Can you do a mean president fratjo x popular also mean sorority president reader enemies to lovers , & they dispose each other over a non issue like who throws the best parties also can it be smut
President Fratjo’s met his match and it’s you ! m.list
Fanart by paawny on X | smut / college drama / angst | 5.8k
⚠️: Plot w Porn, Possessive Satoru, Asshole Satoru, Angsty Smut, Soft to Rough, P in V, Love Bites, Suguru is the Childhood Bsf, Safe Word, Breaking the Bed, Mating Press, Reader uses Satoru to Cool Off, Cowgirl (kinda), Nude Polaroids, Reader Passes out after 3 Rounds, Toxic Satoru, Toxic Men Overall, Tit-sucking, Squirting, Manipulative Gojo, Pervert Gojo, consensual groping | DEAD DOVE
I LOVED everything about this! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE IDEAAA!!! 🥹🥹 I’m sad my college life isn’t like this 😭 but I don’t really drink, so… maybe that’s why. I made Satoru more flirty rather than outright mean since I didn’t want him to just be a bully! He’s still quite unlikeable though :p
“Gojo! Gojo! Gojo! Gojo!” The crowd chants as Satoru chugs his third bottle of beer on a dare.
He finishes with a victorious grin, one of his seniors patting his back. “‘Ya did good, kid!”
“You’ll definitely feel that one in the morning!” Another brother nudges him with a hearty laugh.
Satoru chuckles back as he’s pulled into a different corner of the room by two sorority girls. “Join us, Gojo!” They giggle.
He stood by the bunch, circled around the door to a broom closet.
Diiiing! “Seven minutes are up! Pack it up, lovebirds!” Someone yells, and the doors are immediately opened by another.
Gasps and snickers were heard from the crowd as the two continue to makeout, failing to notice that the door was already open. Everyone saw everything.
Upon noticing, they shamelessly make their way out of the party. No harm, no foul, right?
“Right! Next up!” The person announces, holding an empty beer bottle on the floor, then spinning it with precision.
You all watch as the bottle spins. Some girls silently praying to whatever god that it would point to them and Satoru.
However, fate had other plans. The bottle spins and spins, filling the tension and shallow agony in the room. Slowly, it comes to a stop, the sound of the glass on the floor quieting down.
“Satoru Gojo and…” the crowd turns to look at you. “Y/N from Alpha Kaisen!”
“Both new recruits? ‘Guess Jujutsu Phi and Alpha Kaisen always mix, no?” The host of the game jokes.
You fall onto Satoru, pushed by your sorority sisters to follow through with the game. You don’t let it get to you. It was just a game. Just a little lip action. So, you huff and stand back up, poise—confident.
“Sorry, uh—Gojo, is it?” You ask, entering the claustrophobic space.
You catch someone whispering to Satoru before he followed, seemed like one of his seniors. “Be good to her.” He says, barely audible.
You hear the announcer from the inside as they closed the only door. “Your seven minutes start, now!”
“Call me Satoru.” He says, finally answering your question from when you weren’t in the closet.
“Okay.” You deadpan as you notice his glassy blown eyes. He was drunk out of his mind.
The two of you smile at each other. You, curling a strand of your hair around your finger while he pushes his back.
He leans over, hovering and keeping a safe distance. “Do you wanna make out?” He whispers, giggly. Were all frat boys like this?
“‘You sure you can handle it?” You tease, leaning closer, almost rendering the space between you both, nonexistent.
Satoru chuckles, slowly coming down to peck at your lips—soft, innocent. He just wanted a taste for now.
He chuckles again. “You’re so sweet, angel…” he murmurs. You blush at the sweet pet name. But to him, it wasn’t just a pet name. He was too far gone that the light from the poor performing fluorescent bulb started looking like an aura radiating off you.
You kiss him back, placing both hands on his shoulders. Then, he pulls back and pouts.
“What’s wrong, Satoru?” Your eyebrows furrow. Fuck. You were so cute.
“Hah—nothing…” he smiles, but he puts his head on your shoulder, trying to nuzzle in and rest. You pull him into an embrace, feeling a surge of warmth through your chest.
Then, he retches. Bleh! All the alcohol he’s chugged making its way out of his system. “S—Sorry…”
You shriek, which prompts the game master to open the door. “What the hell?!” He says before revealing the mess to the whole party.
The seniors immediately came to your aid, someone wrapping you in Satoru’s discarded jacket with a little laugh. “I’m sorry, pretty. You have to admit, it is funny.” He says.
You turn red in embarrassment as be cleans your hands with a towel that was handed to him.
What’s worse was after he was cleaned up. You went over to check on him, but you only overheard a conversation between him and one of his brothers. The guy wasn’t a senior, he sounded about your age—another new recruit.
“She’s chopped as hell, man!” He rambled drunkenly. “Is that why you fucking threw up?” The small audience around them laughs.
“Nah, jus’ drank too much.” Satoru confirms.”I haven’t even apologized to her… that was so fucking embarrassing.”
His brother looks at him like he’s crazy. “You’re saying you’d go for her?”
“Well, I—” Satoru pauses. “She’s not—not…”
“I’ve heard enough.” His brother says and that’s where your heart broke. You were so foolish to think that you hit it off with the Satoru Gojo.
“Bro, you can get any girl you want! With the best body. Don’t settle for less.” His friend says.
He glances towards the corner as if sensing you were there, but at this moment, you had already left.
That was four years ago. Today, you and Satoru stood as the presidents of your respective houses. The amount of run-ins you’ve had with Satoru didn’t lessen from that moment. In fact, it only seemed to grow.
Ever since that day, you seethe every time he was near. It started with curated quips and quiet nonchalance. You wouldn’t bother to look at him when he tried to apologize or ask for his jacket back.
Things only became more complicated when you were both appointed as the new presidents. Jujutsu Phi and Alpha Kaisen and a long-standing alliance, and you weren’t about to break this because of a petty, one-sided feud.
Right. Satoru doesn’t even know what you overheard, but you weren’t too keen on explaining to a man what’s wrong or right.
Right now, both houses were raising funds for an ally charity founded by an alumna of Alpha Kaisen. Satoru decided on a car wash, which was unanimously agreed upon. However, you didn’t keep your disdain for it a secret.
He watches you pout as you now stood outside in a bikini top and flattering swim shorts, you weren’t about to risk flashing anyone with a bikini bottom.
“If you got ‘em, flaunt ‘em, right, angel?” He teased, poking the flesh of your clothed breast with his finger. You were used to it at this point.
You rolled your eyes, which prompted him to wrap his arms around you from behind. “C’mon, I bet you don’t get hit on a lot.”
“I get hit on, plenty. Thank you very much.” You huff, pushing him away. He was only in dark swim shorts, wet abs glistening under the sun while his sun glasses hid his baby blues.
You go back to the girls, helping the new recruits talk to guys. First to pull up by your station is a dark haired man with dark eyes and a tan complexion, Satoru’s complete opposite. He has a reputation, but he’s always nice to you in the classes you’ve had together, so you’ve never thought about it too deeply.
It bothered Satoru at times, but he made sure to not let his jealousy interfere—if he even acknowledged it.
“Hey, pretty.” He says, facing you and you only.
“‘Taro?” You smile sweetly, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek, dangerously close to his neck.
“Thought I’d stop by to see the pretty president of Alpha Kaisen.”
Your cheeks flush, and Satoru watched with closed fists.
“Don’t worry, ladies. I don’t need you to put on a show for me.” He says, now facing the other girls. Then, he steps out of the car with a cheeky smile. “But my friends might.”
He hands you the fee, and the girls start cleaning while you chat with your friend, Rintaro. He smirks, placing an arm around the curve between your back and your ass. “You’re so pretty, baby girl.”
“Thank you, ‘Taro…” You reply shyly.
Satoru suddenly appeared between the two of you, his hands flying to yours and Rintaro’s shoulder. “Angel, I didn’t know you had a vast type.”
“Vast type?” You repeated.
He hugs you both, clearly threatening for Rintaro while he tried to claim you.
“Yeah, vast type. Snowy hair,” he points to himself. “Dark hair,” he points to Rintaro.
“But I guess, if I was you, I’d take any guy, no?” Satoru mocks.
Again, you roll your eyes at his relentless attack. “No, loser. I can just pull anyone unlike your bimbo magnet ass.” You scoff.
“That’s not a nice way of speaking about other women.” He feigns sympathy.
You shoot him a glare, and he raises his hands, waving his white flag. “Okay, okay, ‘m sorry, bunny. Are ya gonna bite?” He teased further.
“I’ll bite your dick off.” You spat.
“I’d be kinda into that.”
Rintaro gives your bottoms a pat as his friends signal him to go back. “I gotta go, pretty. I’ll see you tonight, ‘kay?”
You nod in response. Satoru hated how Rintaro made you so shy.
That night, he whined to Suguru about your date. “We didn’t even make as much as the girls!” He said, head on Suguru’s thigh like a couple of total straight guys!
“Because the new recruits have no moxie. Y/N’s new girls are sweet and pretty. There new guys are… a work in progress.” Suguru answers while scrolling endlessly through his phone.
“Okay, yeah, fine. BUT THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT! My pretty girl is on a date with that fucking loser from her class.”
“Ohh, Rintaro? Yeah, chill guy, seems like her type.”
“Wow, how thankful.” Satoru deadpans.
“Look, there’s no way I can really help here. You make her life a living hell, Satoru. She’s literally said it before. And y’know what I think?”
“I think she overheard the way you and Naoya talked about her before.”
“I saw her leaving that night at the party.” Suguru says. “Tears in her eyes and everything, she came from the balcony, where you were. To be honest, I thought you made her cry, but you seemed so unbothered that I assumed it was about something else.”
“That was four years ago.”
“Still, you haven’t seem to have changed.”
“That’s her fucking fault.” Satoru scoffs.
“Right, blame everyone else but yourself.”
“No, but she never told me, so it’s clearly her fault.”
“She doesn’t have to teach you how to act, man.” Suguru tried to knock some sense into his childish friend.
“So what the hell do I do?”
Suguru sighs. “For everything! She puts up with you and cleans after your mess! Not to mention, you threw up on her MINUTES into meeting her!”
Satoru pouts, knowing his best friend was right.
The next day, Satoru pulled out all the stops. He bought a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of chocolates you’ve always wanted to try, and a teddy bear that may or may not have a secret camera/microphone in it. But it’s slightly okay! He’ll never show anyone, he promises.
He walks to the sorority house just around the block and knocks on the door—polite, charming.
One of the new recruits open the door. “Gojo?”
“You know who I’m looking for, pretty.” He replies.
You laugh, “I told you, you don’t have to call me miss.” You tell your sweet junior.
Then, you face the door, only to be met with Satoru holding a gigantic bouquet. “I’m sorry…”
He’s on his knees now, begging for your forgiveness. “I know I’ve been a shitty asshole. But fuck. I like you, I really do! So please give me a fucking chance because I can’t stand seeing you with him!”
You smile sweetly and crouch to his level to kiss his cheek. “You’re forgiven, but I’m not yours.”
Satoru keeps his head low, embarrassed. It was unreasonable to just ask you out. He knew it was a long shot, but he had to tell you.
For a few weeks, things were going wonderfully. Satoru was nice, yet you felt no real feelings towards him. Maybe your mind had already been jaded, and unfortunately, there was nothing Satoru could do.
He tried, he really did, but it seemed like it was you, who pushed his efforts away. You politely rejected his advanced. You didn’t want to accept them if he wasn’t the one you truly liked.
It didn’t come as a shock to him, when a month later, you posted Rintaro on your public story. He had officially lost because of his own stupidity. But like a typical man, quiet resentment brewed in the pits of his stomach.
Every time you’d ask for help, he’d shoot you with a, “Why don’t you go ask, Rintaro.” It annoyed you.
In no time, he was back to his original attitude—some might say worse than before. For months on end, he’d pester and peck at every little sliver of vulnerability you let seep through.
“So what? Now that I have a boyfriend you’re going to shut me out?!” You yell as he refused to reach a compromise on the next fundraiser.
“Yeah, enjoy your fuckass life with your serial cheater boyfriend.” He doesn’t even squeeze your cheek or pinch your nipple to kid. Satoru was dead serious.
“So your apology meant nothing?”
“No, because if it meant everything, you wouldn’t be acting like a child just because your ego’s hurt!” You yell. The entire fraternity could hear it and they all knew why it was happening.
“He’s going to fucking cheat on you like he did a million times before. The girls were prettier than you by the way.” He pokes your cheek, condescending not teasing.
“Curves for days, actual tits, and good pussies.” He spat. It was embarrassing to be picked apart in front of a room of people—what’s worse was that they were all men.
Immediately, Suguru interfered. He stood in front of you, glaring at Satoru. “That’s enough. Cool off, Satoru.”
Academics, extracurriculars, and the sorority—FUCK! Everything’s really crashing down on you. Thank god that happened the night before a semestral break. You locked yourself in your room for four straight days after the girls left. Only Rintaro and Suguru were there to make sure you still breathed. But by the third day, Rintaro was nowhere to be found.
Throughout the months Satoru tormented you, he got himself a girlfriend. Pretty, insatiable, and smart. She only had one flaw: being your elementary and high school bully.
It’s funny, really. You don’t even know how she got into this university. She tried to get into a few sororities during your first year, but she could never maintain her GPA.
She tried to apply the same old mean tactics during college, but your affiliation with the sorority and fraternity had made you untouchable. Her bitch ass didn’t want to deal with the consequences of harming you.
Three more days and the students will be back. Supposedly, there would be a party thrown at the frat house. As always, headed by Jujutsu Phi and Alpha Kaisen, but you were in no mood to cooperate with Satoru. It was at this point that Suguru started to do your job for you.
Usually, he wouldn’t meddle, but right now, you had no one. He chose not to go home and stayed with you, offering you a shoulder to cry on when your boyfriend wouldn’t.
He hums in acknowledgment.
“Maybe Satoru’s right…” you start. “He didn’t even want to take care of me.” You say, pertaining to your boyfriend.
Suguru sighs and holds you closer.
“The truth is, ‘Taro’s been acting weird. It started a few days before Satoru even said what he did.” You spoke, voice full of melancholic regret. “It’s like he always had to look back to see if someone’s watching, and he’s been… avoiding me.”
You frown as you shamefully tell Suguru the whole story.
“Even if Satoru is right, the way in which he told you is wrong, Y/N. You know that.” He pushed.
“I know.” You confirm. “But I fucking hate that he’s right.”
After that conversation, you picked yourself up with the help of Suguru. He’s been your friend since forever, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world!
The morning before the party came. You haven’t spoken to your boyfriend the whole week since he refused to pick up your calls or answer your texts. None of your friends know yet, you were too scared to tell. They all thought Rintaro was the pinnacle of gentlemanly acts. So, you shrugged it off every time someone asked about him.
“Hey, Y/N!” Shoko greets you with a big hug. You hug her back and smile sweetly, hoping the concealer and color corrector was enough to hide the big bags under your eyes.
“Didn’t you go home during break?”
“No, just stayed and studied.” You lie through your teeth. Although, it was half true!
Shoko laughs, thinking nothing of it. “You’re such a nerd, babe!”
She takes her bags to her room and unpacks as the house is once again filled with young ladies who are destined for great success.
You hear a knock on the door—strong, firm. It was Suguru. You greet him with a kiss on the cheek and a big smile.
“You seem happier.” He says.
“‘Something happen?” He asks.
You shake your head in response. “Just happy to see you.”
He chuckles, sounding a bit unsure, but why would he be? Maybe because his heart beats louder when you’re around and he’s afraid that you’d start to notice.
“Are you ready for tonight?”
“Mhm! I even baked, just like before! Wanna try?”
Suguru nods and follows after you. You were going to be the death of him.
Tonight, you were back at the frat house like four years ago. But now, you were a little more confident and put-together. “Yuki!” You call out suddenly because you spotted Satoru.
He looks your way and watches as you run to your friends.
Then, his girlfriend, Suzuka, runs up to him with a hickey on her neck she didn’t even bother to hide. It wasn’t from him, it never was. He never kissed her like that, it just felt too wrong.
His face was stern, he didn’t even pay attention to her tugging on his arm.
“Satoru… let’s go to your room, ‘m so hot…” she whines.
“Not in the mood.” He huffs and walks away.
She turns to where he was looking and spots you, laughing with your friends.
You usually weren’t a hard drinker, but tonight, you needed to forget and let loose.
“Woah! Woah! Slow down, girl!” Shoko laughs. “Are you tryna knock yourself into a coma?”
Your friends felt the weight of your response. Their eyebrows furrow in concern as they immediately try to cut you off.
“What’s wrong?” Yuki was the first to ask.
“Nothing’s wrong!” You hiccup with a smile, trying to take a swig from your solo cup. However, Shoko snatches it and dumps its contents into the nearest sink.
“You’re done for the night, baby girl.” She sighs as Yuki holds your arms back.
“You’re going to tell us what’s wrong.”
Finally, you frown and start rumbling drunkenly about your shitty week. “I don’t know what to do…” you mumble after.
“Well, telling us is a taking good step in the right direction.”
“Mhm, as well as letting Suguru help!”
You smile at your friends.
“Let’s get some fresh air, yeah?” Shoko suggests.
You nod and walk on over to the balcony.
Maybe the gods hate you, maybe heaven wants you back, or maybe hell is dragging you down. You don’t really fucking understand. But there, on the balcony, you saw Rintaro kissing Suzuka.
You saw red. Your fists ball up, pretty nails pressing onto your skin, almost drawing blood.
“What the fuck?!” You yell. His hand was on her ass, groping. She was moaning like a bitch and heat. The sound was like a fork scratching the plate. Satoru seriously slept with her?
“Rintaro!” You call out and he freezes.
He turns to you and his eyes widen. He pushes Suzuka back on the couch, sheepishly walking over to you. “Baby!” He says, trying to reach out, but you smack his hands away.
“What fucking bullshit of an excuse can you make up this time?!” Shoko and Yuki stare in shock as you raise your voice.
They notice the party inside stop. Everyone’s eyes were on you, again. This was most likely Satoru’s doing.
“C’mon, baby! That was nothinggg! We were just talking!” He tries to explain.
Without thinking, you hit him. Open palm with an echoing slap.
“We’re over. I don’t date cheating losers.”
He tries to follow you, but you punch him in the stomach. He falls to the ground in a fetal position.
Videos and photos were taken, but you didn’t care. All you noticed was Satoru watching behind the glass. His eyes were bloodshot, tired—maybe high.
You try leave, telling, no, ordering your friends not to follow you. “Just enjoy the fucking party, don’t follow me.”
Yuki grabs your wrists and asks you to stay with her eyes. She was afraid, but you couldn’t care less.
Her grip tightens before tutting and letting go. You walk away, without another word.
The crowd clears for you as you head towards the door. Satoru follows closely behind you, and no one stops him.
You knew he was following you, but you ignored him. For a moment, you could.
Then the rain begins to pour.
“Fuck!” You wail, tears streaming down your face.
Satoru doesn’t flinch. He just watches and waits for your lungs to tire themselves out.
Most people would start running back home in this situation, but you stop and sit on the pavement, knees to your chest. Satoru follows in suit, sitting beside you, so you could lean on him.
You had no longer had the energy to be angry, so you out your head on his shoulder. “I fucking hate you.” You whisper.
His arm wraps around you, pulling you closer. You sob and his heart breaks. “You’re gonna ruin your pretty face.” He says as if he were facing you.
“Then look at other women, isn’t that what you want?”
He was so fucking confusing, you hated it.
“My hobbies include holding crying pretty girls, actually.” He adds.
“Yeah, like you, Y/N, Alpha Kaisen’s President, Rintaro’s ex girlfriend. Y’know those girls!”
“You’re so stupid.” You laugh softly.
You hold your head up and look into his eyes. “Did you mean it?”
“But you need to say it. Although you were right.” You say bitterly.
His eyebrows furrow but he smiles. “Okay, Y/N, I didn’t mean it. Even if I was right, it was wrong of me to yell and insult you. My ego was bruised because joy didn’t want me, and I wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry.”
You slap him right after, not even a word of warning.
His head turns and he touches the now sore spot. It stings.
“I’m only slightly over it.” You say, turning to look ahead, back to ignoring him.
He laughs. “You’re psycho.”
“Fair enough.” He looks ahead and stays silent, waiting for you to speak.
“Do you still want me?” You ask, completely serious.
“Yeah, I want you.” He replies.
“Then why’d you date Suzuka?”
He shrugs. “She always just… initiated things. We weren’t really dating.”
“You sound like a guy, who’s desperately trying to deny having an ex.” You speak, unamused. “You didn’t sleep with anyone else while you were with her, why?”
“Because I’m loyal.” He deadpans.
“And yet you ‘weren’t really dating.’”
“Y’know, for a girl who says she hates me, you sure do know a lot about me and Suzuka.” He points out.
“Right, but I don’t like her. She’s just there, and we both know that she only wants my dick.”
You glare at him to which he chuckles. “Why are you even asking?”
A sigh escapes your lips as you look away. “‘m frustrated.” You mumble.
He pauses. “Then use me.” He speaks.
“What?” You look into his eyes, searching for a hint of mockery or sarcasm.
There was none to be found. “Use me.”
From the corner, unbeknownst to you, Suguru stills. Were you really going to sleep with Satoru? His back hits the wall as he wallows in his regret.
When he looks back, the two of you had already gone. He closes the umbrella, letting the rain hit his head. There was no reason to stay dry now that you’ve chosen.
That’s how you and Satoru ended up in your room. Soaking wet clothes were discarded on your floor. A towel was on top of your head as Satoru rubbed it to dry your hair.
You were sitting on top of his abdomen, bare pussy on his skin.
“‘m sorry, I’ve never done this…” you admit shyly.
“I know…” he whispers, drying you up. “Pillow princess.” He snickers.
Behind you, his cock already stood—tip flushed and angry.
Your eyes wander towards his body. You weren’t really surprised about how jacked he was, but you were surely surprised about how clean he is.
“Take a picture, it lasts longer.” He teases.
“I have a polaroid camera.” You double down.
He laughs. “Okay, I like how you think, pretty.”
You point at it on the shelf behind the headboard. He reaches for it, somehow without even looking back.
He smiles as you take the picture, his muscles flexing even if he was just holding your hips. You take the film out and shake it. A little laugh erupts from you as you notice how his perky nipples look on the photo.
“Hey, hey, no laughing! That’s not nice, angel.”
“But you look so pretty…”
He scoffs, “Are you drunk, baby girl?”
“Are ya gonna puke on me too?”
He laughs at your answer.
You stick his polaroid on your wall.
“You can cum to me when you touch yourself alone, now!” He jokes.
“Try rolling your hips instead, pretty.”
“And you’re quiet.” He retorts. “Can I take a picture of you?”
You pause for a second. “Um… okay…”
He takes the polaroid from you, and you look away. He pouts. “Look at the cam’ra, baby. I’m gonna keep this in my room and make it my wallpaper.”
Satoru leans back a bit as you bring your hands together on his abdomen, accentuating your breasts. “There ya go…”
He smiles as he snaps the picture. He takes the film and shakes. “You’re so cute…”
“Thank you…” you whisper.
He sets the camera and phot down. “Alright, time to get down to business!” He teased.”
“Satoru!” You reprimand, but it really sounded like a whine.
He laughs. “Sorry, sorry!”
You roll your hips on his abdomen, the sound your cunt makes is almost pornographic. You were already dripping, but you were too scared to ride.
He noticed the expression on your face—hesitant.
“C’mon, baby. I’ll teach you, you wanna cum, right?” He talks you through it.
“Good.” He presses on your clit slowly, just enough to send tingles down your spine. He rubs your bundle of nerves and you whimper. “Are you this sensitive with him?”
You shake your head, and he smirks.
“I think ‘m ready… it hurts to clench on air, ‘Toru…”
“Sorry, baby…” he whispers and guides your hips down. His rubber-covered cock was still standing (like it even went down when you were around).
You squeeze his shoulders, preparing yourself for the stretch. Slowly, you let him enter your aching heat.
“You can do it, pretty girl… slowly…”
You whimper. Fuck, how the hell was he so big…?
“Mnh…” tears started forming in your eyes. It didn’t matter how wet you were, Satoru’s girth was too much.
Finally, you sit. You pause and start crying. He embraces you and sits up by the headboard, still keeping you on too of him. “Oh, baby girl… don’t cry… shhhh…”
He wipes your tears with his fingers, cupping your pretty face in his hands. “My angel, awh… such a crybaby…”
Satoru kisses your tears away as he rolls your hips, helping you loosen up while giving you the friction you need.
“D’ya wanna stay a pillow princess, baby?”
You pout and nod. “But you need to hug me…” you whisper.
Satoru didn’t ask, he didn’t pry. You needed his warmth.
“Okay, I will hug the prettiest pillow princess!” He says dramatically, and you laugh.
He’s always known you even if he was really fucking stupid.
He flips you over and fixes the pillow behind you. His cock is still situated between your legs and inside your folds. You roll your hips a bit, testing out the feeling.
You make yourself whine, which made you laugh. He thought it was kind of cute.
Satoru pinches your nose and chuckles.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He kisses your neck. Your scent clouded his thought process.
The vibrations of his chuckles coincided with the rhythm of his thrusts. You were on cloud nine, pulling him closer and closer, almost as if you were afraid to feel a single breeze.
He leaves marks on your skin, something he’s never actually done before. “Can I bite you too?” You whisper.
Satoru pauses then smiles against your skin. “Yeah, go ahead, baby girl.”
You smile before kissing his skin and sucking it in. It was a little salty and a little tangy from his perfume. “Love bites…” you giggle.
“‘Taro hated it when I’d bite…” you murmur.
“What a fucking loser.” Satoru said in between sucking your supple skin.
He continues his thrusts, pushing his shaft inside your entrance over and over. You soon got used to the friction, rutting against him to quicken the pace.
“Sah—Satoruuu!!” You mewl, saliva dripping out as your head falls back on the pillow.
It was a good thing that everyone was at the frat house for the party because you were so noisy.
As you feel the heat pool in your stomach, you pout and tug at him. His rhythm stays the same, but this time, he rubs your clit. The added stimulation shot through you, letting you ride your orgasm.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your back arches off of the bed. Your pretty sheets were now drenched in your slick. “‘Toru!!” You shriek as you fall off your high.
He puts a hand over your mouth as he nuzzles his head onto your neck. “So noisy…”
How the tables have turned.
“Fuck me like you hate me, ‘Toru…” you mumble against his palm.
He stills, lifting himself up with both arms like he was planking over you. “What?”
“Rough sex… please?” You feign innocence.
He laughs. “A few minutes ago you were literally crying about how I was too big. Now, you wanna have rough sex??”
He scoffs, but he realizes that you’re dead serious. “Sure, baby. A round of rough sex.”
Satoru leans down, hot breath on your ear. “Just in case, your safe word is ‘vanilla’, got that, baby?”
Sure, you’re bummed about losing your boyfriend. However, you couldn’t deny that you’re much happier with Satoru’s big asian cock!
Satoru now had you in a mean mating press. You’ve already used up 2 condoms by now, and this was last Satoru had in his pocket. “Ya gotta be done by now, right, baby?” He breathes, pumping his cock in and out of you.
White rings appear at the base, decorating his pretty veins. “Uhuh!” You babble, too far gone.
He had you in a mean mating press, you were sure to get pregnant if it weren’t for the sliver of rubber saving your future.
“Satoru!!” You whine as his tip continues to bully your cervix at a relentless pace.
“Yes, angel? What can I do for—hah! You?” He teases. “I’m at your cervix!” He snickers.
Like expected, you huff at his stupid joke.
“Act mad all you want, but we both know you still wanna cum.”
“Bet ya can’t make me cum any better than my toys.”
He smirks. “You have toys?”
It was like the universe had aligned for him. “Y—Yeah.” You reply as you realize your mistake.
Your cheeks turn redder if it was even possible.
“‘Guess we have to try that next then.”
“Why not? Don’t you want a monster cock inside you?”
You push at him from his chest and whine. “Ew! Don’t make it sound so pornographic, Satoru!”
He only laughs, not bothering to press on the matter any longer.
His pace never wavered, and it was starting to get to you. Fuck him.
“Technically, that is what you’re doing, baby girl! Good job!” He chides.
He kisses your neck, lips tracing a path to your nipple. “So pretty…”
His mouth claims your nipple with an innocent kiss, teasing it with kitten licks.
“‘Toru…” a sound mimicking a tortured whine leaves your lips.
He traps your perky pearly between his teeth, rolling it slowly. Your eyes reach the back of your head as one of his hands travel down to your pussy to rub your clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Satoruuuu!”
He smiled, sucking your tit with practiced techniques. How did he easily learn your body language? It was unreal.
Your legs that were previously over his shoulders push him away as you felt your orgasm hit you like a freight train. It was all a blur.
You remember him falling on your bed while the frame creaked. His dick was leaking into the condom as he caught his breath. You were barely moving, but your fluids were still gushing out.
Cheeks, tearstained and ass, cum-stained. What a fucking way to go.
Your eyes feel heavy, and your brain was quite foggy. The sensation cane over you, and you felt yourself let go of what’s in your bladder. Satoru doesn’t mind.
He crawls over to you, checking your breathing. It all seemed normal, but your bed gave up under his sudden motion.
“Fuck.” He says under his bed. It wasn’t a very big deal to him. He could buy you all the bed frames you want ten times over.
After admiring your body, giving it soft kisses all over with little whispers of apologies, he grabs a towel and cleans you up—he even went as far as changing the sheets beneath you WHILE carrying you to keep you asleep.
How he did it, no one really knows.
Before tucking himself in beside you, he whispers in your ear, “I’m so sorry for sending Suzuka after Rintaro, you just had to see how much of a bad guy he actually is…”
Then, an apologetic yet regret deficient kiss was placed upon your temple. “Sweet dreams, pretty girl.”
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