frat!sukuna has a massive crush on his shy tutor ! ⟡ : college au : flirting : sukuna has a soft spot for reader : pining : teasing : piv : oral sx (fem!receiving) : . . more as updated
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𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟 . . . fluff﹕ ❤︎ ◞ smut﹕ ✦ ◞ angst﹕ ×
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001 𓂃 frat!kuna likes to fluster his tutor ! ❤︎
002 𓂃 frat!kuna finds reasons to talk to his tutor outside of sessions ! ❤︎
003 𓂃 frat!kuna wants to hear your pretty noises ✦
004 𓂃 frat!kuna is a reward based learner ✦
005 𓂃 shopping for stationary supplies w frat!kuna ❤︎
BOSS IF YOU MAKE HER CRY ONE MORE TIME OUR STOCK PLUMMETS
❪ a part of ❫ ━━ the j in jujutsu corp stands for jeez why are we still working here...
the three times your workmates try to sabotage you for the lolz, and the three times you made your boss grovel for it.
content: language, crude humor, crack fic, modern office au, female reader, reader is a bit clueless for the plot and humor, reverse harem, the company stuff in this fic is not peer-reviewed
ストーリー synopsis: forced into a semester-long partnership, you and your effortlessly brilliant academic rival, satoru gojo, are stuck surviving late-night library sessions together. but as the caffeine crashes and the bickering turns into something softer, his armor drops—revealing that the intense competition was never about the top grade, but the only way he knew how to get you to notice him.
cw: academic rivals to lovers, forced proximity, tutoring and late night study sessions, mutual yearning, secret crush, soft satoru gojo, nerd satoru gojo, gojo satoru with glasses, hyper-fixation, academic stress, height difference, banter, witty dialogue, bickering, fluff, light angst, exhaustion-induced confessions, slow burn, idiots to lovers, protective satoru gojo, reader-insert, library basement settings, caffeine addiction, color-coded highlighters, coding and physics talk, background romance, holding hands under the desk, first kiss, foreheads resting together, confession scenes, soft domesticity disguised as studying
synopsis: with no friends and a wallet full of cash, you concoct one last idea to make your final semester one to remember. paying everyone's favorite pretty playboy to pretend to be your boyfriend to complete your college bucket list before you start the life your family is forcing you into. but you might be buying far more than you bargained for.
pairings: broke!Geto x rich!Reader x dropout!Sukuna
content: mdni, angst and fluff and smut, college au, fake dating, pining, yearning, falling in love, jealousy, hurt/comfort, piv sex, drunk sex, oral (m! + f! receiving), car sex, making out, drinking and parties, piercings/tattoos, complicated feelings, regret, healing, more tags in each part
you’re still holding the ceremonial fan they handed you, edges crinkled where your grip hasn’t relaxed since the ritual began. everything feels surreal in that post-event quiet: your hands still trembling slightly, your pulse belatedly catching up to the realisation that something irreversible has just taken place. standing a few steps away, your new husband is stuffing his face with higashi, looking strikingly composed in black silk. his montsuki bears the white crests of the gojo clan, which you are now a part of.
“it’s so weird,” you say after a while. “we’re actually married.”
he turns his head immediately, hand over his chest as though you just stabbed through his infinity and into his heart. “weird? wow. that’s cold. we’ve practically known each other since birth, and that’s what i get?”
“precisely.”
“well, for me personally, this is the romantic peak of my life.”
“you are so annoying.”
satoru crouches in front of you then, the hem of his hakama brushing the tatami. his hand balances loosely on one knee, the other still holding a pastel pink confection. he looks up at you from there, eyes level with yours.
“and yet, you chose little ol’ me.”
“i didn’t have much of a choice, did i?”
you flinch inwardly at how unkind it sounded, though that wasn’t your intent. it was merely the truth: it had been either satoru or the insufferable naoya zen’in, and you weren’t inclined to put yourself through avoidable misery. at that, the humour drains from satoru’s expression, replaced by a most uncharacteristic solemnity. he sighs, gaze flicking toward the shōji doors. somewhere beyond them, attendants whisper, but their voices fade to background noise.
“hey, for what it’s worth,” he smiles faintly, “from today onward, you don’t have to keep living to placate them. any of them.”
“them?”
“your clan. all that crap. whatever expectations they dumped on you,” his voice carries none of the usual levity. “that’s over. you’re under my protection now. and before you say anything—no, that doesn’t mean you owe me. you don’t have to love me. you don’t even have to like me. i just want you to have the freedom to live however you damn well please.”
without the blindfold or sunglasses, his crystalline blue eyes are phosphorescent behind the dense lattice of his pale lashes. platinum diluted into twin pools of crushed sapphire, shot through with hues that shouldn’t exist in any living creature.
“you’re being serious.”
“unfortunately, yeah. don’t spread it around; it’ll ruin my rep.”
you can’t help the small smile that slips through. “noted.”
“though, if you do fall for me somewhere along the way…” his head tilts, that familiar grin finally resurfacing, “i won’t hold it against ya.”
“you were doing so well.”
“what can i say,” he shrugs, popping the wagashi into his mouth. “growth takes time.”
tonight's food for thought: getting pregnant from a one night stand with porn star!sukuna's baby but when you cant contact him you decide to raise it with best friend!gojo who is definitely not painfully pining over you
