That boy is mine (Gojo x reader)

Chapter 2

Satoru Gojo is a selfish man. Selfish, ruthless, unapologetic, arrogant and ungrateful. He only knows how to take. He takes, takes, takes and takes. And he takes it unapologetically, sinking his claws in the prize he so desires. And he does not like seeing others touch what is his to have, to claim, own and to have the permission to own his heart. Satoru Gojo does not share, does not allow any slip ups in the behaviour of others, even if he did know them.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons why Y/n had ended up in this position with him. Hands pinned above her head, with no concerns of the bruises he could be leaving as his tongue traces the baseline of her nape, which he had barbarically pulled exposed in desperation to claim. An angry smirk danced on his cherry red lips, his fangs finally meeting the sensitive touch of her skin, nipping it playfully as he breathed in her scent.

"You know what's the difference between you and me?"

Y/n that had been breathing heavily shook her head, confused. "You can watch me interact with others, being secure in your skin, thinking that I couldn't be snatched away." He chuckled at the image of her unbothered expression when this other woman asked for his number, simply flicking her cigerette in her direction. Saying, "That man's mine, try somewhere else." With a smile so relaxed, Satoru could see no traces of concern or jealousy on her face. "While I burn each time I see someone other than me even so much as look at you. If I could I would even snuff away the very air they breathe in around you." He laid his heart bare. Tightening his grip, perhaps that would leave a mark, Gojo could tell by the way her one eye squeezed shut in a wince. Gojo knew though, he was only pushing her to the limits she could handle. He had made sure of it.

He had expected expected an answer to all of his question, the kind of answer that would just light a fire under him, hotter than ever. Something that would prove his point, that he alone was the one who burning for her, who was concerned, who was affected. Much to his surprise, Y/n that had always resorted to the tactics of remaining calm, letting it pass and never- never explode but she had just scoffed, showing a sign of crack in her cool and collected mask. What seemed like after eternity, he had finally seen a sign of irritation in the way her eased browse forrowed, lips that always curved up in a laxed smile was tugging in a frown. Y/n would even call it ugly if she could see it. A sarcastic and angered smiled on her lips, amazed at his audacious words. "You've got quite the nerve to be making such claims..." Though he was taller than her, she still managed to look down at him, right into his eyes. That cold fire burning in them as if it had been there since the very beginning. She didn't wriggle, she didn't yank her wrists. Y/n however, did tilt her head in reflex to grant him more access to her skin. Recoiling at the proximity that Gojo had chosen to grace her with.

One hand keeping her hands above her head, the other one resting on the dips of her hips, firmly gripping on the softness of them to keep her in place. Lips that were mere inches away from touching her nape, didn't hesitate to leave marks of purple in their wake. Making her suck in a sharp breath when the sharp edge of his teeth nibbled at the sensitive pulse of her neck. She squirmed, trying to keep her cool throughout the ordeal of his tantrum. "Let go..!" She ordered through her gritted teeth. Gojo had rendered her immobile. Knee that threatened to part her legs if she so much as think about retreating from his grip. It was baffling for Y/n, how he could even think about throwing a tantrum, to be insecure when it was her- it was her who pursued him for all these years.

He would date around, flaunt his new girlfriends only to not be emotionally available to them, to not be present for them by using excuses of his missions and such. To leaving one girl for the other and in the end, when he was tired of it all, he would come to Y/n for a peace of mind. She had always been his last choice, not even second but last. But unlike him, she had faced that insecurity and pain with a fierced smile. Promising his every provocation with a guaranteed smirk that he was going to come around, that he would be at her doorstep when this all falls down. Yes provocation. Satoru Gojo would bring his new girlfriends to meet Y/n, discreetly but sarcastically so, letting her know that she had no place in his life. That his lips would never touch hers, his hands would never explore her the way it does with his girlfriends, his teeths would never mark a claim at her for the world to see. And Y/n beared it all with a smile. Smiling and challenging him in return, to see him at her doorstep to have just a cup of tea, all so he could relax in the comfort of her silence. She didn't brag, she didn't tease him but it was more than evident for both of them that Y/n would win every single time he would defy her.