description : you and Gojo Satoru have been dating for almost a two years now (saving him from what you call the cult frat house). ofc you’ve have your rough patches every couple does…but when an argument explodes, Satoru does things he can never forgive himself for.
warning : ANGST, SMUT, cursing, couples fighting, cheating, cheater!gojo, exfratboy!gojo, alcohol consumption, backshots, blowjobs, vomiting, underage drinking, college!AU
authors note : it took me a few hours to get through this bc i felt so bad for the reader...
the last thing gojo remembers of sukunas frat party was being engulfed in a tight cunt...but it felt different...it was unrecognizable, it wasn't what he was used to, it wasn't you.
you stare at the 4 unanswered messages from you boyfriend with glossy eyes. He's never ignored you after an argument, unless he deliberately told you 'I just need some time right now'. Worry started to flood your body, stomach twisting with very hour that passes.
i'm sorry for my actions earlier, i didn't mean what i said, can we please talk toru?
toru please text me back, im worried about you
baby please, im really sorry. I know what i said was wrong, i was just upset and thats not an excuse i know that, just please text me back so we can fix our issues
sigh, okay toru, ill let you be, take as much time as you need, i love you
If only you would have kept your mouth shut, but how could you when satoru was making you feel like his last priority. There was no more effort, no more flashy dates, no more just because flowers, no more waking up to breakfast in bed, no more reassurance, god he wont even fuck you anymore. Your mind raced thinking of all the reasons he could be so absent. Maybe he was struggling with classes, work stressing him out...you stressing him out?
maybe you were the reason your once so radiant boyfriend was turning into stone
maybe thats why the whole argument started
"Fuck not now y/n, just give me five fucking minutes to breath”
those word cut deep into as you feel your boyfriend shrug you off his shoulders, walking directly into your shared bathroom. All you were trying to do was greet him after he got off work. You haven't seen him since 7 am, not after he mumbled a quit ‘goodbye, love you’ and hurrying out the door...like something was waiting for...like someone.
Unfortunately for you, You were too caught up in your own head to see the exhaustion in his posture, how his back hunched over and feet heavy, head hung low.
"what the fuck is your problem satoru"
Making him stop near the doorway and turn to face you. His heart skipped a beat a little at you using his real name, not baby, and babe, or even toru. You glare into his clear blue eyes, eyes that used to hold nothing but enchantment when gazed down at you. Now his eyes are low, eye bags growing under his eyelids as he fights sleep.
"what are you talking about y/n, i don't have a fucking problem, m'just tired okay"
He turns his body to walk in the bathroom, blatantly ignoring your question. you lunge forward to grab ahold on his shoulder, turning him around so he can face you once again. How dare he fucking ignore you, AGAIN, he's been ignoring you for the past 2 weeks and you were sick of it.
"You've been acting different toru, for the past two weeks you've been neglecting me and most importantly our relationship"
you take a deep breath has he stares at you so...
...like he doesn't even know the weight of this situation. you look down at your feet, crossing your arms and let your worst fears slip out of your mouth
Satoru widens his eyes in shock, yes he's might've been neglectful but cheating?!?! that just wasn't like him, he loved you desperately, he just hasn't been in the right headspace lately. Work and school making his stress levels skyrocket, it affects him mentally, your his escape and you think he would betray you...YOU?!?
YOU, who he would bed over backwards for
YOU, that pulled him out the fraternity with hopes of a new lifestyle
YOU, who he spent all his nights off work browsing online for the perfect ring for
A normal boyfriend would be to comfort his girl and reassure her that she’s the only one in his life.
But Gojo Satoru isn’t a normal boyfriend.
Gojo Satoru hasn’t been a normal boyfriend in a while, he’s tired, he’s hurting, he’s irritated.
“Are you fucking kidding me y/n!? You think I would do that to you”
Gojo shouted in outrage over this vial accusation, slowly walking to you, towering over you making you feel so small. You can see the vein in his forehead beginning to pop, his tired eyes now show nothing but hot rage.
Where you wrong for you accusing him, anyone would think he was doing things behind they’re back, all the missed dates, the coming home late, the postponements. It’s not the same anymore, the relationship is hanging on a thread and all you want to do is fix it. Perhaps lashing out on him wasn’t a good idea, you see that now.
“I-I’m sorry toru, I didn’t mean it. It’s just you’ve been so distant lately. Everything feels off with us I just wanna fix it”
You confessed, guilt taking ahold of your words. You feel horrible for making false accusations but fuck he can’t possibly not see where you’re coming from. Satoru stares at your teary eyes as you try to explain the position you guys are in all he can do his sigh, completely defeated as he walks past you and towards your shared apartment door. You turn around to watch him
“I’ll be back later tonight” Satoru says with a loud SLAM of the door.
That was the last time you heard from him, the last words he said to you at 8:00pm, you look at the clock, an unsettling feeling boils in you stomach, in your heart, in your soul. It’s almost 11pm, and still no word from your boyfriend. You hope and pray he’s safe, that hes breathing .
Luckily for you he is perfectly safe, having called Sukuna to see what he was doing, much to his delight Sukuna was throwing one of his famous frat parties.
It took him 10 minutes to drive to the frat house, like muscle memory. The booming bass coming from the inside of the building, could be heard from 2 blocks away. Satoru scans the front lawn seeing scattered empty beer cans and twisted teas, a banner that was once tied to the entrance of the house, now crooked leaning on the grass has “CONGRATS FRESHMEN” written in black and white paint. Satoru hums to himself "must be celebrating the new frat brothers". The white haired man makes his way into the house, blinded by flashing lights, deaf from the thumping sound of the music, ‘No Hand by Waka Floca Flame’ intrudes every thought Saturo had in the past 20 minutes.
Arguing with his girlfriend? Gone.
The stress from work and school? Gone
A red solo cup being shoved in his hand? Very much present
Satoru feels an arm swings around his shoulder, “LOOKIEE WHOO WE HA-hic-VE HEREEE” Yuji cries out at Satoru, already off his ass from his fifth beer. “Youu know wha-when my bro said you wasssnt comin i swearr I started cryin'”. The young pink haired man slurs rubbing his cheek on satoru’s should, letting a few tears escape. This was yuji’s first frat party and due to his oldest brother being the frat president he got in no sweat.
"You cryin'" satoru looked down at the boy in amusement. Tears pricked in Yuji's eyes as he looked up at his brothers friend, giving him puppy dog eyes "You k-hic-know I prefer you to my whore of a brotherrr" Yuji slouches over satoru, as he guides him through the crowd, swerving around the sea of people to walk him over to the kitchen.
Sukuna in all of his 6'7'', beefy glory is feeling up one of the sorority girls thighs, lingering his hand up her skirt, slowly inching his way up to her heat. Satoru clears his throat loud enough for the tattooed man to hear, causing Sukuna to look back at him, then putting his attention back on the girl he had sandwiched between him and the wall, whispering something in her ear before she ran off.
Sukuna turns to face the two men behind him, grabbing the half full bottle of Absolut Vodka, grinning at them. "m'glad you can make you satoru, havent seen you any functions since you started fuckin on miss goodie toe shoes" Sukuna was still a little pissed off at Gojo for leaving the frat for some pussy. Satoru felt his blood heat up slightly, shrugging off his ‘friends’ comment. "I just haven't had much time on my hands thats all" He shoves one of his hands in his pocket, hiding his bawled up fist as he throws his head back to down his drink. The amber liquid slides down his throat taking away all his problems, heavy on his tongue, only afaint metallic taste is left in his mouth as he wipes the thin white foams from his upper lip.
"Well regardless its good to see ya" sukuna lift up the bottle, cheersing the air before he taking it inbetween his lips. The air was thick was tension, yuji could feel it....so what would any sane drunk freshmen do?
"LET-hic-TSS TAKING S-SOMME FUCKIN SHOTS-S" the young mans words slur has he shouts from the top of his lungs. Answered with equally loud shouts of people whooping and hands shooting in the air. About 12 different people come rushing to the kitchen island, 20 mini solo cup shot glasses are placed in rows on the table. Sukuna poors the rest of his bottle, following with a second bottle into the cups. One by one they all start to disappear, hands urgently reaching for each one, everyone's hands but Satoru’s.
"OHNONONOOO" yuji yells at the blue eyed man as he lunged towards the liquor cupboard and pulls a bottle of Casamigos. Yuji looks at sukuna as if he was signaling him to do something, and just like that Satoru was was trapped by meating tattooed arms "C'mon don't be a pussy Sato" Sukuna cackles. Satoru tries to break free but its no use, he finally gives in, he opens his mouth and lets yuji pour the clear liquid in his throat, most of it missing his mouth, getting on his grey sweater.
1 cup of beer and a huge pour turned into a shot of vodka....
then a second cup of beer
then 4 more shots after that.
So far Satoru has downed 5 solo cups, 5 shots and a gulp of casa one more drink and he would look like yuji, who was face first on the couch knocked the fuck out. His body felt all warm and fuzzy inside, god he hasn't felt like this in ages, not since his 2nd year when he was a full fledge frat brother, 'this state of euphoria was exactly what I need to get over...get over...uhh fuck i forgot' Satoru cant even remember what made him come to this party, he was so consumed by the booming music, the smell of weed that lingered in the air. Fuck he needed some air, he tried his best to stand on his own two feet, slightly stumbling on something, on to someone.
"ahh-hh fuck thats my-hic-bad" he says looking down to see what he stumbled on only to see pretty white toes and black strappy heels. The more his eyes move up the more his pants tighten, smooth legs, fleshy thighs, tight black mini skirt with curves that formed an hour glass, tits threatening to burst out a low cut crop top, glossy plulp lips perfect for sucking dick. "Its no problem really" she stared at him through her mink lashes, flashing him an innocent smile. "fuckk' he felt his cock tighten in his pants, to drunk to even comprehend what was happening, all he knew was that he needed those lips wrapped around him. "guess its time to put on the old Gojo Satoru charms" he thought has he licked his lips and tilted his head, it always works,
i mean it worked for you didnt it.
A tiny voice in the back of Satorus head screams at him to realize that he's in a loving relationship and the girl he was literally looking for ENGAGEMENT RINGS for was sitting at home worried sick about him.
but not even his consciousness can reach him with the state he's in right now.
not when he's watching such a round ass sway back and fourth as he walks up the frat house steps.
not when he feels his back press against the door, practically eating the strawberry lip gloss of her face
not when his eyes roll back when she's on her knees with his cock down her throat, grabbing the back of her to push himself deeper.
and especially not when he had her backed arch halfway off the bed, giving her fast deep strokes as she mewls for more...more...
Satoru can't help but give her want she want, more of his cock, more of his moans, more of his sweet sweet loving. he was so completely pussy drunk that he barely recognized the flash of a camera.
Satoru stares at the ceiling, panting and gasping for air, reaching out for the warm body next to him, reaching out for you. a desperate huff he slips out when he's met with emptiness, turning his head trying to catch the sight of yo-.
The sheer panic he feels in his chest when he sees an unfamiliar hair color putting her shirt on. He's never sobered up so fast when he realized he was completely naked, cock milked to the fullest, hair ragged, not in your shared apartment.
How the fuck did he even get here...he rushes up out of the bed to look for his phone, fuck where's his phone? fuck did he leave it in the car? How many times have you tried to call him? To text him?. Guilt grumbles in the bottom of his stomach as he throws his clothes back on, walking out the room with the random girl he was just balls deep in.
The last thing he sees is the girls phone illumination with a picture? no no, a video. he stops dead in his tracks when he figures out what was on the video, what he did in that video. His whole body trembles in disgust, pure repulsion. thats when he feel his stomach twist, all that alcohol he consumed came up all at once as he bent over and heaved.
You were fighting sleep, wanting to be awake when your boyfriend go home. You had your favorite show on, immersed on your couch with your weighted blanket and leftovers from last night. Thats when you hear that famous PING from your phone. You pounce at your phone, hoping it was satoru telling you he's on his way home, that hes sorry too, that you'll both fix everything because he wants it to be you, just how you need it to be him. you tap your phone screen making it light up with a unfamiliar instagram..
/@sieeeana20 sent you a message request.
you reluctantly open the message, pushing your fears down and silently praying.
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