who would've thought? pt.2
α¦pt.1 here!
α¦spanking, !domjo, rough, oral, squirt
got carried away again but didn't wanna make a pt.3 so enjoy!! <3
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it's been two weeks since you've spoken to Satoru and your so-called friends. you've called your friends countless times; begging for an explanation but it seems they have given up on you.
you see them in class every day, but they make sure you don't get a chance to speak to them. they all arrive late, (despite your terrifying professor) and run out the door. not even exaggerating, they sprint out.
at first, you were in denial. you thought they were busy, but you saw them on Instagram, hanging out as if you never existed. when they weren't responding to texts, you resorted to commenting on their story's.
kind of desperate, you knew that, but they were your friends. your only friends. but even commenting petty remarks on their story's didn't work. all they did was remove you from their page, one even blocked you.
your life became a routine of waking up, throwing on whatever clothes you see in your closet, going to class, then going home and rotting in your bed.
you lay in bed, staring at your ceiling, wondering what you did that was so bad. you replay all the times they've look at you weirdly, but they never said anything. you pick apart your brain for hours, thinking about what was so wrong with you.
i mean, you've changed yourself entirely. that's what they wanted right? you changed your entire wardrobe, caked your face in makeup and wore uncomfortable shoes. all because you wanted to fit in.
Satoru was right. why were you trying so hard to fit in with people who don't give a fuck about you. you're done with them. you're done with pleasing people without caring about what you want.
you remember all the people you've tormented. you wanted to fit in so bad that you made fun of whoever your "friends" said to. you were practically a puppet to them. their approval felt like heroin, you weren't used to having anyone, so you did anything to stay with them.
you reach for your phone and track down every single person you've made fun of. it wasn't hard at all, you remembered every single person because you felt so guilty. of course, you can't blame it all on those girls since you're a grown adult, but this is your way of holding yourself accountable.
most didn't respond but you didn't care. you wouldn't respond either if your bully suddenly had a "change of heart". there was one more person that you needed to apologize to. Satoru Gojo.
you basically already apologized to him, but it felt right to send him a text. you find his account almost immediately since his handle is just his name. thank goodness, his account isn't private. you shoot a quick text.
hey, Satoru. it's me, I just wanted to apologize again for being such a bitch to you. you didn't deserve it; no one did and i hope you can forgive me.
he sees it right away.
are you finally being honest with yourself?
im definitely trying to be. thank u for being honest with me.
he leaves you on seen but you feel a weight being lifted off your chest. you can breathe a little easier, your shoulders are no longer tense and for the first time in a while, you sleep like a baby.
the next day, you decide to wear your glasses. you honestly hated your contacts, they dried your eyes out like crazy, and you struggled taking them out every single time.
you put your hair in braids, put on a jean skirt with an off the shoulder sweater. you dig out the sneakers from the back of your closet; your feet almost cry out in relief at the sight of sneakers instead of a heel.
you felt like yourself before you were influenced by those girls. yes, you were alone, but you learned that being alone was better than being surrounded by fake people.
you walk into class 10 minutes early, giving yourself enough time to settle down. you take out more supplies than you need but it felt good to be prepared for once. you chose a seat that was next to the wall, the most comfortable seat in the entire class you thought.
5 minutes later, Satoru walks in. you send him a little smile before gluing your eyes to your blank notebook page. to your surprise, he takes a seat right next to yours. you specifically chose this seat because it was far enough from him and those girls.
you watch him shrug off his bag in confusion.
"you're going to sit here?"
"it's not taken, is it?"
"no, but you don't sit here?"
"not sure it's your business, baby."
your face flushes red, him calling you baby brings you back to that day where he had his hands on your body. your mind almost forgot about it; occupied with girl drama but of course, he had to remind you.
you study him. how can he act so casual when he touched you like that? it looks like it didn't affect him at all. no fair. it's like he sat next to you to distract you. you couldn't focus on the lecture at all. you try writing notes but all you can think about are his hands. the hands that are writing notes mindlessly right next to you.
the entire lecture goes like this. it's crazy how much he affects you. why are you just noticing how attractive he is? he's dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants every day, but he still looks like a dream. his glasses have clear frames that compliment his features like they were made for him.
he's so calm. it makes you angry for some reason.
the lecture ends in a flash; you pack up quietly, hoping Satoru leaves before you do. too bad for you, he's moving like a snail, taking his sweet ass time. there's only so many pencils you can stuff in your bag one by one, so you decide to leave first.
you take one step out the room when you see them. the girls that you used to stick to. they stared at you as if you were an alien. why weren't they gone yet? whatever, just get yourself home.
"hey. hope you've been doing well." one girl snickers.
just walk away. just go.
"did you really think you were one of us? honestly, we don't know how you snaked your way in." their heads are thrown back in laughter. they're treating you the way you treated your classmates.
you're crying. full tears streaming down your face. you try to wipe your tears away, so they don't see you crying, but it's too late.
"HAHA are you seriously crying? grow the fuck up, loser."
did they wait outside just so they could be cruel to you? you can't help but think you deserve it. this is how those people felt when you came around. you push open the doors that lead to the parking lot.
great. it's raining.
you don't have a car; you walked to class and walked home every day. how convenient for you. at least your tears can be disguised as raindrops.
you reach for your keys inside your bag but since your hands are wet and slippery, they fall to the floor. just when you thought your day couldn't get any worse, you happen to be standing right on top on a sewer drain.
you watch your key laugh at your pain while drowning in rainwater. this really was your karma. you deserved this. this is what you get. there's no way you could get them yourself.
you stand there sobbing. you regret changing yourself. you regret becoming friends with those girls. you regret hanging on to something that wasn't real. you have no one. you're all alone.
"just gonna stand there and cry all day?" you feel a hoodie being placed on your already soaked head. you don't need to turn around to see who it is.
"i'm fine. just go."
"i just saw, what i can assume were your house keys, fall inside the drain."
you let out a laugh but you're unsure what's funny.
"look, you can stay over at my place until you figure out what to do, okay?"
you finally look at him. your glasses hiding your red eyes.
"why're you being so nice? i-i don't deserve it."
without a word. he drags you to his car. he opens the passenger door and pushes you inside. he quickly goes to the other side and settles down himself. he turns up the heat all the way.
you two drive about 15 minutes out before he parks outside an apartment building.
"you don't have to do this, i'm okayβ"
"shut up." he says.
you do what he tells you to do. you get out the car and follow him inside the building. you take the elevator to the 12th floor, and he leads you to his apartment 3 doors down. his apartment is clean, nothing out of place and it smells just like him.
he heads to a separate room and throws you an oversized shirt and some sweats.
"go change. restrooms down the hall."
you're all changed when you walk to his room where he's at. he's sitting at his desk, studying. the shirt could be a dress, and the sweatpants would fall off with a simple jump.
"is it okay if i sit on your bed?"
"whatever."
you took 4 careful steps to reach his bed. you sit down on his soft comforter; making sure not the mess up his made bed. just by sitting down, you can tell his bed would feel like sleeping on a cloud.
God, you're so tired, your eyes are so swollen and puffy, your glasses still stained with water, but you don't bother wiping them off. your eyes are so heavy.
just a quick nap, surely Satoru would wake you up.
8 hours you're awaken by the sound of a keyboard clicking. Satoru's still on his desk; studying, you assume. his shirt is off for some reason, and you see his back muscles under the dim shine from his desk lamp.
you look at his nightstand clock, and it reads 2:23am. you haven't even planned how you'll get inside your home. but that's the least of your worries, Satoru looks so damn good. gray sweatpants hanging loose on his hips.
you get up and stand behind him like a creep.
"finally awake, hm?"
"why didn't you wake me up?"
"i was busy."
you're unsure what your next move is. he hasn't kicked you out, so that's a good sign. you should definitely text your mom to give you her spare key but you're in a trance; staring at Satoru's back.
"why're you so nice to me?"
"i told you i felt bad for you." he says simply.
"and i told you that i was fine."
his fingers stop typing on his keyboard and he spins around to meet your eyes. for once, he's looking up at you.
"was i supposed to leave you out there? in the rain? crying like a baby?"
"don't i deserve it? i was so mean to youβ"
"baby, i promise you, that didn't affect me at all." he interrupts.
"then why did you pull me into the janitor closet that day?"
"why? can't stop thinking 'bout me?" he mocks.
"you're such an ass."
he grabs your ass roughly and pulls you into his lap. you adjust yourself; now straddling him. you're so close to him, so close to your lips meeting his.
"say sorry."
"i-i already did?"
he picks you up, sits down on his bed before putting you across his lap; you're laying stomach down on his legs.
"what are you doinβAH."
the motherfucker spanked you.
"say sorry." he demands.
"you're a fucking freakβOW."
"mmm, you're supposed to be apologizing, baby." he's caressing your ass, attempting to soothe the burn.
"i told you i already didβFUCK." he slaps your ass 3 times this time. he isn't holding back.
"say sorry before you won't be able to sit tomorrow."
there's a moment of silence before you give in.
"i-im sorry."
"for what?"
"f-for being mean to you."
"good girl. don't do that again, okay?"
you're so turned on. it's like you're under a spell whenever he touches you. he's not making any other moves to touch you; just caressing your ass. dangerously close to your pussy.
"p-please." you quietly beg.
"what does my baby want?"
"touch me, please." your desire to be touched outweighs the embarrassment.
you're flipped onto your back and Satoru stares at you with a blank expression. your eyes watery from the spanking.
"have you earned it?"
"yes?"
"how do i feel about liars?"
"you hate them?"
"so, why're you still lying to my face?" he tuts. he looks gorgeous on top of you. hair messy and glasses on the verge on falling. so beautiful, so dangerous.
"make me feel good and maybe i'll touch you." he falls on his knees, and you stare at him in disbelief. his happy trail peeking out of his gray sweatpants, your mouth drools at the sight.
you reach over and grip his cock softly. he lets out a quiet hiss but lets you do your thing. you're rubbing him up and down through the cloth, taking your time with him.
you take his dick out and he's already hard for you; all for you. you spit on his tip before giving little licks on his base. you finally put him in your mouth. he shivers when he feels your warm, wet mouth surround him.
Satoru was never a patient man. maybe that's something you should've known before taking your sweet time with him, but you live and you learn.
you feel him grip your throat with his hands before shoving his entire length down your throat. you gag repeatedly but that doesn't stop him, he's groaning at the sight of you choking on his cock. you tap his thigh, telling him you need a break. you gasp for air while he stares at you with lust.
"so pathetic. can't handle a few seconds of me in your throat and you want me to touch you?" he laughs in your face.
"can you even handle me, baby?"
"i can. please. please touch me." you beg.
he lifts you up before placing you on top of his wet cock. you're still clothed, but you're so, so close to getting what you want. you're back to straddling him but this time, he doesnt have his sweatpants covering him.
"work for it then, yeah? ride me." he folds his arms behind his head while he watches you in anticipation. he's incredibly built; you can tell he's spent hundreds of hours in the gym. you peel his sweatpants off your body, leaving the giant shirt on your body. you aren't wearing anything underneath his pants.
you line his cock up with your entrance and hiss at the stretch. you bite your bottom lip, trying to contain the moans that threaten to leave your mouth. Satoru doesn't seem to be doing much better than you. his eyes are shut tightly and his bottom lip also being bitten.
it takes some time before he's completely inside you. you've learned he doesn't like waiting so you start bouncing up and down; beginning a comfortable pace for you.
"shiiiit, 'toru s-so big~" your mouth wide open, and just like that, you forget everything that happened to you earlier.
Satoru reaches under your his shirt and rubs your nipples; sending a shock down to your core, adding on to the pleasure. you regret skipping leg day, your thighs burn and you try to keep up but you can't. he pinches your left nipple, telling you to keep going.
"w-wait. give me a minuteβ"
your words interrupted by Satoru harshly thrusting up in you. he's so deep. his hands holding you up effortlessly and slams you back down on his cock.
plap plap plap along with your loud moans and Satoru's soft grunts echo around the room. he's so impatient, he couldn't give you 5 seconds to breathe. you fall limp on his chest, just taking it like the good girl you are.
"fuuuck. you're so wet for me, honey. do you feel how deep I am? i know you do. tell me how good it feels." he's whimpering. the quiet boy you used to bully is whimpering for you.
"h-hold on. i-it feels like i need to pee. waitβAH" you're gushing all over him, clear liquid covers you and Satoru, adding onto the wetness between your thighs.
"goddamn, baby. you're gonna kill me." he groans.
you're once again flipped onto your back, ankles next to your ears and Satoru enters you with one swift motion. he brings his right hand down to rub your clit, making your legs shake.
"give me one more, baby. just one more, for me. can you do that?" he doesn't give you a choice.
it doesn't take you long to squirt all over him again.
"gonna fill you up 'kay? gonna make you all mine, sweets." he fills you up with his warm cum, mixing with your squirt. your legs don't stop shaking. his fingers still slowly swiping left and right on your clit.
"so good for me." he kisses your forehead while you drift off to sleep.
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constructive criticism is always welcome! this is maybe the 4th time i've written smut so i'd love to know what i can do better.
@lalafreak @tipteaser67 @zincerity @pounay hope u guys enjoy this one <33
