#sato

Pt 1 -

You desperately need help in your biology class and thanks to your great friend Suguru, who is also Toru's friend he sets the two of you to study and after finding out about his sweet tooth you decide to try and wiggle into his social circle to get closer.

SMAU, Nerdjo x f! reader, college AU, this will be a continuous series

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"we're still rivals"

STARRING: Satoru Gojo x black!reader

Synopsis: you’ll do anything to relieve yourself of the stress of college, even if those plans include someone or something less than human.

cw: sensory deprivation, blindfolds, pet names, mentions of blood, mentions of d3@th, mind control, sorta dub con maybe???, p play, naive reader sorta, p in v.

def not proofread so excuse my mistakes pls and ty.

enjoyyyy.

you were so over your classes for this semester. it felt like every time you blinked, there were three new assignments due within the next week at 11:59pm.

it’s why you did things like drank & smoke weed, anything to take a little bit of the pressure off. just something to knock the edge off of your stressful life as a junior in college.

was it the reason you were fucking a vampire- yes, vampire, and letting him use you as a human blood bank?

something like that.

it was a purely transactional relationship, or so you’d thought. you’d give him a few drinks of your blood, or what he calls “the nectar” and he’d use his vampiric powers to compel you to forget about your troubles, even if just for a day or so.

you don’t even remember how this little thing between you and him came into fruition. but he does.

satoru remembers the first time he saw you. head fulls of curls, hips and sides plush for grabbing, and skin that shined in the sun like gold. you were his opposite in every way he could think of.

he adored that.

you were by yourself, walking off campus, going god knows where, and when you swept your curls behind your shoulder, giving him the most delicious view of your neck and carotid artery, he felt his mouth water and his cock harden like steel.

he had to have you, by any means necessary.

and so he did, it was nothing a little compelling couldn’t fix.

he’d caught you while you were going home one night after a costume party.

thinking he wasn’t a real vampire, and nothing more than a flirty frat guy, you allowed his advances, until he pulled you beside a building and sunk his canines in your neck before you could react.

your breath hitched, fingers curling into the fabric of his outfit as you tried to scream for air, but it was no use.

after removing his fangs, he bit his thumb and forced it in your mouth to heal the bite on your neck.

with his sharp blue eyes set in yours, he spoke in a low, gravelly voice, his breath baited.

“you will not scream, you will tell no one about this, nor will you have any recollection of it.”

the slightest pause from him and then-

“you will come come to me every time you hear the sound of my voice in your head”

and you didn’t know what was happening, you just knew whatever the reason, you couldn’t tear your eyes from his, couldn’t get the sound of his voice out of your head.

and here you were nearly two months later, going to see him, still getting compelled, still letting him suck on your neck like an overgrown mosquito.

but tonight would run a bit different than usual.

you were currently sitting between his legs, your back against his chest, his back against the wooden mass of his 19th century headboard.

he was leaned over your shoulder, his chin rested there as he listened to the sound of your blood pump through your veins, his mouth was watering, cock throbbing— straining against his slacks.

“sweetheart, we’re going to go just a bit further than usual, alright?”

you craned your neck just enough to look at him, tucking your bottom lip under your teeth, eyes flickering with something akin to fear- no, anxiety? something of the sort.

“wh-what do you mean?”

he let his eyes rake up and down your face, slow and appraising before they settled on your lips.

“i mean we’re gonna do something to get your blood flowing just a little better for me”

his voice was barely above a low growl, he was restraining himself.

you swallowed nervously, your head nodding shakily in agreement.

“o-oh. ok-kay”

he reached over slightly, fumbling with something atop his dresser before grabbing the object and siring up straight.

he lifted the mystery object out and held it in front of your face, to let you see, it was a blindfold.

“ready?” he asked firm and and soft

“y-yes.”

he hummed in approval and tied the blindfold over your eyes. snaking a long arm around your waist to pull you up properly against his chest.

“don’t worry pretty, i’ll take such good care of you, okay?” he whispered as he dropped his head back to you crease between your shoulder and neck dropping little kisses there.

the room was shrouded in darkness, at least for you under the mask. but it made the kisses feel deeper, better somehow. you leaned your head back against him as his arm slid around your waist.

the arm around your waist slid down, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down, and for a brief moment, his lips left your neck to speak.

“hips up sweet girl”.

and you lifted on instinct, body getting warmer with the feel of arousal beginning to course through you.

he’d gotten the jeans off your hips and thighs, pushing them down to your knees and you did the rest kicking them off almost too eagerly.

his hand slid down, brushing over the stretch marks on your tummy, thumb rubbing over a few on the way dow as he kissed at your neck and shoulder, his mouth watering as he felt your pulse jump under his lips.

“beautiful.” it was all he whispered as his hand parted your legs, rubbing your inner thigh.

he planned to draw this out longer, truthfully. he wanted to give you and himself the full experience, but fuck he was soooo hungry horny.

his hands slipped into your underwear, pulling them down before he spread your legs back open for him.

he ran his index and middle fingers up your slit, collecting some of your juices before shoving them into his mouth.

you sucked in a breath as his fingers ran up your mist sensitive parts, you couldn’t see him, what he was doing, nothing. that thought slime made you a little anxious, but you were kind of into it.

he groaned, loud, dramatic, and drawn out as something primal in him set off from just a mere taste of your sweet lil’ cunny.

he fingers flew back to your cunt eagerly, finding your nub and circling in tight fast motions. his other hand creeping up to close around your throat and tilt you head just the way he liked it, with your carotid exposed.

your body jerked on instinct, a broken gasp being torn from your throat as he rubbed your clit, eyes screwing shut from underneath the mask.

“o-ohhmm”

he hummed softly as he worked his fingers, his eyes focused on your neck, if he focused, it was like he could almost see the vein thumping in your neck, begging him to take it, drink you up.

fuck now he was really hard.

your hips bucked helplessly as his fingers increased pace, and you moaned pathetically, the wet sloshing noises of your cunt filling his ears.

“a-aahhhg.. mmnf! s-satoru!”

he bucked his own hips against your back, grunting like an animal, nearly leaking through his boxers as he tried to focus on your clit and not losing his damn mind at hearing how your heart pumped in your chest.

he could almost imagine it, how the blood flowed through your veins, carrying itself to every part of your body that needed it.

something in him just snapped, something that he didn’t even know how to identify.

he groaned and snatched his fingers away from your cunt, frustrated, leaving you breathless and confused. he didn’t know what he needed more, his dick in you or his teeth in you.

“fucking hell” he groaned as he pushed you forward slightly to unbuckle his belt.

you yelped as he pushed you forward, landing on all fours to stop yourself from face planting into his duvet. lifting your head up, you spoke, or you tried to anyways.

“wha- is everythi-”

before you could finish he’d yanked you back with so much force, he’d never been so rough with you before, it was turning you on more than you’d care to admit.

he flipped you on your back, the blindfold never leaving your eyes, so you tried lifting it up. the moment you did, your eyes raked over his face and you saw his fangs were out, little pools of drool forming at the corners of his mouth.

his pupils were blown wide, his tongue darting out to lick at his lip as he sized your body up before he locked eyes with you, he looked crazed, demented, he looked.. hungry.

“put. it. back. down.” he all but growled at you and you couldn’t help but let your eyes flick down his body for a split second. his thighs were toned and muscular, and his dick was a masterpieces, the tip leaking as you snatched the blindfold back down.

he hovered over you, his face buried in your neck and you heard him inhale deeply, was he… smelling you?

“perfect.” he murmured quietly as he shifted between your legs, lining himself up.

“w-whats perfect?” you asked in a shallow whisper, swallowing nervously as you crept your hands up his back.

“you.” he huffed out into your neck as he sank his heavy cock into you, letting his fangs sink into your neck simultaneously, letting out a groan.

you whimpered, at the feeling of his weighted dick and his fangs in your neck.

“mmmfph! s-satoruuu!”

but he gave no response, he just started a near punishing rhythm with his hips, slotting them back and forth like a machine. his hand curled into fists in the sheets beside your head as his teeth sank deeper into your neck.

you brain was going haywire, bouncing back and forth from focusing on that intense pleasure bubbling in your gut and the pain in your neck, your brain was getting foggier and foggier with an intense mix of pain and pleasure.

satoru’s hips never faltered, he hiked a thigh of yours up on his hip and slotted his hips harder, deeper, hitting a spot that made you see stars, your nails dug into his shoulder blades, toes curling as your eye rolled back and you crooned for him and clenched around his dick.

“ohmmagoddd.. fuuuhh-ckkk!”

he gurbled into you neck, his teeth sinking deeper on instinct as he felt you tighten around him, nearly not letting his dick go, his mind went blank, like he was on auto pilot, nothing coming to mind but instincts.

his hips sped up, going harder, the springs in his bed creaking, wooden mast of his bed frame slamming against the wall, blooding draining from your neck as he quite literally sucked and fucked you.

your mind was fuzzy, you were getting lightheaded, was the impending orgasm that strong?

you had no clue, but you knew you were reaching a state of euphoria that you’d never experienced, you closed your eyes as you tightened around him, feeling the orgasm wash over you as you choked out a noise similar to a broken cry, out.

satoru’s hips stuttered, thighs stiffening as he spilled into you and finally drew his lips back to take the blindfold off.

only to find you pale, eyes closed and when he leaned in to listen for your breaths, fuck there were none.

“god damn it” he groaned as he pulled out and sat up, running a frustrated hand through his white locks.

“that’s the third one this year, i really liked her.” he sighed as his hand plopped down to the sheets.

he examined you for a moment, making sure you really were dead, before he let out an exasperated sight and got up to get dressed.

“great now i have another fucking body to hide.”he grumbled all agitated as if your death was such an inconvenience for him while he tossed you into his closet with the pile of other bodies.