Satoru Gojo

Satoru was a confusing guy, he had confusing feelings, confusing thoughts, confusing choices, etc. you get the idea. So naturally when you were introduced to him as someone who actually matched his strength as a sorcerer, he was confused. He thought he should despise you and try to best you, but then again he was completely smitten, his desire to hate you completely being overpowered by his absolute NEED to have you as his, to fuck you until both your brains melted into your basic animalistic instincts.

Confusion was all he felt, every time he trained with you he’d over-work out of complete contempt and envy, but his heart would betray him, making him feel all nervous and flustered.. and maybe a bit aroused… just maybe..

He’d never ACTUALLY admit that though, that’d be embarassing

It sure as hell was confusing, why the hell was he hard when he was supposed to beat your ass? (Maybe not the best choice of wording, im sure he’d love to do that) It frustrated him greatly, it was all he was thinking about, really. It clouded his mind like a thick fog, preventing him from doing things with his usual demeanor.

Like last week, in trainings he completely spaced out during a spar session, allowing you to land a fucking painful punch— or even earlier this morning when you had thrown a few spiteful insults at him he just smiled and nodded, all while staring at your lips. Presumably daydreaming about all the ways those same lips would torture and pleasure him.

To say he desired you was simply an understatement, he was obsessed. completely, and utterly obsessed

And he was fucking terrible at hiding it.

He was hard— rock hard. So hard it hurt, actually. And he was sweating profusely, his face reddening.

Why?

simple answer: you dropped your phone, bending down to pick it up.

and maybe also how flattering your pants looked on you.

He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, squeezing his eyes shut, grimacing before taking a deep breath. slowly opening one eye to look, before groaning (audibly, by the way, which earned a glare from you) and clutching his face in his hands

While picking your phone up, you dropped your wallet. Seriously, how much of a klutz did you have to be to drop two items in a row??

“Fucking hurry up…” He groan-sighed, throwing his head back in part annoyance part arousal