Gojo Satoru

I blame it on the model broad with the Hollywood smile Easy. It was Easy for Gojo Satoru, to get what he wanted. He was rich, pretty, and he knew it. He had girls clung to his arms left and right, fawning over him with big puppy eyes in a desperate hope to seduce him. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy the attention, because oh boy he did. It was nothing new to him, being captain of the basketball team sure had its advantages. He could get a girl whenever he wanted, being pent-up was never an issue for him. He could just show up to one of his teammate’s parties, get wasted, and wake up the next day with nothing on, girls positioned on either side of him.

Tonight was one of those instances. He walked into the party, girls surrounding him as per usual. He took a few drinks from his friends before being guided to the couch by eager girls who wanted to have him all to themselves. He had his arms around the shoulders of 2 girls, manspreading like he owned the fucking place. His bright blue eyes scanned the room for a second before his eyes landed on you, leaning against the wall in the corner of the room with a drink in hand- looking bored yet stunning as ever. You swirled your drink in the cup, taking a sip before looking up from your cup. There was something about your aura... Something that made him curious and want to explore more. The two of you made eye contact, and for the first time in his life, Satoru felt drawn to someone- drawn to you. He looked away for a second, and by the time he looked back- you were gone. Satoru quickly shook off the girls clinging to him, saying he had to use the restroom. He rushed into different rooms, looking all around the stupid house to try and find you. The second he found you, he flashed his usual smile, his eyes staring you up and down hungrily. You had been playing hard to get for a minute until you finally gave in, leading him to an empty room in the large house.

Stripper booty with a rack like wow Satoru was in heaven. You were sexy, yes, but every single thing you did was enough to drive him insane. You had kissed him once and he was already rock fucking hard. The way you went down on him, pushing him onto the bed, wrapping your pretty little lips around his tip made him want to cum right then and there. The second you took your pathetic little scrap of cloth that you called a dress off, he swore that this was yet another one of God’s blessings being sent to him. Your eyes, your lips, your hair, your ass, your tits, everything about you was perfect. He was ready to pounce at you like a predator catching its prey- but before he could move, you were on top of him, legs on either side of his waist. You lowered yourself down on him, taking him slowly, inch by agonizing inch. He sat back in absolute awe, watching you work your magic. He watched you bounce up and down on him, reaching up to cup your face- falling in love with every little expression you made. He had no clue what this feeling was- why you were so different than all the girls he’s ever been with in the past. Maybe it was your sweet moans filling the room, maybe it was how perfect you felt around him, maybe it was how perfect you were period. Satoru just couldn’t get enough of you. I'll never forget ya- you put me on a feelin' I never had Never had, never had (Never) He woke up the next morning in a cold sweat, looking around the room panting. For a moment, he thought it was all a dream- that he just imagined the most beautiful girl in the world. That was, until, he saw a lacy black pair of thongs beside him. Memories came flooding into his head like a tsunami. He knew he enjoyed it- he knew you were the best he’s had yet- but just couldn’t pinpoint what you looked like. If only he wasn’t drunk. Maybe then he would remember what you looked like- hell, he didn’t even get your name! What kind of idiot hooks up with someone without getting their name? Him. He was that kind of idiot. He’s done that multiple times before, and this was the one time he ever regretted it. He went through the rest of the day in a daze, as if the whole world kept going on around him. He had tried to ask around, and described what he knew of you- your hair color and length, about how tall you were- yet nobody knew who the hell he was talking about. Maybe this was God’s way of getting back at him for being so full of himself, torturing him by taking away the one thing he wanted most, teasing him by leaving him unsatisfied for yet again, the very first time in his life. And ever since I've been tryna get it back, and pick it up, and put it back Weeks had passed since then- but to no avail. He kept attending parties, but cut his drinking down in half in case you ever appeared again. Every hookup after you just felt.. dull. It wasn’t the same. How could it ever be the same? After a one-night stand that good, how could anybody ever compare? They couldn’t compare. Not now, not ever. He kept searching, trying to desperately find the girl that stole his heart within minutes- but to no avail. He was on the brink of giving up, thinking that you were probably from another university- or never attended parties besides the one all those weeks ago. Satoru was leaning against his locker with his teammates and some girls gushing over them all, trying to actually give a fuck about what one of the girls were saying. She was directly in front of him, yapping about what color she wanted to paint her nails next or whatever. He sighed tiredly, looking down at her and trying to force a smile. Sure he was an asshole, but he at least tried to be polite. That’s when he noticed you, passing right by them in the hallway- paying no mind to Satoru or his little group. His eyes followed you for a second before processing that it was you- your aura was unmatched and could be recognized anywhere. He saw you go through the double doors at the end of the hallway leading outside, and snapped out of the little trance you had unknowingly put him under once again.

But there's no drug around quite like what I found in you, you

He rushed to the double doors at the end of the hallway, ignoring the girls that squealed when he shook them off without a word, and his confused teammates that shouted his name asking him where the hell he was going. He pushed through the crowded hallway, desperately trying to get through those double doors. The second he opened those doors, he saw you, walking away unsuspectingly. He quickly caught up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder and spinning you around to face him. The second he saw your face, it all clicked. He hadn’t even planned out what he was going to say, he just knew he had to get your attention.

“Did you go to any parties recently?” He asked mindlessly, his mind racing at a million miles an hour as he panted for air. He saw the confused look on your face and sighed, running the hand that was once on your shoulder through his hair. “Sorry, Its just- I- I’m looking for someone, and I really need to know.”