˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓝.𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 & 𝓑.𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ are twins you're fucking. . . but you think they're both the same person.
⤿ ꒰ you get caught between the campus' valedictorian and hearthrob, completely unaware that they're actually twins and not just one annoying person :: college au :: smut :: named twin :: m.masturbation :: f.oral :: overstimulation :: dumbification :: marking :: creampie :: panty stealing :: jealousy/possessiveness ꒱
♡ :: part two
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ is the guy you wanna be. gojo satoru is the top of all his classes. pretty boy valedictorian. yeah he's a little awkward and emotionally inept but that big of a brain has to come with some kinda catch no? he's quiet, cold, and observant. the one you don't notice at the back of the class— but ever ready to throw a sharp tongued comment. he's not very expressive about his more popular twin. in fact, he doesn't talk about him at all. silent and seething in his shadow.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ is the guy you wanna be with. gojo satoshi is the campus heartthrob. all smooth talk and bedroom eyes. walking like the world owed him something and grinning like it already gave it to him. yeah, he's a bit of a player. a fuckboy by nature but hey— the girls fawn for a reason, don't they? he'll ditch class for a ride round town. pick up another pretty thing with an engine rev and flip of his visor. he's a lot more vocal about his twin. teasing and belittling whenever he's nearby. but god knows he'll never seek him out willingly. he can't stand the smart talks and sharp eyes.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ knew he wanted you the second he saw you trotting outside campus. he was parked. occupied with his phone. but the second you passed by? he glanced up. and oh. he's never seen a girl so pretty. of course he did what he always did— threw some charming flirt. revved his bike. flipped his visor with a smooth, “haven't seen you around. you new here, pretty girl? need a tour?”
but when you just glared at him? huffed and gripped your bag tighter? something in his heart fluttered. he just had to chase after you.
“bad mood, sweetheart? lemme cheer you up. take you out sometime. get to know you better.” he crooned. absolutely not getting the hint until you spun around and jabbed a manicured nail to his chest.
“do me a favour and take a hike, won't you?”
and that, was the first day satoshi had ever been rejected. and he fucking loved it.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ met you in class the day after. you recognised him, of course. the white hair, those killer blue eyes. seemed he had glasses now. you glowered as you realised the only seat left was next to him. the jerk who couldn't take a hint yesterday. you sat yourself down. took out your books. focused on the lecture. relocating campuses after a semester wasn't the most ideal and you had tons of work to catch up on.
so of course you were even more frustrated when a tap on your shoulder interrupted you mid class.
“hey, do you have a spare pen?”
you snapped your gaze towards him. eyes narrowed. yesterday's irritation bubbling at the seams. “are you dumb or just stupid?”
you watched his eyes widened behind specs before he returned your glare with a hissed, “the fuck's your problem?”
“you are. now for the last time— leave me alone.”
and that's, how you made an enemy. completely, blissfully unaware that the man you were actually mad at was satoru's twin.
but for entire semester, you wouldn't know they were two separate people.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ would try his luck. you and him were in a thursday and friday class, and he'd use his every waking opportunity to grab your attention. flirts, charms, everything infuriating in between. he caught you in town once, rushing to get to campus and of course, offered you a ride.
“c'mon babydoll. is being late to class really better than takin' a ride with me?” he'd grin.
you'd flip him off. hiss another rejection. you knew about guys like him. you saw him in the hallways. loud, boisterous, flirting with any pair of pretty eyes that looked his way.
it confused you though. why'd he only flirt with you on thursdays and fridays? also where were his glasses?
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ would go on to be your enemy of the semester. ever since your altercation in class, he's made it his personal life goal to hate you with his entire being. unfortunately for him, you were also smart. but a bit too confident for your own good, it seemed. did you really think you could compete with him? and so began the most fiery academic rivalry in history.
you'd be neck in neck. fighting for first place as professor's pet and battling it out on the grade scoreboards.
he'd get an assignment back with a stellar 99%, only to look over at your measly 94%. he'd grin, like an asshole. “must be hard being such a loser, huh?”
only to crumple his next assignment into tight fists when you managed to get just one percentage higher than him.
he'd exchange banter with you. debate you in class. call you a brat when you tried to prove him wrong and challenge him.
you were brilliant and unfortunately, beautiful. satoru didn't know what was happening to him. it slowly became something that wasn't just academics. and that terrified him.
as for you? you were in the same boat. the last thing you wanted was to fall in love with this asshole. but you had to admit, he looked cuter when he decided to wear his glasses and tone down the fuckboy act every monday and tuesday.
why'd he switch so drastically through the week? what a weirdo.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ listened to his brother rant about the irritating girl that was his astrophysics desk partner. about how she was so unnecessarily rude and even more audacious. satoshi couldn't help but grin. was satoru, his loser of a brother, actually finding love? and when he found out that the girl in question was you? he couldn't blame him. he's been trying for months to get your number, let alone get up your skirt. he dubbed it as competitiveness. he's never had a girl reject him and thus— it's made him a little obsessed. he couldn't stop thinking about you. in bed, in the shower, hell, seeing you walk around campus and not even look at him was torture.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ hated himself for the way he turned out. he's not sure how it happened. just one day after a heated debate with you, he'd stormed off back to his dorm. collapsed in his desk. shoved his glasses into his hair. and soon, angry scribbling in his notes became desperate jerks of his hand as he fucked his fist. to the thought of you. that grating voice, that beautifully sharp mind. everything. he hated himself. hated that he was thinking about this. he wasn't satoshi. he didn't want girls like this— he sure as hell didn't fuck his fist this needy to one either. and yet when he spurted all over his hand, panting hard and whispering your name, it felt oddly right. it scared him.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ dragged satoru out at the end of semester to a party. told himself he was being a good brother. might as well try to get along, right? but satoru was so boring. he didn't drink, didn't chat, just sat in some corner with his headset on and scrolled through his phone. and satoshi? he was all over the place. bouncing and bubbling, bumping and grinding. a red solo cup in his hand. keeping as far as fucking away from his twin as possible. fuck. why'd he even bring him here?
his irritation washed away the second he saw you, however. dolled up, dangerous, looking like both sin and sugar. he left behind his friends, ignored whatever girl tried to come his way.
he found you at the drinks table. propped his forearm on it and grinned at your little glare.
“this isn't really your scene, babydoll. tagged along with someone?”
“a few friends.”
“wow. so she can be polite.”
you rolled your eyes and noticed he wasn't wearing his glasses. seemed that the fuckboy persona was on for the night. you bit back your questions and swirled your drink in your cup.
“you never give up, do you?” you mulled.
his head took a charming curve as he sipped his drink.
“not when I want something, no.” those blue eyes raked down your frame. tracing every curve. familiarising every inch.
he dared to lean closer. white lashes batting as his grin sets into a stunning smile.
“especially when that something is as a pretty as you.”
your heart fluttered. you shouldn't have talked to him. shouldn't have kept talking to him.
you're not sure how it happened. maybe finally accepting his flirts. maybe after months of touching yourself to the academic rivalry. this heated push and pull between the both of you.
you should have known better, but— you did it. you let satoshi take you to his dorm.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ has been around the block. his touch dripped with experience. he unclasped your bra with ease. barely missed a beat in kisses. large hands roaming your sweet body he's been dreaming about since the start of semester. not an inch of hesitance in his fingertips as he slipped under your dress and dragged your damp panties down. “such a pretty girl,” he crooned to your ear. how many girls had he said that to? how many did he mean it?
he's been after you for months. chasing, wanting— yearning. satoshi never yearned. he got everything he ever wanted in life.
maybe that's why he loved having to work for you. for your smooth body on his bed, opened up and so soaked for him. maybe that's why he actually took his time. mouthing on your skin. burying his face in your cunt.
he only ever ate women out as a way to get them ready. courtesy, if anything. but now? fuck, he's never actually feasted on a girl. with his hands, calloused from endless hours on his bike, dragging your thighs over. trapping you. mouth messily moving on your slit. slurping, sucking, shaking his head and nudging his nose into your clit.
he fucked you on his tongue. made you cum on it more than any girl ever has. and as you gripped his hair and whined for him? not some prissy comment or attitude? he almost came in his pants.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ couldn't even care less if you didn't suck him off. he didn't even want you to. he needed to be inside of you. needed to hold you down and fuck you into his sheets. make the girl who was so unattainable finally his.
the second he was buried to the hilt inside your welcoming pussy— he couldn't breathe. you were hot, tight, suffocating him with your dripping slick and clenching cunt. he's had many girls in this position before. but no one looked up at him with those eyes. no one sounded this sweet. made him lose his fucking mind.
satoshi wasn't gentle. he couldn't be. the second his tip smooched your cervix, his hands clamped on your waist as his hips started snapping. hard, controlled. an experienced rhythm that stuffed all his inches deep into your gooey heat and meshed your clit with his pelvis.
“fuuckk, babydoll,” he groaned from the back of his throat. hunching over you. one hand gripped your hip while the other slipped around to cup the back of your head.
he was losing himself. losing his fucking mind. the bed creaked. headboard tapped. but your pretty moans were all he was focused on. your sweet whimpers and little whines as he alternated rhythms. rolled his hips. went from grinding to humping to thrusting, until your toes curled and your back lurched off of the bed.
pretty nails down his back. teary doll eyes on him as your slick dripped down his balls and splattered all over his thighs with each firm thrust.
your lips parted. eyes glossed. he saw it. cradled your head close and slipped a thumb to your clit. he knew what it meant. saw his name on your tongue.
a groan built on his. thrusts surging into wet, rushed slaps pounding against your ass.
“say it for me baby. c'mon, say my name.”
“s-sat— sato—. . .” your eyes fluttered. head thrown back. loud and needy, your moan broke into the air.
“satoru!”
and broke satoshi's mind.
you didn't know any better. they're both reffered to as “gojo” in class and you've only heard one other person refer to one of them as “satoru”. you thought that was his name. thought they were one person.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ frozen. stiffened mid thrust as the last syllables stung his ear. satoru. satoru. his twin brother? did you really just fucking call for his twin while he's balls deep inside of you. making your cunt cream and cry for him. making you— wait.
didn't satoru say you were rude to him for no reason at all?
satoshi's mind worked fast. piecing the puzzle and timeline together. you confused satoru for him back then. he didn't know whether to be amused or angry.
amused because, how in the hell did you think they were the same person?
angry because, he's the one who's been working his ass off for you attention— and it's his brother's name that you call instead?
either way, he grinned. halfway a threat and a taunt. “oh?” he crooned, bucking his hips hard into yours so that his fully seathed cock dragged on all of your sweet spots.
he leaned over you. white hair dusting over icy blues. your jaw trapped in his strong hand.
“you want toru baby? want me to go get him for you?”
your confused look almost had him cackling. before he slammed! into you again. hands bundling your thighs. grin turned sharp. he yanked you down to choke your cunt on his cock and jerked forward. pounding you into the mattress and snapping the headboard into the wall as your moans pitched into cries.
“sato—!”
he gripped your jaw tight. shoved two fingers on your tongue before you said his name again and made satoshi fuck you until you were a limp cumdump.
“satoshi.” he corrected with a pointed sneer. his rabid pace not once letting up. frustration pulsed into every vein of his ramming cock.
“satoshi. satoshi.” he grit, punctuating each repeat of his name with a rough thrust.
“satoshi's the one fucking you. not satoru. satoru's my fuckin' twin. I'm the one fucking this pretty cunt stupid. I'm the one you should be calling for.”
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ didn't give you time to process the fact that you'd thought he and his brother were one person. egged on from the frustration of wanting someone more than he's ever wanted anyone— only to have them moan out his twin's name— spurred his mind feral.
he pounded you into his sheets. pummeling your poor pussy until you squirted all over him. again, and again, and again— until you were saying his name. whining his name. sobbing his name.
he's not sure how many rounds he fucked you through. three? four? he pushed and pulled you into whatever position he could think of. threw your legs over his shoulders and fucked you until your eyes crossed. shoved you onto your stomach and pounded against your ass until your drool stained his pillow.
he couldn't care about finally having you anymore. if you wanted to act dumb— he'd fuck you stupid. fuck his silly girl who couldn't tell the obvious difference between him and his brother who actively despises him.
he made sure it was his name you knew. made sure you knew it was him inside of you. his cock making you cum. his hands holding you through it. and for extra measure? he sucked his name in hickeys on your collarbone.
TOSHI in blushing bruises.
he made sure to cum inside. creampie you nice and full until it was dripping. then snatched your panties and wiped the mess clean with them. he stashed them away for later.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ stirred the next morning to you shuffling out of his arms. he tried to pull you in, kiss your head, but you were up and frantic. he cracked an eye open, watching as you shuffled out of bed and searched for your clothes. you looked almost panicked. he couldn't help but grin at the sight of your nude body prancing around his room, littered in all the marks he'd given you.
he propped his head onto one of his hands, brow arched and grin audacious. “something wrong, babydoll?”
oh, there's that glare he loved. only now you looked utterly embarrassed. flushed face and glossy eyes as you clumsily pulled on your clothes.
“shut up.” you mumbled, but made the mistake of looking in the mirror. you saw it. hickies spelling out his name. the night crashed back into you.
right. you thought the twins were one fucking person.
satoshi could only grin. tilting his head and pouting. as if he felt sorry for you.
“awww baby, embarrassed? 's okay. it was cute.” he sat up, raking his eyes that grew progressively darker down your wrecked frame.
“just a reminder. that it wasn't toru fucking that sweet cunt. toshi bruised those pretty thighs up, kay?”
he snickered as you tossed a pillow at him. still called you babydoll as you called him creep.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ texted his brother the same day.
“the fuck did you dip to? could have told me.”
he nearly broke his phone at the reply.
“sorry. your little rival was all over me. had to take care of her.”
satoru stared at his phone. telling himself it was fine. that he shouldn't be mad. he didn't feel a fucking thing for you— why should he care?
maybe because satoshi always got the girls.
maybe because he hated him.
he shoved his phone into his pocket. got up and went to class. you weren't looking at him. guilt riddled in your stare that remained forward.
fucking. great. of course you were just like every other girl on this campus.
he was in a mood all day. avoided his brother like he always did and kept to himself. all he wanted was to get to his dorm, kick off his shoes, study, maybe read some manga, play on his switch.
so imagine his surprise when he found a crumpled pair of cum-filled panties strewn over his bed and heard the familiar engine rev from outside his window?
it didn't take a genius to know whose those were.
his hands trembled. glasses fogged and slipped down his nose. red swarmed his vision.
satoru didn't quite know how to throw a punch, but he's never wanted to break his brother's jaw more.
cw — smut : improper use of motorbike (?) : dry humping : wreckless driving (?) : improper gear : semi-public : satoru is dumb : math
The sound of your phone buzzing tore your attention away from the book in front of you. Immediately after picking up the sound of your boyfriend’s voice filled your ears.
“Hey sweets, wanna come for a ride?”
You sighed, pushing yourself out of your seat before answering.“Toru, babe, I have a midterm to study for. Remember?”
A loud groan could be heard through your speaker, slightly muffled as if he had pulled himself away from the phone.
“Yeah yeah, what’cha working on anyways?“
You hummed in response, phone sandwiched between your ear and shoulder as you reached to open a carton of juice. “Just some basic math, but somehow I can’t figure out why I’m dividing by pi and it’s got me in a slump.”
“Pies? Babe. Why are you calculating how much pie you should eat, eat all the pies you want.”
There was a beat of silence — stunned silence actually. “What — no, Toru. Pi.” You deadpanned on the other end of the line, waiting for your boyfriend to realise his mistake.
“Okay grammar police, eat all the pie you want. Happy?”
“No — oh never mind, be here in five I need to clear my head.”
Satoru arrived exactly five minutes later, his lanky frame leaned against his pale blue Harley. He shook his ivory hair as he removed his helmet, white strands sticking up in all directions.
“There she is, my stressed girl.” He extended an arm out for you, pulling you into a hug and placing a soft kiss to your hairline. “Hm, I don’t know if I like that nickname.”
He chucked before placing the helmet carefully onto your head, making sure to push the visor up so that you could meet his striking blue eyes. “Hop on, we can stop that that little cafe you like.”
“It might be closed now, it’s late, why don’t we just go for a drive down the backroads?” Satoru hummed in agreement, “alrighty then, unsafe night drive it is!”
He snorted when you smacked his chest before gently helping you onto the back of his bike and climbing on himself.
The drive started calm, you ranted about the plethora of struggles that came with being a full time college student with a job, how your classmates probably couldn’t colour inside the lines, how some people at your job seemed as if they were born yesterday, and the ridiculous amount of work assigned to each student.
Satoru listened to your grumbles and stresses, occasionally glancing back to flash a cheeky grin at your scrunched up face.
Eventually, you reached the backroads. The bike jumped and wobbled along the bumpy road, your hands tightened around your boyfriend’s shoulders as you were bounced up and down on the bike.
Each lurch of the vehicle sent a tingle up your spine, the engine hummed between your legs, pushing right up against you as you tried to keep yourself seated.
Your nails dug into his leather jacket, the material cold against your hands. Your legs tightened instinctively around the sides of the bike as it continued to stagger along the unkept road.
Just as you began to slip into a haze Satoru spoke up, “You okay back there sweets?” You squeaked out a breathy ‘yes!’ In response. The vibrations travelled right to your core, cunt beginning to soak through your underwear from the sensation.
The motorbike pulled off to the side of the road, a very worried Satoru spinning around to face you now. “You sure, babe? You sound winded.”
Your gaze met his, pulse speeding as the engine continued its vibrations beneath you. You let out an involuntary moan when Satoru’s hand came to brush your quivering thigh.
The two of you locked eyes, silence washing over both of you.
“I see, my girl has been so pent up that my bike gets her all hot and bothered, hm?” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head while doing so.
You tried to muster up an excuse but all your thoughts came crashing down when Satoru pulled you down harder by your waist. A soft whine escaped you, “S-satoru stop, we’re on the road.”
His face twisted into a cruel smirk, bright eyes darkening. “You just reminded me, we’re supposed to be on a drive, aren’t we?” Satoru spun himself around once more and revved the engine causing you to slump forward into his back.
“Let’s see how relaxed you can get.” The bike started to move again, bumping and shaking along the uneven road.
You whined into his shoulder, “Satoru! Stop it.” You attempted to buried your face into the leather while wearing his helmet, trying to hide your shame as you got off to the vibrations of a motorbike!
“Come on now, I took you out so you could unwind. Enjoy yourself.” He laughed into the wind, speeding up to allow you ample pleasure. “Oh my god.”
Your body jerked and jumped along with the bike, clit rubbing against the seat with every jolt. Every movement sent sparks up your body, face becoming hotter by the second. His laugh flowed into the air, every soft moan that escaped you was countered with a sly comment.
“Have I really not been fucking you good enough?”
“Who’s better, me or the bike?”
“Poor girl, both you and my bike.”
You groaned in response to each one, mind too blank to quip back a reply. The vibrations had you teetering on the edge, your body twitched with need as you clung into Satoru for dear life.
“Toru, baby please. Need you so bad.” Your words came out in a breathless whisper, barely heard over the rushing wind. He snickered in response, nonetheless Satoru pulled over once more before kicking out the side stand and turning back to you.
“Come here baby, let Toru help you out.” His cocky tone had you mumbling half-assed insults back at him, yet you still climbed onto his lap, legs hiked over his own with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
Satoru’s hands enclosed on your waist, pushing you down to meet his hips. You whimpered as you felt his dick through his jeans, straining against the fabric. A soft moan escaped him at the contact, his own hips bucking up to meet yours.
The cold air bit your cheeks through the window of the helmet, his nose was tinted the prettiest pink. The two of you rut against each other desperately, trying to ignore the fact that someone might drive past any second.
Your soft moans mingled with his pants, your nails dug into the back of his neck leaving angry red crescents in their wake. There was a dark glint in his eyes, one that told you he was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Come on, babe. Cum for me, on the bike like a dirty girl.”
Every push of his hips had his dick bumping against your sensitive clit. You had undoubtedly soaked through your underwear by now. Your legs shook as you fell limp into his arms, clothed cunt spasming around nothing as your peak approached.
His hand reached under your top, large hand pawing at your chest through your bra. “Shit — look at you. So desperate for me.” You let out a muffled moan into his helmet, biting on your lip to try and ground yourself.
Your breathing stuttered when he pulled you down particularly hard against his crotch, your clit catching just right on the seam of his jeans. “Ah fuck — Satoru, right there.”
He let out a breathless huff, a coy smirk plastered on his face as he continued to pull you down to meet his shallow thrusts. You threw your head back, the dimly street lamps being the only things illuminating your figures.
“Oh shit, I’m close.” Your words came out in a whine, hands scrambling to pull Satoru even closer than he already was. “Yeah? That’s hot, babe. Cumming while we sit on my bike.”
You rolled your eyes in response, face scrunching in pleasure as you finally felt your orgasm wrack through you. You fell forward into his chest, breathing laboured as you gasped for air.
Satoru snickered, pulling the helmet off of your head before speaking. “Guess you were stressed, you came so easily, soaked through my jeans too!”
“Oh shut up!”
“I will if you let me fuck you while driving, I mean I didn’t even cum yet.”
Bikerjo is your partner for your baking elective : a drabble
wc: 1.1k
⚠️: Suggestive, Fluff, cursing, f!reader, modern college au
Fanart by aransmind on X
Baking cookies with your hallway crush, Satoru Gojo, wasn’t on your 2026 bucket list. As soon as you saw your names beside each other on the sign up sheet, you were shocked to say the least.
You signed up for this elective hoping to gain a new friend, who hopefully knew what they were doing. Now, an opportunity has been dropped by the heavens!
At first, you didn’t really believe that he wrote his name beside yours. He probably just tried to find an empty space next to a somewhat familiar name, no?
Right, he probably just recognized your name from your shared class last semester.
You don’t even know why you have had a crush on him. Maybe he was just cool with his compression shirts, big bike, and physique… he was totally just an ovulation crush.
-
“Hey, can I have your number?” You were soon snapped out of your thoughts as he appeared in front of you.
You nervously scrambled to find the words in your head. “Me—? My number? Number?” You spoke, completely making a fool of yourself.
He chuckled, soft and gentle. “Yes, you. Y/N, right? You’re my partner for baking.”
Your face was probably red by now. “Oh—oh! Right! I—uh can just tap my phone onto yours.” You shyly suggested.
“Sure!” He replied as he took out his phone to tap gently against your own. Satoru’s smile grew more genuine as he saw your cute case—it matched you so well. He gave you a smile that held too much but told too little.
“Satoru Gojo, by the way.” He held his hand out for you to shake.
You shook his hand with a soft smile on your tinted face. “Y/N L/N, nice to meet you, Gojo.”
“Satoru,” he corrected.
“Oh, really?” You smile sweetly. “Okay, Satoru!” You say happily and Satoru chuckles. God, you were too cute for your own good.
—
That night, he sent you a message:
“hey, it’s satoru. don’t worry abt the ingredients. I got it. js don’t be late, ‘kay?”
Obviously, you were ecstatic, but you didn’t want to seem like a stuck up brat so you replied:
“oh um… r u sure? I can bring some ingredients too, yk!”
“yeah, I’m sure. js don’t be late.”
“oki! see u next week :p”
You hoped he didn’t think you were a dork. Emoticons are cute, right?
-
That same night, he messaged his best friend, Suguru Geto, who was more popular with girls.
“hey, what does this mean?”
Satoru asks as he sends Suguru a screenshot of your conversation with him.
“what does what mean?”
Suguru asked, confused.
“what does ‘:p’ mean? does she like me orrrr..?”
As if already hearing Suguru’s sigh, he messaged right after.
“she probably thinks I’m a loser..”
“I haven’t even typed anything yet”
“yeah, but she’s so different, suguru”
“so? ever heard of ‘opposites attract’?”
“that doesn’t apply every time”
“just talk to her, satoru. she’s worth your time and yk it.”
Satoru sighed as he stared at his friend’s message. He knows you’re worth it, but god… did it have to be this hard? He’s in college for fuck’s sake! All this crushing and asking your best friend for advice feels so high school.
—
The next week arrived, and he was half excitedly, half nervously waiting for you by the door of the food laboratory.
He was all smiles and cool confidence until you showed up in your pretty little outfit. Little did he know you dolled up extra cutely just for him!
“G’morning, Satoru!” You greet sweetly, excited to say his name.
He blushed a bit, which didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Good morning…” he says as if he were uninterested. You hoped that wasn’t the case.
In his left hand was a tote bag full of ingredients—performative as hell if you ask me. The two of you walked into the classroom, Satoru kindly holding the door open for you.
“Did you bring your apron?” You asked with a smile.
“Apron?” Fuck, he was too caught up on getting the ingredients.
You giggle softly at his response as the two of you make your way to your work station. “It’s okay, I brought an extra one.” You say as you pulled out another pink apron, similar to the one you laid out for yourself.
“Sorry, I only have pink aprons…” you mumble, a bit more shy since he hasn’t acknowledged your offer yet.
Soon, a soft smile crept up against Satoru’s perfect face. His eyes wandered towards the pretty pink apron you held out to him. “You’re perfect, thank you.”
You’re?!
Just as fast as it came, the gentle air of nonchalance left Satoru. “IT’S!” He facepalmed. “Sorry…” he sighed.
You just smiled, but inside, you were about to COMBUST!
You wanted him so bad.
-
As the class was instructed, you made sure to stay attentive to not make a fool of yourself in front of Satoru.
“First mix in the dry ingredients, then add the wet ingredients in one by one.” The professor’s gentle voice filled each corner of the room.
Your arms got tired really easily, so Satoru went up behind you. Honestly, he doesn’t know what he was thinking. Fuck, was he going to get reported for this shit??
“Let me help.” He whispers softly. You’ve dreamt about this before… a wet dream that went a little bit too far.
“Okay…” you mumble as his hand wrapped around yours. He stirred the batter, forming into a dough, with you.
Your breath hitched as his chest pressed against your back. “Satoru…” you murmur.
“Yeah?” He said with that fresh smile on his lips as if he isn’t biting your heart with his pretty teeth right now.
“You’re so close…” you whisper, afraid that he’d pull away. You don’t even know why you said it. Maybe you were too scared—too insecure.
“Sorry…” he stepped back a bit then to the side. “I was just um—” Fuck, was he going to confess?!? “I was just trying to shoot my shot, sorry…”
“Shoot your shot?” You question.
“Yeah,” he looks away as blush creeps up his face and settles onto his ears. “Isn’t it obvious? I thought it was…”
You laugh. Not cute. Not subtle. An obnoxious laugh that you hoped was endearing enough to get him to stay. “I thought you didn’t even know me!”
Satoru laughs with you. He literally thought you hated him! Especially when you “glared” while he got on his bike. OR when you’d get quiet every time he’d brush past your shoulder.
Fuck, this 6 foot something, fierce, biker was rendered into a laughing mess by a girl who he previously thought was way out of his league, not knowing she felt the same.
⤿ 🎧 going batshit crazy after seeing you in a wedding dress, but he's not the groom.
It had been very sunny Sunday afternoon where nothing could go no wrong. Satoru is eating a sugary strawberry ice cream topped off with chocolate chips. It's so yummy that he wants to grab another one. Yup, he's gonna get one either way.
He couldn't help but miss you terribly. You were dressing frantically in the morning when he's still asleep and cranky. You just missed your alarm, so you'veto make it everyone'sproblem. Of course, thanks to a snowy haired puppy that couldn't survive without you sleeping beside him. After whining loudly, begging you to stay with him on the bed had no vain. It's Sunday morning, for god sake. He only gets you all to himself is the weekend, but now you've given that right to your friend. How dare you— ice cream suddenly feels so bitter. Satoru is ever the most dramatic boyfriend, decides to flood your DMs with emojis, pictures of his biceps to having intentions of distract you that almost did worked on you — thank god he didn't send nudes— Pity...um nvm
He can't believe you didn't even reply to him, the absolute audacity. He sheathed under his breath and licked the ice cream clean off from the scone. Pouting dramatically and missing you for 9 hours straight is sure pure hell for him.
His phone suddenly tinged, fumbling with his hands to open his screen — while wiping his hands on his trousers. He finally opened the screen, hoping to see your replies, but he met with an Instagram notification; curiously, he opened it and almost dropped the phone and his very heart that began beat at unnatural speed.
It was you.
In a wedding dress.
A WEDDING DRESS.
you looked like an angel, snow-white silky material flowing down to your ankles. Hair adorned with pearls and flowers in a simple, elegant way. Smiling softly to the camera.
Satoru momentarily forgot how to breathe. You stole his breath and his poor heart that he worn on his sleeve for you from the very first day he met you.
" Nah, nah, HELL NO. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON!! OVER MY DEAD BODY. I'M GONNA KILL THAT FUCKING SON A BITCH.I —
Screaming like a manic satoru leapt away from the very bench he was lounging happily with his ice-cream. And it was a kids' park, unfortunately. After hearing his screaming, a child that was holding his ice cream dropped it while trying to take a step away from the crazed running man. The child was flabbergasted. Immature adults he mumbled while rolling his eyes.
Satoru was fighting for his life while fumbling with his keys. It's like he can't get anything right at the moment.
How dare you, marring someone else like you, didn't wake up beside him in the morning, all snuggled up against him. He's sure gonna commit a murder before even reaching your location.
His hands were shaking violently while he tracked your location down. He's not exactly obsessive, possessive, or protective type. Satoru Gojo is simply worse than that. He's crazy about you in a way that normal people would certainly find his devotion to you concerning and unhealthy. Fortunately to the lot of people, you were indeed at your friends house as you told him in the morning. God knows what happens if you were at a different location.
" VERY ONE IS GOING DOWN. ISTG "
Cursing loudly, he yanked the helmet on hastily. Tears welled up in his eyes. He just can't let you marry another man. What did he even do wrong— that you went on your merry way to marry another man?! inside his helmet, his breath immediately started fogging up his visor.
Satoru couldn't help but take his frustration on his bike and the speed that he goes on — squeezing the handlebars so hard that his knuckles turn white inside his leather gloves, aggressively wrenching the throttle open until his wrist hurts and leaving scratches on his milky skin.
Ignoring every speed limit, going batshit crazy as time continues slips through his hands. When satoru finally made it to your friends house, he didn't even care about the bike that he protected like a baby. Parking it carelessly through a side walk and yanking off his helmet while sprinting to the house in front of him.
Breathing so loudly that his lungs began to wheeze to get enough air to keep him without fainting. Satoru punched the poor door hard that it kept rattling like it's about to fall off by any minute now.
The door burst opened by a very angry woman who was your friend. He didn't bother with any greetings nor waited for any welcome. Eyes frantically searching for your figure, but there's no sight of you in the living room that only set him off. The soft baby blue eyes are now nowhere to be seen. Blood shot eyes stared back at the woman now in front of him. He couldn't even get to open his mouth. The woman immediately called your name and yelled that your hunk of a boyfriend was here.
Smart move. He thought.
Then he heard feet running on the floor boards from 2nd floor, and you appeared on the top of the stairs nearly out of breath. Clutching the flowy garments that continued to slip through your fingers, and you did such a poor job of holding the silky-smooth garment you're wearing.
Despite all the millions of emotions that churning and boiling inside of him, Satoru couldn't help but get hypnotized by your beauty. He can imagine this very moment but in different circumstances, his bride. You'll only be his— no matter what timeline or universe. He will make sure you will always be his. He would not have it another way.
" Toru? What's going on. Why are you galloping like a horse??! Did you run a marathon to get here or something? "
You bombarded with him questions while sizing up his figure. Chest heaving up and down. He looked so out of breath with bloodshot eyes topped with bird nest of soft snowy hair that sticking out everywhere —he looked like he had just survived a zombie apocalypse.
" BABY!! "
Satoru's all tuff act went down on drain after nothing, but tears and snot came out instead of his voice. He wiped his tears harshly with his both of sleeves like a baby that dropped his ice cream by an accident. Chocked breath and unintelligent muttering filled the dead silence of the house. Two stunned figures, that in utter disbelief, watched a — 6'3 giant hunk of a man who dressed in a sharp lether jacket and gloves, having a full-blown melt down.
Your mouth was open, flapping like a fish while hands flying uselessly here and there because you absolutely have no fucking idea what the fuck is going right now. Your boyfriend is crying in front of you like, he just found out he's pregnant, and the baby daddy ran away before even he could deliver the news.
" Toru...what happened?? Did your bike, um idk die? DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE PREGNANT!! WAIT, THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE. THIS IS NOT THE OMEGA VERSE. I'M NOT PREGNANT EITHER —
Your friend decided that you and your boyfriend both indeed are a match made in crack. You were still blabbering about the possibility of a male pregnancy.
The whole house is mad.
" I.. I'm not pregnant. But i wish i was. Wait, i shouldn't have said that. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!. You big meanie. How could you marry someone else!!! AM I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MARRIED TO ME!!! HE'S THE OTHER MAN!! "
What in the corpse bride or groom going on. You still have no fucking idea. Then your bird brain finally took on your outfit and then looked at your crestfallen utterly devastated look on your overly dramatic boyfriend.
" Did you even look at my messages or only the pictures that I sent you? "
Satoru momentarily stopped his wailing for a good minute. What messages are you talking about. He thought while trying to wipe away his snot. Satoru fished for his phone while constantly glancing at your figure, which is still frozen a few feet away from him.
He quickly took another glance at you because he had to make sure you wouldn't run off with god knows who the groom is. He actually didn't care whose it was, but he decided that this would be his last day that he got to see the daylight.
You looked at your boyfriend's eyes and darted through the phone screen at an alarming speed and had the audacity to pout while looking at you.
" So what does it say?! TORU DID YOU REALLY THINK I LEFT HOME IN THE MORNING TO GET MARRIED. NOT YOU EITHER BUT ANOTHER MAN??? THAT'S THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER!! "
You just couldn't contain your laughter anymore, made whale, and dolphin sounds while cackling loudly.
" BOOOOOO!!!!!!! YOU LOSER!! "
Satoru looked at you while you were having the time of your life while cackling like a witch that finally found her last ingredient to destroy the kingdom.
Your friend sighed heavily while single mom who worked two jobs and left the scene before any explicit footage shows up.
Tears started to fall off by all the laughter you had because of his dramatic ass. Satoru grabbed your waist tightly and put you on his shoulder like you, weight nothing. You choked on your own breath while trying to grab his neck to stop straining your neck.
" TORUUU!! PUT ME DOWN YOU BULLDOZER!! "
" WE'RE GOING HOME. RIGHT NOW."
" NO, WE'RE NOT."
" YES. WE ARE."
" I'VE TO TAKE OFF THIS DRESS. WE DIDN'T EVEN WRAP UP THE PHOTO SHOOT. "
Satoru stopped dead in his track after your breasts were firmly planted on his face, and he couldn't see anything or breath properly. Not that he's complaining. He would gladly die like a warrior while suffocating by your breasts.
He whined in pain when you suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled them to grab his attention from your breasts.
" I will pay for this dress."
" THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKSSSS!!!! "
You held his face with both of your hands while Satoru adjusted your body, pressing to his middle, and you quickly hooked your legs around his waist.
A sudden urge came to you when his puppy dog soft blue eyes peered under his snowy eyelashes glistening with unshed tears— It was so adorable that you started to kiss his eyes, cheeks, forehead, eyelashes, corner of his lips, near his ears and literally everywhere that you could take on your lips. The kisses were loud and frantic. Satoru couldn't even hide absolute delight that bubble up in his heart even if he tried to. Tiny giggles and soft laughs continued to escape through his lips that you bite his pinkish lips out of temptation.
Innocent kisses started to become more intimate as minutes started to part by your kisses were leaving wet smooches on his face. Kisses began to linger longer than you planned to. Your kisses fell on his face rather aggressively. You were having cuteness aggression on him.
" SOO CUTE...SO FREAKING CUTE. WANT TO SHRINK YOU AND CARRY YOU IN MY POCKET."
you mumbled under your breath while still kissing him menacingly. Satoru's booming laughter filled the Sunday afternoon while you cling on him like a koala.
There's no place in this planet you could rather be than here. With you— in his arms is only thing mattered to him.
" Let's get married, Princess "
" hmm...like now? LIKE THIS? "
" Right now. Yes. "
Bewildered by the bomb, he just dropped over you— pretend to think so hard before answering him. This made him nervous and unconscious all of sudden. Noticing this, you thought to play with him a bit. You always gave this man a heart attack anyway you can.
" Hm, I'm not sure about my parents."
" Well, I've no choice then. Kidnapping you is the only way. Hold on tight, my princess. I'm gonna kidnap you now."
" Never in my life. I thought I would see someone who kidnapped so politely! "
Satoru laughed under his breath. He sure is gonna lock you up forever. Legally, of course.
“oh golly it’s a cow! I ain’t know you was bring’in one home, I wouldn’t have bought milk!”
build the cow a full stable in the backyard by the next day and bought it shoes so it’s feet wouldn’t get hurt on any rocks
he goes out every other week to milk the cow
named it Geto and spends way too long with it
when you told him he had a problem and that you regret bringing the cow home he gets almost weirdly defensive and cups his hands over it’s ears.
“Ay! Don’t say that! He can hear you y’know…”
FRATjo
screamed (he’s scared of cows)
stood on the counter holding a steak as defense while pointing at it accusingly.
insists that he hates it but then his friends told him it was totally dope that he had a cow so he started bringing the cow to frat parties with him and even gets it a matching bandanna
sometimes you find him cuddling with the cow but if you ask him about it he’ll just say you were drunk and hallucinating
One time the cow walked in on the two of you making out and he started freaking out as if the cow was a child
“GETO— NO ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”
NERDjo
“oh!”
he was surprised at first when he walked into the kitchen and saw a cow standing there, with you looking extremely proud.
He wasn’t angry at you for it, he never could be, though this was pretty close.
“Are you sure you know how to take care of a cow? Cow’s need a lot care”
When he saw how sad you looked at the idea of getting rid of the cow he did extensive research on how to take care of a cow and bought a bunch of stuff—way too much stuff.
He was a bit shy at first around the cow, awkward even. But eventually the animal ended up growing on him and he would talk to it.
“Please stop looking at me..”
🐮
“okay…”
BIKERjo
After a long day of filming thirst traps on his motercycle he comes home to see a cow on the couch with you.
He lets out a soft sigh before smirking dramatically and shaking his head.
“Oh kitten whiskers, you’re a bad bad girl but you don’t want to see my bad side”
The cow lunged at him and beat his ass
GOJO
Who had just returned from a long business trip and came back to your shared mansion to see…a cow?
The creator stood right beside you as you greeted him, hugging him innocently and playing dumb before introducing him to the new member of the family.
Gojo was in love.
He had no idea how to take care of a cow, and he doesn’t learn, but he treats that cow like it’s his child.
He caries the cow around the house like a baby, hand feeds it, had a nursery made for it with a bunch of toys.
His students are beyond annoyed by him constantly rambling about the cow and showing them pictures.
“AND THEN SHE GOT ME A COW UGH I LOVE MY WIFE”
“Inumaki please tell him to shut up”
“salmon”
“Look at this picture of my cow or I’m sending you to fight a special grade!”
art credits :
@xiaoshy_otp on twitter (nerdjo + fratjo)
@AlmondTofu_boy on twitter (neighborjo)
@aliyartss on twitter (bikerjo)
i couldn't find the artist for roommatejo i'm so sorry! (╥﹏╥)
moodboard pictures from pinterest<3
you can use my moodboards if you want! just credit me and the artists ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )
