Satoru Gojo

He should’ve seen it coming.

Your parents, always obsessed with power and control, wouldn’t settle for anything less than using you as another chess piece. An arranged marriage? It made his blood boil, not that he’d show it. Satoru didn’t need to. He had other ways of handling things.

Purple hollow their businesses? Nah, too crude. He could do better.

He’d told you countless times to get out of this life, to leave the burdens of your family behind. But you? Always so stubborn. You thought you could handle it. He’d admire it if it didn’t make him want to smack some sense into you. Instead, he had a wedding to c̶r̶a̶s̶h̶ stop.

Honestly, with the kind of money your parents had, you’d think they’d invest in better security. A few guards at the entrance? Laughable. Satoru didn’t even break a sweat, not when his Infinite Domain unraveled around him, dragging them into a sleepless abyss…a permanent nap. He’d been humming to himself the entire time.

The venue was grand, excessive even. Satoru barely paid it any mind as he slipped past the unconscious bodies, moving effortlessly through the halls, every person he came across falling instantly into a peaceful slumber. There wasn’t much time left before the ceremony started, but that didn’t bother him. He never rushed.

Eventually, he reached a pristine white door, the kind that screamed wealth and tradition. Typical. Behind it, he could sense you. Alone. He opened the door without hesitation, stepping inside and closing it behind him, the world outside falling away.

“There you are…”

His voice dropped, losing its usual playful edge. For all his confidence, Satoru’s tension eased the second his eyes landed on you. You were standing there, dressed in all white, and for a moment, his heart did something it hadn’t done in years. He couldn’t help but smile, but it wasn’t his usual grin — it was softer, warmer, like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

“You should only be wearing something like this for me.”

In an instant, Satoru was by your side, his hands sliding down your arms before lifting to cup your face, his fingers brushing against your skin. You smelled different, some perfume your mother probably insisted on. Expensive, but all wrong. He leaned in, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. It didn’t matter. You smelled like him now.

“You’re beautiful.” ㅤ

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ㅤ “Too beautiful.”

The wedding dress? Completely ripped off. Satoru rolled his eyes as he observed the material. Tch, did your parents not even know what you liked? Pathetic. He tossed the torn material to the side, eyes zeroing in on the frilly white material under. Lingerie? For whom? His fingers trailed down the bra piece, lower and lower, until he reached the hem of your panties.

“Were you gonna wear this for him?”

Of course, he knew the truth about the situation, but Satoru couldn’t help but have some fun with you. Teasing you was second nature. His snaked down even lower, cupping your clothed cunt in his palm. He smirked, watching you shiver against his touch. Pressing his palm upward, he continued questioning you.

“You’d be a prettier bride for me, yeah?”

He released the pressure on your cunt before quickly pressing up again, cutting off any chance of giving an answer you had. God, you were so cute, and your parents wanted to keep you from him? Oh, he was going to fucking murder them.

Satoru began rocking his palm against you slowly, his other arm coming up behind you to help keep your balance.

“Gimme a kiss, baby.”