seven minutes in heaven with fratjo ♡︎
cw; fingering, virgin!reader, makeout, college au, unestablished relationship ꒰ based on this request ꒱
when the empty beer bottle landed on you, the room filled with hushed whispers and awkward laughter, everyone’s eyes on you. why? because 'the most frigid girl on campus’ was now supposed to spend seven minutes in a closet with satoru gojo.
satoru had a certain… reputation when it came to women. hence why his frat bro’s found this pairing particularly amusing, as did satoru’s ex-conquests stood nearby, giggling to themselves in their tiny mini skirts.
no one expected you to go into the closet with satoru — hell, they barely expected you to play the game in the first place. you wanted to prove them wrong so badly. to see the looks on their faces when you follow him upstairs.
"good luck, bro,” one of satoru’s frat bro’s boomed from across the room, "you’ll need it!"
"after you," you say, standing up from the couch, making direct eye contact with satoru, finally getting a good look at those infamous blue eyes.
shocked, he chugs down the rest of his drink, taking your hand, leading you upstairs to the notorious ‘hook up closet.’ you knew this was a bad idea, but truthfully, it felt good to prove people wrong — to finally show people you weren’t just some boring virgin.
as you reach the closet, satoru stops you from going in, placing one hand on your shoulder. "you don’t have to do this, y’know. i can always just tell people we hooked up or something," he says, appearing somewhat sincere away from prying eyes.
you think about it for a moment, looking down at your feet before meet in satoru’s gaze again, shaking your head. "no, it’s fine. i want to."
satoru shrugs, gesturing for you to go into the dark closet, following you in and closing the door behind him. it was a lot less spacious than you imagined it’d be — you were suddenly aware of how close he was, how his lips were about to be on yours.
"you really a virgin?" satoru asks, finding your hips and placing his hands on them without needing to see what he’s doing. it was like he’d done this a hundred times before (which he had).
your breath hitches at the contact, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. thank god he couldn’t see it. "yeah, i am. are you gonna stand here and tease me about it or are you gonna start the timer and kiss me already?"
you had no idea where that burst of confidence came from.
satoru chuckles. using one hand to pull his phone out from his pocket, setting a timer for seven minutes. "wasn’t gonna tease you about it, but sure."
your body tenses as you hear the timer begin, satoru’s phone casting a faint light on your face. "relax, princess. it’s only kissing," satoru grins, leaning in close enough for you to smell his minty breath.
one of his hands moves to the back of your head, almost cradling it, the other still resting on your hip. he closes the remaining distance between you both, pressing a slow, deep kiss to your lips.
you stand there, body still slightly stiff, being given an unfortunate reminder. not only were you a virgin, you’d also never been kissed. the white-haired asshole knew it, too.
"never been kissed, huh?" satoru smirks, rubbing his thumb over your hip. "are you really gonna waste time teasing me?" you scoff, lips only a couple inches from his.
"already told you i’m not teasing, baby. i actually think it’s kinda cute," satoru responds. you blush a little more, body relaxing slightly at his words. whether they were true or not.
he lets his lips brush your yours before kissing you again, letting it last longer this time. "let me lead, mkay?" he says after pulling away a fraction, then leaning back in to claim your lips once more.
after a few slow kisses, they become more frequent, a steady rhythm developing. "you’re a quick learner," satoru murmurs, one hand moving further upwards, now resting on your waist beneath your shirt.
your breath hitches again. satoru gives your waist a reassuring squeeze, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper. this time, his tongue enters your mouth, gliding against yours, body slowly melting against his.
satoru’s hand moves a little further up, now resting just below your breast. two minutes had just barely gone by and you were already becoming needy. so needy that a soft sigh leaves your lips, making satoru smirk against them.
"there it is," satoru says, slowly walking you back until you’re caged against one of the nearby walls, your hands eagerly trailing down the solid ridges of his abs. "there’s what?" you say, panting lightly as the kiss becomes more desperate.
"you’re enjoying yourself," satoru responds, brushing his thumb over your nipple, feeling it pebble under his touch. you sigh louder against his mouth, entirely lost in a haze of pleasure, becoming more worked up by the second.
"satoru—" you say breathlessly.
he grins again. "yeah, i know."
one hand reaches down to the button of your jeans, popping it open with ease as he pulls away to give you the chance to protest. to his surprise, you don’t. you were already too far gone — panties completely soaked.
satoru slips his hand down your panties, humming as he continues to kiss your now wet and swollen lips. "you really are a virgin, huh? shit— you’re soaked."
that’s all you can manage before satoru silences you by circling your aching clit with two fingers, forehead pressed to yours as he lets you adjust to the sensation. "oh god—" you moan out, his fingers feeling much different than your own.
he glances over at his phone resting on the shelf nearby, four minutes remaining. "four minutes left, baby. plenty of time to make you cum."
with that, he slips two fingers inside of your sopping, virgin hole, beginning to curl them upwards repeatedly — thumb pressing on your clit. "hhnnn—shit," you moan, feeling satoru’s lips explore your neck, his other hand palming your breasts again.
"feels good, yeah?" making such pretty sounds," satoru purrs, painfully hard cock pressing against your thigh.
truthfully satoru was starting to lose his mind, not that he’d show it. the way you were purring like a kitten for him, how your pussy clenched around his digits — he’d never wanted to fuck someone so badly in his life.
your moans began to fill the atmosphere along with the lewd sounds of your wet cunt, head thrown back to give satoru more access to your neck. every curl of his fingers had you seeing stars, hands clutching his thin shirt for dear life.
"taking my fingers soooo well," he coos, praise pushing you closer to orgasm. satoru was unsurprised at the rapidness of your climax given you’d never been touched like this before, connecting his lips with yours again to swallow down your sweet moans.
"s-satoru, i think m’gonna—” you pause, panting heavily, pleasure making your body tense up, teetering on the edge of climax. "fuuckk—let go for me, baby" he encourages, pressing down a little harder on your throbbing clit.
with a sharp cry, you cum, holding satoru tight for stability — pussy fluttering around his fingers. "good girl," he praises, working you through it with those skilled fingers of his.
the timer beeps just as satoru withdraws his fingers, sucking them into his mouth to taste your release. "mm, wouldve used my tongue if i knew you tasted this good."
you shove at his chest weakly, adjusting your clothes, beginning to feel a sudden wave of half guilt, half satisfaction from what you’d done with satoru.
both of you leave the closet, now stood in the light, making eye contact once more. "hey, so-" satoru begins before your cut him off abruptly.
"yeah yeah, i get it. we’ll never see each other again," you say, rolling your eyes before looking down, raising your eyebrows at the evident tent in satoru’s pants. "i was actually gonna say you should stop by my dorm sometime," he finishes.
satoru gojo wanted to see you again?
a/n; i had to rewrite this cus my laptop crashed and i lost everything </3 so sorry if this is ass and has like 100 errors LMAO
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