Gojo Satoru. That damned cocky bastard. Desirable, hot, teasing, confident, things you saw in yourself you saw in him, even concealed in those ocean diamond blue eyes you knew him truly. I mean, you were one of his best friends after all. You two had a weird bond with each other, one minute he was teasing you as you hated his guts for dare even trying to fluster you, the next you were crying on his shoulder due to the bastard friends who left you.
You couldn't stand him.
There you lounged, on his slick black couch that was a nice, gentle leather with a white blanket draped over the top and white pillows resting on both sides. He was in the kitchen, probably getting a snack to satisfy his sweet tooth. You were trapped in his web and you knew it - every time he dared to even breathe in your direction you fell even harder each time. Whether his hair be up due to that stupid bandana or down and shielding his eyes ever so slightly, glasses resting on the bridge of his knows, you knew you could never get enough of him. It was truly too hard to resist - he was to hard to resist, you couldn't help yourself, really, he was just too desirable, you needed him and he knew it all too well. He knew you needed him and he wouldn't live it down.
You hated his dumb hair.
He came back in the room, his phone gripped in his large hands. You stared at them, the one ring that accompanied his middle finger that clung to it tightly, you loved it. Gojo grabbed both of your ankles with one of his hands, sitting down before placing them back over his lap before you went back to scrolling on your own phone. You glanced over at him from time to time, biting and sucking on your bottom lip before he finally placed a hand on your wrist.
"You look distracted. What's goin' on, lovely?" Purred that voice of his, such a angelic voice, tone, everything about him was suffocating you - you fucking hated him. Despite your love-hate for the male, you chuckled. "You seem to be paying attention more. I could ask you the same thing, 'Toru." You grinned your dumb smile, before you sat up ever so slightly, going to place your phone on the table beside the couch holding the small lamp, Satoru doing the same thing on his side. He went dead silent, looking back over at you before he sighed and grinned. "You're so stupid." He laughed, flicking your forehead before grabbing your waist, hoisting you over to where you straddled his waist.
You hated his strength.
You placed your hands on his chest, resting yourself on his thighs and tensing once his cold hands move to rest on your waist, squeezing tightly and moving under your shirt slowly. "You still haven't realized anything I've wanted to do to you. Any advancements have went out the window. Everything you do is driving me mad, you fuckin' loser, I'd do anythin' to show you what I can do to you, what I wanna do to you." Gojo confessed lowly, looking up at you as your hand moved up to his throat, wrapping your hand around it and squeezing gently.
You hated his way with words.
"Just let me make you feel good." Satoru murmured, pressing his lips to your revealed collarbone. You grunted softly, rolling your eyes. You knew what ever Gojo Satoru wanted, he got. Of course he did. With hair as white as his, beautiful eyes, and confidence that could make any narcissist crumble, who wouldn't? "Years I've wanted to do this, other women and men could never compete with you - fuck you for poisoning my mind." The white haired male grunted through gritted teeth, kissing and nipping at your skin. He was perfect - telling you what you've wanted to tell him for years and months now, things you've desperately tried to say through words.
You grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back from his skin, noticing a dark patch of hickeys forming at your collarbone. You bit on your bottom lip and looked into his desperate eyes, arms soon wrapping around your waist so you wouldn't leave him, move from out of his lap. "Fuck you." You spat, moving to bite and suck on his jawline and neck before leaving one parting kiss to his Adams apple. You harshly pressed your lips to his, teeth clashing together before your tongues battled against each other, his nails digging into your soft flesh.
You hated how his lips felt against yours.
Gojo snaked his fingers back up and under your shirt, you getting the memo and taking it off, him taking his own off just as quick before you tossed them both to the side. You trailed your fingers down and around his chest and stomach, him placing his hands right on your chest and chuckling. He let out a heavy breath, moving to slowly push himself up against you, seeing as a makeout session and being shirtless certainly gave him a problem.
"I seem to have an issue. Care to help?"
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