frat!gojo can’t resist choso’s sister | 16+
afab!reader, frat!gojo, slightly suggestive, no explicit content, reader is choso’s sister & 22, gojo is 23 as well as choso, tiny mention of drugs, implied plug!choso
being choso’s sister came with a lot of perks. free weed (mostly), free rides & food just to name a few. but your favourite?
his hot frat brother, satoru gojo.
when choso had first - reluctantly - invited you over to the frat to petsit his pet cat gege - (he couldn’t trust any of his frat bros) - he laid down a few ground rules. pretty simple ones like don’t overfeed gege, only feed him certain foods or stomach would be upset but the golden rule had nothing to do with his cat.
‘do not, and i repeat, do not flirt with my frat brothers.’
you nodded and smiled sweetly. an act, really because as soon as satoru gojo entered the frat house, the rule had been forgotten.
you love your brother, you really do but.. sometimes a girl has got to put herself first.
the door to gojo’s room swings open, and you stand there holding choso’s cat.
gojo raises a brow and looks you up and down, a low appreciative whistle leaving his mouth, ‘damn little kamo, always one for an entrance huh?’
you smirk, ‘oh come on toru.. don’t act coy. don’t act like you didn’t miss me.’
oh, yeah. you had met gojo before. lots of times. lots of places. lots of positions.
you had met at a party the frat had thrown. choso was away for the weekend chaperoning your little brother yuji to a baseball taster session, and you knew that was the perfect time to strike.
you and gojo found each other like magnets. your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. so inevitably, you began hooking up secretly. frequently.
‘don’t be so cocky, sweetheart. you know my roster is long.’
your brow furrows for a moment, but you recollect yourself.
‘oh, so your roster knows that you whimper when you get ridden, right?’
he freezes. satoru gojo does not whimper. well, maybe once. okay fine maybe three times but thats besides the point.
‘or do you only whimper for me?’ you smirk knowing you have him exactly where you want him. you gently place the cat outside of gojo’s room and close the door. ‘come on ‘toru.. won’t you whimper for me again?..’ you slide your shirt over your head and drop it to the floor.
gojo gulps. god he knows he shouldn’t be doing this… again. choso is his bro, he promised himself he would stop, he—
you spread his legs and slide yourself into his lap. ‘hm?’ you play with his undercut, your nails grazing over the back of his neck.
