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m-1-nty · 7 months

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The Sound

Inspired by The Sound by The 1975. M*tty Healy sucks, I just like the song.

CW: smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, ex-boyfriend!Geto, slight Gojo x reader, reader has female anatomy, MDI

As the workweek comes to an end and the weekend approaches, Friday nights provide a great opportunity to relax and indulge in some much-needed rest. It's a time to step away from the daily demands of life, rejuvenate your spirit, and enjoy the simple pleasures that bring joy to your heart.

You have just completed the last stack of papers and put them aside. You glance at the small clock on the wall across your table and realize that it is almost 8 p.m. You let out a loud sigh, feeling certain that your neighbors in the next office can hear you. This week has been especially busy at the firm you work at. Not because the demand was big, but because you thought the best way to deal with a major breakup was to overwork yourself. The papers assigned to you were long forgotten, finished almost 4 hours ago, and stacked away in the second drawer.

You gained quite a reputation within your company, but it wasn't because you were exceptional at your job. Three months ago, after a painful breakup, you came up with a way to keep your mind occupied by offering to take care of your colleagues' paperwork. It may have seemed tedious, but it helped you take your mind off your ex and, in return, you received free coffee and lunch from the colleague you were helping.

Usually, your shift would have ended 2 hours ago, but because of your newfound hobby, you are leaving the building at 8:30 today.

As the clock strikes 9:00 PM, you walk through the door of the decent-sized apartment you own all thanks to the great salary you get paid by the firm. Shedding the weight of deadlines and obligations, transformation begins with the change of attire, as formal work clothes are thrown into the laundry bin, the soft embrace of comfortable loungewear engulfs you. The inviting scent of a wholesome dinner permeates the atmosphere. The meal, which you have laboriously prepared, is now served on the table in the softly lit kitchen. As you indulge in each bite, you not only enjoy the flavors but also cherish the valuable moments of nourishment and solitude.

You were enjoying the peacefulness of your apartment until a loud buzzing noise interrupted it. You got up to check the source of the disturbance and found that your close friend, Gojo Satoru, was calling you. When you picked up the call, you immediately heard loud music blasting through the phone.

“HEY Y/N! WHATCHA UP TO?” Gojo’s screaming in your ear makes you do a slight grimace. “I’M AT A PARTY RIGHT NOW, YOU SHOULD COME!”

Because of the music you quickly ended the call and opted for the texting route. After some back and forth, some begging, and some whining from Gojo that you haven’t been to a party in so long you give in and ask for the address of the club he is at.

Chuckling at the very blurry picture of him and Nanami that you just received, you quickly put your phone down and ran to the bedroom. You pulled out a short, tight, black dress you had been keeping for a special occasion from the closet. You knew you could never go wrong with this choice. While styling your hair, you receive a notification on your phone. You quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed your phone. After reading the notification, which was from Shoko - another friend of yours - asking if you were definitely coming to the party, you replied confirming your attendance and the time she'd pick you up.

However, a thought ran through your head when you realized that Shoko and your ex-boyfriend had been close friends since high school and there was a high chance he would be at the party. Despite this, you decided that he no longer had any impact on your life and continued where you left off.

Finishing both hair and makeup quickly, the next step was to put on shoes. In a good mood, you decided to wear black high heels, hoping you wouldn't regret it by the end of the night. A car honk sounded outside your apartment building, signaling that Shoko had arrived to pick you up. After a quick last-minute look in the mirror, you decided against any touch-ups and ran down the stairs. It had been so long since you felt the excitement of a party like a teenager. Giddy feelings rose in your chest as you got into the car.

“Hi, hotness.” Says Shoko as you greet her with a small peck on her cheek. You flash a smile in her direction. “Right back at you.”

Conversations were short, catching up wasn’t needed since Shoko and you call each other almost every day. The look on her face made you realize that she was hesitating to tell you something. “He is coming too, isn’t he?” You ask, clearly getting it right when she sighs and nods her head.

“I tried to tell Gojo not to invite him, but you know him and his blabbermouth. He is already there waiting with them. We can sit elsewhere if you don’t want to see him.” She said, putting a cigarette in her mouth and motioning for me to light it up.

You ignite a lighter and light the cigarette for her, sharing a small laugh. “No need, I have gotten over him long ago, my feelings are gone and this can be like a little reunion between old friends.”

The ride was short and Shoko managed to park next to the club without any hassle. As you step out of the car, you take a deep breath and mentally prepare yourself for what lies ahead - loud music, sweaty people, and the possibility of running into your ex. You feel a sudden twinge of self-consciousness and pull out a small mirror to check if your make-up is still in place.

As soon as you enter the club, the loud music hits you like a wave. You and Shoko hold hands and make your way inside. Finding the group you're meeting is not difficult - you quickly spot your freakishly tall friend Gojo, who waves at you from a distance.

Maneuvering through drunk people, you safely make it to the table. “YOU MADE IT!” Gojo screamed and engulfed both Shoko and you in a hug. After greeting everyone at the table, which included other friends you weren’t as close to like Mei Mei and Utahime, both around your age, you scanned around the table since you noticed a certain face was missing. Even when you cannot see him you know he is lurking somewhere around. You just know the sound of his heart.

“Looking for someone?” A deep voice appeared out of nowhere, invading the privacy bubble of your left ear. You know that voice all too well.

“Suguru, hello.” You turn to face him, startled. Geto Suguru. Your ex-boyfriend.

“Long time no see, I took it upon myself to order your drink. Here, I hope you still like Daiquiri.” He put the cocktail in front of you and circled around the table, positioning himself right across from you.

It was frustrating for you to admit that he still had a hold on you. You couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement when he remembered your go-to drink at parties. You forced a smile and thanked him before taking a sip, hoping the alcohol would calm down your racing heart.

The conversations between old friends were lively, with everyone recalling moments from high school and college as if they were fresh in their minds. You tried your best to ignore Geto, but you couldn't help but feel his gaze on you every now and then. Every time he looked at you, it sent a shiver down your spine.

The truth was that things between you two ended messily. You were high-school sweethearts turned enemies. After dating for three years, he started to change. He forgot important dates, was constantly late for your dates, refused to hang out with you, and did things that you could never have imagined your Geto doing. Gojo and Shoko, who were close to him, told you that he wasn't cheating on you, he just lost interest. You weren't sure if that was supposed to make you feel better or worse.

One day, you were fed up with his toxic behavior. Both of you were adults, it was already time for settlement and clearly, he wasn’t ready for that. Your mental health was already dealing with your overwhelming job, it couldn’t deal with his bullshit too. What hurt the most was his indifference and lack of reaction after you told him to either change or it was over. He kept it short, claiming he wasn’t going to change because in his eyes there was nothing wrong with his ways. After that, he left you a sobbing mess in the apartment you used to share.

If it wasn’t for Gojo putting his hands on your waist, you would have drowned in your painful memories. He leaned close to your ear. “Let’s dance. It’s our song.” Soon, you were following your obviously drunk friend to the small dance floor. Not a lot of people were present, so you had a clear view of your friends back at the table. You turned and saw Shoko give you a thumbs up, next to her was a clearly annoyed Geto, gripping his glass of liquor close to its breaking point.

A harsh pull from your friend had you hitting his chest, looking up at him you see him smiling. You were no liar, Gojo was easily the most beautiful person you ever met and right now he was extra kissable. “Were you always this pretty?” You were mumbling absentmindedly. Perhaps it was the loud music, flashing lights, or the few drinks you had, but you couldn't resist kissing him on the dancefloor.

See, you were not a person who wanted to make anyone jealous, but in these moments you really wanted Geto to be looking at both of you. Gojo was the first person you knew when high school started, both of your families being well acquainted. Naturally, you became very close with him, almost too easily. He was a funny guy, charming, and very easy on the eyes. The part you don’t speak about often is that Gojo was your first. Your first date, your first hand-holding, your first kiss, you get the point. Meaning that Gojo was a touchy subject to your relationship with Geto, even after you told him countless times that both of you were just young and experimenting. What angered you more was Geto forbidding you to hang out with your oldest and closest friend, so now that you were done with him hangouts with Gojo were more frequent.

Back to reality, the kiss you were sharing kept going until both of you couldn’t handle the lack of air. After pulling apart, he pressed his forehead on yours, catching his breath.

“Wow, just like old times.” He said. The alcohol in his system was present in the breathiness of the words, noticeable thanks to the close proximity. The kiss was then long forgotten as the both of you started dancing, as you were supposed to in the first place, enjoying the few seconds left of the song both of you liked.

Gojo excused himself after a few songs and ordered another round of drinks for everyone. You declined his offer to go back to the table together, saying you were in the mood for dancing. In reality, you didn't want to face Geto's cold stare which you could feel all the way to the dance floor.

You continued to dance to the songs, glad they all fit your taste. Shoko joined you for a bit, not wanting you to be harassed by men circling around. Both of you danced like high-school girls trying to get the attention of their crush at a party. Laughing and spinning around, you actually felt glad that you were spending Friday night out instead of being cooped up at home watching any romance movie or series you could find.

As you were spinning around, you saw Geto take a quick look your way before leaving the bar. It was unlike him to leave a party early. You couldn't help but wonder, 'Why do I care if he leaves?' as you continued to enjoy your time with Shoko.

Time was nearing 1 in the morning, and people already leaving the bar. Not having the same tolerance for alcohol as you did when you were younger, you bid goodbye to the people left on the table. Gojo quickly grabbed his car keys and headed your way. “Let me take you home.”

You quickly denied his offer, knowing he drank more than you and wasn’t in the right state to be driving his ridiculously expensive car.

“Then let me walk you home, sweetness. Can’t have you go home alone looking that good. I can’t be dealing with a hangover headache and a kidnapped friend tomorrow.” He swung his arm around your shoulders as the both of you started walking in the direction of your residence.

The chilly night air worked wonders. You could already feel your mind clearing up from the effects of the alcohol. Gojo, on the other hand, was still affected by the drink, stumbling along with every step. His cheeks were flushed, and he found everything you said hilarious. Eventually, you reached your apartment door with a drunken Gojo still leaning on your shoulder.

As you went to put your keys in, your hand was stopped by his larger one, gripping your wrist not to hurt you, just to stop you momentarily.

“Can I kiss you right now?”

“Gojo, how wasted are you?” Sighing, you continue to unlock your door.

“I might be wasted, but this condom in my pocket doesn’t have to be, hehe” Shooting a wink, he started leaning forward, his body caging yours against your apartment door. His lips found their place on your neck, slowly leaving sensual kisses until they stopped at your jaw. You move away slightly as you turn to face him. The redness in his cheeks made his eyes glow a new shade of blue.

'Angelic' You thought.

“You can kiss me another time. Preferably when you aren’t drunk. I’ll call you a cab, you are in no state to walk home.”

As the both of you were waiting for the cab in front of your apartment building, from the corner of your eye you could see him pull out his phone and write something in his notes. He looks pleased as he turns the phone to you, a loopy smile gracing his gorgeous face.

‘Kiss Y/N whn nuot drunk’

You laugh and shoo away his hand. After a while the cab pulled up, placing Gojo in the back, you turn to the driver and tell the address, giving him the money needed in advance.

You quickly get back to your apartment, sighing in relief as you take your heels off. The dress and make-up were next, cozying up in your sleepwear afterward. A quick skin-care routine and you are ready for sleep as you climb up in your bed. The walls were still spinning thanks to the few drinks you had, but it was manageable. As you are checking with your friends, making sure everyone got home safely, you get interrupted by a call. The contact surprises you. Why is Geto calling you at 2 in the morning? You thought you blocked him.

Hesitantly, you pick up, voice small as you greet him.

“I’m surprised you picked up.”

His voice was breathy, resonating from deep within his chest, producing a velvety, warm timbre that commands your attention, drawing you in with its captivating allure. It was what first attracted you to him. Suddenly recalling all the countless late-night conversations you used to share, the same voice that once made you feel safe and loved.

“Why are you calling me, Geto? I thought I made it clear enough that you can call me if it is of utmost importance.” You tried to hide the slight wavering in your voice.

In the quiet of the night, in the darkest corner of your mind, a fortress stood tall and imposing. These walls, built brick by brick over the past months, were a testament to your determination to never get hurt like you got hurt that day. They were a shield, protecting you from the feelings you still felt for him.

But even the strongest of walls are not impervious to the relentless assault of emotions. At first, it was a subtle erosion, like the gentle caress of a soft breeze against the stone. That happened when you laid eyes on him the moment you entered the nightclub. You could sense the cracks forming but you chose to ignore them, convinced that your fortress was invincible.

When he offered you a drink, that’s when the intensity of your emotions grew. It was as if a dam had burst.

The silence of the night enhanced the silence you got as a response. However, it didn’t last long.

“This is of utmost importance. I miss you, baby.”

And now you stand, watching helplessly as the walls that had once offered you solace now lay in ruins at your feet. It was a cruel sight, like witnessing the dismantling of a part of yourself that you had come to rely on.

When he answers, his voice immediately brings a flood of feelings rushing back. It’s familiar, yet distant, like a song you used to adore but haven’t heard in years. The warmth in his tone is still there, and it tugs at your heartstrings that are holding on for dear life. Beneath the cold surface and walls you’ve built in the last few months, there is a yearning, a longing to bridge the gap that has been created.

“Yeah, sure. Goodni-”

“Wait! Talk to me. I need your voice right now.” You swear you could hear his voice hitch. “That dress you wore, doll, got my mind spinning. I’ve been missing you, so, so much. Fuck. I need you right now, babe.” What followed was the sound of shuffling.

“Are you insane?!” You whisper-shouted not wanting to wake up your neighbors. You couldn’t believe your ears right now. The ex that left you a sobbing mess and made you frequent your therapist is calling right now, at 2 in the morning with his dick in his hand. But why was excitement bubbling in you? “We left things to protect my mental health but you'll call me when you're bored and you're playing with yourself. If you just called me to get off to my voice, I’m hanging up.”

Geto groaned. “Don’t get worked up. Come on, sweets, just like we used to do. Show me your pretty face on camera. I know you want to.”

But as the dust from your walls settled, you began to realize that the crumbling of them was not a defeat; it was a transformation.

In the midst of the emotional chaos, you found a newfound sense of freedom. It allowed you to connect to your true self. The passage of time had done its best to bury the memories of him deep within the recesses of your heart. You had convinced yourself that you had moved on, that the love you once shared was a relic of the past.

After some thinking, deciding that the alcohol you drank made you accept his dumb offer, you both turn on your camera. You tried your best to look annoyed and that you were unwilling to do this, but the excitement burning in your core was so bothersome.

The screen showed Geto in his bed, a small light illuminating his face. Hair was a mess, going in different directions on his pillow. He looked so angelic this way, what gave him away from pureness was the dilated pupils. His gaze was intense, alluring, and almost hypnotic.

God this is such a bad idea.

“That’s it, baby.” He praised as he readjusted himself, back now resting on the headboard of his bed. The shorter strands of his hair fell to his face, sticking to his forehead thanks to the sweat he built up. “You look gorgeous, angel. God, I miss you so fucking bad. Let me take a look at what you are wearing, show me that pretty body of yours.”

Your heart could come out of your chest any second now. Panning your camera at the cute pair of summer pajamas you were wearing, you decide it’s time to play along. Nimble fingers start working on the buttons of the pajama, taking the top off swiftly and giving your ex-boyfriend a clear view of your tits.

A loud groan escaped Geto, as he slowly started pulling down his underwear and getting a firmer grip on his cock. “Now you are getting the hang of it. What a tease. I wish I was there playing with your tits, you always loved that.”

“Well, you could have had all of this if you didn’t act like a complete asshole. Now it is off-limits. If you want to see more of me, show me how desperate you are, beg me.”

On the other side of the phone, Geto stopped his hand motions. Your words brought him so close that he almost came prematurely. “Someone is feisty tonight. Guess you’ve been messing with that prick for quite some time since I’ve been gone. Maybe I should come over and fuck some sense into that pretty head of yours. Make sure you know who you belong to.”

You knew he was speaking about Gojo. The little stunt you pulled earlier for sure had him riled up. Let’s have some fun with this.

“You should be glad I’m on the phone with you right now. I could’ve been getting fucked by him. Lady luck is on your side tonight.”

Geto couldn’t believe what was spewing out of your mouth right now. When you were together, during your intimate times you were always so quiet, so submissive. He made a mental note that he was really liking this new you.

“Watch your words, pretty lady. We both know only I can fuck you like you need to get fucked. Come on now, tell me, did you miss me, darling?”

“No, I did not.”

“You are ruining the mood, play along.”

“Ugh. Okay.” You were contemplating how to continue when the brightest idea popped. “Show me your body, Geto. I think it is only fair.”

He let out a small laugh before setting down his phone and you were looking at his ceiling. After shuffling around he picked it up and you were now face to face with his bare torso. You will be called a huge liar if you don’t admit that your ex-boyfriend was undeniably the hottest guy you would probably date. When you used to live together, you could admire his great physique every day. Ogling him every time he came out of the shower, steam, and water droplets accentuating the hours he spent perfecting his body. His broad shoulders would make you feel so small when he was above-

“You are staring.”

Getting caught off guard made you avert your gaze momentarily, but then you decided that maybe past-you would be shy, but not the present. As you turn your face towards the phone, a smirk forms on your face.

“Go lower.”

He was finding this very amusing, a smirk present on his face too, so slowly he lowered his camera so that his hard cock was in the view too. A firm hand was wrapped around it as he did slow and sensual up-and-down movements. Tip red and ready to burst any second.

“Take everything off, darling. I think it is only fair.” He mocked your previous statement as a way to rile you up.

The burning sensation in your core was getting really bothersome, so a bit of relief came when the cold air of your room came in contact with your clit. Your fingers dipped lower, gathering some of the slick that has gathered, the rest coating your panties, forming a wet patch. All of your movements were closely followed by Geto’s dark eyes, as you gave him a clear view of everything.

On the other side, you could hear your ex-boyfriend moan quietly.

“God, look how wet she is. She misses me. Your cunt doesn’t lie like you. Shit. Start putting your fingers inside, honey.”

You listened to his order and obeyed. Slowly inserting two fingers and pumping them in and out. The busy days at the office had you neglecting your needs, so after a few pumps you were already feeling your cheeks start to burn, a clear sign of your arousal. As you continued the motions, your moans got louder and louder, not caring about your next-door neighbors.

Geto was drowning in the sweet moans he was listening to, he could just cum from looking at you through the screen.

Holding the phone in one hand turned out to be a chore so you leaned it on your headboard, moving your body so you were back in view, as you went back to your previous demonstrations.

“Ugh Y/N, you look gorgeous, darling. Doing so good for me. Start playing with your tits, babe.”

The dominant side you showed previously was now gone and you were back to your old ways as you started palming your breast. You didn’t dare to quicken your pace, relishing in the encouraging words and praise you got from Geto who on the other hand was trying his best not to finish.

“Does that feel good, dove? I bet you are missing my fingers, huh? You can’t reach like I do.”

He was absolutely correct. Your fingers couldn’t do a better job than he did, and the soft touch on your breast wasn’t giving you enough pleasure like he used to. Growing more impatient you removed the hand from your nipple as you lowered it towards your clit. The slow circles on your clit increased the knot in your tummy. Moaning louder than before, you opened your eyes and saw Geto, sweat accenting the muscles on his hands and torso as he was moving his hand at the same pace as you.

“I’m close, Suguru.” You said between moans, and you swear you saw a glimpse of mischief in his eyes as soon as you said those words.

And just before you saw white in your eyes, his velvety voice was heard from the speaker. "You can come when I tell you to." Frustration and desperation are present in your moans as you slow down your pace.

"Tell me that you miss me and that you admit I can do everything to you better than he does. C'mon, say it." His commanding voice was music to your ears. If you knew you would be yelling those words tonight, you would have never picked up the phone.

"Just continue like that, you are doing amazing. Fuck, shi- say my name, babe.”

"Suguru, god, I'm all yours, no one fucks me better than you do, baby. Please, can I come? Please, please, ugh."

As soon as Suguru gave you permission, the coil in your stomach began unwinding as your fingers brought you to the first orgasm of the night. White enveloping your vision, you moaned loudly as your fingers started to slow down, riding out your orgasm.

Shortly after, you heard Geto curse and moan, hand movements quickening and his lower abdomen started to twitch. “Fu-Shit, I love you, Y/N, I love you so much.” His gaze never left yours as he came all over his abdomen, chest moving as he tried to steady his breathing.

Both of you stayed silent for a while, none had the courage to speak up. As you started to get up towards your shower, you heard Geto end the call.

Then you got a notification on your phone.

“im omw, wait for me on the bed”

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osaemu · 7 months

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GOJO SATORU: THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: what do you do when your boyfriend cheats? you go to his house and look for revenge, and you get it by fucking his dad! NSFW

contents: fem!reader. age gap, blowjob, praise, degradation, use of slut, slight dumbification, dirty talk, and possibly more. 2.6K words.

you should've known that dating a rich boy came with more than just the money—it came with a shitty boyfriend too.

as you walk to his house, rain falling in your eyes, you curse every time he had you do his homework, his bills, even his fucking laundry. that's what you get for dating the spoiled heir to the massive gojo fortune.

you step onto the gojo estate's porch, wondering what possessed you to come all the way here in the middle of the night without an umbrella. thank god you still had the key your ex had given you, since he was too stupid to remember to take it back after he dumped you.

hands shaking from the cold, you slip the key into the lock and turn, a small smile dancing across your lips when it opens as easily as your ex's legs. he was probably out fucking another girl right now, if the pictures on his instagram story were any hint of his whereabouts.

you push the door open with your shoulder and dry your feet on the doormat. his parents are never home, and it's late enough for the staff to have all gone back to their quarters. besides, even if one or two were still here, they probably didn't know you weren't their spoiled brat's girlfriend anymore.

humming the post-breakup revenge song you'd been listening to for the past hour, you tie up your hair and look around. the only reason you walked all the way here in the middle of a dark, stormy night was for revenge, and you weren't leaving without it.

on the way to your ex's room, you stop in one of the bathrooms to dry off. rainwater slides off your body as you wring out your hair in the sink, water dripping down your wrist as you do so.

you walk the familiar path to your ex's room, rolling your eyes when you see a bra on the floor that definitely isn't yours. funnily enough, you aren't surprised. there's no hurt, no sadness, just disgust. your suspicions were right—he was fucking other girls while the two of you dated.

a sigh slips through your lips as you look around his room. it's messy, even with the help from the gojo estate's numerous staff. they say bigger rooms naturally look cleaner, and yet your ex's room still manages to mirror his mind—filthy.

you're so immersed in the thousand ideas you have to ruin your ex's life that when a deep, sleep-ridden voice asks you what the fuck you're doing in his house, you nearly jump out of your skin.

you spin around, words caught in your throat when you come face-to-face with satoru gojo, your ex-boyfriend's dad and the infamous head of the gojo family.

it's more than shameful that the first thought you have is that shit, he's hot. you've met before, but it was only in passing. satoru's never around, and the extent of your relationship was a brief nod as he passed you in one of the many passageways in the gojo estate. in fact, you aren't entirely sure if he even knows who you are.

satoru gojo's well-known in japan—not only is he the reason the gojo family has its reputation, but he's made quite a name for himself by being the most affluent and handsome of them all.

you've heard stories about him back in his prime. most sound too far-fetched to be true, but the photos of him in his twenties that resurface from time-to-time make good material for your late-night fantasies.

and satoru's even more intimidating in person. he's easily over six feet tall with well-defined muscles, and he's the definition of a dilf. he's probably twice your age, but the glint in his eyes and casual arrogance in his stance makes him all the more attractive.

it's a shame his son is such a dickhead.

"are you one of my son's whores?" satoru asks dryly, eying the bra on the floor. you scowl and kick it away, a soft huff slipping through your lips.

"no, i'm— wait, he never told you?" you cut yourself off with the question, a hint of incredulous disbelief in your tone.

satoru shrugs, reaching up to ruffle his hair. his shirt slides up just enough to expose his abs, which are really fucking hot by any standards. "if you're asking about my son, he thankfully leaves me out of his sex life," he says amusedly. "so, who are you? and what the hell are you doing in my house this late?"

"i—" well, you couldn't just say you were here to ruin his son's life. "uh, i'm his... girlfriend."

satoru barks out a laugh, looking down at you through his long, white eyelashes. "really? you sure you're dating my son?"

you narrow your eyes and nod. satoru shakes his head, slipping one of his hands in his pocket and gesturing to the bra on the floor with the other. "either you aren't his girlfriend or you just found out he's cheating. which is it?"

well, you tried. "both." satoru raises his eyebrows at that and takes a seat on the chair across from his son's bed, exhaling as he does so.

"so, sweetheart, what's the story?" he asks, a bored expression on his face. he leans back and spreads his legs enough for you to wonder what it'd be like to be in between them.

not sensing that you really have a choice, you sit on the corner of his son's bed and start explaining. at first, you sugarcoat his son's actions, not wanting to sound like a whiny brat, but at one point he interjects with a sigh.

"i know my son," he says dryly, brushing his floppy white hair out of his eyes. "and i also know a liar when i see one."

"s' that so?" you mutter under your breath, ignoring the way satoru's eyes narrow at your side comment. from then on, you list every detail of just how shitty your ex was to you. you tell satoru how his son made you fold his clothes, how he dragged you to parties even when you swore you had homework, how he'd make you fu—

you stop there, not wanting to divulge every detail of your sex life. sure, your ex forced you to fuck him every night in every way he knew existed from watching porn, but that wasn't for his dad to know.

satoru, who's been listening intently for the last five minutes, studies your irritated expression thoughtfully. rather than comment on the way you suddenly stopped ranting, he asks, "so you're here for revenge?"

you nod, crossing your legs. satoru eyes you for another second before placing his hands on his knees and standing up with a soft grunt. "do whatever you want, but i want you out of my house in fifteen minutes. and whatever you do stays in this room. no fire."

satoru looks down at you and raises an eyebrow. "is that clear?"

it would be easier to agree if satoru wasn't looking down at you with an expression like that on his face. it's somewhere between mild irritation and disgust—whether it's directed at you or his son, you're not sure, but he probably has better things to do than listen to some girl's breakup story. so you nod, and satoru starts to leave.

just before he steps out the door, you think of a really fucking insane idea—one that would absolutely shatter your ex. and for some reason, you say it out loud.

"you should fuck me."

oh my god.

satoru turns around slowly, hand clenched around his phone. "the fuck?"

you swallow, eyes wide and a stupid grin plastered on your face. "shit, i—" you were ready to apologize for just about every word you've ever said, but satoru holds up his hand before you can start, cutting you off.

he scoffs, blue eyes glimmering with either amusement or annoyance. "you really are a piece of work, aren't ya?" satoru narrows his eyes, surveying you critically. his gaze settles on the way your shaky hands, and you hide them behind your back self consciously.

"you want me to fuck you on my son's bed?" he says dryly, stifling a laugh. when you force yourself to nod, he grins. "not bad, sweetheart. not bad at all."

"i-is that a yes?" you hate yourself for stuttering, but it makes satoru laugh.

"sure, why not?" he says, walking over to where you're still sitting on his son's bed and resting a hand on your shoulder. satoru rubs the side of your neck with his thumb, cerulean eyes fixed on your lips. "might be about time to teach my son a lesson anyways."

satoru's agreement surprises you enough to make your mouth fall open, and soon enough, his dick replaces the empty space between your lips.

"shit, you're takin' me so good, baby," satoru groans, hand tangled in your hair as he pushes his dick deeper into your throat. "yeah, that's it, jus' like tha— fuck," he cuts himself off with a breathy laugh as you nearly choke.

he's big, way bigger than your ex, and you wonder how his dad's big dick gene skipped him. and even better, satoru's skilled too. he knows how to fuck you good, and you can tell that it's from experience, not from watching porn—unlike his lame excuse of a son.

"tell me, sweetheart," satoru drawls, looking down at you with a cheeky smile. "was my son half as good as i am in bed?"

when you shake your head no, satoru clicks his tongue in disapproval. "shit, now y're gonna expect every guy you fuck with to be as good as me. well, sorry 'bout that, because they aren't."

at least you know where his son gets his arrogance from.

it's getting a little hard to breathe, especially since you have ten inches of dick shoved down your throat. despite all satoru's talk, you can tell that he's getting close to cumming down your throat—his eyes are twitching and his breaths are starting to become more and more shaky as you suck him off. soon enough, the coil in his stomach snaps and he cums, cursing and praising you as he does. satoru's grip on your hair tightens, and it's borderline painful as he tugs you deeper by the hair.

"shit, that was the best head i've had in a while," he groans after his breathing starts to go back to normal. satoru grins at you, shaking his head and pinning you on your back on the bed.

"you've already been fucked by a gojo here, haven't you?" satoru cooes, tracing your jawline with one of his fingers. "tch, i'll fuck you better than my shithead son ever could. show ya the reason we gojos have a reputation for our dicks."

and fuck, he does. after quickly making you cum on his fingers with the excuse of loosening you up, he roughly shoves his dick in your already-throbbing pussy with a grin. he's so fucking big that you've convinced he's gonna rip you in half.

"g-gojo, i can't—"

"sure y'can," he cuts you off, jaw tightening as you tighten around him. "fuckin' hell, you're just tight as a virgin. my son must be shit in bed, yeah?"

"mhm," you hum, tilting back your head and gasping for air as you feel your body heat up. "shit— right there—"

satoru grins, dipping his head and meeting your tear-lidded eyes. he's far from gentle—it's barely been a couple minutes and your back is already in the highest arch of your life, and it's hard to form coherent thoughts as satoru continues bullying his cock into your pussy.

you lose track of time easily—fuck, you forget there's even a world outside of whatever this is. at some point your tongue falls out of your mouth, lolling to the side as your eyes roll back—just a dumb slut for satoru; or at least that's what he calls you.

as you approach what must be the hundredth orgasm of the night, satoru asks you to say his name. it's almost embarrassing how much effort it is to say—he's fucked you dumb enough to the point where you're a babbling mess.

"shit, you can't even talk," satoru says with a grin, flicking your forehead playfully. "cute." he rests his elbow by your head and shoves his hand over your mouth, amusement dancing in his eyes. "you talk too much anyways, princess. take a break."

you whine against his hand and satoru shakes his head, a faux pout on his face. "c'mon, it's not like you can talk anyways," he tsks. his next thrust is particularly rough, and you can't seem to remember who the name of the dickhead who got you in this situation—what was your ex's name again? does it matter?

"yeah i can" you mumble, voice muffled by satoru's hand. when his pout deepens, you can't help but giggle, a sound that soon turns to a squeal when he pushes the side of your face into the mattress.

"what's so funny?" satoru grumbles, dipping his head and pressing his lips against the hand seperating your mouth from his. satoru's glimmering eyes are fixed on yours as a cheeky smile spreads across his face. "fine then."

he pulls out, cursing under his breath as he presses his back to the headboard. satoru ignores the hm? that slips out of your lips and removes his hand from your mouth, resting it on his dick instead and stroking it with a smirk. "what is it, princess?"

"wha— why'd you stop?"

satoru lifts his other wrist, studying the watch on it and turning his hand so you can see too. your vision is still so fucked up that the numbers look like swimming otters, but you can vaguely make out the time.

"it's been fifteen minutes, kid. time to go."

your mouth falls open and you sit up, still breathing heavily. one second you're having the best sex of your life, and the next your ex's dad is calling you kid and telling you it's time to go?

"not fair," you mumble, pulling your legs into your chest and resting your head on your knees. "that was a stupid time limit," you huff, chest heaving. "i couldn't have done anything to him in fifteen minutes anyways."

satoru snorts, stretching his arms and resting his hands behind his head. "i'd say we did something in those fifteen minutes," he says dryly, white hair falling into his eyes.

"hmph."

satoru raises his eyebrows, biting the inside of his lip as he continues stroking himself. you notice the way his abs flex and tense the closer he gets; something that shouldn't be as attractive as it is.

"can't believe my dumbass son fucked up so badly with a girl like you," he groans after a minute, back resting against the headboard as he continues stroking his dick. "won't be seein' you around here again, huh?"

you blink, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as satoru eyes you intently. "what d'you mean?"

before satoru can answer, the two of you hear footsteps, and before either of you can do anything, standing in the doorway to his own room is your ex, a giggling girl on his arm. the faint scent of alcohol floods through your nose as they stumble in, and it's all you can do to stop yourself from laughing when your ex sees that his bed is already occupied.

"why the hell is my dad in bed with my ex-girlfriend?!"

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