⋮ ⌗ ┆frat!gojo x reader except reader isn't easy as hell (pt. 3) <- back - next ->
( cw: reader is lowk mean, use of y/n, mentions of alcohol, swearing, suppressed feelings, smut )
9:30 am
you sit up slowly and rub your eyes, smearing last nights make-up around, morning breath so bad you taste it.
it’s your fault for not brushing your teeth last night. but who can blame you, you were exhausted. surprisingly, you don’t have an excruciating headache, it definitely doesn’t feel good but tylenol and some water will easily take care of that.
you groan and get out of bed.
gotta start the day eventually, right?
as you wash your face and brush your teeth, your mind wanders to the night before. looking back on it, you feel awkward. you and satoru have never hung out. and while nothing happened it still felt in a way wrong. it felt like you betrayed yourself in a sense.
you've always sworn to keep your distance from him because you didn't want to get mixed up with a guy like him and yet you somehow did.
again, nothing happened.
so why did you feel so bad?
you decide to ignore it and move past it. what happened last night (more like what didn't happen last night) stays in the past.
you make your way downstairs to have breakfast.
you go with a safe option and just have some toast with light butter. you feel like you might puke anything else up.
after that you retreat back upstairs and into your room. the day has just started but it already feels slow and long.
there's no point in staying locked in your bedroom all day and rotting away. you decide to get changed and head to the library to do homework, maybe you'll get coffee or tea on the way.
everything on campus is within reasonable walking distance so you do exactly that. walk.
it's calm, peaceful, quiet-
"oh y/nnnn!" a sing songy voice calls out.
oh good god.
you feel your shoulders tense as you reluctantly turn around to face the "oh-so-mysterious" voice that called you.
satoru has a smile plastered on his face and him and suguru approach you.
you groan as he gets closer, "what do you want gojo?"
"well that's not a very nice way to greet your best friend who graciously helped you out last night might I add," he says with a grin.
geto laughs before adding on, "we're headed to the library to catch up on some homework, would you like to join us?"
what're the chances they're going to the library at the same time as you? it feels rude to decline the offer especially because you're going there too.
and imagine how awkward it would be for you to say 'oh no thanks!' but then you walk in the exact same direction as them? your options feel limited so, you agree.
gojo of course takes this agreement to heart and is flattered,
"I knew you wouldn't decline, I mean how could you?" he says happily as the three of you walk.
you ignore him and focus on walking. when the three of you arrive you take a seat at a table in the corner. you immediately pull out your laptop and earbuds to turn on music and tune out satoru.
it's not use because as soon as your music is turned on he just pulls your earbuds out of your ears and you glare at him.
"how old are you?" you ask with a snarky tone.
"ouch. someone's grumpy this morning." he says sarcastically his smile never faltering.
he thinks shits sooo sweet. what's he smirking about?
"i'm fine, thanks. i just don't like when you act like a child all the time."
"it's all part of my charm sweetheart." he says with a wink which in return causes you to scrunch your nose up.
"'sweetheart?'" you ask with disgust.
"don't like that one either, huh?"
"why would i like you calling me pet names? you're being weird."
geto laughs hearing your response, "wow gojo, seems like your losing your 'charm.'"
"wowowow i am not losing shit, y/n here just likes to play hard to get."
you roll your eyes at this, "or maybe i just don't like you?"
satoru maintains his smile at your words and even chuckles, "i can tell you're warming up to me."
“oh yeah? and what makes you think that?” you say with a snicker.
he shrugs, “I just know."
you decide to just ignore him and go back to your homework.
he’s not fully wrong.
you have warmed up to him. do you want to? no. it feels wrong in a way, you couldn’t pin point why necessarily but you could feel it.
———
11:00 am
the three of you finished your homework and you decided to split ways.
you’ve had enough of gojo for the day. when you get to the house, you go up to your room. you were at the library for a pretty long time, you got a lot done, it was refreshing.
you change into comfy clothes before laying down on your bed.
these past week has felt so off. you’re used to gojo making passes at you but for someone reason it’s felt different. you couldn’t explain how it, it just did.
everything he’s done or said has just stuck. especially last night. but that can’t be right, you were drunk, you weren’t thinking clearly that’s the only reason he seemed to be lingering so much.
are you starting to catch feelings for him?
no. absolutely not. gojo was the least likable person ever. all he does is party, fuck, repeat. the only reason he’s been talking to you more is because he’s looking for his next body.
maybe the reason you were so stuck on him was because that’s what you were looking for too.
it’s definitely been awhile.
the last time you’d had sex was when you were with your ex. meaningless one night stands have never been your thing.
but maybe they could be…
no. that’s a bad idea. gojo was a bad idea.
shoko interrupts your thoughts as she barges into your room.
“hey, a few of us are heading to the beach for to hang out and then do a bon fire, wanna come?”
usually you’d say no, weekends are reserved relax days where you isolate and self-care. but right now going out doesn’t seem like a bad idea.
you turn your head to shoko and nod. “yeah, that sounds fun.”
she stares at you for a moment before a smile slowly creeps onto her face, “really? oh my god this never happens.”
you roll your eyes, “i’m going to change and i’ll be downstairs.”
she smiles and nods, then leaves your room.
you turn back and stare at the ceiling for a moment.
‘this never happens.’
this reminds you of gojo calling you boring. were you really that much of a loser it was shocking when you do go out?
that didn’t make you a loser. you were just a bit anti social and there’s nothing wrong with that. just like there’s nothing wrong for you to change that and step out of your comfort zone.
and that’s exactly what you’re doing tonight; stepping out of your comfort zone.
you get out of bed and change into a bathing suit, nothing crazy, just a plain black bikini.
as you check yourself out in the mirror you get a glimpse of the tattoo on your back. shamefully, you start thinking of how much satoru seemed to like it.
it doesn’t matter what he thinks about it, stop thinking about him so much.
you packed a small tote bag with sun screen, extra clothes, etc. all the necessities. you put on some sandals and a shirt and head downstairs with shoko and the other girls. some drive, others walk.
you and shoko decide to walk. it’s not super far and it’s a nice day.
“so, what made you want to join us today?” shoko says, balancing a cigarette between her lips.
you shrug. “i don’t know, i just.”
“hm. well i’m glad you did, this is going to be fun!”
“i hope so!” you say with a smile.
you guys walk in silence for a moment before she adds on.
“hey… is something going on between you and satoru gojo?” her voice has a humorous undertone.
your eyes widen as you whip your head towards her, “no?! where the hell did you hear that from?”
what could possibly make her think that? because you guys hung out for a little bit at one party, you guys are a thing?
technically it was more then one thinking back on it. satoru always found a way to throw himself at you. but no one said anything then. did someone see you with him and suguru at the library? that was a group thing, why would that spark a rumor between you and satoru.
is satoru saying things? it’s not the craziest idea. he always enjoyed making your life harder.
god, you hated him.
shoko just laughs, you probably sounded more defensive then you should’ve, “i didn’t hear anything, i saw you two leave the party together so i just assumed… y’know.”
“i guess…”
shoko takes a puff and blows it out smoothly as you the two of you continue to walk in silence.
when you get to the beach, you notice an area already set up. people have small sun tents set up, the wood is already in place ready to be burned later, girls are laying on towels tanning, music is playing.
it’s a fun, lively environment and it’s refreshing in a sense.
you and shoko set your towels down along with your other belongings under one of the tents. she runs off somewhere and you decide to sit down and read.
you sit down on your knees then take the shirt you had on, off leaving yourself in your bikini.
you start applying sunscreen, you start with your legs, then arms and torso and chest, it gets harder when you start trying to apply it onto your back.
as if on cue, satoru approaches.
“need some help?” he asks with his signature smirk.
you turn your head to look at him.
fuck, you hate how hot he is.
he’s wearing swim trunks, low on his waist, his shirt fully unbuttoned showing off his abs and god does he have abs. his hair styles messy yet again, bright blue eyes staring right down at you.
you quickly turn your head away and clear your throat.
“i’d rather get a sunburn.” you say as you continue to struggle to fully spread it onto your back.
he scoffs then sits down behind you, “oh come on, can’t let a pretty thing like you get all burned up.” he snatches your sunscreen from off the ground and squirts some in his hand, but before he can actually touch you, you move.
you turn around so you’re facing him and glare, “i know you struggle handling rejection, but i said no.”
“okay, fine. suit yourself. have fun getting burnt alive.”
you were lying, you did not want to get a sunburn. you groan before responding, “fine…”
satoru smirks are you.
“great, lay down.”
“why do i need to lay down…”
“just lay down, it makes it easier.”
he’s so annoyingly persistent. you choose not to argue with him and lay on your stomach. moving your hair to the side and resting your head onto your arms.
he rubs the sunscreen around on his hands a bit before gently massaging it onto your back. he starts with your upper back, the part you were struggling the most to reach, and slowly yet surely makes his way lower.
before you could say anything, he unties your swimsuit in the back. your face turns red and you immediantly tense. if you sit up you’ll probably flash everyone.
“gojo what the fuck?!”
“calm down, i’m just making sure i spread it everywhere.” his voice carrying a humorous undertone.
“you do not need to be doing all this.”
“i accidentally put a lot in my hands, i have to rub it around a lot or your back will stay white.”
you groan loudly and keep your head down.
his hands working smoothly along your skin. it felt nice, you just didn’t like receiving it from him. the longer he touched the more bold he got, touched your butt a little but you quickly snapped at him.
after awhile, he finally ties your top back up. you quickly sit up onto your knees and shove him, it doesn’t do much because he stays sitting up.
“you did not need to be that handsy,” you say with a glare.
he holds his hands up in surrender and acts innocent.
“aw c’mon, i’m just trying to make sure you don’t get a sunburn!”
“yeah, sure you are, pervert.”
he gives you a cocky smile before laying down, taking up half of your towel.
you glare at him, “didn’t you bring your own shit? why are you over here messing with mine?”
his eyes are closed as he lays facing the sun, his arms behind his head supporting him.
“i like hanging out with you.”
he wasn’t lying. being around you was a breath of fresh air. he didn’t let it show but you kept him humbled, you grounded him. you’ve told him off to his face multipule times, you weren’t scared to tell him off when he needed to be.
he thinks back to a party from awhile ago where he was a drunk as can be and per usual decided to mess with you. slinging his arm around your shoulder and you quickly shoved it off the pushed him onto the couch.
he remembers the way you yelled at him woth no shame, calling him a sloppy drunk and that he needs to leave you alone for once and find someone else to fuck.
he liked you.
he really liked you.
but you were, you. you didn’t sleep around and get drunk all the time, you had actual standards.
you roll your eyes at his words. instead of fighting him, you lay down next to him.
your arms lightly brushing as you peacefully lay together.
the ocean waves create a soothing sound, you feel a light breeze from the wind. it’s perfect.
it’s so perfect that both you and gojo fall asleep for an hour.
when you wake up you’re basically in the same position, gojo however is snoring and sprawled out.
one of his legs draped over yours, an arm around your waist. you couldn’t tell if he genuinely moved around in his sleep a lot or if this was purposeful, but when you notice you shimmy out from under him and sit up.
thank god for the tent, you’d have a nasty uneven tan right now or worst you would’ve just burnt.
you stretch your arms out and yawn. the nap was very refreshing, maybe not the most ideal thing to do for a beach day but it’s whatever. plus the sun is starting to set meaning the bon fire was going to start soon.
gojo wakes up very soon after you and slowly sits up while yawning.
“how long were we out for?” he asks groggily.
you shrug as you look over at him. gojo lets out a loud groan as he stretches.
he must’ve ditched his button up while sleeping because it’s gone and his upper half is on full display. you could see him before when his shirt was unbuttoned but this still felt like a lot more.
he looked so good it was unbearable. the way he was sitting while leaning back on his arms with his head tilted back. his sharp jawline prominent, and something about his neck and the way you could see his adam’s apple bob slightly was driving you crazy.
he’s ripped. biceps are huge, abs of steel that are hypnotizing, you didn’t even want to get started on how low his bottoms were.
you felt like a cat in heat, what the fuck is wrong with you? this is just like earlier when you couldn’t stop thinking about him except now he’s here on display and it’s harder to resist.
“y/n?”
you were so lost in thought you didn’t realize you were shamelessly staring at his body.
whore.
you avert your gaze to look at his face, “hm?”
his infamous smirk slithering onto his face as he spoke, “see something you like?”
you glare and you feel your face heat up slightly, “no.” you quickly turn your head away to avoid looking at him.
he just laughs.
just then suguru approaches the two of you.
“hey, satoru do you mind running back to the house to grab something?"
he sighs dramatically and thinks for a moment, “what’s in it for me?"
“$20."
“deal!"
suguru smiles and offers a helping hand for him to stand up.
gojo stands then looks at you, “you’re coming with me."
you look up confused, “uh, no i’m not?”
“y/nnnnn-“ his voice his whiny, he is not going to leave you alone if you don’t go with him so you cut him off before he gets more annoying.
“oh my god, fine."
you stand up and brush some sand off of you. he smiles happily as you walk with him. the fraternity house is pretty far plus it’s getting dark outside so you take gojo’s car. you were in here last night too.
you guys don’t talk much on the way their, he has the windows rolled down and is playing music.
when you do get there, he turns the car off and you both head inside. the house isn’t fully clean but it’s also not a huge mess. it’s definitely the cleanest you’ve ever seen it.
also the emptiest.
you mindlessly follow him not knowing what else you’re supposed to do.
“alrighty, geto wanted me to grab more alcohol and cups, choso wants his stash..."
gojo’s voice basically fades out as you watch him. his back is turned towards you while doing so and you can’t help but stare. every small movement highlights different parts of him.
he turns around to look at you and has a small smirk while doing so.
“you okay?"
you nod slowly, “yeah I’m fine."
he tilts his head slightly and takes a step towards you, just inches away.
he’s so close, you smell his sweet musk like from the other night only this time you’re not drunk, it’s effect only seems more strong, it’s intoxicating.
“you sure?"
you nod again, keeping quiet.
his smile only grows as he stares at you, “nah, somethings off, because usually, you would’ve already shoved me away already.”
he grows a bit more bold, one hand going to your waist, “talk to me y/n, what’s wrong?” he says softly.
your hearts racing, your body feels hot, your full of need.
you need him.
without thinking, you shove your face to his and kiss him. he’s definitely taken aback at first but quickly adjusts, both hands gripping your waist. your arms wrap around his shoulders.
the kiss is anything but sweet, it’s messy, full of lust and need. was this a good idea?
‘stepping out of your comfort zone,’ remember.
gojo groans softly into your mouth when you shove your tongue in his mouth. his grip on you tightening, hands traveling, one moves lower and squeezes your ass, the other stays put.
he backs you up onto a wall and practically grinds into you, you can feel his bulge and how hard he is already.
he breaks the kiss so he can travel down to your neck, his kisses wet and desperate, he keeps himself pushed as close to possible you.
you let out a shaky moan at the feeling of his mouth on you, the hand on your ass moving to rub your cunt through your bikini.
he smirks as soon as he feels it. you’re embarrassingly wet, you’re soaked through your fucking bottoms.
“fuck baby... s’this all for me?” he says teasingly.
‘baby.' he’s just saying it to keep the mood set. don’t read into it.
you let out an embarrassing whimper in response.
you sound so stupid, he’s barely touching you and you’re a mess. get a fucking grip.
he doesn’t hesitate to pull the strings on the sides of your bottoms, they quickly fall to the ground and as soon as they do satoru is on his knees in front of you, “let me get a taste of you, please?"
your breathing is so heavy, any words you try to form get caught in your throat, all you can do is desperately nod. he licks a strip along your pussy, staring up at you as he does.
you quickly throw your head back wanting to avoid looking so pathetic in front of him. it’s hard to keep composed the way he works his mouth on you. he does an almost nodding movement with his head as he tongue fucks you, his nose brushing onto your clit. your knees feel weak and shaky, he puts one of your legs onto his shoulder, his other hand holding onto your hip/waist.
“taste so fucking good... can’t believe you were keeping this from me.” he says breathily against you.
he starts lightly sucking on your clit, one hand moving between your legs to fuck you onto his fingers. he easily slips two in and curls them up into you. you can’t fight back the moan that’s pulled out of you as he keeps the movement going.
“o-oh fuck gojo...!"
you grind down on him and you can practically feel the smile on his face, “that’s right, lemme hear you baby."
it feels so unbelievably good. words can't describe it, you know If he keeps going you’ll cum but you don’t want to yet.
you want more.
you quickly shove him and he falls back onto his ass, face full of confusion.
“what happened? did i do something wrong?"
you shake your head as you help him stand up, “where’s your bedroom?"
“it’s upstairs... why?"
you roll your eyes before responding, “i don’t want to fuck in the hallway of your house, take me to your bed like real man."
his smirks returns to his face at your words, he grabs your hips and pulls you to him before kissing you. this one isn’t as messy. it’s a bit slower. it feels more intimate in a way. he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you upstairs.
when he gets in his room, he drops you onto the bed. you undo the string of your bikini top and toss it to the side.
satoru stares at you like you’re the only thing that exists in the world. he mumbles under his breath, “you’re so fucking beautiful..."
he practically lunges at you to kiss you again, crawling on top of you. he deepens the kiss by shoving his tongue in your mouth and you moan at the feeling.
everything he does feel so incredibly good, you didn’t know if it was because of how horny and sensitive you were or if it was just the affect he had.
your hands travel between your bodies to untie his swim trunks. he sits up to shimmy them the rest of the way off and you watch as his dick springs free.
it slaps against his stomach, it looks painfully hard, pre-cum practically oozing out of it.
you’re drooling at the sight, you wanted nothing more, no, needed, nothing more then to have him inside of you fucking you dumb.
you sit up slightly so you can stroke him softly.
you use your thumbs to spread his pre-cum around, creating a lubricant making it easier for you to stroke him. he is not quiet. he’s letting out loud, shakily moaning as you do so.
he looks so out of it and the two of you had barely done anything. that needed to change. you sit up more and push him down so you can straddle his lap.
his hands immediately find placement on your hips and ass, squeezing the flesh in his hands. you hold his dick steady as you start to sink down, you both groan in unison at the feeling, foreheads put together.
he was huge, his cock was thick and heavy and you felt everything.
one of his hands softly stroked your back before holding the back of your neck to make you look at him. “wanna see you take all of me..” he says softly, blue eyes staring right into yours.
you squeeze your eyes shut as you slowly sink down more, he gives a small thrust to help you out, earning him a loud moan from you. once he’s bottomed out, you both sit still for a moment, you’re catching your breath and trying to adjust.
neither of you have moved yet but you feel so full, so good. you make the first move by rocking your hips forward slightly, breathily moaning as you do so.
“feel s’good toru...” you moan out.
he smiles at the nickname before thrusting up, “yeah baby? like the way my dick feels?"
your hands grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into him as he does so. all you can do is nod. the pace picks up as he’s fucks up into you while rock your hips.
he’s desperate gripping your hips to help bring you down onto him as you do so, “fuck, fuck, fuckk, your pussy feels so good."
your legs are tired as you try your hardest to keep the pace going, it’s hard though with how he thrusts messily up into you.
every thrust creates a squelch sound, your so wet you’re dripping all over him, everything is a mess. you’re both desperate and pathetically moaning into one another.
foreheads pressed together, hands grabbing the on each other. gojo keeps you pulled as close as possible, wanting to feel every inch of you, inside and out.
his thrusts get messier and more frantic, he’s doing practically everything, your legs giving out.
you guys flip over and he folds your legs into a mean mating press before shoving himself back in, you let out a loud moan as he does.
he fucks into you hard, practically grinding into you more then anything, hitting just the right spot.
he’s loud, all he does is pathetically moan and groan as he fucks you. his hands desperately gripping onto your thighs to keep you in place.
your arms were wrapped around his neck, his face buried into your neck.
“i don’t kn-know how much longer i-i can.. nhghh... go with you squeezing me like that sweets..."
he thrusts are desperate and messy, you can tell he’s close, especially with the way he’s trembling, but so were you, “m’close! p-please...!” you whimpered out. you couldn’t form a coherent thought or sentence. you were so fucked out.
“wanna feel that pretty pussy cum all over my cock, c’mon baby..."
that’s all you needed to push you over the edge, your legs shaking, back arching, absolute euphoria washing over you. you moaned his name out loudly and squeezed down on him pulling his orgasm out.
he let out a shaky moan and whimpered out your name.
neither of you cared that he was fucking his cum into you, all you cared about was how good it all felt, your fluids mixing and dripping onto his bed.
he slowed down as you both came down from your highs. his breath hot against your neck.
you both laid there for a moment relishing in the moment. both of you were sweaty and tired.
after awhile, gojo softly kissed your neck and cheek before pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. he laid down on the other side of you and you both stared at the ceiling.
you just fucked satoru gojo.
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