“your a brat” “if being a brat means i don’t drink fifty cent beer then fine, I'll be one."
usually, the fraternities and sororities stick their own side of campus but for some reason— they called all presidents for a residential meeting in the sorority and frat dorms, now it was you and Sukuna going back and forth like cats and dogs. “it’s cheap beer and it gets me drunk anyway” he rolled his eyes, staring down at you with his beefy arms they’d look good pinning you down “yeah and it takes like fifty cans to actually get you drunk, it’s practically water!” “look princess, my beer cost fifty cent, you and your girls drink forty dollar wine that barely even gets you drunk.” you rolled your eyes before scoffing, “wine does more than watered down beer!” now usually in this argument, it would end with the class president stopping you both but it ended up back your dorm in the sorority house. being the sorority’s president, you didn’t share a room, your own single dorm with your own single bathroom with a shower, bathtub, double sink and a toilet, how nice. two bottles of wine left empty on the floor and now you and Sukuna sitting next to the empty bottles hiccuping and all on each other. you sit on his lap straddling him, finger in his face. “now you- you listen here” hiccup “your so drunk off your ass your on the floor!” you laughed, eyes narrowed when the room became all too bright after drinking the first bottle of wine. “your so annoying..” he murmured, a slight grin on his lips. “and you Tappa Kegga dogs aren’t supposed to fuck with us Beta Chi’s” you laughed, the sweet smell of wine running off your breath and into his face. his arms around your waist and hands cupping your ass. “your so drunk you don’t even realize where your sitting.” he grunted, visibly swallowing his spit. your smile slightly faltered as you looked down … and there you were, sitting on his lap, suddenly very aware of what that bulge was under you. “your disgusting.” you whined, already attempting to get off of him. “just stay right here f’me…” he grinned softly, leaning back against your carpeted floor, his back resting against it. you let out a groan as you watched him fall asleep, “even in sleep your grip is tight….” you mumbled. after a few seconds of struggling drunkly, you chose to give up, laying your head on his chest and falling asleep along with him.
so there it was— the two greek presidents that were meant to hate each other and had been hating eachother since earning their presidential title ended up falling asleep together on the floor drunk.
after a long days work, sitting on your knees was something you expected, especially for your husband Nanami.
you sat on the cold floor, hands on your knees, mouth full and throat stretched. “you’ve been staying at home being so good f’me..” he groaned out, one hand on the back of your head pushing you down while pulling your hair, the other gripping his scarf as it sits wrapped around his hand.
his hand tightened around your hair, pulling you further down his cock as his head fell back, strained moans and staggered breaths leaving his lips. “oh god,”
“mmh” you moaned against his shaft, the vibrations traveling up and making his scrotum tighten. he looked down at you with low eyes, his blonde hair messy and his glasses discarded somewhere with his suit jacket.
the matching pants down at his ankles as you choked on his member, the tip practically hitting your uvula, feeling every vein, dip and curve in your mouth.
you looked up at him, his eyes fluttering shut and struggling to remain onto you— nonetheless, they were on you as you performed witchcraft in his eyes.
in all of Nanami’s now 28 years, he’d never gotten head this well.
( yall im so fckn hurt , i had a longer Reiner fanfic with female receiving but tumblr DELETED my draft. )
the days after a party aren’t completely awkward just weird when you slept at the party house…
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part ll
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the morning that you waited to deal with Satoru asleep on you had came faster than you thought.
it only felt like you’d been asleep for a minute or two but when you blinked and looked around you saw a pair of blue eyes staring you down and the sun hitting his pale skin.
however, they were the same eyes just.. different.
oh! he had on glasses.
eyes squinting up at him, he smiled.
“morning” you hummed in response, rolling over to the edge of the bed and sitting up, stumbling while holding your head. “shit.” you murmured, damn near falling on him.
he caught you by your shoulders and sat you back down on the edge. “you have class today?” he nodded.
“humanities from twelve to three, i’ll probably be back around four to pick you up”
you nodded, smiling softly as you inhaled for a sigh— there was the smell. wood, vanilla and coffee. this was the Satoru scent.
you released the sigh with a noticeable smile, “what?” he asked, his eyes softer than they were the previous night.
shaking your head you looked down at your outfit, still the skimpy costume latched onto your skin like it was threatened to move.
“if you wanna change i have some clothes in my closet” you nodded and got up, wobbling slightly before walking to the closet.
you grabbed a matching set, gray hoodie with gray sweats. “can i wear this?” he nodded, walking towards the door of his bedroom as he grabbed his keys. “professor Gakuganji hates me” you smiled, “that old man doesn’t hate anyone” “you’d be surprised.” you shrugged and watched as he walked out, locking the door from the outside.
another sigh left your lips before you began moving to change, pulling off the tight nurse dress, the matching headband discarded somewhere-- it was only five dollars so its fine. your heels left on Satoru's carpeted floor faced downwards.
by the time you finished changing into his clothes, it sounded like the frat house was moving. tv's were heard blasting, girl heels clicking down the hallway followed by heavy steps, probably from the guys.
you smiled and tied your hair up into a low bun, flopping back in the bed on your back. you looked around the room, it was very... different than what you expected to say the least. the pale blue walls similar to his eyes with black trim around the door, across the walls, etc.
it was very clear Satoru Gojo's favorite color was blue.
the wall decorations actually contrasted with the wall color but you just guessed it was a good thing. the posters on his walls were new bands like Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Mudhoney and Weezers, somehow all his posters blue no matter the bands signature color.
you grabbed the blackberry phone off of his nightstand and looked at the time "12:00.." you murmured, Satoru should be in class now unless he wants to deal with Gakuganji. you opened your phone and went to messages, seeing a shit ton from Shoko screaming over text, telling you how big Geto was, how she enjoyed it and how she rode him till the "wheels fell off".. right.
the same Shoko you met freshman year college who was convinced she was gay after being afraid of dick whether she had control or the man did. you smiled, skimming over the messages before just leaving her on read, leaving the app and moving over to your MySpace account.
as soon as you opened the app, all the notifications hit the little phone in your hands, being convinced it would blow up, you set it back down on his nightstand and stood, walking over to the dresser where his tv and the remote sat. picking up the remote you opened the channels, news, live bands, of course in the terrible quality of the early 2000's.
mentally you felt ashamed, surely the private academy could afford better quality, they were racking in millions of dollars a year.
a sigh left your lips as you sat on the edge of Satoru's bed with the remote still in your hand, scrolling through the tv channels with a bored look etched on your face.
you began to look around, it felt awkward— you were stuck in a boys room who you didn’t know from a party in the middle of the night.
as realization kicked in and the high of the party wore off your hands got clammy, mouth dry and suddenly a raging headache.
you reached for a random empty grocery store bag and began stuffing your clothes in it. grabbing your costume dress, heels, mini purse, the thong you wore and all.
suddenly there was a knock, followed by two more.
knock
knock
knock
“hello?” you called out, quickly shoving all your items in at once— to hell with organizing it.
suddenly, the key hole began to move as whoever was on the other side began to unlock the door.
you moved to the window, trying to open the jammed thing, ready to jump out when suddenly, the door opened quicker. there stood Geto and Shoko.
“girl.. what are you doing?” she smiled.
at the sight of your friend, you climbed off the window seal, the plastic bag on the floor.
“i was about to get outta here but it’s just you…” smiling sheepishly, you rubbed the back of your nape, slightly embarrassed.
Shoko looked up at Suguru before kissing his cheek and with that— he left, leaving you and Shoko.
after he left she waited a few moments before speaking in a hushed whisper, “so… did you two do it?”
you smiled, shaking your head. “no we just slept together, it was nice…” she rolled her eyes at your statement.
“you were supposed to get the dick!!” she squealed. running over, you slapped your hand on her mouth. “shut up!” you squealed back, earning a laugh from the girl.
“okay well, whatever.” she smiled, rolling her eyes as you removed your hand from over her mouth.
“what about when he was leaving, did you two get frisky then?” she asked, wiggling her brows as she walked further into the room, sitting on his bed with a dip in the mattress.
shaking your head again, she let out a whine— “oh come on!” you laughed, “we didn’t get frisky at all!” she let out a shriek, flopping on her back dramatically. “i just swore you two would’ve got together! it’s Satoru Gojo, the playboy! the guy everyone knows has a big dick! how did you pass up the opportunity?!”
just shrugging your shoulders, “when we came up here he was knocked out and i was tired, Shoko i dragged him up here into his bed” you explained.
she nodded, “so next time i’ll make sure you two fuck”. rolling your eyes you smiled, picking up the plastic bag with your stuff before grabbing your phone off the nightstand, walking out of Satoru’s room with Shoko scrambling off his bed and following, running after you.
“girl! are you even telling him your leaving?” she whispered as you both walked through the halls of the frat house before hitting the stairs, practically running down. “nope.” you smiled.
rolling her eyes again she whispered, “you have to! you can’t just irish goodbye!” “i don’t have to do anything Shoko. i’m not gonna be here for him to look at me and tell me to get out, that’s so awkward,” you muttered, unlocking the door and walking out, Shoko following next to you.
she sighed and followed you back to your shared dorm. “don’t be mad when he hunts you down..” she shrugged, “he’s not, we didn’t do anything for him to remember, hell, he’ll probably think i was just a dream.”
she smiled “if he thinks your a dream you must be the best one he’s ever had.” “spare me of your jokes ‘Sho” you grinned.
she shrugged, walking into your dorm and hopping on her bed, “i’m just sayin’ girl! last night you were hot.”
“he fell asleep on me” you deadpan, a slight smile still on your lips.
“okay so he’s comfortable around you!” “we just met” “oh.” a heavy silence filled your shared room as she awkwardly scratched her head, her brown bob moving with the scratches as she smiled slightly, “he.. trusts you?” she muttered, smiling with rosy cheeks, trying to find the best outcome in this situation.
“it’s fine Shoko, he’s not interested, i don’t even know if i want him seriously, he’s just cute.” you smiled.
she flashed you a sympathetic look before hopping off her bed and walking to you as you stood by your side of the closet, hanging up your nurse outfit and putting your heels on the display. she hugged you from behind, “it’s okay girl, we’ll find you a babe.” she smiled.
“i don’t need one, i honestly need to work on my studies.” she rolled her eyes playfully her signature move before releasing you, walking over to the vanity.
“go to the library or something,” she smiled.
you looked back at her, “fine, don’t call me crying when you fail your finals!” you called out playfully as you walked out.
the walk to the library wasn’t long and today’s weather was nice, the sun was out with few clouds and a blue sky, promises of a good day in the sky.
the library gorgeous with brown bricks on the outside and a small staircase into the building, a cafe in the east and the west of the building. walking in, everything was wooden.
polished wood floors, wooden tables, wooden chairs, wooden bookshelves, etc. you walked in and signed in at the front desk— if you had a book past due, you couldn’t rent anymore, rules about the university.
you looked around, skimming the surroundings when suddenly, a figure caught your attention.
White messy hair, glasses on the tip of his nose and his jacket discarded on a nearby chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing his forearms.
you froze up. it was him, Satoru.
he didn’t know you left his dorm unless Geto had said something about it so if he saw you, surely he’d be shocked.
you quickly moved to a random section of books which you later found out was psychology.
you murmured curses under your breath as you tried to think of his major earlier— humanities.
footsteps approached the shelves as you practically ran away, damn the long bookshelves.
you thought you got far until you felt a hand on your shoulder and warm breath down your neck. “hey,” he whispered.
your body tensed and muscles stiffened as you turned around, blue eyes staring down at you with a smile.
you turned slowly and looked up at him, he definitely looked… different. his hair was actually brushed and again— he had on glasses.
“do i know you?” you muttered, genuinely trying to see if you could get away with acting like you don’t remember. he smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “haha, very funny.” he murmured, grinning down at you.
mentally you cursed again before giving up, “you look different” you noticed. his glasses were the wire frames with a gold rim, they looked good on him. “a good different?” you smiled, shrugging lightly, “i dunno, like a—“ “a nerd huh?” he smiled.
“Suguru tells me all the time.” he added as you both walked around the library.
you two walked and walked in the silence of the library, the smell of fresh books and coffee filling your noses— oh, and the scent of Satoru which now lingered off his body. “so is this why you said you’d be kinda late coming back to the dorm? i remember you saying class ended at three but i wouldn’t see you till four”
he nodded. “after a class or two i come here just to study or decompress. you smiled, the party freak Satoru Gojo was actually kinda nerdy.
you looked up at him with a soft smile and he looked down at you, returning the gesture. “what?” he smiled. you shook your head. “nothing” you shrugged, turning back ahead as the two of you continued to walk through the wooden library.
after simply walking, you ended up at one of the cafe’s. “you want anything?” he asked, his arm now removed from around your shoulder and now brushing your hand as he grabbed his wallet, pulling out his card. “just hot cocoa,” you smiled.
he nodded and walked to the cashier, telling the guy his order as you walked over to a small wooden round table with two seats, sitting in one while waiting for Satoru to come back.
you watched him wait by the register, he glanced at you and smiled, waving as his cheeks turned pink when you waved back, smiling softly as well.
a quiet laugh left your lips as you watched him come back with your drinks, his hands turning pink from the hot mugs.
he quickly set them on the wooden table, one in front of you the other in front of him. he sat on the opposite side of the table, taking his glasses off and blowing on the drink as you did the same.
“thank you,” you murmured before sipping the hot chocolate from the hand painted mug, the students who work at the cafe also work in the art majors whether it be the fine arts or literally art class— the kids were good at their work.
his eyebrows furrowed slightly “for what?” he asked, genuinely confused as he sipped, burning his chin as a little bit of the cocoa dripped down.
you grabbed a napkin and dabbed at his pale skin, the paper towel soaking up the liquid before you spoke, “for paying for my drink?” you smiled.
“oh, it’s nothing” he shrugged. “still, thank you, Satoru” you smiled softly, setting the napkin down before drinking your own hot chocolate.
a few moments later both of you were finished, walking over to the area where you place the used mugs. as you set your mug down, his hand brushed yours.
stomach? flipping.
quickly, your hands pulled back and into the pockets of the sweatpants he let you wear.
despite your quick movements, he grabbed your wrist and placed your hand in his as the two of you walked to the sign out area of the library before walking out. “what dorm are you in?” he asked as the two of you walked on the concrete, shoes hitting the pavement softly. “the Tengen estate” he nodded, “wasn’t he out in the colonies and didn’t he die recently?” you nodded.
“I don’t know how but I do that he died, they announced it the day of the funeral but only a little bit of us went.” you shrugged. he began walking you to the dorm and soon enough the short walk came to an end even as he walked you inside. as you unlocked your door he stood behind you, committing the room number to memory “A128…” he muttered with a slight smile.
you nodded, “that’s my room” you smiled, opening the door and thank whatever god there is out there, Shoko was in the bathroom.
as you walked in, he remained on the outside of the door. “well..” you smiled softly, hand on the door knob.
suddenly, he grabbed you by your waist and kissed your lips softly, holding it but hesitantly like his lips could pull back if you even thought about pushing him away.
your eyes widened but slowly you reciprocated.. arms wrapping around his neck as his fully wrapped around your waist.
both of you pulled back and he smiled down at you, “i want to see more of you,” “you don’t even know me” you whispered.
“exactly.”
you smiled before pulling back, waving him away “goodbye Satoru,” you whispered as he began to walk away, he turned back as he continued walking, waving you goodbye as well.
October 31st, the night of Halloween at Jujustu Academies prestigious university was spent partying in the frat house of Pi Kappa Alpha, known as the sex manor.
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part l
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The smell of sex, weed and beer flooded the building. lights either flashed or remained an unnatural color, a red or a purple. for this to be a prestigious, private and well known school, the students weren't acting like it.
At the head of the room stood Satoru Gojo, the man in charge of the parties, festivals, all things fun. Next to him was Geto Suguru, the pair practically polar opposites. Gojo's hair white as snow, Geto's hair dark as the night, Satoru's skin pale, in winter if he got cold it looked like he'd turn pink meanwhile Suguru was tan, his skin resembling sand on a beach.
The two stood on a table chugging separate bottles of tequila while being egged on by the crowd, roars of cheers and just screams in general were heard over the trap music.
This was a party.
It wasn't the first party of the year but it was finally one that you attended. Everywhere you looked people were dressed up. Not gore dressed-- slutty dressed. Girls wore the classic nurse costume, some were black cats, duos were angels and devils, etc. boys either weren't in costume at all or were dressed like a male stripper.
You sat on the kitchen island counter with a blunt between your index and your thumb, Shoko sat next to you sipping out of a red solo cup some god awful pink acid looking drink with the stench of worldly liquors mixed. the bottle reading "popped pussy".
the blunt in your hands now considered a roach with how small it got. you and Shoko watched people come and go from the kitchen, few by themselves.
"this is boring" she slurred out, reaching over and pouring the pink battery acid out into the sink, dropping the cup in it as well as she sighed. "well we've been in the kitchen for fifteen minutes now" you murmured before exhaling the smoke held in your lungs. by now your lungs were probably black as charcoal.
you hopped off the counter with a loud clack from your heels on the marble floor followed by a click from Shoko's heels, her bob moving with gravity and her legs slightly trembling from drinking whatever battery acid she let in her system. “that shit was ass.”
“so why’d you keep drinking it?” you grinned, putting the blunt out with a flick in the trash. the two of you walked out of the kitchen, heads glancing over to the rave happening nearby in the living room.
a few passers were walked towards it and walking to the kitchen, you grabbed a tall blonde man by the collar, “what are they doing?” head gesturing over to the large crowd. the man looked down at you, his eyes low and tired, bangs slightly covering them. “that’s Satoru and Suguru, they’re drinking again” he murmured before walking off.
“well he looked like shit.” Shoko smiled, leaning over and stretching before she began walking over to the fun, followed by you.
the two of you walked to the crowd, pushing past them till you made it to the front. there stood on a glass table the host of the frat party dressed up in matching “costumes” if you’d call it that.
Satoru wore suspenders and a bow tie paired with a tight pair of black boxers, his white hair messy and slick with sweat sticking to his forehead while Suguru was dressed similarly with suspenders and a collar with a long tie, tight boxers on him as well. his hair tied in a low ponytail and both of them chugging two liter bottles of tequila and whiskey, their lips puckered around the finish.
you and Shoko both stared up at them, picking which host to cheer on. you cheering on Satoru with Shoko cheering on Suguru. After about a minute of screaming and cheering Suguru won, tossing his bottle into the crowd which landed in a random girls arms, causing her to scream, jump and faint on the floor.
Satoru finished drinking and rolled his eyes, pushing his damp hair back with his free hand before hopping off the table, landing in front of you.
a grin left his lips— a shit eating one.
“what are you supposed to be?” you smiled, putting a hand on your hip.
“i’m a waiter baby, at your service.” his grin widened if that was even possible as he stared down at you, his eyes pale blue and low as he stared down at you, his breath wreaking of tequila. “that’s so cringy.” you smiled, flicking his forehead and beginning to walk away.
“oh come on, it might’ve been cheesy but you liked it.” you glanced up at him, for a moment the smell of the party fading away to just the scent of Satoru. a mixture of some sort of fresh wood, vanilla and coffee.
when you zoned back in you saw him now leaned down hands on your waist. you looked up at him and examined his face, his grin lazily sitting on his lips, eyes low with slight bags under them, eyebrows thin with a silver glinting piercing on the left brow.
you reached a hand up to his cheek and pulled him in, kissing him softly. around two seconds later, you immediately pulled back. “shit.” you cursed, completely moving back, his hands lingering in the air where your figure was, murmuring a “sorry” past your lips as you began to look for Shoko who was aggressively making out with Geto on the carmen red velvet conversation pit couch.
“no your good,” he smirked, licking his lips to reveal a silver tongue piercing. “you just got piercings everywhere huh?” you asked playfully.
he smiled and nodded, pointing them out. eyebrow, nose, tongue and smiley. “cool” you shrugged before looking around, “thirsty?” you nodded.
he grabbed your hand as he began walking to the kitchen “you want liquor or water?” “water, i’m surviving off of weed and liquor.” he smiled and laughed.
the party which was lively and loud before now drowning out as you sat with Satoru in the kitchen, your eyes targeted onto him as he walked around— well, more like his back.
wide broad shoulders with deep traps, the pale skin adorned with a slight sheen of sweat from the LED lights and his jumping up and down stairs as the host of the party.
he handed you the water and stood next to you as you drank it, his eyes locked onto you really.
after a few sips you turned and looked up at him. “what?”
“you a freshman?” he murmured, slightly backing up.
you smiled before laughing, “nope, junior.” he let out a sigh of relief and started laughing with you. “thank god.” he smiled.
“you don’t know how many freshman’s have been coming to this shit.” he smiled. you nodded, “i remember this semesters first party was full of freshman’s fucking on the walls, in the kitchens, smoking up all the weed. didn’t the kid Choso bring pounds of it?” he nodded, confirming.
“still got that shit and it’s not even half empty.” he smiled and both of you began laughing, a mixture of genuine laughter then being high.
when your high anything is funny.
after a few more hours, Shoko found her way back to you as you sat on the patio with another blunt between your fingers, this one a real blunt and not a roach. next to you Satoru’s knocked out body leaning against the brick walls. “hey, Suguru said we can stay for the night.” she smiled, hickies clearly covering her neck down to where her corset started, surely there were more past that but hey, whose to judge?
you nodded and inhaled the smoke before looking down at Satoru with a small sigh as Shoko closed the patio doors. the loud music had died down as well as the parties, finally a successful party with no fights— no casualties either.
you looked up expecting to see stars only to be slapped in the face with clouds. “fuck,” you cursed out as you dipped the little bit of ash on the wooden plank floor. Satoru stirred around lightly before his head ended up on your shoulder.
you glanced down at him before rolling your eyes, mentally groaning at the feeling of his damp cold hair on your bare shoulders. you put the blunt in your mouth and stood up, grabbing Satoru by the arm and dragging him inside the house. the tall blonde guy from earlier walking down the stairs,
“hey do you know where Gojo’s room is?” you asked, words slightly, teeth clenching the blunt. “upstairs first door to the right, it’s hard to miss.” he murmured before slugging away, his hair even messier and his scent something expensive. you mumbled a thank you and began to drag Satoru upstairs, “deep sleep ass.” you grumbled before you made it up the stairs.
you glanced to the right where his room was promised to be only to see a large poster of himself on the door.
“awh hell naw” you laughed, staring at the picture. a photo of Gojo on the beach wearing sunglasses with a red open button down shirt. you laughed before twisting the gold handle revealing his room. the LEDS in there something close to a sapphire blue, the details in the room silver and somewhat punkish.
you dragged him over to the bed and tossed him on it, sighing and flopping on the bed with him. “sorry but i’m not sleeping on the floor” you muttered despite him being asleep. kicking off your heels and taking your glasses off as you got under the sheets, head resting on one of his pillows in the king size bed before immediately trying to fall asleep.
the feeling was taboo and felt unreal. you usually didn’t go to parties, Shoko was the party freak and she’d drag you or Utahime out to the club or just campus parties but tonight you were slightly glad you’d gone.
the name Satoru Gojo was simply a legend to you— the man who threw the best parties with the best drinks and the best weed was now laying in the bed with you.
you rolled over and stared at the ceiling before glancing over at his digital clock reading four AM yawning and closing your eyes, falling into a deep sleep for the night.
at the movement of you shifting in bed, Satoru let out a soft hum, reaching for the warmth in his bed which was you. his hand grabbed your waist and pulled you closer before stopping his movement all together, only the feeling of his chest rising and falling.
you looked down at his sleeping form before smiling softly and closing your eyes, dealing with it in the later morning…
