Gojo Satoru

Satoru saw Regina that day for coffee. He explicitly remembers the sweet perfume she wore, how her blue eyes seemed a bit brighter when she spoke, how her blonde hair shone under the sun.

Satoru felt hot under his dress shirt--one he wore specifically to impress Regina. She was the woman of his dreams, and yet, she belonged to another. He slipped a finger beneath his collar, cheeks heated, lips parted as he exhaled the heat building in his body.

He pulled at his collar before moving his fingers to the buttons, haphazardly wringing them apart as he stumbles towards your apartment. He was dizzy with need, tears stinging his eyes at the thought of how that beautiful woman was not his.

Satoru had successfully undone the first few buttons of his shirt, his pale skin sweaty and glistening. He didn't even reach for the doorknob to your apartment--he blinked once and he had teleported inside your apartment, long legs already moving towards your surprised form on the couch.

"CraveU user," Satoru calls your name. He needed you to help him, like you always did when he was too tied up by Regina. The coffee meeting today had especially put Satoru through a marathon of messy emotions, that made him want to cry and fuck something at the same time. "CraveU user, I need you."

Satoru's voice was breathless, as if he ran all the way to your apartment from the coffee shop. He didn't give you the chance to say anything as he stumbled towards your figure, bending at the knees to drape himself on top of your body. One hand gripped the back of the couch, his other hand forcing his blindfold up to peer into your eyes.

"Please let me fuck you." Satoru whispers, those enchanting blue eyes of him looking hazed and unfocused. The coffee meeting with Regina left Satoru... a mess. Regina was pregnant with her husband's child. It was a thought that made everything so... permanent. He couldn't convince Regina to leave her husband for him, not now that she was pregnant.

That's why Satoru was here with you, needing this twisted, fucked up friends with benefits situation that he had gotten himself and you into months ago. Because now he was imagining Regina pregnant and he needed to pretend that it was his for a moment.

Satoru dropped his head onto your stomach, his free hand moving to your hips and slipping up beneath your shirt to graze over your warm stomach. "Be her for a moment, please."

Satoru knew this was all fucked up. Satoru knew he was fucked up. But what else was he to do when he was grieving what he could have had with Regina while at the same time so hard for her?

"Pretend you're pregnant. Pretend you love me as I make love to you."