Synopsis - Nanami was never interested in relationships until he met you, Gojo’s new secretary. After seeing you and Gojo cuddled up, Nanami takes it upon himself to question your relationship with Gojo. Turns out Gojo’s helping you find a rich husband and Nanami’s willing to take that burden.
Word Count ~ 3.4K
Warning!/Tags ~ Age Gap, Sugar baby/Sugar daddy relationship, Yearning Nanami, Jealous Nanami, workplace relationship, switch Nanami, size kink, mating press, breeding kink
A.N - I've been wanting to do a black reader fic for so long! Also hope ya'lls memorial weekend has been good
Nanami never saw himself getting into a relationship. It never interested him. Never was appealing to him. He never understood why people were so desperate for a relationship; didn’t understand the happiness it brought, nor the pain.
Nanami had been curious back in high school, but since then he had become too busy to really explore any further. That was until he had met you. It had been an out-of-town work trip, boring like all the others. But there was something different about this trip.
A brown-skinned girl, with gorgeous brown eyes. Her curves hug every piece of fabric on her body. Her smile completely starstruck him, just her presence lit a fire to his body. She was completely perfect in his eyes, absolutely zero flaws.
You were Gojo’s new assistant, someone whose presence he sincerely enjoyed. Unlike everyone else in that stuffy building, you were a breath of fresh air. That’s why he hated seeing Gojo boss you around and hated the way the higher ups' eyes followed your every move. The old farts acted like they hadn’t seen a pretty woman in 50 years.
Never, Nanami thought. Never did he think he’d feel this way about someone, to want her so badly that his dreams were filled with her, that his body would react to any sort of touch, that his mind would replay and overthink every single interaction.
He thought he could get over it, thought he could ignore the burning sensation in his heart, that his little work crush would soon be forgotten. That was until he saw you outside of work. Through the window of a club. A tiny black dress, gold jewelry covering your body, Gojo’s hand wrapped around your waist?!
“Strictly professional~~” He remembers Gojo saying, Gojo repeating to Nanami over and over. It enraged him, seeing you so close to Gojo like that, knowing how he treated you in the office. He knew that Gojo wasn’t serious about you, like he wasn’t serious with all the other secretaries. Just another pretty woman added to his roster.
Nanami went home by himself that night. Drinking away his sorrows. His heart continuously grew heavier with each cup. He couldn’t believe it, he believed you deserved better than Satoru, better than all the men in that dingy club. You deserved him, but how would he convince you of such?
Nanami went to work the next day with a raging headache. His head was throbbing, and he could hear Gojo being loud from across the office. Today Nanami was more irritable than usual. Maybe it was the hangover, or the 100 emails in his inbox, or maybe it was the looming thought of you being in a relationship with Gojo. It pissed him off more than anything ever had, and today Gojo’s voice was about to be his last straw.
“Nanami?” Like a moth drawn to a flame, Nanami’s head instantly rose from the sound of your voice calling his name. Sweet like honey and as smooth as butter the sound of your voice was like heaven to his ears. His headache seemed to fade at the sound of your voice, a small, worried tone.
“Yes? Did I do something wrong with the file?” The two of you barely spoke if not about work, some good mornings, and small trivial interactions. Nanami yearned for more, but what was there to talk about? Other than the fact that he saw you cuddled up with Gojo. His eyes roamed your skin, the same waist that Gojo’s hands were around less than 24 hours ago.
It ignited something in him, a jealousy that he never thought could be awakened. Your pretty brown eyes roamed his, concern filled your iris’. “Um, no... You just seemed different today. Like something was bothering you, I wanted to make sure everything was okay?” Nanami’s chest tightened; you were concerned about him, worried in fact.
He knew he couldn’t get greedy, especially with the newfound information of your possible relationship with Satoru. But he couldn’t help it, he wanted your time, your attention, he wanted to be the one to hold you tight. And it drove him insane that he wasn’t. And even more insane that it was Satoru who was.
“Can I speak to you after work?” Nanami blurted out, no planning, no strategy; it was completely unlike him. And for some reason he couldn’t stop himself from saying it; you made him into something he wasn’t. Reckless.
“Yeah, of course” Your voice had shaken a little. He didn’t want to scare you. Damn it, he should have worded it better. Now you probably think you were getting fired.
Nanami bit his lip before adding on, “it’s nothing bad, don’t worry”. He tried to fit a small smile into his words, hoping it would calm your nerves. It seemed to work, a small smile forming on your lips at you turned away, Gojo calling your name.
All day Nanami thought about what he should say, how he should say it. How not to sound like a creep. How can he possibly charm you? Nanami never worried about relationships, never worried how others perceived him. There were opportunities throughout his lifetime where women would throw themselves at him, but he was never interested. Now he was certainly interested.
Once the end of the day came Nanami was nervous and sweaty. His heart throbbed out of his chest, and he almost felt ill. It was a horrible feeling and a part of him wanted to bail. But Nanami was not a flake. He left a little earlier to grab you a coffee before the two of you talked. He saw your figure walking up and immediately froze; his hands slightly shook the closer you got. “Here”, he says to you as he hands the coffee.
“omg thank you!” You take a sip of the coffee Nanami gave and to your surprise it was exactly how you make your coffee. Lots of milk and sugar. You let out a long sigh, whatever nerves you had the coffee had gotten rid of them all. Nanami notices your shoulders relax and that's his sign to start talking.
“um...what's your relationship with Gojo Satoru?” That’s not what Nanami wanted to say, but he had to hear your answer. He was hoping for "strictly professional” or “Just benefits" . It would make him feel better if it wasn’t serious. His heart drops at your reaction. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. You stare at him for a while unsure how to explain your relationship with your boss.
“I’m not sure what you mean? He...he’s my boss” You say, your eyes focusing on your coffee cup.
“I saw the two of you in the club, I just want to make sure he’s not...taking advantage of you?” Nanami says, concern dripping in his voice.
“Fuck” You release a big sigh. There wasn’t any way you could get out of this.
“Gojo’s kinda like my um...hmm. Like a...ughh” You take a while trying to find the words to describe your odd relationship with Gojo. “Like my pimp!”
Nanami’s mind spins at the way you so casually told him that his co-worker was pimping out his secretary.
“I don’t particularly enjoy working and when I met Gojo he said he could help me find a rich old guy to marry” You say, with no shame. “He’s surrounded by them! But it’s a little hard finding someone who's not a total creep”
Nanami’s heart races. His thoughts were everywhere as he processed what you just said. But all his mind was reminding him was that you and Satoru weren’t in a relationship. Nanami thought about what you wanted, what you needed. You didn’t deserve to be bossed around by Gojo, and definitely didn’t deserve to have some old creep as your sugar daddy.
He thought how you would be dressed in clothes he bought for you. Jewelry you had bought using his credit card. Your hair, nails and lashes done with money he had sent you. You bite your lip, now slightly embarrassed by your words. You didn’t know what was running through nanami’s mind but it felt like judgment.
Nanami takes a deep breath and swallows his spit; you see it travel down his neck. His hand comes up towards you and releases your lip from your teeth. Your breath becomes shallow with Nanami’s closeness.
“What if I become the rich guy you marry” Nanami says with full honesty in his words, and a little bit of shakiness.
Nanami?? Nanami wanted you? You didn’t even know Nanami was ever interested in you. If you did you would’ve been locked in a long time ago. Nanami was perfect husband material. He was rich, incredibly handsome, so respectful and everything a woman would ever want in a husband. Nanami was older than you but it wasn’t too bad. He looked like he had a LOT of energy left in him. There was no reason to say no.
You let out a little giggle which surprises Nanami, “well at least take me to dinner first?”
You see a light shine in Nanami’s eyes, like he wasn’t 100% sure what you were going to say, but he was happy with your answer. “Do you want to go eat something right now?”
“Now? I’m not dressed? I’m in work clothes!”
“You look beautiful no matter what you’re wearing, Please just let me spoil you” Nanami says kissing your hand.
He was difficult to resist. So you agree.
4 WEEKS LATER
It had been a couple of weeks since Nanami had agreed to be your rich man. And it’s been a wonderful 4 weeks. You had let Gojo know about your new arrangement and to your surprise Gojo had a feeling Nanami was interested in you.
In his exact words, “Finally! Nanamin hasn’t really taken interest in anyone so it wasn’t hard to realize how he looked at you. I was just wondering if he had the balls to do something!” After that Gojo swiftly released you from your position as his secretary.
Nanami has been absolutely wonderful. You had just gotten your nails done last week and this week you got a couple of new dresses. Nanami plans on taking you out of the country next month so you’ve also been preparing for that. All in all you had zero complaints.
Except…Nanami refused to touch you. He made small moves like holding your waist or wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You were lucky to get a kiss or two. You didn’t know if he just didn’t like physical touch, or if he just wasn’t physically attracted to you. But the latter couldn’t be true cause he was always telling you how beautiful you looked. So what was it?
You stood at his door, he had no idea you were coming today but he wouldn’t refuse you and you had a lot of questions to ask. Before you even knock on the door he opens it. His hair was dripping wet and small beads of water fell down his body. His face was slightly flushed and he had a tight grip on his towel that was wrapped around his waist.
“Hey gorgeous, what are you doing here?” Nanami said it like it was a nice surprise, but he obviously didn't expect you to be here. You try hard not to eye him up and down but how could you not, he looked so delectable. Your eyes focused on the droplets of water falling down his abs underneath his towel. You really couldn’t take it anymore.
“Nanami, why won’t you have sex with me?” Nanami’s eyes widen at your question and he looks around before pulling you inside before your questions falls into the neighbors ears.
“Baby just let me get dressed and then we can continue this conversation” He tries giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before going to his room but you stop him before he can get far.
“Please Nanami, this is important~” You say, holding him by his wrist. “Are you not attracted to me?”
Nanami’s eyes widen at your question, he immediately takes your face in his hands. He first kisses your forehead, and then your nose, then your cheek, and then your chin and your ear.
Then he pauses for a second to look you in your eyes before kissing you on your lips. His lips are soft and he tastes very minty. The kiss was gentle and intimate, the type of kiss that creates butterflies in your stomach. Before you can feel his tongue he pulls away, leaving you wanting more.
“I am so attracted to you that it hurts. It hurts because whenever I’m around you there's a fiery pit in my stomach begging to be washed out. When I first met you I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever met and I still believe that to this day, so don’t ever think otherwise”.
“Then why won’t you do anything? Are you..um…do you..can you not get it up?” Nanami seems slightly offended by your question but what else were you supposed to think?
“Of course not, I still am very capable," Nanami says, giving you a cute pout. “I just wanted to build our relationship first. I didn’t want to be one of those old creeps that immediately sleep with you”
Your heart swells at Nanami’s compassion. He always had your best interest in mind and it made it hard not to love this man.
You take Nanami’s head in your hands and whisper in his ear, “well I want, no I need you Nanami. I need you to completely ravish me and make me yours, please”. You can feel the heat rushing into Nanami’s face. His face and neck are completely red and his breathing is staggered.
You look down and see his member is pushing past his towel, his hands clenched in a fist, “Baby I’m trying my best not to…,”
“Then don’t try your best?” You say, a small smirk spreading across your face, you knew what you were doing to him.
Nanami puts your lips into his, his tongue making itself comfortable in your mouth. His movements are more hasty, like he’s been holding this in for a long time. He picks you up and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Nanami continues the desperate kiss as he walks you to the bedroom in long strides.
He gently places you on the bed. He takes his time with you, massaging your hard nipples through your shirt, rubbing his dick on your clit. Every touch felt electric, but you needed more. You move your hips against Nanami, the pressure feels like heaven.
“Hmm are you that needy baby” Nanami says as his hands slither around your bra strap to unclip it. He allows you to continue whining against him as he takes your breast into his mouth. He slowly continues to undress you, sliding your skirt off. He kisses and bites and teases; and while you think he’s busy with your breasts you don’t notice a hand slithering down into your panties until you feel two digits inside you.
“Mnn Nanami!” You moan his name as his fingers curl into you. Your pussy clenches around his thick fingers. Nanami moves in and out curling at the perfect spot everytime, It was crazy, it was your first time but he knew your body so well. Nanami’s face is buried in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking; making small marks are hickeys everywhere.
“Nanami! Please, please I need more~” You really didn’t mean to be so loud. That’s just how good you felt. Every time Nanami curled his fingers you felt a shiver in your lower back. The sound of his fingers entering and exiting out of you was so lewd. It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming around his fingers, his movement prolonging your orgasm.
Nanami moves from your neck going up to your cheek, as he kisses your face he takes a fist full of curls. This forces you to look at Nanami, his face was red and his blush went from his head all the way to his chest. Nanami straddled your body as he pulled his fingers out of you.
By now his towel was completely nonexistent, his throbbing cock leaking with precum; it almost looks painful. He puts the two digits that were once inside you in his mouth, releasing a small groan when he tasted you. You take the hand that has a grip on your hair and place it on your boob, Nanami gives it a squeeze not noticing as you switch positions. You were now straddling Nanami’s legs, grabbing both of his hands and placing them above his head.
“Oh you want to be in control?” Nanami truly was willing to let you do whatever you wanted to do to him, no matter how intense. If you wanted it he would give it to you.
“Just for a little bit, indulge me?” You say positioning yourself above Nanami’s cock.
“Always” Nanami says, holding the edge of the bed to keep himself stable.
You slowly move down onto Nanami, his size overwhelming your body. He wasn’t even half way in and you were feeling full. Nanami was incredibly thick and was stretching your pussy in ways that you couldn’t explain.
Nanami notices your struggle and asks, “Do you need help gorgeous?"
“No, you keep your hands at the edge of the bed. You don’t touch me until I say you can”. You say sinking deeper into Nanami. Nanami obliges, biting his lip to keep down the small groans that come out the deeper you get.
Once he’s all the way in you start with small movements up and down Nanami’s cock. You hold yourself steady with his ginormous pecks. They were one of your favorite features about him, besides his cock.
“Mnn! Yes keep going” Nanami moans, Knuckles turning white as he squirms underneath you. Each time your body separates from him and creates a loud “Slam!” from your hips meeting back at his pelvis, Nanami’s cock swells more. Filling every crevice of your pussy. You continue moving up and down trying to ignore the burning in your thighs.
But after a while it becomes unbearable, you fall onto Nanami’s chest and whisper in his ear, “You can touch me”. Those words seemed to unleash something beastly in Nanami. He flips you onto your back, lifting your legs to your ears.
The position is embarrassing but the thought quickly fades away as Nanami quickly thrusts back into you. The position filling stops that you never thought could be filled.
You grab his back for support as he thrust in and out of you. Fully pulling out his cock from the tip just to thrust it back into you balls deep. Your pussy clenches tight around Nanami, never wanting to let go.
“Fuck! Nanami!” You claw at his back, toes curling each time Nanami’s balls slap against your skin. While in a deep mating press Nanami touches your stomach and presses down on where his thick cock was filling you up.
“Yeah I can feel my fat cock filling you up baby~” Nanami liked seeing your stomach swell from his cock, each thrust causing a poke in your belly. A loud moan comes out from Nanami when your acrylics scratch at his back.
“Nanami! Nanami, I'm close, oh my God!” Nanami fastens his pace, indicating that he’s close too. His breath staggers as his thrust becomes more sloppy, “where do you want me to cum gorgeous?”
“Cum inside! Don’t let me leave this bed empty!” Nanami slithers his hand down to your clit, his body starting to intensely shake.
“Oh yeah? You want my cum? You want to have my babies gorgeous?” You never took Nanami for one to want kids but you would have his kids. You would totally have his kids to be fucked like this again.
“Mm hnn!” That's all that you could answer him, as waves of pleasure ignite your body. Your vision goes white for a minute, your ears ringing as you feel Nanami’s body stiffen. The two of you stay in that position before Nanami carefully moves his body to look at you, “sorry, was I heavy?”
Your mind is still in a fog as you look up at Nanami, sweat glistens on his body; a small smile grows on his face as he looks at you. “Alright, let me run you a bath”. Yeah, Nanami would be the perfect husband.
Synopsis - Nanami was never interested in relationships until he met you, Gojo’s new secretary. After seeing you and Gojo cuddled up, Nanami takes it upon himself to question your relationship with Gojo. Turns out Gojo’s helping you find a rich husband and Nanami’s willing to take that burden.
Word Count ~ 3.4K
Warning!/Tags ~ Age Gap, Sugar baby/Sugar daddy relationship, Yearning Nanami, Jealous Nanami, workplace relationship, switch Nanami, size kink, mating press, breeding kink
A.N - I've been wanting to do a black reader fic for so long! Also hope ya'lls memorial weekend has been good
Nanami never saw himself getting into a relationship. It never interested him. Never was appealing to him. He never understood why people were so desperate for a relationship; didn’t understand the happiness it brought, nor the pain.
Nanami had been curious back in high school, but since then he had become too busy to really explore any further. That was until he had met you. It had been an out-of-town work trip, boring like all the others. But there was something different about this trip.
A brown-skinned girl, with gorgeous brown eyes. Her curves hug every piece of fabric on her body. Her smile completely starstruck him, just her presence lit a fire to his body. She was completely perfect in his eyes, absolutely zero flaws.
You were Gojo’s new assistant, someone whose presence he sincerely enjoyed. Unlike everyone else in that stuffy building, you were a breath of fresh air. That’s why he hated seeing Gojo boss you around and hated the way the higher ups' eyes followed your every move. The old farts acted like they hadn’t seen a pretty woman in 50 years.
Never, Nanami thought. Never did he think he’d feel this way about someone, to want her so badly that his dreams were filled with her, that his body would react to any sort of touch, that his mind would replay and overthink every single interaction.
He thought he could get over it, thought he could ignore the burning sensation in his heart, that his little work crush would soon be forgotten. That was until he saw you outside of work. Through the window of a club. A tiny black dress, gold jewelry covering your body, Gojo’s hand wrapped around your waist?!
“Strictly professional~~” He remembers Gojo saying, Gojo repeating to Nanami over and over. It enraged him, seeing you so close to Gojo like that, knowing how he treated you in the office. He knew that Gojo wasn’t serious about you, like he wasn’t serious with all the other secretaries. Just another pretty woman added to his roster.
Nanami went home by himself that night. Drinking away his sorrows. His heart continuously grew heavier with each cup. He couldn’t believe it, he believed you deserved better than Satoru, better than all the men in that dingy club. You deserved him, but how would he convince you of such?
Nanami went to work the next day with a raging headache. His head was throbbing, and he could hear Gojo being loud from across the office. Today Nanami was more irritable than usual. Maybe it was the hangover, or the 100 emails in his inbox, or maybe it was the looming thought of you being in a relationship with Gojo. It pissed him off more than anything ever had, and today Gojo’s voice was about to be his last straw.
“Nanami?” Like a moth drawn to a flame, Nanami’s head instantly rose from the sound of your voice calling his name. Sweet like honey and as smooth as butter the sound of your voice was like heaven to his ears. His headache seemed to fade at the sound of your voice, a small, worried tone.
“Yes? Did I do something wrong with the file?” The two of you barely spoke if not about work, some good mornings, and small trivial interactions. Nanami yearned for more, but what was there to talk about? Other than the fact that he saw you cuddled up with Gojo. His eyes roamed your skin, the same waist that Gojo’s hands were around less than 24 hours ago.
It ignited something in him, a jealousy that he never thought could be awakened. Your pretty brown eyes roamed his, concern filled your iris’. “Um, no... You just seemed different today. Like something was bothering you, I wanted to make sure everything was okay?” Nanami’s chest tightened; you were concerned about him, worried in fact.
He knew he couldn’t get greedy, especially with the newfound information of your possible relationship with Satoru. But he couldn’t help it, he wanted your time, your attention, he wanted to be the one to hold you tight. And it drove him insane that he wasn’t. And even more insane that it was Satoru who was.
“Can I speak to you after work?” Nanami blurted out, no planning, no strategy; it was completely unlike him. And for some reason he couldn’t stop himself from saying it; you made him into something he wasn’t. Reckless.
“Yeah, of course” Your voice had shaken a little. He didn’t want to scare you. Damn it, he should have worded it better. Now you probably think you were getting fired.
Nanami bit his lip before adding on, “it’s nothing bad, don’t worry”. He tried to fit a small smile into his words, hoping it would calm your nerves. It seemed to work, a small smile forming on your lips at you turned away, Gojo calling your name.
All day Nanami thought about what he should say, how he should say it. How not to sound like a creep. How can he possibly charm you? Nanami never worried about relationships, never worried how others perceived him. There were opportunities throughout his lifetime where women would throw themselves at him, but he was never interested. Now he was certainly interested.
Once the end of the day came Nanami was nervous and sweaty. His heart throbbed out of his chest, and he almost felt ill. It was a horrible feeling and a part of him wanted to bail. But Nanami was not a flake. He left a little earlier to grab you a coffee before the two of you talked. He saw your figure walking up and immediately froze; his hands slightly shook the closer you got. “Here”, he says to you as he hands the coffee.
“omg thank you!” You take a sip of the coffee Nanami gave and to your surprise it was exactly how you make your coffee. Lots of milk and sugar. You let out a long sigh, whatever nerves you had the coffee had gotten rid of them all. Nanami notices your shoulders relax and that's his sign to start talking.
“um...what's your relationship with Gojo Satoru?” That’s not what Nanami wanted to say, but he had to hear your answer. He was hoping for "strictly professional” or “Just benefits" . It would make him feel better if it wasn’t serious. His heart drops at your reaction. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. You stare at him for a while unsure how to explain your relationship with your boss.
“I’m not sure what you mean? He...he’s my boss” You say, your eyes focusing on your coffee cup.
“I saw the two of you in the club, I just want to make sure he’s not...taking advantage of you?” Nanami says, concern dripping in his voice.
“Fuck” You release a big sigh. There wasn’t any way you could get out of this.
“Gojo’s kinda like my um...hmm. Like a...ughh” You take a while trying to find the words to describe your odd relationship with Gojo. “Like my pimp!”
Nanami’s mind spins at the way you so casually told him that his co-worker was pimping out his secretary.
“I don’t particularly enjoy working and when I met Gojo he said he could help me find a rich old guy to marry” You say, with no shame. “He’s surrounded by them! But it’s a little hard finding someone who's not a total creep”
Nanami’s heart races. His thoughts were everywhere as he processed what you just said. But all his mind was reminding him was that you and Satoru weren’t in a relationship. Nanami thought about what you wanted, what you needed. You didn’t deserve to be bossed around by Gojo, and definitely didn’t deserve to have some old creep as your sugar daddy.
He thought how you would be dressed in clothes he bought for you. Jewelry you had bought using his credit card. Your hair, nails and lashes done with money he had sent you. You bite your lip, now slightly embarrassed by your words. You didn’t know what was running through nanami’s mind but it felt like judgment.
Nanami takes a deep breath and swallows his spit; you see it travel down his neck. His hand comes up towards you and releases your lip from your teeth. Your breath becomes shallow with Nanami’s closeness.
“What if I become the rich guy you marry” Nanami says with full honesty in his words, and a little bit of shakiness.
Nanami?? Nanami wanted you? You didn’t even know Nanami was ever interested in you. If you did you would’ve been locked in a long time ago. Nanami was perfect husband material. He was rich, incredibly handsome, so respectful and everything a woman would ever want in a husband. Nanami was older than you but it wasn’t too bad. He looked like he had a LOT of energy left in him. There was no reason to say no.
You let out a little giggle which surprises Nanami, “well at least take me to dinner first?”
You see a light shine in Nanami’s eyes, like he wasn’t 100% sure what you were going to say, but he was happy with your answer. “Do you want to go eat something right now?”
“Now? I’m not dressed? I’m in work clothes!”
“You look beautiful no matter what you’re wearing, Please just let me spoil you” Nanami says kissing your hand.
He was difficult to resist. So you agree.
4 WEEKS LATER
It had been a couple of weeks since Nanami had agreed to be your rich man. And it’s been a wonderful 4 weeks. You had let Gojo know about your new arrangement and to your surprise Gojo had a feeling Nanami was interested in you.
In his exact words, “Finally! Nanamin hasn’t really taken interest in anyone so it wasn’t hard to realize how he looked at you. I was just wondering if he had the balls to do something!” After that Gojo swiftly released you from your position as his secretary.
Nanami has been absolutely wonderful. You had just gotten your nails done last week and this week you got a couple of new dresses. Nanami plans on taking you out of the country next month so you’ve also been preparing for that. All in all you had zero complaints.
Except…Nanami refused to touch you. He made small moves like holding your waist or wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You were lucky to get a kiss or two. You didn’t know if he just didn’t like physical touch, or if he just wasn’t physically attracted to you. But the latter couldn’t be true cause he was always telling you how beautiful you looked. So what was it?
You stood at his door, he had no idea you were coming today but he wouldn’t refuse you and you had a lot of questions to ask. Before you even knock on the door he opens it. His hair was dripping wet and small beads of water fell down his body. His face was slightly flushed and he had a tight grip on his towel that was wrapped around his waist.
“Hey gorgeous, what are you doing here?” Nanami said it like it was a nice surprise, but he obviously didn't expect you to be here. You try hard not to eye him up and down but how could you not, he looked so delectable. Your eyes focused on the droplets of water falling down his abs underneath his towel. You really couldn’t take it anymore.
“Nanami, why won’t you have sex with me?” Nanami’s eyes widen at your question and he looks around before pulling you inside before your questions falls into the neighbors ears.
“Baby just let me get dressed and then we can continue this conversation” He tries giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before going to his room but you stop him before he can get far.
“Please Nanami, this is important~” You say, holding him by his wrist. “Are you not attracted to me?”
Nanami’s eyes widen at your question, he immediately takes your face in his hands. He first kisses your forehead, and then your nose, then your cheek, and then your chin and your ear.
Then he pauses for a second to look you in your eyes before kissing you on your lips. His lips are soft and he tastes very minty. The kiss was gentle and intimate, the type of kiss that creates butterflies in your stomach. Before you can feel his tongue he pulls away, leaving you wanting more.
“I am so attracted to you that it hurts. It hurts because whenever I’m around you there's a fiery pit in my stomach begging to be washed out. When I first met you I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever met and I still believe that to this day, so don’t ever think otherwise”.
“Then why won’t you do anything? Are you..um…do you..can you not get it up?” Nanami seems slightly offended by your question but what else were you supposed to think?
“Of course not, I still am very capable," Nanami says, giving you a cute pout. “I just wanted to build our relationship first. I didn’t want to be one of those old creeps that immediately sleep with you”
Your heart swells at Nanami’s compassion. He always had your best interest in mind and it made it hard not to love this man.
You take Nanami’s head in your hands and whisper in his ear, “well I want, no I need you Nanami. I need you to completely ravish me and make me yours, please”. You can feel the heat rushing into Nanami’s face. His face and neck are completely red and his breathing is staggered.
You look down and see his member is pushing past his towel, his hands clenched in a fist, “Baby I’m trying my best not to…,”
“Then don’t try your best?” You say, a small smirk spreading across your face, you knew what you were doing to him.
Nanami puts your lips into his, his tongue making itself comfortable in your mouth. His movements are more hasty, like he’s been holding this in for a long time. He picks you up and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Nanami continues the desperate kiss as he walks you to the bedroom in long strides.
He gently places you on the bed. He takes his time with you, massaging your hard nipples through your shirt, rubbing his dick on your clit. Every touch felt electric, but you needed more. You move your hips against Nanami, the pressure feels like heaven.
“Hmm are you that needy baby” Nanami says as his hands slither around your bra strap to unclip it. He allows you to continue whining against him as he takes your breast into his mouth. He slowly continues to undress you, sliding your skirt off. He kisses and bites and teases; and while you think he’s busy with your breasts you don’t notice a hand slithering down into your panties until you feel two digits inside you.
“Mnn Nanami!” You moan his name as his fingers curl into you. Your pussy clenches around his thick fingers. Nanami moves in and out curling at the perfect spot everytime, It was crazy, it was your first time but he knew your body so well. Nanami’s face is buried in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking; making small marks are hickeys everywhere.
“Nanami! Please, please I need more~” You really didn’t mean to be so loud. That’s just how good you felt. Every time Nanami curled his fingers you felt a shiver in your lower back. The sound of his fingers entering and exiting out of you was so lewd. It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming around his fingers, his movement prolonging your orgasm.
Nanami moves from your neck going up to your cheek, as he kisses your face he takes a fist full of curls. This forces you to look at Nanami, his face was red and his blush went from his head all the way to his chest. Nanami straddled your body as he pulled his fingers out of you.
By now his towel was completely nonexistent, his throbbing cock leaking with precum; it almost looks painful. He puts the two digits that were once inside you in his mouth, releasing a small groan when he tasted you. You take the hand that has a grip on your hair and place it on your boob, Nanami gives it a squeeze not noticing as you switch positions. You were now straddling Nanami’s legs, grabbing both of his hands and placing them above his head.
“Oh you want to be in control?” Nanami truly was willing to let you do whatever you wanted to do to him, no matter how intense. If you wanted it he would give it to you.
“Just for a little bit, indulge me?” You say positioning yourself above Nanami’s cock.
“Always” Nanami says, holding the edge of the bed to keep himself stable.
You slowly move down onto Nanami, his size overwhelming your body. He wasn’t even half way in and you were feeling full. Nanami was incredibly thick and was stretching your pussy in ways that you couldn’t explain.
Nanami notices your struggle and asks, “Do you need help gorgeous?"
“No, you keep your hands at the edge of the bed. You don’t touch me until I say you can”. You say sinking deeper into Nanami. Nanami obliges, biting his lip to keep down the small groans that come out the deeper you get.
Once he’s all the way in you start with small movements up and down Nanami’s cock. You hold yourself steady with his ginormous pecks. They were one of your favorite features about him, besides his cock.
“Mnn! Yes keep going” Nanami moans, Knuckles turning white as he squirms underneath you. Each time your body separates from him and creates a loud “Slam!” from your hips meeting back at his pelvis, Nanami’s cock swells more. Filling every crevice of your pussy. You continue moving up and down trying to ignore the burning in your thighs.
But after a while it becomes unbearable, you fall onto Nanami’s chest and whisper in his ear, “You can touch me”. Those words seemed to unleash something beastly in Nanami. He flips you onto your back, lifting your legs to your ears.
The position is embarrassing but the thought quickly fades away as Nanami quickly thrusts back into you. The position filling stops that you never thought could be filled.
You grab his back for support as he thrust in and out of you. Fully pulling out his cock from the tip just to thrust it back into you balls deep. Your pussy clenches tight around Nanami, never wanting to let go.
“Fuck! Nanami!” You claw at his back, toes curling each time Nanami’s balls slap against your skin. While in a deep mating press Nanami touches your stomach and presses down on where his thick cock was filling you up.
“Yeah I can feel my fat cock filling you up baby~” Nanami liked seeing your stomach swell from his cock, each thrust causing a poke in your belly. A loud moan comes out from Nanami when your acrylics scratch at his back.
“Nanami! Nanami, I'm close, oh my God!” Nanami fastens his pace, indicating that he’s close too. His breath staggers as his thrust becomes more sloppy, “where do you want me to cum gorgeous?”
“Cum inside! Don’t let me leave this bed empty!” Nanami slithers his hand down to your clit, his body starting to intensely shake.
“Oh yeah? You want my cum? You want to have my babies gorgeous?” You never took Nanami for one to want kids but you would have his kids. You would totally have his kids to be fucked like this again.
“Mm hnn!” That's all that you could answer him, as waves of pleasure ignite your body. Your vision goes white for a minute, your ears ringing as you feel Nanami’s body stiffen. The two of you stay in that position before Nanami carefully moves his body to look at you, “sorry, was I heavy?”
Your mind is still in a fog as you look up at Nanami, sweat glistens on his body; a small smile grows on his face as he looks at you. “Alright, let me run you a bath”. Yeah, Nanami would be the perfect husband.
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Warning!/Tags ~ Kissing, Dry humping, Grinding, whiny Choso, friends to lovers
Word Count. 2.5K
Choso can’t believe he agreed to this. He watched as pairs wandered off into the closet, coming out flustered and a little disheveled. He watched your hopeful eyes, glued on Suguru. He could feel your yearning for him from here. It ached, as much as someone you love loving someone else would. He bites his bottom lip, hoping the pain from his lip would distract him from the pain aching in his chest.
You sit in cris cross apple sauce, gripping your ankles as Suguru takes the bottle. It’s his turn to spin. And you knew it was probably your only chance to make a move. You had begged Choso to join the game with you scared to join alone, not knowing the pain it would bring him if your plan had worked. But he loves you, and it was his job to make you happy. So, he agreed.
Hopeful eyes glued on Suguru everyone wanted a piece of that dark mysterious man. Choso didn’t understand what everyone saw in Suguru that they didn’t in him. They looked similar. Choso was just not as charismatic, and a little more alternative.
As the bottle slows down, it becomes evident that it’s not going to land on you. Choso lets out a small sign, all his nerves calm down. He sees the same body language go through you; your shoulders slump and a small frown spread across your face.
There were three closets close by and now two of them were in use. So, another person had to spin. Choso was going to go and ask you if you wanted to leave also. But the girl who organized the game handed him a bottle before he could reject it. A crazy, impossible thought runs through him as he sets the bottle on the floor.
What if it lands on you? Possible, yes. Extremely likely, no. Choso gives the bottle a quick flick, trying to avoid your sad eyes, only focusing on the bottle. It’s fast, and then it slows down, and then it stops; it stops at a familiar pair of shoes. Laces he helped tie before the party.
His entire body flushed as he looked up, and your eyes were already on his. Your pretty eyes widened at who the bottle stopped on. Small wrinkles creasing your forehead from surprise. Before he knows it, you're both in the smallest closet and extremely close together.
He can feel your shivering breath at his neck, your chest rising and coming back down. He had to get out of here quickly. Your body being pressed up against him was making his head spin, and it wasn’t going to take you very long to notice that he didn’t have his keys in his front pocket.
“I’m sorry Cho my plan completely failed, and now I've made it awkward” You're the first the speak, your words failing to make it to Choso’s ears. He puts a hand around your waist and pulls you closer. He rests his head on your shoulder as he speaks into your ears.
“It’s fine, I’m just sorry that your plan didn’t work. But I’m not sorry that you’re in here with me, it’s anything but awkward”
Choso feels the shiver in your spine. The way your hands fidget unsure where they should be on Choso’s willing body. He wanted you to touch him badly. For your cold hands to cool the hottest parts of his body. His tall, muscular body towers over yours, his graveling voice in your ear. You swallow your saliva before speaking,
“Choso?” You don’t wait for an answer, “do you enjoy kissing?”
The question catches him off guard, but he is still inclined to answer.
“Yeah, it’s nice”, you feel a small tighten in his hold on your waist. “Just to feel another person's warmth. Soft lips slowly becoming swollen from hours of kissing”
Theres a small pause before Choso speaks again, “and you?”
Choso takes note of your chest rising and falling. Your breath is noticeably faster than before. Your skin flushed and hot as you slowly chewed the inside of your cheeks. Were you? No way...
“Um... I don’t know... it always feels like I’m being swallowed whole” you say slightly fidgeting with Choso’s shirt. He was close, but Choso was always close. He always hovered around you and was super clingy, but maybe it was the slight glaze in his eyes; or maybe the lust in the closet air, but something about his closeness felt different.
“Well, you’ve never been kissed correctly then” he said it like a statement, like he knew for a fact that every other man who had kissed you was inadequate. You look over towards your shoulder and meet Choso’s eyes. His eyeliner was slightly smudged and a faint redness on his cheeks.
“I guess I haven’t...” You didn’t know how to continue the conversation, didn’t know what you thought you’d get out of asking that awkward question. Until you see a slight flicker in Choso’s eyes. His gaze moves away from your eyes and directly towards your lips. You try not to make it obvious that you noticed, but you lick your lips causing his gaze to come back to your eyes.
“Sorry...” Choso mutters hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You hear a small whine coming from him. If he wasn’t so close, you would have missed it.
“Why are you apologizing?” Your heart’s so loud, you know for a fact Choso can hear it. His closeness was dizzying, his entire being overtaking your senses. His cologne in your nose, his hair blocking your vision, his breath in your ears, his body in your arms. The only sense that was left was taste. Taste? You never thought about it before, what choso tasted like. But today, right now, it was all that was overwhelming your thoughts.
Choso looks into your eyes before hiding back into your neck, “Fuck” Choso says into your neck, you can feel that heat radiating from him, a heat that hasn’t gone down since you both entered the closet. The words cause a coil in your stomach, desperation drenched in his words.
“I really could kiss you right now” He releases a huge sign after saying that, like he had been building the courage this entire time. Your eyes widen at his words, Choso wanted to kiss you? But he’s your friend...but do you want to kiss him? Yes.
“Well...are you going to?” Was a minute of horniness worth years of friendship, absolutely not. But your mind wasn’t telling you that; it was telling you that Choso would be the first guy to correctly kiss you. To allow you to feel the pleasures of another person's lips, of his soft lips. To be able to taste him, fully engulf him.
Choso fully moves off you now; his height is now apparent. He’s tall, and his eyes are wide at your directness. Like he wasn’t the one who said he wanted to kiss you. His chest heaved up and down, a slight quiver in his lip. “Are...are you serious?”
You couldn’t speak anymore; you had never been so direct in your life. Like your crush on Suguru, you had only spoken to him a couple of times, and it was him asking if you had a phone charger during class. You thought he was good looking but never tried making a move until tonight, and even that was a bust. You tightly close your eyes and make a small pucker in your lips. If Choso wanted to kiss you so badly, here was his chance.
You couldn’t see but you felt his hands settle themselves around your face. You couldn’t see but could feel his body heat as he came closer to you. Until a set of lips touched your own, a soft, light kiss. You felt a little disappointed, that's it? A slight pout formed on your lips. A soft laugh startles you causing you to swiftly open your eyes.
“Not enough for you?” Choso says, a slight smirk plastered on his face. His hair fell over his eyes as he chuckled to himself. It was embarrassing, but you expected... wanted more. You felt your own ear warm up, Choso definitely felt it too because his hands fondled your hot ears. His face came closer to you, and you instinctively closed your eyes.
The kiss is different this time. Deeper, longer, your lips detached for a split second before finding each over once again. And then you taste him. Light taste of weed and alcohol. His tongue explored your mouth, and you wanted to explore his body. Your hand roamed up under his shirt; his abs tensed at your touch. Your hands stop at his pecks; you give them a soft squeeze causing Choso to bite your lip. His breath hitched before he releases himself from the kiss, eyes staring back at you.
“Sorry!” He says taking a look at your lips, it was completely fine. Your hands were still underneath his shirt; you give a quick flick to his chest causing a small grasp to come out of him. “I’m fine, but I would feel much better if your lips were back on mine”.
Choso leans back in, and the kiss is even better than before. He was engulfing you without making you feel like you were being eaten but rather indulged. You had gotten used to his taste of weed and the smell of his cologne. Hot. That’s the only way to describe it, he was hot, the kiss was hot, your body was hot, the entire room the scorching.
You had been slightly distracted before, but you felt it now. Choso’s hips making small thrusting movements against your leg. He groans in your mouth as you slide your hands down his shirt pulling his waist closer to you putting more pressure on his throbbing cock. You couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to breathe. His lips were intoxicating and his moans caused a wetness in your panties.
Choso pulls away from the kiss, his eyes slightly glazed, he’s panting heavily. You take your hands out of his shirt. You're becoming greedy, you want more, need more from him. You want all of him. Your body is feverish and you're trying your best to catch your breath. Choso kisses your neck as he continues to rut against your leg. Small moans slip out of your mouth; Choso’s soft lips cover your neck in kisses.
“I need more...please” You beg Choso, whatever more he was willing to give you were ready to take.
“I...I have an idea, but I don’t know...Mmnh!” Choso tries to explain but the pleasure overtakes him. He moves faster, his precum making a stain on his jeans. “Just...ahh! Trust me please”
“I trust you” Of course you trusted Choso, he was your best friend. He was pretty, always let you take food from his plate, was super clingy, and joined childish games like 7 minutes in heaven so you could kiss a guy that looked like him. But Suguru wasn’t nearly as sweet, nor as caring, and he wasn’t your best friend Choso. You only wanted him, and now you know he wants you too.
Choso flips you around your breast now pressing against the door. He pulls your pants down, leaving you just in your underwear. You hear a large sign coming from Choso. “I always wanted to see this ass”. He says as his hand gives your ass a tight squeeze.
His hand is pressed against your head, leaving you unable to see anything but his large fingers. He’s throwing you around like a ragdoll. And you loved it.
You hear some rustling in the back, and you don’t know what’s going on until you feel something hard against your butt. You take a peak in-between Choso’s fingers and your met with his pretty cock pressing against your ass. It was the most perfect cock you had ever seen; his tip was flushed and red, leaking precum, large thick and a slightly veiny, with the cutest little curve.
He positions himself in between your ass and slides his cock between your thighs. Then he starts thrusting. Insanely harsh thrust that makes you jolt against the door. His bare cock rubbed against your covered clit, the pleasure filling all your senses. “AHh Cho!” You moan before Choso moves his hand towards your mouth, covering it.
“Shhh, baby I knoww” If this was him dry humping you definitely wanted to experience real backshots. Your panties were soaked, your wetnesses mixed with his precum. His cock start poking into your underwear wanting so badly to enter your tight, throbbing hole.
“Fuck, close your thighs tighter baby” You obey closing your thighs squeezing Choso’s cock. He groans pressing himself against your back as he continues to thrust. The air in the closet is filthy, both of your moans filling the room, the scent of sex everywhere. Your legs started to faulter and if it wasn’t for Choso’s strong arm wrapped around your body you would’ve fell. His other hand was covering your mouth moves down to your neck giving it a small squeeze.
“I’m cumming, I'm cumming” Choso moans against your back giving a couple of post nut thrust before coming to a full stop. Your legs shake as your vision starts to come back to you. That had been the hardest you’d ever cum, the best you’ve been kissed, and the most pleasurable experience you had ever had.
The two of you stay still until a small shiver runs through your body. That's when you remember that you have half of your clothing on. You and Choso get back dressed in silence, unsure of how your relationship was going to change after this. Choso takes small glances towards you but never says anything.
“Choso did it ever occur to you why I liked Suguru?” You asked the silence irritating you.
“No? I mean...I really couldn’t question you about it...” Choso says unable to look into your eyes.
“He kinda looks like you if you squint a little bit... and since we’re only friends, I just chose the next best thing”
Choso’s eyes widen at your confession; you liked him the entire time? Just earlier he was mopping over the fact that you were so enamored with Suguru, but it turns out you were projecting your feelings for him onto Suguru. He felt like an idiot. He could’ve had you a long time ago if he hadn’t been so scared. But thanks to this childish game he knew how you felt. And there was no reason for him to be scared.
“I like you too, I’ve liked you for a long time” Choso has the cutest grin on his face, like he’s been carrying that boulder for a long time.
You smile and give him a small kiss before turning to open the door. “Let go we’ve been gone much longer than 7 minutes”
Warning!/Tags ~ Kissing, Dry humping, Grinding, whiny Choso, friends to lovers
Word Count. 2.5K
Choso can’t believe he agreed to this. He watched as pairs wandered off into the closet, coming out flustered and a little disheveled. He watched your hopeful eyes, glued on Suguru. He could feel your yearning for him from here. It ached, as much as someone you love loving someone else would. He bites his bottom lip, hoping the pain from his lip would distract him from the pain aching in his chest.
You sit in cris cross apple sauce, gripping your ankles as Suguru takes the bottle. It’s his turn to spin. And you knew it was probably your only chance to make a move. You had begged Choso to join the game with you scared to join alone, not knowing the pain it would bring him if your plan had worked. But he loves you, and it was his job to make you happy. So, he agreed.
Hopeful eyes glued on Suguru everyone wanted a piece of that dark mysterious man. Choso didn’t understand what everyone saw in Suguru that they didn’t in him. They looked similar. Choso was just not as charismatic, and a little more alternative.
As the bottle slows down, it becomes evident that it’s not going to land on you. Choso lets out a small sign, all his nerves calm down. He sees the same body language go through you; your shoulders slump and a small frown spread across your face.
There were three closets close by and now two of them were in use. So, another person had to spin. Choso was going to go and ask you if you wanted to leave also. But the girl who organized the game handed him a bottle before he could reject it. A crazy, impossible thought runs through him as he sets the bottle on the floor.
What if it lands on you? Possible, yes. Extremely likely, no. Choso gives the bottle a quick flick, trying to avoid your sad eyes, only focusing on the bottle. It’s fast, and then it slows down, and then it stops; it stops at a familiar pair of shoes. Laces he helped tie before the party.
His entire body flushed as he looked up, and your eyes were already on his. Your pretty eyes widened at who the bottle stopped on. Small wrinkles creasing your forehead from surprise. Before he knows it, you're both in the smallest closet and extremely close together.
He can feel your shivering breath at his neck, your chest rising and coming back down. He had to get out of here quickly. Your body being pressed up against him was making his head spin, and it wasn’t going to take you very long to notice that he didn’t have his keys in his front pocket.
“I’m sorry Cho my plan completely failed, and now I've made it awkward” You're the first the speak, your words failing to make it to Choso’s ears. He puts a hand around your waist and pulls you closer. He rests his head on your shoulder as he speaks into your ears.
“It’s fine, I’m just sorry that your plan didn’t work. But I’m not sorry that you’re in here with me, it’s anything but awkward”
Choso feels the shiver in your spine. The way your hands fidget unsure where they should be on Choso’s willing body. He wanted you to touch him badly. For your cold hands to cool the hottest parts of his body. His tall, muscular body towers over yours, his graveling voice in your ear. You swallow your saliva before speaking,
“Choso?” You don’t wait for an answer, “do you enjoy kissing?”
The question catches him off guard, but he is still inclined to answer.
“Yeah, it’s nice”, you feel a small tighten in his hold on your waist. “Just to feel another person's warmth. Soft lips slowly becoming swollen from hours of kissing”
Theres a small pause before Choso speaks again, “and you?”
Choso takes note of your chest rising and falling. Your breath is noticeably faster than before. Your skin flushed and hot as you slowly chewed the inside of your cheeks. Were you? No way...
“Um... I don’t know... it always feels like I’m being swallowed whole” you say slightly fidgeting with Choso’s shirt. He was close, but Choso was always close. He always hovered around you and was super clingy, but maybe it was the slight glaze in his eyes; or maybe the lust in the closet air, but something about his closeness felt different.
“Well, you’ve never been kissed correctly then” he said it like a statement, like he knew for a fact that every other man who had kissed you was inadequate. You look over towards your shoulder and meet Choso’s eyes. His eyeliner was slightly smudged and a faint redness on his cheeks.
“I guess I haven’t...” You didn’t know how to continue the conversation, didn’t know what you thought you’d get out of asking that awkward question. Until you see a slight flicker in Choso’s eyes. His gaze moves away from your eyes and directly towards your lips. You try not to make it obvious that you noticed, but you lick your lips causing his gaze to come back to your eyes.
“Sorry...” Choso mutters hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You hear a small whine coming from him. If he wasn’t so close, you would have missed it.
“Why are you apologizing?” Your heart’s so loud, you know for a fact Choso can hear it. His closeness was dizzying, his entire being overtaking your senses. His cologne in your nose, his hair blocking your vision, his breath in your ears, his body in your arms. The only sense that was left was taste. Taste? You never thought about it before, what choso tasted like. But today, right now, it was all that was overwhelming your thoughts.
Choso looks into your eyes before hiding back into your neck, “Fuck” Choso says into your neck, you can feel that heat radiating from him, a heat that hasn’t gone down since you both entered the closet. The words cause a coil in your stomach, desperation drenched in his words.
“I really could kiss you right now” He releases a huge sign after saying that, like he had been building the courage this entire time. Your eyes widen at his words, Choso wanted to kiss you? But he’s your friend...but do you want to kiss him? Yes.
“Well...are you going to?” Was a minute of horniness worth years of friendship, absolutely not. But your mind wasn’t telling you that; it was telling you that Choso would be the first guy to correctly kiss you. To allow you to feel the pleasures of another person's lips, of his soft lips. To be able to taste him, fully engulf him.
Choso fully moves off you now; his height is now apparent. He’s tall, and his eyes are wide at your directness. Like he wasn’t the one who said he wanted to kiss you. His chest heaved up and down, a slight quiver in his lip. “Are...are you serious?”
You couldn’t speak anymore; you had never been so direct in your life. Like your crush on Suguru, you had only spoken to him a couple of times, and it was him asking if you had a phone charger during class. You thought he was good looking but never tried making a move until tonight, and even that was a bust. You tightly close your eyes and make a small pucker in your lips. If Choso wanted to kiss you so badly, here was his chance.
You couldn’t see but you felt his hands settle themselves around your face. You couldn’t see but could feel his body heat as he came closer to you. Until a set of lips touched your own, a soft, light kiss. You felt a little disappointed, that's it? A slight pout formed on your lips. A soft laugh startles you causing you to swiftly open your eyes.
“Not enough for you?” Choso says, a slight smirk plastered on his face. His hair fell over his eyes as he chuckled to himself. It was embarrassing, but you expected... wanted more. You felt your own ear warm up, Choso definitely felt it too because his hands fondled your hot ears. His face came closer to you, and you instinctively closed your eyes.
The kiss is different this time. Deeper, longer, your lips detached for a split second before finding each over once again. And then you taste him. Light taste of weed and alcohol. His tongue explored your mouth, and you wanted to explore his body. Your hand roamed up under his shirt; his abs tensed at your touch. Your hands stop at his pecks; you give them a soft squeeze causing Choso to bite your lip. His breath hitched before he releases himself from the kiss, eyes staring back at you.
“Sorry!” He says taking a look at your lips, it was completely fine. Your hands were still underneath his shirt; you give a quick flick to his chest causing a small grasp to come out of him. “I’m fine, but I would feel much better if your lips were back on mine”.
Choso leans back in, and the kiss is even better than before. He was engulfing you without making you feel like you were being eaten but rather indulged. You had gotten used to his taste of weed and the smell of his cologne. Hot. That’s the only way to describe it, he was hot, the kiss was hot, your body was hot, the entire room the scorching.
You had been slightly distracted before, but you felt it now. Choso’s hips making small thrusting movements against your leg. He groans in your mouth as you slide your hands down his shirt pulling his waist closer to you putting more pressure on his throbbing cock. You couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to breathe. His lips were intoxicating and his moans caused a wetness in your panties.
Choso pulls away from the kiss, his eyes slightly glazed, he’s panting heavily. You take your hands out of his shirt. You're becoming greedy, you want more, need more from him. You want all of him. Your body is feverish and you're trying your best to catch your breath. Choso kisses your neck as he continues to rut against your leg. Small moans slip out of your mouth; Choso’s soft lips cover your neck in kisses.
“I need more...please” You beg Choso, whatever more he was willing to give you were ready to take.
“I...I have an idea, but I don’t know...Mmnh!” Choso tries to explain but the pleasure overtakes him. He moves faster, his precum making a stain on his jeans. “Just...ahh! Trust me please”
“I trust you” Of course you trusted Choso, he was your best friend. He was pretty, always let you take food from his plate, was super clingy, and joined childish games like 7 minutes in heaven so you could kiss a guy that looked like him. But Suguru wasn’t nearly as sweet, nor as caring, and he wasn’t your best friend Choso. You only wanted him, and now you know he wants you too.
Choso flips you around your breast now pressing against the door. He pulls your pants down, leaving you just in your underwear. You hear a large sign coming from Choso. “I always wanted to see this ass”. He says as his hand gives your ass a tight squeeze.
His hand is pressed against your head, leaving you unable to see anything but his large fingers. He’s throwing you around like a ragdoll. And you loved it.
You hear some rustling in the back, and you don’t know what’s going on until you feel something hard against your butt. You take a peak in-between Choso’s fingers and your met with his pretty cock pressing against your ass. It was the most perfect cock you had ever seen; his tip was flushed and red, leaking precum, large thick and a slightly veiny, with the cutest little curve.
He positions himself in between your ass and slides his cock between your thighs. Then he starts thrusting. Insanely harsh thrust that makes you jolt against the door. His bare cock rubbed against your covered clit, the pleasure filling all your senses. “AHh Cho!” You moan before Choso moves his hand towards your mouth, covering it.
“Shhh, baby I knoww” If this was him dry humping you definitely wanted to experience real backshots. Your panties were soaked, your wetnesses mixed with his precum. His cock start poking into your underwear wanting so badly to enter your tight, throbbing hole.
“Fuck, close your thighs tighter baby” You obey closing your thighs squeezing Choso’s cock. He groans pressing himself against your back as he continues to thrust. The air in the closet is filthy, both of your moans filling the room, the scent of sex everywhere. Your legs started to faulter and if it wasn’t for Choso’s strong arm wrapped around your body you would’ve fell. His other hand was covering your mouth moves down to your neck giving it a small squeeze.
“I’m cumming, I'm cumming” Choso moans against your back giving a couple of post nut thrust before coming to a full stop. Your legs shake as your vision starts to come back to you. That had been the hardest you’d ever cum, the best you’ve been kissed, and the most pleasurable experience you had ever had.
The two of you stay still until a small shiver runs through your body. That's when you remember that you have half of your clothing on. You and Choso get back dressed in silence, unsure of how your relationship was going to change after this. Choso takes small glances towards you but never says anything.
“Choso did it ever occur to you why I liked Suguru?” You asked the silence irritating you.
“No? I mean...I really couldn’t question you about it...” Choso says unable to look into your eyes.
“He kinda looks like you if you squint a little bit... and since we’re only friends, I just chose the next best thing”
Choso’s eyes widen at your confession; you liked him the entire time? Just earlier he was mopping over the fact that you were so enamored with Suguru, but it turns out you were projecting your feelings for him onto Suguru. He felt like an idiot. He could’ve had you a long time ago if he hadn’t been so scared. But thanks to this childish game he knew how you felt. And there was no reason for him to be scared.
“I like you too, I’ve liked you for a long time” Choso has the cutest grin on his face, like he’s been carrying that boulder for a long time.
You smile and give him a small kiss before turning to open the door. “Let go we’ve been gone much longer than 7 minutes”
BadBoy!Sukuna takes you on your first bike ride ♥️
“First time on a bike?” Sukuna says throwing over a pink helmet for you.
You clumsily catch it, gripping it tight to hide the shaking of your hands.
“You look like a shivering dog calm down” Sukuna swiftly puts his matching pink helmet on.
He turns towards you as you fumble with the helmet for a minute before it finally rests on top of your pretty little head. He watches you as you walk over, legs shifting in the tight pants he recommended you wear. So cute.
“Hurry babe we don’t have all day”
“I’m walking as fast as I can with these stupid pants Suki!”
Suki his heart raced every time you said it. It was nothing special but just hearing your soft voice say his name like that, it made him want to rip those little tight pants right off of you. He took a deep breath as you hopped on top of the motorcycle, a slight flex in his jaw.
“Hold on tight, I don’t need my girlfriend falling off this bike today”
He slightly flexes his abdomen as you wrap your arms around his waist. It’s crazy how he was so used to having girls in his bed every night and now just the slightest touch from you makes him crazy. He turns around to look at you, his heart fluttering when he’s met with your pretty eyes, looking back at him through the helmet.
“Hi,” you smile. He can see it in your eyes.
“Hi,” he smiles back. You can hear it in his voice.
He reaches over and shifts the cover over your eyes. “You need to keep that on babe”
“Yes sir!” you say jokingly.
He quickly turns back around hoping you didn’t feel the way his body heated up. Just from a simple smile. He turns the handles while pressing on the gas, slightly turning his head so you could hear him.
“Ready babe?”
Who should I do next?
Another Bad Boy Sukuna
Rock Star Choso
Gamer Geto
Pool Cleaner Gojo
Your Choice! Comment what you want or put in a request!
Chapter 1. Matcha Mystery Chapter 2. Plus One Problems
Synopsis. Gojo was the popular upperclassmen that everyone looked up to. He was smart, confident, and could care less about the opinions of others. He often visits the coffee shop on campus that you work at; allowing you to not only memorize his order but also become friends. So, image how surprising it was to go to the party Gojo invited you to just to see a loud, overbearing frat boy! What happened to the sweet nerd who orders matcha every day?
Chapter 2 summery- Gojo brings you to his friend's party inviting you as his plus one. Meeting his friends is one thing but what happens when you were once familiar one of them? Will it cause a rift between your relationship with Gojo? And how much PDA is too much for the public eye? CONTENT- {Jealousy, F.oral, M.Masturbation, smoking,}
Word Count. 3.9k
A/N. I want to thank everyone for the immense support on this first chapter! I didn't expect it to get so much attention! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and let me know what you want to see in future chapters!
It had been a few weeks since the party. You and Gojo have been regularly texting with some hints of flirting. But there is a lot of getting to know each other. You already knew Gojo was an extremely interesting individual, but there was so much more to him. Being busy college students' you guys hadn’t seen each other outside of the cafe. He still comes in everyday, still orders his matcha with extra cream. But the energy is different, in a good way. It feels more intimate.
Tonight the two of you were finally going out. Gojo invited you to a charity event a friend from his water polo team had prepared and wanted you to be his plus one. As honored as you were, it was nerve-racking. You’d be meeting his teammates who were in a completely different status than you ever could be. You didn’t have a lot of friends in college. You went to class and immediately went home. What if his friends didn’t find you pretty? Or they’re confused as to why Gojo even had some interest in you? You give a large sign out loud and bury your head in the pillows, wanting to forget the anxiety that washed over your body.
“Girl if I have to hear one more sigh from you, you’re getting kicked out”
“I’m sorry~~ I’m so nervous!”
“Megumi literally picked the perfect dress out for you there's no need you’ll be fine”
“Nobara. These people are like soooo much different than I am, and I’m more scared of embarrassing Gojo than I am myself”.
“Then don’t embarrass anyone?” Nobara gets off her desk and sits down on her bed next to you. “You’ll only mess up if you keep mopping around like this, get up, get some air, then hurry and get ready cause you have like five hours”
You swiftly check your phone, it was 2:03 and Gojo was supposed to be picking you up at 7:00.
“OMG! I have to take a shower!”
“It’s crazy that you have all of your stuff here; you might as well move in…”
“I might actually consider it, you’re closer to all my classes”
“Just do your everything shower” Nobara says rolling her eyes. “I’ll iron your dress”
After an hour and a half shower of shaving, exfoliating, and Nobara’s 12 step skincare routine, you get out of the shower in one of her pink robes. Your dress is ironed, and she's already made the desk into a vanity. You usually liked to do your own makeup, but you trusted Nobara with everything. You sit down at the vanity chair and close your eyes as she starts prepping your skin.
“Sooo…. are you guys going to go all the way tonight?”
“What? Nobara we’re going to a charity event!”
“And? You already know Gojo is Mr.Frat, that man is a freak”
You remanence about your encounter with Gojo at the party. The way he moved his slutty hips against you, both of your gasps filling the room. Blush covered his body as he marked yours. His face as he looked up at you in-between your thighs, anxious to get a taste of your wet cunt. You cross your legs as you bite your lip, trying to shift the conversation elsewhere before you get out of control.
“Um… Yeah, but his friends will be there and,”
“He could always take you home?”
“He could….”
“So? If he asked to come inside of your apartment, would you let him it?”
You shift slightly; Nobara’s double entendre surprises you. “Yeah, I’d let him inside”.
“Hmm I see”
“Stop it feels like your judging me~~”
“I’m not get your dick I’m happy for you”
You let out a flustered laugh as Nobara fans your face before she starts your base.
~~~~
After Nobaras photoshoot, you hear a knock on the door.
“Hey Pretty! Are you ready?” Gojo yells, his loud frat boy coming out of him.
Maybe it was a night thing? He was usually very quiet and sweet in the morning. So, the night had to be the opposite. You look at Nobara before going over to open the door.
“Hey!”
Gojo engulfs you in a hug. His arms wrap around your waist as he sinks onto you, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. His weight presses against you but in a comforting way. You slowly rub his back as he holds you there for a second.
“You look amazing. Thanks for being my plus one tonight. I know it’s different than what you were probably expecting,” Gojo says, rubbing the back of his flustered neck.
Gojo’s idea of a first date was definitely not you going to one of his crazy friend's events. But today was the only day when your schedule didn’t conflict. If not, the two of you would have to wait weeks and Gojo missed you so badly. The best part of his day was being able to see you every morning. It was a high so good he didn’t even need the coffee. The way your eyes brightened once you noticed it was him that walked through the door, the way you’d type his order in before he had said anything.
“No, I love that you asked me to come to this event with you!”
A small smile spreads across his face. He takes you in, an off the shoulder red satin dress the hugged you perfectly.
“Red is definitely your color” Gojo says holding your hand,
You smile shyly, squeezing his hand as he leads you outside to his car. Nobara waves you off and shuts the door behind you. She’s definitely glad you were out for the night.
“Is that your roommate?” Gojo says as he reaches over to buckle you in. Usually, a man doing that would feel degrading, but it feels intimate when he does it. Like a husband taking care of his wife. Gojo starts driving as you answer his question.
“No, I live outside of campus, but Nobara’s dorm is basically my second home”
“Do you have a roommate or?”
“I’m by myself. Not by choice I just forgot to re-apply for dorms “
“mmm I made that mistake and that's how I ended up in the frat house”
"Really? How long have you been living there?”
“Since my second year”
The conversation flows naturally as you and Gojo ride in the car. You love how invested Gojo seemed in your words, in your stories. It made your heart flutter as he asked more questions about your life. Gojo listened to your stories like you were the most interesting person on the planet and you loved it.
It helped the butterflies that were fluttering around in your stomach; you realized Gojo was driving slower which meant you were almost there. Meeting guys' friends is important, and you just wanted to make a good impression.
You let out a shaky breath as Gojo stops the car. You take a sip of water, trying to calm your nerves before entering the building.
He looks over his face slightly unreadable. His eyes scan you before he reaches his hand over and places his thumb on your lips. Your eyes flutter, preparing for a kiss. His heated hand warms your already hot face, his hand staying there for a minute before he wipes the corner of your mouth.
“Your lipstick was a little smudged” Gojo says a little smug a smirk spreading across his face as he turns to open the door.
You watch as he walks out of the car, closing the door behind him. You close your eyes and lay back on the car seat. The embarrassment filling your body with a slight pout forming at your mouth.
Gojo opens your door, extending his hand to let you out. You give him a glare before ignoring his hand and getting out of the car yourself. His stupid smirk made you mad. And his stupid hair, and his stupid sexy suit, and his stupid pretty eyes.
You turn away from him and cross your arms, trying to make it apparent that you were upset. His smirk never leaves as he slowly strolls closer to you. Gojo rests at your side and bends down trying to look in your eyes. You stay turned away from him until he surprises you, gripping the base of your neck and turning your head to give you a quick kiss.
You can’t hide your smile as you cover your face in the crook of his neck. His hands rest at your lower back; you take a deep breath, Gojo’s cologne clouding your senses.
“Woahhh check out the love birds!!”
“Get a room!”
Your heart thunders as you hear a familiar voice. Deep and husky, someone you hadn’t thought of in a while. A gritty laugh straight from the belly, a large figure coming from behind Gojo. You look up to see a familiar spiky pink hair, his red eyes glaring into yours. Your eyes widen as you recognize the man in front of you. Sukuna.
You’ll admit that your freshman year you weren’t the best girlfriend to have. Sukuna being a frat boy really messed with your anxiety. You’d call him 24/7 and question where he was. He’d show up at your dorm at 3a.m, cancel dates for parties you weren’t invited to, and show up on other girls’ Instagram.
It got too toxic and you had your grades to focus on. The relationship only lasted a semester, but it caused you to stay away from men for a while. That was until you met the man standing in front of you. His warm body is leaving you to dap up Sukuna; his smile is too friendly, too favorable.
How close were they? Did Gojo know of your relations with Sukuna? Your mind spun in a whirlwind as they speak Sukuna’s eyes darting towards yours every now and then. Gojo soon noticing the tension and shared glances askes,
“Do you two know each other?”
Sukuna gives a wide smile to both of you, his eyes roaming your body. “Never met her”. With that, he leaves you and Gojo in the parking lot.
Gojo doesn’t ask questions, but his eyes roam your searching for answers. It was difficult, looking into those blue eyes and not telling your whole life story and trauma.
“It’s nothing really” You try laughing it off but it’s slightly off putting, “Should we head inside? I need a drink”
As you head inside, it’s completely different than what you thought it would be. Instead of a fancy charity event party, it was more like a strip club mixed with a frat party with fancy clothing. Gojo holds your waist pulling you closer so you can hear him as you walk,
“The charity event was 4-7, since it’s hosted by one of my favorite buddies, he decided to throw a party after all of the donators left”
“What were they raising money for?” You ask Gojo trying to ignore all the twerking in thongs and grinding and the closest to sex people could get in public without being arrested.
“It’s being split, so half goes to the water polo team the other half to advocate for mental health”
“That’s amazing! I’d love to meet him”
“You’ll love him! I’ve known him since middle school, I have a lot of friends but none like him”
Middle school! There’s no way you’d be meeting one of Gojo’s childhood friends tonight. Your heart raced at the idea. After finding out he’s friends with Sukuna there’s no telling who this guy could be.
Gojo always came into the cafe alone, and you never saw him around campus. But you think of his Instagram. The same tall mysterious black-haired man in almost all of his post. It had to be him.
As you walk further into the party, you’re taken to a quieter area. There you see a group of guys hanging out and drinking. Some with girls around their shoulders, others just enjoy the music. Gojo calls out to everyone, gaining all their attention.
“Hey! I’m not too late, am I?”
“Nah it’s just starting to get interesting” The man with long black hair adds, smiling at you. “Who's this?”
“Suguru! You know the pretty girl at the cafe?” Gojo suggests, your eyes widening at the fact that Gojo has already talked about you to his friends. His best friend in fact.
Suguru’s eyes widen at Gojo’s words, “Oh! I didn’t know she was this pretty I thought you were exaggerating since we never saw her around campus”
Everyone starts speaking at once their amazement shown in their eyes and voices.
“Coffee babe?”
“I didn’t like that name I thought we agreed on cafe queen?”
“No? Everyone liked coffee babe except for you…”
“Matcha cutie was a better one”
“I forgot that was an option”
Your heart races as they argue about whatever nickname they gave you whenever Gojo would tell them about you, which seemed like it was often. Immersed in their conversation, you jump when Gojo slides his hands in-between yours pulling you to sit on the couch with everyone else.
You get introductions from all his friends Suguru, Sukuna, Choso, Nanami, Shoko and Utahime. They were all curious about your relationship with Gojo, how did it happen? What did you see in him? How didn’t you know he was Mr. Frat?
Everyone but Sukuna, he already knew a good amount about you, maybe more than Gojo did. He had a small girl around his arms; she clinged tightly to him. You try focusing on your conversation with Gojo’s friends, but Gojo’s hands were just as curious as his friends. They roamed your body, your waist, your stomach, your thighs.
With each touch he was slowly warming up your body; his own pressed against yours. You loved how touchy Gojo was, but it was slightly embarrassing knowing your panties were wet from arousal while Infront of his friends. Your breath growing heavier as Gojo’s strong arm brings you closer; you’re unsure if he did it subconsciously or if he’s just good at multitasking. Being able to talk with his friends and make you horny.
You certainly weren’t trying to complete full sentences as his hands stroked your thigh, going higher each time. Your mind was fogged until you saw Shoko and Utahime getting up from the couch pulling the girl from Sukuna’s arms, visible annoyance on his face. They come over towards you. Gojo swiftly hugs you tighter, not wanting the girls to take you too.
They pull you from him giggling as they take you to the dance floor. You follow the girls and let the music take over your body. You wouldn’t call yourself a dancer, but you had rhythm, and a body nice enough to distract others from your lack of dancing experience. Shoko spins you around, getting close as you dance. You weren’t drunk, but these girls were so hilarious your giggles made it sound like you were. They’re loud as they speak so you can hear them.
“Be honest! Theres no way you actually like Gojo? Did he pay you or something?” Shoko asks.
“No, I think he’s so fine! I didn’t expect him to be interested in me though!”
“Please I don’t see it!” Utahime says as Shoko spins her.
You giggle at the girls insults not understanding their lack of attraction towards Gojo. He was the prettiest man you had ever seen. Once everyone is tired from dancing, Shoko invites everyone for a smoke break, just the girls. The girl that was with Sukuna went back to sit with him.
You were about to do the same until you saw that Gojo and Sukuna were talking; Sukuna was smiling while Gojo’s face was deadpan, but his hand was in a fist. Your heart palpates as you wipe the sweat from your forehead. You were hot from dancing and too nervous to walk back over to the boys; you decided some fresh air would do you some good.
You sat outside with the girls for a while fidgeting with your dress. You had no idea what Sukuna was telling Gojo and the thought of what he could tell him made you sick. After about 15 minutes Gojo comes outside looking for you. To your surprise, Gojo comes outside with the right side of his lip red and swollen. A small scar layed upon it. It was the side of his lip with the piercing. His hands are bruised, and he looks like he just got out of a fight.
“Oh shit” Shoko says when she sees Gojo walk out.
“Gojo! What happened?” Your question is running over to him.
Gojo grips your arms and brings you back inside. You try your best to follow him, but he’s walking so fast he’s basically dragging you at this point. He takes you to a dark hallway, quiet, and private. He slams you on the way as his lips meet yours. The kiss is quick and aggressive. His hand tightly grips your chin, tilting it up to get deeper into the kiss. The other hand is holding your hands above your head.
“I heard from a certain someone you like it rough” Gojo says moving one of his legs between your thighs.
You gasp not only by his actions but also from his words. Sukuna told him much more than you expected.
“G..Gojo let me explain” You try saying between kisses and moans. His bodies pressed against yours; it’s hard to speak let alone move. You flex your trapped fingers trying to get his attention. He bites your lips so hard it bleeds.
“Go..”
“Stop” Gojo says licking up from your clavicle to your jawline. The action sends a shiver up your spine, weakening your knees when you fall against his thigh. The pressure hitting your clit. You throw your head back as he lifts his knee higher.
“Call me Satoru…please” Gojo pleads before focusing back on your lips. This kiss was softer as he licked the blood from your lips. The kiss was different from the first; his lips were swollen from the fight, most likely with Sukuna.
“Satoru, I’m sorry” You scream as he fondles your breast. A groan comes out of him when you say it.
“Say it again, say my name again” Gojo says, kissing your neck as he partially unzips your dress to expose your breasts.
“Satoru, please” It seemed to really turn him on his hands eagerly letting go of your wrist to pull up your dress.
“I need you, I need your pussy” Gojo’s vulgar language made you squirm, unable to face him.
“Satoru, I’m sorry” you say as Gojo gets on his knees.
“For what? It’s not your fault Sukuna’s an asshole?” Gojo says hiding his head underneath your dress, pulling a leg over his shoulder.
“I didn’t tell you that we used to be a thing”
“I wasn’t upset about that; it was his attitude” Your conversation with Gojo distracting you from the fact that he’s pulling your panties off.
“Fuck your wet” Gojo says pocketing your underwear.
“He bragged about the way you looked at him, how you probably missed his big dick”
“Never! Gojo that was probably my bottom 4 relationships ever”
You gasp as Gojo takes a long lick along your clit. “Please, pretty call me Satoru”
“I..I’m sorry I forgot” you try saying in between moans as Satoru sucks on your clit. His tongue exploring every part of you.
“Such a pretty pussy” Satoru’s mouth stays on your clit as one of his hands come up to go inside of you. He inserts two fingers, the way he curls them makes your toes curl. You hold his head as you close your eyes, embracing the pleasure that was being given to you. His hands at first moving slow speeds up, the more your stomach flexes the more you want to squirm against him.
It was exhilarating the possibility that you could be caught. Your moans so loud that someone explored the dark hallway. Catching Satoru’s mouth devouring your pussy.
You hear small groans and grunts from Gojo every now and then. His hand was no longer holding your thigh on his shoulder, and instead you tried your best to keep it there. Other than what you felt, you had no idea what he was doing down there, but it felt amazing.
Your breath becomes rigid as he switched his hands now on your clit his mouth invading your pussy. You arch your back struggling to focus as your body feverish, all you wanted to do was melt into Satoru. He rubbed your clip in circles, the harder you gripped his hair the more you heard his moans. You wanted to see him, see his face as he ate you out.
“Satouruu~” You whine, slowly pulling up your dress to look at him. Just to be met with the sluttiest image you had ever seen. An image that created a coil in your stomach, making your knees weak. Gojo’s flustered face pressed against your pussy, blushing from his ears all the way to his shoulders. His eyes teary from the lack of air, slick all over his mouth and fingers.
Your underwear wrapped around his cock, soaked with his precum. He doesn’t stop as you watch him, if anything he goes faster. Noticing the way your pussy throbs uncontrollably at the sight of him, he strokes himself faster, his nose brushing against your clit. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, the pleasure overwhelming you, taking over your entire being. The world spins as the coil in your stomach bursts.
You can hear Gojo cumming at the same time, you want to fall but you can’t Satoru’s hand swiftly coming off his cock to hold you up. Continuing to lick and rub you even after you come. Your legs shake as your breath comes back to you, slowly. Gojo finally releases himself from your legs, his breath quivering as he lays on the floor. You fall with him, sliding your back against the wall. You both stay there for a minute to catch your breath before going to the bathroom to clean up.
You let Satoru keep your underwear looking at him through the mirror as you both wipe the sweat off. A part of you felt disgusting, all you wanted to do was get in the shower. Another part of you was in the clouds, the high from cumming still clouding over any sensical thoughts.
Gojo hugs you from the back, looking into your eyes through the mirror. His face is just as blurry as yours, the stupidest smile on his face. He nuzzles his face in your neck, swaying just the slightest. You can’t help but smile. If he was acting like this just from eating you out you really needed to get on top of him. But tonight, you were feeling pretty tired.
“G..Satoru can you take me home now?”
“Yeah, I was just about to ask” Satoru says, speaking into your neck.
The ride home was a blur. You had fallen asleep the moment you got into the car. Occasionally opening your eyes to hear the music or feel Satoru’s hand on your thigh. Your heart swelled, although tonight didn’t go exactly as planned it was nice, amazing actually. You felt like things between Gojo were going in a nice direction, and possibly more serious?
You have him a kiss through the car window waving bye as he stays in front of your apartment. He refused to leave until you were safe inside. You watch through your window as he drives off. You immediately go to your notes app and type down,
Chapter 1. Matcha Mystery Chapter 2. Plus One Problems
Synopsis. Gojo was the popular upperclassmen that everyone looked up to. He was smart, confident, and could care less about the opinions of others. He often visits the coffee shop on campus that you work at; allowing you to not only memorize his order but also become friends. So, image how surprising it was to go to the party Gojo invited you to just to see a loud, overbearing frat boy! What happened to the sweet nerd who orders matcha every day?
Chapter 2 summery- Gojo brings you to his friend's party inviting you as his plus one. Meeting his friends is one thing but what happens when you were once familiar one of them? Will it cause a rift between your relationship with Gojo? And how much PDA is too much for the public eye? CONTENT- {Jealousy, F.oral, M.Masturbation, smoking,}
Word Count. 3.9k
A/N. I want to thank everyone for the immense support on this first chapter! I didn't expect it to get so much attention! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and let me know what you want to see in future chapters!
It had been a few weeks since the party. You and Gojo have been regularly texting with some hints of flirting. But there is a lot of getting to know each other. You already knew Gojo was an extremely interesting individual, but there was so much more to him. Being busy college students' you guys hadn’t seen each other outside of the cafe. He still comes in everyday, still orders his matcha with extra cream. But the energy is different, in a good way. It feels more intimate.
Tonight the two of you were finally going out. Gojo invited you to a charity event a friend from his water polo team had prepared and wanted you to be his plus one. As honored as you were, it was nerve-racking. You’d be meeting his teammates who were in a completely different status than you ever could be. You didn’t have a lot of friends in college. You went to class and immediately went home. What if his friends didn’t find you pretty? Or they’re confused as to why Gojo even had some interest in you? You give a large sign out loud and bury your head in the pillows, wanting to forget the anxiety that washed over your body.
“Girl if I have to hear one more sigh from you, you’re getting kicked out”
“I’m sorry~~ I’m so nervous!”
“Megumi literally picked the perfect dress out for you there's no need you’ll be fine”
“Nobara. These people are like soooo much different than I am, and I’m more scared of embarrassing Gojo than I am myself”.
“Then don’t embarrass anyone?” Nobara gets off her desk and sits down on her bed next to you. “You’ll only mess up if you keep mopping around like this, get up, get some air, then hurry and get ready cause you have like five hours”
You swiftly check your phone, it was 2:03 and Gojo was supposed to be picking you up at 7:00.
“OMG! I have to take a shower!”
“It’s crazy that you have all of your stuff here; you might as well move in…”
“I might actually consider it, you’re closer to all my classes”
“Just do your everything shower” Nobara says rolling her eyes. “I’ll iron your dress”
After an hour and a half shower of shaving, exfoliating, and Nobara’s 12 step skincare routine, you get out of the shower in one of her pink robes. Your dress is ironed, and she's already made the desk into a vanity. You usually liked to do your own makeup, but you trusted Nobara with everything. You sit down at the vanity chair and close your eyes as she starts prepping your skin.
“Sooo…. are you guys going to go all the way tonight?”
“What? Nobara we’re going to a charity event!”
“And? You already know Gojo is Mr.Frat, that man is a freak”
You remanence about your encounter with Gojo at the party. The way he moved his slutty hips against you, both of your gasps filling the room. Blush covered his body as he marked yours. His face as he looked up at you in-between your thighs, anxious to get a taste of your wet cunt. You cross your legs as you bite your lip, trying to shift the conversation elsewhere before you get out of control.
“Um… Yeah, but his friends will be there and,”
“He could always take you home?”
“He could….”
“So? If he asked to come inside of your apartment, would you let him it?”
You shift slightly; Nobara’s double entendre surprises you. “Yeah, I’d let him inside”.
“Hmm I see”
“Stop it feels like your judging me~~”
“I’m not get your dick I’m happy for you”
You let out a flustered laugh as Nobara fans your face before she starts your base.
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After Nobaras photoshoot, you hear a knock on the door.
“Hey Pretty! Are you ready?” Gojo yells, his loud frat boy coming out of him.
Maybe it was a night thing? He was usually very quiet and sweet in the morning. So, the night had to be the opposite. You look at Nobara before going over to open the door.
“Hey!”
Gojo engulfs you in a hug. His arms wrap around your waist as he sinks onto you, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. His weight presses against you but in a comforting way. You slowly rub his back as he holds you there for a second.
“You look amazing. Thanks for being my plus one tonight. I know it’s different than what you were probably expecting,” Gojo says, rubbing the back of his flustered neck.
Gojo’s idea of a first date was definitely not you going to one of his crazy friend's events. But today was the only day when your schedule didn’t conflict. If not, the two of you would have to wait weeks and Gojo missed you so badly. The best part of his day was being able to see you every morning. It was a high so good he didn’t even need the coffee. The way your eyes brightened once you noticed it was him that walked through the door, the way you’d type his order in before he had said anything.
“No, I love that you asked me to come to this event with you!”
A small smile spreads across his face. He takes you in, an off the shoulder red satin dress the hugged you perfectly.
“Red is definitely your color” Gojo says holding your hand,
You smile shyly, squeezing his hand as he leads you outside to his car. Nobara waves you off and shuts the door behind you. She’s definitely glad you were out for the night.
“Is that your roommate?” Gojo says as he reaches over to buckle you in. Usually, a man doing that would feel degrading, but it feels intimate when he does it. Like a husband taking care of his wife. Gojo starts driving as you answer his question.
“No, I live outside of campus, but Nobara’s dorm is basically my second home”
“Do you have a roommate or?”
“I’m by myself. Not by choice I just forgot to re-apply for dorms “
“mmm I made that mistake and that's how I ended up in the frat house”
"Really? How long have you been living there?”
“Since my second year”
The conversation flows naturally as you and Gojo ride in the car. You love how invested Gojo seemed in your words, in your stories. It made your heart flutter as he asked more questions about your life. Gojo listened to your stories like you were the most interesting person on the planet and you loved it.
It helped the butterflies that were fluttering around in your stomach; you realized Gojo was driving slower which meant you were almost there. Meeting guys' friends is important, and you just wanted to make a good impression.
You let out a shaky breath as Gojo stops the car. You take a sip of water, trying to calm your nerves before entering the building.
He looks over his face slightly unreadable. His eyes scan you before he reaches his hand over and places his thumb on your lips. Your eyes flutter, preparing for a kiss. His heated hand warms your already hot face, his hand staying there for a minute before he wipes the corner of your mouth.
“Your lipstick was a little smudged” Gojo says a little smug a smirk spreading across his face as he turns to open the door.
You watch as he walks out of the car, closing the door behind him. You close your eyes and lay back on the car seat. The embarrassment filling your body with a slight pout forming at your mouth.
Gojo opens your door, extending his hand to let you out. You give him a glare before ignoring his hand and getting out of the car yourself. His stupid smirk made you mad. And his stupid hair, and his stupid sexy suit, and his stupid pretty eyes.
You turn away from him and cross your arms, trying to make it apparent that you were upset. His smirk never leaves as he slowly strolls closer to you. Gojo rests at your side and bends down trying to look in your eyes. You stay turned away from him until he surprises you, gripping the base of your neck and turning your head to give you a quick kiss.
You can’t hide your smile as you cover your face in the crook of his neck. His hands rest at your lower back; you take a deep breath, Gojo’s cologne clouding your senses.
“Woahhh check out the love birds!!”
“Get a room!”
Your heart thunders as you hear a familiar voice. Deep and husky, someone you hadn’t thought of in a while. A gritty laugh straight from the belly, a large figure coming from behind Gojo. You look up to see a familiar spiky pink hair, his red eyes glaring into yours. Your eyes widen as you recognize the man in front of you. Sukuna.
You’ll admit that your freshman year you weren’t the best girlfriend to have. Sukuna being a frat boy really messed with your anxiety. You’d call him 24/7 and question where he was. He’d show up at your dorm at 3a.m, cancel dates for parties you weren’t invited to, and show up on other girls’ Instagram.
It got too toxic and you had your grades to focus on. The relationship only lasted a semester, but it caused you to stay away from men for a while. That was until you met the man standing in front of you. His warm body is leaving you to dap up Sukuna; his smile is too friendly, too favorable.
How close were they? Did Gojo know of your relations with Sukuna? Your mind spun in a whirlwind as they speak Sukuna’s eyes darting towards yours every now and then. Gojo soon noticing the tension and shared glances askes,
“Do you two know each other?”
Sukuna gives a wide smile to both of you, his eyes roaming your body. “Never met her”. With that, he leaves you and Gojo in the parking lot.
Gojo doesn’t ask questions, but his eyes roam your searching for answers. It was difficult, looking into those blue eyes and not telling your whole life story and trauma.
“It’s nothing really” You try laughing it off but it’s slightly off putting, “Should we head inside? I need a drink”
As you head inside, it’s completely different than what you thought it would be. Instead of a fancy charity event party, it was more like a strip club mixed with a frat party with fancy clothing. Gojo holds your waist pulling you closer so you can hear him as you walk,
“The charity event was 4-7, since it’s hosted by one of my favorite buddies, he decided to throw a party after all of the donators left”
“What were they raising money for?” You ask Gojo trying to ignore all the twerking in thongs and grinding and the closest to sex people could get in public without being arrested.
“It’s being split, so half goes to the water polo team the other half to advocate for mental health”
“That’s amazing! I’d love to meet him”
“You’ll love him! I’ve known him since middle school, I have a lot of friends but none like him”
Middle school! There’s no way you’d be meeting one of Gojo’s childhood friends tonight. Your heart raced at the idea. After finding out he’s friends with Sukuna there’s no telling who this guy could be.
Gojo always came into the cafe alone, and you never saw him around campus. But you think of his Instagram. The same tall mysterious black-haired man in almost all of his post. It had to be him.
As you walk further into the party, you’re taken to a quieter area. There you see a group of guys hanging out and drinking. Some with girls around their shoulders, others just enjoy the music. Gojo calls out to everyone, gaining all their attention.
“Hey! I’m not too late, am I?”
“Nah it’s just starting to get interesting” The man with long black hair adds, smiling at you. “Who's this?”
“Suguru! You know the pretty girl at the cafe?” Gojo suggests, your eyes widening at the fact that Gojo has already talked about you to his friends. His best friend in fact.
Suguru’s eyes widen at Gojo’s words, “Oh! I didn’t know she was this pretty I thought you were exaggerating since we never saw her around campus”
Everyone starts speaking at once their amazement shown in their eyes and voices.
“Coffee babe?”
“I didn’t like that name I thought we agreed on cafe queen?”
“No? Everyone liked coffee babe except for you…”
“Matcha cutie was a better one”
“I forgot that was an option”
Your heart races as they argue about whatever nickname they gave you whenever Gojo would tell them about you, which seemed like it was often. Immersed in their conversation, you jump when Gojo slides his hands in-between yours pulling you to sit on the couch with everyone else.
You get introductions from all his friends Suguru, Sukuna, Choso, Nanami, Shoko and Utahime. They were all curious about your relationship with Gojo, how did it happen? What did you see in him? How didn’t you know he was Mr. Frat?
Everyone but Sukuna, he already knew a good amount about you, maybe more than Gojo did. He had a small girl around his arms; she clinged tightly to him. You try focusing on your conversation with Gojo’s friends, but Gojo’s hands were just as curious as his friends. They roamed your body, your waist, your stomach, your thighs.
With each touch he was slowly warming up your body; his own pressed against yours. You loved how touchy Gojo was, but it was slightly embarrassing knowing your panties were wet from arousal while Infront of his friends. Your breath growing heavier as Gojo’s strong arm brings you closer; you’re unsure if he did it subconsciously or if he’s just good at multitasking. Being able to talk with his friends and make you horny.
You certainly weren’t trying to complete full sentences as his hands stroked your thigh, going higher each time. Your mind was fogged until you saw Shoko and Utahime getting up from the couch pulling the girl from Sukuna’s arms, visible annoyance on his face. They come over towards you. Gojo swiftly hugs you tighter, not wanting the girls to take you too.
They pull you from him giggling as they take you to the dance floor. You follow the girls and let the music take over your body. You wouldn’t call yourself a dancer, but you had rhythm, and a body nice enough to distract others from your lack of dancing experience. Shoko spins you around, getting close as you dance. You weren’t drunk, but these girls were so hilarious your giggles made it sound like you were. They’re loud as they speak so you can hear them.
“Be honest! Theres no way you actually like Gojo? Did he pay you or something?” Shoko asks.
“No, I think he’s so fine! I didn’t expect him to be interested in me though!”
“Please I don’t see it!” Utahime says as Shoko spins her.
You giggle at the girls insults not understanding their lack of attraction towards Gojo. He was the prettiest man you had ever seen. Once everyone is tired from dancing, Shoko invites everyone for a smoke break, just the girls. The girl that was with Sukuna went back to sit with him.
You were about to do the same until you saw that Gojo and Sukuna were talking; Sukuna was smiling while Gojo’s face was deadpan, but his hand was in a fist. Your heart palpates as you wipe the sweat from your forehead. You were hot from dancing and too nervous to walk back over to the boys; you decided some fresh air would do you some good.
You sat outside with the girls for a while fidgeting with your dress. You had no idea what Sukuna was telling Gojo and the thought of what he could tell him made you sick. After about 15 minutes Gojo comes outside looking for you. To your surprise, Gojo comes outside with the right side of his lip red and swollen. A small scar layed upon it. It was the side of his lip with the piercing. His hands are bruised, and he looks like he just got out of a fight.
“Oh shit” Shoko says when she sees Gojo walk out.
“Gojo! What happened?” Your question is running over to him.
Gojo grips your arms and brings you back inside. You try your best to follow him, but he’s walking so fast he’s basically dragging you at this point. He takes you to a dark hallway, quiet, and private. He slams you on the way as his lips meet yours. The kiss is quick and aggressive. His hand tightly grips your chin, tilting it up to get deeper into the kiss. The other hand is holding your hands above your head.
“I heard from a certain someone you like it rough” Gojo says moving one of his legs between your thighs.
You gasp not only by his actions but also from his words. Sukuna told him much more than you expected.
“G..Gojo let me explain” You try saying between kisses and moans. His bodies pressed against yours; it’s hard to speak let alone move. You flex your trapped fingers trying to get his attention. He bites your lips so hard it bleeds.
“Go..”
“Stop” Gojo says licking up from your clavicle to your jawline. The action sends a shiver up your spine, weakening your knees when you fall against his thigh. The pressure hitting your clit. You throw your head back as he lifts his knee higher.
“Call me Satoru…please” Gojo pleads before focusing back on your lips. This kiss was softer as he licked the blood from your lips. The kiss was different from the first; his lips were swollen from the fight, most likely with Sukuna.
“Satoru, I’m sorry” You scream as he fondles your breast. A groan comes out of him when you say it.
“Say it again, say my name again” Gojo says, kissing your neck as he partially unzips your dress to expose your breasts.
“Satoru, please” It seemed to really turn him on his hands eagerly letting go of your wrist to pull up your dress.
“I need you, I need your pussy” Gojo’s vulgar language made you squirm, unable to face him.
“Satoru, I’m sorry” you say as Gojo gets on his knees.
“For what? It’s not your fault Sukuna’s an asshole?” Gojo says hiding his head underneath your dress, pulling a leg over his shoulder.
“I didn’t tell you that we used to be a thing”
“I wasn’t upset about that; it was his attitude” Your conversation with Gojo distracting you from the fact that he’s pulling your panties off.
“Fuck your wet” Gojo says pocketing your underwear.
“He bragged about the way you looked at him, how you probably missed his big dick”
“Never! Gojo that was probably my bottom 4 relationships ever”
You gasp as Gojo takes a long lick along your clit. “Please, pretty call me Satoru”
“I..I’m sorry I forgot” you try saying in between moans as Satoru sucks on your clit. His tongue exploring every part of you.
“Such a pretty pussy” Satoru’s mouth stays on your clit as one of his hands come up to go inside of you. He inserts two fingers, the way he curls them makes your toes curl. You hold his head as you close your eyes, embracing the pleasure that was being given to you. His hands at first moving slow speeds up, the more your stomach flexes the more you want to squirm against him.
It was exhilarating the possibility that you could be caught. Your moans so loud that someone explored the dark hallway. Catching Satoru’s mouth devouring your pussy.
You hear small groans and grunts from Gojo every now and then. His hand was no longer holding your thigh on his shoulder, and instead you tried your best to keep it there. Other than what you felt, you had no idea what he was doing down there, but it felt amazing.
Your breath becomes rigid as he switched his hands now on your clit his mouth invading your pussy. You arch your back struggling to focus as your body feverish, all you wanted to do was melt into Satoru. He rubbed your clip in circles, the harder you gripped his hair the more you heard his moans. You wanted to see him, see his face as he ate you out.
“Satouruu~” You whine, slowly pulling up your dress to look at him. Just to be met with the sluttiest image you had ever seen. An image that created a coil in your stomach, making your knees weak. Gojo’s flustered face pressed against your pussy, blushing from his ears all the way to his shoulders. His eyes teary from the lack of air, slick all over his mouth and fingers.
Your underwear wrapped around his cock, soaked with his precum. He doesn’t stop as you watch him, if anything he goes faster. Noticing the way your pussy throbs uncontrollably at the sight of him, he strokes himself faster, his nose brushing against your clit. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, the pleasure overwhelming you, taking over your entire being. The world spins as the coil in your stomach bursts.
You can hear Gojo cumming at the same time, you want to fall but you can’t Satoru’s hand swiftly coming off his cock to hold you up. Continuing to lick and rub you even after you come. Your legs shake as your breath comes back to you, slowly. Gojo finally releases himself from your legs, his breath quivering as he lays on the floor. You fall with him, sliding your back against the wall. You both stay there for a minute to catch your breath before going to the bathroom to clean up.
You let Satoru keep your underwear looking at him through the mirror as you both wipe the sweat off. A part of you felt disgusting, all you wanted to do was get in the shower. Another part of you was in the clouds, the high from cumming still clouding over any sensical thoughts.
Gojo hugs you from the back, looking into your eyes through the mirror. His face is just as blurry as yours, the stupidest smile on his face. He nuzzles his face in your neck, swaying just the slightest. You can’t help but smile. If he was acting like this just from eating you out you really needed to get on top of him. But tonight, you were feeling pretty tired.
“G..Satoru can you take me home now?”
“Yeah, I was just about to ask” Satoru says, speaking into your neck.
The ride home was a blur. You had fallen asleep the moment you got into the car. Occasionally opening your eyes to hear the music or feel Satoru’s hand on your thigh. Your heart swelled, although tonight didn’t go exactly as planned it was nice, amazing actually. You felt like things between Gojo were going in a nice direction, and possibly more serious?
You have him a kiss through the car window waving bye as he stays in front of your apartment. He refused to leave until you were safe inside. You watch through your window as he drives off. You immediately go to your notes app and type down,
While we wait for chapter 2 of Party Nerd, I wanted to give my Tumblr fans something special! I also wanted to say thank you for all the support Party Nerd has gotten ♥️
A.N. Sorry to my A03 fans Tumblr gets a little extra!
Nerd!Gojo – Goons to photos of you, whimpering and whining as he slowly strokes his cock edging himself until he can’t take it anymore. His pretty red tip leaking as he continuously stops himself from cumming.
Nerd!Gojo – Begs for you to send him voice notes. He loves listening to your voice, imagining what you would sound like screaming his name. He plays them over and over, not realizing he’s bucking against his pants until there’s a wet stain in his jeans.
Nerd!Gojo – Hides his 18+ manga whenever you come over. Under the bed, in the closet, in his drawers, in binders. You found one in his math book one day; you didn’t tell him and took it home. Later he noticed it was missing and got off on the thought of you reading it.
Nerd!Gojo – Loves matching cosplay with you. Buying you various outfits to go to conventions. He takes you all the nerdy things he likes, showing you off to everyone he knows. Comic-con, Anime Conventions, Game releasing events, everything.
Nerd!Gojo – IS AN EATER!!! I will repeat he is the biggest eater known to man. That man will eat you out until your crying and shaking from pleasure. Your eyes blurry only seeing his white hair between your thighs as you grip his hair harder. He loves hearing you beg him to stop while trapping his head with your thigh; your body betraying your words.
Nerd!Gojo – Is loud as hell in bed with absolutely no shame at all. He moans while eating you out, moans while you give him a blowjob, moans while you ride him, moans at any sexual activity. He loves letting you know how good you make him feel.
Frat!Gojo – Loves showing you off. You’re in all his Instagram posts; he loves you wearing his varsity jacket and is all over you at parties. He loves covering your body in hickeys and bites to show off that you're his. He’ll spray his cologne on your clothes and loads your phone with a picture of himself.
Frat!Gojo – Gets really horny when he’s drunk, slurring his words as he tries to pull you to bed after a party. You try to talk sense into him, but his throbbing bulge seems painful. However as quickly drunk Gojo is to get horny, he’s even quicker to pass out; so, no fun for you.
Frat!Gojo – Loves backshots or any position where your ass is visible! He loves seeing your ass jiggle as he pounds against you gripping the back of your head. He also loves reverse cowgirl seeing you lift your hips and harshly sit back down on his cock throwing your head forward; arms gripping his legs for dear life.
Frat!Gojo – Can’t get enough of your laugh. He does everything in his power to make you laugh. He loves seeing your wide smile and pretty teeth. He’ll make a complete fool of himself if it means that he gets to hear your laugh.
Frat!Gojo – Stays sending you stuff throughout the day. Whether it’s pictures of him, his food, funny reels, and even freaky ahh audios/videos. Especially when you haven’t seen each other for a while. Dirty words as he cooed them to you, the sound of his wet cock being stroked filling your headphones. The video showing his everlasting need for you.
Frat!Gojo – Is really clingy. He texts you 24/7; he’s always over your shoulder at parties. He’ll spend hours with you on facetime doing homework, showers, eating, and even sleeping. He could spend hours kissing you; it’s his favorite thing. Desperate, intoxicating kisses that leave you both breathless. He needs some parts of your body touching him no matter what it is, your hand, your legs, your arms. His love language has to be physical touch and quality time.
While we wait for chapter 2 of Party Nerd, I wanted to give my Tumblr fans something special! I also wanted to say thank you for all the support Party Nerd has gotten ♥️
A.N. Sorry to my A03 fans Tumblr gets a little extra!
Nerd!Gojo – Goons to photos of you, whimpering and whining as he slowly strokes his cock edging himself until he can’t take it anymore. His pretty red tip leaking as he continuously stops himself from cumming.
Nerd!Gojo – Begs for you to send him voice notes. He loves listening to your voice, imagining what you would sound like screaming his name. He plays them over and over, not realizing he’s bucking against his pants until there’s a wet stain in his jeans.
Nerd!Gojo – Hides his 18+ manga whenever you come over. Under the bed, in the closet, in his drawers, in binders. You found one in his math book one day; you didn’t tell him and took it home. Later he noticed it was missing and got off on the thought of you reading it.
Nerd!Gojo – Loves matching cosplay with you. Buying you various outfits to go to conventions. He takes you all the nerdy things he likes, showing you off to everyone he knows. Comic-con, Anime Conventions, Game releasing events, everything.
Nerd!Gojo – IS AN EATER!!! I will repeat he is the biggest eater known to man. That man will eat you out until your crying and shaking from pleasure. Your eyes blurry only seeing his white hair between your thighs as you grip his hair harder. He loves hearing you beg him to stop while trapping his head with your thigh; your body betraying your words.
Nerd!Gojo – Is loud as hell in bed with absolutely no shame at all. He moans while eating you out, moans while you give him a blowjob, moans while you ride him, moans at any sexual activity. He loves letting you know how good you make him feel.
Frat!Gojo – Loves showing you off. You’re in all his Instagram posts; he loves you wearing his varsity jacket and is all over you at parties. He loves covering your body in hickeys and bites to show off that you're his. He’ll spray his cologne on your clothes and loads your phone with a picture of himself.
Frat!Gojo – Gets really horny when he’s drunk, slurring his words as he tries to pull you to bed after a party. You try to talk sense into him, but his throbbing bulge seems painful. However as quickly drunk Gojo is to get horny, he’s even quicker to pass out; so, no fun for you.
Frat!Gojo – Loves backshots or any position where your ass is visible! He loves seeing your ass jiggle as he pounds against you gripping the back of your head. He also loves reverse cowgirl seeing you lift your hips and harshly sit back down on his cock throwing your head forward; arms gripping his legs for dear life.
Frat!Gojo – Can’t get enough of your laugh. He does everything in his power to make you laugh. He loves seeing your wide smile and pretty teeth. He’ll make a complete fool of himself if it means that he gets to hear your laugh.
Frat!Gojo – Stays sending you stuff throughout the day. Whether it’s pictures of him, his food, funny reels, and even freaky ahh audios/videos. Especially when you haven’t seen each other for a while. Dirty words as he cooed them to you, the sound of his wet cock being stroked filling your headphones. The video showing his everlasting need for you.
Frat!Gojo – Is really clingy. He texts you 24/7; he’s always over your shoulder at parties. He’ll spend hours with you on facetime doing homework, showers, eating, and even sleeping. He could spend hours kissing you; it’s his favorite thing. Desperate, intoxicating kisses that leave you both breathless. He needs some parts of your body touching him no matter what it is, your hand, your legs, your arms. His love language has to be physical touch and quality time.
Synopsis. Gojo was the popular upperclassmen that everyone looked up to. He was smart, confident, and could care less about the opinions of others. He often visits the coffee shop on campus that you work at; allowing you to not only memorize his order but also become friends. So, image how surprising it was to go to the party Gojo invited you to just to see a loud, overbearing frat boy! What happened to the sweet nerd who orders matcha every day?
Word Count. 4.7k
A/N. Loved the concept LMK if you want a second chapter! P.S. Nerdjo is def a performative male (not even purposefully) he just ironically likes books and matcha and thinks a tote is the most effective way to carry his things
Wednesday-
You don’t look up when you hear the familiar doorbell jingle. Silently making a latte mouthing to the music in your air pods. You couldn’t stand the music your manager had put on today, so your air pods were your savior. A low whistle goes along with the music in your ear. You turn around only to see your most loyal costumer Gojo whistling along to your music. You swiftly take the air pod out turning off the music, your eyes wide wondering how long he had been standing there. His smile was bright, and eyes crinkled behind his glasses. He slightly tilts his head.
“Good morning pretty, you seem to be having a good morning so far” Gojo says already taking his phone out to pay.
You hand the latte to your coworker and type of Gojo’s order. It didn’t take long for you to realize that he always ordered the same thing. Green tea matcha with extra cream. You smile back at him, hands slightly shaky from his presence.
“Yup! It’s going well. I feel confident for my Engl 102 exam later today”
“Well good luck, I remember Engl 102 class like it was yesterday”
You roll your eyes at Gojo’s comment. Even though you and Gojo were only a year apart, he acted like he was much wiser and more mature than you. He’s extremely popular on campus and has pretty good relations with everyone. There’s not one person you know that truly hates Gojo Satoru. You watch as he puts his phone back in his tote bag after paying the slight jingle of his anime keychains reminds you of the last time you saw Gojo.
“Oh right! Did you ever get my photocards when you went to Comic-Con? I had been meaning to ask but since you were out of town because of it I hadn’t seen you all last week”
Gojo sighs pushing up his glasses as you make his matcha. He was such a nerd, but there was something so alluring about it. Something so…sexy about it. The way his eyes would light up whenever he talked about something he was passionate about. His girlfriend was lucky…if he had one, that is. But if not, Gojo Satoru was definitely a train you were willing to ride. You snap out of your thoughts when Gojo answers.
“It’s always something materialistic for you, when will you ever love me for me? I spend at least 50 dollars a week at this cafe, isn’t that enough?”
You smile at Gojo’s sarcasm as he digs through his bag, getting the photocards. It just so happens the city Comic-Con was in this year also had a K-pop popup store the same weekend. You had given Gojo money to buy you some photocards. He hands them to you as you hand off his drink. Your fingers touch for a spit second, the cold drink contrasting with his warm hands. You swallow your nerves as you put the cards in your apron pocket, quickly thanking him.
“Hey, are you doing anything this Friday? My friends are throwing a party, and I was wondering if you’d like to come? The theme is Greek God”
Your heart raced out of your chest. Gojo Satoru just invited you to a party. But for some reason the idea of Gojo at a party just seemed unlikely. He probably was in a corner somewhere reading manga with one hand and a drink in another. You fumble with the fabric of your apron, so you don’t fumble your words.
“Yeah! Um, I don’t have anything going on Friday where is it at?”
“Give me your phone I’ll text it to you”
You quickly hand Gojo your phone and watch as he types in his own number into your phone. A small smile spreads across his face as he hands it back. You turn your phone around to look at the address and realize the party was on campus.
“I’ll text you more details once they get figured out, but it’ll most likely start around 8:00. Let me know if you can make it!”
You wave as he starts walking out, slightly dazed from the entire interaction. The doorbell rings as he walks out and another person walks in. You put your air pod back in and smile for your upcoming customer. The party, sitting at the back of your mind.
Thursday-
“Oh yeah, I know this address! It’s the frat house at the end of campus. They always have music playing and y’know the flashing lights,” Yuuji says, looking at the address Gojo had given you.
Frat house? Well with how popular Gojo is it makes sense that he’s friends with some frat boys. You drag your hands across the fabric of the white dresses you were looking at, none embracing the look you were trying to go for. You wanted something flowy that you could match the golden belt you had at home. Yuuji sees your pout and hands your phone back to you.
“Why don’t you ask Nobara? She’s made clothes for you before I’m sure she’d have no problem making you a dress”
“The party is literally tomorrow she’d kill me if I asked her to make me something so last minute”.
“It’s literally white fabric with some ruffles”
You bite your lip, considering Yuuji’s idea. You could find some tacky dress at this store or ask your friend and risk her being mad at you but at least you’d feel confident. You ignore Yuuji’s smirk as you pull up Nobara’s name on your phone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The halls are empty as you walk through the sports center looking for Norbara. She was rightfully very pissed at you but agreed since she knew about your little crush on Gojo Satoru. She wanted you to meet her at the sports center because there was a water polo game she had to attend. Nobara was the student body vice president and liked to show her support at all student events. You two would go back to her dorm to work on the dress.
You open the doors to the sports center standing near the door as others walk out. The game has just ended and based on their smiles you can tell that your school had won. With all the bodies in the room you can’t find Nobara but there is a face that you do recognize. Dripping white hair covering his forehead, his eyelashes stuck together from the pool, water droplets falling from every part of his body. Gojo Satoru had just finished his water polo game.
You clenched your thighs observing Gojo. His water polo cap in his hands, the tiny Speedo hiding absolutely nothing that Gojo was packing. Water was glistening everywhere but was more prominent on his biceps, his abs, and his thighs. Your eyes follow his every movement; you wouldn’t be surprised if your eyes were bulging. Gojo usually wears heavy clothes when he comes to the cafe. Sweaters or on a hot day baggy t-shirts, he never wore shorts or tight jeans.
You come back to your senses as you notice he’s getting closer. You look around trying to find Nobara again so you could avoid accidentally talking to Gojo’s crotch while he talked to you. It felt like a slow-motion scene in a romance movie the way he walked over to you. His eyes are slow and seductive like a predator. He looked different without his glasses.
“Hey! It’s crazy I’ve never seen you outside of the cafe before. I was starting to question whether you were really a student or not,” Gojo says as he pulls you in for a quick side hug.
That hug made you more feverish than ever. His wet skin makes contact with you as his hand trails down your back. Your senses feel enhanced the smell of chlorine on him, the feeling of his unclothed muscles tensing at your touch as you press your hand on his upper back.
“I’m here looking for a friend I’m going back to their dorm after this” you say trying to ignore the slight wetness on your clothes left from the hug.
His eyes slightly darken at your words. A tight smile forms his lips, different from the one you usually see at the cafe.
“Oh? I didn’t know you had a boyfriend I’d like to meet the lucky guy!”
You blink confused by Gojo’s words. Boyfriend? Where did he get that idea? You definitely didn’t want him to think you were taken. Before you can explain, Nobara finally shows up wrapping her arm around your shoulder.
“She doesn’t have a boyfriend. If she did, I would be the first to know”
Gojo’s name is called by his teammates, rushing him to hurry to the locker room. He looks back at them telling him he’ll be there soon before turning back to you.
“Cool that's nice to know” Gojo gives you a wink before heading to the locker room.
You wait until he’s fully gone before melting into Nobara’s arms.
“WHY didn’t you tell me he’d was here~~~~” You whine slightly embarrassed.
Besides knowing Gojo was a cute and popular nerd that loved matcha, you didn’t know much about him. You had no idea he was in water polo. And you had no idea he had such a body.
“It’s fine you look cute today! I totally saw him eyeing you up”
“Don’t do that It’ll get my hopes up” You sign as you lift yourself from Nobara’s arms.
You and Nobara walk back to her dorm and work out the plan of the outfit that's going to steal Gojo Satoru’s heart.
Friday-
Today’s the day. You accidentally fell asleep at Nobara’s dorm last night but woke up to her still working on the dress. Apparently, she had just woken up a few minutes before you did, but you weren’t too sure. Anyway, to thank her you decided to get her some breakfast from her favorite spot. It’s just a few blocks outside of campus but overall, a 30-minute walk at most. You open your phone seeing a new message from Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru
“Hey pretty just checking in you could make it tonight, right?”
You
“Yeah, I’ll be there! 8:00 right?”
Gojo Satoru
“Yes, glad you remember can’t wait to see your Greek fit tonight ;)"
You smile at the emoji he sent and how he texts how he talks. It felt like he was right in front of you. You could basically hear his voice and smell his cologne. You look up from your phone as your name is called and grab your order. After texting Gojo the walk back feels like 5 minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“AHH, you look so pretty! Stand over there so I can take a picture” Nobara squeals as she poses you for her business page.
“One from the back…OH! Turn just a little bit to your right”
“Okay~~ Yuuji and Megumi are waiting outside. I have to go”
Nobara give you a big hug before taking one more look at you with a cheeky grin.
“Be safe, you look absolutely delicious, and tell me all the details once you get home”
You had been to parties before, but this house was notorious for their insane parties. Like the type of parties where people don’t remember anything they did the night before, or where they wake up in an alleyway or worse jail. Yuuji and Megumi were going too, so it made sense for the three of you to go together and make sure you all left together.
You walk to the car trying not to move too much. Because you slept at Nobara’s dorm, you didn't feel like going all the way back to your place, so you were working with some of Nobara’s accessories. Nobara’s gold corset was squeezing the life out of you. The long dress reached down to your ankles, golden bangles around your wrist. You felt pretty and were hoping to get a little closer to Gojo tonight.
You open the car door and see Megumi and Yuuji with their Greek outfits. You smile at yourself, noting how you all had a similar theme to one shoulder. You wondered if you were possibly matching Gojo too.
“You guys look great! Thanks for accompanying me at the party” you say closing the door behind you.
Yuuji smiles, handing you a small shot glass. “Thought you’d probably want at least a small shot before walking into this”
Megumi starts the car looking back for a moment to talk to you, "He's basically saying he doesn’t think you could openly flirt with Gojo sober without completely embarrassing yourself”
You roll your eyes at your friends' doubts in your flirting abilities while still quickly downing the shot. You hate to admit it, but you’d need much more than confidence to seduce that man. A little shot or two wouldn’t hurt anyone. You wince at the slight burn at the back of your throat and take the juice Yuuji offers you. You fix any flaws in your makeup during the short car ride to the Frat House.
“Hey me and Yuuji won’t be around 24/7 to make sure you didn’t accidentally kill yourself so make sure you're making good decisions”
“Okay mom! Y’know I’m not as stupid as you think I am” you say getting out of the car.
“Megumi, she can handle herself”
“Thank you yuuji”
Megumi rolls his eyes and sighs as he gets out of the car. Lock it before turning to you and Yuuji.
“ANYWAY, do you plan on coming back with us or are you staying at Mr. Frats place?”
"Who’s Mr. Frat?”
Megumi and Yuuji concerningly look other at each other. Unsure whether you were joking or not.
“Uhhhh…You know what! Never mind, let’s just go inside,” Yuuji says, grabbing Megumi’s shoulder and dragging him inside, leaving you outside.
“What the? You guys are so weird do you know that!” You say walking inside the big frat house.
The vibe inside the house is completely different. Loud music blasted so loud you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. There were blue LED lights in the whole house giving the party a sexy vibe. Everyone was in their own head doing their own thing. Some were drinking, others were dancing, and you saw some games playing in the living room. Everyone different types of Greek gods, you saw a shield for Hera, some Eros, even a Zeus. You were pretty basic with your Greek God; you chose Persephone a flower crown laid at the top of your head.
If you were being honest, you saw on Gojo’s Instagram that he was being Hades for the party, and you knew you had to take the chance. It was no coincidence that you were going to match outfits tonight. You search for a bit trying to find his white hair in the crowd. He always stood out and was so easy to find. Well, not today.
You see Gojo’s friend Nanami playing beer ping pong. If Gojo was a cool nerd, then Nanami would be the complete opposite. Nanami was attractive but wasn’t as nice and approachable as Gojo. But he was still a good guy once you got to know him. You two had Math together last year and shared a couple of study sessions. You walk over hoping Nanami would know where Gojo was.
“Hey Nanami, it’s been a while!”
Nanami looks over, drinking from a red plastic cup “Oh hey, I haven’t seen you since last semester. I’d never take you one for frat parties?”
Nanami’s right. Your schedule usually consists of work, school, study, sleep, and repeat. On occasional weekends you’d go to parties, but it wasn’t consistent. You had things you needed to pay for, and scholarships weren’t enough.
“Yeah, you’re right um, Gojo invited me. Speaking of him have you seen him around?”
Nanami’s eyes widen at mention of Gojo. His face kind of contorts looking around before turning back to you.
“Hey there’s something you need to know about Gojo”
Before he can answer you see a familiar pair of blue eyes behind Nanami. Gojo stretches his arm around Nanami’s shoulder; you see Gojo’s hand tightly grips Nanami’s shoulder. Gojo’s face is the same as it was at the sports center with dark eyes, tight lips, and this time his eyebrows were furrowed.
“NANAMIN!! Hey, I didn’t know you knew pretty?”
Nanami annoying looks at the arm around his shoulder. “Yeah, we had math together last year. We often studied together because the class was so hard”
“Aww you guys should’ve invited me I could’ve help you two studyyy”
You blink multiple times not only surprised by the scene you were witnessing but also Gojo’s altered personality. This guy was loud, cocky, he was completely different from the nerd that comes to the cafe every day.
His hair was spiked up, reveling an undercut you had no idea about. He wore earrings and a lip piercing on the right side of his lip. The body you had seen at the pool was in a one shoulder garment like everyone else. Except his was black, he was Hades just like his story implied which meant you too were matching.
However it was difficult to focus on that when this strange Gojo was in front of you. His presence was bigger; his personality was loud. The way he towered over Nanami and gripped his shoulder was asshole-Ish. You furrow your eyebrows and pout your mind racing with doubts of the Gojo you knew. Whether he was real or not. Gojo notices your pout releasing Nanami of his grip he walks over to you smoothing out your furrowed eyebrows, a slight smirk on his lips.
“Don’t do that pretty, it causes wrinkles”
Nanami goes back to his game apologizing to the other person for taking so long. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Megumi and Yuuji were talking about earlier. Gojo is Mr. Frat. You watch his eyes as he looks up and down, a slight lick of his lips as he comes back up to your face. You clench your thighs when you start to feel a quick pulse, looking everywhere but Gojo’s eyes.
“You look good, better than good actually, are you Aphrodite?”
You grow hot at Gojo’s flirting, cursing yourself for not taking a second shot.
“Persephone actually, but thanks for the flattery it almost worked”
“Dang, I’ll try again in a couple of minutes”
Gojo takes your hand, “You wanna see my room?”
Oh?
“Wait let me guess if you're an action figure nerd or a body pillow gooner nerd”
Gojo rolls his eyes as he pretends to be shocked, holding his hand to his heart.
“Ouch didn’t think I gave that impression all the times we met at the cafe?”
“Well, you also definitely didn’t give frat boy all the times we met but here we are”
Gojo’s eyes widen and he stops before the door. He turns around to look at you, towering over your entire being. His body is pressed up against the door, he demeaner different from earlier. He rubs his hand on his neck,
“Do you hate it?”
“Hate what?”
“Well, I don’t know? Frat boys? Does that turn you off?”
You look into Gojo’s eyes for the first time tonight, and you notice the look on his face. Different from anything you usually see from him. Insecurity. Was he worried that you wouldn’t like this other side of him? You take time to think about your feelings about this other side of Gojo. Did you hate it? No. It was kind of hot actually, the way he got all jealous of Nanami. They way his eyes shamelessly roamed your body. The way he stood in front of you, blocking the door to his room until he got the validation that he needed from you.
“I don’t mind it…you’re hot either way so” You give him a small shrug trying not to expose how nervous you were.
He smiles a bit, his confidence growing back, “by the way I’m totally an action figure nerd”.
He opens the door to his room filled with action figures, collectables, posters. This is the room that belonged to the boy who got a Macha every day. The boy standing right in front of you. You try distracting yourself with his collectables flipping through his Pokémon card collection. Anything to distract your mind from the wetness between your thighs and the way the entire room smelled like him.
It doesn’t help when he stands behind you flipping through the binder pages yapping about how he got his ultra rare. You try to ignore the veins on his arms, the way his body presses against yours. His husky voice spoke right into your ear, and you hope he doesn’t hear your breathy moan. Your mind is racing, and you know if you stay in this position any long you won’t be able to think straight.
You slightly turn your head to look at Gojo, “my legs are starting to hurt could we sit anywhere?”
Gojo gives a quick glance at your lips; he gives you space running his hands through his hair while taking a deep breath.
“I only have my bed if that's okay with you?” You notice a slight hue on Gojo’s cheeks.
You smile, knowing you weren’t the only one struggling. But why struggle? You walk over to his bed and pat the stop next to you. Taking your shoes off before putting your feet on the bed. He comes over and lays next to your face down. He stays like that for a minute before shyly looking up towards you.
“It’s odd because I usually have no issue with stuff like this but somehow feel like I’m doing everything wrong tonight”
You smile and rub is hair, accidentally flattening it “oh! Sorry I didn’t mean to mess up your hair”
“It’s fine do you like it better that way?” Gojo says getting up to sit cris cross. “I could be whatever you like”
You two are now face to face, and his words are really endearing. He grabs your hands and allows you to cover his undercut and bring his hair back over his forehead. Truthfully you did like it better that way. When you're done, you bring your hands into your lap, and he grabs your chin, surprising you.
“Is it my turn to mess something of yours up?
“Depends on what it is?”
“Your lipstick”
Gojo plants a light kiss on your lips, soft: cautious, like they were made of glass. The kiss deepens as you run your fingers through his hair. He tastes like beer and peppermint. He guides you body back onto the mattress and his hands roam your body as you explore each other's mouths. You get a little carried away and grip Gojo’s hair a moan coming out of him as he pulls back.
You both look at each over hot, flustered, catching your breaths. Gojo’s lips are now the same color that was on your lips; you catch him give another glance at your lips a look you knew too well washed over him.
Gojo kisses you again; this wants deeper, hungrier. You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him closer. He plants one hand at the base of your neck the other slowly trailing up your leg bringing your dress up. His kiss is fast, but his movements are slow and methodical. The higher his hand comes up, the more your body starts to shiver.
The pulse becomes overwhelming by the time he’s at your upper thigh anticipation pumping your blood. He probably notices you're squirming too because he releases himself from your lips, the same smirk growing on his face.
“Patience pretty”
He places a kiss on your forehead, opening your legs as he moves down to your neck. His lips were soft as he kissed and sucked on your neck. He was placed between your thighs; you shift hoping for some friction. This request he finally obliges, Gojo’s hips move with yours finally relieving the pressure that was built up. You release soft moaning as Gojo explores your body with his mouth, leaving marks and light hickeys around your neck and shoulder.
You wrap your legs around Gojo’s waist hoping for more movement, more pressure. You watch as Gojo releases a breathy laugh almost sounding like a moan. When he looks up at you, you finally see how flustered his face is. The pinky hue covers his cheeks, his ears, and even his neck. It was adorable.
Your hands roam his feverish face, moving over to his hot ears. You move down to his shoulders, eventually landing at his chest. You wanted to learn about his body, learn what turned him on. Curiosity getting to the better of you as you flick his nipple causing him to gasp.
“So, you wannna play dirty huh?”
Gojo takes revenge, slithering his hands around your back to unclasp your strapless bra. Your eyes widen in surprise as he licks one of your breasts as his other hand squishing the other. You hold his head as he takes control, his hips rutting against you. Every part of your being is sensitive and hot. Gojo makes small noises as he moves, like his body was moving before his mind could keep up. Your mind becomes foggy as you realize Gojo starts lowering himself between your thighs.
You close your eyes ready to embrace the pleasure until you hear your phone ring. You swiftly open your eyes and look at Gojo who's in the middle of kissing your thighs. As badly as you want to ignore the call, you recognized the ring tone. It had to be Megumi, which meant it was time to go. You groan as you grab your phone to answer it; Gojo grabs your wrist, his eyes begging you to ignore the call. You give him a light smile before answering the call
Megumi
“Hey, Yuuji got super drunk and we have to go. Where are you?”
You
“Hey, um I’m with Gojo”
Megumi
“… are you staying?
You
“No, I can’t I have work in the morning, I’ll catch you guys outside”
You hang up the phone and look at Gojo. He hugs your legs for a minute before pulling your dress down, helping you get back dressed.
“Sorry I didn’t think they’d want to leave so early, but I can with them, so I have to leave with them”
“Can’t I drop you off tomorrow?” Gojo says fixing your flower crown as you reclasp your bra.
“Gojo my shift starts at 5 a.m. there's no way you’re waking up that early”
Gojo smiles, looking down at you, “you don’t know what I would do for you”.
You give him a quick kiss before getting off the bed to put your shoes back on.
“I’ll walk you out,” Gojo says, taking your hand.
The two of you walk out hand in hand towards the exit. Once you two are outside, you spot Megumi struggling to get Yuuji in the car. Gojo notices and offers help, easily getting Yuuji in the car. Megumi suspiciously looks at the two of you before getting into the driver's seat. You turn towards Gojo shyly, looking at him before he wraps his arms around you. You melt into his hug and wrap your arms around him.
Gojo whispers in your ear, "Check your phone when you get into the car”.
You smile in his embrace before he lets you go with his hand lingering on your shoulders.
“I’ll see you tomorrow for my matcha”
“I’ll make sure to make the cream extra sweet for you”
Gojo opens the door for you was you get in the car. He waves as Megumi starts the car and points to his phone reminding you to check it.
Gojo
“I noticed our costumes match! you looked really good tonight. Next time it should be just us”
You hold the phone to your chest and stare out the window wondering how you should answer him.
Pairing; Nerd/Frat Gojo Satoru X Fem!Reader
Chapter 1. Matcha Mystery Chapter 2. Plus One Problems
Synopsis. Gojo was the popular upperclassmen that everyone looked up to. He was smart, confident, and could care less about the opinions of others. He often visits the coffee shop on campus that you work at; allowing you to not only memorize his order but also become friends. So, image how surprising it was to go to the party Gojo invited you to just to see a loud, overbearing frat boy! What happened to the sweet nerd who orders matcha every day? CONTENT- {Dry humping, alcohol, kissing}
Word Count. 4.7k
A/N. Loved the concept LMK if you want a second chapter! P.S. Nerdjo is def a performative male (not even purposefully) he just ironically likes books and matcha and thinks a tote is the most effective way to carry his things
Wednesday-
You don’t look up when you hear the familiar doorbell jingle. Silently making a latte mouthing to the music in your air pods. You couldn’t stand the music your manager had put on today, so your air pods were your savior. A low whistle goes along with the music in your ear. You turn around only to see your most loyal costumer Gojo whistling along to your music. You swiftly take the air pod out turning off the music, your eyes wide wondering how long he had been standing there. His smile was bright, and eyes crinkled behind his glasses. He slightly tilts his head.
“Good morning pretty, you seem to be having a good morning so far” Gojo says already taking his phone out to pay.
You hand the latte to your coworker and type of Gojo’s order. It didn’t take long for you to realize that he always ordered the same thing. Green tea matcha with extra cream. You smile back at him, hands slightly shaky from his presence.
“Yup! It’s going well. I feel confident for my Engl 102 exam later today”
“Well good luck, I remember Engl 102 class like it was yesterday”
You roll your eyes at Gojo’s comment. Even though you and Gojo were only a year apart, he acted like he was much wiser and more mature than you. He’s extremely popular on campus and has pretty good relations with everyone. There’s not one person you know that truly hates Gojo Satoru. You watch as he puts his phone back in his tote bag after paying the slight jingle of his anime keychains reminds you of the last time you saw Gojo.
“Oh right! Did you ever get my photocards when you went to Comic-Con? I had been meaning to ask but since you were out of town because of it I hadn’t seen you all last week”
Gojo sighs pushing up his glasses as you make his matcha. He was such a nerd, but there was something so alluring about it. Something so…sexy about it. The way his eyes would light up whenever he talked about something he was passionate about. His girlfriend was lucky…if he had one, that is. But if not, Gojo Satoru was definitely a train you were willing to ride. You snap out of your thoughts when Gojo answers.
“It’s always something materialistic for you, when will you ever love me for me? I spend at least 50 dollars a week at this cafe, isn’t that enough?”
You smile at Gojo’s sarcasm as he digs through his bag, getting the photocards. It just so happens the city Comic-Con was in this year also had a K-pop popup store the same weekend. You had given Gojo money to buy you some photocards. He hands them to you as you hand off his drink. Your fingers touch for a spit second, the cold drink contrasting with his warm hands. You swallow your nerves as you put the cards in your apron pocket, quickly thanking him.
“Hey, are you doing anything this Friday? My friends are throwing a party, and I was wondering if you’d like to come? The theme is Greek God”
Your heart raced out of your chest. Gojo Satoru just invited you to a party. But for some reason the idea of Gojo at a party just seemed unlikely. He probably was in a corner somewhere reading manga with one hand and a drink in another. You fumble with the fabric of your apron, so you don’t fumble your words.
“Yeah! Um, I don’t have anything going on Friday where is it at?”
“Give me your phone I’ll text it to you”
You quickly hand Gojo your phone and watch as he types in his own number into your phone. A small smile spreads across his face as he hands it back. You turn your phone around to look at the address and realize the party was on campus.
“I’ll text you more details once they get figured out, but it’ll most likely start around 8:00. Let me know if you can make it!”
You wave as he starts walking out, slightly dazed from the entire interaction. The doorbell rings as he walks out and another person walks in. You put your air pod back in and smile for your upcoming customer. The party, sitting at the back of your mind.
Thursday-
“Oh yeah, I know this address! It’s the frat house at the end of campus. They always have music playing and y’know the flashing lights,” Yuuji says, looking at the address Gojo had given you.
Frat house? Well with how popular Gojo is it makes sense that he’s friends with some frat boys. You drag your hands across the fabric of the white dresses you were looking at, none embracing the look you were trying to go for. You wanted something flowy that you could match the golden belt you had at home. Yuuji sees your pout and hands your phone back to you.
“Why don’t you ask Nobara? She’s made clothes for you before I’m sure she’d have no problem making you a dress”
“The party is literally tomorrow she’d kill me if I asked her to make me something so last minute”.
“It’s literally white fabric with some ruffles”
You bite your lip, considering Yuuji’s idea. You could find some tacky dress at this store or ask your friend and risk her being mad at you but at least you’d feel confident. You ignore Yuuji’s smirk as you pull up Nobara’s name on your phone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The halls are empty as you walk through the sports center looking for Norbara. She was rightfully very pissed at you but agreed since she knew about your little crush on Gojo Satoru. She wanted you to meet her at the sports center because there was a water polo game she had to attend. Nobara was the student body vice president and liked to show her support at all student events. You two would go back to her dorm to work on the dress.
You open the doors to the sports center standing near the door as others walk out. The game has just ended and based on their smiles you can tell that your school had won. With all the bodies in the room you can’t find Nobara but there is a face that you do recognize. Dripping white hair covering his forehead, his eyelashes stuck together from the pool, water droplets falling from every part of his body. Gojo Satoru had just finished his water polo game.
You clenched your thighs observing Gojo. His water polo cap in his hands, the tiny Speedo hiding absolutely nothing that Gojo was packing. Water was glistening everywhere but was more prominent on his biceps, his abs, and his thighs. Your eyes follow his every movement; you wouldn’t be surprised if your eyes were bulging. Gojo usually wears heavy clothes when he comes to the cafe. Sweaters or on a hot day baggy t-shirts, he never wore shorts or tight jeans.
You come back to your senses as you notice he’s getting closer. You look around trying to find Nobara again so you could avoid accidentally talking to Gojo’s crotch while he talked to you. It felt like a slow-motion scene in a romance movie the way he walked over to you. His eyes are slow and seductive like a predator. He looked different without his glasses.
“Hey! It’s crazy I’ve never seen you outside of the cafe before. I was starting to question whether you were really a student or not,” Gojo says as he pulls you in for a quick side hug.
That hug made you more feverish than ever. His wet skin makes contact with you as his hand trails down your back. Your senses feel enhanced the smell of chlorine on him, the feeling of his unclothed muscles tensing at your touch as you press your hand on his upper back.
“I’m here looking for a friend I’m going back to their dorm after this” you say trying to ignore the slight wetness on your clothes left from the hug.
His eyes slightly darken at your words. A tight smile forms his lips, different from the one you usually see at the cafe.
“Oh? I didn’t know you had a boyfriend I’d like to meet the lucky guy!”
You blink confused by Gojo’s words. Boyfriend? Where did he get that idea? You definitely didn’t want him to think you were taken. Before you can explain, Nobara finally shows up wrapping her arm around your shoulder.
“She doesn’t have a boyfriend. If she did, I would be the first to know”
Gojo’s name is called by his teammates, rushing him to hurry to the locker room. He looks back at them telling him he’ll be there soon before turning back to you.
“Cool that's nice to know” Gojo gives you a wink before heading to the locker room.
You wait until he’s fully gone before melting into Nobara’s arms.
“WHY didn’t you tell me he’d was here~~~~” You whine slightly embarrassed.
Besides knowing Gojo was a cute and popular nerd that loved matcha, you didn’t know much about him. You had no idea he was in water polo. And you had no idea he had such a body.
“It’s fine you look cute today! I totally saw him eyeing you up”
“Don’t do that It’ll get my hopes up” You sign as you lift yourself from Nobara’s arms.
You and Nobara walk back to her dorm and work out the plan of the outfit that's going to steal Gojo Satoru’s heart.
Friday-
Today’s the day. You accidentally fell asleep at Nobara’s dorm last night but woke up to her still working on the dress. Apparently, she had just woken up a few minutes before you did, but you weren’t too sure. Anyway, to thank her you decided to get her some breakfast from her favorite spot. It’s just a few blocks outside of campus but overall, a 30-minute walk at most. You open your phone seeing a new message from Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru
“Hey pretty just checking in you could make it tonight, right?”
You
“Yeah, I’ll be there! 8:00 right?”
Gojo Satoru
“Yes, glad you remember can’t wait to see your Greek fit tonight ;)"
You smile at the emoji he sent and how he texts how he talks. It felt like he was right in front of you. You could basically hear his voice and smell his cologne. You look up from your phone as your name is called and grab your order. After texting Gojo the walk back feels like 5 minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“AHH, you look so pretty! Stand over there so I can take a picture” Nobara squeals as she poses you for her business page.
“One from the back…OH! Turn just a little bit to your right”
“Okay~~ Yuuji and Megumi are waiting outside. I have to go”
Nobara give you a big hug before taking one more look at you with a cheeky grin.
“Be safe, you look absolutely delicious, and tell me all the details once you get home”
You had been to parties before, but this house was notorious for their insane parties. Like the type of parties where people don’t remember anything they did the night before, or where they wake up in an alleyway or worse jail. Yuuji and Megumi were going too, so it made sense for the three of you to go together and make sure you all left together.
You walk to the car trying not to move too much. Because you slept at Nobara’s dorm, you didn't feel like going all the way back to your place, so you were working with some of Nobara’s accessories. Nobara’s gold corset was squeezing the life out of you. The long dress reached down to your ankles, golden bangles around your wrist. You felt pretty and were hoping to get a little closer to Gojo tonight.
You open the car door and see Megumi and Yuuji with their Greek outfits. You smile at yourself, noting how you all had a similar theme to one shoulder. You wondered if you were possibly matching Gojo too.
“You guys look great! Thanks for accompanying me at the party” you say closing the door behind you.
Yuuji smiles, handing you a small shot glass. “Thought you’d probably want at least a small shot before walking into this”
Megumi starts the car looking back for a moment to talk to you, "He's basically saying he doesn’t think you could openly flirt with Gojo sober without completely embarrassing yourself”
You roll your eyes at your friends' doubts in your flirting abilities while still quickly downing the shot. You hate to admit it, but you’d need much more than confidence to seduce that man. A little shot or two wouldn’t hurt anyone. You wince at the slight burn at the back of your throat and take the juice Yuuji offers you. You fix any flaws in your makeup during the short car ride to the Frat House.
“Hey me and Yuuji won’t be around 24/7 to make sure you didn’t accidentally kill yourself so make sure you're making good decisions”
“Okay mom! Y’know I’m not as stupid as you think I am” you say getting out of the car.
“Megumi, she can handle herself”
“Thank you yuuji”
Megumi rolls his eyes and sighs as he gets out of the car. Lock it before turning to you and Yuuji.
“ANYWAY, do you plan on coming back with us or are you staying at Mr. Frats place?”
"Who’s Mr. Frat?”
Megumi and Yuuji concerningly look other at each other. Unsure whether you were joking or not.
“Uhhhh…You know what! Never mind, let’s just go inside,” Yuuji says, grabbing Megumi’s shoulder and dragging him inside, leaving you outside.
“What the? You guys are so weird do you know that!” You say walking inside the big frat house.
The vibe inside the house is completely different. Loud music blasted so loud you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. There were blue LED lights in the whole house giving the party a sexy vibe. Everyone was in their own head doing their own thing. Some were drinking, others were dancing, and you saw some games playing in the living room. Everyone different types of Greek gods, you saw a shield for Hera, some Eros, even a Zeus. You were pretty basic with your Greek God; you chose Persephone a flower crown laid at the top of your head.
If you were being honest, you saw on Gojo’s Instagram that he was being Hades for the party, and you knew you had to take the chance. It was no coincidence that you were going to match outfits tonight. You search for a bit trying to find his white hair in the crowd. He always stood out and was so easy to find. Well, not today.
You see Gojo’s friend Nanami playing beer ping pong. If Gojo was a cool nerd, then Nanami would be the complete opposite. Nanami was attractive but wasn’t as nice and approachable as Gojo. But he was still a good guy once you got to know him. You two had Math together last year and shared a couple of study sessions. You walk over hoping Nanami would know where Gojo was.
“Hey Nanami, it’s been a while!”
Nanami looks over, drinking from a red plastic cup “Oh hey, I haven’t seen you since last semester. I’d never take you one for frat parties?”
Nanami’s right. Your schedule usually consists of work, school, study, sleep, and repeat. On occasional weekends you’d go to parties, but it wasn’t consistent. You had things you needed to pay for, and scholarships weren’t enough.
“Yeah, you’re right um, Gojo invited me. Speaking of him have you seen him around?”
Nanami’s eyes widen at mention of Gojo. His face kind of contorts looking around before turning back to you.
“Hey there’s something you need to know about Gojo”
Before he can answer you see a familiar pair of blue eyes behind Nanami. Gojo stretches his arm around Nanami’s shoulder; you see Gojo’s hand tightly grips Nanami’s shoulder. Gojo’s face is the same as it was at the sports center with dark eyes, tight lips, and this time his eyebrows were furrowed.
“NANAMIN!! Hey, I didn’t know you knew pretty?”
Nanami annoying looks at the arm around his shoulder. “Yeah, we had math together last year. We often studied together because the class was so hard”
“Aww you guys should’ve invited me I could’ve help you two studyyy”
You blink multiple times not only surprised by the scene you were witnessing but also Gojo’s altered personality. This guy was loud, cocky, he was completely different from the nerd that comes to the cafe every day.
His hair was spiked up, reveling an undercut you had no idea about. He wore earrings and a lip piercing on the right side of his lip. The body you had seen at the pool was in a one shoulder garment like everyone else. Except his was black, he was Hades just like his story implied which meant you too were matching.
However it was difficult to focus on that when this strange Gojo was in front of you. His presence was bigger; his personality was loud. The way he towered over Nanami and gripped his shoulder was asshole-Ish. You furrow your eyebrows and pout your mind racing with doubts of the Gojo you knew. Whether he was real or not. Gojo notices your pout releasing Nanami of his grip he walks over to you smoothing out your furrowed eyebrows, a slight smirk on his lips.
“Don’t do that pretty, it causes wrinkles”
Nanami goes back to his game apologizing to the other person for taking so long. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Megumi and Yuuji were talking about earlier. Gojo is Mr. Frat. You watch his eyes as he looks up and down, a slight lick of his lips as he comes back up to your face. You clench your thighs when you start to feel a quick pulse, looking everywhere but Gojo’s eyes.
“You look good, better than good actually, are you Aphrodite?”
You grow hot at Gojo’s flirting, cursing yourself for not taking a second shot.
“Persephone actually, but thanks for the flattery it almost worked”
“Dang, I’ll try again in a couple of minutes”
Gojo takes your hand, “You wanna see my room?”
Oh?
“Wait let me guess if you're an action figure nerd or a body pillow gooner nerd”
Gojo rolls his eyes as he pretends to be shocked, holding his hand to his heart.
“Ouch didn’t think I gave that impression all the times we met at the cafe?”
“Well, you also definitely didn’t give frat boy all the times we met but here we are”
Gojo’s eyes widen and he stops before the door. He turns around to look at you, towering over your entire being. His body is pressed up against the door, he demeaner different from earlier. He rubs his hand on his neck,
“Do you hate it?”
“Hate what?”
“Well, I don’t know? Frat boys? Does that turn you off?”
You look into Gojo’s eyes for the first time tonight, and you notice the look on his face. Different from anything you usually see from him. Insecurity. Was he worried that you wouldn’t like this other side of him? You take time to think about your feelings about this other side of Gojo. Did you hate it? No. It was kind of hot actually, the way he got all jealous of Nanami. They way his eyes shamelessly roamed your body. The way he stood in front of you, blocking the door to his room until he got the validation that he needed from you.
“I don’t mind it…you’re hot either way so” You give him a small shrug trying not to expose how nervous you were.
He smiles a bit, his confidence growing back, “by the way I’m totally an action figure nerd”.
He opens the door to his room filled with action figures, collectables, posters. This is the room that belonged to the boy who got a Macha every day. The boy standing right in front of you. You try distracting yourself with his collectables flipping through his Pokémon card collection. Anything to distract your mind from the wetness between your thighs and the way the entire room smelled like him.
It doesn’t help when he stands behind you flipping through the binder pages yapping about how he got his ultra rare. You try to ignore the veins on his arms, the way his body presses against yours. His husky voice spoke right into your ear, and you hope he doesn’t hear your breathy moan. Your mind is racing, and you know if you stay in this position any long you won’t be able to think straight.
You slightly turn your head to look at Gojo, “my legs are starting to hurt could we sit anywhere?”
Gojo gives a quick glance at your lips; he gives you space running his hands through his hair while taking a deep breath.
“I only have my bed if that's okay with you?” You notice a slight hue on Gojo’s cheeks.
You smile, knowing you weren’t the only one struggling. But why struggle? You walk over to his bed and pat the stop next to you. Taking your shoes off before putting your feet on the bed. He comes over and lays next to your face down. He stays like that for a minute before shyly looking up towards you.
“It’s odd because I usually have no issue with stuff like this but somehow feel like I’m doing everything wrong tonight”
You smile and rub is hair, accidentally flattening it “oh! Sorry I didn’t mean to mess up your hair”
“It’s fine do you like it better that way?” Gojo says getting up to sit cris cross. “I could be whatever you like”
You two are now face to face, and his words are really endearing. He grabs your hands and allows you to cover his undercut and bring his hair back over his forehead. Truthfully you did like it better that way. When you're done, you bring your hands into your lap, and he grabs your chin, surprising you.
“Is it my turn to mess something of yours up?
“Depends on what it is?”
“Your lipstick”
Gojo plants a light kiss on your lips, soft: cautious, like they were made of glass. The kiss deepens as you run your fingers through his hair. He tastes like beer and peppermint. He guides you body back onto the mattress and his hands roam your body as you explore each other's mouths. You get a little carried away and grip Gojo’s hair a moan coming out of him as he pulls back.
You both look at each over hot, flustered, catching your breaths. Gojo’s lips are now the same color that was on your lips; you catch him give another glance at your lips a look you knew too well washed over him.
Gojo kisses you again; this wants deeper, hungrier. You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him closer. He plants one hand at the base of your neck the other slowly trailing up your leg bringing your dress up. His kiss is fast, but his movements are slow and methodical. The higher his hand comes up, the more your body starts to shiver.
The pulse becomes overwhelming by the time he’s at your upper thigh anticipation pumping your blood. He probably notices you're squirming too because he releases himself from your lips, the same smirk growing on his face.
“Patience pretty”
He places a kiss on your forehead, opening your legs as he moves down to your neck. His lips were soft as he kissed and sucked on your neck. He was placed between your thighs; you shift hoping for some friction. This request he finally obliges, Gojo’s hips move with yours finally relieving the pressure that was built up. You release soft moaning as Gojo explores your body with his mouth, leaving marks and light hickeys around your neck and shoulder.
You wrap your legs around Gojo’s waist hoping for more movement, more pressure. You watch as Gojo releases a breathy laugh almost sounding like a moan. When he looks up at you, you finally see how flustered his face is. The pinky hue covers his cheeks, his ears, and even his neck. It was adorable.
Your hands roam his feverish face, moving over to his hot ears. You move down to his shoulders, eventually landing at his chest. You wanted to learn about his body, learn what turned him on. Curiosity getting to the better of you as you flick his nipple causing him to gasp.
“So, you wannna play dirty huh?”
Gojo takes revenge, slithering his hands around your back to unclasp your strapless bra. Your eyes widen in surprise as he licks one of your breasts as his other hand squishing the other. You hold his head as he takes control, his hips rutting against you. Every part of your being is sensitive and hot. Gojo makes small noises as he moves, like his body was moving before his mind could keep up. Your mind becomes foggy as you realize Gojo starts lowering himself between your thighs.
You close your eyes ready to embrace the pleasure until you hear your phone ring. You swiftly open your eyes and look at Gojo who's in the middle of kissing your thighs. As badly as you want to ignore the call, you recognized the ring tone. It had to be Megumi, which meant it was time to go. You groan as you grab your phone to answer it; Gojo grabs your wrist, his eyes begging you to ignore the call. You give him a light smile before answering the call
Megumi
“Hey, Yuuji got super drunk and we have to go. Where are you?”
You
“Hey, um I’m with Gojo”
Megumi
“… are you staying?
You
“No, I can’t I have work in the morning, I’ll catch you guys outside”
You hang up the phone and look at Gojo. He hugs your legs for a minute before pulling your dress down, helping you get back dressed.
“Sorry I didn’t think they’d want to leave so early, but I can with them, so I have to leave with them”
“Can’t I drop you off tomorrow?” Gojo says fixing your flower crown as you reclasp your bra.
“Gojo my shift starts at 5 a.m. there's no way you’re waking up that early”
Gojo smiles, looking down at you, “you don’t know what I would do for you”.
You give him a quick kiss before getting off the bed to put your shoes back on.
“I’ll walk you out,” Gojo says, taking your hand.
The two of you walk out hand in hand towards the exit. Once you two are outside, you spot Megumi struggling to get Yuuji in the car. Gojo notices and offers help, easily getting Yuuji in the car. Megumi suspiciously looks at the two of you before getting into the driver's seat. You turn towards Gojo shyly, looking at him before he wraps his arms around you. You melt into his hug and wrap your arms around him.
Gojo whispers in your ear, "Check your phone when you get into the car”.
You smile in his embrace before he lets you go with his hand lingering on your shoulders.
“I’ll see you tomorrow for my matcha”
“I’ll make sure to make the cream extra sweet for you”
Gojo opens the door for you was you get in the car. He waves as Megumi starts the car and points to his phone reminding you to check it.
Gojo
“I noticed our costumes match! you looked really good tonight. Next time it should be just us”
You hold the phone to your chest and stare out the window wondering how you should answer him.
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