- Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader - Satori Gojo x Fem!Reader (Fratjo)
• Smut
• MAIN-MASTER-LIST
• Art Credit - mochikuyo on tik tok
Warnings: Smut - piv, cunnilingus, fingering, munch and giver and needy Fratjo/Satori. Kind of asshole Eren, smoking, drinking, swearing, fighting, injury, mentioned vomiting, kind of love triangle
Synopsis: You go to Kaisen Tech as a cheerleader to cheer on your college’s football team – the Titans from Marley college. You’re on a friends with benefits agreement with Eren, but what happens when you toss in your old childhood friend Satori Gojo, twin brother to your best friend Satoru Gojo. It’s all fun and games, light laughter and booze at the frat party, but what about the actual game?
A/N: This was intended to be series, but I lowkey cba with doing all the links so here is 10k words HAPPY BIRTHDAY. First time posting smut/writing it properly kinda nervous. LMK what you think guys because I don't know if I'm actually any good at it.
10 years ago...
You stood there, the small pink teddy in your hands as you stared up at the twins. Your eyes brimmed with unblinking tears as you stared at their sour faces – Mr Gojo shaking your father’s hand behind them and Mrs Gojo and your mother giving each other a hug, faces pressed into each other's shoulders. You held out your hand to Satori first a small smile on your face, but he turned away and crossed his arms and sniffled. Satoru rolled his eyes and shouldered his brother out of the way and took your hand, tugging you into a gentle hug. You peered over his shoulder to look at Satori then, his eyes boring into yours before he looked away with a roll of his eyes – you stuck your tongue out at him.
“Y/n, come on!” Your dad called with a beep of the car horn. Satoru let you go with a weak smile, and you pulled the pink bear closer to your chest. The car horn sounded once, twice.
“Bye,” you whispered and harshly rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hand. You walked past the twins, bumping your arm with Satori’s softly, on the way past. And as you pulled the car door open you paused for a second and stared at your whole life packed in those too-small-bags and wondered for a second if you should turn around: you didn’t. You took your seat behind your mum and buckled your seatbelt then smoothed your thumb over the fluffy pink ears.
“You said your goodbyes?” your dad asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror as he adjusted it. You bobbed your head short and sharp, eyes never leaving the bear.
Your mother reached around and rubbed at your knee cooing at you quietly. The small frown on her face made your eyes well up with tears once again. “Oh honey, it’s okay, I know you don’t want to leave, but nana needs us right now,” you looked up and blinked away the tears, “and I got Yuki’s phone number so you can call the twins.” You sniffled and picked at a thread on the bear.
Your father gave a few playful beeps of the car horn and pulled out of the driveway as you wordlessly said goodbye to your home, your room the twins who you had met when just babies.
You didn’t look out the window.
...and faces slowly turned into blurring tree lines as you drove down familiar streets and to the unknown.
The coach was loud as you picked at your nails – the chattering was breaking through the music that played from your headphones. You typed on your phone, not looking up as you took a strawberry sweet from the packet that Sasha had brought for you. Annie was quiet beside you as she stared out of the window. She was the cheerleading coach's daughter and an excellent gymnast; she helped you perfect a back handspring when you first joined. Sasha sat behind you with Hitch most likely talking animatedly to one another about some gossip. Mikasa sat in front with Historia talking to the teams on site doctor – Hange – from what you could see from between the gaps of the seats. You had joined the cheerleading team a couple of months after starting your first year at Marley College.
You initially hadn’t intended to join till Sasha pushed you too after literal minutes of meeting you when she had come to your joint accommodation with Mikasa, but you’re glad you had joined. You’d always thought that cheerleaders were shallow that had nothing going for them other than a pretty face, yet they were anything but. If Sasha hadn’t pushed you to join you would’ve probably ended up sat eating lunch hiding in your room. You sighed softly through your nose and placed another strawberry sweet in your mouth leaving your lips sticky.
Your phone began to buzz.
You startled and quickly answered the call making sure to turn your volume down some. “Hey,” the voice said and you smiled.
“Hey.”
“When do you get here?” he said.
You leaned over to Annie, “do you know how long we have left?” you asked quietly. The blonde girl shrugged not bothering to turn away from the window. “Soon,” you said as you leant back into your seat.
“Okay. You still coming tonight, right?...you promised.”
You laughed faintly, “Yes, as if I’d pass meeting little Satoru’s boyfriend.”
“I’m not little,” he sniped playfully and you laughed.
“Every day I wonder how you bagged such a pretty man Satoru, honestly, it’s a miracle,” you ribbed.
“He’s not my boyfriend -”
“- ah yes, sorry, fuck buddy,” you said and chewed on another strawberry sweet as Satoru gave an exasperated sigh. “I’m excited to see you though.”
“Me too, it’s been too long.”
“Ten years.”
“Ten years,” he breathed and paused for minute. You turned to look out the window before quickly turning away as you caught Annie’s eyes in the reflection, “Text me when you get here and I will kill you if you don’t come tonight. I only agreed to go to my stupid brother’s party because you said you’d go,” he explained and you could practically see him waving his hand around as he spoke.
“Yes, yes,” you sighed rolling your eyes. “Tell papa Gojo thanks for setting us up, must be nice having the dean as your daddy,” you licked as the stickiness on your lips, “nepo baby,” you coughed.
“Whatever, see you soon shithead.”
“Love you Satoru,” you sang.
“Love you too I guess,” he muttered back and you ended the call. Jumping slightly, you turned to look behind you as you felt a tap on your shoulder. You smiled at Sasha’s pouting of faux hurt and removed your headphones, sliding them into your bag.
“Was that Satoru?” she whined and you chuckled nodding your head. “I wanted to talk to him,” she said as she held out her hand. Jokingly, you mirrored her pout and passed her the half full bag of sweets.
“You’ll see him tonight,” Annie said as she turned away from the window to joining the conversation.
“I know,” Sasha drawled as she crunched on a sweet. She hummed as she stared up before startling suddenly, her finger pointing at Annie, “Don’t tell me the Annie Leonhart is coming,” she gasped.
Annie scoffed then paused. She hesitated a moment before nodding. Sasha giggled and clapped her hands. “Annie’s coming?” Mikasa asked from where she craned her head to look over the seat.
“Seems like it,” you said, smiling as you nudged her teasingly. Mikasa’s brows raising in surprise.
“Is this about Armin?” Historia said with a knowing smile from where she’d turned in her seat to join the conversation. Your eyes slid to peer at Annie, widening slightly at the faint pinkness on her pale cheeks. Historia hmphed in triumph, raising her head.
I smiled gently and Historia grinned back at me. “How’s Ymir Historia?” Annie asked, her head tilting and her voice layered with an eerie interest. Historia’s grin fell as her face grew red – Annie's lips quirked up. We laughed as the two glared at each other.
“I wouldn’t laugh Y/n.” You spun around at the sound of your name. Hitch smirked, “Eren all but cocked his leg and pissed on you like some fire hydrant,” you scrunched your nose as Sasha choked on her strawberry sweet. Hitch waved her hand, “claiming his territory or whatever,” she teased and raised her eyebrow in question.
You glared at her.
“How are you and Eren?” Mikasa asked softly/
“There is no ‘me and Eren’,” you quoted.
“Tell him that,” Sasha grunted and looked down with a smile.
You raised your hand, swivelling your head to look at everyone, “OK -”
“- Armin said you guys were pretty loud last night,” Annie chimed. Your mouth remained agape as your mind raced for some sort of reply while the blush climbed up your neck. Hitch gave a sound as though content in her ‘win’.
“I’m going to give that little blonde perv an earful when we get off this coach,” you muttered.
“Sounds like you already did,” Mikasa said slyly.
“You know what I meant,” you hissed ducking your head to hide the winning blush on your face.
The six of you cluttered around the room, the almost drowned out sound of ‘I love It’ played among to the hairdryer and chatter. “Jeans, skirt,” you paused swapping the coat hanger with jeans to the last option, “or dress?” you asked Hitch. She stared back at you through the mirror as she curled her hair, brow quirked in contemplation. “Skirt with the jersey” she said. Picking up the dress you pressed it to your towel clad body and stared at yourself.
“I hate this skirt,” you murmured.
“So, wear the dress.”
“But what if I bloat,” you cried.
“So, wear the jeans,” she sighed and picked a chunk of hair from the section she was curling currently. You picked the jeans up staring at them for a moment.
“But the button digs into me sometimes and what if I need to pee and I’m really drunk so I can’t undo them,” you said staring at the pair of baggy jeans. The girl rolled her eyes.
Hitch opened her mouth ready to speak. “Just wear the dress,” Annie said as she came to stand beside you in the mirror. You turned to look at her, your jaw going slack for a moment. The jeans she wore were baggy and the large-sequined-halter top she wore glittered under the fluorescent lights. She had small gold hoops in to match the gold top she wore, and her hair was pulled into a half up – half down bun style. And was she wearing makeup? You don’t think you’ve ever seen her wear makeup before.
“Are you wearing blush?” Hitch asked with a bemused smile, “and eyeshadow?”
“Shut up,” the blonde said as she turned to the side and continued to stare at herself in the mirror. Her lips shone with gloss, and you could see the faint lip liner she used.
Annie turned to look at you and raised a brow. You swallowed only now realising your mouth had been open the whole time. “Well?” she said raising her arms by her sides. Your small smile grew mischievous as you looked her over again.
“Kiss me,” you said trying to put as much seriousness into it as possible and leant in. She laughed and pushed your face away with the palm of her hand.
“Dress,” she quipped, finger waggling between you and the garment.
Gently, your fingers curled into the dark fabric. Quickly, you made your way to the bathroom and shut the door. Staring back at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth careful not to get toothpaste on your makeup then slid into the dress once you’d rinsed your mouth. You tied the bow at the back of your neck to keep the dress up and readjusted it, making sure the slightly ruffled skirt sat right.
You grabbed the clear gloss on the countertop and dabbed some on your lips, smoothing it out. The door clicked open and you turned around to look at Mikasa in her outfit. “Is everyone wearing jeans?” you moaned. She smiled and grabbed the gloss on the side and squeezed some onto her finger before applying while you perched on the lip of the bath. You slid your boots on.
“Nah, Sasha is wearing shorts, Hitch is wearing a dress, same as Historia,” she said as she wiped at some misplaced gloss and rubbed her lips together. Her shoes came into view as you slid on your last boot and zipped up the side. “Ready?” she asked offering her hand and you nodded in response, hand slipping into hers.
The walk to the frat house wasn’t too long under the long-turned dark sky, faint stars winking as you all walked in pairs, excitement bubbling. Muffled music sounded from the short distance and your steps hurried to the warmth.
You walked up the pathway to the door, “Satoru!” you called, waving your hand as you broke away from the group to greet your childhood friend with a giggle. He laughed as he hugged you gently, you pulled away and patted his cheek smiling up at him. He was tall, and lean, but you could see the muscle of his arm, glasses slipping down the slope of his nose, and you wondered for a second what Satori looks like now. Whether they still look the same or if Satori hadn’t grown into his long limbs like Satoru had, though you suppose the younger twin would be broader and packed with muscle – he did play football after all.
The man beside him cleared his throat and we fully pulled away. I smiled at the long dark-haired man. “Geto. Suguru, I’ve heard a lot about you Y/n,” he said with a kind smile offering his hand. You took his hand and shook it; his grip was firm but light and his dermal glinted in the light as he tilted his head. You let go of his hand and turned to look at Satoru.
You pointed at Geto, “He’s prettier in person,” you harshly whispered. Satoru bristled slightly with embarrassment as Geto laughed and wrapped an arm around the white-haired man’s waist. “Are you in the same frat as Satori?” you asked Suguru with a soft laugh.
“Unfortunately,” Satoru grumbled and scuffed his shoe on the ground. “These your friends?” he asked and nodded to behind you.
“Oh right!” you jumped and moved to the side to begin introducing your friends. You pointed, “This is Mikasa,” she gave a short wave, “Annie,” the girl nodded cooly and stuffed her hands in her pockets, “Historia -”
“- Hello,” she said smiling brightly,
“Hitch,” the girl waved and gave a small ‘hey’ as she stared at her phone, “and Sasha.”
“Hey,” the girl cheered.
“Y/n I think your dog is waiting inside for you,” Hitch laughed. She held up her phone for the group to look at. The text was a simple ‘where are you guys?’. You fished for your phone in your bag and unlocked it to read the flurry of ‘where are you?’ and ‘are you still coming?” texts. “Let’s go in before he pops a blood vessel,” she smirked and made her way to the door.
You walked beside Satoru, ‘dog?’ he mouthed wordlessly to you, and you rolled your eyes waving him off with a smile. Hitch pushed the large door open and the heat rolled out, licking at your skin. The music already reverberatting and bouncing off of every part of you as you stepped inside allowing the gaggle of people to swallow you whole. You pushed your way through the crowd, hand clasped in Satoru’s as you weaved between people.
You startled as a hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into them. “Where have you been?” Eren asked, voice soft against the crook of your neck. Your turned around, letting go of Satoru’s hand.
You giggled and brushed your lips against the shell of his ear as you said, “I was getting ready, you’re so impatient.” You tucked yourself into his side and turned to the two men you walked in with.
“Friends of yours?” Eren asked and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Satoru and Geto,” you said pointing at the respective name holders.
“Satoru Gojo, right? I’m playing against your brother in two days, I think he’s in the kitchen somewhere,” he said, nodding his head back slightly. Satoru quirked his brow and mouthed, ‘dog?’ again as Eren’s mouth pressed to my cheek again. I smiled trying not to laugh.
“You’re playing Geto too, right?” You said to no one in particular – Suguru nodded. Eren ran his hands down your sides then pulled away and pointed behind him. Softly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the makeshift bar in the kitchen. It was less rammed here, but it was not empty. Leaning against the countertop you watched as Eren poured you four a shot of vodka and handed them out.
“To playing fair,” Eren smirked and raised the shot cup.
“To playing fair,” Geto mirrored and raised his to clink against Erene’s then tossed the shot back. You all followed suit, wincing as the flavour. “Do any of you want a drink?” Geto coughed, placing the empty shot cup on the side. Satoru nodded.
“Beer is fine,” you said and Eren nodded along. We watched as Geto grabbed four cans before passing the out. Eren jumped up on the side and pulled you to stand between his legs, taking the can out your hand and opened it for you, then his. You took a sip, happy to get the foul taste of the shot wiped from your tongue.
“Haven’t seen you properly yet,” he said, beer glistening on his lips as he smiled. Slowly he took your hand and spun you round. Eren whistled. His brow furrowed as he took you in, the eyebrow piercing becoming clear as it ducks from beneath where his hair fell out of the bun.
“Where’s the rest of your team?” you shouted over the music.
“I don’t know, last time I saw Jean and Connie they were with some guys that were covered in tattoos and Reiner and that lot I haven't seen since we got here,” he paused, “Been waiting for you,” he tilted his head and smiled. You swallowed thickly. You turned to look for Satoru, but he was busy whispering something in Geto’s ear.
“Shots?” You said and nodded your head to the side. Eren hummed and reached to grab the half empty vodka.
❀❀❀
You felt as though your skin was vibrating. A sticky-honey like warmth has been spreading through your body after the third beer and God knows how many shots. You pressed your body further into Eren’s as you rolled your bodies in time to the beat. “Spin,” he whispered, voice slightly husky from singing with you for a couple of songs and a slurring that became oddly attractive an hour ago.
How long have you been here for? You wondered.
You spun around. Eren’s thumb pressed between your bottom lip and chin. “Open,” he said as he leaned in close and pressed a kiss to your lips then pulled away, staring at you for a moment. Slowly, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. Eren lifter the bottle of tequila he’d found quarter full on the side and tipped it. The liquid was cool in your mouth and burned as you swallowed. Licking, your lips you watched attentively as Eren gulped down the last of the alcohol and you dragged the soft pad of your finger down his throat till it reached his chest, and you pressed your hand flat against t-shirt protected skin and splayed your fingers, feeling for the familiar thump of his heartbeat behind his rib cage.
As you stared at his face you wondered if he still had angry red scratch marks down his back, the hickies on his chest, the bite mark on his shoulder. You wonder if his teammates ever see them, if they say anything. His fingers squeezed your waist. “Eren!” someone shouted over the song you’d just been dancing to. “Eren!” the voice grew louder, less muffled and blocked. Jean and Connie flanked by two other guys came into view. “Hey-”
“Y/n,’ Connie and Jean said at the same time, and you waved at them both, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Jean gave you a side hug and you laughed as you fist bumped Connie. “Eren, Y/n this is Sukuna and Choso,” Jean said pointing at either man. You waved at them. They were both sporting face tattoos and from the cut of larger man’s shirt – Sukuna – you could see more tattoos peeking out. “Me and Conna want to go play beer pong you in, these guys don’t want to play so we came to ask,” Jean said and Eren nodded eagerly taking a healthy swig from the bottle.
“Your woman?” ‘Sukuna’ asked Eren. Eren shook his head and jutted out his bottom lip. If you were back home in Marley he would’ve probably said yes, but you both agreed not to be exclusive were too young, but Mikasa thinks Eren caught feelings, but you said you both like to fuck around too much. Still Eren does get possessive sometimes, but that’s how you like him. He passed you the bottle and you had the last mouthful. You watched as Jean slung his arms around his two teammates as they walked away and were enveloped in the gaggle of people.
Awkwardly, you and the two men stood there for a moment. You looked at them, Sukuna was tall and clearly has many tattoos, his hair was pinkish brown which makes you think that it may have been dyed red at one point, what you didn’t expect was the tongue piercing that you got a little look at as he ran the bar over his lip. Choso was also tall though shorter than Sukuna and had a striking face tattoo that was a simple black strip over his nose reaching the length of about up to the middle of his pupil. You admired him for a minute his hair was pulled into bunches, and his clothes were well put together layers. “You smoke?”
“Huh,” you said, suddenly snapped out of your observations – that probably looked more like creepy staring from their point of view.
“You smoke?” he repeated a little louder this time and pulled a joint that sat tucked behind his ear.
“Yea. I man yes,” you said finding yourself nervous under his piercing gaze.
“That’s my cue,” Sukuna shrugged, patting Choso on the back – the shorter male rocking forward with the motion. “Bye pretty, hope to see you soon,” he said tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“He doesn’t smoke for weeks leading up to a game,” Choso sighed. “Come,” he said and pulled you with him to go outside.
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You shivered slightly, body missing the warmth as you sat shoulder to shoulder on the doorstep, skin glowing orange as Choso flicked his lighter to life and you leaned forward, joint thinly dangling from between your lips as he lit the end. Deeply, you inhaled and let the smoke constrict your chest then blew it out in a big swirling tinted cloud. You passed the joint to Choso. You watched him. Inhale...Exhale. You swallowed taking the joint from his fingers and licked your lips. Eyes sliding to look at the side of his face you inhaled and relished in the way it burnt your throat and left your mouth feeling dry as you exhaled. Choso was for lack of a better word beautiful, you thought as you passed the joint back.
Choso took a short drag, staring down at the joint as he turned it between his fingers he said through a mouth full of smoke, leaving his voice clipped and hoarse sounding, “You’re the twin’s friends yea?” Smoke drifted out of his nose. You nodded. “You know,” he started, he held out the joint for you to take – shaking your head he raised his eyebrows and went to put it back between his lips before pausing, “you’re lucky Sukuna didn’t put two and two together.”
“What do you mean?” You asked and tilted your head, turning fully to look at him now.
Choso dismissively waved his hand, “That you’re the Y/n that Satori has been talking about for the past week since Satoru told him you were coming to the party. If Sukuna had known you’d probably be in his room right now just to piss Satori off.” Your eyebrows flew up in surprise, Choso carried on, “Satori has a picture of you two back when you were kids framed in his room.” He dragged on the joint.
“Huh.” You’ve only kept in contact with Satoru, not for a lack of trying with Satori – he just ignored your texts until you finally stopped trying. “I’m going to go back in, drink some more before it wears off, you know,” you said already standing up. “You comin’?” Choso just raised the half-finished joint and you saw that as your cue to leave.
SATORI
He watched, squinting at the way you pressed your body to that guy. Eren Yeager, offence player – quarterback. So, what if he does research on the team he’s going to play? He needs to win. Satori looked toward the kitchen spotting his twin brother laughing at something Geto said. He looked down at the cup in his hand, the beer sloshed around as he swirled the last bit of his drink. Satori tossed it back with a gulp, wiping his mouth with his hand and made his way to the kitchen.
He slid between the huddles of people, clapping his teammates and housemates on the shoulder in a quick exchange. But his eyes remained on the two people dancing who were slowly disappearing in the throng of people. The kitchen lights were much brighter than the rest of the house, it made his head swim. Satori pretended to pick through the bottles of alcohol - “Satori.” He turned to look at his brother whose hair was messy and glasses missing. Satori looked at the two men for a moment, Satoru was definitely a few shots down from the way he shifted his weight and Geto stood there hand resting on his brother's hip, Satoru’s glasses hanging from the neckline of the jersey he wore and his eyes held something between haziness from alcohol and that lustful look people get.
Satori scrunched his nose, “Can’t you guys be gross somewhere else,” he said picking up a beer and unscrewed the cap taking a swig.
“Have you spoken to Y/n yet?” Satoru asked as he came to stand by his side filtering through the alcohol.
“Nope,” he hissed and took another swig from the bottle. Satoru hummed a little laugh escaping him. “What?” He said, placing his bottle on the side harder than he intended the beer frothing to the rim.
“Nothing it’s just,” his brother paused before sighing, “we both know why you haven’t responded to her for all these years.” Satoru turned to look at him and jutted his finger into his chest, “you’re still that same little kid that cried for two days after she left. The same teenager who used to wait and see if she liked his Instagram posts, poor little Satori,” he mocked with a pout and laugh. Satori smacked his hand away. His thumb wiped away the condensation that trickled down the side of his bottle, chewing on his cheek.
“Why is she dancing with him?” he spat.
“Huh,” Satoru said and looked toward the crowd. “Oh, you mean Eren,” he laughed, “I guess you could say they’re fuck buddies.” Satori’s back straightened and he looked toward where the two of them were, now covered with other dancing people that Satori doesn’t even recognise. Fuck buddies? He thought, his hand tightening against the neck of the bottle as he brought it to his mouth.
“Fuck buddies,” he sneered and let the cool liquid pour into his mouth.
“Huh, she’s leaving with Choso,” Geto said teasingly. Satori coughed and pressed his hand to his mouth.
“What?” he rasped. Eyes trained on her, he watched as you walked out the door with his housemate. “I didn’t know she was into that,” he muttered.
“Into what?” Geto asked a small smile on his lips.
“Into weed, does she smoke? Since when does she smoke?” he rushed and turned to look at the two stood beside him.
“I don’t know, though maybe you would if you had ever bothered to reply to her.” Satoru clicked his tongue rolling his eyes. “Come on Suguru let’s go upstairs,” he turned to look at Satori, “to your room, you know how much I like your bed Suguru,” Satoru said with a smile.
“You’re disgusting,” Satori cringed. Geto laughed and took his brother’s hand, ruffling his hair as they passed by him. “You’re both disgusting!” he called after them. He shook his head softly and drank more beer eyes stuck to the door that had closed behind you. He chugged his drink. The bottle clicked as he slammed it down and reached for one of the cups they’d bought earlier that day, pouring a healthy amount of some cheap shit Sukuna had bought for them. “Stingey bastard.” He gulped down the brown liquid and poured himself another. He gulped it down. Another. He gulped it down.
Again...
And again...
And again.
Satori hissed through his teeth, wincing at the burn in his stomach, the itchy tickle in his throat. The lights hurt his eyes. Yet they stay on the big white door and finally, finally you walk back through. His palms grew clammy and mouth dry while he watched you. Watched the way you laughed. The way your friend fixed the falling strap on your dress. At how you nodded at something she said and took the cup from the girl’s hand finishing it off then the other cup she pressed into your hands.
You looked away.
Looked at him.
Looked directly at him and tilted your head to the side with a smile waggling your fingers to wave at him. Fucking wave at him. His jaw clenched as he followed your body as your friend took your hand in hers and pulled you into the group dancing. Tongue pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes tracked the sway of your body as the two of you rolled to the beat together, bodies pressed to one another, laughing.
The song changed.
Pour. Toss back. Grab a bottle. Unscrew the cap. Swig. He watched you, eyes piercing. He sipped at the beer contemplating for just a moment. A belated breath. Heavily, he breathed out of nose. Another swig of beer and placed it on the side, fingers dragging across the sticky marble, bottle now disregarded – head held high, heart racing – he all but stuck out his chest in determination and walked over to you. Satori pushed past couples and ignored the people who called his name because all he cared about in that moment was the way you were now looking back him with that smile.
“Satori,” you said. You stopped dancing and your friend turned to look at you, pausing to look at him. “This is Sasha,” you said grinning.
He looked down to the brown-haired girl and grinned, “Satori,” he said, voice smooth. “I’m just going to steal your friend away for a second if you don’t mind?” he asked sweetly though his tongue pressed into his cheek. His eyes drifted between the silent exchange between you and ‘Sasha’. The brunette waved bye to you she walked away saying something about ‘Hitch’ and ‘Mikasa’ from what he could make out over the music. He nodded to her as she passed and she eyed him before melting into the party.
You turned fully to look at him. Eyes tracing your body, the way your hips curve and your tits are trying to escape your dress Satori thought you looked better in person than all those nights he spent looking at the pictures you post (particularly that one of you and your friends at the beach and you were wearing that little red bikini). “Satori,” you chimed. He blinked and met your eyes catching the way you smirked. You raised onto your toes, your lips ghosting his skin as you whispered, “wanna dance or are we going to stand here all night and pretend you’re not staring at my boobs?” He swallowed thickly nodding his head. “Good,” you breathed.
You lowered down and pulled his body flush against yours by the waistband of his shorts. He looked up at the ceiling, trying not to flush at the way you wrapped your hand around the nape of his neck. “Satori,” you sang. His eyes flicked down to you, to your lips – at the way the gloss shone and your eyes were bright, but hooded. “Dance with me.” You spun around, your back pressed to his and your ass to his crotch. Your hands were gentles when wrapped round his wrists as you placed his hands on your hips. Your body began to roll to the beat. His fingers pressed into the flesh of your hips. Your hand went back to the nape of his neck. His head fell forward and he breathed in. Your hair smelt like conditioner and hairspray, but most of all he could smell you, just you.
He rolled his body in time with yours.
Your hand squeezed and your nails scratched softly at his skin.
“I’m sorry I didn't reply to your texts,” he said. You stopped. His hips bumped into you and his hands squeezed tighter to keep your body from rocking forward.
“It’s okay,” you paused and turned to look at him eyes peering into his own, “but why?”
“You broke my heart,” he said. Quickly he bit his tongue and watched you for any sort of expression, rejection. But you just smiled. You smiled so softly. So sweetly. As though you were six again and patching his knee up after he’d scraped it when he fell, but neither of you were those little kids anymore.
And he held his breath as you opened your mouth and said, “I guess you broke mine a little too.” His heart pounded – he could hardly hear the music over the rush in his ears. You swayed your hips to the song. Picking right up where you had left off. “Let bygones be bygones, besides were not little kids anymore,” you drawled and he let you rake your eyes over him. You licked at your lips, “were definitely not little kids anymore.” Satori spun you back around and pulled you back flush against him, impossibly closer.
His hand travelled up your stomach, fingers splayed as the tips of them brushed just under your breast. He paused. You tipped your head back and it hit his chest – your eyes shut and a content smile rested on your pretty face that made your eyes crinkle, the red on your cheeks was faint from the heat and he could see on your chest where you’d spilt some of your drink. His hand moved up, finger tapping against your collar bone to the silent beat of your heart that tantalised with the song, and you lifted your head.
He leant down. Paused for a second. His lips brushed against the skin just behind your ear. He pressed a kiss there. Then further down. And down. And down. Till his lips sucked lightly (light enough not to leave a mark) on your collar bone – the one left unattended and well he couldn’t have that now, could he? You shifted. He stopped, head flying up and a flurry of apologies ready to tumble from his lips, but you turned around and looked at him. Your hand grabbed his jaw. You pulled him down. He closed his eyes.
Your lips pressed against his, your hand still having a tight hold on his jaw and Satori melted into it. He leaned away, eyes fluttering open and there you stood in all your glory. He leaned back down and kissed you, hard. Your mouth opened, his tongue slipping in and slid over yours. You sighed and he swallowed it greedily. He breathed, “Come on,” he whispered against your lips before pulling away, eyes watching yours, searching for rejection, his stomach churning some. Then, you nodded.
Quickly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. Weaving through the crowd, stumbling sum as he turned to look back you. You were staring at your joined hands. He squeezed and tugged you along. Stopping, he fumbled with the door handle of the bathroom, hand shaking with nerves. The door pushed open and he ushered you in, peeking his head out of the door before shutting it with a click of the lock.
He turned to face you. Chest rising and falling in a breathless chase for air. You reached for him. He was there, hand tangled in your hair and the other pressed against the small of your back as his lips crashed against yours. He couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his heart and both of your breathlessness desperation. You quietly whined and he scooped you up, blindly placing you on the vanity and you fell back. He chased your lips, hand reaching to press against the mirror as he opened his eyes to stare at you. Your hair was wild, lips swollen and smeared with pink from the gloss. He groaned and leant in to kiss you again. Wholly and fully. He licked into your mouth as your tongue glided under his.
Your hand pressed between his shoulder blades as he braced his hands on the countertop, knuckles turning white. He ducked down and kissed under your chin as your head fell back against the wall. Satori’s eyes closed as he trailed open mouth kisses down your neck. And down. And further until he could no longer reach any skin.
YOU
You observed him. Observed the way he looked at you, at the way he quietly watched to see if you’d back down. Your skin prickled at the sensation of his hands sliding under your knees as he pulled you forward, eyes still gazing into yours, so oddly swirled with lust, longing and kindness. He took a step back then leant forward to capture your lips with yours, his elbows pressing against the countertop where you were perched. He shuffled back some more, eyes boring into yours as he leant down, lips connecting with your inner thigh.
You sucked in a breath, your stomach tightening. He kissed down, leaving a tingling blaze in their wake. You blew out a shaky breath as his own ghosted over your underwear. “Please?” he whispered.
“What?” you said breathlessly as his hands moved to cup the back of your knees.
“Please. Please,” he said. He looked up from where he’d disappeared between your legs and your chest squeezed. His hair was a mess; his pupils were blown. Your lip gloss was smeared across his kiss-swollen lips. “Please,” he murmured and you nodded.
“Yes,” you breathed. And he made a noise at the back of his throat as his brows creased. Terribly slow he reached under the skirt of your dress and pulled your lace panties down till he had them grasped tightly in his hand. He sunk back between your thighs and pulled your legs up to rest on his shoulders.
His breath fanned across your pussy for a second then... His tongue dragged up your folds and swirled around the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. Teasingly, he pressed a kiss to the soft skin of your thigh, then to your clit. He sucked at you, his teeth lightly grazing it and you jolted at the sensation. He sucked harder and your head fell back once again, your hand threading through his white hair, nails scraping against his scalp. He moaned against you, and you sighed at the vibration. Your eyes downcast to watch him as he messily ate at you, to watch the way his fingers flexed and dimpled into the plushness of your thighs.
Satori pulled away from you for a beat, eyes peering at you over the bunched skirt of your dress. You reached to him and dusted your thumb over his cheekbone smiling as he leant into the touch and closed his eyes. He dipped his tongue back into you, lapping at your folds as your hole clenched around nothing. Hand pressed to your mouth your chest felt heavy as you gasped for breath as his tongue experimentally pushed into you. He licked a fat stripe up to your clit once again and he pressed a kiss. He sucked on your clit, softly then harder, harder until your hand no longer muffled your cries.
He pressed his tongue flat against you. “Satori,” you breathed your chest constricting till you felt as though you could no longer breathe. He hummed in acknowledgment, the muscle in your leg twitching and tightening. He licked at you possessively. It was like he couldn't get enough, he pushed into you, nose pressing against your clit as he continued to lap at you. “Satori,” you gasped as you felt yourself release on his face, that familiar yet not so familiar coil tighten then spring loose. Your eyes clenched shut as you rocked against his face, body twitching and writhing as he didn’t let up.
“Satori,” you whispered. You fisted his hair tugging his head up. You breathed heavily as you ogled him, his face shone with your arousal and release. His head lolled to the right as he licked his lips. You shakily moved your legs off his shoulders, eyes never leaving him as he stood to his full height and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Slowly, he held out his hand opening it, letting your panties hang off one of his slender fingers. You flushed and grabbed them, your hands trembling as you put them back on, the fabric feeling odd on your soaked and sensitive pussy.
You slid off the vanity, pulling your dress back down. His thumb swiped at the corner of his mouth, and he smiled devilishly at you. Mouth opening and closing you tried to find the words, but the piercing ring of your phone broke the silence you’d both curated. You bag buzzed with the vibration of your annoyingly bad timing ring tone, and you searched for it. ‘Sasha < 3’.
You sighed, and answered, “Hello?”
“Finally! I need your help; I can’t find Hitch and Mikasa and -” You grimaced and pulled your phone away from your ear at the sound of someone retching, “- Annie is currently throwing up,” Sasha rushed.
“How much did she drink?” You asked and looked at yourself in the mirror smoothing out your hair and wiping the lip gloss from around your mouth.
“I don’t know, but it must have been a lot. I’ve been holding her hair back for what feels like an hour now. I mean she doesn’t even drink! -”
“-It’s okay Annie-,” came Historia’s voice quietly over the line.
“- I found her in here, some girl walked past me and was like ‘I think your friend is like seriously drunk, she’s passed out in there,’” Sasha mimicked. “Y/n can you round up Hitch and Mikasa so we can leave?” she pleaded. You sighed, your chest feeling heavy with guilt for leaving your friends.
“Yea. Yes okay, I’ll be right there once I get the other two and I’ll text you when were outside waiting for you guys.”
“Okay,” she said with relief in her voice.
“Okay, see you soon.” You tossed you phone back into your bag and slung it over your shoulder.
“Everything alright?” Satori said, smoothing out your hair.
“Yes,” you paused and chewed on the inside of your cheek, “No, I need to find my friends.” You looked up at him, and it dawned on you that you never gave anything in return. “Shit, I could, I mean, if you want,”you stumbled.
He laughed, “Nah, I’m all good.” He looked away from you and scratched at the back of his head.
“Okay.” You pulled his face to yours and kissed him gently. “Bye,” you murmured against his mouth and let his chin go turning to leave. The lock clicked and you halted wondering if you should turn around or not.
You opened the door and left.
It was the night before the game – you'd spent the better half of yesterday sleeping off a mean hangover. But tonight, you were kissing Eren. You always fucked before a game; he called you his good luck charm. You chuckled as he dragged a finger over your ribs, his hand trailing up to paw at you, kneading the soft flesh of your boob, his other hand between your thighs as his fingers fucked you open. He pressed his lips to yours and you moaned softly into his mouth.
He removed his fingers from you, your mouth going dry as he stuck them in his mouth. He kissed you again. And again. And again. Until you were out of breath. He leant over you, the key he wore around his neck dragging across your chest as he grabbed a condom. Your fingers twirling your hair as you watched him roll it on and firmly pumped his hand down his shaft, once, twice. “On your stomach,” he said.
You rolled over, eyes fluttering closed as he pushed into you with a sighing grunt. He rocked into you gently, his hand pressing you further into the mattress. He quickened his pace and with his other hand he threaded his fingers with yours. The sound of his hips hitting the supple skin of your ass accompanied by the sound of your pussy was lewd and left you mewling, digging your face into the pillow.
Eren, gingerly traced a pattern on your back. He moved your hair to the side, planting a kiss at the top of your spine. His movement stopped and you whined muffled by the fabric of the pillow as he wrapped his arm around your chest pulling you up. His thighs and arm supporting you as he began to fuck into you again faster than before, the drag of his cock delicious against your walls. His name tumbling from you parted lips in a flurry like water from a waterfall. He breathed your named back against the shell of your ear and sucked and licked and kissed and nipped at the skin he could reach making your walls tighten around him. He moaned as your pussy tried to suck him in deeper.
“Relax else I’m not going to be able to move. I’m not going anywhere pretty,” he whispered.
“M’kay,” you muttered back through a gasp as he bucked his hips into you. His hand let go of yours and grabbed your jaw – you turned your head and his mouth met yours, your tongues sliding along one another as you both swallowed each other's moans. He pulled away, forehead pressing to yours, eyes closed. Your mouth was agape as you breathed, choking on a whimper, his hand pressed down on the bulge as he bullied his cock into you. You pressed a kiss to corner of his mouth. Your walls fluttered as you came around his cock and he made a guttural sound as he felt your release.
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, his jerking thrusts into you not stopping as he chased his own release desperately. He hummed and his head fell forwards, mouth pressing to your shoulder, your skin was hot and pushed your fingers through his hair as his hips stuttered. His movement becoming sloppy and you felt him twitch as he came, his hand moving to your hip to tug you flush down onto him.
His hand patted your ass, and you sat up on your thighs letting him pull out, leaving you feeling empty and your hole constricting at the foreign emptiness. You twisted and fell on your back, trying to catch your breath. Eren fell beside you, leaning over smattering kisses on the side of your face and you laughed trying to push his head away. You rested your head on his chest letting his dull nails scratch at your head soothingly while you listened to his thundering heart. “So,” he started and swallowed trying to catch his own breath, “did you fuck anyone at the party?”
“Maybe,” you hummed.
“Oh?” he smiled and pinched your nose.
You smacked his hand away, “Kind of?”
“Kind of?” He asked and turned on his said, resting his hand on his fist – you mirrored his pose.
“Did you?”
“Maybe,” he drawled with amusement.
“Oh?” you retorted copying his earlier sentiment.
“Kind of?” he teased. He feigned hurt, “Was he better than me?” You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead. He laughed and planted a kiss to your hair. “Shower?” he said already getting off the bed.
“God yes,” you chimed. Eren smiled and grabbed your hand tugging you to him. His hands squeezed your cheeks, and he kissed your puckered lips sweetly before helping you off the bed. You giggled and tried to run as he swatted at your behind as you walked in front of him
When you woke up the girls were already eating breakfast in the kitchen. You rubbed at your eyes yawning as you walked in. “Good morning,” you greeted and began making yourself a large helping of cereal.
“Have fun last night?” Mikasa smirked.
“What?” You asked, spoon halfway to your mouth.
“Looks like a vampire attacked you,” Sasha laughed.
“For fuck’s sake. Hitch-” you started and smacked a hand over your neck.
“Yes, I’ll do it after my makeup,” the girl said not even looking up from her bowl.
“You’re all just mad that I’m getting some,” you said as you squinted and pointed at the laughing group. “Where’s Annie?” You said as you sat beside Mikasa who was peering at your neck. She laughed as you gave her the finger.
“She didn’t come home last night,” Historia laughed, “She went to go see Armin.” You smiled.
“Seems like you’re not the only one getting some,” Sasha coughed.
“Are you sure you weren’t attacked by a vampire,” Mikasa chortled as she prodded your neck.
“Oh, be quiet. It isn’t that bad,” you flushed and shoved a spoonful of cornflakes into your mouth.
❀❀❀
You always loved the atmosphere of game night, everyone excited and riled up, getting to watch the boys play and cheer with your team. It always left adrenaline running high though the crash isn’t great afterwards. Your team was winning currently so that just made the whole experience that much better. Eren was playing the best you’ve ever seen him.
You shook your pom poms as your team scored again. Your crowd cheered ‘Titans’ louder than you could hear yourself think. You continued to cheer spurring on the crowd, your back to the game. Your smile is bright, the team’s costumes are perfect, you’re all in synch, your hair is done and the makeup on your neck hasn’t been sweat off yet. Everything is going just how it's meant to...
“BOO!” the crowd roared. Your steps faltered and you stumbled into Historia who had stopped only she wasn’t looking at crowd, no, she was looking at the field. At the game. At the players. You lowered your arms and slowly turned around confused. “What the fuck?” you whispered as you looked at the field.
Two players were fighting, their teammates trying to wrestle them away from each other. Whistle were being blown. The crowd was screaming. Players were shouting. Coaches were storming onto the field. “It’s Eren and Satoru’s brother,” Historia whispered to you.
“What?” you asked incredulously. Your stupid pom poms fell from your hands, and you ran up to stand next to Mikasa who was stood near the line on the field. “What’s going on?” you urged.
She didn’t turn to look at you; she just stood staring. “I don’t know they just started fighting.” You frowned as you watched the two finally be pulled apart.
“What the fuck?” You said to yourself as the coaches scolded them in the distance. The two were slowly being escorted off the field, your heart sped up as they came closer. You and Mikasa both turned to watch as they exited the field. You scowled at both of them. Eren’s nose was bleeding, his helmet was off and hair wild, Satori’s eyes was already beginning to turn a grim red, and his hair was half grass. As they walked past neither of them looked up, they both stared at the grey concrete ground as they walked to their bench to be seen to by the onsite medic. “I think,” you swallowed. “I think I made a mistake.”
“What do you mean?” she questions, finally turning to face you.
“I hooked up with Satori the night of the party.”
“But I thought you and Eren were friends with benefits, outside of campus anyways,”
“We are. But I think that Satori probably didn’t know or he has feelings for me,” you sighed and looked towards the benches eyeing Eren the Satori “I mean I have a slight memory of him saying I broke his heart.”
“Oh, my fucking sanity,” he dragged her hand over her face, "Why are men like this? I told you women are better.”
“After you said they’re evil! And I like dick too much to become a lesbian,” you pouted.
20 MINUTES EARLIER – EREN
Eren ran back to the team. They cheered as they circled him patting me on the back, some on the helmet. He began walking back to his place, pausing as a smirk grew on his face. Satori Gojo, one of the best or so he’s been told. Nothing wrong with a little friendly fire, some light-hearted teasing right? He thought to himself. “Hey, Gojo!” he called out to the Kaisen player. The tall man didn’t even move he just stood staring into the crowd. Eren stood next to him. “I thought you were one of the best, but it turns out you’d rather people watch,” Eren said with a chuckle.
Gojo spun turned his head and eyes him, “I am one of the best,” he said, his brow scrunched and clear distaste on his tongue.
Eren adjusted his glove, “Well,” he drawled, “It doesn’t feel like I’m playing on of the best. This might as well be a rigged game. What’s got you staring off into the crowd so intently instead of playing anyways?” Eren watched as Gojo bristled slightly and he nodded. Chuckling he said, “Ah, or should I say who.” He followed the white-haired player’s line of eyesight to the cheerleaders. His team’s cheerleaders. Hischeerleader. “This is about Y/n?” he wondered aloud. Eren thought back on their post-sex conversation the other night, how you’d said you ‘kind of’ hooked up with someone.
And you chose this fool? He rolled his eyes. “So, you’re the one she hooked up with at the party,” Gojo turned towards him, shock clear on his face for a second before he schooled it back into a scowl, “Ohyeah, she mentioned it. After I fucked her,” he sneered.
“What?” Gojo all but growled.
“Don’t worry man. I get it she’s a good fuck. I mean that pussy is addictive,” he whistled as watched you cheer with your team in the distance.
“Don’t talk about her like that.”
“What? Man lighten up,” he batted him on the chest, “It’s just a joke and you’ve gotta admit she is one hell of a woman I mean the minute you get a taste you’re hooked. I can ask her tonight after I fuck her if she’ll give you a pity blow-” Eren was cut short. Suddenly, he was on the floor. He ripped off his helmet. “What the fuck? I was just joking you idiot!” He shouted getting to his feet, tossing his arms up.
Gojo tore off his helmet, dropping it to the ground, “I said don’t talk about her like that!” he snarled. “Have some fucking dignity. And let her have hers. You shouldn’t go around saying shit like that.”
“Well, she ain’t yours. Hell, she ain’t even fully mine, but at least she’s partially mine,” he mocked and pointed his finger in the other’s face, “I’m guessing that’s more than you ever had of her and will have,” Eren seethed.
Gojo flew forward, his fist raised until it was suddenly knocking Eren back, sending him stumbling. Eren surged forward, hastily removing the gloves from his hands and tossing them to the field. He lurched forward and punched Gojo in the jaw – the white-haired player followed suit and removed his own gloves and rolled his jaw – Eren cocked his head to the side and pressed his tongue into his cheek with his brows raised.
They both ran at each other. Their hands both fisted into each other’s jerseys as they fell and rolled on the grass. Eren straddled Gojo and slammed his fist down into the side of the man’s face. Gojo reached up grabbing a handful of Eren’s hair pulling him down, smacking his head against the hard dirt. He raised his on fist sending it flying into Eren’s nose – Gojo couldn’t hear the crunch, but he could imagine it as the blood began trickling, smearing across his knuckles and some sort of wickedly twisted anger and satisfaction curled in his gut.
Eren jerked his knee up with as much force as he could muster, kicking Gojo off him. Through a haziness of red and spinning green he clambered on top of the opposing team player and pressed his hand against his chest. “She isn’t yours!” he roared up at him and Eren leaned to the side and spat out some blood.
“No. But she isn’t your either,” he smiled, running his tongue across his teeth, tasting the metallic iron of blood in his mouth. Gojo sat up, smashing his head into Eren’s and quickly grabbing another fistful of hair. Eren pressed his hand against Gojo’s cheek and leant forward using his body weight as leverage, causing his head to turn at an old angle that’d definitely be sore in the morning. Gojo hissed in pain and Eren grit his teeth as Gojo pulled harder on his hair. He pressed his thumb against the underside of his jaw, and he watched the rise and fall of Gojo’s chest as he struggled for deep breaths through his nose.
“That’s enough!” someone called from behind him. Eren just stared down at the man beneath him, his eyes set and glaring – Gojo's defiant and restless. He stood up and snatched his helmet from the ground, but Gojo was there and he tackled him Eren’s chin smacked into the ground and his teeth clacked together. He listened as Gojo shouted to be let go as he was pulled off him and Eren stood to his feet. He whirled around making a beeline for the man, his hand with his helmet in its grip raised.
Arms wrapped under his shoulders and tugged him back. “I said that’s enough!” Reiner shouted and Eren protested thrashing and shouting at the man just mere metre in front of him.
“Eren!” somewhere Jean shouts his name, but before he could respond he spots his coach storming over to him. He dropped his head.
“What are you doing?” Coach Levi seethed. The small hot-headed man come to stand in front of him. “Not only have you embarrassed me and Mr Erwin, the dean of Marley college. But you’ve also embarrassed everyone who came all the way here to support you,” he paused and look him up and down before clicking his tongue. “You should be ashamed,” Levi spat. Eren nodded and peered around his coach, it seems like Gojo is getting the same treatment from Coach Yaga – he bites his tongue to hold back his smile.
Warily, Reiner lets go of him and patted him on the back. “Come on! We need to get you checked by Dr Hange,” Coach Levi said sourly already marching off the field. Eren followed, his head lowered and eyes pointed down, watching every step he took. He dreads having to walk past you, he knows he won’t be able to look you in the eye. When he does walk past you it seems Gojo had the same thought as him.
