frat!jo who becomes a menace about your attention. if you’re not looking at him, he’ll literally lean into your line of sight. if you’re talking to someone else too long, he’s 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 it’s natural. he doesn’t ask, he just does it, like your body is his comfort object.
frat!jo who flirts like it’s a sport. he’ll 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 who’s clingy when you’re alone. the second you’re in private, he’s on you. head on your shoulder. arms around your waist. following you from the kitchen to his room like a damn cat.
“where are you going?”
“to the bathroom.”
“i’m coming.”
frat!jo who acts needy on purpose. he’ll whine for kisses, complain dramatically when you don’t cuddle him, pout when you’re studying. he’ll lay across your lap like dead weight and stare up at you until you give in. he gets territorial when he’s drunk. not angry, worse. affectionate. he’ll pull you into his lap in front of everyone, bury his face in your neck, kiss your cheek like he can’t 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 don’t. he’ll 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 he’s obsessed, he’s also soft. he’ll tell you you’re pretty, that you’re his favorite, that he likes you close. and he’ll say it like it’s obvious, like he’s not capable of liking anyone else the same way.
Frat!Gojo, who’s too busy being obsessed with his gf to care about his president duties (to vicepresident!geto’s despair)
you’re phone had been buzzing non stop for the past 10min and you already knew who it was before you even picked up.
“girl, pleaseee” geto groans the second you answer,sounding unusually desperate “I am begging you, tell him to get his ass over here now! He listens to you”
on your end of the call, you’re trying but miserably failing to sound normal “I–I know, I’m so sorry,Sugu” you say, breath coming a little quicker than you’d like “I tried, I really did” you weren’t lying you did try to get him to go to that meeting but an army couldn’t pull him off of you when your plush thighs were squeezing his head like you did right now.
“I mean did you, really?” geto scoffs “and–why the fuck do you sound like…that?”
you glance down at the reason why you sounded like that, satoru, who’s smirking like he’s having the time of his life, his cap turned backwards so it wouldn’t 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 “Hm-fuck..mind your business,” you mutter, breath shaky and legs trying to close but your dear boyfriend effortlessly holds them open “Mmph… who is it?” he mumbles against your lips and you can’t help it, a whine escapes you, and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle it
“Hold on–nah, because I know that ain’t—”geto exhales sharply “put him on the phone!” he yells so loud that even gojo can hear him all the way down there.
“he’s-ha-he’s …busy” satoru’s grin widens. he very deliberately presses a kiss to nub, slow and teasing, like he’s got all the time in the world. like there isn’t a meeting in ten minutes and a vice president on the brink of losing his mind, but he doesn’t care, he’ll skip anything for you, for you sweet voice calling out his name so desperate “sato-please..” you cry out after finally hanging up on geto “suguru’s going crazy” 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.
“Satoru…” 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.
“yeah?” he teases, voice low “you want me to go be responsible, baby?” 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 “I’ll go,” he promises, clearly lying “After I take care of you, okay?”
⡴(frat!choso) 7 months after bagging the girl gojo struck out with ⡴ 0.7k words
“i can’t stay the whole time.” choso says to gojo (the whole room really) who’s currently going over the ‘game-plan’ and jobs for the frats fundraiser tonight. “i got a date—well not a date, but…”
gojo looks confused, eyebrows pinched together. “i’m sorry,” he near laughs, “you have a date?”
geto seems a little bit amused aswell but smacks gojo’s arm lightly and tells choso, “with who?” everybody else sitting around the living room hums in agreed question.
“it’s not a date.” he himself sounds confused as to what it is.
“what, ya got a hookup you not telling us about?” gojo quizzes. it’s amazing how fast he can lose focus completely.
“no, it’s not that.”
“you smoking with a girl?” geto asks. choso shakes his head no.
“guy?” 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. “…kay. so what are you doing with her? and who even is she?”
“i’m meeting her parents.” he replies. somebody in the room spits out half their drink, everybody else’s eyebrows snag up their forehead. “i have to leave at 7:30.”
“wait-wait-wait,” toji steps out the kitchen as if he didn’t hear that right. “you have a girlfriend you didn’t tell us about and you’re meeting her parents ?”
choso looks embarrassed and plays with his hair a little. “i mean i told nanami.” he mumbles, looking over to him from the other side of the couch. nanami nods in agreement.
“he needed advice and a dress shirt,” he confirms while gojo’s jaw is halfway to the floor. “lord knows you guys wouldn’t help him.”
“nanamiiii,” gojo pouts, body slinging aimlessly further off the couch like a slinky toy, “you knew and didn’t tell me? i am great with advice !”
geto pokes gojo in the ribs playfully, “you’re really not.” then turns to nanami, “who is she? did he not tell us cause we don’t know her?” choosing to ask second hand like choso isn’t even there.
nanami shakes his head no, “you guys know her, gojo hit on her once.” nanami actually chuckles to himself in his hand, recalling the memory apparently everybody had forgotten. “he got rejected.”
gojo pulls himself up in an instant, “you stole my girl choso? not cool man!” in an even bigger pout from before.
choso replies, still fiddling with his hair, “she was not your girl.”
“which girl are we talking about? gojo’s got like a 30% success rate.” toji asks, now also distracted from what he was originally doing.
“fuck you, zen’in.” gojo quips.
choso ignores gojo’s comment, tells toji (everybody) your name and continues, “she rejected gojo at the start of the school year when he saw her with shoko and shoko told her he’s a douche.”
gojo yanks up his makeshift blindfold (really a dishcloth from the kitchen) like it’ll make him hear better, scrambling up in disarray, “SHOKO’S FRIEND?” he yanks back down his blindfold and returns to his half off the couch, nearly upside down state. “and you’re meeting her parents?” he crosses his arms and mumbles, “bro-code’s out the window i guess.”
“oh i remember that!” geto says, nearly laughing his ass off remembering gojo’s dissapointment. “when’d you meet her cho?”
“that night. we fucked and she asked me out the next day.” choso replies.
“oh you’re fucking kidding me.” gojo groans out.
geto’s now fully doubled over on the couch laughing, along with half the other frat members.
“lemme see a photo of her.” 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. “cute.”
choso gets about 50 more, ‘lemme see’s before gojo leans up and looks at the screen too. apparently he’s the only one who realizes it’s 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, “oh fuck you, choso.”
⤿ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ [ᴍᴅɴɪ] - suggestive content / suggestive language / down BAD gojo / more of gojo’s pov than reader / angsty-ish
⤿ ᴡᴄ - 5.3k
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✺
satoru didn’t register the extent to which he missed you until he started seeing you in everything he did.
if he watched a show, he’d 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.
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 isn’t.
satoru hadn’t seen you in four days.
four.
granted, it was ridiculous, really, you weren’t together, nor were you attached at the hip and you were both busy people with lives that existed outside of each other.
still. four days.
he knew you visited your brothers four days ago and only got back a day ago in which you’d been swamped with this stupid group project that, naturally, had one guy who was lacking and lazy, forcing you to carry the weight.
he could be patient, right?
satoru was seated on the living room couch, one leg slung over the armrest as his phone rested against his chest.
the house buzzed with the usual chaos around him, music thumping in one of the guys’ rooms, someone yelling about the party this weekend, laughing across the room. the usual.
satoru barely heard any of it, glancing down at his phone for the sixth time the past fifteen minutes.
nothing. just a stupid notification from sukuna bitching about one of the pledges and demanding punishment.
he frowned. he could text you, right?
satoru liked to think you were friends. it is in the name after all, friends with benefits.
fuck it.
gojo : busy?
7:03pm
the reply came five minutes later, a grueling and irritating five minutes.
trouble : yes. ppl are incompetent.
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.
gojo : that guy still giving you trouble?
7:08pm
satoru sighed gently, moving to sit properly, elbows rested on his knees as he watched the little dots appear.
trouble : he’s giving me an aneurysm.
7:10pm
satoru chuckled gently, smirking as he typed a response.
gojo : you know what helps with aneurysms? good dick
7:10pm
your reply came instantly this time and he was more than amused.
trouble : hmm. ill let u know if i find some then.
7:11pm
satoru smirked, heart clenching as he longed to have this stupid conversation in person.
gojo : now don’t make me offer myself up like a whore sugar tits
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 bye
7:11pm
and just like that, the light he felt momentarily passed with a small huff from him.
he was absolutely done for.
he’d always heard people bitch about how the person you’re with shouldn’t be the sole source of your happiness, that they should be an addition. well, that simply couldn’t be true, right?
because it seems as if, these days, satoru’s entire energy is dependent on you.
across the room, geto glanced up from his place rotting on the couch, “what’s up? someone finally tell you santa isn’t real?”
satoru rolled his eyes, tossing his phone on the couch beside him with a grunt, “shut up.”
geto hummed, amused, “trouble in paradise?
“we’re not in paradise.”
geto hummed, “is that why you’ve been all antsy the past few days?”
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?
maybe it was the high he was missing, yes.
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.
he wasn’t needy or clingy. if anything, he was always the one who suddenly disappeared on girls, deciding only with himself when he was finally bored.
but with you? the silence felt wrong.
later that night, he found himself staring at your text thread again.
he typed something then deleted. and again.
fuck, he felt restless, unreasonably so.
it wasn’t like you owed him your time but still.
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.
his phone buzzed again and he jumped.
except it wasn’t you, just another useless notification.
he was absolutely pathetic.
maybe he just liked the routine, the sureness.
he liked knowing you’d show up eventually, standing against his doorframe with that same pretty and unreadable expression on your face, a dry comment on the tip of your tongue that always made his chest ache for you.
maybe he just liked-
his phone buzzed again and thai time, he didn’t pretend he wasn’t waiting for it. for you.
he checked instantly and found nothing.
just a stupid notification.
satoru sighed gently.
four days was excessive.
✺
with his demanding training regimen, satoru couldn’t indulge his sweet tooth as often as he’d liked.
but once a week, he’d allow himself to get the most obnoxious, calorie dense and sugary drink he could find.
so that’s 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.
you’d like this place, he concluded.
it was calm and warm, annoyingly productive.
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-
“sorry, what was that?” the barista softly questioned, having not caught satoru’s words initially because she was too busy watching him.
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.
he spotted you instantly, of course he did.
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.
satoru felt something in his chest loosen but tighten simultaneously at the sight of you, annoyingly so.
satoru was quick to resist the urge to leave his place in line and walk towards you like he you’d summoned him, quickly turning back to the barista and rattling off his diabetes-inducing order.
he was quick to add, “and uh, one of those banana breads with the chocolate.”
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 didn’t notice him approaching until all his 6’5 glory was looming over your space.
your eyes lifted slowly, blinking once. then you leaned back in your chair a bit, expression unchanged, “you don’t drink coffee.”
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.
“look at you, knowin’ everything about me, “ he smirked as he leaned back in his seat, “obsessed with me or somethin’?”
you simply tilted your head, eyes wide and uncharacteristically soft, “what are you doing here?”
“getting coffee.”
“you don’t drink coffee.”
satoru merely smiled even wider. fuck, he was so happy to see you.
“trying new things.”
your eyes narrowed slightly, “you’re getting your double chocolate frappuccino, aren’t you?”
satoru grinned, “ugh, you are obsessed with me.”
you merely sighed, pushing your laptop slightly to the side as you gave him your full attention now.
four days. four days and he felt like a man coming home from war.
“are you coming this weeke-”
“no.” your reply came instantly as satoru groaned at your immediate answer.
“why do you always do this?”
“why do you always do this? why do 40% of our conversations consist of you convincing me to come to your stupid parties-”
“they aren’t stupid!”
you merely shot him a look, sighing gently as you glanced down at your laptop once more.
satoru leaned forward, going to speak when someone approached the table.
“one frappuccino,” the guy placed the large drink in front of satoru, but the frat president couldn’t help but notice the barista’s eyes were flickering to you, “and one banana bread.”
he placed the banana bread in front of satoru who instantly moved it to you.
before he could explain that he’d 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, “you’ve been here for hours, thought i’d get you another one on the house.”
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.
“oh, thank you, nico.” your voice dropped low, softer than usual and satoru felt like you’d punched him in the ribs.
“course, let me know if you need anything else.” with his red cheeks and small smile, nico sighed softly before retreating.
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.
“huh.” he commented as you tilted your head.
“what?”
“you know him or somethin’?” satoru questioned, watching as you took a sip of your matcha, shrugging gently.
“i’ve been coming here since sophomore year. he’s also in my neuro class.”
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 couldn’t tell if you felt for this guy, if you liked him.
fuck, he felt ill.
satoru was not the jealous type, not even a little bit.
even with you, he watched guys look at you a plethora of times, during parties and simply on campus. but he barely cared.
he wasn’t sure if it was because he knew you and knew you wouldn’t give them the time of day or simply because he gets it.
you were fucking gorgeous, of course guys looked at you.
at the end of the day, it was his sheets you were tangled up in, so why should he dwell on it?
but there was something intimate with nico that he despised.
it didn't help that you’d known the guy longer than you’d known satoru.
“i got you banana bread. eat it.” satoru pushed the plate forward, watching asyour eyes tilted down to the loaf, eyes instantly brightening up just the slightest bit.
which was basically a hug and a kiss from you.
“thank you, gojo.”
you were gonna send him into cardiac arrest with your insistence to call him that.
nonetheless, he watched you dig into the treat, sighing gently.
“you have to come this saturday.”
you rolled your eyes instantly, “have to?”
“yes. i got you banana bread.”
you eyes narrowed, “that’s not how this works-”
satoru groaned, “please. just come. it’ll get your mind off everything, give you a little break.”
you gestured to your laptop again, “i’m busy.”
satoru allowed a small stretch of silence, watching as you went back to typing, occasionally sipping your stupid free matcha.
“come to the party.” the words left satoru quieter, gentler as he watch you through bright lashes.
his tone made you look up, interest piquing just the slightest bit.
“why?”
because i miss being around you, i miss doing everything i can to get you to laugh, i just miss you.
but he didn’t say that,. because if he did, you’d run faster than he could catch up to you.
he shrugged gently, “i like when you’re there.”
your gaze held his for a moment longer than usual before sighing softly, “i’ll think about it.”
satoru grinned slowly, knowing that was basically a yes from you.
he stood up from his chair making you look up once more, “you’re leaving already?”
and he knew you well enough to know that it wasn’t coming from a place of wanting him to stay, but surprise that he wasn’t opting for pestering you for the next hour.
“i got a party to plan.”
you tilted your head, “since when do you plan the parties?”
satoru shrugged, “since today. got an important person on the guest list now.”
you rolled your eyes, “go away.”
satoru grinned, backing up onwards the door, “see you tonight.”
you waved him off dismissively and satoru ignored the clench in his chest that only you could illicit. fucking finally.
✺
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.
✺
greek row was chaos only an hour into the party.
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.
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.
but every few seconds, his bright eyes flicked to the open front door, waiting and watching.
it was automatic at the point, he didn’t even notice himself doing it.
he told himself it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter if you came or bailed. you said you’d 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.
his gaze drifted to the door again. nothing.
“my god,” choso muttered beside him, arms crossed and scowling, “you’re like a puppy waiting for it’s owner.”
satoru immediately scowled, “shut the fuck up. you’re just pissed i made you cut your addicted ass back.”
and it was true, he’d made choso start getting high less, threatening to kick him out of the frat. it was an empty threat, but choso didn’t need to know that.
choso rolled his eyes, “you’ve checked the door fourteen times. i counted.”
“see? lay off the weed and you can do math.”
choso scowled once more, “pussy whipped.”
satoru scoffed, leaning back further into the couch, “watch your mouth.”
“can’t believe our two frat leaders are the ones who can’t think without their dicks getting involved.”
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.
you stepped inside like you always did, all unbothered and composed, scanning the room once like you were deciding if you should flee.
but lately, satoru wondered if the looking around was because you were looking for him.
you were a fucking dream.
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.
choso glanced at satoru, thrown off by the quiet when he noticed his gaze at the door, following before scoffing, “right. and i’m the one that’s addicted and needs to lay off.”
staoru didn’t answer, he didn’t even move yet.
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 anyone’s sweaty skin could brush yours.
you hadn’t seen him yet. good.
satoru liked watching you before you noticed him, he enjoyed the few seconds where he could just look.
and just as his heart couldn’t 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.
a guy from another frat, satoru recalled.
he recognized him vaguely, some business major, harmless overall, but satoru’s blood was already pumping faster than it did a second ago.
harmless, except he was speaking to you. he approached you and fuck, you haven’t even been here a full two minutes.
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.
yes, your face was still expressionless, that was good.
he’d seen guys approach you before, you usually shut them down with a sharp look, enough to cut glass. except it seemed as if you didn’t mind this man speaking to you.
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 didn’t care because by tonight, you'll be under him and no one else.
and you were just being polite, that was all.
so, satoru used the few moments to assess you lowly.
fuck, you were so stunning, it was stupid. he thought of everything he’d ached to do with you tonight, of new ways to convince you to stay, of what show you’d wanna watch after he was done with you.
but then, something shifted.
something truly, inexplicably and extremely offensive to satoru gojo.
you smiled.
not a polite, tight social smile you gave old people.
not the half-assed tilt of the mouth you gave fuckass leo the other day.
a real smile, soft and quick, but true nonetheless.
your eyes crinkled just slightly, nose scrunching up in a way that fundamentally changed him when he’d first seen it.
satoru’s brain went completely quiet.
because that smile was his.
he’d never seen you give it to anyone else but him. 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.
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 didn’t feel for you the way satoru did.
choso quipped something out that was inevitably meant to piss him off but satoru didn’t hear a word, ears ringing and already crossing the room, his chest burning and jaw clenched so hard, his molars hurt.
the crowd parted for him easily, stopping when he was right behind you.
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.
you looked up slightly, “gojo.”
satoru’s gaze travelled over the guy, studying him lowly, “hey, baby.”
your brows furrowed just a bit as satoru placed a hand on the revealed skin of your hip, pulling you back and against him.
satoru never called you baby outside the bedroom, he knew you hated the lack of separation.
satoru’s gaze never left the guy throughout it all, the guy blinking once as his gaze travelled from satoru’s hand to his intimidating gaze.
“oh, um, are you guys-”
“no.” you stated immediately.
“yes.” satoru grunted simultaneously.
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, “right, uh, okay.”
your eyes narrowed at satoru behind you, the guy quick to step back.
“anyways, it was good to see you.”
you simply nodded at him, watching as he disappeared into the crowd.
silence stretched between you and satoru, tense and heavy.
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.
you crossed your arms, “what was that.”
satoru tilted his head, “you tell me.”
“excuse me?”
satoru’s fists clenched by his sides, “i didnt know i was the least funniest person ever.”
your tilted your head, so frustratingly unbothered, “what?”
satoru huffed once, “it took me a month to make you even slightly smile at me and some random sigma asshole comes up to you and you just-”
“smile?”
satoru groaned, “don’t say it like i’m stupid! you don’t smile at anyone-”
“yes, i do-”
“don’t-” satoru grunted once before his eyes travelled over to the sea of people surrounding you both that simply thirsted for any drama involving alpha phi’s president, “c’mere.”
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.
you were already scowling, irritation painting your features as satoru shut the door and turned to you, “we have an agreement.”
an agreement? what the hell was he saying?
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.
and now he was spewing bullshit. your agreement didn’t even say he couldn’t sleep with anyone else, let alone for you not to be able to smile at anyone.
fuck, you were making him crazy.
and you could see through him instantly, arms crossing as your face remained bored, “when did we agree that i couldn’t react to other people’s words?”
satoru huffed once, hands travelling into his white locks and tugging gently, “that’s not the point! between that waiter the other day, fuckin' leo and this stupid goddamn comedian of a fratboy-”
you huffed gently, watching the man tug at his hair harshly, “stop doing that-”
satoru ignored your words, continuing to pace in front of you, “they don’t get you, you know that right? they don’t know you like me, how your mind works, your body-”
you didn’t particularly like seeing him this worked up. usually, you didn’t pay half a mind to his little meltdowns, he was extremely dramatic. but this was satoru stressed.
after all, you weren’t heartless.
he was frantic and pent-up with god knows what.
“gojo, what the hell is wrong with-“
“ugh! and that’s the other thing,” satoru took a step closer, jaw clenched with effort, “stop doing that-“
you raised a brow, just the slightest bit, “i told you, you don’t get-“
“do you like any of them?”
the question made your head tilt in confusion, expression offering him nothing as you considered him a bit, “i don’t see why i need to tell you if i did, gojo. you’re acting insane-“
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.
“i deserve to know if you do!”
“why?”
“because-“ 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 don’t seem to care? because if you did like anyone else, that would crush me?
“because we’re sleeping together.”
you scoffed just a bit, “yes. that has nothing to do with talking about our emotions.”
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 didn’t belong to him. you didn’t feel for him.
but god, did he feel for you.
“right…” satoru breathed out, jaw clenching with effort, “yeah, right, no emotions.”
your eyes trailed over the expanse of his face, so clearly tense and eyes low as he watched you.
satoru knew you wouldn’t drag this on longer than you had to, keeping it at that.
you didn’t 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.
“gojo-“ you whimpered against him, almost in protest before the man bit your lip gently, leaning down to pull you up by your thighs.
“shh, baby, just let me-“
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.
“still with me, baby?” satoru voiced against your damp skin, perceptive as you softly turned your head.
“mhmm…”
satoru sighed gently, his large hand traced your spine gently as he sat over the edge of the bed, “wanna shower?”
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.
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.
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 🫡🫡
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 list—or any of the frat boys on your campus, for that matter—but 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 bed—giving 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, honest—I 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 everything—even 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 chest—and neither of you would want to change a single thing.
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.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You looked at him for a long second, still irritated, then unbuckled your seatbelt. “Then prove it.”
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.
“Eat it,” you ordered, spreading your thighs. “Right here. Make it up to me.”
He didn’t 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. “That’s it… Apologize like you mean it.”
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. “Am I forgiven?” he asked, voice rough.
You smirked, still catching your breath.
“Not yet,” you said, pulling him back down. “Keep kissing it better.”
