#fratboy gojo

[milkywaydrabbles]

A/N: I think I blacked out writing this LMFAO. This is the longest part and it wasn't supposed to be 2k words but apparently I have a thing going on. Maybe one more HC post after this post-fucking and how reader and gojo are together and the dynamic change but this was the big hurrah. Hope y'all enjoy MWAUH

Fratboy! Gojo part one | part two | part three

Satoru kissed you like a starving man, hoping for salvation in the form of your lips. His tongue explored your mouth, hands roaming your back, your hips, your waist. It was overwhelming. You pulled back a few times just enough to catch your breath before he was on you again. You could barely keep up, letting him overwhelm your senses and giving yourself up to him. “Sa-satoru hold on.” He gasped out, pushing at his chest. He shook his head, pushing you backwards until the back of your knees hit your bed. “Need you so bad, pretty. Don’t wanna waste time.” His lips latched onto the pulse point of your neck, heart beating so fast it felt like it could burst from your chest. You whimpered, falling back onto your bed with Gojo following, hands gripping at your waist. Everything was moving too fast, you couldn’t focus, it was too much. Firmly you pressed on his chest again, trying to put some space between you. He furrowed his brows, concern evident in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” Your breath shuddered, “I just...give me a minute.” You mumbled, looking away from his piercing gaze. His face softened. “I’m sorry, pretty girl...This just--it didn’t feel real, like I wouldn’t have this opportunity again...I don’t wanna push you, I promise. I just want you.” 

Hearing Satoru, your bully from the semester, saying such sweet words and looking like he was begging for his life almost broke your heart. He had a lot of making up to do but...maybe, just maybe, you’d give him a chance. “Okay...” You whispered, “okay, Satoru. I’m ready.” Gojo dipped down, slower, nipping at your lower lip and kissing you with purpose. “Sorry, beautiful.” He mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, slowly tracing kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. You didn’t respond, instead running a hand through his soft white tufts of hair. Your eyes fluttered close as he explored you, hands tracing your stomach, and cupping your tits. A knee pressed itself at the apex of your thighs and you gasped, hips stuttering. “Can’t believe I have you under me.” He whispered, nipping and suckling and licking any skin he can get his mouth on. You steadied yourself before speaking, “don’t make me regret it, Gojo.” He clicked his tongue, a sharp bite down on your neck before soothing his tongue over it. You yelped. “Satoru, baby. Enough with the family name. I only wanna hear Satoru coming from you.” He rubbed his knee at your clothed cunt, feeling the heat coming from between your legs. He was so hard just thinking of you, having you so pliable underneath him. Gojo could barely think himself. So when you, on your own accord, pushed him off enough to slip your shirt over yourself and throw it to the foot of the bed his brain completely short circuited. You hadn’t been wearing a bra. Made sense, really, if you were just in your room but still. Gojo stared, eyes glued on your chest like you just showed him the answer to life. You shifted, hands going to cover yourself in embarrassment before he pounced. “Nu uh, pretty girl. Fuck, look at you. You’ve been hiding this from me?” He groaned, a hand squeezing and pinching one nipple but his mouth worked on the other. You moaned above him, leaning back down and head thrown into your pillow. Gojo couldn’t help but moan himself, the taste of you on his tongue was driving him wild, his knee moving to spread your leg more. “Satoru.” You gasped, nails digging into his shoulder blades. 

He lost his fucking mind. “Fuck, baby.” his hands went to rip off your pants, uncaring on how desperate he looked. He was desperate. Licks and kisses trailed down your chest, stomach, hips. Down, down, down, until he finally licked a stripe on your pantie clad pussy. You cried out, hips bucking into his face. Gojo looked like he was in ecstasy, burrowing his nose into you and breathing in deep. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head when he moaned. “You smell so fucking good.” He groaned. You tried to close your legs around his head, but he wouldn’t let you. “Don’t be fucking embarrassing, Satoru.” You hid behind your hands. He’d let you, for now. “Can’t help it, sweetheart. Wanna taste you.” Gojo pulled back your underwear enough to tongue your lips, losing control the moment he got a taste of you. He pressed himself more into your cunt, tongue swirling deep in you as he moaned. He wanted to lick and suck and slurp every drop you had to give him. You gushed around his tongue, crying out as he ate you like a madman. Satoru ripped your underwear to give himself more space to taste you and use his fingers. Neither of you even noticed the torn cloth. He lifted your legs on his shoulders and pressed infinitely closer, two fingers dipping into your sopping wet pussy as he lapped up your juices, and latching onto your clit.

“A-ah, Satoru! Fuck!” you humped his face, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. His long fingers curled up, starting to quicken his pace and finger fuck you relentlessly. He knew he’d found what he was looking for when your body rose and you squealed, hands tangling into his hair. You babbled nonsense, begging him for release. “Come on pretty girl, cum on my fingers, I want it.” He looked up at you between his lashes, nosing your swollen nub as you rose higher and higher to your climax. “Look at me, baby.” He licked you again, pressing kisses to your clit as you looked down at him. You were a fucking sight for sore eyes. Your eyes were glassy, lips swollen and red from you biting them so hard. Cheeks flush, and your mouth shaping a perfect ‘o’ with how good he was making you feel. Gojo could cum in his pants with your face alone. It was burned into his memory, and he knew no one would ever be good enough. Not after you. He was so pussywhipped there was no way in hell he’d ever let you go after this.

A few more pumps of his fingers into your swollen cunt had you releasing your juices over him, your hole clenched and spasmed around him, hips stuttering as you rode out your orgasm. He slowed down when you deemed it too much, crawling back up your body with kisses along the way. The two fingers that were deep in your pussy were pressed against your lips, and you immediately opened your mouth letting him push your taste onto your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed, making a scene of sucking on his digits for good measure. Gojo couldn’t breathe, the discomfort of his pants becoming too much. “Gotta feel you baby, need to be inside you.” He kissed you again, but you surprised him by pushing him off and crawling on top of him. He blinked, shocked. “Wanna ride you, ‘Toru.” Gojo could only hear white noise. There was no way this was real, this must have been a dream. “Baby...you sure?” He was still in shock as you moved to pull his shirt up, look still hazy. He helped, removing his clothes and discarding them in the corner of your room. Finally, finally you were able to get a good look at him and nothing could prepare you for the cock you came face to face with. He was so pretty, mushroom tip all read and leaking with anticipation. He was long, and curved, and you honestly wondered how he’d fit. 

“Baby, it’s okay, we can take it slow.” He reassured, but you were damned if you weren’t going to have him inside of you. You dipped down and gave his tip some experimental kisses, Gojo hissing as you did so. Kisses turned into sucks, and before he knew it you were slurping down his cock with enthusiasm. “Fuck! B-baby slow down, ‘m’not gonna last if you keep it up.” He babbled, holding your head steady as best he could. He wanted more than anything to fuck up into your mouth with how good it felt, but he wanted to feel your pussy tighten around his cock. You looked at him between your lashes, slowing your pace. God, you were going to be the death of him. He gathered all your hair into his large hand and let you lazily suck on his cock, going as deep as you could before coming up for air, using your free hand to stroke whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. “Just like that, baby, fuuuck. S’fucking good.” The deep timbre of his voice shot straight to your cunt, hole clenching around nothing. “Can’t wait anymore, need you.” Gojo pulled you off him and brought you up to his face, kissing you deeply once more. You lined yourself up with his cock, teasing his tip with your wet folds. He wanted to push you down and take you, but he’d let you take the lead. Just this once. Slowly, you pushed yourself onto his length with ease, you were so slippery with your last orgasm and his spit. You both gasped, and you immediately tightened around him it felt so good. “Satoru, fuck.” You whimpered, bracing yourself on his chest as you rose up, to the tip, and sat back down on his cock. He moaned, head tipping back and his hands gripping onto your hips so hard they’d leave fingertip bruises. “You’re so fucking tight and hot, pretty girl. Fucking me so good.” He praised you as you rode him, fingernails digging into the skin of his chest. You did your best to keep your pace, crying and whimpering above him. “Good, ‘Toru, so good.” You babbled, tears streaming down your face. You were cockdrunk, couldn’t think of anything except Satoru and how good he was making you feel. Your hips stuttered, straining to keep it up. 

“Aw,” he cooed, “you cryin’?” You could practically hear the smirk coming from him. “Does my pretty baby want some help?” You sniffled and nodded, being shifted immediately and feeling him thrust into you. Gojo planted his feet on the mattress and shoved you down onto him. Sweat dripped down his brow as he reached closer to his own high. “Touch yourself f’me baby, cum on my cock.” He strained to speak, getting lost in the wet heat of your cunt. Slaps bounced around the room, the heat and smell of sex filling the air around you. If you were to stop crying and moaning all you would hear is the pap, pap, pap of your soaked cunt being stuffed full. A shaky hand found your clit, rubbing at yourself as Gojo filled you up. “Satoru, g’nna cum, ‘m gonna-aah, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck” You screamed, trembling on top of him as you came on top of him. Your juicy cunt soaked him, dripping down his length and balls. He didn’t stop his pumping, fucking up into you harder now focused on himself. You pulsed around him, enough to bring him closer to the edge. “F-fuu-where do you want it baby? Tell me where.” He pleaded, Gojo wasn’t going to last long. “Inside me, Satoru, please wan’it.” You fucked back onto him, lost to the pleasure of overstimulation he was giving you. It was too much for him. He groaned, pulling you down hard on him and stilling inside of you. Globs of cum pushing deep into your pussy, Gojo could swear he saw stars. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that much in his life. 

All that was heard were pants of the both of you trying to catch your breath. And now you felt awkward. You cleared your throat, moving to get off him not catching his eye. “Where do you think you’re going?” He pulled you down closer to him, kissing at your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids, everywhere. “This wasn’t a mistake.” No question, a declaration. “You think you’re getting rid of me after that?” He snorted, planting one last kiss on your now giggling face. “Baby, you’re stuck with me.”

[madamechrissy]

Took you Like a Shot

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe (gojo is an idiot) - fluffy and smutty, MDNI -will have explicit sex etc- 4 parts (I THINK) in this chap- flashbacks of explicit sex with dirty talk, weed smoking (Satoru and his boys aha) mentions of sex, lots of humor, enemies to loversss- WC- this chap- 8k- art in the banner by Yuana on X

Comments and reblogs so appreciated if you enjoyy <3

Masterlist - Playlist- Chapter Two>>> (extras here)

Chapter One

It had been an absolutely filthy night, that led to your doctor coming in and informing you three months later-

'You're pregnant'

You came in for a normal checkup, you're on the pill and you have no sex life, aside from one encounter almost three months ago. A filthy, questionable ass encounter with what so happened to be your former 'bully' - rich boy, frat boy, pretty boy, pretentious boy- Satoru Gojo.

For years, the two of you were rivals, not just academic either, since you were both top of your class all through college, but at everything. He'd hold your notebooks high and laugh at you, he'd try to ruin and crash every sorority event he could. Known as the Queen and King of the campus, you ran the rivaling Sorority to his Fraternity. The amount of times you all had gone toe to toe was literally notorious, even your best friends hated each other on your behalf, starting an entire war between you all.

You have no clue how it happened, still, how the two of you had the best sex of your life at that damn party, fueled by drinks but also something you'd never admit- you've always wondered. Hearing those stories about his... skills, seeing his perfect body and the way his pretty lips smirked so cruelly in your direction, even after all these years- how it all led to this moment.

'Hah, sweets, ya finally admit I'm good at something?' Satoru had murmured in your ear, while he'd had you bent right over some bed at some party- both of you were seniors in college on your last and final party, finally you thought you'd be rid of him, of this ass of a man. He was going to live the rich life, working for his family, and you were moving on to a whole different career.

'One t-thing... that's it...' You had cried out when his cock had shoved in so deep, making you cum all over him, his fingers gripping your hips while he'd pumped deeper and deeper, impossibly until he'd been right on your cervix. 'F-fuck!'

'Fuck... you had a pussy like this and we've been fighting!?' Satoru is whispering, resting his snowy locks against your neck, biting it with sharp teeth as you milk his cock. 'So greedy, huh?'

'S-shut up, mnh- just... keep... there, there shit!' Satoru had slammed right against your cervix, feeling you pulsing around him, it had been too good, too tight, too fucking wet, he'd paused then, looking at your arched ass, your skirt shoved over your hips. 'Keep g-going, please...'

'M'gonna cum, tho-she's too tight- shit can I?' 

Your drunk ass had said- sure. You're precise on that pill, every day your alarm goes off in the morning, you take it. How could...

"Pregnant!?" You repeat. Unbelievable. No fucking way. You...

"Yes sweetie I suggest prenatal and an ultrasound, hmm?" The nurse says so sweetly, as you feel sick to your stomach, which your hand goes down to touch.

Pregnant. With rich, notorious fuckboy Satoru Gojo’s baby- now you would have to tell him!?

Shit.

You take the results in a shaky hand, mind swirling as the doctor goes on and on, some crazy distant humming in your head, there’s no way, it can’t be. You’re literally starting your journalism career, thinking you’d maybe gained a few pounds from stress and ramen, the interning was absolutely brutal, you’re never regular on your periods, hence the birth control in the first place.

Running coffees here and there, grabbing this and that for everyone above you, but you were now officially hired, and you were making good money for once, finally able to pay down some of your pesky student loans and get a nice car. You worked hard for it, for everything, despite many thinking leading a sorority meant you came from money, you were a scholarship girl.

That’s a huge reason you and Satoru always clashed, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, easily acing every test that you busted your ass for, things came easy to him, you worked for it. Achieving the highest you could in your graduating class, the little shit that came to school hungover grinned right next to you, like a goddamn plague, and you hoped that finally he was gone for good.

What bonded two people like you now?

Well…

“Do you need to go over your options, hunny?” One of the nurses says, touching your shoulder with a gentle smile, you shake your head then, clearing your throat.

“I just need to… think.”

You’re pacing back and forth in your apartment, feet padding gently along the hardwood floor, cell phone in your hand, staring at the phone number that just got sent to you by Shoko. She was Satoru’s friend and yours, which was rare given the ongoing student warfare zone you all created. You’d texted her a simple- hey do you have Gojo’s number- not going into details.

How do you even tell him?

What do you say!?

You psych yourself up, finally dialing it, when he picks up the phone after the second ring, murmuring - “Hello.” God, even him answering what he assumes is a stranger is snarky.

“Um, hey.” Gojo pauses at the sound of your voice, faltering just for a moment, as his friends bounce a basketball around a court outside, he sits down on the bench, vivid images filling his head. “It’s-”

“Think I don’t know your annoying voice by heart, sweetheart?” You roll your eyes, sighing and plopping down on your couch.

“Yeah, well… I got your number from Shoko.”

“Need a second round? Should have guessed.” He’s gesturing to Suguru and Sukuna, who roll their eyes at him, and he puts his voice down an octave. “I could be convinced.”

“Jesus christ, Gojo.” You almost hang up, feeling your tummy tighten then, almost nauseous, realizing you had to talk to him. “Are you, I don’t know, um… free for lunch or anything?” You despise the words falling from your lips.

“Asking me on a date, huh? So bold, I like it.” Satoru winks now at his friend’s shocked expressions, muting for a moment, telling them it was you.

“No fucking way.” Sukuna says, Suguru snorts in laughter and Satoru just grins, unmuting you again.

“I guess I could be convinced.” He purrs out those words, chuckling. “Hmm, we could go to that nice place on Hollywood ave hmm? Perfect Sushi.”

Your tummy growls, but then you frown, remembering that Sushi is on your damn list not to eat, you curse internally, peering at this list of everything you should never do or consume, and it specifically says raw fish right there. “Do they have cooked Sushi there?”

“Pshh, you’re such a prissy ass, can’t eat raw huh? Didn’t mind it raw from what I remember.” You hate this man.

“You know what never-”

“Shit, I was just kidding.” He panics, thinking you hung up, hearing your irritated sigh then. “Yeah I think they do. Why do you even wanna hang out, ya wanna nag me in person?” He spins his basketball effortlessly on his finger, acting all calm, as if he wasn’t dying to be buried in your perfect pussy again. “Miss being bitchy to me so bad?”

God he wanted to have you on his face, have you sucking him, he wanted for so much more than you all got to do, drunken fingers and your muted cries as he’d had a big hand tight over your mouth. His cock twitches under his basketball shorts just remembering how slick and hot you were, god how you fucking felt gripping him so damn tight.

Satoru had felt you pulsing around him as he reached his arm around you, pressing his fingertips to your clit in circles, as you’re crying out against his palm, practically drooling against him. ‘There you go, cumming so easy f’me huh?’ he taunts, as his own eyes roll back, feeling your pussy drool against his hand.

‘Mnh!’ was all you managed to murmur against his hand, as he feels your gummy walls spasm around his cock, his blue eyes roll back at how perfect you feel, how long he’s dreamed of this.

‘F-finally got you to shut up, hmm?’ He taunts you, normally you’d have something smart to say, but not as he’s overstimulating your little clit, pulling it away as you damn near collapse on the mattress, your thighs shaking, he wants to kiss you so bad, but you’re burying your face, arching your ass.

‘F-fuck you, Gojo- ah!’

The memories are so vivid Satoru can barely calm his thoughts, hearing you say his name in that irritated little voice, the one that drove him insane from day fucking one, the moment he’d met you. Prissy little thing with so much to prove, he thinks you still feel that way, which the biggest secret Satoru had for you had almost spilled on that last drunken night, the night he was inside you was…

He's always wanted you, not that he'd ever admit that however.

Ever.

“Is like three okay?” You're interrupting his thoughts now, as he clears his throat.

“Three rounds?”

You’re scowling at the phone as you question your life’s choices at this very moment. “Three o'clock, my god, for lunch.”

“Sounds good, it gives us time later, to… you know.” You glare at the phone, unbelievable, he’s ridiculous! 

“Time for what?” Satoru chuckles at your high pitched question.

“Don't be shy, sweets, no need to pretend. I remember it all in vivid detail, every little bit.” Your cheeks heat up, hand clutching the phone tightly, trying to calm yourself and focus.

“Just lunch, that’s all I’m asking you for. Sounds good?”

“Want me to pick you up in my-”

“No, I'll meet you. Okay um…. Bye.” You hang up, breath coming quickly, you couldn't just tell him on the damn phone, this needed to be in person.

The thought of his pretty yet annoying ass presence damn near makes your head spin… would he think it's all a joke? Some scam to get with him or get money?

You're fucking terrified, standing and staring in the mirror, rubbing your tummy and frowning as you do. A damn baby… Likely raising it alone, knowing Satoru all these years, partying, insane and so immature. Even on the phone, he’s so damn cocky and self sure, that this must absolutely be what you want, to have him, as if you are over here pining away.

The sex was amazing to put it lightly, and sure if he was a decent guy, and not a fucking ass of a man, you’d have done it again, but the walk of shame that morning had been the most embarrassing day of your life. His little smirk after you woke up, plump lips too damn glossy for his own good, yawning and stretching half naked, cock already hard as he’d tapped his lap.

‘Another round, sweets? Come to daddy.’

You scoff even at the memory, at the audacity of fuckboi Satoru Gojo, you had run out so quickly he hadn’t had a moment to speak, and you swore to yourself never, ever again. Who cared if his cock was so big it hit places you didn’t know existed, and who cared if you’ve never felt that way, fuck you wish he actually wasn’t as good at it as he was.

Perfect at everything, infuriatingly, even fucking.

You get a text from the guy you were currently at least flirting with a bit here and there, the one you suggested going on a date, and then it all starts to hit, you’re pregnant and quite likely going to be some single mom. You couldn’t just go on dates, everything is completely different, maybe forever truly.

“Twenty Two year old single mom.” You grumble, sighing a bit as you text him you’re busy.

Busy.

*****

Satoru waits nervously at the restaurant, he doesn’t really do dates, he usually spends his time in the bedroom with a girl then runs right off. Shit, he’s never even gone without a condom before you, but when you’d said hurry up and put it in, who the fuck was he to tell you no? Not only had it felt superb, he never wanted to leave that perfect pussy.

Of course you would have the most perfect pussy.

You had to be the best at everything, all the time, didn’t you? Always competing for that top spot, but Satoru always just barely got past you, that .01% of that GPA, winning every contest over you always by just a tiny bit. From the moment you glared up at him and crossed your arms, he knew it, he had to do everything he could to win against your cute little ass.

Here’s the thing… Satoru never hated you, but he loves to say he does, you both say you do, or… well, said. Considering you slept with him and didn’t say a single word after, it’s not like he’s hard to find, but each of you actively refused to add each other on socials, though Satoru will admit he stalks your IG, you’re too fucking pretty not to do so, not that he’d ever like a post.

Once he accidentally did, god he wanted to be like those pathetic simps in your comments, but he’s not that, he’s Satoru Gojo. Women come to him, women come easy too, you of course were never one to come near him in that way, no you’d look at him getting smacked in the face on campus with a grin, vowing to your friends that you’d never be one of his conquests.

That night, though, it was like he lost himself, the most stupid, corny shit Satoru could think of, that last night of his freedom before being forced to take over his family’s business. You and everyone probably thought he wanted to, but of course he fucking didn’t, he didn’t want a part of the Gojo corporation in any way, shape or form.

Satoru felt lost, honestly.

Self sure, confident, conceited clearly, talking far too much shit and laughing, picking on you every chance he got, showing up to all your sorority parties in various stages of undress to lure your friends to him. He’ll never forget him, Sukuna and Suguru crashing your ABC party, wearing nothing but cut open beer boxes, and you so happened to have some white claw box made bikini.

God you’d been sexy, but when he stole all the attention? Oh he’s never seen you more mad.

Well no, he has.

Gojo loved to make you mad, because you’re so damn cute when your nose scrunches up, when your pretty eyes narrow, there was nothing like your huffs as you would cross your arms and shift your hips just so. And if there was anything Gojo was absolutely perfect at, amongst well damn near everything, it was making you absolutely furious.

Finally Satoru sees you, dressed in this pretty blue summer dress that juts out just a bit at the waist, making his heart race for just a moment at how pretty you are. It’s not like he forgot… but god. Are your tits bigger he wonders, or is he just obsessed with them, as always, looking too hard. Your cheeks are this beautiful color, your eyes so bright, like… some damn glow about you.

How corny is he lately.

He puts on a smirk as he leans back, waving with his fingers to gesture you over, and you look at him so damn seriously, sitting across from him, hands entwined together in front of you on the table for a moment, as you eye him carefully. “Gojo, um… how are you?’

Who the fuck is this girl in your body!?

You don’t nervously ask shit, you tell Gojo to fuck off, you glare or scowl while he smirks, what’s this… shy ass shit? He frowns a bit now, you exhale and slide off your purse, letting it sit on the seat next to you, he can’t stop staring at your lips, clearly bitten to fucking hell.

He tries to feign that he’s fine, that he hasn’t missed you, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He missed your daily arguments on campus, he missed you being a total brat. He misses your scent, god that vanilla sugar body spray was haunting his very dream.

He acts as if he hadn’t died to hit you up, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t go that far, not with you, not with what you did to him, how you’ve damn near destroyed any game for himself any longer. That one night with you had sunk into him so deeply, he wishes it was just good pussy, and not whatever this was.

He’s jerked it off to you every fucking night since, to the point is damn dick doesn’t even work, he sure also wouldn’t admit that he can’t even fuck a girl because you were so good. Some evil witch that did something, it must be, he has at this point just given up trying, until whatever curse you gave him falls the fuck off.

But god you look good in front of him.

He should tell you, but instead he swipes a hand through his silky white locks and smirks right at you. “Missed me so badly, sweets?”

You roll your pretty eyes as the menu comes, smiling and thanking the hostess, a smile reserved for anyone in the world but him, even when he’d had you cumming all over him, you weren’t smiling. No, but you were drooling then.

‘Ah, look at you, so fuckin pathetic f’me, huh? Thought you hated me, sorority brat’ Satoru had huffed, as he’d fingered your cunt, curling inside of your slick walls, watching your pretty fucked out face. ‘Just from fingers?’

‘I do h-hate you- mnh!’ Your sparkly manicured nails dug into his broad shoulders as your tight walls convulsed around him, as he hit that spot that no man had ever found in a moment.

Perfect at everything, stupid Satoru.

‘Feel her, god she’s so desperate, huh?’

“Fuck you I- there, shit!’ you’d rolled your hips, grinding right on his hand, pussy drooling as you came from his fingers before he’d even put his cock inside you, and Satoru’s cock was leaking against his boxers, twitching as he pictures how perfect you’d felt around him. ‘Fuck you for being so g-good at that!’

‘Oh, I’ll fuck you, sweetheart.’ He’d turned you then, whispering a ‘bend over, just like that, gonna be a big stretch, hmm?’

Satoru struggles to calm his memory, focusing on that sexy mouth of yours moving, realizing words are coming out of them, blinking to focus.

“How are you doing, Gojo?” You ask softly, always Gojo, you never called him Satoru, and he always called you sweets, short stuff, your last name, also never your first.

But he wanted to call you a lot of things, one of them being-

Stop that Satoru.

“I’m doing great, of course, miss me so much?” He teases, winking at you and sipping on the sickeningly sweet Shirley temple he’d had them buy, you just grab a water, hand flitting to your tummy for a moment. “You’re not sick are you?”

“No, not sick just… yeah we needed to talk. Is that okay?”

Satoru leans forward, raising a thin white brow. “You seem weird, everything okay?”

“Well… shit. I guess I’ll just say this. Um…” You tuck your hair behind your ear, looking out the window at the bustling city for a moment, before looking back at him. “Remember that night?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do all this to have a repeat.” His hand comes to your thigh, and that’s when you curse this pregnancy, because your nipples tighten, your cunt gets hot and wet from that.

Fuck hormones.

You take a breath, glaring as you always do at Satoru, the only time you never had was when he’s had your face with a slutty O for your mouth, your eyes rolled back, nails gripping those sheets. You shove his hand off, hoping he couldn’t feel your heat that quickly, as your body responds stupidly in a damn sushi restaurant.

“It’s not that, it’s important. Can you ever be serious in your life!?” You say quietly, and it’s his turn to glare, taking his hand back, sipping his drink again.

“Well just spit it out. What is all this, then?”

“It’s… I… You…” Shit, if ever you needed a drink it was now, and you damn sure wouldn’t have one for a good six months or more.

“It’s… I…. You…” He mocks, and you stand then, so furious your heart is racing, snatching up your purse.

“Never mind, I should have known you’re-”

“Shit, just sit. Sorry. Okay?” He grips your delicate wrist in his big hand, and even that is wrecking you, against your better judgement and everything you feel. “I’m sorry, it seems… serious. Just sit down and spit it out.”

You sit back down now, shifting as you both make your orders, a thankful distraction. As the waitress leaves, you sigh. “I don’t want anything from you, first off, so don’t think that.”

“What?” He blinks in confusion.

“I don’t need help, I can do it myself.”

“Do what!?”

“But you have to know… it’s the right thing to do, to tell you.” You look up at the ceiling, gathering your thoughts.

“Is this… are you in love with me, because of how good it was? Shit, that’s okay baby, everyone-”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What!?” You just sit there, seriously staring, as he blinks, looking at fuller breasts, your damn glow, thinking of every dumb thing he’s heard. “You’re… by who?” He whispers, and you flush then, shifting in your seat, sipping more of your water, condensation cool on your hot palm, your skin is burning, heart is racing.

“I was on the pill, religiously, I swear, I never missed one. Shit, until I found out I never missed… I… never would have done it like we did if I knew.” You feel sick as he gapes at you, his pretty blue eyes bulging out damn near, his mouth dropped open. “I expect no help, no involvement, we’re young. I just-”

“This a joke, right?” You take another breath, hand gripping the glass, eyeing those around you all, engulfed in conversations.

“It’s not a joke.” He’s laughing now, smacking his thigh, and your jaw tenses as he does.

“It’s you and your damn friends, someone recording!? Hah-”

“It’s not a joke.” You clear your throat now, leaning in your purse and pulling out the papers, with your name, the results, watching his expression shift, brows drawing low, his jaw tense. “It’s only been you, no one else for an entire year.”

“A whole year?” He eyes you again, and you flush under his gaze, as his hands shake, hands you’ve never seen shake, hands that dribble basketballs, that tossed footballs, all with ease.

Hands that…

Fuck, don’t think of it.

“I’m not… I was too busy.” Besting Gojo, competing with Gojo, you had no time for shit with him, your anger at him shone so brightly it was hard to think about men. “As I said, you don’t need to pay for anything, this isn’t that conversation, this is just me letting you know. I’m keeping it.”

Satoru continues to blink at you, staring open mouthed, at your face, then your body, then back to your face, over and over, while the waitress brings out the food, smiling curiously at the two of you. Satoru doesn’t make a move to touch his food, running his hand through his now messy white locks again, as his mind spins.

“I know you’re wealthy, I don’t want you thinking I want some piece of it. I’ll take care of them alone, please don’t worry.” You touch your tummy, the motion making Satoru fucking feral in some way he can’t put together, just continuing to stare at you in utter shock as the sushi sits in front of the two of you. “I can leave, now, we don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” He murmurs finally, voice hoarse.

“Act like we are civil, act like we’re anything but college enemies, fucking rivals, not even friends. God I know you hate me, I know this was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” He whispers.

“Yes, for both of us. You don’t deserve your life uprooted, sure I can’t stand you, but this is my fuck up. I said those words…”

‘Cum in me, f-fucking cum in me, mnh…’ you’d arched your back, as his long fingers wrapped your throat, god he’d never felt anything like you.

‘Want me to fill your pussy s’good, huh lil brat?’ you just whine, muscles clenching on his cock, and he’d groaned in your ear then, shoving deep inside your drooly cunt. ‘Beg for it, then’

Oh, you had.

You hated him for it.

“It’s my fault, so don’t worry. But I wanted to be transparent, but I am… indeed, pregnant.”

“Pregnant, like, with a baby?” Satoru whispers, and You giggle then, for the first time since you found out, covering your mouth just a bit as he just stares.

“Yeah, a baby.”

“Mine…” His words send something through the both of you.

“Yours, but only if you want to be involved. I know it was a hate fuck, we’re young, we have lives-”

“You got a… like that scan shit set up?”

“Ultrasound?” He nods, nervously, hands clenching the table so hard you see the veins popping up through his thin skin. “I do, next week. I mean it is a couple months already, so I will see something, not like… the sex but…”

“Can I go?”

You blink in shock now. “You want to?”

“Yeah. I mean… why wouldn’t I?” He rubs the back of his neck, as the life he thought, the mundane one of following his damn family, of being a pawn in a bigger scheme, everything flashes.

It changes.

He’s scared shitless, but…

“I want to be involved. If you want me to be.” You blink back tears, but you fail, and if it’s one thing, Satoru Gojo has never seen his preppy ass Sorority rival cry, not fucking once.

He falters as those tears run down your cheeks, he leans over, hesitantly, the only physical contact aside from that fateful night was him shoving at you teasingly, or you smacking at him. Shit you all hadn’t hugged, you never even kissed aside from that night, sloppy and messy. But he doesn’t stop, until his thumb brushes your cheek, and you gasp.

“Shit I’m crying. Stupid hormones.” You huff now, swiping at your own eyes with shaky little hands. “You really wanna go?”

“Yeah if it’s cool?”

Satoru’s shocking you, the world tilts on its axis, like you’re having some insane dream. This can’t be real, can it? It’s fuckboi, frat boy Gojo, the man who goes through girls like they’re candy, the man who takes nothing serious, who has the world handed to him.

“Gojo, if you want to go of course you can, to any and all appointments, but you’re under no obligation, and please know I can cover the costs.”

“I know you’d never take my money, shit even if I offered, stubborn ass little brat that you are.” You manage a breathless giggle, the second one, realizing he is still brushing that thumb against your cheek, before he clears his throat. “So, tell me what day, I'll be there.”

“Yeah, are you sure? It will make it so… real, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Now eat your cooked sushi, aren’t you like eating for two or some shit?”

You take your chopsticks with a shaky hand, exhaling. “I was reading, I think they are like the size of a pea maybe. But, this is yummy looking.”

“Gonna be a huge ass baby, shit.”

“Oh god!” You eye his lanky body, and he’s grinning, Satoru is grinning!? Shocking you further.

Maybe you don’t know him like you think?

“Tits are gonna get so big.”

Never mind.

*****

“An ultrasound!? A baby? Fuck…” Suguru Geto inhales the blunt, sucking the smoke into his lungs as Satoru nervously paces Sukuna and Suguru’s apartment, Satoru chose to live in his own place, closer to work. But he frequently gets shitfaced and crashes out at their place.

“Sounds fucking insane, shit.” Sukuna chuckles, as he’s hitting a bong, inhaling and exhaling, broad shoulders shaking as he coughs. “You look like you could use a hit or something.

“Before the ultrasound? Shit I need more than weed. I’m freaking the fuck out right now.”

“Imagine you as a dad though hah!” Sukuna smacks his thigh, as Satoru glares now, stopping his pacing while the music plays, the same music Satoru remembers doing keg stands and playing beer pong in togas to, only to now have the possibility of being responsible for a whole human being.

“Can’t even keep a plant alive, shit.” Suguru says in between laughs, and Satoru raises a white brow at the two of them on the couch.

“You two are so supportive.”

“Well shit, she said you don’t have to be involved, you can always just like… send money and shit? Do you really want a whole kid?” Sukuna asks, and Satoru takes a breath, pacing once more as he runs hands through disheveled hair over and over.

“Do I want a whole kid, no, I never even… I mean I figured eventually, as the Gojo heir, blah blah blah.” Satoru slumps in a nearby recliner, as Suguru hands him the blunt, frowning a bit now.

“You do need a hit. You’re young, it’s not time to give your family fuckin’ heirs yet, is it?”

“They’d probably be delighted.” Satoru rolls those cerulean eyes, inhaling the smoke into his lungs and leaning back, staring up at the ceiling, as the black fans above them swirl, moving the puffy clouds of smoke all around. His nostrils fill with the scent of the Sativa, wishing he could make sense of his thoughts. “Not delighted that it’s out of wedlock and unplanned.”

“Imagine her marrying you.” Sukuna and Suguru laugh loudly again, as Satoru hits the blunt again, not passing it.

“The fucks that mean?”

“She hates you. God I think more than anyone.” Suguru says, and Satoru smirks just a bit.

“She sure didn’t hate this dick.”

“Oh!” He’s slapping hands with his friends as Sukuna and Suguru start to make the most obscene gestures, while you call, and he shushes them quickly, trying to compose himself.

“Hello?”

“Gojo, hey. Um, ultrasound is in an hour, I’m heading out soon if you want to meet up?”

“Why don’t I have my driver pick you up?” He asks, and Suguru and Sukuna continue the gestures, making Satoru snort in laughter, the weed starting to enter his bloodstream.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just thought it would be more convenient in this traffic.” He shoots a wink at his friends.

“I mean… sure?” Satoru mouths yes, pumping his fist, clearing his throat now.

“It’ll be easier this way, alright send me your addy I’ll head out.”

“All right.” You just hang up, such a rude little thing. Satoru has changed your name to Sorority Brat in his phone for a good reason.

“What are you gonna do though, man?” Suguru murmurs thoughtfully, his dark violet eyes narrowed, clearly blitzed. “Gonna like… be with her?”

“Could cum in her whenever now.” Sukuna bursts out in laughter as Satoru glares at the two of them.

“Grow up…” They blink at him, then Satoru grins wide. “Nah, that would be a perk, because her pussy my god.”

They both scooch up, elbows on their thighs, avidly staring at Satoru now. “Details, man, it’s like the one girl you never told us about?” Sukuna asks.

“Because you’re in love.”

“Pshh, in love!?”

“Haven’t seen you with anyone since.” Suguru earns Satoru’s middle finger, as he puts out the blunt, stretching and earning their pouts.

“Bet she’s so good, though, all angry and shit, bet she’s a freak.” Satoru doesn’t even know if you’re a freak necessarily, but as Suguru agrees, he glares at them both, crossing his arms.

“This has been the worst pep talk in fucking history.”

“Shit, what’s your decision?” Suguru asks, and Satoru’s mind races, peeking at his watch now.

“I think I’ll make it when I like… see it?”

“Alright big Daddy, then if you decide to be involved we’ll be like… their uncles and shit.” Suguru says, and Satoru grimaces.

“God no, you’ll ruin my kid.”

“Fuck off now.” Sukuna starts hitting his blunt again, Satoru walks out away from them and spritzes cologne all along himself, he knows your prissy self never smoked weed, no you were a little goodie goodie. He thinks the only time he saw you drink was a little at parties, but never like that last night.

He remembers just looking at you asleep when he’d woken up, and the tenderness he felt when he had brushed your hair off your pretty face, and you’d stirred a bit. For a moment he felt his heart hammer in his chest, stone cold sober, seeing the bite marks he’d left on your delicate skin, feeling affection like he couldn’t describe, Satoru never felt that way.

He didn’t cuddle, he didn’t linger.

He ran out before they could wake up, he ran out like you did to him, perhaps he was a little nicer about it, though, you’d given no fucks when you darted out the damn door in a hurry. He had acted cocky though, full on hard just by the damn thought of your slick sticking to his cock, but instead of perhaps kissing you, he’d patted his lap and been a little shit.

He hated the recognition on your face, like he’d been a mistake, so he decided to shove you out of his brain, though he clearly failed.

Jogging down the stairs, he has his driver sent in your direction, and you get the text he’s there, stepping out in front of your little house, cute Satoru thinks, it’s small but it’s immaculate from the exterior. You have pink flowers and succulents all over the front of it when he steps out, eyeing your pretty dress, nerves starting to eat at him, but he puts on an easy smile.

“Ready to go see this little parasyte?’

“A what!?”

“Technically, it sort of is. Right, you’re like its host.” Your mouth is wide open, as you touch your tummy, and he curses. “Shit…”

“A parasyte, you’re calling our… I mean I guess my… the baby a-”

“I’m sure it’s a cute parasyte? It has a pretty host.” Satoru tries to put on the charm, the smolder, as you stare at him in shock.

Was it shocking, this was Gojo.

“Dear God.”

How’d you end up pregnant with this idiot’s baby?!

You slide into the car as you shake your head, and he covers his face, grimacing as he realizes he just told his… god what even were you, a baby mama!? That his baby was a… parasyte. Well, it is, and Satoru would typically just argue with you and let you know he’s correct and you’re wrong, but he keeps quiet, feeling you seething.

“Fire signs.” He mumbles, you look at him again.

“What?”

“You’re a fire sign, it’s why you’re so feisty. I am too, you know.” You relax just a bit, curiously.

“You believe in astrology?” You ask in shock, for as long as you’ve known Satoru Gojo, the two of you don’t really know each other.

“Baby I’m the most Saggitarius man there is.” You giggle again, fuck that’s three giggles Satgoru has counted, and how it lights up your already glowing makes him ache for you, suddenly realizing one of his long legs is brushing against you. Your warmth alone makes him throb, the vanilla sugar filling the space in the car.

“You certainly are the epitome of a Saggitarius. Don’t call me feisty, yuck.” You shove at him playfully almost, pausing a bit when you realize his body feels far too good against yours.

You may or may not have masturbated last night, and he may or may not have popped in your head, over and over. But, don’t worry, because Satoru has spent months jerking his thick length to the thought of you, not that either of you would admit that it may or may not have happened.

“This baby would be a fire sign.” You murmur then, letting your hand fall, and nervously fidgeting, Gojo’s long limbs take over so much of the car, as big as it is, Gojo’s always taken over everything, even apparently your senses.

“Would it?” He asks quietly, for once just a little serious it seems.

“Yeah, an Aries if it comes when it should.”

“So it’ll be a brat like you.”

“Psh, like you.” You roll your eyes, and the two of you fall into a bit of a silence, so much unspoken between you. “Do you know if…”

“That’s why I want to see. Make it real?”

You actually nod in understanding, surprising him then. “I get it.”

The ultrasound tech is rolling the wand over cold gel soon, as you’re embarrassingly propped up with your feet in stirrups, and Satoru stands to the side, glaring at the man who’s inserting this wand in you. He gets angry that he’s getting such a view, he doesn’t even think he saw you that much.

What he remembers…

Your pussy is very pretty.

You wince a bit as the doctor smiles up at you. “Tight muscles, huh?”

Satoru snorts in laughter, and you glare. “What!?”

“You are so tight.”

“Gojo!” You glare, and even the doctor laughs, also earning your scowl, which makes them both sober up.

“Sorry, Miss. Alright… relax, would you?” How do you relax as a doctor is shoving a wand in your coochie and your enemy, who got you pregnant somehow, is turning red holding in his lewd thoughts!? “Look at the screen.”

You and Satoru both look over now, your breath catches then, as does his, when the doctor begins to tap keys on the keyboard, and you hear it for the first time, this little… heartbeat. It’s a heartbeat.

“There it is, congratulations you two. About… ten weeks?” You’re enamored as you stare at the screen, and he moves the wand inside you. “Look there, that’s the little baby.”

Baby.

A baby.

It’s all real.

Satoru’s completely silent as tears fill your eyes, a myriad of emotions, some that you’re so connected already to a little peanut inside you, some that you don’t know how you’ll do this, some of your life. How will it alter, how will it go, what will people think… and what does the man next to you think? What will he do!?

But overwhelmingly as you feel yourself begin to cry, and the screen turns off, you feel warmth spread, touching your tummy in wonder, there’s a damn baby in your body. Your baby. Something you never considered or thought of, you figured much, much later in life, not now.

And you’d likely be…

Alone in this.

“I’ll go get a picture printed for you two.” The doctor smiles kindly, as you’re left alone, with a for once silent Satoru Gojo.

You hesitate to look at him, a stunned expression on his face as you sit up, closing your legs and biting your lower lip, he finally looks at you and exhales, seeing your tear streaked cheeks. A girl he never knew to cry or giggle has done both, and a man you never thought to be serious or quiet… was.

“Satoru um…”

“Satoru?” He asks quietly, and you flush.

“Sorry…”

“No, I don’t mind, just… crazy. This is crazy. There’s a whole life inside you!? And we made it?” You sigh, nodding then, and he shocks you as he leans down, as you’re sitting in the bed, coming so close to you, eyes swirling storms of emotions.

“You can back out now, it’s okay. I won’t put this on you, keeping it is an insane idea but… it feels right to me?” He tilts your chin up, leaning closer, to where you can taste the sweetness of his breath, as your heart pounds right in your chest. “But if you’re backing out, do it now, it will hurt… fuck it will hurt more if you get too involved, okay? Do it now.”

“I’m not backing out of shit.” You gasp, and he exhales, wiping your tears away. “We both did this. I’ll not live in some world knowing my baby is raised with no help of mine in any way, fuck that.”

“But you-”

“I get it, we… aren’t… together. But in this I will be.”

“Satoru, I think I may have a cardiac arrest  before I get this baby out.” You sniffle and he smirks a bit.

“So unbelievable that I’d want to?”

“Yes. The Gojo I know…”

“You may not know me as well as you think. And maybe I don’t know you that much… aside from I agree about that tight-”

“I swear!” You shove at him, as he snorts in laughter, still a little shit, as they bring in two pictures, and Satoru takes one thoughtfully.

“That’s it, huh?” He tilts his head curiously. “Looks like me.”

“It looks like nothing yet, what?” You’re taking tissue and cleaning up a bit, as they give you privacy to pull back on your panties, but Satoru gives you no privacy, just looking. “You could turn?”

“Why, that’s one benefit you know.”

“What?”

“Could fuck any time, cum inside whenever.”

“Oh you wish.” You shove at his chest, and he’s grinning and wiggling his brows, grabbing your waist, pulling you against him.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Shut it.” Yes.

“Sex is good for pregnancy.”

“You’re so full of shit! I can’t with you. Rizzing me up at a gyno?”

“Perfect place, see that doctor, he wants a piece.”

“You’re so dumb, I swear.” You look at the picture then, thumb brushing against the baby’s… maybe it’s a face?

“Are we gonna live together?”

“I mean… what?” You eye him in shock.

“When the baby’s here.”

“No, we don’t have to do all that, we live close. Can you imagine us living together, we’d kill each other.” He envisions it, the fights surely but… the sex, and seeing you in the morning?

“Or fuck. Alot.”

“That’s how this happened.” You mumble, and soon you’re back home, and trying to ignore your body’s insane responses while he stands on your porch, looking far too fucking sexy. “Thank you for being there.”

“You thanking me? the world is ending.”

“Hush. I appreciate this, you standing by me. You don’t have to.”

“I… want to. Um, what will we say?”

You bite your lip more, until he gently takes it out from under your top row of teeth, brushing against the indentations. “We could say we’re together, if you don’t mind, dating I guess? My parents would trip if they knew it’s like…”

“Same. My parents would be happy for a Gojo heir though.” You hear it, the surprising resentment in his voice.

There’s a lot you don’t know.

“Well, I can act like I like you for them if you want.” You tease, and he leans against your doorway, so fucking tall, just looming over you, and you have to clench your hands not to give in to the temptation of touching him.

“Act like you like me- you?”

“I could! If you could act like you like me, in front of my family.”

“How will we explain the whole not living together thing?”

“It’s new, it’s 2025 Gojo, not 1810. We’ll be okay. You're so old school huh, gonna marry me?”

“You’d leave me at the altar.” You both laugh again, as he straightens up now. “Alright, so when should we tell them?”

“When you want to. So work on those acting skills. I’ll set up brunch with mine, you set up dinner with yours?”

“Sounds good. Alright don’t miss Daddy too much.” You snort and roll your eyes, turning away now.

“Daddy? Whatever.”

Satoru presses you against the door, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing a hand gently on your tummy, splaying the expanse of it with long fingers, as your breath comes quicker and quicker. “Could swear you called me daddy when I beat up that pretty pussy hmm?”

You falter, whining softly, hating your body’s reaction, scowling right up at him, your hand on your doorknob, while this tall ass of a man makes your body light up. “Never called you daddy, no way.” Your voice is a pathetic whisper, why does he do this to you, you want to arch into his damn touch, press against his length, to the point you make yourself stiffen.

“Oh? Must have been the liquor.” He caresses your face, leaning so close you wildly think he’ll kiss you, and you know damn well you can’t handle that, not with your pussy soaking your damn panties just from this.

You hate Satoru Gojo, and he hates you.

This is… because you both are having a baby.

Right?

“It must have been.”

“Ah, I see. Good night, then sweetheart.” He leans his lips up, kissing the top of your head, a gesture so oddly sweet it doesn’t even fit him. “Text me the details, Sorority brat.”

“Sure will, Frat boy.” He sticks his tongue out as you do, walking in and leaning against the door, overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne, the feel of his hands, the memories that surfaced. You slide down it slowly, burying your face in your hands, as your body trembles with this insane need.

Shit. A baby with your enemy?

A baby with Frat Boy Gojo?

Faking that you like him, would it really be that fake?

Satoru’s leaning against it too, for just a moment, trying to compose himself… finally he’s in the back of the car again, as his driver looks  in the rearview mirror curiously, tired eyes focusing as Satoru looks at the picture again. The little peanut that’s apparently a…

A baby.

With his enemy.

An enemy he really wants to be inside again.

“Everything alright, Mr. Gojo?” Kiyotaka asks, Satoru runs a hand through his hair now, leaning back in his seat as he peers out the dark tinted windows.

“I’m having… a baby with a girl who hates me.”

“Why does she hate you?” Kiyotaka asks, driving off, as Satoru chuckles just a bit, remembering bits and pieces of college, out of order, out of sync.

“Because honestly, I was kind of a complete dick to her?”

“That’s… oddly self observant.”

“You saying I’m a dick to you?”

“No Mr. Gojo!”

“I’m kidding, relax.” Kiyotaka’s tense shoulders relax when Satoru leans forward, hand on his shoulder through the little divider that’s opened. “Do you know shit about kids at all?”

“I have nephews, they’re pretty good kids. But babies, not really.”

“I could ask my parents but they basically had nannies raise me.”

“Many nannies, I heard.”

“Well, I was a menace to be honest. Where do I learn about these… things?”

“Babies?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I think there are books?”

“Hmm.” Satoru pulls out his phone then.

Fratboy Gojo🙄(yes that’s his name in your phone now, no you’re not sorry): Should I order us baby books?

Sorority Brat💦😻(of course that’s your name in his phone): Yes, if you want to? That would be good. Thank you… for today.

Fratboy Gojo🙄: Two thank yous!? That baby is making you a mush.

Sorority Brat💦😻: Whatever!

Satoru snorts then, but when you’re in your bed later that night, nibbling on a bag of hot cheetos that have been screaming at you all day, how is that your first craving!? He writes to you again, and you pick your phone up with your clean hand, sans hot cheeto dust, rolling your eyes.

Fratboy Gojo🙄: Need some nudes for your spank bank?

You’re gonna kill him.

Sorority Brat 💦😻: Good night, Gojo.

Satoru frowns, because his dick is already in his hand, but for a moment you think about it, and would it be so bad to-

No, no no.

You aggressively eat those hot cheetos, wondering just what you were in for with that damn boy in your life now, shit forever.

“Fuck.” You’ll never drink again.

I say four parts but I feel like this is gonna be long aha, bc god Gojo is a lil shithead hehe (as I like him) this just a teensy bit similar to the Knocked Up movie premise so expect a LOT of humor here! <3

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Recommend this story a lot! Author already posted ch4 so hurry go and read!

gojo satoru x reader / college au

↠ 'kickoff' ch.1 gojo satoru sent you a message

☆ pairing: college au - soccer boy! gojo x film major! reader (f)

(note: lots of other jjk characters are included)

☆ summary: Gojo Satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. He's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. But he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. But when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

☆ warnings/tags: 18+, fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, gojo being an idiot

☆ chapter: 1/? (probably 12)

☆ words: 1,321 (short one to start off, but the rest are longer)

a/n: welcome to this pilot chapter! this was originally going to be a one-shot but i got way too carried away and i ended up planning out a whole series. i hope you enjoy!

|| 2:13AM Gojo Satoru has requested to follow you

You blink the sleepiness in your eyes away as the harsh light of your phone hits your face. Somewhere in the middle of the crazy dream you were having, you heard your phone incessantly pinging and eventually woke you up to make you realize you forgot to turn the ringer off before going to sleep. Among all the spam email, iCloud storage warnings, and news headliners, there was one notification in particular that had you wondering if you were still dreaming.

“Ugh…y/n, please, turn your phone off,” you heard your roommate Mina mumble in the twin sized bed at the other end of the room as she shuffled her pillow above her head so that it covered both of her ears. You glance out the window of your shared apartment, peering at the pale moonlight, before your tired and heavy eyes travel back to your phone and press on the Instagram notification.

Suspecting this was maybe some prank account, you clicked on the small icon in your inbox that took you to a profile page. Gojo Satoru, Senior at University of Tokyo, Business Major, D1 Soccer #10, SAE. 12k followers, 172 following, 38 posts. 

Still thinking you’re dreaming, you accept the follow request and watch as the number on his following increases by one, now 173. Your thumb swipes up on your phone as you take in the square images of his profile. Pictures of him and his friends recreating memes…food that he’s eaten recently…frequent vacation posts in exotic countries…and a whole lot of what seemed to be professionally taken soccer photos of him striking goals and hitting balls with his head in mid air. You have put a lot of effort into your own Instagram photos (despite your modest 464 followers), mostly posting compilation slideshows of your favorite film photos that you’ve taken recently, yet somehow his feed looks much more inviting than yours.

You turn onto your side and continue to click through his photos. 624 comments, 373 comments, 958 comments. Many were from his friends trying to embarrass him, and many others were from girls that probably wanted him to notice them. You noticed he only really replied to comments from his friends. 

You knew who he was, of course. Gojo Satoru was one of the most, if not the most, popular guys on your college campus. When you got to college, you thought the whole “social hierarchy” thing would be over but it still seemed like there were certain groups of people that almost everyone knew about, "elite" individuals who other students could only dream of associating with. At UTokyo, the fraternities and sororities practically owned the place so of course Gojo was well-known since he was a member of the school’s most iconic frat, SAE. Not to mention, the school adored its soccer team–undefeated since 2012–and Gojo Satoru was the most talented forward the division had seen in years. 

But as for why he requested to follow you, a film major that doesn’t play any sports and isn’t even in a sorority, well you’re just not sure. 

It’s then when you get yet another notification. 

“Oh my god, y/n, turn it off!” Mina mumbles into her mattress. You click the side button to turn off the ringer. 

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru sent you a message 

Your heart starts to beat a bit faster as you quickly slide to your DMs page. You notice three unread conversations from a few of your friends, probably from when they decided to send you their entire explore page, and then you see a little (1) next to your message requests box. When you open it, you see his icon in your inbox. It’s a simple picture of him in his soccer jersey, his smile wide as one of his team members who was mostly cropped out of the photo seemed to be putting him in a headlock. You see the first few words of the message.

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weir…

You’re about to click on it when you stop yourself. It was really late at night and you didn’t know if you wanted to entertain a conversation with this man you knew literally nothing about (at least on a personal level) and weren’t even sure why he was messaging you in the first place. Plus, he would see that you’ve read it and so you would feel anxious to respond. But there was no way to see his full message unless you opened it. Even though you considered this to be weirdly intimate since it was a message sent at two in the morning, you figured that was probably normal for the likes of people like Gojo Satoru, who probably were out drinking and partying until five in the morning every night, regardless of any 8AM lectures or not. 

But unfortunately, curiosity always kills the cat (that’s the expression, right?) and so you click on his message. 

|| 2:24AM Gojo Satoru: Hey, sorry if this is weird…I don’t think we’ve ever met before, but my buddy’s really into your roommate, and he’s tried to invite her out to our frat’s house parties but he’s had no luck. Think you could convince her to come this weekend? You’re welcome to come too, of course

You blink in surprise before rolling your eyes, not entirely sure why you were expecting any different. Maybe Mina wasn’t budging on his friend’s advances because she wants to be asked out on an actual date, and not to some house party. But you figured frat guys wouldn’t really understand that. Besides, how did he know that you were her roommate? You’re just about to type a response when you see three little dots in the left side corner, indicating he was typing, and you hold your breath.

|| 2:27AM Gojo Satoru: Here are the details

And then he sends you a post from what looks like his fraternity’s Instagram page. There’s an address, a time, the name of the DJ and girls get in free bolded at the top. You realize you’ve never even been invited to a fraternity’s house party until this very moment. 

You briefly consider not responding to him and just setting your phone back down on your nightstand, rolling over, and falling asleep. But you find your fingers moving on their own to type.

|| 2:31AM You: you’re messaging me to help your friend get with my roommate?

There’s an uncomfortable two minutes where there’s no response from him and for some reason your anxiety is through the roof. You remember the countless times you’ve heard people describe Gojo Satoru in passing: there’s just something about him that demands your attention. 

His notification pops up at the top of the Instagram app when you were scrolling through reels to distract yourself and you accidentally clicked on it too fast. 

|| 2:33AM Gojo Satoru: Uh, yeah? 

You sigh as you ponder the proposition. You don’t even know for sure why Mina wasn’t really responding to his friend’s advances, maybe the guy was a creep or just not her type. And even if she was somewhat interested in him, she’s already refused to go to any of their frat’s house parties, so how would you be able to persuade her? 

You finally convince yourself you’ve had enough of Gojo’s messages for the night and you’ll choose whether or not you want to revisit the topic again in the morning, until another message flashes across your screen.

|| 2:38AM Gojo Satoru: What can I do to get you to convince her to come this weekend?

You bite down on your lip at his question, and an idea flashes through your mind.

|| 2:40AM You: i’ll find a way to convince her. my terms and conditions will come later

He responds in a second.

|| 2:40AM Gojo Satoru: Deal 

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a/n: thank you for reading! i also post this story over on AO3, if you're more into that format, but i just wanted to start posting it over here on tumblr too. hope to see you in the next one!

[gojosoups]

Best Friends Don't Fuck Like We Do

cw: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, fratboy gojo, best friend gojo, college au, fraternities, f! reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, not proof read <3

a/n: I have a clincial neuropsychology midterm tmr and instead of studying for that, I wrote this <33 edit: let's pretend it said group project instead of group assignment since the beginning 😭😭😭😭😭

Best friend!Gojo Satoru who’s absolutely addicted to the sight, taste, and smell of your pussy. His nose buried between your pretty wet lips, sniffing you like a nasty dog, before lapping eagerly at your sweet folds.

Your legs thrown over your best friend's shoulders, folded in half on his bed as he licks away at your sweet nectar, loudly gulping your juices while his skilled fingers rub fast circles on your engrossed clit.

Your poor pussy weeping as he devours you, making a mess out of you in his stupid frat house. Maybe it was a bad idea to pair up with your best friend for a group project, papers and pens hastily thrown onto the floor and long-forgotten as Satoru keeps your mouth and pussy busy.

Each flick of his tongue makes you want to close your thighs (if that's even possible, considering the bruising grip he has on them), your fingers tugging at his hair, wanting to push him away but also to pull him closer and suffocate him between your thighs.

With each thrust of his tongue, he grinds his weeping, twitching cock against the mattress, the bed creaking as he eats you out sloppily, licking away at your slippery wet folds.

Replacing his thumb with his nose, he grinds his face against your pussy. Nose playing with your sensitive clit, making you arch your back and raise your hips higher in his hold, wanting to run away from the euphoric pleasure as each thrust of his tongue inside your warm walls brings you closer to your orgasm.

A sob tears through your throat as his lips latch onto your clit, replacing his thumb as he sucks eagerly at your sensitive bud. Spraying him in your juices and coating his face with your essence, you only further encourage him to drink you up, to clean you up faster.

With a satisfied groan, he releases your trembling legs from his hold, letting your legs pathetically fall onto the bed as he climbs over your naked form. His chin and lips covered in your juices as he grins, pulling you into a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself before going again for another round. 

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

[reiyaus]

fem reader intended | pt 2

fratboy! gojo who's basically the typical fraternity student. passing all his classes yet still hosting a party any chance he gets.

fratboy! gojo who rejected the position of frat president, instead handing it off to his friend Nanami. claiming that if he were to lead something so big, he'd lose all the freedom he has.

fratboy! gojo who hooks up with some sororities every now and then, never taking their moments to heart. it gives him the reputation of a playboy but it didn't really matter to him.

fratboy! gojo who doesn't really remember the faces of every girl he spent the night with, often ignoring them in the halls whenever.

fratboy! gojo who hosts another part after finals to celebrate, inviting your friend over, who ends up bringing you as a plus one.

fratboy! gojo who doesn't notice you at first or bother to even look at you, a regular college student with no affiliations to any sorority/fraternity.

fratboy! gojo who runs into the sight of you leeching onto your (very drunk) friend, face buried onto your phone. but what really caught his attention was the sound coming from your device.

fratboy! gojo who sneakily tried peaking over your shoulder and gasped when his suspicions were confirmed: you were watching pokemon card unboxings. his favorite thing in the world, on top of partying.

fratboy! gojo who immediately struck up a conversation with you, not noticing how shocked you looked at the fact that someone this popular noticed you. not that you minded though.

fratboy! gojo who opened up his phone and started bombarding you with pictures of his own card collection. until you opened up about how you knew almost nothing about pokemon, and only watched out of boredom.

fratboy! gojo who takes this as an opportunity to start teaching you the basics of card trading, unconsciously inching closer to you everytime he hears your laughter.

fratboy! gojo who doesn't even realize that this is the first time he's gone without flirting with a girl- but instead bonding over shared interests.

fratboy! gojo who ends up asking for your number, only for the "sake of continuing your conversation". and he means it, he's actually excited about speaking to you more. not just to hook up.

fratboy! gojo who ends the night with a new friend, and blossoming love over pokemon cards. he might even start throwing less parties just to see you.

a/n: part two for this.... maybe?

update! im not adding anymore people into the tl

[unknownmads]

i’m so obsessed with the idea of Frat guy/popular Gojo and Weird girl Y/n.

Y/n who’s a little rough around the edges but actually really kind.

Y/n who has dyed hair and eccentric style,

Y/n who doesn’t take bullshit

Y/n whose music is a bit out there or odd.

And Frat Boy gojo who is absolutely Smitten by her. falling in love with her style and attitude alike.

Frat Boy gojo who saw her getting harassed at one of his Fraternity’s parties and was about to step in when she was already was a step ahead of him. The guy bothering her having tried to grab her ass under her skirt y/n quickly turning around slapping him so hard it Gojo winced at the sight. Then she cussed the man out about manners before storming off. He never got her name but he knew how badly he wanted her since that night.

Frat Boy Gojo who spent the rest of the night trying to find Y/n only to find out she left not long after the incident. Sighing as he spends the rest of the night trying to find out her name.

Frat Boy Gojo who now sees her everywhere, always managing to spot her around campus on her way to class she’s all he can see. Who spends half his time stalking her socials shamelessly following her impatiently waiting for her follow back.

Frat Boy Gojo who asks everyone he can about Y/n needing to know all he can about her.

Frat Boy Gojo whose heart starts to race when he gets the notification that she followed him back. Liking a few of his posts along the way.

Frat Boy Gojo who feels as if the universe is on his side when he spots Y/n in the campus cafe on her computer mindlessly sipping her drink. The big Window she’s seated in giving him a full view of her outfit that day. Quickly making his way to the Cafe and ordering a drink of his and walking to your table and speaking sweetly with his signature charming smile.

“Hey is this seat taken?”

Frat Boy Gojo who swears he’s going to faint when you finally look up at him a sweet smile on your face as you speak to him in a quiet voice. Who almost bursts out laughing as he remembers the night he first saw you mentally laughing at the switch.

“oh no it’s not. go ahead”

Frat Boy Gojo who spends the rest of his time in the cafe chatting with you trying to make you smile and laugh.

Frat Boy Gojo who mentally signs away his old life as he hears you laugh at his cheesy flirting and puns. His heart racing out of his chest the entire time he speaks to you. You’re sarcastic come backs matching his puns. He’s already married and has two kids with you in his mind at this point.

Weird Girl Y/n who is a little shocked when Satoru gojo follows her but deciding to just brush it off and follow him back. Looking through his posts mindlessly liking a few.

Weird Girl Y/n who’s even more shocked to see that same man at the cafe she was studying in now asking for a seat at her table.

Weird Girl Y/n who can’t help but laugh at his silly attempts of flirting and cheesy puns. She know his reputation but it’s not as if she’s doesn’t also have one of her own.

✮❀✮

this was just racking in my brain i love when those popular guys date weird emo chicks and i just feel gojo would be absolutely SMITTEN by a Y/n who dressed very eccentric and stood out by her style. After like so many sorority girls i think y/n would seem like a breath of fresh air to him.

i also fully believe this same situation would happen with Atsumu Miya, or Yuji.

[herjuhodivine]

SYNOPSIS satoru gojo, one of the most popular boy in college, plays on the soccer team, has a large reputation of being a player and dismisses most girls, leaving them coming back for more dk why , and you; a depressing fashion designer major, looking towards being a model. one night at a frat party that your best friend, shoko dragged you to, you went to the bathroom to hide away from the party but…

PAIRING fratboy! gojo x reader

WARNINGS 18+ , lowercase intended , cursing , fluff + angst , strangers to situationship (unfortunately) to lovers(?) , badly written smut , fem! reader , slow burn-ish , drinking/smoking , idiots in love , opposite attract + fell first/fell harder trope

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[kosije]

fratboy!gojo official chapter 1.5 ;) rewritten to hell and back!!!

cw: fem! afab reader, cheating boyfriend, mini panic attack, sub reader, unprotected sex, gojo aint shit, reader is has low self esteem

"C'mon babe, just give me one more chance. I love you. She was just a mistake!"

"You slept with her 8 times."

"I'm sorry. Who's talking to you?"

You don't know what to do. You have half of a mind to ask him 'why' before you feel Max’s arms around you.

“You have some fucking nerve even showing your face to her. go slip into some other bitch, loser.”

“How about you let her speak for herself, huh? This doesn’t involve you.”

“Andrew I,” It’s pathetic the way you’re shaking, but when you lift from your friend's arms and see the reassuring nod she gives you, your heartbeat slows. “I just- I won't take you back. Please, just go.” you’re shaking like a leaf in the wind and you almost wince when you see his mouth open again. But he doesn’t speak. For a second you think you see a flash of remorse, but then anger is so hot on his face you don't even recognize him.

“Whatever, not even worth the trouble.” and then he’s just stalking off.

You should feel relieved, happy even. But you don't. in fact, ou feel you’re gonna throw up at any moment. Your arm is wrapped around your chest as you try to ground yourself.

Concrete. breathe in. grass. Breathe out.

There's concrete, grass, and people. Breathe in.

There's concrete, grass, people, and trees. Breathe out.

“-Hey! Did you hear me?”

Vision clearing, you blink up at the voice. You almost forgot Max was here. Her hazel eyes are full of worry, and you think for a second that you’ve died and are being held by an angel.

 Her wine-red hair is in pretty beach waves and her tan skin glows under the fall sun. When your eyes focus on her glossed lips, you realize again that she’s talking.

“Huh? 'm sorry, what was that?”

she’s stroking your hair out of your face with a pout. 

“Nena, you look so drained already. 'Was just saying that I can miss this one lecture and we can go home, just for today.”

you appreciate the concern, so much so you hug deeper into the crook of her neck.

“'m okay. Plus, we are already here.”

You can feel her sigh into the crown of your head. “Alright, but if you ever want to leave-”

“I know.” You still have a sickly feeling in your gut, but her embrace makes the weight lighter. “I’ll tell you, promise.”

“Ok, Nena. Let’s go.”

...

you should’ve gone home.

Actually, that’s a lie. If you did you would miss the lecture on what you need to focus on for your next midterm. But as you gaze at the familiar blue in front of your eyes, you think about how if you were maybe a second faster to leave you wouldn’t be frozen like how you are now. You’re sweating out your cardigan for sure.

“Remember me?"

He knows the answer to that question.

...

"Your uber is almost here! Make sure you call me once you get there, and text me quarterly!"

"I will, don't worry!" you know why she's so nervous to let you go to a party alone and as much as you would prefer her there with you, she has to study. You've spent the past 3 weeks crying, eating, and crying some more. Getting cheated on is horrible. But getting cheated on by your high school sweetheart, who you've been with for 3 years, with his friend's sister? It's all you've been thinking about despite all of yo ur efforts to make it stop. Today is about you. Today has to be about you, because you’re losing yourself. You're gonna go to this party, let loose, have fun, and forget about him. Even if you have your qualms about going to parties alone. 

You pull out your shortest dress, wear your hair how you like, and put on your favorite perfume. When Max sees you, she smiles.

"What a bad girl!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

It's enough of a reassurance that you smile and turn to look for shoes to wear. You're just about to pull out heels when she stops you.

"Short platforms, Hermana. You'll get sores on your feet with anything higher."

you let her pull down heels for you and, with one last tight hug, she goes over everything in your purse.

"Phone?"

"Yup."

"Portable charger?"

"Yup."

"Cash?"

"Always."

"Pepper spray?"

"mhm."

"Keys." instead of speaking, you curl your finger around the jump ring and twirl them around your fingers.

"Okay. okay, yeah, you're set," she says, mostly to herself.

"Max?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm nervous." 

"Don't be," she hums, smoothing your hair and then the neckline of your dress. "You‘ll knock ‘em dead. Just be safe."

"Thank you, I dunno what I'd do without you," you coo, kissing her cheek.

"I know! Have fun!"

...

The party sucks. Not because of food, music, or drinks. Not because of the conversation you’ve been making with familiar faces, or the occasional eyes that fall from your eyes to your chest and legs, and shy question of if you’re open to a date after ‘what happened with that guy.’” And then you’re reminded why you came here before saying “you’re not interested in anything serious at the moment.” Then as you’re on your way to the bathroom, you see him. And when you see him, you see her. And suddenly the fruity drinks turned to shots, and slight swaying turned into tipsy grinding, and then you’re dragging somebody to the couch in tears.

"That piece of shit had the nerve to show his face around here after what he did! I never deserved that! I was there for him it his lowest, then that- that son of a bitch threw it all in my face!"

"Aww baby, what a dick."

"And- and he even," you're sniffling when a hand cups your cheek, wiping away stray tears as you talk the exact thing you were supposed to forget about. "He even gave her the sweater I bought for him! It has our initials on it, not theirs!"

"that's horrible!" it comes out in a gasp, and suddenly you're being pulled against someone's chest. You forget how you got here, nor do you know who’s crystal blue eyes you're looking into, but they sure are pretty. You're just about rolling off his chest to fill your cup again before he reaches into his jean pocket and dangles something in your face.

"Do ya smoke, sweetheart?" he says with a wicked smile and you just nod. Part of you recognizes the man in front of you, so you rationalize that as a good enough excuse. You've seen his white hair somewhere; you just can't place your finger on it.

You don't dwell on it much longer when you see his pink tongue peek from his lips and lick the backwood shut. It's not inherently dirty, but it is enough to make your thighs clench. His hand disappears back into his pocket as he fishes out a lighter, and you're so enamored that your hands find his chest and you gasp. He's ripped. But all he does is smile, take a long drag from his blunt, and then your senses are clouded with smoke.

"Hey!" you're telling him off, but when the smoke clears, he's smirking. You swat his chest in response, but then you're only reminded of how firm he feels under his white tee. And now he’s poking at your sides.

"What's wrong?"

"Quit it!"

"Quit what?" His fingers only speed up, and you're pouting at him to hold back the laugh threatening to escape from you. Heat blooms everywhere he touches, and he keeps it up until your hands trap around his wrist. Seeming bored, he sets his hand on your thigh and brings the blunt to your lips. The next immeasurable amount of minutes is spent rotating it without a word, and the more you smoke, the lighter you feel, and the more your thighs seem to rub together. The heat pooling between your legs only gets worse when his hand squeezes your thigh, and the whine you let out is hard to decider if it was in your head or not.

"Are you apart of this?"

He hums a question, but when you gesture to the surrounding party, he 'ahs' in understanding.

"You don't know? I'm a part of this fraternity."

"I don't even know your name."

Now he genuinely looks surprised, "It's Satoru."

Satoru...? The name sends a pang of recognition through your head, but you can't place it completely. No doubt that he's popular, though. When you tell him your name, he grins.

"That's a pretty name, sweetheart. Fits a pretty girl like you."

And despite your better judgment, you bask in the compliment. The heat between your thighs has turned into slick and there’s no doubt that this party is proving to be beneficial.

“So, you're a jock?" you try to ask it in a steady voice, but with how hazy you're feeling from the weed you doubt it comes out stable.

"Something like that." he laughs, but it's all too vague.

"Is that why you joined?" he takes another long drag and passes the blunt to you, this time blowing the smoke out of your face.

"I joined for a friend," and when that answer doesn't please you, he goes on. "I have a friend, I'm really close to him so I joined the same fraternity as him when he asked. I don't mind it, being in a fraternity has its props, i.e; this party."

His voice is so nice. "You seem like the party type."

He just shrugs and puts the blunt out on a random coaster. "I just like fun, sweetheart. Plus, the desserts are always the best part."

That catches your attention. "Right!" you gush, practically jumping up. You think you hear him groan, but you are faded.

"I never would've thought a frat party would carry the best desserts I've ever had.

"Glad you like it. Especially since I put the word in for it."

"Shut up!"

"I'm serious!”

you open your mouth to speak, but something buzzes in the purse next to you and you suddenly remember you haven't texted Max in almost an hour.

"Hey girl u good?"

"???"

"If you're dead I'll kill u,"

"Imsosorryimokaydontworry! 1,"

"K stay safe"

"Did you hear me?"

You snap your head up and see eyes that were icy blue, now a clouded cerulean. "What?"

"I said, it's getting crowded. Do you wanna go upstairs?"

You look around. It looks about the same to you. When you look back at him and his pretty face, you can't find it in you to say no, so you just nod and slide off his lap. Standing up, you get a bit dizzy off your high and grip Satoru's hand to keep from falling flat on your face. And that’s when you realize he's much, much taller than you.

He doesn't seem to mind how tightly you’re holding onto him, even smiling down at you before leading you somewhere up a flight of stairs. Your heart feels like it may beat out of your chest when he pushes past a door that you can just tell isn't his. The room is small, just a bed, closet, and dresser, and none of the trophies on it have his name on them.

“You know, your ex is an idiot.”

You can feel his hands run over your arms when he says it and you’re sighing into him, with your head falling weakly over his shoulder. You know what he wants, and you can't bring yourself to push off him when you feel how his breath fans over your ear and his rock-hard erection brushes against your back.

“You want me to show you better? Give you what you deserve?”

all you do is whine and then he’s kissing down your shoulders and sliding the straps of your dress off.

“Give me an answer, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

And you do. In a breathy gasp, you ask, “Please,” and feel him smile into the crook of your neck before pulling back. You know what he wants, and you can’t bring yourself to push his off, because you want it too.

“Then how about you show me just how pretty you are under that dress, hmm?”

And again, as if on a spell, you do. In slow and shaky hands, you remove your dress, mentally cursing yourself for not choosing a cuter set to have worn under. You sit on the bed to take off your shoes. Your heart doubles when you look up at him through heavy eyes from where you sit to see him mirroring your expression. 

“Knew you’d be so pretty. You’re a real sight, sweetheart,” he groans, rolling his palm over his erection with a shiver.

You’re dripping from the praise. Blame it on your destroyed self-esteem, but you haven’t felt this desire in a while. You want to shy away from it, but his fingers run down your clothed slit and you lose yourself. He doesn’t waste time once he feels how wet you are already, just huffs out a laugh and peels your underwear and bra from your sweaty body and groans. 

Your eyes are glued to the way he strips his shirt off, showing his defined stature, but when he kicks off his pants, your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock on full display. He's much bigger than your ex.

“I’ll fuck him out of your head, baby. Don’t bother thinkin’ about anything but my dick.”

…

You couldn’t think of anything else if you tried. He’s bullied himself so deep inside you, you can barely cover your cries with your palm. Satoru rams into you with so much fervor that the bed is squeaking. And when he hits the spot that has you seeing stars, all you can get out is ‘Thank you,’ repeatedly, gripping onto anything you can for a sense of stability.

One hand closes around your throat while the other draws circles on your clit and tears stream down your face as your back arches into him in the bliss of your orgasm washing over you.

“Fuck- so pretty like that. Tell me who fucks you this good. Who makes your pretty pussy cum the hardest?"

"You do! Jus' you Satoru!" that seems to do it, because his bottom lip is sucked between his teeth and his hips are stuttering.

‘m close- fuck tell me where you want it. Want me to come over those pretty tits, babe? Or maybe all over that face, hmm?” on a whim, your thighs close around him.

“Inside. I want you inside. 'm- ahh- ahn the pill, promise,”

And he doesn’t even get another thrust in before you feel him fill you up in airy groans. He rides out his orgasm inside you in frenzied thrust, so when he pulls out you both shudder at the loss of contact. He gathers your clothes up and helps you shimmy back into them, not bothering to hide how pleased he is when you pull your underwear up, trapping the seed that’s dripped out of you. You watch him dress while you run your hand through his hair, laying down the tufts that have fluffed up. You look up at him, to see him already looking at you. And this time it’s not at your lips or tits, but you, and you feel so embarrassed you back away.

buzz!

A chill runs down your spine at the ringing “Oh shit!”

“what’s wrong?”

“M-my roommate!” You say, hands frantically rummaging through the sheets before hearing your bag drop into the floor and pulling your phone out. “Shit! I should’ve been there 30 minutes ago!”

“Hey, it’s alright. I can take you home.”

“No, no, it’s okay, I’ll just get an Uber.” but he’s already picking your bag up and walking out of the room through a group of boys who recognize what happened by the way their eyes widen when they see you stumble after Satoru but say nothing.

When you plop into the passenger seat of his car, you don't know what to think. Should you have done that? At a party at that? He didn't even take you to his room. It's not long until you're simultaneously fighting the urge to puke and fall asleep, but you can’t tell if it’s regret or alcohol. The drive to your dorm is short, and when he reaches the building he rounds the car, opening the door and holding his hand out to you with a boyish expression, you smile to yourself

"What’s got you smilin’ like that?" he mused, easily lifting you from where you sat and steading you with another hand on your lower back.

"Nothing in particular . Just happy," he doesn’t respond to that, just squeezes your hand a bit.

...

"Is that who you were talking to? Oh, my- did you guys fuck?"

"Max, let me sleep." You know she heard that through the pillow you have over your face, but she doesn't pay it any mind.

"The QB, huh? He's a total upgrade from ese cabrón."

QB?

"QB! That's how I knew him! He's the fucking quarterback!"

"Did you seriously not remember... he's has an article written every other day."

"It blanked on me, I guess. I just kept thinking he looked so familiar."

"That's like when girls used to read at concerts to seem mysterious." She's giggling at first, but when your pillow hits her square in her face, she's practically rolling on the floor.

"So, what now? Gonna be a cheerleader to live out that cliche?"

You roll your eyes at her, but a part of you feels disappointed when you think about how things will be now.

"Doesn't matter. Not like it meant anything."

...

“Remember me?"

Of course, you do.

"No."

He knows you're lying. You can tell by the way his smile deepens despite your words. His head dips to yours, just a nudge away from your lips.

"Oh~ Satoru! Thank you! Thank y-" You slap your hands over his mouth and frantically look around the halls to see if anyone noticed. Thankfully, most people are more focused on Satoru as they walk by and not on your flustered expression.

"Why are you here, Gojo?" it's not that the sight of him doesn't make you nervous, much less his proximity. But you genuinely do not know why he's talking to you.

"Oh, so we're on a last names basis now? ‘ts not fair, though. I don't even know your last name, sweetheart. Should I just use mine?" he hums, obviously not worried about your apprehension.

"Wait? No? Wh-"

"No?" He pouts, batting his eyelashes. You know it's a joke, but your heart still drops.

"I don't mean 'no' like 'no,' I just- I don't know why you're talking to me. Or how you knew how to find me."

He just shrugs, grinning. “I would love to answer all of those questions… preferably over a nice meal.” his hand falls to his stomach and his head falls to his shoulder. “‘m just so hungry, sweetheart.”

You know what he’s getting at. And maybe if he wasn’t so damn cute, you’d say no. but you can’t ignore that airy feeling floating around you as he smiles at your meek nod. As shallow as it may be, you can’t help the validation you feel at just the idea of someone like Gojo would even give you the time of day. You find that he at least acts like a gentleman. Opening the car door for you. Walking on the side closest to the street. Opening the door to the diner for you.

It’s a homey thing. black-and-white checkered tiles, red walls with tons of polaroids and framed pictures of food and happy families, and a shiny red jukebox that steals your attention.

“Hello, how may I- why are you here?”

“I missed u too, Hime,” he cooed, batting his eyelashes toward a very unamused girl. “Don’t be shy~ I know you missed your favorite customer.”

“Missed you like the plague.” She sneers with a creased brow. Her hand taps on the screen in front of her before flipping her navy-blue pigtails over her shoulders, revealing a name tag that reads “Utahime.”

“Let me show you to your table,” she says, and you don’t miss the way she shoves Gojo out of the way with her shoulder when she walks past him. She guides you two to a booth in the diner's corner with seats the same shade as the walls and tells you that someone ‘will be with you shortly’ after walking away, not without throwing another nasty look at Gojo, and a simple nod to you.

“I’m her best friend , she just has a hard time showing it,” he says, readjusting himself on the leather seats.

“You woulda had me fooled…” you mumble, a little startled when he laughs in response. It’s oh-so warm and you let yourself bask in it quietly, forgetting what you came here for.

but after a bit of conversation over the menu and your orders, you build up enough courage to ask.

“So, what did you need?”

“Hmm?” and the way he tilts his head at the question makes your face warm.

“You took the effort to find my class, must need something important from me.” you say, listening to the buzz from the large overhead fan above you, and the smooth jazz coming from somewhere behind you.

“you’re right,” he says, turning at the same time to thank the server for your food s. “there actually is something important that I need.”

oh?

“You know,” he says, picking around his food with his head resting on his palm. “Ever since we slept together, I can't stop thinking about you.”

oh?

“It’s only been a night!” you squeak, quieting down when you see a server walk by.

“I know. I can’t get you off my mind.”

“So?”

“Don't you wanna get over your stupid ex-boyfriend? he's a real sight for sore eyes, and by that, I mean painful to look at. Especially compared to my looks.”

“I'm not interested!” you whine through your teeth, crushing your straw.

“But then, how else should I calm my heart?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don't you get it, doll?” he asks, waving his fork in a circle toward you. “I'm mad for you.”

You almost choke on your drink. Gojo Satoru, mad for you. It’s either a fairytale come true or a sick joke. “But then, what is it you want from me?”

“A chance. A fair one. Let me prove to you that your ex is an idiot.”

[kamospeach]

plot: fratboy!choso who can't help but let his guard fall for you for real this time.

content warning: soft dom choso ofc, standing cunnilingus, missionary, stomach bulging, doggy, spitting, just a lil degradation, lots of dirty talking, ass play cs he's freaky asf, choso begs a tad

peachy's yap: this is part 2 you can read part 1 here. pt.3 maybe gotta see how im feelin. i REFUSE to write overly subby choso sorry :P

to say you were pissed would be an understatement. not only was choso being a bitch you didn't get the book you needed. you stormed out of the library with an angry look, stomping off to your dorm. you pulled out your phone, needing to tell your best friend about what happened.

you bumped into a hard shoulder, quickly turning around, getting ready to cuss someone out, until you noticed it was gojo. he had a goofy smirk until he saw the irritated look on your face. after noticing, he went into what he calls 'big brother mode'.

"what happened?" he asked, and you shrugged, huffing, not wanting to relive the conversation you just had. you just looked between him and the library, and sighed. "so?"

"choso's, being a bitch he pretended not to know me," you said crossing your arms and gojo frowned up.

"choso? no way... he's usually nice," he said in shock, and you nodded. that's what you heard too, the week during the party, at the party, and even after he pretended not to know you.

"yeah i keep fucking hearing that, clearly that's a lie." you scoffed walking away from gojo and he grabbed your arm. you spun around, expecting gojo to make a corny joke about your situation. but when you turned around, gojo had a sympathetic look on his face.

"i'll talk to him," he tells you, and you shrug, snatching your hand out of his grip. you stormed off to your dorm not wanting to hear another thing about choso.

gojo wasn't mad, but he definitely wasn't pleased to hear about choso. he was his frat brother, but you were a childhood friend. he knew it wasn't his place, but he felt like he could help. when he got to the library, he saw choso checking out two books.

"aye choso!" gojo whisper yelled making choso turn around.

"wassup man," he said, walking out the library with gojo beside him.

"you pretended not to know y/n when she came looking for you?" he asked, and choso scoffed. he couldn't believe that you told gojo that fast.

"she told you?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"yeah, i ran into her, she looked pretty upset."

"i didn't have any choice. i've never liked someone as much as i've liked her, and it had only been a week. just scared to admit that i liked her that much," he admitted, and gojo laughed, shaking his.

"why don't you tell her that then?" he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. (it definitely was the most obvious thing ever)

"uh... i will," he nodded with a smile, walking away from gojo. "thanks!" he yelled, running away to his car.

"you're welcome?" gojo said, not exactly sure what he did.

you sat in your dorm, arms crossed at the audacity of this man. you told your best friends, and she told you not to think about it, but it wasn't working. you watched baddies, played sims, read a book, and even went on tiktok. nothing was working and all you could think about was last night.

even after everything happened, you couldn't deny he was the best you've ever had. he was gentle in the beginning and rough almost feral at the end. the way he didn’t mind you being in control, but he took the control back later. all you could think about was-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

you got scared by the knocking at your door, you hadn’t been expecting anyone. you got up and opened the door only to be met with choso. your face was turned up with disgust as he stood there looking guilty. his hands were filled with gifts, you noticed a couple of stuffed animals, bags from target, and even a wingstop bag.

“what do you want?” you asked, and he cleared his throat, looking up at you.

“i’m really really sorry. i shouldn’t have acted like i didn’t know you. especially after everything we did together last night, it was-“ you cut him off, pulling him into the room. he was airing out all your dirty laundry in the hallway of your dorm.

"you're so embarrassing," you tell him, and he gave you a sheepish smile. "go ahead now."

"well, i was going to say what we did last night meant a lot to me. i've never liked anyone this much and this early, and i didn't want to scare you away." he admitted handing you the wingstop bag. "geto also told me your order."

"you could’ve told me that and not act like a dick,” you say arms crossed not letting him get off that easy. he nodded in agreement, and you hummed, glad he sees your point of view.

“you’re 100% right and i sincerely apologize for that,” he said, he almost sounded pathetic. but you liked it the way he was practically begging and apologizing for you to forgive him. plus the attention was even better and he looked good too, but that wasn’t a major point of course.

“i don't believe you're really sorry." you shrugged, although you did believe his apology. and it had only been three hours since the incident, so it must have been eating him up.

"well i got the book you threw at me." he said sitting down all the stuff he bought. "and i got you a bunch of shit because i didn't know what you liked."

"material stuff doesn't mean you sincerely mean it." you crossed your arms and he sighed. before you knew it, choso was on his knees grabbing your waist.

"y/n i'm so so so sorry, i don't know how else to explain it." he pleaded pulling you close to him resting his head on your stomach. "i promise to never treat you wrong ever again. i'll... i'll be good, i'll give you anything you want," he begged looking up at you and you couldn't deny this sight was messing with your head.

"uh... choso." you stammered and he looked up at you, hands moving to the button on your pants.

"i promise i really..." he grovelled, unbuttoning your pants, pulling the zipper down. he kissed the exposed skin of your stomach, humming to himself. "...promise," he says, and you were weak, allowing him to tug down your pants. leaving you only in your thong as your pants fell to your ankles.

"choso..." you gasped as his thumb pressed on your clothed clit. the tension was there, and you were needy for him yet again. he's on his knees, begging for you to forgive him, and that was enough to turn you on.

"you this wet already, i've only been here for 5 minutes," he said rubbing your clit still but that statement only made you feel worse. you gave in only 5 minutes later, just because he begged.

"i was... i..." you cut yourself off, but choso moved his finger away looking up at you. His eyes clearly telling you to continue but you were genuinely embarrassed to admit what you were about to say. "i was thinking about you."

"oh?" he asked with a chuckle, he said nothing else, he just pulled down your panties. he even helped you stepped out of your clothing not missing the chance to slyly slip your panties into his pocket. he was silent and you felt his breath on your wet lips. "pretty." he mumbled as burried his face in your pussy.

"oh my...ugh!" you moaned as he began to suck your clit and lap at your juices. he was a lot more skilled than you thought he'd be. the way his tongue expertedly delved into your cunt and his lips wrapped around your clit. he was so good that your legs trembled from the immense pleasure.

your hands found their way into his hair that was coincidentally down today. pushing the hair ou the way so you could see his face. his brow furrowed in concentration, and his pretty honey brown eyes looked up at you. almost pleading with you to forgive him, the mark on his nose brought to your attention once again.

it was all too much, the look on his face, the pleasure, the way he had a death grip on your copper colored thighs. his slurping was loud and he never once pulled away for air. he was happily suffocating in your thighs and your cunt.

"are you o...okay," you said, words being cut off by moans. he was doing this for you and all you could care about was if he could adequately breathe. he pulled away from you and the sight was enough to make you come undone. your essence dripping down his chin, his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

"i'm fine, this is about you," he tells you, and you laugh, looking away from him.

"we should... um probably go to my room, my best friend will be back soon," you said and choso nodded grabbing your pants and standing to his feet. his arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. "no warning?" you laughed and he smiled.

"no," was all he said before he sat you down on the bed. lightly pushing your body back, you propped your body up with your arms. you weren't sure if you he was going to continue where he left off. "i want to fuck you so bad but i need to make this about you."

"it's okay, you can do that and still make it about me," you exclaimed not caring if it made you sound desperate. you needed him more than anything right now.

he didn't need to hear anything else before he pulled down his pants in a hurry. his dick sprung slapping his clothed stomach. next came his shirt being discarded on the floor next to him. he immediately climbed into the bed after you, moving you to the middle of the bed.

he wasted no time spreading your legs, finding solace in between your thighs. he leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours as he rubbed your thighs. the feeling turning you on even more.

you grabbed his face, pulling his lips to yours. enjoy the feeling of his soft plump lips against yours. as you kissed, he pulled down your shirt, letting your breasts free.

"no bra?" he mumbled against your lips, making you chuckle. his mind was clouded, all he could see, think, hear, feel, and taste was you. he kissed down your neck, your moans getting louder and louder at the feeling. his teeth sank into your neck, not worrying about how obvious it would be later.

"choso please... i need it," you whined, begging choso to get on with it. he wanted to cherish your body and feel you, but you had other plans. after your begging he gave in lining up his hard and leaky cock with your wet cunt. slipping in with ease the feeling of your slippery wet cunt enough for him to come undone on the spot.

"fuck you feel so good," he mumbled moving his hips at a slow pace teasing you. his eyes on yours never leaving your face as if he was trying to memorize the way you looked. "m'so fucking sorry." he moaned out pushing his cock in you until the hilt.

he stills inside you, letting some of his weight press down on you. you rubbed the nape of his neck, which soothed him more than you knew.

"you hear me? i'm sorry, baby," he said, eyes holding that same look as they did earlier.

"i already forgave you cho." you smile and he nods, moving his hips now. his thrusts were long and rough as his lips pecked yours so softly it was like they barely even touched.

"you did?" he asked, tilting his head as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. his cock head was continuously pounding your cervix. he lightly patted your cheek making you look up at him. "there you go, look at me. such a pretty slut." you wanted to say yes but your pride was stopping you.

"ugh... cho!" you yelped when he pressed down on your stomach that was bulging just a little. it was bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, and your walls clenched around him. "close." was all you could manage to get out.

"hold it," he demanded as he continued his never-faltering fast pace thrust. his eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, his bangs stuck to his forehead from sweating profusely. he was in a frenzy going absolutely feral at the way you cleaned on his thick cock.

without warning he pulled out and flipped you over. he gripped both of your ass cheeks spreading them open. your body was aching and your face was pressed into the pillow. he was taking a second, and you were getting anxious. until you felt the bed move and spit run down puckered entrance and drip down your gaped cunt.

choso on the other hand felt hypnotized by the view of your goodies spread open for him. his thumb rubbed his spit against your ass and your body jerked from the unusual feeling. you screamed out when you felt his dick and his thumb enter both of your holes at the same time.

"w...what are you doing?" you asked looking back at choso. his head was thrown back as he used his thumb to pull you back on him. your cream coating him and creating a ring around his base.

"you want me to stop?" he asked, looking down at you, sincerity evident in his voice and his eyes. he stopped his movements, causing you to whine, enjoying the pleasure.

"nooo~," you whined and he smiled at you. but yet he still didn't move, squinting his eyes at you almost like he didn't believe. but in all honesty, he just wanted to tease you.

"ask me to keep going," he said, and you groaned, not in the mood. you rolled your eyes putting your face back in the pillow. "rolling your eyes will only make it worse." he said and you sighed sucking it up.

"keep going cho please," you whined and he chuckled fucking into you again. just like last night, the bed hit against the wall while choso thrusted into you mercilessly.

"such a... hah... good girl for me." he moaned his words broke up by animalistic groans and grunts. "fuck you got me about to cum baby," he said pulling his thumb out of you using both hands to grip your ass cheeks. he put one of his knees up to balance himself.

"cho... cho..." he was hitting your spot so good you were chanting his name out like it was the only word you knew. but he already knew what that meant, you were cumming and he was right behind you.

"yeah? that's your spot huh?" he asked and you nodded not being able to use your words. he wouldn't usually let you off the hook but he knew you were about to cum and couldn't think straight. "cum wit me baby... on three." he instructed and you hummed.

1... he counted off still fucking into you not even having the decency to slow down. 2... he even had the nerve to count a lot slower than regular. not even bothering to say the number you were waiting for.

"shit... 3," he said pushing his cock deeper in you letting his cum fill you up as your body jerked from the feeling. squirt dripping down your leg as you came violently on him. "fuck." he huffed as he stayed stuffed inside of you. you both were breathing heavily, his hands now on your waist. your hands on his forearm caressing it softly.

he pulled out, making the two of you shudder from being sensitive. he got off the bed pulling on his boxers and running to your bathroom. he looked around letting out a small 'fuck' when he realized he didn't know where your towels were.

he came back to your room, asking where they were, and you told him. When he came back this time, he had a warm rag, he began cleaning you off and then himself. he even took it upon himself to take off your sheets and put them in your dirty clothes hamper. luckily for the two of you, your comforter fell off the bed.

you felt all giddy inside as he helped you get dressed. you being the absolute big back you are (as you should be tho) never forgot about the wingstop he brought you. the two of you warming up your order and turning on a movie to watch.

after a while, you thought about how you hadn't seen your phone in a minute. once you finally found it, there were 20+ messages from your dorm group chat. one message was enough for you to choke on your chicken.

'whoever is next door to me in 315, let that girl breatheee y'all were just at it last night😩.'

you showed it to choso and he laughed, shrugging his shoulder. you were insanely embarrassed, but not as embarrassed when you heard a knock on your door. your best friend opened it, letting you know that she and geto had been in her room across the hall trying to sleep for the last 30 minutes.

[fvsm4x]

Loser/nerdy gf x fratboy gojo satoru

You sat at your small desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose as you diligently studied for your upcoming exam. The desk lamp cast a warm, focused light, creating a cozy bubble of concentration.

Gojo Satoru lay sprawled out on your bed, flipping through his phone, but his attention kept drifting to you. He admired the way you bit your lip when you were deep in thought and the way your hair fell across your face. He had promised to give you space to study, but every minute felt like an hour, and he was growing increasingly impatient.

“You,” he called softly, hoping to catch your attention.

“Hmm?” you responded, not looking up from your notes.

“You’ve been studying for hours. Don’t you think it’s time for a break?”

You glanced at him briefly, giving him a small smile. “I just need to finish this chapter, Satoru. It’s really important.”

He pouted, rolling over onto his stomach to face you. “But I miss you,” he said, his voice taking on a playful whine.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you tried to focus on your textbook. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’m just a guy who misses his girlfriend,” he murmured, sliding off the bed and walking over to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently massaging them. “Can you blame me?”

A shiver ran down your spine, and you tried to ignore the way your heart sped up. “Satoru, I really need to—”

He cut you off with a kiss, his lips capturing yours in a way that was both tender and demanding. Your protest melted away as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding from your shoulders to wrap around your waist. The pen you had been holding fell to the desk, forgotten, as you responded to his touch.

“Baby…” he whispered against your lips. “You need a break.”

You laughed softly, turning in your chair to face him. “You’re not going to let me study, are you?”

“Not a chance,” he said with a grin, capturing your lips again. This kiss was more intense, more urgent. He lifted you from the chair, carrying you over to the bed with ease.

Your hands roamed over his back, your fingers tangling in his hair as your kisses grew more passionate. He laid you down gently on the bed, his body hovering over yours. His lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, finding that sensitive spot that made you gasp.

“Satoru…” you whispered, your voice trembling “I really need to study.”

“Just a little longer,” he murmured against your skin, his hands slipping under your shirt to caress your sides. “Then you can go back to studying.”

You sighed, knowing you were powerless to resist him. And truth be told, you didn’t want to. You pulled him closer, your lips finding his in a kiss that conveyed everything you felt for him. Your tongues danced together, a perfect rhythm that left you both breathless.

Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, the world outside fading away as you lost yourselves in each other. Gojo’s hands roamed over you, his touch igniting a fire within you. You arched into him, your body responding to his every move.

You broke apart for a moment, both gasping for air. Gojo looked into your eyes, his own filled with a mix of adoration and mischief. “I love you, you know that?”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “I love you too, Satoru. But I really do need to study.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping onto his back beside you. “Fine, fine. But don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

You laughed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

With one last lingering kiss, you reluctantly pulled away and returned to your desk. As you settled back into your studies, you felt his eyes on you, a constant reminder of his presence and his love. And though you tried to focus, the warmth of his kisses and the promise of more to come lingered in the back of your mind, making you smile.

© fvsm4x 2023/4 : do not translate, plagiarise or steal my work.

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[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

•Stoner shutting Gojo up

cw- oral (m!receiving), drug use, mention of alcohol, riding, p in v

Hitting the blunt you breathe through your nose, smoke flowing freely down your throat, blowing a large cloud of smoke into the man that sat beside you face as he yapped your ear off. He jumped from one topic to another. It was quite astonishing how wrapped up he could get into himself. Sometimes you wondered if he even remembered you were there, well that was before he started playing with your boobs while he talked.

You admired him really and as you smoked the blunt down into a roach the effects hitting you slowly you couldn’t help but wish he would shut up and you had the perfect way to do it. “Yeah and then me and Geto held his legs. He held that peg for at least 20 seconds, didn't know Haibara had it in him, wow, wow girl whatcha doing.” He smirked watching you crawl down the bed grabbing at his body. You knew this would catch his attention. “Shutting you up.” You grunted pulling his boxers and pants out letting his half-hard cock spring out.

“W-what..fuck—shit” he muttered before your tongue immersed him, he cursed feeling your wet muscle lick over every pulsing vein. Every thought that was racing in his mind cut off in a matter of seconds as you deep throat him, your hands playing with his balls. He didn’t know how long he could hold out with every suck, stroke you give him brings him closer and closer.

You gag on his length as you thrust your mouth up and down. Pulling him out of your throat you spit a glob of saliva on his tip making a mess all over your face. Precum and spit wet Gojos happy trail. It was absolutely filthy. The sounds were obscene, and could make him cum alone.

You suck with incredible speed, lustrous eyes never leaving his. Taking him in your throat you let him thrust on his own, he was rough brushing the back of your throat, you swallow him a few times before pulling him out with a pop. You jerk him off Gojo felt like it was an inhumane speed, and he just couldn’t hold it anymore. He gasped and grunted as he came all over your clothes chest, soaking the fabric. “Please…,d-don’t stop.” He presses the back of his hand to his mouth biting the skin as you milk his balls empty, his cum sticking to your hand.

Sitting up you shimmy your pants off, Gojo looks at you dazed. “Whatcha doing?” He asked and you smiled wickedly , hooking your legs around his waist. “You didn’t think we were done did you?” You say low, red eyes eating him alive. Taking his half-hard cock in your hand you slide him against your wet pussy. Precum drowned his length, needing to fuck something. “g-ughh…” he groaned, hips buckling trying to find your waiting hole.

When you finally slip him inside you it’s as if he’s the high one turning to mush feeling you warm, sleek walls capture him. His hands grasp your hips sliding you along his dick, you cry out in rhapsodic need, your hips going faster and harder against him, his sensitive cock already leaking inside you making a sticky mess between your legs.

And when you finally picked yourself up just to slam yourself back down again,Gojo definitely found himself in heaven. He grabbed at your shirt pulling the thing off to reveal your perfect body.

“God I love you.” He whispered sitting up taking one breast in his mouth playing with the other nipple. Throwing your head back in ecstasy as his cock realigned itself at the switch of position, he helped you fuck yourself his cold hands on your lower back.

He switched his attention to your other tit looking up with admiration. His crystal eyes bored into yours bring you all the more closer to him, he made sure to touch you with ease knowing your feeling everything right now; he needed you to feel everything just as he has. “F-fuck Satoru…” you whined out hips moving ever slower, draping your arms over his shoulders.

“Poor baby.” He smirked moving his hips just a tab bit faster feeling the rumble in your chest and the way your walls fluttered around him. He picked your hips up watching the way you just followed his lead. He picked his hips up fucking up into you with gentle ease. His cock filling you up inch by inch, stuffing you full.

You cry into the air hands resting on his calves, spread wide open for Satoru as he fucked himseld into you. “That’s right baby…” he spoke softly stroking your clit, his cock throbbing with release, “feel it.”

Digging your nails into ha calves, moaning an unintelligible mess, your pussy clamps around Gojos dick and just like that Gojo spills all inside you. Cumming together you hold each other, faces buried in each other's necks; staying like that until both of you come down from your highs.

Gojos breath had turned ragged and he hadn’t even realized. “Now that was something wasn’t it.” He said waiting for your forced laugh at his dumb joke. But all he was met with was soft snoring. He grabbed your face looking at you, eyes fallen shut, peaceful rest took you over. He laughed, flipping you on your side of the bed before cleaning you off and slipping one of his shirts on you before giving you one last forehead kiss before whispering.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

[idiotgojo]

Pls I'm going insane. There aren't enough Fratboy gojo and geto fics or hca out there 😞

[madamechrissy]

Took you Like a Shot Masterlist

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - chapter four (coming soon)

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe- fluffy and smutty, MDNI -will have explicit sex etc, art in the banner by Yuana on X - WC so for- 27k

Playlist -preview below!- headcanons - here & here

It had been an absolutely filthy night, that led to your doctor coming in and informing you three months later-

'You're pregnant'

You came in for a normal checkup, you're on the pill and you have no sex life, aside from one encounter over three months ago. A filthy, questionable ass encounter with what so happened to be your former 'bully' - rich boy, frat boy, pretty boy, pretentious boy- Satoru Gojo.

For years, the two of you were rivals, not just academic either, since you were both top of your class all through college, but at everything. He'd hold your notebooks high and laugh at you, he'd try to ruin and crash every sorority event he could. Known as the Queen and King of the campus, you ran the rivaling Sorority to his Fraternity. The amount of times you all had gone toe to toe was literally notorious, even your best friends hated each other on your behalf, starting an entire war between you all.

You have no clue how it happened, still, how the two of you had the best sex of your life at that damn party, fueled by drinks but also something you'd never admit- you've always wondered. Hearing those stories about his... skills, seeing his perfect body and the way his pretty lips smirked so cruelly your direction, even after all these years- how it all led to this moment.

'Hah, sweets, ya finally admit I'm good at something?' Satoru had murmured in your ear, while he'd had you bent right over some bed at some party- both of you were seniors in college on your last and final party, finally you thought you'd be rid of him, of this ass of a man. He was going to live the rich life, working for his family, you were moving on to a whole different career.

'One t-thing... that's it...' You had cried out when his cock had shoved in so deep, making you cum all over him, his fingers gripping your hips while he'd pumped deeper and deeper, impossibly until he'd been right on your cervix. 'F-fuck!'

'Fuck... you had a pussy like this and we've been fighting!?' Satoru is whispering, resting his snowy locks against your neck, biting it with sharp teeth as you milk his cock. 'so greedy, huh?'

'S-shut up, mnh- just... keep... there, there shit!' Satoru had slammed right against your cervix, feeling you pulsing around him, it had been too good, too tight, too fucking wet, he'd paused then, looking at your arched ass, your skirt shoved over your hips. 'Keep g-going, please...'

'M'gonna cum, tho-she's too tight- shit can I?'

Your drunk ass had said- sure. You're precise on that pill, every day your alarm goes off in the morning, you take it. How could...

"Pregnant!?" You repeat. Unbelievable. No fucking way. You...

"Yes sweetie I suggest prenatal and an ultrasound, hmm?" The nurse says so sweetly, as you feel sick to your stomach, which your hand goes down to touch.

Pregnant. With rich, notorious fuckboy Satoru Gojo’s baby- now you would have to tell him!?

Shit.

[faithums]

Caught his eye ᥫ᭡?…

fratboy!gojo x reader

cw! suggestive, alcohol consumption, college au, frat parties

fratboy!gojo who sees you at a party in the corner of a room, picking at the hem of your skirt awkwardly

fratboy!gojo who thinks nothing of it at first, but smirks to himself when you start to look out of place amongst the swarm of intoxicated students

fratboy!gojo who doesn’t seem to recognise you from campus, despite knowing everyone ‘inside and out’

fratboy!gojo who decides to see what you’re about walks up to you, with a sly grin plastered onto his face, reading nothing but trouble

fratboy!gojo starts to tease you when he finds out this is the first party you’ve ever been to, and you’ve chosen a frat party to start it off with

fratboy!gojo beckons you to have a few drinks with him, “let loose and relax, yeah?”, he would utter as he led you confidently through the crowd of people to the makeshift bar in the kitchen, littered with plastic red cups and a plethora of alcohol

fratboy!gojo who is surprised when you chose not to drink, chuckling internally at your self-respect

fratboy!gojo who notices that you’re staring at him, though he pays it no mind, as every girl oogles him, why would you be special?

fratboy!gojo who leans against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms flush against his chest, large biceps flexing, analysing you one final time as you mindlessly talk about some ‘nerdy’ stuff (to which he found cute)

fratboy!gojo notices the way you subconsciously bite your lips, or squeeze your legs together whilst sitting on the bar stool, the way your jewellery shines in the lights, hypnotising him, the smell of your perfume makes him grow needy

fratboy!gojo chuckles to himself, as he talks to you, slowly placing the odd touch here and there to your skin, making a mental note of how you turn to putty in his hands

fratboy!gojo who decides to himself right there and then, that he is going to get to know you ‘inside and out’.

all rights reserved © 2025 faithums. please do not copy, translate, or modify my works in/on any sort of platform💗

[annievrse]

glitch

satoru x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: based on glitch by taylor swift, or you and satoru are hooking up with no feelings attached. well, at least that was the original plan. warnings: fratboy!satoru, suggestive but no actual smut, swearing, shoko/suguru, situationship, gojo being a bit of a douche, mentions of vomit & alcohol (gojo is ooc w/ the alcohol), jealousy, one oc (kenji) in case u are wondering who tf he is. a/n: from my other account & rewritten for my baby w/c: 4.4k

“Are you coming to the party tonight? Or do I need to drag you there by your ankles?” Shoko asked, hands on her hips as she stood in your bedroom doorway. She was dressed and ready to go, head tilted as she observed you in the pink flannelette pyjama set she bought for you. 

“I don’t want to go, Sho. I feel a migraine coming on.” Lie. 

Shoko rolled her eyes as you dramatically dragged the back of your hand across your forehead. “You’ve gotta be kidding.” 

You shook your head. “I would never.” 

Shoko sighed and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. “Okay, have fun on your own. I hope you feel better,” She pouted before turning and leaving. “Bitch.” 

Your jaw dropped open, a smile forming on your lips as Shoko laughed loudly. “Love you!” 

Shaking your head, you tapped your phone screen, seeing a message. “Love you, too. Don’t have too much fun with me!” 

“I would never,” Shoko threw your words back at you as she shut the front door to your shared apartment. 

The vibrations of the door closing reverberated throughout the flat, confirming Shoko’s departure. You quickly opened up your messages. 

Satoru She gone? 

You Yep

You locked your phone and got out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. You stripped out of the long pyjamas and threw on pyjama shorts and a tank top, quickly brushing your teeth and flattening your hair. 

A quiet knock on the front door signalled Satoru’s arrival, and you washed out your mouth and ran to the door to greet him. 

He stood tall in the hallway, a black hoodie and his hair loose, the white strands looking slightly dull in the warm light. 

“Hey,” You smiled at him, heat rising to your cheeks as you watched his eyes trail down your body from behind his round black sunglasses despite the darkness outside. 

He didn't say anything as he stepped forward to capture your lips with his, a cheeky smirk on his mouth. You had half a mind to close and lock the door behind him as he walked you back into the living area, his hands on your hips. 

“Nice to see you,” You mumbled bitterly on his lips. Gojo laughed when he felt you pull on the ends of his hair. 

He leaned back from your face, his eyes heavy and dimples visible. “I know you missed me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his bicep. "Dick."

Satoru laughed, pursing his lips in mischief.

Sighing, you slid your hands to his waist while he moved to your cheeks. 

“Not going to the party?” You asked, already knowing his answer.

He scoffed and kissed your forehead, leaving his lips there. “Can’t.” 

“Why?” You teased, shoving your hands under his hoodie to run your fingers along the skin of his abdomen. 

He shivered and looked down at you. “Got a hot date.” 

Your eyes widened, and your lips opened in false shock. Satoru’s fingertips traced your jaw softly, his head tilting with eyes full of desire. 

“A hot date, yeah?” 

His lips on yours stopped you, and you pushed his hair off his forehead, running your hands back to sit behind his neck. Satoru laid you on the couch, toeing his shoes off. He climbed on top of you, his long limbs covering you. 

Satoru pulled away, his nose brushing yours. “Some would go as far as to say the hottest date ever.” 

You shook your head shyly, laughing with your hands in his hair. As his mouth moved to your neck, you brought him closer. 

You felt Satoru’s teeth on your skin as he grinned. 

“When’s Shoko back?” He muttered, continuing his attack on your neck. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed his thigh between your legs. “Later.” 

Satoru paused and pulled away. “I need specifics.” 

You sighed and looked at the ceiling, furrowing your eyebrows at his antics. “Like, 11.” 

He smiled again and pecked your lips. “Perfect.” 

Shoko’s yelling from the kitchen woke you up. You rolled over in bed, body aching as you reached for the pillow beside you and shoved your head under it. “Y/n, get out here right now!” 

Usually, you could tell the difference between Shoko’s exclamations of excitement, joy, anger, exasperation, and upset. But right now, it was a mixture of all five that scared you the most. 

You hopped out of bed, and when you realised your bare body, you tossed on a hoodie that had previously been on the floor. “Just a second!” 

Shoko was pacing; you could tell. You combed through your memories of last night, blushing at the thought of most of them, but you couldn’t remember forgetting anything in the living room. 

Opening your bedroom door, Shoko walked back and forth between the kitchen counter and couch, her thumbnail between her teeth. 

“Sho,” You said, catching her attention. The brunette’s head shot up at the sound of your voice, and she rushed over. 

“Suguru and I kissed last night!” She exclaimed, latching onto the backs of your arms. 

Your mouth hung open at the news, although your heart lept for her. “No way.” 

“And then I asked him if it was good,” She cringed, screwing her eyes shut.

You scrunched your nose. “You didn’t.” 

“I did!” Shoko gasped. “He’s our best friend. Why would I do something so stupid?”

“Shoko!” You interrupted her anxiety-ridden questions. “He’s known and liked you forever. Suguru wouldn’t ruin your friendship like that. He knew what he was doing when he kissed you.” 

Shoko sighed and tilted her head. 

“Shit,” Her voice was higher than usual as she pondered your response. “Okay. That made me feel better.” She let go of your arms. 

“Seriously?” 

Shoko nodded and then groaned. “We have to see him this afternoon.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Satoru invited us to the house to hang out this afternoon. So, Suguru will be there, obviously.” 

Satoru and Suguru were part of a frat, so they lived in a house, not a college dorm or an apartment. You had been there countless times during college due to the parties they threw, but mostly because you were in a friend group with the boys, Shoko and Utahime, whom you hadn’t seen in a while. 

The problem was, nobody knew you and Satoru were seeing each other—it was more of a friends-with-benefits situation than a secret relationship deal, much to your dismay. 

But, at the sound of his name, you blanched. Shoko had turned around to pace again so she didn’t see your surprised expression. “Uh—Yeah, okay. Sounds good.” 

She spun around sharply. “Why did you hesitate?” 

 “I didn’t,” Your eyes widened.

But Shoko shook her head. “You did. Why? Is it Satoru?” 

Your breath got stuck in your throat. “No, why would it be him?” 

Shoko shrugged. “He just wasn’t there last night. Someone said he was on a date, and I was going to ask you if you knew, but I suspected it was a sensitive topic for you because you have a crush on him.” 

You sighed in relief, masking it as a disappointed one. “Who he dates is none of my business. And I don’t have a crush on him.” 

“But it is! You’re best friends; did he not tell you?” Shoko said, ignoring the last part of your sentence. 

“No, Shoko.” 

She gasped. “What a dick.” 

Then, with a flick of her hand, she walked back to her room. “I’ll get it out of him one way or another.” 

When Shoko closed her bedroom door, you wiped your eyes with your fists to rid your eyelids of images of Satoru from last night. 

At 4 pm, you and Shoko stood outside Satoru and Suguru’s frat house. It was much cleaner than the others but still held a faint stench of alcohol and sensuality—much like every fraternity house. 

“It’ll be okay, Sho. It’s just Suguru, who you’ve known for ages. Nothing to be afraid of,” You reassured Shoko as you knocked on the door. Usually, you would walk straight in, but from recent experiences, you’ve learned to wait and give the other house members a warning before entering. 

“I could say the same thing about Satoru. He’s not scary, Y/n; just talk to him,” She replied. 

You felt guilty for not telling her about you and Satoru’s situationship. It was years in the making. 

“Hey, losers,” A voice you would know anywhere spoke when he opened the door. You looked up at him through your lashes as he grinned at you. 

Satoru wore a black shirt and grey sweatpants. His hair was loose with his neck and hickeys exposed. 

Shoko gasped at the sight of them. “So you did go on a date last night!” She pointed at him, and Satoru gave her a tight-lipped smile. 

“Not that I’m trying to hide it, but how does everyone know?” He asked, glancing at you. 

“Not everyone,” Shoko poked her thumb in your direction. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell Y/n.” 

Satoru’s eyebrows jerked upward. “I didn’t tell anyone directly, Shoko.” 

The shorter girl hummed and slipped inside through the gap between Satoru and the doorframe. “I’m watching you, Gojo.” 

He rolled his eyes and turned to face you when Shoko was gone. “Hi.” 

You smiled at him. “Hello, Satoru. Have a good night?” 

“Great night, actually. Thanks for asking,” He smirked, stepping aside to let you inside. 

You could feel Satoru’s eyes on you throughout the afternoon and into the night. You had snuck a few glances at most for fear the others would notice, but Satoru didn’t have a care in the world. He openly stared at you, drinking in your body while swimming in thoughts from the night before. 

Shoko had been looking between the two of you, connecting the dots in her head while she and Suguru spoke softly. They had been trying to figure out the odd behaviour of their best friends for a while, feigning innocence when asked about it. From disappearing at the same time during classes to making excuses on nights of planned events, they quickly realised that you and Satoru were together, and it was just a matter of time before everyone else came to the same conclusion. 

It seemed Utahime was next as she glanced at Shoko before she spoke. Shoko shook her head, but it was too late to intervene. 

“Satoru?” Utahime snapped. Her face was void of emotion as she called him. 

“Yeah?” His gaze lazily swung to her, a dimple visible as he smirked. He hadn’t been bothered to tuck the loose hair behind his ears, allowing a few strands to hang over his eyes, something he knew you loved.

“Aren’t you getting bored ogling Y/n?” 

Suguru, Shoko, a few other frat boys, and their guests looked in Satoru’s direction and then yours. 

Satoru shrugged, his gaze leaving her to focus on you again. “No.” 

You felt heat rush your cheeks as his eyes looked directly into yours across the room. 

“What about your date last night? Wouldn’t she be upset you’re checking out another girl?” Hana, one of the sorority girls, asked. Her friends around her whacked her shoulders after she spoke. 

Satoru exhaled deeply and then stood up. He didn’t reply as he walked into the kitchen. 

“Satoru?” Hana called. 

“Yes, Hana?”

“Who was the girl?” 

Satoru returned to the living room with a beer bottle in his hand. “Doesn’t matter. Nobody’s business but my own.” 

You felt a sharp pang in your chest. 

“But everyone wants to know. Is she your girlfriend?” 

Satoru poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and let out an easy laugh. The room grew quiet as everyone listened in. 

“No, Hana. She’s not,” His forefinger brushed the side of his nose. 

“Does she even go to college? Is she older?” Hana giggled with a few of the other girls. Their laughter made you bite your bottom lip in discomfort. “Is it someone’s mom?” 

The other frat boys hollered at the mention of an older woman, but Satoru glanced at you while the girls were conspiring, annoyance painting his features. A muscle in his jaw twitched. 

“Why does it matter?” He spat, sitting on the couch. He raised an eyebrow at her and watched Hana shrink in her seat. 

“I guess it doesn’t, jeez,” Hana had a look of disgust on her face. “Dickhead.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” Satoru stood up again with his hands out in front of him, the neck of the bottle swinging between his fingers. “But at least I’m not one of those people like you who get off on gossiping about other people’s lives. Fuck off.” 

The room sat in awkward silence, so Satoru threw his arm up and took the stairs two at a time to get to his room quicker. 

Shoko winced, her teeth together as she looked at you in question. You widened your eyes and shook your head in unknowing. 

Someone across the room cleared their throat and started chatting again to break the tension. 

“We should go,” Shoko said to Suguru, getting your attention. Then she kissed him and hopped off the lounge. “Let’s go.” 

Your eyes widened at your best friends' interaction, and you followed her out, waving back at Suguru. 

“I should’ve followed him,” You said as you got into the passenger seat of Shoko’s car. 

“Why?” She asked, and you knew she knew. You gave her a deadpan look, and she gasped and turned to face you in the small car. 

“You bitch! You and Satoru are dating!” Her smile was wide. 

You scrunched up your face. “What? No, we’re not dating.”  

Shoko’s face dropped, confusion replacing her once excited manner. “What?” 

“We’re not dating. We’re, like, you know,” You avoided telling it how it was. It hurt you too much sometimes. 

“Fucking?” 

You cringed. “Yeah.” 

Shoko shrugged and turned her key in the ignition. She could tell you didn’t want to speak on it further. “Better than not, right?” 

You sighed, smiling sadly at her. “Sometimes.” 

Satoru had briefly mentioned he was coming over. You warned Shoko that he would be over, to which she giggled. 

“I can’t believe it,” She sighed. “The two biggest losers in the universe are hooking up. And nobody figured it out until now. Insanity.”

You ignored her as you gave your eyelashes a final swipe of mascara. Shoko sat on your bed and watched you finish up your preparation. She found it fascinating that you had kept this a secret for so long despite her purposeful attempts at making you slip up. 

“You’re being safe, right?” Her tone was laced with concern, and you were surprised at her sudden question. 

You nodded and spun around on the floor in front of the mirror. “Nothing to worry about, Sho.” 

“I mean emotionally. Is being with him like this worth it? Is it what you want?” You know she didn’t mean any harm; she was just asking the real questions, but the sudden turn in conversation had you reeling. 

You sighed and turned back to the mirror, a blush brush between your fingers. 

“No, I don’t think so,” You refused to think about the future and how this situation would affect your friendship in the long run. Maybe you would’ve asked him out in another life instead of suggesting this.

Shoko nodded and decided not to press further. She put a smile on her face; whether it was false for your sake, you didn’t ask. 

“What time did you say he was getting here?” She sat scrutinising her dark nail polish as she asked. 

You glanced at your phone lock screen. “Now.” 

Shoko simply laughed and stood up, hearing the expected knock on the front door. 

“Don’t embarrass him too much.”

“I will,” She winked and went to greet him. 

Shoko opened the front door, and by the look on Satoru’s face, he wasn’t expecting to see her. 

Satoru stammered before he spoke. “Shoko! Hi, how are you?” His voice twinged with unusual nervousness, and he shoved his hands in his pockets. Shoko smiled sarcastically at him. 

“I didn’t know you were coming over tonight,” Then she peered into the hallway. “Is Suguru coming up too?”

“Uhm, uh, no. I just need to help Y/n with something.”

“What? Classwork, notes, outfit options?” She squinted at him in suspicion. 

Satoru smiled awkwardly at her. “Yeah, uh, class stuff.” 

“What class?” 

“You know….” His cheeks flushed a light red, a laugh escaping his lips. 

Shoko furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. He was awful at lying when put on the spot, but she guessed that was a good thing. Satoru tucked his hair behind his ear and refused to meet her eyes.

“You are hopeless,” Shoko sighed. “Well, I gotta get going; I’m meeting Suguru for dinner.” 

She turned and walked back inside to grab her bag. Shoko brushed past you in the hallway. “Come on! He's so bad at this,” She exasperated. All you did was laugh, and then Shoko squeezed past Satoru to leave. 

“You have fun now!” Shoko winked and Satoru paled. 

Once Satoru knew she was in the elevator, he shut the door behind him, and you walked out of your room to see him wringing out his hands anxiously. 

“Nice chat with Shoko?” 

Satoru sighed and shook his head, breaking a smile. “Fuck. You didn’t tell me she would be here.” 

You put your hands up in surrender. “You told me when you were coming over.” 

He nodded and walked toward you. “Guess I should’ve asked first.” 

“No, that was pretty entertaining,” You contemplated, looking into his eyes. The blue turned darker the longer you stood there. 

“You’re so—” Satoru grabbed at your waist, tickling your sides. You screamed in laughter, trying to push his hands off you. 

“Get off!” You squealed when he picked you up. Making his way to your room, Satoru snickered beside your head, his hot breath in your ear before throwing you on your bed. 

You watched Satoru strip out of his white hoodie, leaving him in just a black tee and grey sweats before he clambered on top of you. “You’re gonna pay for that.” 

“Really?” You teased, an eyebrow raised. 

Satoru nodded, pushing flyaways out of your face softly. “Would I lie to you, baby?” 

You giggled and brushed his stomach. “Yeah, I guess I would know if you were lying. Your performance before was shit.” 

And then Satoru’s long fingers found your sides again.

“Come on!” Shoko ran into your room with her phone clutched in her hand as she urged you to hurry up. “We’re going to be late!” 

You touched up your make-up and ensured your hair cooperated before leaving.

Shoko practically pulled you towards the Uber, giggling when you nearly tripped. It was clear a few beverages were consumed before she entered your room.

Once on your way, you fished your phone out of your bag, seeing texts from Satoru, who was already seemingly drunk. 

Satoru When are will you b here I saved yu a seat on the couch u look so hot right now i knw it

Heat rose to your cheeks as you read the last one. You shoved your phone back in your bag and sat in anticipation. 

Upon arrival, the frat house was already overflowing with college students, most of whom you’d never seen before. You glanced at the sky; the stars were bright as they twinkled across the deep indigo sky. 

Walking up to the house with Shoko, you already had to sidestep empty beer cans and vodka bottles, cringing when someone threw up in the garden to your right. 

Shoko threw you a disgusted look. “I hate these people.” 

You pushed her shoulder and laughed. “You wanted to come!” 

The brunette nodded solemnly and took the front steps two at a time. A group of guys pushed past you as you entered, the stench of sweat and beer leaking from their pores. You wrinkled your nose and hit Shoko’s back softly so she would walk faster. 

“Geto!” You could barely hear her over the music, but when Shoko disappeared into the crowd, you knew she’d spotted Suguru. Standing on your own, you pushed onto your toes to try and search for Satoru. The house was glowing a deep red due to the overhead lights, making it difficult to see.

Satoru usually wasn’t hard to find due to his height and head of white hair. Yet, he was nowhere in sight. You sighed and dropped to your feet before squeezing through the crowd to the kitchen.

Red solo cups and glass bottles littered the countertop, puddles of unknown liquid dripping onto the floor. Stepping around the island, you noticed a girl from your class pouring drinks.

“Hey!” She said, handing you a cup. “Jungle juice?” 

Her bright eyes watched your forehead crease in curiosity and disgust as you took the cup from her. “Thanks?” 

She laughed and continued talking to a guy in her finance course. 

“Have a good night, Y/n!” She called after you. 

You slipped back into the throng of people, sipping the concoction and nearly gagging. Gross.

“Y/n?” A deep voice exclaimed, causing you to turn. You saw Kenji push through to get to you, and you tried to mask your surprise. Kenji had graduated two years before you and your friends and had something going on with Utahime—something you didn’t dare ask the girl for fear you’d get your lips sewn together. 

“Kenji, hi,” You smiled. “What’re you doing here?” 

He shrugged. “I was bored and decided to check out the party.” 

Conversations with Kenji typically went like this—small talk about college classes and jobs and why the alcohol the frat was handing out was so shit. 

“Where’s Satoru? You’re usually attached at the hip,” His question sent a jab to your stomach. You were reminded you didn’t know where he was.

“Not sure. I’ll have to find him. It was nice seeing you, Ken,” You genuinely smiled at him, and Kenji nodded.

“You too, Y/n. Good luck trying to find him.” 

You laughed and went to the outside area, where you assumed Satoru would be. With no luck, you turned back inside. But before you could search for Shoko instead, you caught him rushing up the stairs. 

Shoko, who you had also been looking for, called your name from the couch and motioned for you to talk to him. You knew she knew what was going on. 

So, this time, you went against your better judgement and followed him upstairs with Shoko’s eyes following you.

You knew which room was his and didn’t knock as you entered. 

Satoru sat on his bed. A half-empty beer bottle sat forgotten on his desk as his eyes traced patterns in the carpet. 

“Baby,” You whispered, shutting the door behind you. 

“No,” He said sharply, not meeting your eyes. "Go away."

Your forehead creased, and your chest hurt at his immediate dismissal. 

“Satoru,” You sighed. “What happened? I'm not leaving until you tell me.”

It was a childish attempt, but you were desperate to know why he was so upset. 

He shook his head and looked up, pain swimming in his blue eyes behind his usual black sunglasses. “There’s nothing to speak about.” 

You took a step towards him, your concern flipping to irritation. “There is—” 

“There isn’t!” Satoru exclaimed and stood up. “You made up your mind when you laid down the rules for this.” His hand motioned between you, and you knew what he was mad about. He had obviously seen you talking to Kenji, got the wrong idea, and then anxiety overran his rational mind. 

“We were supposed to be just friends, Satoru,” You reminded him, avoiding eye contact because if you did, you would cave. You wanted to see how far this would go, to see if he actually loved you like you wanted him to. “Nowhere did it say either of us had the right to get jealous. We were supposed to be just hooking up.”

“Just friends?” Satoru shook his head, a spiteful smirk on his face. “Do you know how stupid that sounds? Look at us!”

Oh, how quickly this had escalated. 

You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. Sure, you had gotten uncontrollably jealous in recent months when you saw him flirting with girls, and sure, you had cried yourself to sleep when he didn’t text you back, but you always denied it was because you loved him. Yet, the realisation didn't surprise you because you were expecting it.

Satoru shook his head and jabbed his thumb into his hard chest. “I’m getting jealous over some guy simply talking to you! That shouldn’t happen between just friends.” 

“That’s not my fault! We agreed to stay friends.” 

“You agreed to that, remember? I just sat there while you rattled out those stupid rules.”

“I know!” You pleaded, your hands in front of you as you watched his bored expression. You tried to stop yourself from saying the following words, but you couldn't deny yourself or him the potential of a relationship. It wasn't fair.

“I wish I hadn’t.” 

“Why?” His voice was indifferent, but you could see a spark in his eye.

“You know why.” 

Satoru stood up from his spot on the bed. “I want to hear you say it.” 

“Satoru, please.” You begged, closing your eyes.

“Y/n, say it,” He whispered, his voice dropping from its previous frustrated tone. “Because if you don’t, I will live the rest of my life in regret for ending things with you.” 

You blinked at him, your eyes weary as you stepped closer. “Satoru.” 

“Please, Y/n. I need to know that this was all real.” 

You sighed, reaching up to caress his cheek. Satoru leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“I love you, and I have since I met you,” You uttered, your voice soft and warm. Satoru visibly exhaled and took your hands in his. “And if you don’t love me back, I’ll live the rest of my life in complete and utter embarrassment for misreading this.” 

Satoru rolled his eyes playfully, and the corner of his mouth turned upward as you threw his words at him.

“Of course I love you,” He whispered. “Never think any different, okay?” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Well, I think there’s been a glitch in our system.” 

Satoru tilted his head. “A good glitch?” 

You nodded. “A great one.”

[reiyaus]

fem reader intended | part two of this

fratboy! gojo who meets up with you after getting your contact info the other night, laptop prepared to explain the important of card trading.

fratboy! gojo who, for once, finds it fun to converse with someone other than his small circle of friends. he can't deny the fact he finds you cute when you get confused- not like he'll tell anyone. (more under cut!)

fratboy! gojo whose friends are starting to notice that he isn't partying as much as he did before, but instead, actually attending his classes. to say that they were surprised is an understatement.

fratboy! gojo who walks with you during breaks only to hear you talk, whether it be about pokémon or whatever. with you, he can escape the frat-party life and settle down into a mellow, drunk-free personality. sure he can do that with his friends, but it comes naturally when with you.

fratboy! gojo who sets up chill hangouts when he realizes you aren't as interested in loud environments as him. from walks in the parks, a 1-hour pottery session, or cafe hopping around town- you find yourself enjoying every second of it.

fratboy! gojo who introduces you to his friends, embarrassed when they mention how he'd turn off dnd just to check if you replied. you laugh, comparing him to a clingy dog (which he is) and he feels himself dying even more.

fratboy! gojo who decides that he wants to properly confess his feelings for you during the night of valentines. take you out like normal and bring out the gift he prepared in his trunk. simple, right?

fratboy! gojo who couldn't stop cheesing anytime you looked away, yet acting flustered whenever you noticed. in his mind, he was the greatest at hiding his emotions- but you knew right away that something was up. considering how he asked to match with you, on valentines day.

fratboy! gojo who brings you to a secluded part of the beach where you could see the stars clearly, and has to calm himself down before making a fool out of himself (like he hasn't already).

fratboy! gojo who starts off by bringing up the first day you met, chuckling at how he found quietude in the midst of a party.

fratboy! gojo who takes your hands in his so gently, smiling at how well yours molded together. with one hand holding yours, he reaches into the back of his car and brings out the small basket he made.

fratboy! gojo who filled the basket up with your favorite snacks, a box of high-quality trading cards, a bracelet, and most importantly, a multipage, hand-crafted letter. stuck onto the back, was a candid polaroid he took of you the first time you hung out. aka, the day he realized he loved you.

fratboy! gojo who stumbles across his words, unable to properly convey the script he had in mind. his worry took over him when you didn't respond to anything he said.

fratboy! gojo who pauses after hearing your laugh, and looks up to see the same eyes he fell in love with staring right at him with such adoration. you're smiling. and soon, he finds himself smiling even harder.

fratboy! gojo who has to stop himself from cheering when you formally accept his confession. going as far as to exit out the car to give you the warmest embrace. melting in your arms, he finally has all the reason to kiss you on the cheek.

boyfriend! gojo who slowly retires from the party-life (and possibly playboy), and while still remaining in his frat- he'd very much rather spend his nights with you in his arms.

restful and content, satoru couldn't have asked for a better way to meet you.

a/n: for that one person who wanted it to be platonic... im sorry [sweat]... NEXT TIME! i really want to write "intimacy with platonic!gojo" or any other jjk character. also ignore how i portrayed gojo as a playboy (kind of) in the first part, i lowk forgot abt that when writing pt 2

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