✦ ⋆˙⟡ synopsis: you woke up in his bed, naked, completely oblivious to what the two of you got up to. when you start avoiding him, you wonder if you’re willing to risk a friendship over a one time thing. but maybe he wanted it more than just that.
✦ ⋆˙⟡ paring: nerd! satoru gojo x female! reader.
✦ ⋆˙⟡ warnings/taglist: MDNI, 18+, reader gets called mommy once or twice, semi dominant reader, pet names, spit, gojo being a liiitttle bit of a perv, smut!, p in v, not proofread, hand job, mentions of alcohol, shoko still being an amazing wingwoman, might be a tad rushed, college au!, regular au, i think that’s all, but please let me know if i missed anything!
✦ ⋆˙⟡ a/n: I’ll keep this short and sweet. my first ever smut, and i was maybe a littttle excited to get it out (it's also extremely late.) i hope you all enjoy!!!
waking up in gojo’s bed was something you most definitely did not have on your bingo card. his body was facing yours, as one of his arms was gently reaching out towards you. his breathing was soft, and there was something about his face that read “comfortable”. shaggy hair hung over his forehead, his glasses sat neatly on his nightstand, and his clothes were nowhere to be seen. as were yours.
the covers laying over the two of you. keeping the slight breeze that traveled along his bedroom from nipping at your skin.
you had to get out of here.
shimming from his somewhat huge bed, you quickly tried to find your clothes from the night before. the black curtains covering his windows making it difficult. yet you managed to find your dress. not bothering to look for anything else, as you pulled it back on, almost certain it was backwards.
before you left, you couldn’t help to glance back at his sleeping figure. his comfortable image still laying there. you almost felt bad. almost. rushing from his room, you tiptoed towards his living room…
before seeing two unfamiliar faces lounging around his apartment. the first face, a long-haired man with a sharp, defined jawline. his hair in a half up half down bun. he gave you an awkward wave. straightening his glasses with his other hand.
the second, a girl. who you had seen around campus from time to time. the sorority chick, shoko. her hands rested on her hips right above her low rise jeans. she swirled her lollipop in her mouth as she looked you up and down.
“long night?” her gravely voice broke the silence with a smirk on her face.
you felt your cheeks burn in utter embarrassment before brushing it off with a forced laugh.
“what! no! i was— we just! you know, watched a movie!”
your stammering voice cracked under their gaze. the two of them looking at each other with knowing looks. before they could respond, you quickly walked towards the front door grabbing your shoes, phone, and keys that sat messily on the floor.
“well! it was lovely seeing— meeting you guys, but i have, uh… class! yes, class! see you!”
you quickly swung the door open nearly slamming it behind you as you sped away. mentally slapping yourself. it was a Saturday morning. you couldn’t think of a better excuse than class?
quickening your step towards the elevator of his apartment. how could you be so stupid? the night before a complete blur to you. all you did know, was you somehow ended up in bed, naked, with one of the nerdiest guys you knew. if you ever thought you were gonna sweep him off his feet with your girlish charm now. you were dead wrong. you ran your hands over your face groaning in complete despair.
as the elevator doors open, you felt your phone buzzing in your hand. you didn’t bother looking at it until you were miles and miles away from the building. your heels hanging loosely in your hand that carried your phone and keys. you were confused, exhausted, and completely devastated. frat parties were definitely off your college list now. the faint hint of alcohol on your tongue and the headache busting your head open told you enough.
finally making it back to your apartment, you unlocked the door eagerly hiding yourself away from the outside world. you lazily made your way to your bedroom. throwing the heels that caused an ache in the arch of your foot in the closet. plugging your phone up and resting it on your nightstand. though you couldn’t help but peep the unread message from none other than gojo.
“you left early. are you alright?”
his message having a physical impact on you. yet you decided to ignore it completely. the pang of guilt eating you alive. but what were you meant to say? you didn’t remember anything.
and that’s what hurt the most.
deciding that staring at your phone wasn’t going to do anything. you hauled yourself towards your bathroom. stripping your clothes off, and looking at your body in the mirror. a small gasp leaving your puffy lips.
some small. some bigger purplish marks scattered across your neck. your breasts. the inside of your thighs. your fingers running gently over each one. as if to memorize it. turning your body to examine it more, you nearly screamed.
a bite mark on your ass cheek.
you spoke to no one. your mouth hung open. fingers leading over back to the front of your body. your whole body heating up as your eyes locked onto the love bites between your legs. a hint of red bubbling in your already rosy cheeks.
thinking about it more just caused you to groan.
turning your attention back to the shower. turning it on not bothering to let the water warm up. the coldness pulling a gasp from you, before it heating into something soothing. for a while, you didn’t move. just stood there with eyes closed and water causing your hair to stick to your body.
the marks only proved what had happened.
exiting the warmth of your bathroom shower, you lazily wandered back into your room. seeing your phone buzz again.
“look, im sorry if i did anything, but can you talk to me?”
“is this about last night?”
with one whine, you decided your phone was your worst enemy right now. closing your eyes as you held down the power off button, swiping to complete silence it. you threw yourself on you bed. did you want to ruin your weird “friendship” with satoru over a mistake? no. did you think you actually think last night was a mistake? no. were you mortified that he’d think it was? absolutely.
so, for now. you’d lay low… maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.
boy, were you wrong. the weekend flew by in a some what blur. spending the rest of it with your nose buried in your laptop trying desperately to get your assignments done. but as soon as monday rolled around. you were kicking yourself about even attempting to attend class.
the marks on your neck still not fading. so, you pull out the most bozo outfit you own. consisting of a hoodie and a pair off baggy sweats. grabbing your things as you begin your commute to campus.
for the first half of school, you did an excellent job at avoiding him. until your very last class.
walking towards your statistics class, you felt your heart drop into your stomach as you were met with not only satoru. but one of the faces you seen in his apartment. the dark haired one. gojo was always with him or shoko. they must’ve been close. before either of them see, you pull your hood over your head. keeping your gaze down as you briskly walk past them.
you think you’re in the clear. until you get another message.
a small groan left your lips as you practically slam your head in your hands.
“geez, girl. you look stressed.”
the same hoarse voice from before tore your attention straight to her.
shoko stood there. wagging her fingers at you resembling a wave.
“im shoko. i believe you were the girl leaving toru’s apartment saturday?”
she paused adding a smirk.
you snort softly rubbing you eyes.
before you can say much else she pushed herself in the seat beside you.
“what’s got you all bothered? i know we just met, but if you and satoru are gonna be together—!”
“we aren’t together.” you cut her off a little too harshly.
“sorry. i didn’t mean for it to come off like that.” you sigh.
“we just… i think that was just a one time thing.”
her voice was lower this time. resting her head on her hand, as she leaned closer to you. your eyes traveled away.
“i don’t know. maybe it should be a one time thing.”
her silence ushered you to continue.
“we’re friends, y’know? me and him. but… i mean, i can’t remember how far we went the other night.”
you finally turn your attention back to her. chocolate brown eyes staring back into yours.
“him and i are just too different to be anything other than friends.”
“im gonna stop you, okay?”
she flipped her long straight hair over her shoulder.
“i know you and i don’t know each other well, but i know satoru very well. you’re completely delusional in the most respectful way possible.”
your eyes widen as she continues.
“the few days you haven’t responded to him has completely drove him mad. he thinks he did something wrong, or hurt you. i don’t know what happened either, but i can guess from those pretty marks on your neck.”
you felt your face burn again pulling your hoodie closer. which only caused her to laugh again.
“look, sugu and i have been trying to make him feel better about all of this. if you like him, tell him. but if you don’t, please don’t drag him along. he’s stupid when it comes to girls, but he means well. plus, you’re hot. having you around would most definitely brighten my day.”
she ended her speech with a wink. you coughed out a laugh shoving her shoulder playfully. for once in what seemed like days, you felt fine.
“you aren’t too bad yourself.”
your laugh dies down finally.
“good. im texting him that you’ll meet him at his place.”
and with that, she left no room to argue. turning her attention towards the professor as he began his rambles. somewhere along the way. shoko jotted her number on a sticky note.
after the class was over, what you assumed to be sugu came by to talk with shoko. he waved softly at you, a small comforting smile etched onto his face. shoko gathered her things before pointing at you.
“remember what we talked about. you have my number if you need anything. later!”
she winked at you before spinning on her heel to drag sugu out of the room.
the walk towards satorus apartment was utter hell. your stomach flipping with each step you took. your mind assuming ever bad thing that could happen. before you knew it, you were in the elevator, then walking down the hall, then knocking on his door.
you shoved your hands in your pockets as you waited.
he answered the door in what seemed to be a rush. his clothes a little disheveled, as his eyes rake over you. it was like a million bricks were lifting off him in that very moment.
you gave a lopsided grin.
he quickly stepped aside pushing his glasses up again.
you hesitated before stepping into his familiar apartment. a soft smell of his cologne clouding your nose along with a sweet smell of tea. your attention caught again by him closing his front door, resting against it.
“i… i haven’t told anyone about.., that. if that’s why you’ve been avoiding me.”
you twist your whole body back to him. a look of surprise plastered on your face.
he fiddled with his fingers softly. a nervous habit he had for quite some time. something he did when he was worried about a test. even though he was bound to pass. something he did when he was in a new environment. something he did when he was unsure about a pretty girl.
“i just… i figured you were avoiding me because of, you know. the other night.”
his bright baby blues finally met yours. you felt like an absolute ass.
“no. toru, that’s not— i wasn’t avoiding you because of that.”
taking a deep breath you ran your hands across you face.
“i don’t remember what happened, okay?”
he tilted his head, seemingly confused with what you meant.
“i don’t remember what we did.”
you motioned between the two of you.
“i don’t remember the party. i don’t remember how i got to your place. im not even a hundred percent sure we had sex.”
you sigh walking towards his living room. the opened space giving you a cozy feeling. his bay window giving you a stellar view of the city.
“i just know we were both naked, and i guess that scared me. not only because i have no memory of it, but,”
you leaned against the back of his couch noticing him following you like a lost puppy. his eyebrows furrowing as he listened to you talk. addicted to the way you spoke.
“but because i do care about you. a lot. i didn’t want just a one time thing with you, but i guess i thought it was a mistake.”
his voice cracked as he spoke.
“y/n. that night was amazing. i couldn’t have asked for better.”
one hand came to ruffle through his thick hair.
“i… i was so worried that i messed everything up. that you didn’t want it. that i may have overdone things.”
he jumped at your outburst.
“sorry. no, you didn’t do anything wrong, and i… i did want it. i guess i just, y’know, wanted to be aware enough to… make you feel good too.”
you huffed out a laugh as his jaw dropped.
“i mean, you left all these marks on me, and i don’t see any on you.”
as soon as the words left your lips he was tugging his shirt off. before you could stop him, you were met with a beautiful sight.
his pale, toned body on full display in front of you. eyes traveling down his chest to rest on his v-line. the same purple marks that scattered across your skin, were plastered all around his lower body. his black boxers peaking from his saggy jeans. faded red lines covering his chest.
he mumbled sweetly, turning his back to you. his muscles contorted and flexing slightly as he felt your eyes on him. the same faded red scratch marks scattered his back.
his attention quickly turned back to you. taking a hesitant step towards you.
“you made me feel perfect, and this may sound totally pervy, but i can’t stop thinking about it. your mouth on me. the way your body moved against mine. how wet you were.”
you cut him off laughing softly at his vivid details.
“i never want anyone else after i’ve had you.”
your eyes land with his. the gaze intense. a small goofy smile landing on your lips.
“the ass bite was a nice little touch.”
he rolled his eyes playfully. before trapping you. his hands placed on either side of the couch. his fingers digging into it.
“you left your panties. the black lacy ones. the ones you let me take off with my teeth.”
you felt your breath catch in your throat at the sound of his voice.
“i found them after shoko and sugu left. still a little damp.”
“i can’t stop thinking of how you tasted, y/n.”
he gave you a pitiful look practically rutting against you.
“how you begged me to be rough on you. how you cried my name so sweetly.”
his breath caught, as he finally leaned into your ear.
“i wanna do it again… i wanna make you remember…”
your hands came to massage his exposed sides, to which he whimpered at. you pulled back softly, your own uneven breathing mixing with his.
it was a quiet tone. half of you not believing this.
his forehead rested against yours. his cheeks flushing a sweet pink color.
you wasted no time colliding the two of your lips together. it was sloppy at first. both of you eager to just touch each other. teeth clashing as you shoved your tongue passed his lips. his whimpers fueled a fire in you. you stepped forward pushing him back slightly walking him around his couch. breaking the kiss, you shoved him back onto the plush couch. crawling over to straddle him.
he breathed out. his hands resting on your hips.
pulling away from him, you raise your arms tugging the fabric off your upper body. your black bra hugging your breasts, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off them. the hickies still there, fading only slightly. his hands began rocking you back and forth over his crotch. a tent building from under his jeans. showing you just how desperately he wanted you. his breathing erratic, and his lip tugged between his teeth muffling his noises.
your hands resting on either side of his face bringing his gaze back to yours.
“c’mon… lemme hear those pretty sounds.”
it took little to no effort for him to obey you.
he whined softly still rolling his hips up into yours. without getting off him, you moved your weight to one side pulling your leg out from your sweats, before doing it to the other side. throwing your sweats somewhere in his apartment. you lowered yourself back onto him. the roughness of his jeans causing a shiver to run up your spine, as the thin fabric of your panties did little to shield you.
you nodded eagerly pulling at his jeans.
he listened eagerly. your shaky hands undoing his button before pulling them off. he kicked them away from his feet.
“ ‘s just me. you don’t— mmphm… have to be nervous.”
his pitiful voice sent heat straight towards your core. your pussy soaking through the fabric. teasing him just slightly, you ran your clothed folds against the cock print in his boxers. earning a sweet moan, as he through his head back.
you kissed up his exposed neck stopping at his ear.
his grip tightened around your hips.
“it— it does. but i—i can’t last long if you tease me.”
placing a small kiss on his ear lobe. you lowered your hips again moving at an agonizing pace. his breath hitching.
your hands move seductively down his body. fingers looping around the waist band of his boxers. pulling them down, she was pleasantly surprised at his length. his cock springing free hitting his stomach with a soft plat!
you licked your lips before spitting in your hand.
your hand finally making contact with his cock. your spit rolling down his length as you stroke him. your thumb coming to tease his head. pre cum leaking from his puffy slit.
his head stayed laid back against his couch. his hands leaving you to cover his red face. his hips rolling into your hand.
“p—please~! i cant hold it much longer. need to be in—inside you, mommy!”
the two of you freeze. his hand slapping over his mouth as his head shoots up to stare into your eyes. your own eyes widen, your hand pausing its movements.
his answer muffled underneath his hands. your eyebrows furrowing as you pulled his hands away.
you breath pulling your panties to the side before gripping the base of his cock with one hand. lining him up with your sopping hole. his head stretching you sweetly. a moan leaving your lips as you stare down at him.
“please, baby. say it again? for me?”
his little whimpers intensify as he’s almost inside you.
you ease yourself onto him. your pussy slurping him inside you deeper and deeper. you move slow. deliberate. making sure to savor the sweet yelps and moans he makes. making sure you remember everything.
once he’s settled inside you. your eyes never leave his. rolling your hips up and down creating lewd noises echo through his apartment. tears pricking his pretty eyes. his fucked out expression causing your movements to slow.
“y—yes! please, pretty please don’t slow down.!”
his hands come back to your lush hips. his gaze traveling down to where you were connected. half lidded eyes watching you ride his thick cock. the wetness from your pussy settling around his puffy balls. his breathing becoming uneven as your fingers work themselves on your bundle of nerves.
sweet noises leaving your lips as you struggle to keep your arm propped up beside him. a near scream leaving you as he hits that sweet spot inside you. which seems to feed that fire inside him.
quickly flipping the two of you over, your back hits his couch. resting on his elbows to fuck into you relentlessly. his balls slapping against your ass.
your legs immediately wrap around him, your hands digging into the flesh on his sides. the noises the two of you made mixing together in sweet, sweet ecstasy. his hips moving in such a experienced way you couldn’t help but wonder.
he moaned against your ear. you quickly tightened your grip around his waist causing his breath to shake.
“keep fucking me, toru. im, fuck, im so, so close. you can hold out? can’t you, baby?”
he nods against you eagerly. rocking his hips more furious this time. each moan louder than the last, as his cock head kisses your cervix with such aggressive. your eyes water softly, but as tears of pleasure fall. satorus there to lick the salty liquid from your face.
before you knew it, you’re screaming his name. locking your legs behind him, as your orgasm hits you. he follows swiftly after you. keeping himself on his elbows to stop himself from falling all the way on you.
for a moment. you lay there. out of breath, sweaty, and exhausted. it isn’t until a while passes where he leans up looking at you lovingly.
you stare at him confused.
“i… i want you to stay. we can get take out. you- you can where my clothes to bed. i can wash yours. i can drive you to class tomorrow. we can have the night to ourselves. just, please stay…”
he seemed terrified at the thought of you leaving. you snort softly bringing your hand to rest on his cheek. stroking his cheekbone softly. he leaned into your touch moving his head to kiss the inside of your palm.
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