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Satiable Satisfaction
NERD!JO X NERD!FEM!READER
SECOND POV WRITING
౨ৎ Overview: You've finally reached adulthood, and after begging your father to let you out without guidance, you stumble upon your old friend group back in Highschool who invited you over to go clubbing as your first time of being a legal adult. The only problem is, you never drink. Your father doesn't know, and neither will the person who you took you in that night will tell him.
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"Two sides of a coin" | | He is a freak in disguise?! | | Gojo is older than you | | NSFW | | reader is drunk while being fucked | | no condom | | reader is a daddy's girl | | friends having sex | | virginity being taken away by Gojo
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Everything is non-canon.
౨ৎ Your 18th birthday is here — Your house is decorated with banners, balloons, a bouquet of roses right at your door, and a new limited anime figurine you've been eyeing since last month as your biggest gift received. All of your closest family members come together and sing you a happy birthday as you stand in front of your cake, smiling for every camera that was flashing you with lights all at the same time, and videos taken of you standing awkwardly and still that will most likely be posted on social media minutes after your party ends. And the moment you've been waiting for since you were 15 happens.
"Make a wish!" Everyone cheered, and your father stood there crossed-arms anticipating your response.
"I wish.." .. "for my father to let me out on my own from now on."
And so he did. Your father always spoils you, and not once did he say no. So when you kept bugging him about wanting to be on your own for once, he was hesitant at first. You used to have a friend who's just like you, but a little older — maybe by a 2 year age gap. It was a guy, a really polite, mature, and responsible one, and that automatically makes him as someone your father can trust with you. Unfortunately, you two barely keep contact ever since he graduated from your old high school, so you were stuck on proving to your dad that your other friends are alright and none that are bad influencers. "I'm 18 already, dad" you kept repeating to him over and over again, getting him to just let you out this once without thinking who will go with you and take you home by noon. If anything, you want to be the one to badly influence others, just to give them a taste of what freedom is like beyond closed doors.
After a tireless trial with going back and forth with him, he gave in — and your first mission into adulthood is to go grocery shopping.
It's a hassle for others but it means a lot for you — you can be alone, and do simple tasks, alone.
You go through the aisles, looking down your grocery list while pushing down the cart — it feels different than holding a phone all day, and to be honest, the experience is exciting. Your journey to adulthood has only just begun, and it starts with groceries.
You go to the cold and beverages section to buy your father his favourite beer. He plans to treat his friends tonight, and as always he'll leave you all alone at the house, expecting you to game all day while he's away. You're lucky he's not that much of an alcoholic drinker, but once he's out? He rarely comes home early (He enjoys himself too much outside). You grab one of the alcoholic drinks out of the fridge, and the beer bottle condenses into your hand, making your fingers shiver. "Asahi super dry" it says, and you have to buy like, six of them.
You take your time to individually carry each beer onto the grocery cart, while doing so, you feel someone's shadow hovering over your figure.
A sharp nail captures a strand of your hair, gaining your attention and averting your eyes to who it may be. You were surprised, literally surprised. Out of all people —
"Y/N? Fancy seeing you here all alone!~" Your friend, Yuki Tsukumo excitedly marked. She was seriously surprised seeing you all alone, should you be offended? "You're always with your father everytime I see you going out ~ I'm so glad to see you maturing, sis!" She hugs you without warning, and you honestly felt like pushing her.
She's your friend, up until now she still is, because you two barely contact each other after graduation so there is little to no petty arguments and friendship-breaking fights. Still, she was the one who stopped hanging out with you after your father kept tagging along with your hangouts with them when you were 14. You wonder if you acted too childish or she grew up too fast.
And then there's Maki Zenin, the youngest yet someone who seems to act like the mature one between her and Yuta. She stays where there is no attention, no spotlight; but one way or another people always surround her like a person with high status. "Y/N, long time no see." That same attractive voice she has that made one of the top notch first-year students in jujutsu high fall for her, and until now they're still together — Yuta was it?
"Since you're here Y/N" Yuki drew herself closer. You can practically smell her strong perfume of Victoria secret brand punching through your nostrils. "I would like for you to join us clubbing tonight."
You swear your lips just parted after she said those words. You? Getting invited by someone like her? You barely even go to school field trips with them and your old batch, what makes you think they'll enjoy your company?
Well, not like it matters anyways. You fantasized about going clubbing once: the loud music, the glass clinking, and people taking pictures to post it on social media. You believe it'll be that fun, especially now that you're going with a group.
You both your eyes and lips smile at her suggestion, and you feel shy about it as you reply, "I would love to-"
"Are you sure?" Utahime, the oldest of the group, cuts through your words and interferes into the conversation. She was behind Yuki this whole time with no intention of talking. You've seen her before, and she was there during your teenage years where you had to stop your father causing a ruckus for getting your order wrong Infront of your friend group.
"I mean, I don't mind at all but, you sure her father wouldn't mind?", now you're really offended.
You look at the three of them and shook your head, letting out a sigh, obviously annoyed by how they still perceive you as your past self. You fondle with the strings of your hoodie, "He's not holding me back this time", you replied. "If Yuki is inviting me over then I won't miss the chance of experiencing. Gotta make the most of us being 18, right?"
The three girls shared a smile, then back at you. "Perfect! We'll come pick you up at your place later 9PM." Yuki exclaimed. She gives you a kiss on the cheek — it wasn't the first time she gave one to you, what matters it's out of platonic love, I guess.
"Wear the sluttiest outfit you got" She laughed, accidentally flipping her long blonde hair over your neck, stings like hell. "Just kidding! Enjoy your grocery shopping tho tuts. See you ♡"
Gosh, she is annoying as fuck; nevertheless you love her like a sister, even if she wasn't close with you. At least now, you have plans: instead of bed rotting inside your room with phone on hand and possibly reposting whatever shit you find relatable on soc med, you were actually given the opportunity to go out. "Thankyou Yuki" you whispered under your breath: how dramatic.
Groceries done, using your money for transportation on the way home is also done; beers, check; your father going out tonight, check..and you? Leaving the house and partying. Of course you can't forget to lock the doors and check everything all at once otherwiseyourfatherwillgetreallymad.
You went out of the house with your best outfit — cute, simple, but screams "more than just an innocent look". But your whole demeanor low-key ruins it. You look too excited, and also too nervous. You stood in front of your house 10 minutes early, fidgeting with your phone and the necklace your grandma given you 5 years ago. It felt quite awhile, and you also felt like going back inside the house, but your friends have already arrived to come pick you up.
A black car parks Infront of your gate, windows rolling down and revealing Yuki Tsukumo herself. The rnb was blasting behind her, and you can kind of see Maki trying to tone it down.
"Y/N, babe!" Yuki says with a flashy smile on her face "Oh you are so cute, I could just eat you up!"
"You can just say I'm pretty." You muttered. Yuki just laughs and takes her hand out of the window, "come on get in, you'll sit next to Utahime" she pats the rear door loudly, suggesting for utahime to open it from the inside.
The car door opens, then you went inside without a second look at your house. You expected to be confident by now, but why do you still act so nervous?
"Is this your first time drinking?" Utahime scoots over, nudging her arm against yours. You look away, completely flushed by all of this. "Uh, yeah, isn't that normal?" You shrugged, "Or am I just a late bloomer?"
"Oh honey, it's not normal and yes you're a late bloomer" Yuki laughs once more, and it's louder this time when the music isn't blasting into your ears. She takes a sharp turn, signaling that you and the others are almost near at the club "almost there, girls. Let Y/N go first so she has a good look of the place!"
You four finally arrived. Your heel and theirs click in sync against the cobblestone floor, leading inside the club. "T2 SHINJUKU NIGHTCLUB".. you've heard of this before, kind of, atleast from what you can remember when taking a trip to your mother's place.
As the girls promised, they let you go first to see the club inside. And the place was booming — loud music, glass clicking, people cheering and dancing, and couples randomly making out in the corner. So all of this is actually real and not some sort of fantasy.
And it overwhelms you.
"Like the place?" Yuki looks at you, her gaze obviously tells she expects a "yes I absolutely love it" coming out of your mouth or an obedient nod. You went for the latter, cause you were out of words. Everything about it overwhelms you, even moreso that it's a huge crowd huddling together; you could pass out right here and right now.
Minutes later you're already sat down on a vacant table with Maki, Yuki, and Utahime. You were zoning out the whole time, and didn't pay attention onto anything else or whatever yuki has to say. Drinks were served on the table, and you feel yourself gulping down — if you have an adam's apple it would be bobbing by how all of this overstimulates you.
"Drink's on me girls" Yuki raises her glass, and so did Maki and Utahime. You hesitantly raise yours, expecting an encore or a signal word like "cheers".
The glasses click, and that was the signal to start drinking. Everyone delves into their drink and so did you; you were the only one to give a reaction to the taste. The aroma was fine, but when the liquor hits your mouth? You feel like backing out. 'The alcohol in this must be high' you thought to yourself as you forcibly swallow the bitter aftertaste of the drink. You barely drank half of it, it was too much.
Little by little you start drinking for the sake of not making you look lame. Your friends laughs, and it's a first for you to enjoy their company.
They weren't drunk yet, neither were you, but you were feeling the side effects kicking — is this the first stage of getting completely wasted or wasting time by puking? You don't feel good about all of this, and you just sat there and let the trio entertain eachother with cool stories you wish you had outside of your academic and introverted life. Your eyes gazes to the less-crowded area of the club now, and dilates to a familiar, too familiar sight.
"Satoru?" You whispered to yourself, while the other with him wraps an arm around his neck.
"Oi, Satoru" Suguru Geto said "Be careful, you're already getting so drunk with how much beer you've been chugging down." His words dragged out. Gojo's hand shakes the beer can as he sighs. "You're the one getting drunk, Suguru." He replied, he takes a sip off of his can and hand it to suguru to take a sip aswell. "That's the last one for you. Don't get shoko too drunk either, she's going to drive us back home" he sighed again, grunting "or it's going to be, again.."
You couldn't take your eyes off of him — it's really him isn't he? No other guy would have white hair, blue ocean eyes and snowy skin as evident as his. Satoru Gojo, the man who you used to call your bestfriend and your father's best person to go to whenever it involves you. Sometimes you think he was just acting like a "babysitter" with the way he takes requests from your father about accompanying you somewhere when he wouldn't be around, but he treated you like a friend of his own too.
You miss him, but you won't admit it. He's there standing, and he's gotten more attractive. Before that, he was super cute: with the acne covering his skin, and he had these new braces he'd rant to you about. Now he's just hot.
"Damn" you muttered, and your luck just decides to turn against you when Yuki caught you staring too long at the tall and white haired man. She grabs you by your shoulder, then carries you off the chair and to the presence of Satoru Gojo with ease. Damn you for your strength and height, Yuki.
"Hey" Yuki called out to Gojo and Geto. They both looked at her, then looked down on you. "She's my friend, and she thinks you're really cute." Yuki smugs at Gojo, obviously hinting my 'liking and attraction' towards him at first sight. "Be good to her now alright?"
Yuki places her hands on top of your shoulders one last times, grazing her cold fingers against your exposed skin before heading back to the table with her friend group. You were nervous, literally. You're standing Infront of two tall men that's most likely over 6'0 foot. You shake in your legs, trying to say a simple 'hi'. "H-hello.." you stuttered. Shit, that was fucking lame. Does the two even recognise you?
"Hey there cutie." Geto says with a warm and soft tone that can really rile you up if he talks to you longer than this. He arches down, his long black hair draping down Infront of your face, aswell as his silver necklace shining before you - the pendant reflecting your face. "You're gorgeous.. may I?" Geto reaches his hand out to you, and you obliged. His long and masculine fingers brushes your hair, and you feel his touch grazing every right part on your head; it's like he's petting a kitten. Is this his way of flirting? Because it's working.
"I like you, you wanna grab a drink?" Geto asked. Gojo just looks at you, eyes lingering on yours then to your body — not in the sense of lust, but trying to remember who you are. And when he did, he pushes Geto off to the side before he could close the gaps of stealing a 'accidental' kiss from you.
"Satoru-" Geto groaned; the hit felt personal. Gojo just looks at him before placing a hand on your hip "sorry, Suguru" the nerd half-heartedly apologizes, his eyes gleaming through the thin lens of his thick glasses, "this one's mine."
Geto just smirks at him, but brows furrowed like the hit rlly took a toll on his bicep. "Knew you'd finally find someone interesting here." He spares a glance at you before looking back at Gojo "let me know when you lose interest on her, I'm always here to fetch her." He jest, "catch you later with shoko."
He eventually leaves, allowing you some space from him and have it occupied once more but by Gojo. "I won't" Gojo muttered that only him and you can hear. You blushed, really blushed. Does he remember who you are now or going to take you to pound town?
"Satoru," you whispered, trying to close the gap between you two despite the insane height difference. He was too tall but you were willing to adjust, and yet he backs away, looking at you more with a serious expression.
"What are you doing here?" He remembers you.
"Your father would get upset if he finds out you're here, even with friends." He still acts like he needs to look out for you. "I'll take you home. I'll let your friends know you're coming with me -"
"No." You responded bluntly. Gojo looks at you in disbelief, but it wasn't something he didn't expect of you to respond with. "I don't want to."
"Come on, Y/N don't be like that" he runs his fingers through your hair to tuck it behind the shell of your ear. The smell of alcohol between the both of you was suffocating you in ways you can't describe. "Please?" And that pleading tone of his makes it even worse. "Look, I know we haven't seen eachother for awhile but this isn't a place I'd let you go with someone else other than-"
"You?" You continued, then both of you just look at eachother. "Whenever I go somewhere I always have to bring you around. For once I'm not, and now that we're meeting again all of a sudden you want to take me home?" You tighten your hands together into a fist. You aren't mad, but you don't like how he sees you nothing more than a little sister.
Gojo's body tenses up; He realized how he's treating you, that it feels like a contract between him and your father to swore to protect you - but you didn't realize that, he just wants you all for yourself.
"I'm sorry" he gruff, but it almost sounds like a whimper. "you're right..I'm sorry." Gojo comes closer then wraps his arms around your waist. You press yourself against him as he lays his jaw on top of your head. "I'm so sorry..baby.."
His words made your body shiver. He always begs to get what he wants, even from you, and you know it. It's almost unbelievable that he's going far to lead you on, or that's what you thought. When he began to move his hands up and down your waist, lifting and pooling down your shirt in sync with his movements, you thought he was.
"You're drunk Satoru, is that it?" You finally look at him "This is what drunk people would say — It's not always slurring what's on your mind."
Gojo presses a kiss on your head, and holy shit you swear you feel something pressing hard against your abdomen. "I'm not" Gojo sighed. "Fortunately, I'm not"
"Y/N.." Gojo pleaded again. What he's doing is definitely on purpose. You looked away after he inches his face closer to yours "Please look at me."
"You always like to please my father" you replied, clearly haven't moved on from the conflict between you and his unplanned reunion. "You think what he knows is best for me is what I agree on too—" You hiccuped. In Gojo's eyes your face is utterly flushed and tears start to swell your eyes before you realize you're slurring what you've been thinking in your mind this entire time, and oh, he got so fucking hard.
"Then let me please his daughter" He breathed, cupping your cheeks with his hands. He grew taller, older, and especially fit than he was before. Everything about him, you want to eat him up. "I won't play the 'bodyguard' or 'best man' this time, I promise." You didn't say anything, but he leans in and captures your bottom lip with his teeth, gently pulling onto it. "By the way you're talking, I assumed you've given me permission to do whatever, right?.."
"no." Oh, did your response hurt Gojo.
"You don't mean that" Gojo whispered,
"I don't, but you have to beg for me to say yes."
Gojo grabs a handful of the hair resting on your back then gently tugs on it "No, you don't mean that."
"I do."
"I'll make you beg for it."
You were always so tensed whenever Gojo started acting desperate for something, because you know he'll always get it, even if it's coming from you or your dad. But right now, he wants you, and it's quite obvious enough when he keeps fidgeting with his car keys on his hand as he coddles up with you. To everyone else, this looks like normal PDA, but to you? Yeah, you're getting fucked.
"Your friends seems to be too busy. I'll drive, you're coming with me." Gojo says as he lowers his hand down your hair and to your hand, intertwining fingers with yours. "What about your friends?" You asked as you both head out of the club. "They'll be alright." He cooed.
He lets you in his car parked at the back of the club, which was a rlly quick walk to it especially with the parking lot empty. You sat down on the passenger's seat next to the driver. "And where are you taking me?"
"To my apartment." He's straightforward with it.
An impatient driver like him is all it takes to have you arrive at his place in a jiff. You enter the apartment and see how well organized and modern it is from the inside compared to the exterior. Your head feels dizzy, and you honestly regret drinking too much alcohol. But half of it is what brought you here at Gojo's.
The soft click of the door locking behind you can be heard, then a large pair of arms wraps around your waist once more, by a nerd (just like you), who is just very horny at this moment.
"Satoru.." you hiccuped, rubbing yourself against him as he presses his cock from behind, making him moan.
"You're getting drunk are you?" He asks, biting the shell of your ear. "No, I'm still a bit sober" you hiccuped again.
"Then it would be considered consent if I ask to fuck you right now and you say yes?" He was getting impatient. His hands were already making its way under your dress. "Yes." You breathed, closing your legs as soon as you felt his hand in between them.
"Fucckkkk..." He groaned, "I'm gonna make you mine."
"He pushes his digits against the fabric of your panty, making you whimper and moan from ecstasy and the anticipation of letting him finger you further. He kisses the nape of your neck, your collarbone - until his lips starts to undress every part of you. Before you know it, you were already undressed, bare, naked - and so was he. His pink tip coated in pre-cum rubbing your entrance. "I don't have a condom" he smirks like he isn't ashamed of it. "You want to experience it raw, baby?"
You nod at his request, and he immediately starts making his head push through you while the pre-cum coats your entrance. "That's a good girl." He breathes.
He has you pinned against the wall while holding onto him for dear life, pushing his girthy length inside your tight, little hole. You moan and scream in pleasure as this was your first time, and you never knew how painful it is to take a big cock like his. He kisses you so sloppy, like he was desperate for all of this.
He has you on the bed, pulling one leg up while the other rest on the mattress, breeding you sideways as you cry in ecstasy, just like how he wanted it. You both moan in sync, and you were almost close.
"Satoru!..~" you cried. Was it the 3rd or..nth time you came?
"I'm coming baby" Satoru gruffs "Oh, I'm coming so hard.. don't tell your father about this please ok? This sticks between me and you"
He kisses you messily again before ejaculating his seed into your empty womb. You roll your eyes up as you felt the warmth of his cum embedded within you, and from that moment, you passed out.
You couldn't quite remember anything of what happened after, but you definitely don't remember waking up in the morning already on your bed. You didn't receive any text nor calls from Gojo, was it all a dream?
Until your father knocked on your door.
"Sweetheart," your father greeted as he opens the door to your bedroom. "Remember your old friend Gojo? Well he's here."
You don't know how he did it, but I guess he knows his ways of bringing your father's only daughter back safely.
