!”

“Mhm,” he gently takes your hand off his bulge, pressing a kiss to it.

“You say you’re no gentleman, why do that, then?”

“It just suits you for some reason,” he says, in lieu of sounding utterly silly to say anything more. “You like it?”

“Yes,” he grins all cute, gently adjusting your panties and putting them right back over your heated cunt, sighing as he presses kisses up your jaw, soothing circles run across your cheeks. “Love it.”

“Love my fingers inside you?” You nod and he chuckles, feeling the heat radiate off your skin. “We are in so much trouble when we get back.”

“So much,” you admit, giggling now. “Worth it.”

“Very much worth it.”

*****

You didn’t ask Satoru ‘what you two were’ even after the heated kiss in his sports car, where he was kissing down your breasts and hardly stopped himself from going even further. You play it over and over in your head as you walk into the house, Yuuji is there grabbing a drink from the fridge when you walk in, eyeing you curiously.

“You were not supposed to be out,” he mumbles, looking at your dress. “Where were you?”

“I was um… out?” Yuuji leans closer now.

“With Gojo!?”

“What, no!?”

“Yeah you were – he likes you,” you’re shoving at him as he makes kissy sounds like the annoying brother he can be, hushing him with a hand to your mouth.

“Shh! You’ll make Uncle-”

“Ah nice of you to get home,” you curse as you turn and see your uncle leaning in the doorway, his brow raised at you. “Where were you?”

“Out?”

“Hah, out – instead of resting he had you going on some date?” You curse now, shutting your eyes when he pulls up his phone. “Looks awfully familiar, doesn’t it?”

“It was just dinner, okay? We didn’t…” You trail off as you see another picture, of Satoru with some other girl in a side by side, you walk closer and snatch the phone out of his hands. “What’s this?”

“It’s you in the news – you mean the other girl? Some skater he dated a few weeks ago, apparently he’s ‘single’ and ‘looking’ again according to this dumb shit,” you can’t help but eye him kissing another girl in what looks like a nightclub.

Well, he didn’t even know you, but seeing it still burned a bit.

Why are you already so foolish? But how can you not feel too much – it’s who you’ve always been.

“I don’t want your reputation hurt,” Sukuna’s voice softens now, his fingertips brushing back a lock of your now messy hair that Satoru had tried to fix. “He will be fine, he’s some notorious playboy Gojo heir. You’re still relatively new to this amount of attention, and you’re not one to end up in headlines.”

“I get it, okay? I would need to be more careful…”

“You don’t wanna know his ‘girl of the month’ posts anymore than I wanna see them pop up on my phone,” he sighs and snatches it back up. “Like even my phone wants to annoy the fuck outta me.”

“Uncle Sukuna-”

“Go to your room.”

You gasp, Yuuji is chuckling, earning your glare over your shoulder. “You can’t send me to my room!”

“Yep, sure can,” he turns you away and pushes you towards the stairs, you try to stand firm but he’s fucking huge. “To your room for the rest of the night.”

“Ugh!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rush up the stairs and leave him rolling his eyes. “God kids are fucking hard.”

“Yeah, aren’t they?” Sukuna glares at his nephew.

“You go to your fucking room too!”

“What!? I-”

“Now, brat,” Yuuji sulks and leaves, Sukuna almost goes and physically kills Gojo for putting what was a clear hickey on his niece’s neck – but he’ll save that shit for the ring tomorrow.

He also can’t help but pull up his phone and start to do a little more research on that russian trainer – that psycho, short ass little brat that had such audacity.

He pulls up her IG and pauses, seeing just how cute she looks, even taking shots of vodka in that dumb fucking hat, she also looks pretty as fuck yelling at the skaters – candid shots of her screaming like a little psycho and waving her arms around. Who would put that on their IG but a psycho!?

Sukuna will not admit the fact that he brings those photos of Sienna to his bed – nor will he ever admit just what he does to those photos all night.

*****

“Get on form, right now,” Sienna yells at you the next morning, your mind is still whirling with what happened with Satoru – you catch sight of him when he comes in to practice and he smiles at you, until he sees Sienna and looks scared himself. “I’m talking here, hello!?”

You blink and see her clicking her heels, crossing her arms – you also catch sight of your uncle almost drooling over her too. “Coach, ya gonna shoot your shot?”

“What!?” Sukuna screams loud enough at Toji that everyone can hear.

“She’s pretty hot – especially in that psychotic, hit you with a car way,” Sukuna scowls so deeply even Toji backs off, the team snickering.

Sienna probably would hit Sukuna with a car, but he wasn’t going to admit shit for today, instead yelling right at Satoru. “Get on the fucking ice, what are you retired already, Gojo?”

Shit. He looks at you – and you look at him across the rink, knowing today was going to be rough – you, with your russian psycho of an instructor. Satoru – with a Sukuna that wants to actively kill him, but also the two of you can’t stop thinking about it – last night. You can’t help but wonder to yourself, even mid spin – what did it mean to Satoru, the touching, the kissing?

Did it mean more to you than him?

Your eyes catch his later on, he tries to give you an easy grin like Sukuna isn’t brutal right now with his punishment. But even while literally dying, Satoru can’t help but think how badly he wants to kiss you again, touch you again, maddening that he can’t just stay next to you.

He’s never felt anything like you, and his worst fear?

To fuck this up.