Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.
I’m looking through my drafts of stuff I have written and I wanted to work on this random lowkey self indulgent fic and so I like read through what I had written and I’m like this EATS but now I am starring at it because it’s been so long since I worked on it I totally forgot how to WRITE IT
Tbh a couple days ago I saw some tweets of people complaining about the whole Frat Gojo and the fanarts of Frat! Gojo (and Nerdjo) and how “americanized” and “white washed” the concept was… and I got annoyed by it cause why are people policing fanworks BUT apparently I had only seen a specific type of Gojo artwork because I just opened twitter and saw a Frat! Gojo fanart and THAT IS A WHITE MAN. Like full on white man!! WHO is this and wtf did they do with Gojo
Also I won’t name the artist but like cmon you can’t say that’s frat GOJO when it’s clearly NOT him at all
When you first met Gojo Satoru, you never imagined you’d be in this position. A shared breath away from his lips, with you under him and his cock so deep inside you.
Just as your boyfriend had been an hour earlier.
His hips faltered at the sight of Suguru’s creamy cum foaming around his cock and mixing in with yours.
When you first met Gojo, it was under the premise of meeting Suguru’s closest friend. You were nervous, butterflies swirling around in your tummy from the mere thought of finally meeting the one name your boyfriend always had on his mind.
You’d hate to admit it, but you had always been a little jealous of Gojo. He seemed to capture the attention of every room he walked in. His presence was suffocating. You could never run far from him.
He was, after all, your boyfriend’s best friend.
You were determined to dislike him, but when he lowered his glasses and his sparkly blue eyes met yours, you faltered.
It took a while for you to notice that feeling of discomfort was reciprocated.
The way Gojo would bristle at the mere sight of you.
The way he’d visibly tense at your public displays of affection.
You reveled in this newfound notion.
It was your favorite dirty little secret.
Like every other teenager, Gojo was a mess of hormones. Confused, angry, horny. He couldn’t figure himself out.
Whether he wanted to do you or be you.
When he finally had you under him, your gummy walls milking every last drop of his cum, he came to a nasty revelation.
He could see it in your eyes, your shared thoughts.
In some twisted way, you both felt even closer to Suguru in that moment.
Authors note: I didn’t mean for this to be about cheating tbh. I started it off with the idea of Suguru’s girlfriend getting together with Gojo some time after Suguru starts his cult… but when I actually started writing it just kind of turned out this way.
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Better Than The Rumors ✨ Mei Narumiya x Nerd! Reader ✨
Nerdy reader finds out the rumors about jock Mei Narumiya are true, but not quite as delicious as the real deal. College au. smut. princess treatment
author's note: I wrote this on Friday the 13th and it was supposed to be a valentine's post but the smut took me a little longer to write. enjoy! Ao3
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You’d heard of Mei Narumiya, of course you had. He was just your type. Slightly narcissistic, blond, and had the most arrogant personality. He also happened to be the star ace player of your university’s baseball team.
His reputation was as loud as his personality. Mei was the famous manwhore on campus. The type to hook up at a party, fuck you senseless, and then forget your name the next time he saw you. If he even bothered to learn your name.
You did wonder if the rumors were true, but you never truly thought much more of him past those rumors. The two of you ran in completely different circles. He was a jock, hung out with mostly other baseball players and all the pretty cheerleaders. And you, well, you were a nerd that spent most of your time in the library with your nose in a textbook. He had a line of admirers at his beck and call, but you were always too busy with your school work to pay him any mind.
There was that brief interaction in a biology class you took in freshman year. The two of you ended up as lab partners, but that’s about as far as your interactions with him went.
Until tonight, that is.
“A costume party in February? That doesn’t even make sense!” You poked fun at the invitation.
Your friends laughed and said something about the theme being today’s date. Friday the 13th.
That’s how you found yourself a few hours later, in the middle of a busy kitchen taking your fourth shot of the evening. Overhead lights were off, with only the red LED lights taped to the ceiling and the blaring blue light from the television screen engulfing the house.
You had goosebumps on your arms. It could’ve been from the nasty alcohol you were drinking or the too short skirt and thin tube top you wore as part of your costume. Or it could’ve been from the cold glare directed at you from across the room by none other than Mei Narumiya.
He had stopped paying attention to whatever conversation he was having. Your eyes locked for a brief second as you set your plastic shot glass down on the kitchen counter.
You looked away first, feeling the heat crawling up your neck. The room was buzzing a little too much. You pressed your cool fingertips to your flushed cheeks. The alcohol was really getting to you.
“-another shot?”
You froze, looking up. That voice was easily recognizable to you. Bright and teasing accompanied with a cocky little smirk.
Mei stood next to you, just close enough to touch. The heat from his body radiated past all the buzzing noise around you. His sky blue eyes bore into yours.
He had the prettiest eyelashes. You wanted to reach out and touch them. Instead, you swayed a little in your spot and beamed up at him.
You had missed the first part of what he said, but the bottle in his hand did all the talking. He filled his shot glass first and tilted the bottle towards your own empty glass.
He poured you another drink, fingers brushing for a second as he handed the mini red shot glass over to you. The electricity in his fleeting touch sent a shiver down your spine.
Suddenly, the kitchen felt too warm. Too crowded.
Mei was so close, you could smell the aftershave and his signature cologne. Someone bumped into you slightly from behind, and you stumbled forward into Mei’s chest.
His adam's apple was so prominent. You had the sudden, drunk urge to drag your tongue along it.
He leaned down further into your personal space, an arm sliding smoothly around your waist. Your skin burned where his arm pressed against the exposed skin between your skirt and your top.
“Wanna get outta here?” His voice was low and seductive, like he already knew the answer.
Your eyes slowly trailed down to his lips. They looked so soft.
His lips were soft on your skin. You found out later that night, in between his sheets.
He trailed hot, wet kisses down your neck and all the way between your breasts. You watched in awe as he traveled further down, pressing open mouthed kisses on your tummy. He kissed your hips, hands wandering over every inch of your skin.
You let out a quiet, broken moan when his teeth grazed the skin of your inner thigh. Gasping, your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged softly.
He groaned at your touch, tilting his head back just enough to meet your eyes. His pupils were blown wide in arousal and he had a faint, teasing smirk.
Your heart was beating like crazy. You never would have imagined nerdy little you would have the star ace player of the baseball team in between your thighs.
“I- Mei-”
He cut you off by pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your clit through the soaked fabric of your panties.
“Look at you,” his soft laugh vibrated against you, “I didn’t think my nerdy little lab partner was this needy.”
The realization that - yes, he definitely remembered you - caught your breath. The thought burned, just as his cool fingertips edged the waistband of your panties.
“Lift those hips up for me, princess” he murmured, voice husky.
You obeyed without much thinking, your hips arching off the mattress as he slid the fabric of your pink cotton panties down your thighs.
Mei’s gaze dropped from yours as he hungrily licked his lips and leaned in for a taste.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he let out a low, appreciative hum against you.
His words were half muffled, but you heard them clearly. He had imagined this with you.
Mei didn’t give you a second to process his words, much too eager with his mouth between your thighs. He sucked on your clit. He pulled back, just enough to pepper your thighs with kisses before diving back in with long, languid strokes.
Your hands were knuckles white clutching at the sheets.
Oh god.
He was so good at that. The rumors you’d heard about Mei this whole time suddenly felt so real.
You couldn't help yourself chasing for more as your hips bucked at his pretty face, desperate with every flick and swirl of his tongue against you.
He groaned in approval, letting you grind your hips as he slipped his tongue inside you. In and out, fucking you with his tongue while his hands controlled the pace of your hips.
“Mei- fuck- please please-”
You were so desperate. The heat at your core bubbling closer.
At the sound of your moans, he pulled back to tease you.
“Please what, princess? Come on, use your words.”
You whimpered at the loss of his touch, fingers losing the grasp of the sheets around you. He let out a soft laugh at your whine.
“Please don’t stop,” your voice sounded foreign to you, too husky with arousal. “Please make me cum, Mei.”
He groaned, kissing your inner thigh.
"Good girl."
His mouth was on you just as quickly. He rewarded you with faint little kisses and the ghost of his fingertips.
You whined, hips lifting off the bed once more in a silent plea. “Mei…”
He chuckled low against you, the sound sending another shiver up your spine. “You beg so pretty..”
You jerked your hips towards him once more and this time he rewarded you with the feel of his fingers. His tongue sucked on your clit as he slid two fingers inside you.
“Yes, Mei - please more”
The combination of his tongue and his expert fingers had you gasping. Your vision blurred as his fingers curled in that come here motion. You felt that slow heat rising up again as his fingers thrusted inside you. Your thighs were trembling when he added a third finger, closing around him as he gave you exactly what you asked for.
He groaned against you. Your vision blurry, the pleasure too immense. Your walls fluttered around his fingers, thighs tensing.
“Mei—fuck yes—I’m—”
Toes curled. Stomach fluttering. Your slick coated his fingers and he drank up every last drop of your juices. When he finally pulled away, his lips were swollen and his hair was a mess from your grip.
You were in awe of him as he crawled up to kiss you, arms caging you in under him and giving you a taste of yourself on his tongue.
His hard on pressed against you and you shivered slightly at the feel of him.
“I think that confirms all the rumors,” you joked when he finally pulled away from your lips.
He couldn't help the laugh. “Yeah? I’m going to fuck you so good, princess, you’ll forget all those rumors.”
He made true to that promise, fucking you through one earth shattering orgasm after another. Once with your legs over his shoulders and his hands around your throat just enough to tease your breathing.
The second, he had you on your knees with one hand tangled in your hair and the other on your hip as he pounded into you from behind. He pulled you in closer, whispering little praises in your ear as you came.
“That’s it, princess. You squeeze me so good.”
You rode out your third orgasm on top, thighs burning. When your pace seemed to slow down, he had enough stamina to take over. You fell face first onto his shoulder, gasping for breath against him as he helped you ride out your orgasm.
By the fourth round, you were trembling under him too overstimulated to form a single coherent word other than the repeat of his name.
“Mei- oh fuck- Meii- fuck fuck”
He was so smug about it too, teasing you about how tight your walls fluttered against his cock and how wet you were. His sheets were drenched, a mess of both of you.
When he finally came, you were in missionary position with your foreheads touching and gasping in each other's face. Your lips were just a breath away. He groaned, hips stuttering as he came in hot sudden spurts.
“Fuck” was all he said before he crashed his lips against yours.
You giggled into the kiss, incredibly too fucked out to say anything more.
So, yes, the rumors about Mei Narumiya were true. But no, they didn’t even come close to how good a fuck he was.
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Date nights with Gojo were always fun. Whether you were out getting dinner, going to the movies, or at home having a night in.
Your favorite kind of date was getting a sweet treat together. Your sweet tooth was just as bad as his.
Your favorite dates were the late night ice cream runs. You were always down for a scoop of ice cream no matter what time it was, and he loved any excuse to spoil you.
When it came to paying, he never let you even think about it. Whenever you’d reach for your purse and offer to pay, Gojo would act offended that you’d even assume he’d let you pay.
And if you ever insisted, he would joke that you could pay him back later and you’d know from the look in his eyes what he was thinking of.
Gojo had a sweet tooth, and you were his favorite sweet treat.
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