Insatiable, 18+
part 1 part 2 part 3
nerdjo! x reader x fratjo! (*twin* au!)
Synopsis: Reader has an unrequited crush on Satoru Gojo, but things take an unexpected turn when they pair up for a class assignment.
inspired by current nerdjo/fratjo craze
Warnings/Tags: nerdjo! is freaky, fratjo! whimpers, Unprotected Sex, Slight Overstimulation, Edging, Oral-m!receiving, Blowjob, Handjob, Cowgirl, Blindfolds, Degrading kink if you squint *wink* *wink*, Semi-public Sex, Cock-warming,
wc: 3.0k (not proofread)
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“Satoru–”
You stopped yourself. Swallowing back words that had already dissipated into the air.
“Gojo?” Your voice rang softly through the open library study section. It was weird how you became more uncertain. As if Gojo, or The Gojos, weren't but a figment of your imagination.
How a small offhand comment could crumble everything you knew into fragments of unknowns and fuzzy memories.
“Sorry, can I help you?”
You hadn’t really thought this through and the thought of bringing something so trivial up while he was focused on some seemingly important assignment made a sinking feeling settle in your stomach.
“Are you busy?”
His eyes glossed over the reports in front of him, one reading ‘Sorcerer History’, as well as his computer.
With light emitting so harshly you could nearly miss the sea of blue behind his black frames, yet it highlighted the same moles you could’ve sworn had faded a few days back.
He rubbed the smooth skin of his chin, you imagined that no stubble prickled his fingers as he did, before he put his pen down and motioned you to take a seat.
The chair on his opposite end was already pulled out allowing you to easily slump down in the seat.
The switch between his focused mode to whatever childish expression he always appeared to have with you was seamless. “What’s on your mind?”
Avoiding his gaze proved to be hard as he was intent upon making eye contact and your latest encounters had proved to give him another edge against you.
“I know this is gonna be a weird question,” A good start, you thought. It would work as damage control.
He picked up his pen in await, perhaps knowing that feigning disinterest would irritate you enough to try to regain his attention.
He flipped one of the papers on its backside and drew something that you could tell from early on was going to be comically large.
“Are you even listening?”
His eyes diverted from the paper, landing right at your vexed state.
The ends of his mouth tugged tauntingly upwards before saying, “I’m glad you asked,”
He pulled the paper off the wooden table and held it over his face. “I’m all ears”
The rumble from his voice made the drawing sway lightly and you could tell that he was smiling as he spoke. He'd drawn a huge ear accompanied by smaller ears arounds it.
“Okay, I take this as a sign that I should just come out and say it,”
The paper slipped from his grasp to uncover a suddenly genuine look. “Yes, you can ask me anything,”
“Do you have a twin brother?”
A few seconds passed without much of a reaction and you wondered what else he thought you were going to inquire about.
“Well I certainly don't have a twin sister,”
Whatever noise you let out in response must’ve communicated your exasperation, as his silly facade faltered for a moment.
“Why do you ask?” He sounded serious.
Maybe he didn't want people to know about it?
“Well, I was talking to Yuki at Suguru’s party and she sort of brought it up.”
He went silent for another moment, looking all statuesque with his hair moving at the pittance of air the conditioning allowed.
“What do you think? I personally don't hate the idea of two Me’s. The world needs a little fun and joy.”
Was this some sort of joke?
“You know what, forget it I don't even know why I asked.”
Like always, a few steps were you could take before he managed to pull you back.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Can you meet me here later? I’ll be finished with this stuff by then,”
And by later he meant after office hours, after everyone had gone home or was tucked into their small twin beds in the dorms. After even the librarians had called it a night.
The library door had been left adjacent and a faint yellow light lit up a study table in the middle.
It had been left abandoned along with a few stacked books and scattered highlighters.
“Hello?” You heard yourself reverberate followed by the faint sound of pages turning.
You tried to locate the source of the sound only to find him hollowed up against one of the shelves, reading without a care in the world.
His brown clad legs were stretched out, pretzeled together. Shirt loose and unbuttoned though he still wore a white top underneath. His head hung low, but his glasses never wavered from their fixed position on his perfect nose.
“Is this a bad time?” You threw out sarcastically, although you didn't miss his demeanor change, and his attention shift towards your presence.
“Please,” He said and carefully placed the piece of literature down by his side. “You're anything but obtrusive.”
He scooted over and patted the cold ground next to him, like it was an obvious choice for seating.
Once you finally made yourself comfortable on the floor, and with the shelf edges poking at your back, he magically pulled out earphones and kindly offered you an ear piece.
“It’s not working,” You twisted the bud and tried to get a better position for the sound to transmit, although it was to no avail.
He inched in closer, taking out the device for further inspection, then urged “Okay try it now.”
The moment you put it back in, a loud sound comes close to bursting your eardrum. You forcefully remove the earphone only to be left with Satoru’s – maybe Satoru’s, egregious laughter.
“You should've seen your expression!” He could barely start or finish the sentence without throwing another fit of laughter. “Oh wait– you can!”
Before you knew it a large hand was wiggling a blurry photo of you. After closer inspection, you realised that not only was it a bad picture, it was several, mocking you in a stop motion row at the bottom of the screen.
“Gojo, you have to delete those!” You lunged forward only to grab ahold of his hip bone as he’d reflexively moved back at your anticipated attack.
“Chill, you look cute. Adorable even.”
It was clockwork for him to know when and what to say whatever would tick you off.
You made another movement forward but instead of going for the phone, you grabbed a hold of his shirt.
He stared at you, patiently, as if the excitement of the unknown had taken over momentarily.
Your mind went blank, his piercing eyes and the sheer lighting hitting the high points of his chiseled face, like his growing pink cheeks.
Was he blushing?
“What are you waiting for? Aren't you gonna hit me?”
Right at that moment, you released your tightened grip on him and opted for pushing him back.
Of course, your exerted force did nothing to his well built muscles and it only felt like pushing against a brick wall. Maybe that would've been easier.
“You’re so stupid.”
“Yeah?” He was teasing you, egging you on in hopes you’d take his bait.
“An imbecile really. At least your twin can be useful and not just a pain in the ass like you.” Nothing was too harsh for Gojo, you knew you’d just fuel his amusement with your comments.
“Oh yeah?” The inflection in his tone hinted at something more.
You threw him a glance, but couldn't fully read his face. “Yeah, he’s really sweet and thoughtful. Lighthearted. Smells good,”
He rested on his arms for support and the tiniest strain from his flexed muscles could be seen in his shirt. “You smelled him?”
“I did way more than that.” You didn't know how smart it was of you to kiss and tell in this situation, but the blossoming indignation was a pleasant sight. “Maybe you should ask him for tips.”
He scoffed, and came close to letting out a hearty laugh. His fingers rubbed behind his glasses after he pretended to wipe away tears.
“Why don't you teach me something instead?”
Whatever he was getting at you couldn't guess, and you became more uncertain when he reached into his pocket.
“Remember this?” He dangled a folded piece of cloth. When it unfolded you suddenly felt embarrassment wash over you and a tingly feeling right at your core.
“Get that away from me,” Your mouth was starting to contradict your body.
He hummed and let it collapse into a new messy fold in the palm of his hand. “Is that really what you want?”
You looked between his hand and the rest of his body that since had moved closer. It was inviting and open, perfect for you to melt right into.
“Don’t you wanna have a little fun? Since I’m always a pain in the ass apparently.”
He picked up the blindfold again and spun it around his finger, more so for his own entertainment than your convincing.
“You’re right.” Your own deftness surprised you as you snatched the blindfold off him.
He only smiled smugly before saying “Excited?”
“Your brother asked me that too.” He didn't respond, but you could tell he had a newfound determination about getting your mind off anything that wasn't here and now.
“Are you feeling on top today?” He tugged you closer by your skirt. You landed in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, battling the urge to feel the friction.
He placed his hands on the small of your back, then switched positions with you with ease. You’d barely registered what happened when he spoke once more, “Or should I take the lead,”
His sentence sounded unfinished, perhaps open-ended was the better word. The words had presently escaped you and it only seemed to fuel his determination.
With the blindfold still in your hold, you asked him to close his eyes and slid the band down his forehead.
“What?”
“Nothing, you look cute with your hair like this,” it was a bit frizzy but still attractive and his eyes stood out. Lashes batting and fluttering with growing impatience.
You gave him a quick kiss, your only way of sedating the hunger matured the more you were in contact.
Afterwards you fully secured the blindfold in place.
He didn't waste any time away from your lips and embraced them with a soft moan. His hands around your back made themselves useful and returned you to your original position straddling him.
Only this time he was hard.
He bucked his hips slightly, while holding you steady against him, allowing the friction the be felt mutually.
Naturally you could only grind down to get some sort of release and scratch that itch that was turning more and more into a pulsating craving with each passing moment.
He bit and sucked on your bottom lip, his own was supple and soft, the most kissable lips you’d felt.
Or second most kissable? It was hard to tell because they virtually felt the exact same. In general they looked and felt exactly the same, but like they were coming from different places.
Disrupted by the increasing franticity of his movements, your mind couldn't wander any further.
“My bed still smells like you,” Gojo said, barely above a whisper. “And every time I smell it I wish you were in it so I could fuck you senseless,”
His brash words compared with his messy, albeit gentle manner made you dizzy.
He was holding back, for your sake. And somehow that made you want him even more, which you didn't even think was possible.
“I can’t see you, but I know you’re making that face that just makes me wanna thrust into you until you see stars,”
He didn't simply lead with words, his hips bucked so hard you could feel it in your cervix. His hands traveled south and you removed your top.
Both of your eager states didn't allow for much efficiency, it was hot, and any second you separated to adjust, you found your way back to each other tongue deep and hands roaming.
Finally, his pants came undone and you pulled them down just enough to get to him.
You slowly and teasingly removed his boxers and watched it spring free, glistening and leaking a little bit. All ready for your mouth.
You lowered yourself towards his pelvis, fanning his sensitivity with your warm breath. He ran a hand across your back, encouraging you wordlessly to stop messing about.
But you knew a part of him was thrilled about being at your mercy. “Are you gonna keep me waiting forever?”
Your answer was given without words and instead through licking a strip up his base to the top of leaking precum.
The taste lingered, sweet and tangy and a little salty. He shuddered when he felt your tongue against him, especially at the tip.
His hand had managed to find its way to your head and guided you to take it further.
It was hard – not only physically but to fit it into your mouth. However, the soreness of your jaw was nothing compared to the pleasure you were about to bring him.
His squirms at the lightest touches turned into fully fledged grunts once you enveloped all of him into your mouth.
The more you sucked and licked, the more forceful his hand became and though he couldn't see the tears forming, you knew it wouldn't have stopped him.
Euphorias was the only way to describe it, you pumped him with your hand and the spit dripping down his length, muffling your own moans and cries.
His thighs began twitching, flexing and relaxing, and eventually he could only provide you with support instead of guiding.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth so fucking hard and you’re gonna swallow it like the good girl you are, aren't you?”
He took a sharp intake of breath as he finished and you tried your best to not falter in your movements.
You continued to stroke him and when he removed the blindfold his face was completely flushed.
“When you came in earlier and I smelt you again I wanted take you right then and there,” His chest fell rhythmically and he didn't seem too worked up.
One of his fingers came up to the corner of your mouth and swiped across before plopping it into your mouth.
“Gotta keep the kids in check,” He joked, and you might've smiled. “I actually have something for you.”
He dragged you by the legs, closer to him and drew something out of his bag that was limply laying beside him.
He attached a small glittery cowboy hat to your head, fake adjusting at your chin and cheek, before saying “Voila!”
“This is stupid,” He didn't manage to keep his eyes on you for a second, they either flew up to your glittery hat or down to your exposed chest.
Luckily for you, his hands followed and settled right where you're sensitive. He played around with your buds and rocked his hips slowly to get you going.
Not long after you too rolled your hips against his. Your hands interlaced, your smaller ones over his, then he lifted you to position you right.
No matter how many times you’d do it, you were sure it would be hard to get used to his size. And this time you didn't get as much prep.
Nevertheless, it hurt good, and once you’d bottomed out you could start moving.
He’d immediately hit deep, making it harder to move as your legs easily quivered. You didn't have to do all the work, or even half of it, as Gojo slipped in and out at the perfect pace.
The smacks of your bodies hitting echoed through the entire room, maybe out in the hall as well and anyone near would be able to hear. But you didn't care, it felt too good.
His fingers alternated between running patterns over your skin and roaming freely over the surface of your body.
When he vigorously decided to slip a hand between your thighs too, your body could barely hold itself up.
Your legs shook and the knot came undone in the only fashion you’d want it to, the work of Gojo burying himself deep inside you.
He chased his own release, using you like his perfect doll, and slammed into you until the ecstasy hit again.
His head fell against your shoulder, tickling your neck with his fine hairs. He didn't pull out, but didn't move either. “You're so warm, I could sleep in there.”
“Do you want to?”
Call it the stress of exam week, but this was like a remedy to everything else. Having it put you to sleep could only be of more help.
After shuffling around to make sure you’d leave the library more or less like you’d found it and putting on Gojo’s shirt, he carried you and his stuff along towards his dorm.
It was mostly quiet, everyone was slumped from exam season and you couldn't blame them. The familiar hall came into view and a sense of returning home washed over you. He didn't need set you down to open the door, and did everything with dexterity.
It looked the same as before, dimly lit and cozy, with a sweetness hanging in the air from the pantry.
Eventually after settling down and hanging his keys, you were carried to his bedroom, or the room you assumed was his bedroom.
You practically melded into the covers when he laid you down. “Are the covers fresh?”
“Straight out of the dryer,”
By the closet he threw his bottoms in and stood only dressed in his grey boxers, then made his way to cozy up next to you.
A yawn escaped your apparently tired lips making the guy across from you giggle.
“Let's go to sleep,”
“With or without it inside?” You jokingly asked.
He appreciated your attempt at sharing his silliness and gave you a kiss on the temple.
You watched him as he reached for the switch and as the lamp flickers, the last thing on your mind is how his moles have faded faster than the light.