tags: oldersister!reader, brothersbestfriend!nerdjo, college au, Suguru Geto is your younger brother, mutual pinning, idiots in love, fluff
a/n: i had lots of fun writing this one :-) so enjoy! banner credits @angeliicide
Having a younger brother has its perks, especially when his best friend is easily the hottest man you have ever seen. Boxy glasses that compliment his blue, ocean-like eyes. White hair that is always messy. Biceps that peek out on a slightly too tight shirt. Yup, he’s exactly your type and the reason why you can’t get a boyfriend. If you can’t get over your unrequited love for him now, then you’re doomed for the rest of eternity. However, you can’t help it—he’s just too dreamy.
“Hey ugly, come downstairs! I ordered pizza.” Suguru calls from the kitchen island. Ordering delivery has become a habit of his, especially when he doesn’t feel like cooking–which is basically everyday.
“Who are you calling ugly? I’ll be down in a second!”You rush out of your room and make your way to the kitchen. There, you see a familiar face or in other words, Satoru Gojo. The Satoru Gojo that has your heart wrapped around his fingers within even realizing it. The man you have been hopelessly in love with all these years.
You take a slice of cheese pizza before speaking. “Thought you’d be at Sukuna’s tonight? I know he’s hosting a party at his place.”
“Nah, Toru and I are doing a movie marathon night instead. We’re watching movies that our friends recommended.”
“Just don’t be too loud like last time.”
Suguru nods in response as he shoves a whole pepperoni slice into his mouth. The oil trickles down his fingers, making you physically cringe at the sight. Before he can open his mouth to take another bite, you toss a box of wipes at his forehead.
“Also, make sure to clean up or else I’ll end you myself. I don’t want to clean up after whatever disgusting mess you make.” Your comment lingers in the air for a second before you turn to go back upstairs into your room. Suguru huffs in anger and makes a mockery face after he’s sure you’re nowhere near the kitchen island.
“She’s so scary, right Toru? Like she’s always threatening me for no reason.”
Satoru stays silent.
Feeling hungry, you go downstairs to grab a small snack. You expect sounds coming from the TV, after all Suguru said he’s doing a movie marathon, but there’s none. It’s that type of eerie silence that chills every bone in your body. You pass the living room to see your brother fast asleep on the couch, blanket draped over his body. However, Satoru is nowhere to be found. You know for a fact that he didn’t leave because his shoes are still by the front doors. You scan the first floor in a hurry just to be met with a pair of eyes looking at you curiously from the kitchen. Your heart almost stops before you realize it’s him.
“Satoru? You almost scared me.”
“Did I? Sorry about that. I got thirsty so I poured myself a glass of water.” He chuckles softly, being mindful of Suguru’s sleeping figure.
“Ah, that makes sense. I came down for a quick snack. How was the movie marathon?”
“Actually… Suguru fell asleep within 20 minutes of the first movie. I guess we shouldn’t have asked our friends for suggestions.”
You hum in response as you move through the kitchen, looking for the cabinet filled with snacks. After a brief moment of glancing at the similar cabinet doors, you find yourself stuck in a dilemma. You’re too short to open the one with snacks inside so you end up asking Satoru for help.
“Can you help me reach the cabinet? It’s too high up.”
“Sure.” He sets down his cup on the counter before hovering over you. His arms stretch past you to open the cabinet door. His front presses against your back and you freeze in place. If your brother saw you and Satoru like this, he’d surely kill the both of you. Your heart is thumping out of your chest, pulse quickening by the second. He notices the sudden shift in the mood too and before you can create some distance between you two, his lips fall onto yours. It’s gentle, nothing like the ones you have experienced before. The way he feels in your mouth is incredible, it’s addictive. You could definitely get used to this.
His big hands grab your waist and lift you up onto the kitchen counter. You squeal in surprise, which is then quickly replaced by a woozy feeling inside your stomach. The heat rises from your neck up to your cheeks, showcasing a noticeable flush across your face. Your heart can’t handle this. He’s too close—too close for comfort. His hands hold your waist firmly in place as his other trails underneath your shirt. The cold sensation startles you for a brief moment, however, you easily melt into his touch. He traces little circles on your skin, letting his fingers glide over your chest. It feels ticklish, but you don’t want it to stop. You’ve wanted this for so long.
He pulls away first before slumping down onto the kitchen floor. His face is flushed a bright pink, similar to that of a peach. His glasses are foggy, slightly crooked from the kissing. You stare at each other in silence before you open your mouth to break it.
“You know… I’ve wanted this for so long.” You confess to him. You feel vulnerable at this minute but it doesn’t matter because it’s Satoru. Your Satoru. He nods in agreement and gives you a peck on the cheek. It’s warm against your skin and the woozy feeling won’t go away.
“I’ve wanted you the moment I laid my eyes on you. I just couldn’t make a move on my best friend’s older sister.”
“Well, you got me now.” You chuckle louder now as you smother his face with little kisses. You finally got what you wanted, and you’ll never let him go.
tags: mutual pinning, teasing, fluff (if you can call it that)
word count: 700
a/n: hi!! this is actually my first post ever… i’m open to suggestions so let me know what you want to see! :-)
9:26 PM
You: there’s a party at Suguru’s tonight. come to my dorm first and we’ll go together
You: oh, btw it starts at 10 PM. don’t be late pls!!
Satoru should have gotten used to this habit of yours—inviting him out to parties that he could honestly care less about. After all, he was ranked #1 in his graduating class and consistently made the Dean’s list every semester. He didn’t need distractions or at least that was what he thought. He was okay with being Satoru Gojo or the campus nerd as everyone had called him. His white locks made him stuck out like a sore thumb, already drawing unnecessary attention to himself. In order to preserve his seemingly peaceful and quiet life, he tried to interact with other students as little as possible. That was his original goal until he somehow ended up being entangled with you, the girl that craved nothing but parties.
9:31 PM
Satoru shows up in front of your dorm and before he can stretch his hand to knock, the door flies open. “Oh, hey Toru! Perfect timing, can you help me pick out an outfit to wear? I have too much to choose from and I need a second op—” His brain short circuits and tunes out the last few words you said. His face turns beat red, cheeks burning hot under the fluorescent lighting. You’re wearing nothing but a black laced bra, and a matching underwear set. His black, thick-cut glasses slip down his nose and in an attempt to fix it, he stares a bit too hard at the sight in front of him. It’s hard for Satoru to focus on anything but your figure, however, he does his best to drift his eyes onto your face instead.
He steps into your room and finds himself sitting on the edge of your bed. “Toru, what do you think about this top? Isn’t it so cute?” You bat your eyelashes at him, eyes that beg for him to agree. “Yeah, it is… Make sure to put on some pants too…” His eyes trail down to your bare legs before he freezes and catches himself again. Your eyes meet as he tries to compose himself. But being startled at the sudden eye contact, he immediately shifts his glaze away, up at the ceiling. He’s too embarrassed about the thoughts rumbling through his mind. He’s scared that you’ll notice his secret crush on you—which you had already known about. The quick glances that he thought no one noticed. The way he came running every time you invited him. He made it painfully obvious, which was why you wanted to tease him a little and push his limits. In the midst of his perverted thoughts, your voice snaps him back into reality. “You’re being so mean! I was just getting to that, okay?” He sits there dazed as he tries to sort what just happened inside his mind.
You and Satoru go back and forth, trying to decide what outfit to wear to the party. However, it’s mostly you doing all the deciding, while he silently nods like an idiot to every suggestion. He thinks you look good in everything you wear so his opinion wouldn’t matter either way. This should’ve been a quick get-ready-with-me, which it was, so how did you guys end up like this?
“Toru. Do you like me?” A smug smile lands on your mouth as you wait for his answer. He blinks one, and then twice before nodding helplessly. How cute, you think. Before he can speak up, you crash your lips onto his while climbing onto his lap. He likes the way you taste in your mouth. He wants more. He desires you—all of you at this moment. Your hand finds its way onto Satoru’s hair before you yank it hard. You pull away from his lips and Satoru frowns in disappointment. “I didn’t know you wanted me this bad.” You chuckle at his disheveled state and the never seen before expression on his face.
“I do, so take responsibility for these feelings.” You freeze at his sudden remarks before laughing your head off. “Of course, Toru.”
You and Satoru end up showing up to the party at 10:30 PM.
