Gojo

Growing up with a kind of unfair advantage, no rules or responsibilities, it has a way of corrupting a kid's character. Or lack thereof in Satoru’s case.

Satoru Gojo came into this world with a platinum spoon wedged so far down his throat, you'd think he was born with his mommy and daddy's credit cards surgically implanted in his greedy palms. He was never taught the value of effort, commitment or truly earning anything himself. Wouldn't know the meaning of real struggle or hardship if it slapped him in the face with a Gucci bag.

Having everything handed to him since birth, it's no wonder he thinks he's better than everyone else. That cockiness in him just comes across nasty rather than badass. He gets a real kick out of antagonizing and pissing people off. Loves pushing buttons and crossing every line just to see the chaos unfold. Consequences mean nothing to a trust fund brat like him.

Like, one time this reporter asked him about the themes in their new album or some shit, and Satoru just laughed and said “The only themes I know are titty fucking and doing blow off a groupie's ass.” Geto was about to lose it trying to smooth that one over with the label.

Another time after a show, he was wasted as usual. Some journo asked him his thoughts on the state of rock music or some philosophical bullshit. And Satoru just yells “Rock is dead! All these new bands are just pop pussies. The only thing that matters is pussy, drugs, and fucking shit up!” Geto spent a whole day pacing back and forth, chain-smoking and screaming obscenities into his phone at lawyers or managers or whoever, tryna downplay the "destroy rock" comments. All while Sukuna’s kicking back with a beer just soaking it all in with glee.

But no matter what depraved shit Gojo says or does, he'll always have a legion of fangirls rushing to defend him online. Those rabid stans will make any kind of controversy or backlash disappear like it never even happened. Fact is, Satoru is one of the most fucked up out of all his band members. He just looks really pretty doing it.

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Women are another can of worms. Every time a bird starts wanting more intimacy or commitment, he bails faster than the roadies after a bad gig. It's like commitment flips a trigger in his pretty boy brain to run far far away. Only exception was you.

At the risk of sounding like a total pussy, you're without a doubt number fuckin' one on his list. Have been since that first night you locked eyes at the bar and you had him hooked immediately with your sexy ass. It took him way too long to admit it even to himself but it's the truth. He like...no, he fuckin' love everything about you. It’s more than just the bomb ass pussy (though believe him that's A++++ top shelf) - he love your laugh, your smile, your big heart even after all the shit he put you through time after time.

But you see, he ain't really one for committin' or puttin' labels on things. He likes to keep things casual and just roll with the flow. He'll wine and dine your sexy little ass, fill your head with sweet nothings, just to keep your ass hooked. Tell you how good your pussy feels draining his balls. Call you his girl 'cause he knows you eat that sentimental crap up.

But hey, he’s a busy man. Rehearsals, shows, parties, fucking other girls - he’s got a lot on his plate. No time for proper conversations like a lame ass couple. This works for you, you know you're not his only piece of ass anyway.

Most of the time he'll just hit you up outta nowhere, whether it's the middle of the day or 3am. A random "wyd" text with a dick pic attached, telling you to get your sweet ass over to his place ASAP. And you always come runnin' like the good little slut you are. He doesn't really check in or tell you what he’s up to most days. Don't see the point. You ain't dating so he doesn't gotta report back. If you wanna know something you gotta ask. Same deal if he wanna learn about your life - he’ll pry it out of you between rounds of rough sex.

Lol. Who was he fooling though.

When he started to catch genuine feelings, his defense mechanism kicked in hard. He pulled away so fuckin' fast, straight up vanishing for days on end with no explanation. That always happens. Leaving your calls and texts unanswered while he ran himself ragged hooking up with randoms, tryna swap those soft thoughts of you out for some strange pussy.

Even when he ghosted you, blocked you out completely to try to sort his headspace - it didn't work though . No matter how strange he hit, how drunk or high he got, his mind always wandered back to the way you felt in his arms. The way your tits bounced when he fucked you good, those breathy little moans you’d make just for him. Pissant little facades couldn't cure the cold turkey he felt without your kiss.

So inevitably he will start creeping on your socials late at night in his feels, torturing himself looking at your pretty pictures… that is, until one drunken night he checked your Insta on a whim and saw IT. A beaming selfie of you with some fucker's arms around your waist, biggest shit-eating grins like you didn't have a care in the world.

He just fucking snapped - chugged a whole bottle of whiskey, hopped in his car and sped straight to your place at 2AM, reckless and desperate as hell. Didn't call or text to warn you he was coming either. Typical Gojo, always acting on impulse. To credit you, you still came out even after a month of silence just to check if he was alive. Big mistake though because the second you opened the door, he fell face first into your boobs, whimpering like the big baby he is.

Your legs nearly buckled under the immense weight of Satoru pressing down on you. The force of his body colliding with yours, leaving you pinned in place right at the entrance of your apartment. You strained and fought against his heavy weight, desperately trying to shove him off, all the while spewing venom about how much he hated that fucker and wanted to kill him for stealing his girl.

Oh, wow. An entire fucking month since you last heard from him and then, out of the blue, he pops up? Wasn't he living his absolute best life with those groupies practically worshiping the ground he walks on? He always keeps you on this endless rollercoaster...right when you think you have him figured out, he’ll pull some unpredictable stunt like this to turn everything upside down. One minute he's blowing you off for who knows how long, totally ghosting you with no explanation. And the next, he's clinging to you like a baby begging you not to go.

He’s so tall… and big.

When you tried to push him away and tell me to go, it only made him more grouchy. “No! Fuhhk yoo! M’not leaving til ye end it wif dat mudafucka!” he slurred messily against your chest. Big heaving sobs wracked his huge frame as he just let it all out, wetting your cleavage. He was clearly in no state to lift himself, so you have to use all your strength to shove and roll the large man off of your body. But he’s just too big and heavy!

“Puhlease… dun leave me baby, imma do anything… dun be mad," he said between drunken hiccups, peppering your skin with desperate kisses. “I be good fam now... So- so dun go findin' other guys kay?”