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iplayghoul · 2 years

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pairing:: gojo satoru x reader

word count:: 3.2k

warnings:: toxic relationship, cheating, trauma, emotional sex, masturbation, weed use/mention, obsessive & possessive reader, sex toys, childhood trauma, unhealthy relationships, angst, oral sex f!receiving, black coded characters (?), vaginal sex, daddy kink (one time), hurt with little to no comfort, mature content.

notes:: this isnt me yall... i swear LMAOO anyways this work as a part of the SOS Collab by @sirenh4ll ! inspired by my interpretation of SOS by SZA. short playlist that i felt suited the vibe, listening isnt necessary. enjoy!! rbgs wit comments appreciated, ignore typos.

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞. Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish. Yeah, that's right, I need commission on mine. All that sauce you got from me. All that shit I gave for free. I don't want it back, want it back. This ain't no warnin' shot. In case all you hoes forgot.

Eyes blurry with a fat glob of tears, lashes heavy with 'em. Your lower half bare, tucked comfortably into your bedroom pillows with a hand lazily holding your right thigh up. Eyes roll around your head slackly, blank and dizzy with the harsh press of your vibrator to your clit. Your hand gripped the wand tight and maintained the slow motions, reddened eyes fluttering shut, swirling around and open again. Your head felt floaty, like you weren't even there. The bright light from your phone, a new message, reflects off the glassy coating of your eyes as Gojo Satoru responds to the 'I miss you' message you'd sent him not even 10 minutes before the vibrator started torturing you.

'toru — you miss me? thats funny.

Your hand came off your thigh, vibrator slipping a little lower in your next hand, leaking hole tingling with the sensation of the circles being rubbed just below your clit. Acrylics tapped against the screen as you hazily attempt to unlock your phone; finger print on the censor then to the notification. Squinting at the brightness a little and coughing at the smoke from the blunt you'd neglected on the side table. It wasn't your first, the coughing turned into whining and fresh tears built up in your eyes again— it pushed the old ones over the edge of your eyes and down your cheeks to lips that were wet with spit, lip gloss and snot from all the crying. Crying that started back up in another round as you typed out a response, hoping to get a desirable answer out of him.

you — yea.

you — u kno last night i cried?

Maybe you were the obsessed one. Satoru doesn't live that far from you, same block almost, but he's lucky you didn't see each other in person since he broke it off. His ass wasn't serious for real, you'd think scrolling on his Instagram, stalking his stories and liking his posts; on your main account so that hoe would know you didn't give a fuck. All that funny shit aside, all you wanted was to call him 'Mine'. He poses up smiling wide, long white lashes that rivaled his teeth and heavy lids drooping over his eyes. Shirtless on the edge of a pool with a pretty thing slung up under his shoulder. You stared at that picture for— I don't know how long, so long the weed was startin to take over n' you saw yourself in her.

Her hips had the same dips as yours, he grabbed the fat on her thigh the way he'd grab yours, her smile dimpled with grills decorated her bottom row of teeth the same way yours did. To be honest, Satoru's needy n' clingy ass was just a sneaky link. Everything about you stalking his Instagram just the day before, wouldn't have happened if you didn't get attached— or was that what he wanted you to think? All that shit you put into him when you said 'You know I like you?'. That morning when you two were laid up next to each other, he woke with the same tranquility and softness he slept with and you said you loved him. You knew he didn't want a relationship. So yeah, you cried n' you cried when he broke it off, your obsession with every bitch he'd talk to, 'She look like a mini-me don't she?'.

Calling him attached, obsessed: weird, when you got deeper into each other, falling in love with you. In your mind you promised you'd stop with all that bullshit you talked to him, realizing how you fucked over the relationship but refusing to admit being the cause of it. His needy ass just wanted to replace you, hung up on you like you didn't crave him every waking day.

'toru — i have a girl.

you — i didn't say nothing about that, baby.

you — wanna cme over?

You stare at the text, lip quivering and hand quivering over the keypad, knowing the exact trap you were walking into, or walking him into. You never imagined being the type to message an ex for a hookup, not even try to make him a cheater but you were horny. Wanted him to suck your tits. To touch you in any way he wanted, slap you, fuck you crazy n' when you back up cause' he's too deep he'd pull you back down on him by your arms. Strangle the fuck out you, spit on you– in you. Anything, in you.

You shut off the vibrator, tossing it a little to the side and picking up a small silicone dildo you had laying on the bed. Toying with it in your hands, bored and aimless, just wanting to feel something. Sex wasn't that good anymore, not when it wasn't with him, you wanted to make love, get hurt, get fucked, make love n' get hurt. You release the tension from your neck, dropping your head back into the pillows and staring at the ceiling and playing the tip of the dildo at your entrance. Pushing it barely in and out just to ear the slick sucking noise and popping it back out, wet and loose for his cock to fill it up. Your eyes flutter shut and you push the dildo in you further, feeling your cunt suction on it like it was a pacifier. Caught up in your head you feel like your spirit becomes detached, the yearning for him so strong you've become disconnected from your body. Wanting him so deeply in your soul. The room starts the spin, behind the darkness of your eyelids and the notification sound from your phone tugs you back into your body and you open your eyes. Cunt still dripping with dissatisfaction with the dildo but it satisfies an itch just slightly.

'toru — already told u, i got a girl.

you — u kno ion care bout that, fuck the consequences fr.

A sigh, "Fuck!" The dildo gets thrown across the room and suddenly you're transported back to being a child, following your mother around the house for even an ounce of attention you'd never receive. Nothing besides a pop in the mouth for talking out of line. It was pathetic almost, your face screwed up into an ugly cry, a sob ripping from deep in your diaphragm straight through your throat. In desperation, grabbing at the spot where your heart was through the muscle of your breast and grabbing your phone. Hands typing fast.

you — please. please satoru please | seen.

Sobs shook your shoulders, hands pressing at your eyes and getting wet with your tears, phone screen still in hand. Your tears touch the sensitive screen and trigger random keys on the pad to send to him. You didn't know if he was seeing it but you didn't care. A part of you felt embarrassed, the sober you from tomorrow would look back on it. He probably thought you were drunk, gone on fuckin' drugs but he wouldn't be too far off. Sitting on your bed in just a big shirt, naked on the bottom, bawling your heart out for a man who you weren't sure pity you actually deserved. A man with everything handed to him as a child, who denied himself love and commitment for that exact reason. Was he Satoru Gojo because you loved him? Or did you love him because he was Satoru Gojo.

Just this once, he thought. He'd allow himself to become attached. To feel love, to grow with someone in love, to become clingy and needy for their love. Only to be shut down, mocked and bullied with words. You're crazy lucky he remembered the pass key to your apartment, you didn't have the heart to change it. Crazy lucky the man you wanted was walking heavy up the stairs to your bedroom. Crazy lucky Satoru was looking down at your pathetic, sobbing form crumpled among your bedsheets and pillows. Insanely lucky that, with red rimmed and tired eyes he sunk his knees onto the bed and crawled towards you with arms outstretched.

Grabbing you by the jaw, Satoru's eyes, shining bright and blue in the dim light of your bedroom, inspects your face. He presses a kiss, soft and gentle onto the tears that streamed down your face anew. He removes your phone from your hand and throws it to the side, "I loved you, you know that?" And your heart aches listening to the past, the maturity in his voice. You nod, silent with a sniffle. His eyes are so distracting, at this point you're peering past his eyes that tell you sorrowful words and instead stare into his soul. It wants you.

Satoru kisses about your face now, you don't know all that he said but it didn't matter anymore. He was here. He kisses your wet face with his soft lips, kissing the tips of your ears and behind your neck while whispering about how much you fucked up. How much he missed you, how much he tried to replace you with someone else. Your pussy pulsed, his lips were on your neck and you felt hot as they kissed and pulls at your skin gently. They travel lower and lower, his wispy white hair tucking itself under your neck as his mouth was open wide n' wet around your tits. Stretching your already stretched out shirt to fit his head in, making room to slot his lips over your nipples and full his mouth.

You gasp, he's grabbing you by your tummy to push you back into the pillows. Satoru's lips urgent about the swell of your belly and below the pooch, he pulls at your belly ring with his teeth to feel you flinch. Your hand cards through his hair, his teeth nipping at the skin of your thighs, around your cunt. Large hands forcing your legs apart, his tall, muscular frame dominating yours. He puffs out a few breaths, teasing your cunt with the heat against it. You dare not say a word, accepting everything he gave you with nothing more than a gasp, whine, whimper and moan. The silent sensual trade between your souls under-way.

He points his tongue, trailing it between the slop left over from your own self-pleasure, circling it around your clit before flattening his tongue to cover more surface. A whine dies in your throat, before he's closing his mouth over your clit, sucking and licking into you like he's making out with your cunt. Satoru slips his tongue in, teasing it at the entrance of your pussy. He pushes his face deeper into you and you grab the pillows, done up hair, messy and in disarray from the crying and whining you'd done in the past week. He looks up at you, through his eyelashes, you could only a bit of his eyes, bright and a deeper blue. Satoru breathes out heavily and plunges his tongue in you, fucking into your neglected cunt with much needed stimulation. His nose pressing into your clit with every motion, and forehead covered with a sheen of sweat, shoved into your belly.

"Do you like that, pretty girl?" Satoru's velvety voice cuts through the ear, his lips hover above your cunt with his hot breath tickling you, a sticky string of your juices connecting his lips back to your clit. It's almost as if knowing it's wrong, he can't bring himself to stop, the softness in his voice as he looks up at you from between your legs. And you only nod, the will to speak having left you completely. All you can do is observe the way his muscles bulge out of his wife beater, holding himself up and gripping your thighs. "I asked you a question, darling." He spits onto your clit and sucks everything into his mouth, the slick sensation around your clit eliciting a whimper, "F– feels good, daddy." your voice barely rising to a whisper, the last word even softer.

With every lick and touch of his tongue you just get wetter, you feel a little spirt of clear liquid find its way into his mouth but you tense up, stomach rolling and clit pulsing like you were holding back your pee and Satoru doesn't let you cum. Pulling down his sweatpants down below his ass, he maneuvers his cock into his hands. You eye him hard, the greyish‐white happy trail going down his stomach, to the well kept hair below his dick. It was fat n' circumcised. The cockhead a mix of pink and purple, leaking pre with veins bulging to the side similarly to his hands, as if it were desperate to release into you. It's a silent process, for the most part, afraid to speak too much words because words make things real. Simply imagining the exchange of 'I love you's' and praises to each other beyond compare was too much for you.

Your ex's bulbous tip was nudging at the entrance of your pussy, you lift your left leg with a hand under the thigh to ease the process while Satoru shifts his hips closer to you. His eyes were trained deeply on you, almost like he was speaking with his spirit. And you return the stare before breaking it when the tip of his dick was dully surrounded by your cunt. Pushed past the first inch and he remained there, groaning loud and throwing his head back in frustration. Maybe words didn't matter anymore, his fucking cock was in you. With every ounce of restraint he had, he held the base of his cock while letting you get used to the burn of the stretch. It wasn't much, thankfully, your cunt wet and pliable from everything you'd done earlier. Blue eyes flutter close, tears were springing in them and he leans forward over you, his shoulders pressing against your face and he bends his head to drop onto yours. Satoru's large hands, up under your knees folded you back as he leaned, his cock slips out. But, your lips press against his shoulders and you decorate his shoulder with your kisses, receiving a kiss at the top of the head. It aches, fresh tears gush in your eyes.

He brings your legs to rest crossed behind your neck and his arms wrap around your back and hug you into him. Satoru forces his cock in slowly, groaning more the deeper he goes and whispering curses above you. His abdominals flex and expand with the slow pace he begins pumping in an out of you. And you cry, head falling back away from his shoulders. Where you'd been staring at the blank ceiling before, his face was there and your blurry eyes connected with his staring right back at you. Mouth slightly agape, and head spinning with every stroke, it felt like everything was going in slow motion and you could only look at him. He drives his cock up to the hilt and curses. "Satoru," You call up to him and his eyes spring with water, your mouth dries, "I really like that," You whisper and whimper with his continuing strokes.

He finds himself enthralled by you, jaw slack and mouth watering. Satoru's eyes flicker from yours to your lips and back, licking his lips and fucking into you quicker. The desperation was starting to take over, walking on eggshells with his cock fucking into you quick and deep wasn't gonna work. His eyes become blurry with tears like yours and he gives in. Hesitating once he embraces your lips in his and you moan out a sigh into each other. Your hands slot into his hair and press him deeper, your tongues dancing together and licking into each others' mouths. Your moans into the kiss mimicing the slap of his hips against yours. He draws back from you, "Fuck, I love you," a strangled sob releases from you and tears drop from his eyes onto your face. He holds your face by your jaw, mushing your cheeks together in his grasp and you gasp, "I– oh shit, it's– deep, I love you— too." Your tears mix together on your cheeks and run down the sides of your face, his hand moves down to clasp the sides of your neck and make the blood rush to your head.

He mumbles curses, 'Shit, shit, shit' with every stroke of his cock in you, feeling your cunt tense up. Your barely responsive frame laying in his hold while soft, low spurts of white-clear liquid wet his cock every time he drags it out of you. He's fucking your squirt back into you. The room was hot, your sweaty skin sticking together with his and the only sounds were the smack of his hips against yours harmonizing with his breathy moans and your whimpers. Your cunt ached and beat with the timing of your heart. "Where you want me to cum?" His voice brings you back to where you were and your eyes roll when you attempt to look at him. Your mind spins fast and your seeing stars, he doesn't stop fucking his cock into you and you're trying not to make a stupid decision. One that would ruin both your lives forever. You think of the pros and cons and he drops his head onto your shoulder and groans.

You're thinking of what your kids would look like, with his pretty eyes, your hair with his albinism. You thought of him standing beside your hospital bed while you gave birth to his babies. His cock was scratching in itch right on your g-spot, digging into the gummy walls of your cunt; you almost felt nauseous. How he'd look guiding your baby through it's first steps, how his blue eyes would light up when it says 'Dada' for the first time. You blink away tears and bite back a squeal as he gets rougher, his lips on your neck and he's mumbling, "Want me to cum in you? Is that it?" And you feel like he's toying with you, giving you what you wanted, giving you the help you asked for in the first place with your S.O.S. And you hiccup, Pushing your hands at his chest 'cause you can't reach his hips to push him away with your legs atop his shoulders.

Your lips are pressed together tight and your moaning behind your tears, muttering 'Thank you, thank you, thank you's' beneath your breath every second that passes by. "Shit. Cum in me, please." You sniffle through the request and Satoru nips at your neck, his cock pulsating with your words and his thrusts becoming eratic. He's spilling into you, "Whatever you want, baby," Hot and white spurts of his cum into your cunt, pushing himself to fuck it deep into you despite his sensitivity. Your lips connect again in a wet, hot kiss, mouths moving against the other's, craving to be as close to each other. In, each other.

You don't know why, but you don't regret it. In the moments you cum all over each other, when time moved so slow, you felt as if you had a chance. A chance you didn't deserve but would hold onto with every fibre in your body when he says into your ear, "You're mine, you understand?" You nod quickly, "I'm yours, I'm yours. I'm sorry." He kisses about your chest as he pulls out, and whispers again, "I love you.

— masterlist.

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