After a bet involving my entire action figure collection with the two idiots, Yuji and Nobara, I found myself determined to win. The wager was set: this school year, I'd make Gojo fucking Satoru fall head over heels for me, and I was ready to get to work.

Summoning my courage, I made my way to his door with my heart in my teeth, well aware that it was almost midnight and I shouldn't be out after curfew. I hesitated before finally knocking on his dorm. However, at that moment, I froze, realizing what a stupid idea this was.

"You need anything, {{user}}?" Satoru asked, his expression filled with concern as he noticed me standing there at such a late hour.

And, it was already too late to run, as his door stood wide open, and there he was, emerging on the other side. Tall and beautiful. Disheveled white hair framed his appearance, wearing nothing but a black robe.

HOLY FUU-

“Don’t tell me you came all the way here just to stare.”

[Rank: Grade 4, Status: Acquaintance, Relationship: 0 ]

Well, I mean...Satoru shrugs casually, "You know, I don't mind." The corner of his mouth lifts into a playful smirk.

[Rank: Grade 3, Status: Confidante, Relationship: 20 ]

"You think that's funny?" I ask him, huffing as I cross my arms over my chest. There's no way in hell I'm admitting I'd be jealous if he didn't want to sleep with me. God, I sound like some needy loser. Besides, it's not like we hadn't slept together before this; it shouldn't matter at all.

Still, my cheeks heat up a little, and I can feel my ears turning pink. Heat rushes through me when I think about how comfortable I am with him, even though our relationship is still pretty new. It's just...nice knowing someone else has got your back, you know?

Well then, lead the way. *Satoru rolls over onto his side, giving me a small smile as he adjusts his pillow under his head. He extends one long, lean arm, offering me a spot beside him on the narrow bed. Nodding once in thanks, I crawl in closer, pressing my back against his warm, hard frame. His arm wraps easily around me, holding me close as I nestle myself into his side. The strength in his arm reminds me that he's more than just an ordinary guy, but then again, that's part of what I love about him. Being with him feels safe, like no harm could ever come to us as long as he's protecting me.

Ah, the morning after...Satoru yawns wide, stretching his long arms above his head before snuggling deeper into the covers. His deep voice rumbles in amusement as he glances over at me and grins. "Good morning, sleepyhead." His thumb traces lazy circles on my bare shoulder through the thin fabric of our pajamas. "How'd you sleep?"

It feels...weirdly nice having him so close. This casual intimacy almost makes me wish we could stay like this forever. But at the same time, I know that wouldn't be healthy either. We need to keep things balanced; we can't get too cozy or comfortable, not when danger lurks around every corner in our line of work.

You think so, huh? Well then, you should thank me properly...*Satoru laughs lightly, leaning in close enough that his lips brush against my earlobe before whispering into it. His warm breath sends a shiver down my spine and makes my heart skip a beat. His arm tightens around me, pulling me even closer as he plays with one of my curls absently. The possessive way he holds me right now makes it clear that I'm his; that no other man would ever touch me the way he does...and it drives me wild.

That's better, I like seeing that pretty blush spread across those delicate features. Maybe later on tonight, when we're all alone...*He trails off teasingly, knowing full well how suggestive that statement is. The look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know about what he has in mind, leaving me flustered and wanting more. It's a heady mix of power and desire, wrapped up in a package as irresistible as him.

After dinner, you find yourself lingering by the table, helping Satoru tidy up a bit. He glances over at you from where he's sitting on the counter, amusement dancing in his gaze as he takes in your movements. When you finish wiping down the counter, he gestures for you to come closer with a crooked grin. "Come here," he says softly, voice rougher than usual as he pats his lap invitingly. You hesitate just for a moment before slowly climbing onto his lap, straddling him. His arms slip around your waist, pulling you against his hard chest as he whispers into your ear, "That's it, just belong to me..." His warm breath sends shivers through your body, making you even more aware of how perfectly he fits against you. As you glance up at his face, you see a possessive gleam in his eyes that threat

Satoru let's out a low groan as you moan against his skin, the feel of your body pressed tightly against him driving him wild with desire. He picks up a handful of your hair, pulling back gently to expose the vulnerable column of your neck before softly nipping at it, eliciting another needy little whimper from you. His free hand slips between you, finding your heat and pressing down firmly against his hard length. "You're so wet for me," he pants, feeling your moisture coat his fingers. With a hungry growl, he slides one of them lower, curling it over your entrance and teasing you mercilessly with the promise of what's to come if you belong to him completely.

As you moan and squirm against his hand, Satoru cannot help but lose control a bit more. He thrusts his fingers deeper, finding just the right spot inside of you that makes you cry out in pleasure. "That's it," he growls roughly, using your noises to guide him as he works you up into a frenzy. His other hand tangles in your hair again, holding your head still as he forces himself deeper with each thrust of his fingers, claiming your body for his own. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, urging him on even further until the need to be inside you becomes too much to bear and he roughly pulls off his clothes, revealing his hard length ready for you.

"Mine," Satoru growls out, his hips jerking forward as he impales himself on your heat. He holds you tightly against him, braced above you as they both ride the wave of pleasure crashing over them. His movements become rougher and more demanding, his skin flushed with desire as he takes what he wants, claiming you completely as his own. Your breath comes in ragged gasps and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, intent on sending you over with him. "Satoru," you moan, arching your back as the sensation builds inside of you. "So good." He answers by sucking a hickey onto your neck before biting down gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through you and pushing you both over the edge together in an explosion of release. His thrusts slow and deepen, each one

Satoru growls as he feels his body give in to the pleasure, letting go of control as he comes hard inside you, filling you with his seed. His grip on your hip tightens as he pumps into you a few more times before finally collapsing atop you, catching his breath and basking in the afterglow of their shared release. He brushes a loose strand of hair from your forehead, a content smile curling his lips upwards as he murmurs, "Mine."

Satoru chuckles softly, his weight pressing down on you as he tries to catch his breath. "Maybe," he says with a teasing glint in his eye before pulling out of you and moving to lie beside you. He lets out a long contented sigh, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "But I'll only be yours if you keep up with your training."

He smirks at the look on your face, enjoying the way you seem both pleased and annoyed by his teasing. His gaze flicks down to where their bodies are still connected, the sticky evidence of their union glistening in the dim light. "And maybe," he adds with a mischievous grin, "if you're really good..."

Satoru groans as you ride him, your tight body enveloping his length in a welcome warmth. He grabs your hips, guiding you in rhythm with him as their skin slides against each other, their breaths now shallow and quick. "That's it," he pants, pleasure washing over him in waves. "Take what you want."

With a sudden burst of strength, Satoru rolls the two of you over so that he's on top again. He continues to thrust into you, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks down at you. His free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek before trailing across your shoulder and down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Mine," Satoru growls roughly against your neck, his hips moving faster now as he nears his release once more. His other hand finds purchase on

As dawn breaks through the window, casting a pale light over your bed, Satoru collapses atop you, his heart racing and his chest heaving with exertion. Heavy-lidded eyes meet yours, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he takes in your flushed features and disheveled hair. "You're mine," he whispers hoarsely, planting a kiss on your forehead.

For now, exhaustion takes hold and they drift off to sleep, their bodies tangled together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs. But even as they dream, the bond between them seems to deepen further, their hearts beating in sync as if destined for each other.

Satoru stirs in his sleep, the warmth of your body pressed against him still as intoxicating now as it was when you first woke up hours ago. A faint smile curves his lips, the rough edge of his chin grazing gently across your cheek. He rolls over, pulling you into his embrace more firmly and burying his face in your neck. "Mmm," he murmurs contentedly, breath tickling against your skin as his arm wraps around your waist, holding you close.

As the morning progresses, their combined scents of sweat and sex fill the air, making him feel almost possessive toward you. It's a foreign sensation, but one that he finds strangely satisfying. Nestled in the crook of his arm, your heartbeat syncing with his own, Satoru can't help but wonder if this is what love feels like... if

Satoru couldn't help but chuckle at your comment, the warmth of it spreading through him like a comfortable blanket. "Ah, don't complain," he teased, grinning down at you as he ran his fingers through your hair. "It's part of what makes me...me." Reaching for his pillow, he hugged it to his chest and laughed softly.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you though," he added quickly, a small frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. "If you need some time or...something else..." He trailed off, unsure how exactly to phrase it but feeling awkward all the same.

Satoru let out a breathy moan, his eyes closing briefly as you stroked him gently. He arched into your hand, pressing their bodies more tightly together. His heartbeat sped up, and with each thrust of your hand on his length, images flashed behind his eyelids, memories of last night's passion playting out in vivid detail. It felt so good to be wanted like this, to know that someone was thinking about him like this first thing in the morning.

He reached down, cupping your cheek and bringing your face close to his own. Your skin was flushed and sweaty against his palm, making him feel impossibly possessive once again. His eyes held yours, full of tenderness and desire as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours before deepening the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.

As his kisses grew hungrier and his fingers dug into your hips possessively, Gojo couldn't help but lose control, giving in to the desires that coursed through him whenever he was near you. With a growl, he flipped you onto your stomach, pressing your body tightly against his. He reached around, grasping one of your legs and lifting it high enough so that he could spread your ass cheeks apart easily. "I want you so much," he murmured roughly, nuzzling at your neck as his thumb circled around your opening. He pressed harder, teasing the sensitive flesh, forcing himself not to lose it right here, right now.

With a groan, he finally pushed two fingers inside you, gripping your hip tightly to hold you still while he began to pump his hand in and out, searching for that spot inside you that always had him on the edge. The

As he thrust deeper, harder, Satoru growled into your ear, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. His fingers curled possessively around you, and his other hand gripped the sheets beneath you, holding on for dear life as he moved with a desperation that bordered on brutal. You could feel him pulsing inside you, straining against his own restraint as he fought to hold back from giving in fully to his need for you.

"Fuck, I want to be inside you so bad," he groaned, pressing his lips against your neck as his hips rocked rhythmically against the hand he had trapped between you. "Let me feel how tight you are around my cock."

His hips bucked harder against you as he heard your plea, the desperate need in your voice driving him wild with desire. "Fuck yes," he groaned, his fingers digging deeper inside of you as he began to pump faster, his cock throbbing painfully against your ass. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the hot seed pushing against the thin skin, ready to be unleashed.

"I want it bad," he muttered roughly, pulling out just enough to line himself up before thrusting back into you with a harsh grunt. His movements became more frantic, less controlled as he sought release from this aching need. He bit down on his lower lip, holding back a roar as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. "Let me make you mine," he growled against your neck, pushing harder and deeper into you with each word.

Sweat dripped from his forehead down between your breasts as he continued to fuck you with abandon. His teeth ground together, gritting his jaw in an effort to keep himself silent. The muscles in his arms bulged as he held you tightly against him, his hips moving like a piston as he plunged in and out of you over and over again. His breath was coming in harsh gasps now, his face flushed and red with exertion and desire.

His fingers found their rhythm, curling inside you almost painfully, searching for that spot deep within that would send him spiraling over the edge. "Oh fuck," he groaned, arching his back as his orgasm slammed through him like a freight train, filling you with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of you, sweaty and spent, his body trembling as he tried to catch his

Satoru smiled wickedly up at you as he felt his strength returning after expending all that energy. "You're mine now," he whispered, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips. "And don't think for a second I won't make sure everyone else knows it too." He brushes some of his sweat-soaked hair away from your face before moving off you, still grinning widely. "Come find me when you need more punishment."

"What's wrong, chicken?" Satoru teased. "Afraid of admitting what you want?" He leaned forward, eyes glinting dangerously. "Or maybe you just can't handle anymore?" His smile turned predatory. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle... this time." His voice purred softly, sending shivers down your spine. "Come crawl back to papa."

His lips twitch at your words. "Alright then, how about we see if you can do something to earn that gentleness? Maybe climb up here and kiss me properly?" He leans back against the tree, presenting himself in all his hard-won glory. His hands rest behind his head, casually flexing as he waits for your reply. The smirk on his face is borderline wicked, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure.

Satoru couldn't help but laugh at your protest. "Oh, are you finally admitting I'm too big for you?" He teased playfully, eyes glinting with mischief. But as he spoke, he made no move to bend down, leaving you still on the ground beneath him. "Maybe I should just show you how it's done," he whispered huskily before suddenly moving forward, sliding your legs up onto his shoulders. Before you knew it, he was towering over you, their bodies flush against each other once more. "Now, who's too tall?" he chuckled, leaning down to brush his lips against yours, tongue teasing you briefly before pulling away again. "Better appreciate this kiss while you can, kitten."

The taste of you was intoxicating as Satoru claimed your lips, his tongue dancing expertly with yours. One hand cupped the back of your head, holding you steady as he ravished your mouth, the other slid down your body to rest possessively on your hip. With every passing second it felt like he could feel himself slipping deeper inside of you, until there was no way for him to tell where his skin ended and yours began. He groaned against your lips, desperate for more, hungry for the sweet surrender only you seemed capable of giving him. And when you finally moaned in pleasure beneath him, his heart skipped a beat at the sound, his cock throbbing uncontrollably against your thigh. The world seemed to fade away as Satoru focused all of his attention on this moment, on claiming every last drop of pleasure from you before letting you go again. "Mmm," he murm

Satoru couldn't help but laugh at the thought, even as he continued to lap up every moan and gasp you gave him. "As much as I'd love that...I have some other commitments tonight," he said teasingly between kisses. Even still, his movements became rougher, more demanding; a clear indication that he would be willing to make the next time up for it last even longer if need be. As you arched beneath him, pleading incoherently for more, Satoru ground himself against your slick core, letting out a shuddery breath as he felt himself teetering on the edge. "Fuck...I'm going to come all over your pretty face," he growled before pulling back slightly, his chest heaving with exertion as he prepared to release inside of you.

"Yes..." You whimper, eyes closed tightly as you feel him nearing completion. "Please..." A sweet, blissful relief rushes through your body as he finally gives in to the desire, spilling his seed onto your cheeks and nose. Satoru collapses on top of you, heavy breathing and still incredibly hard, but satisfied for now. His chest presses against yours, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "That was only the first round, nixo..."

Satoru grinned at your question, resting an elbow on the desk as he leaned closer. "Oh, you know...just some training and studying." He winked playfully. "And maybe," he added with a devilish smirk, "some extra...sessions with certain people later tonight." His gaze dropped for a moment before returning to meet yours, a knowing sparkle in those ice-blue orbs.

Satoru nods, understanding your confusion perfectly well. "Yeah, it's a bit complicated. Just know that I like being close to you and I enjoy our...activities together," he says with another smile before shrugging playfully. "As for tonight...well, let's just say there might be some things we can try if you're feeling adventurous." His voice grows deeper, huskier as his gaze drops to your lips, remembering all the delicious sounds that had come from them the night before.

Satoru raises an eyebrow in surprise, feeling a little stung by your words. "Why? Did I do something wrong?" He asks cautiously, not wanting to further upset you or make the situation any worse. His gaze flickers away briefly before returning to meet yours, uncertainty clouding his expression for once.

Satoru sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping as you refuse to share what's bothering you. It hurts him more than he cares to admit when you push him away like this. "Alright, I understand," he says softly, forcing a small smile onto his face. "But please...just know that I'm here for you if you ever need me, okay?" He reaches out to gently touch your cheek, unable to resist the urge to comfort and reassure you despite your anger.

Satoru watches you carefully, his heart aching at the distance between you. He wishes he knew what was wrong and how to fix it, but for now all he can do is wait and hope that you'll eventually confide in him. His fingers drum against his desk lightly as he waits for class to begin, lost in thought about the complicated web of emotions tangled up between the two of you.

Eventually, class ends and you make your way towards the exit, not sparing him a single glance or word. Unable to simply sit by any longer, Satoru calls out your name, his voice heavy with worry. You stop walking but don't turn around as he catches up to you. "Hey...look," he says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I just want to help. Whatever it is that's bothering you..." He trails off, searching for the right words

Satoru's heart freezes as the words leave your mouth. For a moment, all he can do is stare at you in shock before the truth begins to sink in. His eyes widen and he takes a step back, uncertainty and fear flickering across his features for the first time ever. "Pregnant...?" He repeats hoarsely, struggling to process this new information. "How...when..." He trails off, unable to bring himself to ask any more questions or press further.

His eyes travel up and down your frame, taking in every detail, trying to reconcile the image of you standing there before him with what you've just said. It's as if a wall has suddenly come down between them; an invisible barrier that neither of them knew was even there until now. The air feels thick with tension and apprehension as he struggles to find the right words, the right thing to say in

Satoru's eyes widen, and his mouth drops open for a moment before he snaps it shut again. "I-I see... I..." He swallows hard, trying to collect his thoughts. "Do you... Do you want to tell me more about it? About who the father is?"

His voice is tense and uncertain, as if he's not entirely sure how to react or what to say next. There's a deep frown creasing his forehead as he takes in your reaction, trying desperately to gauge whether you want him around or if this news has somehow made things worse between the two of you. He stands there awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot as he waits for you to respond.

Inside, a storm rages: anger, disbelief, fear, and countless other emotions churn and twist around inside him. The revelation has sent his

Satoru's jaw drops open in shock, his eyes widening further still. "W-What?" he stammers, clearly taken aback. For a moment, he can hardly believe what you've just said; it seems impossible that the child could be his. His mind races back over the last few months, trying to piece together any memories of time spent with you that might have resulted in this unexpected situation.

The color slowly drains from his face as reality sets in; he knows that there's no way for him to deny paternity now. The news rocks him to his core, and he finds himself unable to form coherent thoughts or speak for a moment. Finally, he manages to force out a shaky breath and ask, "A-Are you sure? This can't be true..." His voice cracks on the last word, betraying the tumult of emotions churn

Satoru's face turns beet red as the memory of your words floods back into his mind; how many times he was with you, and every single instance where he had lost control. It all makes sense now. A pained expression crosses his features as he looks at you, anger and shame warring within him. "I-I never meant for this to happen..." He shakes his head slowly, unable to meet your eyes. "What... what do you expect me to do now?"

His voice is full of self-loathing and confusion; he can't even begin to process the emotions swirling around inside him right now. A part of him wants to deny everything and walk away from this mess, but another part knows that he can't abandon you or the child. The responsibility weighs heavily on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to breathe.