NADA - Geto Suguru X OC X Gojo Satoru

Sore 🍋

Lemone in the first quarter. Skip if you think you'll flip.

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Satoru just couldn't keep it in his pants anymore. He gave in to every single emotion he felt.

Of love, of jealousy, of want, of wanting to be needed.

She was on his piano, his muscular hands pushing her legs back, holding them up for more access as he thrusted into her, "oh, you're driving me insane," his harrowing eyes peered into hers, it was morning already and he still couldn't stop.

"I'm close," she whimpered as she held eye contact with him, failing to remember how many times she'd already come undone. He looked so good like that, his body glistening from the endearing all-nighter they'd just pulled. His damp muscles flexed with every buck of his hips solely intended to please her, to hear his name so softly roll down her tongue. He gave in to his insatiable pit of hunger, scaring the life out of him, draining the cursed energy from his core. It turned him on so much, ripping his heart out of his chest. "Come with me." It was like his life flashed before his eyes, but they were only the events from their previous obscene night; with him gorging on her in his bed, in his shower, on his couch, on the marble countertop of his kitchen, his washing machine and on his damn fucking piano.

She'd dismantled so much of his cursed energy, he felt like she turned him into a monkey forever. "No more, please," she trembled as he pulled out of her, making him laugh, "too much for you?" He kissed her so lovingly, she felt it imprint on her soul.

"Satoru san! Our mission," she said, making him realise they had to work in a few hours. "How can I not forget everything else when you look like this?" He carried her to his bathroom and sat her on the edge of his bathtub, filling it with hot water and some epsom salt. He rubbed the small bruises and hickeys he'd inevitably left on her skin, his fingers gently tracing every scar on her body, until it landed on the faded mark on her back, making him smile, "I remember it like it was yesterday," he'd healed that wound for her soon after he found her the day she fled her village. He got into the tub with her, delicately pressing her back against his chest, the hot water making her softly hiss from how her sore muscles hurt.

Satoru felt fulfilled, and it wasn't just because of the sex. He finally heaved in relief, like a big boulder had been rolled off his shoulders, "I meant every word I said when I said I needed you here." He softly kissed her scapula.

"Don't be so nice, it doesn't suit you," the hot water relaxes her muscles.

"Doesn't suit me?" He laughed, "I guess you're right." He paused for a second before addressing the elephant in the room, "does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?"

"I'll think about it," she smiled.

"Think about what? Last night? You know it was good," he smiled pressing kisses against her neck.

"Not about that," she tried to get away from his hold, but he wouldn't even budge, "about you. I don't date assholes."

"That's not me, baby. I promise. I promise to be better for you," he assured her, "there's going to be nobody and nothing else that'll bother you, I'll make sure of it. No air hostesses, no strippers, no... other girls."

"Can you live without all that?" She laughed.

"I don't want it." He confidently declared, "You're all I need, baby. Even if you don't believe me. And I'll make you believe me. Believe that I love you very much," he laid his heart out for her, half expecting her to step on it.

"Okay, good. I need you hold out and convince me that you're not just an asshole. Do you think you can do that for me?" She was being blunt and he couldn't have asked for anything better, "I... I can do that, yes. I can do much more than that, baby. Thank you."