frat!jo who becomes a menace about your attention. if youโre not looking at him, heโll literally lean into your line of sight. if youโre talking to someone else too long, heโs suddenly there too, smiling, friendly, but with that subtle claim in his posture.
frat!jo who's touchy in the most obvious way. hand on your waist. thumb rubbing circles on your hip. fingers laced with yours in public like itโs natural. he doesnโt ask, he just does it, like your body is his comfort object.
frat!jo who flirts like itโs a sport. heโll whisper compliments and sweet nothings in your ear in the middle of conversations just to make you blush. he lives for your reactions, your little embarrassed noises, the way your eyes widen when he gets bold.
frat!jo whoโs clingy when youโre alone. the second youโre in private, heโs on you. head on your shoulder. arms around your waist. following you from the kitchen to his room like a damn cat.
โwhere are you going?โ
โto the bathroom.โ
โiโm coming.โ
frat!jo who acts needy on purpose. heโll whine for kisses, complain dramatically when you donโt cuddle him, pout when youโre studying. heโll lay across your lap like dead weight and stare up at you until you give in. he gets territorial when heโs drunk. not angry, worse. affectionate. heโll pull you into his lap in front of everyone, bury his face in your neck, kiss your cheek like he canโt stop. he becomes unbearably sweet and clingy, like he wants the whole room to know.
frat!jo who's protective in a quiet, dangerous way. if someone tries something with you, satoru's smile stays, but his eyes donโt. heโll step in with that light tone, polite, playful, while making it clear the guy should leave before it becomes a problem.
frat!jo who loves making you feel wanted. satoru is a tease, but when heโs obsessed, heโs also soft. heโll tell you youโre pretty, that youโre his favorite, that he likes you close. and heโll say it like itโs obvious, like heโs not capable of liking anyone else the same way.
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Frat!Gojo, whoโs too busy being obsessed with his gf to care about his president duties (to vicepresident!getoโs despair)
youโre phone had been buzzing non stop for the past 10min and you already knew who it was before you even picked up.
โgirl, pleaseeeโ geto groans the second you answer,sounding unusually desperate โI am begging you, tell him to get his ass over here now! He listens to youโ
on your end of the call, youโre trying but miserably failing to sound normal โIโI know, Iโm so sorry,Suguโ you say, breath coming a little quicker than youโd like โI tried, I really didโ you werenโt lying you did try to get him to go to that meeting but an army couldnโt pull him off of you when your plush thighs were squeezing his head like you did right now.
โI mean did you, really?โ geto scoffs โandโwhy the fuck do you sound likeโฆthat?โ
you glance down at the reason why you sounded like that, satoru, whoโs smirking like heโs having the time of his life, his cap turned backwards so it wouldnโt get in his way, mouth opening wide to drag his tongue all the way up from your hole to your clit, eagerly collecting all your juices โHm-fuck..mind your business,โ you mutter, breath shaky and legs trying to close but your dear boyfriend effortlessly holds them open โMmphโฆ who is it?โ he mumbles against your lips and you canโt help it, a whine escapes you, and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle it
โHold onโnah, because I know that ainโtโโgeto exhales sharply โput him on the phone!โ he yells so loud that even gojo can hear him all the way down there.
โheโs-ha-heโs โฆbusyโ satoruโs grin widens. he very deliberately presses a kiss to nub, slow and teasing, like heโs got all the time in the world. like there isnโt a meeting in ten minutes and a vice president on the brink of losing his mind, but he doesnโt care, heโll skip anything for you, for you sweet voice calling out his name so desperate โsato-please..โ you cry out after finally hanging up on geto โsuguruโs going crazyโ you could already picture it, him pacing around the frat cursing both of you.
satoru finally detaches himself from your sweet cunt, head lifting, eyes low and clearly up to no good. you feel dizzy as you watch him climb back onto you, all his weight on you, warm and heavy. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you against him so tight, like he needs you close just to breathe right.
โSatoruโฆโ you murmur, already weak when his lips start tracing up your neck, slow and wet kisses pressed on every inch of your exposed flesh. You can feel his warm breath against your neck and soft white hair brushing your skin.
His hands slide under your top, palms hot against your skin, softly cupping your tit and suddenly his thumb is brushing past your already hard nipple that has your chest caving in at the sensation. He pulls away just enough for you to catch the faint pink on the tip of his ears.
โyeah?โ he teases, voice low โyou want me to go be responsible, baby?โ he asks, fingers playing with your sensitive nips, enjoying the way you squeezed your eyes shut.
You barely get the chance to answer before he adds, stealing another wet kiss from you โIโll go,โ he promises, clearly lying โAfter I take care of you, okay?โ
โกด(frat!choso) 7 months after bagging the girl gojo struck out with โกด 0.7k words
โi canโt stay the whole time.โ choso says to gojo (the whole room really) whoโs currently going over the โgame-planโ and jobs for the frats fundraiser tonight. โi got a dateโwell not a date, butโฆโ
gojo looks confused, eyebrows pinched together. โiโm sorry,โ he near laughs, โyou have a date?โ
geto seems a little bit amused aswell but smacks gojoโs arm lightly and tells choso, โwith who?โ everybody else sitting around the living room hums in agreed question.
โitโs not a date.โ he himself sounds confused as to what it is.
โwhat, ya got a hookup you not telling us about?โ gojo quizzes. itโs amazing how fast he can lose focus completely.
โno, itโs not that.โ
โyou smoking with a girl?โ geto asks. choso shakes his head no.
โguy?โ someone quips with a laugh from the kitchen, probably toji meal prepping for the next few days. choso shakes his head again.
gojo leans back on the couch and plops into a pillow. โโฆkay. so what are you doing with her? and who even is she?โ
โiโm meeting her parents.โ he replies. somebody in the room spits out half their drink, everybody elseโs eyebrows snag up their forehead. โi have to leave at 7:30.โ
โwait-wait-wait,โ toji steps out the kitchen as if he didnโt hear that right. โyou have a girlfriend you didnโt tell us about and youโre meeting her parents ?โ
choso looks embarrassed and plays with his hair a little. โi mean i told nanami.โ he mumbles, looking over to him from the other side of the couch. nanami nods in agreement.
โhe needed advice and a dress shirt,โ he confirms while gojoโs jaw is halfway to the floor. โlord knows you guys wouldnโt help him.โ
โnanamiiii,โ gojo pouts, body slinging aimlessly further off the couch like a slinky toy, โyou knew and didnโt tell me? i am great with advice !โ
geto pokes gojo in the ribs playfully, โyouโre really not.โ then turns to nanami, โwho is she? did he not tell us cause we donโt know her?โ choosing to ask second hand like choso isnโt even there.
nanami shakes his head no, โyou guys know her, gojo hit on her once.โ nanami actually chuckles to himself in his hand, recalling the memory apparently everybody had forgotten. โhe got rejected.โ
gojo pulls himself up in an instant, โyou stole my girl choso? not cool man!โ in an even bigger pout from before.
choso replies, still fiddling with his hair, โshe was not your girl.โ
โwhich girl are we talking about? gojoโs got like a 30% success rate.โ toji asks, now also distracted from what he was originally doing.
โfuck you, zenโin.โ gojo quips.
choso ignores gojoโs comment, tells toji (everybody) your name and continues, โshe rejected gojo at the start of the school year when he saw her with shoko and shoko told her heโs a douche.โ
gojo yanks up his makeshift blindfold (really a dishcloth from the kitchen) like itโll make him hear better, scrambling up in disarray, โSHOKOโS FRIEND?โ he yanks back down his blindfold and returns to his half off the couch, nearly upside down state. โand youโre meeting her parents?โ he crosses his arms and mumbles, โbro-codeโs out the window i guess.โ
โoh i remember that!โ geto says, nearly laughing his ass off remembering gojoโs dissapointment. โwhenโd you meet her cho?โ
โthat night. we fucked and she asked me out the next day.โ choso replies.
getoโs now fully doubled over on the couch laughing, along with half the other frat members.
โlemme see a photo of her.โ toji asks. choso pulls out his phone and displays to him his wallpaper, you and him sticking your blue and red tongues out after drinking too many icees at mini-golf. โcute.โ
choso gets about 50 more, โlemme seeโs before gojo leans up and looks at the screen too. apparently heโs the only one who realizes itโs a live photo and presses down to see the animation. he then sees choso turn and lick your tongue, leaving a purple mark on yours before the screen reverts to the still image.
he immediately falls back again, โoh fuck you, choso.โ
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satoru didnโt register the extent to which he missed you until he started seeing you in everything he did.
if he watched a show, heโd predict which scenes would have made you laugh in that subtle way you did. if he chose a playlist for the gym, he opted for yours instead of his. little things like that.ย
maybe he was losing his mind. not in the pacing the room kind of way, but the quieter kind that sneaks up on you when something that used to be routine suddenly isnโt.ย
satoru hadnโt seen you in four days.ย
four.ย
granted, it was ridiculous, really, you werenโt together, nor were you attached at the hip and you were both busy people with lives that existed outside of each other.ย
still. four days.ย
he knew you visited your brothers four days ago and only got back a day ago in which youโd been swamped with this stupid group project that, naturally, had one guy who was lacking and lazy, forcing you to carry the weight.ย
he could be patient, right?ย
satoru was seated on the living room couch, one leg slung over the armrest as his phone rested against his chest.ย
the house buzzed with the usual chaos around him, music thumping in one of the guysโ rooms, someone yelling about the party this weekend, laughing across the room. the usual.ย
satoru barely heard any of it, glancing down at his phone for the sixth time the past fifteen minutes.ย
nothing. just a stupid notification from sukuna bitching about one of the pledges and demanding punishment.
he frowned. he could text you, right?ย
satoru liked to think you were friends. it is in the name after all, friends with benefits.ย
fuck it.ย
gojo : busy?ย
7:03pm
the reply came five minutes later, a grueling and irritating five minutes.ย
trouble : yes. ppl are incompetent.ย
7:08pm
despite it all, his lips tipped up in appreciation, mind whirring with thoughts of the little pout that probably painted your pretty features, narrowed eyes and a huff. fuck, he missed you.ย
gojo : that guy still giving you trouble?ย
7:08pm
satoru sighed gently, moving to sit properly, elbows rested on his knees as he watched the little dots appear.
trouble : heโs giving me an aneurysm.ย
7:10pm
satoru chuckled gently, smirking as he typed a response.ย
gojo : you know what helps with aneurysms? good dickย
7:10pm
your reply came instantly this time and he was more than amused.ย
trouble : hmm. ill let u know if i find some then.ย
7:11pm
satoru smirked, heart clenching as he longed to have this stupid conversation in person.ย
gojo : now donโt make me offer myself up like a whore sugar titsย
7:11pm
the reply came instantly again, expected with the nickname he threw in that you despised more than anything.
trouble : right. pass. have to study now byeย
7:11pm
and just like that, the light he felt momentarily passed with a small huff from him.
he was absolutely done for.ย
heโd always heard people bitch about how the person youโre with shouldnโt be the sole source of your happiness, that they should be an addition. well, that simply couldnโt be true, right?ย
because it seems as if, these days, satoruโs entire energy is dependent on you.ย
across the room, geto glanced up from his place rotting on the couch, โwhatโs up? someone finally tell you santa isnโt real?โย
satoru rolled his eyes, tossing his phone on the couch beside him with a grunt, โshut up.โย
geto hummed, amused, โtrouble in paradise?ย
โweโre not in paradise.โย
geto hummed, โis that why youโve been all antsy the past few days?โย
satoru glanced at his friend, annoyance flickering in his chest. had he made it that obvious? how infatuated was he that even his friends could tell he was restless without you?ย
maybe it was the high he was missing, yes.ย
he missed being inside you, buried in your warmth. he missed spilling inside of you and feeling that sweet semblance of relief and ecstasy.
most of all, he missed watching you come apart for him, as well. it was the few moments you were completely vulnerable with him. sex always rendered you soft and needy and fuck, he missed that part of you like a drug.
four fucking days.ย
he wasnโt needy or clingy. if anything, he was always the one who suddenly disappeared on girls, deciding only with himself when he was finally bored.ย
but with you? the silence felt wrong.ย
later that night, he found himself staring at your text thread again.ย
he typed something then deleted. and again.ย
fuck, he felt restless, unreasonably so.ย
it wasnโt like you owed him your time but still.ย
four days felt like a lot when he was used to you showing up in his room unannounced, immediately being the object of his affections.ย
his phone buzzed again and he jumped.ย
except it wasnโt you, just another useless notification.ย
he was absolutely pathetic.ย
maybe he just liked the routine, the sureness.ย
he liked knowing youโd show up eventually, standing against his doorframe with that same pretty and unreadable expression on your face, aย dry comment on the tip of your tongue that always made his chest ache for you.ย
maybe he just liked-ย
his phone buzzed again and thai time, he didnโt pretend he wasnโt waiting for it. for you.
he checked instantly and found nothing.ย
just a stupid notification.ย
satoru sighed gently.ย
four days was excessive.ย
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with his demanding training regimen, satoru couldnโt indulge his sweet tooth as often as heโd liked.ย
but once a week, heโd allow himself to get the most obnoxious, calorie dense and sugary drink he could find.ย
so thatโs where he found himself on a tuesday morning, walking into the cafe that smelled like roast beans and burnt sugar. soft music hummed under quiet conversations and the steady clack of keyboards.
youโd like this place, he concluded.ย
it was calm and warm, annoyingly productive.ย
as he stepped forward to order, ignoring the batting lashes and googly eyes of the barista taking his order, a small crash sounded from the side, making his head tilt to see that someone had dropped their glass.
but behind that-
โsorry, what was that?โ the barista softly questioned, having not caught satoruโs words initially because she was too busy watching him.ย
but satoru was long gone by now, mind far away and pre-occupied with something of much deeper importance to him than his weekly treat.ย
he spotted you instantly, of course he did.ย
you were tucked into the corner by the window, laptop open and wired headphones dangling in the space between. one foot hooked around the leg of the chair, something you did when you were studying for extended periods of time. your hair was falling loose from your little updo, doe eyes flicking across whatever you were reading.ย
satoru felt something in his chest loosen but tighten simultaneously at the sight of you, annoyingly so.ย
satoru was quick to resist the urge to leave his place in line and walk towards you like he youโd summoned him, quickly turning back to the barista and rattling off his diabetes-inducing order.
he was quick to add, โand uh, one of those banana breads with the chocolate.โย
the barista nodded with a soft smirk, eyes still assessing him like a greek god had entered the establishment.
with a quick thanks, without even letting her get a word in as he quickly taping his card, he was walking away, towards you. you, who had him going insane the last few days because of your mere absence.
you were so engrossed in whatever you were reading, you didnโt notice him approaching until all his 6โ5 glory was looming over your space.ย
your eyes lifted slowly, blinking once. then you leaned back in your chair a bit, expression unchanged, โyou donโt drink coffee.โย
satoru slid into the chair across from you, trying to calm his excruciatingly dramatic heart at the sight of you. you were so pretty and so his. well, somewhat.ย
โlook at you, knowinโ everything about me, โ he smirked as he leaned back in his seat, โobsessed with me or somethinโ?โย
you simply tilted your head, eyes wide and uncharacteristically soft, โwhat are you doing here?โย
โgetting coffee.โ
โyou donโt drink coffee.โ
satoru merely smiled even wider. fuck, he was so happy to see you.ย
โtrying new things.โย
your eyes narrowed slightly, โyouโre getting your double chocolate frappuccino, arenโt you?โย
satoru grinned, โugh, you are obsessed with me.โย
you merely sighed, pushing your laptop slightly to the side as you gave him your full attention now.ย
four days. four days and he felt like a man coming home from war.
โare you coming this weeke-โ
โno.โ your reply came instantly as satoru groaned at your immediate answer.ย
โwhy do you always do this?โย
โwhy do you always do this? why do 40% of our conversations consist of you convincing me to come to your stupid parties-โ
โthey arenโt stupid!โย
you merely shot him a look, sighing gently as you glanced down at your laptop once more.ย
satoru leaned forward, going to speak when someone approached the table.
โone frappuccino,โ the guy placed the large drink in front of satoru, but the frat president couldnโt help but notice the baristaโs eyes were flickering to you, โand one banana bread.โ
he placed the banana bread in front of satoru who instantly moved it to you.ย
before he could explain that heโd gotten that for you because he knew how much you adored the little treat, the barista was blushing as he placed another matcha in front of you, โyouโve been here for hours, thought iโd get you another one on the house.โย
satoru looked as if someone had spit on his shoe, eyes narrowed and lips curled instantly as he glanced between both of you, watching as your expression softened.ย
โoh, thank you, nico.โ your voice dropped low, softer than usual and satoru felt like youโd punched him in the ribs.ย
โcourse, let me know if you need anything else.โ with his red cheeks and small smile, nico sighed softly before retreating.ย
you seemed unfazed, pulling your new drink in closer before glancing up at the white-haired man who immediately made a conscious effort to fix his face.ย
โhuh.โ he commented as you tilted your head.ย
โwhat?โย
โyou know him or somethinโ?โ satoru questioned, watching as you took a sip of your matcha, shrugging gently.ย
โiโve been coming here since sophomore year. heโs also in my neuro class.โ
in moments like these, satoru despised your nonchalance more than anything. your voice was neutral, face even more stoic as you merely sipped your drink.
he couldnโt tell if you felt for this guy, if you liked him.ย
fuck, he felt ill.
satoru was not the jealous type, not even a little bit.ย
even with you, he watched guys look at you a plethora of times, during parties and simply on campus. but he barely cared.
he wasnโt sure if it was because he knew you and knew you wouldnโt give them the time of day or simply because he gets it.ย
you were fucking gorgeous, of course guys looked at you.ย
at the end of the day, it was his sheets you were tangled up in, so why should he dwell on it?ย
but there was something intimate with nico that he despised.ย
it didn't help that youโd known the guy longer than youโd known satoru.ย
โi got you banana bread. eat it.โ satoru pushed the plate forward, watching asyour eyes tilted down to the loaf, eyes instantly brightening up just the slightest bit.ย
which was basically a hug and a kiss from you.
โthank you, gojo.โย
you were gonna send him into cardiac arrest with your insistence to call him that.ย
nonetheless, he watched you dig into the treat, sighing gently.ย
โyou have to come this saturday.โย
you rolled your eyes instantly, โhave to?โย
โyes. i got you banana bread.โ
you eyes narrowed, โthatโs not how this works-โ
satoru groaned, โplease. just come. itโll get your mind off everything, give you a little break.โ
you gestured to your laptop again, โiโm busy.โย
satoru allowed a small stretch of silence, watching as you went back to typing, occasionally sipping your stupid free matcha.ย
โcome to the party.โ the words left satoru quieter, gentler as he watch you through bright lashes.ย
his tone made you look up, interest piquing just the slightest bit.ย
โwhy?โย
because i miss being around you, i miss doing everything i can to get you to laugh, i just miss you.
but he didnโt say that,. because if he did, youโd run faster than he could catch up to you.ย
he shrugged gently, โi like when youโre there.โย
your gaze held his for a moment longer than usual before sighing softly, โiโll think about it.โ
satoru grinned slowly, knowing that was basically a yes from you.ย
he stood up from his chair making you look up once more, โyouโre leaving already?โย
and he knew you well enough to know that it wasnโt coming from a place of wanting him to stay, but surprise that he wasnโt opting for pestering you for the next hour.
โi got a party to plan.โย
you tilted your head, โsince when do you plan the parties?โ
satoru shrugged, โsince today. got an important person on the guest list now.โ
you rolled your eyes, โgo away.โย
satoru grinned, backing up onwards the door, โsee you tonight.โ
you waved him off dismissively and satoru ignored the clench in his chest that only you could illicit. fucking finally.ย
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giving saturo a taste of you once more had him practically insatiable.
so much so that the man found himself in the back of your lecture room beside a mildly irritated nanami the very next morning.
satoru gojo, not only willingly attending class, but a lecture for a class he wasn't even in. a class that wasn't even the slightest bit beneficial for his course of study.
alas, he was forced to listen to your professor drone on and on about medical terms he doesn't have the slightest inkling about.
he hadn't seen you, properly seen you, in almost a week. he deserves this!
"you're a nuisance." nanami murmured, glancing down at his notes lazily before looking at the professor once more, satoru turning to shoot him a short glare.
"and why's that, kento? can't a guy develop new interests?"
nanami shot the man the driest look he could muster before facing away from him once more.
satoru wasn't even pretending to listen to the professor, seated like a king, legs manspread and fingers drumming against the armrests as he watched you from his place in the back.
you were seated where you always were, the middle right section, all pretty and focused, fuck, you were everything.
there was an a girl seated beside you and some random guy was to your left, both people completely irrelevant to satoru, because well, how could they be? they were beside you.
you hadn't spotted him yet, no, because if you did, he'd be six feet under by your glare alone, he was sure.
"kento, hey-" satoru whispered, eyes still fixated on you as the blonde turned to the frat president briefly.
"what satoru."
satoru shifted a bit to get a better look at your face, "did she miss a lecture last week? the one on tuesday morning."
nanami's brows furrowed slightly, "i don't know, gojo. not all of us watch her like a hawk, you know." he huffed gently, reluctantly questioning, "why do you ask?"
satoru rolled his eyes just the slightest, "cuz she said her head hurt the night before. i told her to sleep in but i don't know if she did. cuz she said she did but then she seemed all weird that night. i just wan-"
"satoru," nanami shifted to fully glare at his friend, other students turning to glance at the commotion because satoru gojo was anything but subtle, "shut the fuck up."
with a small smirk of defiance, satoru merely raised his hands in mock surrender before turning to face you once more. clearly, he had more important matters at hand.
except when satoru turned to gaze at you this time, you were talking to the boy beside you, all attentive and wide eyed, that unintentional butter wouldn't melt in my mouth expression painting your pretty features. one that drove satoru to madness every single time.
except this time, it damn near sent the frat boy into a frenzy.
satoru sat up abruptly, as if someone poured cold water over his head, brows pinching as he watched the guy tilt his head down to speak directly into your ear and he could've sworn- did his mouth just brush against you?
"nanami," satoru whisper-yelled harshly as the blonde huffed in annoyance, ignoring his friend, "nanami kento, who the fuck is that?"
the man's words left him lowly, harshly, dripping with vexation. for that reason, nanami's interest piqued, offering satoru a glance and quickly figuring out what had the man in a state.
"that's leo. he's her lab partner. extremely intelligent."
like rubbing salt in the wound.
satoru's brows furrowed even further, jaw clenching beneath smooth skin as he watched your lips twitch slightly, not a smile, god forbid.
but close enough. enough to have satoru abruptly stand up in the middle of the lecture, his 6'4 frame, as well as him simply being himself, drawing attention as students turned to glance at his towering stance.
but his eyes were set on one thing, one one person, the only person who could have him in a borderline mental collapse like this.
you still haven't seen him, clearly preoccupied with leo.
satoru was quick to make his way to you, despite nanami's whispered warnings to wait and sit down. the seat behind you was empty, luckily for him.
"you should really pay attention," satoru was seated behind you, now leaning down between you and leo's heads, interrupting your whispered conversations, "know how you get when your notes aren't all perfect."
an agitating noise, is what you would call the distinct cadence of satoru gojo's voice.
with blank eyes and an even less impressed expression, you shifted to glance at the white-haired man seated behind you, face inches away as he leaned down.
and he had the audacity to grin.
not his regular grin, though. you noticed that much. this grin was more strained, less...him.
"gojo." you stated with no intention of asking why he was here. you noticed him sometimes, only the past couple of weeks did he start attending your immunology classes. god knows why. the man was a finance major.
despite the absolute fire in his chest, something about the way you uttered his name soothed him just a bit. just the sound of your voice alone. he was fucked.
he was here going insane over the way you said his name and you were here chatting it up with this nerd.
"you know it, sweetheart." satoru smirked before turning to glance at leo who was now watching the exchange from the corner of his eyes while pretending to listen to the professor, "are you coming over tonight?"
and yes, he was stooping that low. he had to. he couldn't have this leo guy or anyone else, for that matter, wandering around thinking they had a chance with you.
something in his ribs tightened at the mere thought.
you tilted your head at the man, considering him slowly, "you came over here to ask me that?"
your deadpan voice had all the anger and fury in his chest dissipating, he was so easy for you, grinning softly.
"amongst other things."
you hummed lowly once, eyes turning back to the professor for a moment before gazing up at him once more, "okay."
satoru grinned gently, physically reacting as he leaned towards you as if you were pulling an invisible string, "yeah, sweetheart?"
you glared at the name, "stop calling me that."
satoru could see leo physically flinch, shoulders hunching as he sunk into his seat a bit. yes, he put out the flame and now whatever was left of his confidence and hope had retreated.
just as he went to answer, his phone pinged and a glance reminded him that he was supposed to be at practice ten minutes ago.
"ah shit," satoru cursed before turning to you, eyes soft and open, only ever for you, "gotta go, trouble. be good for me."
he leaned down to give your cheek a quick kiss before rushing away, a complete disturbance to the professor and the entirety of the class that were trying to focus.
and he could feel the heat of your glare even from the back and it only caused him to grin wider.
yes, that would show leo.
and satoru didn't have time to rationalize his behavior. he wasn't a jealous person.
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greek row was chaos only an hour into the party.ย
music bled through the walls like a pulse, bass heavy enough to rattle the floorboards while voices layered over each other in a constant roar. someone had dragged colored lights into the living room, red and purple cutting through the haze of bodies moving too close together.ย
and satoru gojo was exactly where he was supposed to be.
at the centre of it all.
laughing too loud, drink in hand and arm slung lazily over the back of the couch while people filtered in and out like orbiting planets.
to everyone else, he looked completely at ease, effortless and light in the way he always was. the life of the party.ย
but every few seconds, his bright eyes flicked to the open front door, waiting and watching.ย
it was automatic at the point, he didnโt even notice himself doing it.
he told himself it didnโt matter, it didnโt matter if you came or bailed. you said youโd think about it, maybe this time that meant no. you were busy, after all. and it's been a few days since you said you'd think about it, but still.ย
his gaze drifted to the door again. nothing.ย
โmy god,โ choso muttered beside him, arms crossed and scowling, โyouโre like a puppy waiting for itโs owner.โย
satoru immediately scowled, โshut the fuck up. youโre just pissed i made you cut your addicted ass back.โย
and it was true, heโd made choso start getting high less, threatening to kick him out of the frat. it was an empty threat, but choso didnโt need to know that.ย
choso rolled his eyes, โyouโve checked the door fourteen times. i counted.โย
โsee? lay off the weed and you can do math.โย
choso scowled once more, โpussy whipped.โย
satoru scoffed, leaning back further into the couch, โwatch your mouth.โ
โcanโt believe our two frat leaders are the ones who canโt think without their dicks getting involved.โย
satoru opened his mouth to defend both him and sukuna when his eyes flicked to the door once more. and just like that, the words died in his mouth.ย
you stepped inside like you always did, all unbothered and composed, scanning the room once like you were deciding if you should flee.ย
but lately, satoru wondered if the looking around was because you were looking for him.ย
you were a fucking dream.ย
in your little skirt that tickled your thighs and the tank top that hugged you so deliciously, satoru could swear his mouth watered.
you made his chest tighten the second he saw you.ย
choso glanced at satoru, thrown off by the quiet when he noticed his gaze at the door, following before scoffing, โright. and iโm the one thatโs addicted and needs to lay off.โย
staoru didnโt answer, he didnโt even move yet.ย
he simply watched you as you lingered by the door for a second, adjusting the strap of your tank top before stepping deeper into the house.
people moved around you without touching, you leaning away before anyoneโs sweaty skin could brush yours.ย
you hadnโt seen him yet. good.
satoru liked watching you before you noticed him, he enjoyed the few seconds where he could just look.ย
and just as his heart couldnโt take the anticipation of speaking to you, watching you, feeling you. just as he went to stand up, someone approached you. the guy was tall, light buzzed hair, broad and objectively attractive.ย
a guy from another frat, satoru recalled.ย
he recognized him vaguely, some business major, harmless overall, but satoruโs blood was already pumping faster than it did a second ago.ย
harmless, except he was speaking to you. he approached you and fuck, you havenโt even been here a full two minutes.ย
satoru was just irritated, that was all. he wanted you all to himself tonight.
satoru gave you a second, watching as the guy touched your arm once, getting you attention as you turned to hm.ย
yes, your face was still expressionless, that was good.ย
heโd seen guys approach you before, you usually shut them down with a sharp look, enough to cut glass. except it seemed as if you didnโt mind this man speaking to you.ย
so saturo waited across the room, jaw clenched as he grew more and more impatient, feeling his resolve slipping more and more as the minutes passed.
you both kept speaking over the music, well, the guy spoke and grinned more than you but still.
satoru wasn't the jealous type, again. truly, he didnโt care because by tonight, you'll be under him and no one else.ย
and you were just being polite, that was all.ย
so, satoru used the few moments to assess you lowly.ย
fuck, you were so stunning, it was stupid. he thought of everything heโd ached to do with you tonight, of new ways to convince you to stay, of what show youโd wanna watch after he was done with you.
but then, something shifted.ย
something truly, inexplicably and extremely offensive to satoru gojo.
you smiled.
not a polite, tight social smile you gave old people.ย
not the half-assed tilt of the mouth you gave fuckass leo the other day.ย
a real smile, soft and quick, but true nonetheless.ย
your eyes crinkled just slightly, nose scrunching up in a way that fundamentally changed him when heโd first seen it.ย
satoruโs brain went completely quiet.ย
because that smile was his.ย
heโd never seen you give it to anyone else but him.ย not when geto made his best efforts to lure emotion out of you, not even when luna tried.
granted, it was because you kept to yourself most of the time, but still.ย
it had taken him weeks to get that smile out of you for the first time, weeks of stupid jokes and restless persistence.
and now you were giving it to some random frat boy that didnโt feel for you the way satoru did.ย
choso quipped something out that was inevitably meant to piss him off but satoru didnโt hear a word, ears ringing and already crossing the room, his chest burning and jaw clenched so hard, his molars hurt.ย
the crowd parted for him easily, stopping when he was right behind you.ย
close enough that the guy looked up at him mid conversation, close enough that you felt the undeniable warmth of the frat president against your back.ย
you looked up slightly, โgojo.โ
satoruโs gaze travelled over the guy, studying him lowly, โhey, baby.โย
your brows furrowed just a bit as satoru placed a hand on the revealed skin of your hip, pulling you back and against him.ย
satoru never called you baby outside the bedroom, he knew you hated the lack of separation.ย
satoruโs gaze never left the guy throughout it all, the guy blinking once as his gaze travelled from satoruโs hand to his intimidating gaze.ย
โoh, um, are you guys-โย
โno.โ you stated immediately.
โyes.โ satoru grunted simultaneously.ย
the guy looked between the both of you before satoru shot him a deadly smirk, "she's just confused. right, baby?"
you merely glared at the man, jaw clenching just a bit.
the guy chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, โright, uh, okay.โย
your eyes narrowed at satoru behind you, the guy quick to step back.
โanyways, it was good to see you.โ
you simply nodded at him, watching as he disappeared into the crowd.ย
silence stretched between you and satoru, tense and heavy.ย
you stepped forward and away from him, turning to face him fully as satoru allowed his hand to fall from your hip, jaw clenched once more.ย
you crossed your arms, โwhat was that.โย
satoru tilted his head, โyou tell me.โย
โexcuse me?โย
satoruโs fists clenched by his sides, โi didnt know i was the least funniest person ever.โย
your tilted your head, so frustratingly unbothered, โwhat?โย
satoru huffed once, โit took me a month to make you even slightly smile at me and some random sigma asshole comes up to you and you just-โ
โsmile?โย
satoru groaned, โdonโt say it like iโm stupid! you donโt smile at anyone-โ
โyes, i do-โ
โdonโt-โ satoru grunted once before his eyes travelled over to the sea of people surrounding you both that simply thirsted for any drama involving alpha phiโs president, โcโmere.โย
before you knew it, the man was gripping your wrist and pulling you through the crowd, up the steps and into the quiet sanctity of his room.ย
you were already scowling, irritation painting your features as satoru shut the door and turned to you, โwe have an agreement.โย
an agreement? what the hell was he saying?ย
truthfully, the man was a mess in his mind. he hated seeing the sight of you with another man, let alone offering him the smile you usually reserved for him.ย
and now he was spewing bullshit. your agreement didnโt even say he couldnโt sleep with anyone else, let alone for you not to be able to smile at anyone.ย
fuck, you were making him crazy.ย
and you could see through him instantly, arms crossing as your face remained bored, โwhen did we agree that i couldnโt react to other peopleโs words?โย
satoru huffed once, hands travelling into his white locks and tugging gently, โthatโs not the point! between that waiter the other day, fuckin' leo and this stupid goddamn comedian of a fratboy-โย
you huffed gently, watching the man tug at his hair harshly, โstop doing that-โ
satoru ignored your words, continuing to pace in front of you, โthey donโt get you, you know that right? they donโt know you like me, how your mind works, your body-โย
you didnโt particularly like seeing him this worked up. usually, you didnโt pay half a mind to his little meltdowns, he was extremely dramatic. but this was satoru stressed.
after all, you werenโt heartless.
he was frantic and pent-up with god knows what.ย
โgojo, what the hell is wrong with-โ
โugh! and thatโs the other thing,โ satoru took a step closer, jaw clenched with effort, โstop doing that-โ
you raised a brow, just the slightest bit, โi told you, you donโt get-โ
โdo you like any of them?โ
the question made your head tilt in confusion, expression offering him nothing as you considered him a bit, โi donโt see why i need to tell you if i did, gojo. youโre acting insane-โ
and yes, satoru did feel insane.
his chest was clenched with effort, hands alongside it, absorbing your words and they felt like a gut punch.
โi deserve to know if you do!โ
โwhy?โ
โbecause-โ his voice raised on octave before abruptly stopping himself. what could he even say?
because i want you? because i think about you always and you donโt seem to care? because if you did like anyone else, that would crush me?
โbecause weโre sleeping together.โ
you scoffed just a bit, โyes. that has nothing to do with talking about our emotions.โ
and if anything that night caused his chest to collapse, it was that.
of course. this entire dynamic was based on no emotions.
what the hell was he doing?
satoru was supposed to fuck you, not set his claim over you because as you so kindly pointed out, you didnโt belong to him. you didnโt feel for him.
but god, did he feel for you.
โrightโฆโ satoru breathed out, jaw clenching with effort, โyeah, right, no emotions.โ
your eyes trailed over the expanse of his face, so clearly tense and eyes low as he watched you.
satoru knew you wouldnโt drag this on longer than you had to, keeping it at that.
you didnโt care enough to go back and forth with him, especially with him being so irrational.
he could practically see the gears turning in your head, looking for an out to leave the party and go back home, as you always did.
you always left.
and he was determined to make you stay because he needed it.
so he stepped forward, crashing his lips onto yours, groaning softly as you whimpered at the impact.
if satoru could rely on one thing, it was that you would always melt into him if he was touching you.
physical, it was just physical.
โgojo-โ you whimpered against him, almost in protest before the man bit your lip gently, leaning down to pull you up by your thighs.
โshh, baby, just let me-โ
and let him, you did.
half an hour and three orgasms later, satoru gojo was breathing heavily, face dug into your neck as he tried to breathe properly.
โstill with me, baby?โ satoru voiced against your damp skin, perceptive as you softly turned your head.
โmhmmโฆโย
satoru sighed gently, his large hand traced your spine gently as he sat over the edge of the bed, โwanna shower?โย
please stay, stay, stay.
you looked up at him, stretching a bit with a lazy nod.
satoru grinned gently, leaning down to press a kiss onto the plush of your lips, lazy as his tongue dragged onto the swell once before pulling back. he tapped the swell of your ass twice before walking over to his en-suite.
he loved how uncharacteristically gentle you were after, fucked out and so entirely his.ย
and when you joined him a few minutes later, gently slapping his wandering hands away when he tried to have you once more , he tried not to think of your soft voice crying out that you were his.ย
and how he longed for you to say that in an entirely more sentimental context.
you left the shower before him and as always, by the time he exited the bathroom, you were gone. again.
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art by the most talented @/thatsallitchief
AN | this was such a long time coming ahhhhh i love jealous gojo! i last minute removed the smut cuz tbh im just not comfortable w that rn so this'll have to do ! :)
enjoy this one guys cuz im starting exams soon and i have to lock in until may ๐ซก๐ซก
edit - guys i was half asleep when i posted this ans removed the smut so the ending was kinda weird and so not them. so just changed that lol!
as always, lmk what u thinkkk i love to hear ur feedback !!!
Gojo's chest was still heaving as he leaned down, slowly kissing down your chest, smiling at each shiver he felt escape you from the cool metal glinting on his lower lip.
Sleeping with Satoru Gojo wasn't something you had on your bucket listโor any of the frat boys on your campus, for that matterโbut holy shit.
He had you seeing stars in the corner of your eyes, for fuck's sake.
"Are you still alive down there?" He whispered in a teasing tone as he shifted his body off of yours, legs still weak as he settled into his dorm bed beside you, a tender hand laying itself on your stomach. "You're quieter than usual."
He took quick notice of the way your body tensed at his touch, your gaze avoiding his, and how you just felt... uncomfortable now that he'd pulled out.
"Hey... if something's wrong, you can talk to me." He assured, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, before pulling back to lie comfortably next to you. "You alright?"
"Mm, yeah." You whispered softly, nodding gently against his pillows, turning your head slightly to face him. "Just. . . needed to catch my breath."
Without missing a beat, Gojo sat up & slipped off the bedโgiving you the perfect view of the scratches you'd left down his shoulder blades just minutes prior. "Give me just a second." He beamed before beelining to his closet.
Coming out just a few seconds later, he came back out in a pair of boxers and sweats slung low on his hips, with a big ole' band teen slung over his shoulder & a water bottle in each hand.
"Figured this might help you feel better?" Gojo murmured, handing you a water bottle before slipping under the sheets with you. "And so you can cover yourself up." He gently laid the T-shirt over the blanket.
"That's so sweet... Thank you." You smiled, clicking the water bottle open before pulling it to your lips.
He was right; the moment the cool liquid hit your tongue, you were already feeling better.
"You can help yourself; I have a whole mini fridge hidden away in my closet." He whispered, watching as you put the water bottle on his nightstand before sitting up next to him.
"You have a mini fridge... in your closet? Do you keep alcohol in there or?" You tilted your head, pulling on his band shirt, catching the soft hitch in his breath as you settled the fabric around your waist.
"No, no. I keep water, soda, juice, anything to drink except alcohol really." He muttered, slipping his arm around your shoulders like it belonged there. "I can get you a drink if you need it. No one would mind if I got a glass from the main fridge."
"No, no, I don't want you to leave. That'd be embarrassing." You leaned on his shoulder, getting comfortable on his side. "I kind of just want you to stay here, if that's ok?"
"Of course it is." He assured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your temple, "And just so you know, none of the guys would care if you wanted something from the kitchen, honestโI wouldn't be either! Sooo, if you want something, just ask."
"I'm fine; I was just wondering why you had a mini-fridge in your closet of all places." You mumbled, the cool metallic touch lingering on your forehead for a moment, before he pressed another kiss on your cheek.
"Oh, I just keep a stash in here for when Suguru and I have a study session... or gaming session... or whenever I just don't want to go all the way to the kitchen for something to drink." He admitted, tugging you closer into his side. "It's full, you know. If I fall asleep and you want something, go ahead and get something; it won't bother me."
"You pull late-night study sessions?" You giggled, glancing up at him, his piercing blue gaze causing your breath to hitch.
"Well, yeah? I gotta focus on my grades. My pretty face can't get me everythingโeven if it caught you." He teased, slipping his hand lower to hold it against your waist.
"You're a little bit more than just a pretty face, Gojo." You mumbled, pressing your cheek against his chest as he chuckled, the rumble vibrating down your spine. "You're a lot sweeter than I thought you'd be."
"Well, duh." He teased, slipping a hand under the covers to hitch one of your thighs over his. "I wasn't going to just be an ass after we slept together."
"Is it bad I thought you'd be an ass?" You mumbled into his chest, and Gojo's hand started slowly rubbing up and down your thigh in a comforting motion.
"A little... Yeah." Gojo whispered, tucking you under his chin. "Did I exceed your expectations?"
"Mm. Definitely, I think I'd actually want to do this again if you did." You admitted feeling the way his hand tightened around your thigh.
"If I did? Like that shit's even a question." He muttered, pulling back to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "Of course I'd want to... often."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I don't knowww, not like I'm cradling you against me like a prized possession." He hissed, gently rubbing his thumb over your thigh. "No shit, I'd want to do this again."
"Ok, ok. Noted. We should do this again." You whispered, leaning up to press a gentle kiss, pulling back just enough for him to turn his head to yours, his lips catching yours in a gentle kiss.
"We will do this again... preferably after a date." He whispered, pulling back half-lidded as he stared into your eyes.
This was dizzying.
"I'd like that." You whispered back, fingers coming up to rub against his bottom lip, prodding at his piercings.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the skin of your thumbpad. "Are you getting tired yet?" He mumbled against your thumb, slightly muffled, but you still understood, nodding as you slipped back down to his chest.
"Little bit." You hummed, melting against his warm chest as he chuckled.
"Are ya' alright if I put a movie on?" He leaned down, pressing his cheek to the top of your skull, slowly moving his palm from your thigh to your waist, bunching the fabric of his shirt up just a little so he could rub your bare side.
"Mm. Yeah, of course." You mumbled into his chest, stretching across his torso like a lazy cat. "Go ahead."
And so he did, clicking on some shitty 80s horror flick, with a pretty girl sleeping on his chestโand neither of you would want to change a single thing.
(18+.....p link) โ Making him #kissitbetter เน เฃญ โญ
The argument had been stupid, something small that snowballed in the car on the way home. You were still fuming in the passenger seat, arms crossed, when he finally sighed and pulled into an empty parking lot behind an abandoned store.
โBaby, Iโm sorry,โ he said, voice low. โI didnโt mean it like that.โ
You looked at him for a long second, still irritated, then unbuckled your seatbelt. โThen prove it.โ
Before he could respond, you shoved the seat back as far as it would go, hiked your skirt up, and slid your panties down your legs. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward your already wet pussy.
โEat it,โ you ordered, spreading your thighs. โRight here. Make it up to me.โ
He didnโt hesitate. He leaned over the console, broad shoulders wedged between your legs, and buried his face in your cunt like a man starved. His tongue dragged hot and heavy through your folds, licking up every drop before latching onto your clit and sucking.
You moaned loudly, fingers tightening in his hair as you rocked against his mouth. โThatโs itโฆ Apologize like you mean it.โ
He groaned into your pussy, the sound vibrating against your clit as he ate you out messily; tongue fucking into you, lips sucking, nose bumping your clit with every eager movement. The windows started to fog up while he devoured you, completely focused on making you feel good.
You came hard on his tongue, thighs squeezing around his head, moaning his name as pleasure pulled through you. Even after you finished, he kept licking softly, cleaning you up like he was apologizing with every stroke.
When he finally pulled back, lips shiny and breathing hard, he looked up at you with dark, hungry eyes. โAm I forgiven?โ he asked, voice rough.
You smirked, still catching your breath.
โNot yet,โ you said, pulling him back down. โKeep kissing it better.โ
