Put Him In His Place ᥫ᭡. Gojo Satoru x Reader
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pairings - Lovesick!Fratjo x Badass!reader (f/m)
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♡ ₊˚‧ WARNINGS :: No use of Y/N :: Frat boy Gojo:: Ass Gojo :: Assault?:: Drinking:: Substance abuse :: Eventual jealousy :: Eventual smut -> (more tags coming soon) :: Strong female mc :: NSFW:: (probably more to come!)
𑣲⋆｡˚ NOTES: Hi everyone! Welcome to my first ever mini-series! Fratjo is my absolute favorite and I've been wanting to write a story with him for a while, so here you go. This chapter is in Gojo's POV, next will likely be in readers. (Semi-proofread) 🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮MUSIC RECS:- play your baddie girlboss sexy playlist
The Sigma Phi house was already loud before the night had even fully settled.
The bass from the speakers rattled the windows hard enough that someone had to tape the frames shut. Bodies moved like one giant pulse, people shouted over music, plastic cups sloshed cheap vodka soda, someone laughed way too loud near the kitchen counter. Someone had spilled beer near the front door, and someone else had already stepped in it and stalked sticky footprints across the hardwood floor.
Typical Friday night.
Satoru Gojo stood near the living room archway with the easy confidence of someone who ran the place– which he did. As president of Sigma Phi, the house might as well have been his kingdom.
His white hair caught the flashing lights every time they strobed across the room, and he leaned lazily against the wall as he talked to Suguru Geto, plastic red cup hanging loose in his fingers.
“Dude,” Geto said, nodding toward the staircase where two clearly wasted girls were arguing with someone about whether or not they had to wait in the bathroom line because of their pretty privilege. “You gotta start limiting the invites. Last time, someone genuinely threw up in the washing machine. When my clothes were in it.”
Gojo snorted. “Let them come and have fun. Plus do we even have the budget to hire a bouncer? We would just have to shove Toji out there, and you know he would just let in all the women. Plus, it’s not my fault people can’t hold their alcohol.”
“That girl you disappeared with last weekend definitely could not.”
“Which one?”
Geto stared at him. Gojo grinned in response, completely unapologetic. His love life—if it could even be called that—was simple. Meet a girl. Make out. Maybe disappear upstairs. Wake up alone the next morning. Repeat next weekend. He didn’t do expectations, didn’t do feelings. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just had never met a girl of substance before. Sure, the women at these parties were hot, but they all blended together eventually.
Gojo huffed under his breath and tipped his cup back, the vodka burning slightly as it slid down his throat. The music switched again– something louder and more bass heavy, and the group of girls near the staircase shrieked as someone tripped on the bottom step.
Gojo took yet another sip of the nasty drink, half listening to Geto talk about the budget for the next event. Then the front door opened. And Gojo stopped hearing everything, his attention snapping there without him even meaning to look.
The porch light spilled through the doorway for a moment before someone pushed it shut behind them. And then you stepped inside.
Everything slowed. Not literally, of course– the music was still blaring, people still drunk danced across the room– but for Gojo, the rest of the party blurred out around the edges like background noise.
You paused just inside the doorway, adjusting the strap of your small purse on your shoulder before continuing to saunter forward. The black lace dress you wore hugged your figure perfectly, delicate patterns catching the shifting light all the way from the living room. It was short– dangerously short– but elegant in a way that made it feel intentional instead of slutty. The fabric clung to your waist and hips before ending at your upper thigh, your legs long and completely bare except for the thin straps of the heels wrapped around your ankles.
Your hair fell loosely around your shoulders, shining softly like you hadn’t even tried.
And when you smiled at someone you almost bumped into, Gojo’s brain shut off.
“...Satoru?” Geto snapped his fingers in front of Satoru’s face.
Gojo huffed out half a breath. “Oh God–”
Suguru’s eyebrow raised, concern washing over him slightly. “Satoru what the hell? Is something wrong??” Geto followed the direction of Gojo’s gaze and immediately spotted you, carefully weaving between people toward a blonde girl standing near the kitchen island.
Gojo was staring like someone had unplugged him from reality. “..who,” he said, voice quieter than usual, “is that?”
Geto smirked, leaning back against the wall, arms folding across his chest as he studied you. “Congratulations. You’ve discovered women.”
Gojo ignored him and Geto sighed. “No idea, Satoru. She’s gorgeous though, I gotta admit.
“Becca!” you called over the music. The blonde turned to face you, eyes lighting up as she took a final swig of her drink and set it on the counter, hurrying toward you. “Finally!” Becca shouted back, pulling you into a quick hug. You laughed again, the sound brighter than the pounding bass.
Gojo stared.
There was something about the way you moved, confident but relaxed, completely comfortable in your own skin. Your hands moved when you spoke, you tilted your head when you laughed. You were so–
Gojo pushed himself off the wall. Geto grabbed his arm.
“No.”
“What?”
“Whatever you’re thinking about doing.”
Gojo rolled his shoulders, casually adjusting the collar of his t-shirt. “I’m going to say hi.”
“You’re about to embarrass yourself.”
Gojo scoffed. “I’m the president of this frat.”
“Exactly.”
Gojo shrugged him off.
“Nah,” he said, already walking away. “She’s into it.”
The crowd parted naturally as he moved through it, people greeting him as he passed. Someone clapped him on the shoulder, and another guy handed him a drink refill he didn’t even remember asking for. But Gojo barely noticed any of it. His focus was entirely on you.
You were leaning against the kitchen counter now, one elbow resting on the countertop while Becca talked animatedly about something, gesturing with her cup. You nodded, laughing softly.
Fuck.
Up close, you were even prettier. Gojo felt something unknown twist in his chest.. nervousness?? Nah, that’s ridiculous. He didn’t get nervous around girls, ever. Still, when he stepped beside you, the words that came out of his mouth were the same one’s he’d used a hundred times before– automatic, confident, easy.
“Hey babe,” he said smoothly. You turned your head and your eyes landed on him.
For a split second, Gojo almost forgot the second half of the sentence. But his brain caught up. Eventually.
“You look hot.”
There was a small pause and you blinked, your eyebrows pulling together slightly.
“...um.”
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing just a bit.
“Excuse me?”
Gojo froze. That was not the reaction he was expecting. Usually girls just giggled. Or blushed. Some even leaned in closer immediately. But you just looked annoyed, genuinely annoyed. For the first time in a long time, Gojo felt slightly off balance, but still he recovered quickly.
A lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took a step forward, leaning into your space as he rested a hand on the counter beside you. You instinctively retreated a little, bending back away from him.
“What,” he said lightly, lowering his voice, “never been complimented by a guy before?”
Your expression hardened instantly. “Okay, I’m going to need you to back up.”
This had never happened before– Gojo didn’t know how to react in this situation, so he just stuck to what he knew best. Cockiness. He chuckled softly, shifting even closer now, invading your space with the easy arrogance that had helped him build the reputation he prided himself on. He lightly grabbed your chin with his fingers, pulling it up so you could meet his gaze better. “Hmm. Demanding. I kinda like it.”
Your palm moved before he could react.
SMACK.
Gojo’s head snapped sideways and his eyes widened. The nearby conversations faltered for a second as a few people turned toward the noise. Your hand stung a little as you dropped it to your side. You looked completely unbothered.
“When I say back up, you better listen to me, yeah?” you said coolly, calmly.
He was stunned for a moment, his cheek stinging from the impact. His tongue reached out to swipe the inside of his mouth, speechless at the sting that came from it. His arrogance was quickly replaced with shock as his hand came up instinctively, resting on the side of his face where you’d hit him.
Gojo slowly turned his head back toward you, his expression pure awe as you glared at him.
“Don’t disrespect me again.” you gritted.
He stared at you, hand rubbing his cheek. The sting was still there, warm and sharp, a little pulse of heat against his skin. He could practically feel the outline of your hand there. But something else was there too. His heart was beating. Really fast. Gojo blinked at you.
He wasn’t even mad. In fact.. It was hot. Really hot.
He let out a quiet breath through his nose, somewhere halfway in between a laugh and utter disbelief.
“No girl has ever hit me like that before.”
Your response came immediately. You snorted, actually snorted. It was quick and unimpressed and somehow way more insulting than the slap had been. “Maybe they should.”
Gojo’s eyebrows lifted slightly, for a second he just looked at you, blue eyes flickering with something too close to amusement. Then the corner of his mouth tilted upwards.
“Wow,” he said slowly, voice still calm despite the faint pink on his cheek. “You’re a little smartass, huh?”
The moment the words left his mouth, your posture changed. It was subtle, but Gojo noticed it instantly. Your head tilted slightly and your shoulders squared as you took a step toward him. Just slow, just intimidating enough that something in Gojo’s brain immediately went oh shit.
“..what did you say?” you asked softly, quietly. The music was still blasting in the background, but every click of your heels on the tile cut through the audio. You took another step closer.
Gojo blinked again. He hadn’t moved. Suddenly he was very aware of how close you were, close enough that he could trace over the lace patterns of the neckline on your dress with his eyes if he wanted to. Speaking of eyes, yours had basically narrowed to slits and were locked into his, unblinking. He felt a strange shiver run down his spine as you stalked toward him. Gojo swallowed, suddenly very uneasy. He tried to maintain his cool demeanor, but couldn’t help the slight waver in his voice as he cleared his throat. “I–”
Geto, watching the entire thing from across the room, nearly dropped his drink. Gojo Satoru– campus menace, certified heartbreaker, the guy that had never stayed with a girl long enough to be intimidated by the idea of her, looked like he might be in real danger.
“I-I take it back,” he said quickly, putting his hands palm up in surrender.
Your eyebrow lifted. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” Gojo nodded immediately, "Definitely taking it back. My sorries n shit. Seriously.”
There was a small pause. You stared at him for another second, long enough that Gojo could feel his heartbeat climbing into his throat. It was weird. Really really weird. Why was his heart beating like that in the first place? He had a new girl in his lap every weekend, he flirted constantly, he was never nervous. But right now..
Right now he was extremely aware of every inch of space between the two of you. The faint smell of your intoxicating perfume, the way the strap of your dress had fallen halfway off your shoulder. The way your eyes were still narrowed at him like you were deciding whether or not to kill him.
God.
As much as he hated to admit it, that was… really attractive. Was he falling in love?
Gojo’s brain short circuited when you smiled suddenly. It wasn’t a cocky smirk like his, it was a real grin. Bright and easy, like the tension had never existed in the first place. The shift was so fast Gojo wondered if he’d imagined the scary version of you entirely.
“My apologies,” you corrected, taking a step back, putting a little space between you as you glanced over your shoulder toward Becca. Then you looked back at him.
“Well,” you said casually, brushing a strand of hair behind your hair, eyes looking up at him so cute he forgot to take a breath. “I hope you learned your lesson.”
Gojo’s mouth opened but nothing came out. He was still processing the personality whiplash. Your finger lifted, pointing directly at him.
“If I see you disrespecting any other girls tonight,” you continued, more stern now. “I will hurt you. Again. Personally.”
Gojo stared at you, having absolutely no idea what to say. His brain was completely gone, just empty. Somewhere behind him, Geto was laughing his ass off. Gojo didn’t even look away from you. “Yes, ma’am.” he breathed.
Geto wheezed.
Your eyes widened a little in surprise but your smile grew, satisfied with his answer. Then you turned. Just like that. Conversation apparently over.
Your heels clicked against the floor in that same repetitive noise as you walked a few steps back to Becca, who had been watching the encounter with wide, delighted eyes.”
The moment you reached her, she grabbed your arm. “Oh my god,” she said loudly over the music. “Did you seriously just slap Satoru Gojo?”
You laughed. “Was that his name?”
Becca stared at you like you’d just told her you crashed her car. “Yes.” she hissed. “That’s his name.”
You shrugged lightly. “He was being annoying, getting all up in my face.”
Becca looked back toward him. Gojo was still standing in the same spot, hand back on his cheek, eyes following you like you’d just performed a magic trick.
“..you just assaulted the president of the frat,” Becca whispered. “What if he kicks us out?”
You blinked. “Oh.” Another shrug. “He shouldn’t have called me ‘babe.’ And don’t worry, I won;’t let him kick you out. I’ll leave if he tells me to though, no big deal.”
Across the room Gojo exhaled slowly. He’d forgotten how breathing worked.
Geto appeared beside him a second later, already grinning like an idiot. “You good?” Gojo didn’t answer immediately, he was still staring at you. You, who were leaning right back on the counter next to Becca, already laughing about something else like nothing had happened. Like you hadn’t just knocked his entire sense of reality out of proportion. Geto followed his gaze again and laughed, slapping Satoru on the shoulder. “Oh man,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re cooked.”
Gojo finally spoke, soft. “..did you see that?”
“Yes.”
“She hit me.”
“Yes.”
“And then threatened to do it again.”
“Yup.”
Gojo slowly dragged a hand through his white hair. His cheek still burned, but there was something else buzzing under his skin now. Excitement and fascination. He let out a quiet breath. “Wow..” He was smiling. Slow, dangerous, completely, utterly hooked. “Suguru,” he said.
“Hm?” Geto responded, taking another swig.
“I’m gonna marry that girl.”
Geto choked on his drink. "What?!"
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