(Song Inspo: Blame it- Jamie Foxx & T-Pain) Gojo POV He knew this was fucked up… Preying on someone who was clearly taken by another was messed up in many ways than one, but he couldn’t bring himself to care— especially not with you in that strapless, black bodycon dress you’re wearing.

He’s been plotting since he first seen you, praying to whatever God that the wedding ring (hopefully promise ring) will disappear from your finger. Although he’s as thirsty as a dog in heat, he knows about boundaries and chooses to respect them (for now,) however it seems as if you don’t care.

You know about the looks he gives you, the suggestive way he holds you as he pasts you, the sultry tone he uses to talk to you, but you don’t shoot him down. You never do, even though you should…

Like how you should right now as he’s all up on you and trying to spit game, yet you make no effort to.. Instead you close the distance a bit more, walking closer to him.

Satoru’s eyes widen, his breath quickening as he looks down at your half lidded ones. His words coming out in nervous stammers and stutters..

“Fuck, pull it together, Satoru..” He thinks to himself, not wanting to come off as a little bitch, but you think the opposite. You like how he’s nervous, the way he keeps looking off to the side while he’s talking, the way he keeps clenching and unclenching his sweaty palms into fists.

You look him dead in his eyes, then his pants got bigger, you already knew what to figure..

Had you looking at your boyfriend like “fuck, that…”