SATOSHI, GO AWAY, GO AWAY ! 18+ M.LIST
Fanart by xiaoshy_otp on X | OC by @sweethearticism | 4.5k
⚠️: Unlabeled Fratoshi x Nerd F!Reader, Go Away by Weezer & Best Coast, Cursing, Miscommunication, Angst, Pining, So Much Confusion (even I’m confused), Implied Fingering in Public, Finger-sucking, Manipulation, Alcohol(ism), Drugs
Taglist: @1stmagnoila @koriknowsball @jinjen (comsec 2 be added)
Synopsis: Jujutsu Phi’s most troublesome duo, Sukuna and Toji, convinced your RA to let them throw a party at your building. Because the RA has a massive crush on Satoshi, she agreed, knowing he was part of the same frat. Now, what happens when that girl ruins what was supposed to be the night he stupidly confesses his undying love for you?
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“Baby, can we talk?” He asks with that raspy voice that gets your heart fluttering, but you make sure that you hold your ground—at least just this once.
“Pretty girl, let me in…” He mumbles. “Please… I’m so sorry.”
This has been going on for half an hour at this point.
“Don’t push me away. Let’s talk about it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just don’t want to see you.”
“Let’s not play dumb like that. You’re my smart girl, right, babydoll?” He coos, hoping he’d catch your heart as easily as he did before.
“C’mon, babydoll! It’s not real, I swear to fuck—” Satoshi bangs on your dorm’s door again. Everyone is either still downstairs or in the halls, passed out or having a wicked hangover from the party the night before. “I was fucking drunk, okay?! I thought it was you!” Fuck, you were weak. You wanted to see him, to know it was all a sham.
You opened your door with a scowl written on your pretty face. Before you could think, words erupted out of your mouth like a mean volcano. “So it’s not real but you were drunk and thought it was me?! Which is it, dumbass?!” You huff, looking at him like he was the last person you’d ever want to see. “And you don’t need to explain yourself! I’m not fucking upset, why the fuck would I be upset?! You’re not my boyfriend!” You yell—your tone betrayed every single thing you said.
Bla, bla, bla … Proper name … place name … backstory stuff …
He freezes, taking in the sight of you in nothing but your sleep shorts and the Digimon hoodie he gave you last week, when you were too cold during a lecture. You notice him staring, which made your frustrations grow. “Are you seriously staring at my thighs?! Ugh! You’re impossible, Satoshi Gojo!” You shove him away from your door frame and slam the door, loud enough to echo.
“Go away!” You yell from the other side of the door.
The poor boy wasn’t even able to react properly. One minute his eyes were feasting on heaven, the other a big white door separated his vision from it.
“I’m sorry, okay? I know I’m not your boyfriend—but fuck… I’m trying to be.” He whispers the last few words like no one’s ever supposed to know, not even him.
He slumps onto the floor, defeated. He doesn’t move for another hour; he recounts the events of last night before passing out right outside your door.
“Satoshi!” Toji called out from downstairs.
The white-haired man groans. “What?” He said from his room.
“We’re going to your girl’s building. The RA gave us permission to throw a party on their block!” Toji yelled as excited as the guys around him.
Upon hearing “your girl” coming out of his friend’s mouth, Satoshi immediately stood up. “What?! For real?!” He questioned, rushing down the stairs of the frat house that looked too well-kept for the rowdy college boys.
“Yep! Turns out the RA has a crush on y—”
“Yeah, yeah, enough yapping, let’s go!” Satoshi said while fixing his shirt that was probably two sizes too small.
Sukuna laughed. “You’re a fucking simp.”
“You’re just jealous that I can actually keep a girl.”
“You mean a FuBu?” Sukuna teased.
Satoshi shrugged. “Fubu, soon-to-be girlfriend, tomato, to-mah-to. You have neither.” He blew a raspberry against the pink-haired giant.
“Whatever, man.” Sukuna scoffed.
After a moment of childish bickering, the brothers make their way to your building. Satoshi was so excited to see you. They were setting up the drinks and music when Satoshi spotted your form. His eyes immediately lit up, and he ran to you.
He tried to seem cool, walking behind you slowly but not enough to seem creepy. “Hey, princess.” He greets, voice suave.
You jump a bit, not expecting to be acknowledged by anyone. “Satoshi? What are you doing here?”
“Wow, not even a hi or a kiss? That hurts, baby.” He replies dramatically.
You roll your eyes, but a smile creeps up your cheeks. “Whatever, loser.” You huff playfully, going on your tip toes to plant a kiss on the apple of his cheek, grasping his shoulders to steady yourself.
“Hello, my beautiful baby prince, Satoshi!” You doubled down on his ridiculous request.
“That’s more like it.” He smiled and kissed the apple of your cheek. “You’re attending the party tonight, right?”
You looked at him, confused. “A party tonight? Is that why your frat’s here?”
He nodded. “Mhm, you didn’t know.”
“Oh, um… I didn’t know until earlier, so I guess we have that in common.” He says, carefree as always.
“I don’t think I’m going though… I need to study.” You pouted. Fuck, you looked so cute, pouting like you’d fail your final if you just had fun for one Friday night. He could just eat you up in every memory he has of you.
He cupped your cheeks in his large hands, they swallowed your face whole. The sight made him laugh. “You’re too cute.”
Your face turned red, embarrassed, thinking he was laughing at you. He was just drowning in cuteness aggression, swear! “Don’t laugh at me…” You push him away gently.
His eyebrows furrow, and his arms immediately find their way around you. “Oh nonono, baby. I’m so sorry… I just thought you looked too adorable…” He reassured you. That was another thing he loves about you—the way your mouth would curl as your thoughts stabbed at you. It was too cute, too meek—too you.
“How ‘bout I walk you back to your dorm, yeah? So you can continue studying?”
You nodded. “Maybe um… I’ll go to the party after I brush up on two subjects—minimum…” You mumble, and he smiled in response. “Sounds like a plan.”
He took you back to your dorm, saying “See ya later!” with a stupid smile on his perfect face.
Unfortunately for him, that moment of happiness was short lived. Satoshi got absolutely hammered even when he told himself that he’d be a bit more tame for you. He just got pulled into a drinking game, and he faltered.
“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” So juvenile.
“Fuck, that’s 6 shots, Satoshi! Ya sure you’re still alive??!” Sukuna’s boisterous laughs echos across the block.
“Still alive!” Satoshi announces, proud. He prances around the open area, drinking, smoking, and all that shit that you hate. Maybe this is why he wasn’t your boyfriend yet. Maybe this is why you’ve kept him in the friendzone for so long.
He parties a bit more, talking to his friends, talking to girls but not enough to give too much away.
“Choso! Yuki!” He greets.
“Satoshi!” Choso smiles, then he wonders where you are, but Satoshi only shrugs. Didn’t he care about you a little too much two hours ago?
“Probably studying, finals and all that bullshit.”
“What? I didn’t say anything wrong.”
“Well, yeah, but you’re obviously dangerously inebriated.” Yuki said.
A few people were playing spin the bottle, and Satoshi just happened to be passing by. His eyes follow the empty glass of beer. Everything went hazy while he was being pushed into the middle. He felt like he was going to throw up.
“I wish that was me!” A few girls squealed. He couldn’t remember their names. Uhh, the blonde? He made out with her a couple of times probably or that could’ve been another blonde. He doesn’t really know.
“Satoshi’s literally so hot.”
“I dunno, I like Satoru more.”
“He’s for the streets, girl.”
“Probably fucked more guys than you!”
He hears a few cheers, people chanting his name, and suddenly, he was pulled down by the collar and his lips crashed into someone else’s. For a moment, he kissed her back. In his blurry mind, she kind of looked like you—same hair, same height. But her perfume was different. This was weird.
You weren’t bold, barely too noisy, never overbearing.
He pulled away. It was your RA.
“You’re not her…” He says your name like he was undeserving.
She laughs. “Nope, I’m much better! Your piercing’s cute by the way.” She winks.
Satoshi scowls. “No damn way.”
“The fuck?” She stares daggers into him, but he doesn’t care.
As fury boiled in her soul, the large man then walks away, retreating to a secluded spot as the room starts to spin. He lets himself slide on the wall, tired, confused, and angry. How is he supposed to look at your beautiful face now.
Unfortunately for him, things were about to become 10x worse. One of the girl’s friends were able to get a picture of the kiss between her and Satoshi. After being rejected and embarrassed, she decided to use the photos to her advantage. She quickly posted it on her Instagram story, tagging all her friends so they could share it on their own. It was a petty fucking feud.
To no one’s surprise, you saw the photo. You were literally just about to go out to meet him like you said you would. But when you saw that photo, fuck. The way her hands on Satoshi’s collar, so bold and direct, something you never were with him. That’s what she has that you just don’t have. You know it, but if you asked him, would he say the same or would he lie and protect your feelings?
You sat on the edge of your bed, replaying the story with some Chase Atlantic background song that was more erotic than it was romantic. That was his type, right? You’ve seen him with girls like that countless of times before. You were pretty in your own right, but you kind of hoped you were pretty enough for him.
Thoughts swarmed your mind like restless buzzing bees. Did he really kiss someone else? You have no right to be jealous, so why did your heart clench? Were you too much of a loser? Did the kisses, cuddles, and sex really mean nothing? Were you really just friends?
Too many thoughts ran through your mind. You hoped it would stop.
It was the next day when he found out about what happened. Safe to say that Satoshi was livid. Toji and Sukuna were the first people that the hungover Satoshi saw. They were the ones that told him everything.
“The nerd girl you’re always with didn’t come out last night, didn’t you say she was coming?” Toji said.
“She probably saw that fuck ass photo.” Sukuna laughed. “Probably crying in her room like the crybaby she is, no?”
“What photo?” Satoshi asked, dumbfounded, brain still foggy.
“Obviously not.” The boy scowls.
Sukuna shows him the photo on the girl’s story with the caption, “for the streets.” He would never call a woman a bitch, but your RA definitely tested his patience.
He looked at his hand, full of scribbles—a script of what he was supposed to tell you last night. The flowers in his car were probably wilted by now since the sun was shining high and bright.
That’s how he ended up knocking on your door for half an hour before you answered with a furious scowl.
Satoshi’s gone quiet. You wonder if he left. There’s a sick part of you that’s hoping that he’s waiting. You want to be the girl he waits for, please let it be.
You open your door, bracing yourself for the absence of white tufts, but you find him on the floor with his back to the wall. He was fast asleep, clutching his stomach like it was painful to stay upright.
The sight almost made you bawl. You’ve liked him since freshman year, when he sat beside you during University Orientation Week. He clung to you since then, and your heart was his since then.
You left him your flask—pink and full of stickers, some that he bought and a pain killer. Attached to the flask was a sticky note where, “I’m still mad at you btw :(” was written. Maybe you were hoping for a bit more, a push, a whine, Satoshi on his knees… just something. Perhaps you just wanted a storybook ending. It was a stupid little note. What are you even mad about? You don’t even have the right to be mad.
This whole situation is stupid.
He wakes up, you’re no longer there. Satoshi drinks from your tumbler and downs the pill. You’re always so thoughtful, even when you’re mad. He sits with his thoughts for a minute.
You like him, right? That’s why you’re hurt? Wow. Even his affirmations make him sound like a total jerk. He doesn’t mean to make you feel less. Really, he doesn’t. He just manages to make such shitty decisions time and time again. Satoshi hopes you don’t get tired of it. God, please don’t get tired of him.
He sighs. Maybe you deserve a better man (he’s more of a boy), someone who won’t kiss a random girl at a party—someone who’ll be the knight in shining armor he isn’t.
Satoshi stands—tries to at least. Then, he whispers at your door. “Hey, baby. I don’t know if you’re in there, but if you are, I just want to say I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings. I’ll stop drinking and smoking if it makes you happy. I’ll stop acting like a fucking child.”
You didn’t make a sound, but you listened. The fatigue in his voice made you want to cry. He sounds so broken. You wait for him to leave, finally letting a breath out once the sound of his footsteps fade.
Because of this whole catastrophe, you decide to message Shoko, your best friend.
usually, I wouldn’t say I told u so
but this is literally the third time I told u ab a guy that wouldn’t be good for you
he said he’d quit his vices
he’s no good for u, babes
don’t get me wrong, he’s my friend, and he’s a good friend, but he’s incapable of holding down a proper relationship
and that’s fine, just don’t get attached
You put your phone down, groaning as you fall onto your bed. Shoko’s right. Satoru’s no good for you. He hasn’t been since freshman year. But you liked that. He let you live a little crazy for a little while—be someone you never get to be.
Maybe you just liked the thrill, not the guy. Right, why would you like someone that’s so obviously not good for you? More lies you tell yourself.
You sulk, not knowing what to do. Well, you did know what you were supposed to do in the interest of your mental well-being, but you also didn’t want to abandon Satoshi.
Throughout the week, he’s been trying to make it up to you, but you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted to give in too easily. If he got you as easy as he did other girls, he would want you less, no? Yeah, you stuck to that—a stupid defense to stop yourself from getting your heart broken and breaking your own hopeful heart. Maybe Shoko was right. Maybe you just liked the sex.
That morning, he sends you a text like every day since the incident.
thank u for asking, toshii
you’re such a sweetheart, babydoll
You smile at that, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
He frowns at the message you read but didn’t reply to. Satoshi was getting frustrated with your adamant refusal to give in.
“Look, girls like her don’t stay with guys like us. You know that.” Sukuna says, trying to console his friend, failing miserably.
“But I want her to fuckin’ stay.”
Sukuna shrugs. “Then you shouldn’t have kissed her RA.”
“For the last damn time, she kissed me!” Satoshi yells, frustrated.
His friend raises his hands in defeat. “Yep, okay.”
He hated that no one was taking him seriously. He only wants you, and yet people talk about him like he’s a raging slut, who’s going to run you. Like damn, he gets it. He’s a jerk half the time but never to you. If he’s human scum to Toji, he’d switch it off for you. If he tells off Sukuna, he’ll give him a big hug if you wanted him to. Satoshi just wanted you to choose him without being afraid. He wants to be the man you need.
Was he just a big fucking slut in your eyes now? You were never this mad at him. But maybe he just expected you to forgive him all the damn time.
Satoshi sulks. What the hell do you want from him? He’ll gladly give you anything: his card, his clothes, his lots, his houses, his everything! Why couldn’t you just pick him, choose him, love him?
Frustrated, he goes to the university library, where he knows you’ll be. Always studying, always worrying, always at arms’ reach.
He calls out your name, and you turn your head like a moth to a flame.
“Satoshi…” You mumble nervously as he takes long strides towards you, closing in the distance. It felt suffocating, like one of him could block out an entire room.
“You’ve been avoiding and ignoring me.” He says.
When you look up at his face, you can’t gauge his reaction. It’s nonchalant but you know he’s hiding so much. You wish you could deduce what exactly that is.
You don’t know what to reply.
“You know why.” Is the safest answer you could muster up. Would he be mad?
Yeah, he didn’t initiate the kiss, but the whole premise felt wrong. Satoshi was drunk out of his mind like always, and everyone around him tolerated that—encouraged it even! You weren’t one to judge someone on vices alone, but this is an understandably different situation. Still, you felt compelled to forgive the idiot.
“I know, you’ve told me.” You frown as he sits next to you. “And—And I don’t mean to diminish how she made you feel, but I can’t help but feel insecure about it. I know you’re my not my boyfriend, and I know that it’s unfair, but I can’t really change how I feel, Satoshi…” You finally say.
He holds your wrists in his hands, large fingers circling over your forearm. “Look, I know you were in your room when I said this. I know you heard me. But like I said, I’m trying.” He pauses, looks to the side like that would stop his heart from beating too loud. “Trying to be your boyfriend. Not just a weekend lover or a spring fling.”
“Fuck, I want this, okay? Don’t think that I don’t, and just—” He sighs. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Satoshi catches a glimpse of your confused expression with tears building up in the corners of your pretty eyes. He hates himself for thinking about how cute you are right now.
Your lips curl into an ugly pout, frustrated about your own feelings crashing down with your stress from academia. You were absolutely overwhelmed.
“Oh, baby…” He coos, holding your face in his hands. His thumbs brush the hot tears threatening to fall.
His actions make you start sobbing.
He retreats from his chair and gets on his knees in front of you. “I’m so sorry, princess.” How else was he supposed to tell you that he didn’t mean it? Fuck, he doesn’t know.
“It’s not you, ‘Toshi… ‘m just so overwhelmed, okay? And this is just too much… Maybe if I was just a little less tense then it would’ve been fixed. But I’m not.” You explain. “There’s you, that girl, my studies, and a test I almost got a C on.” You let out a shaky sob. “Fuck…”
He frowns and draws circles on your knees, and you laugh. “‘Toshi… that tickles…” You murmur through a sniffle. His lips press onto your knee. “Sorry, babydoll, ‘couldn’t resist.”
You hate that he gets to have you.
Then, he rubs your things with his palms in a pattern you know all too well. Is he really doing this shit in a library?
“Can you give me one more chance?” He asks with baby blue puppy eyes. Satoshi being so cute is so unfair! How can someone literally have it all? Looks, money, charm—fuck. You don’t know if you want to be him or be with him.
He’s a jerk, and you’re an idiot. A total fucking idiot.
You hesitate for a bit, and you see the shift in his mood—from a little carefree to worried. “Okay…” You whisper, unsure but unwilling to hurt his feelings.
The skin on your nose curls with every sniffle, just asking to be babied.
“Awee, you’re such an angel to your dear ‘Toshi!” He says, clearly patronizing you now that you’re back in his grasp.
He sits back on the wooden chair, pulling you onto his lap, your back to his chest. “I should reward that, no?” Your breath hitches. You know what that means, and you don’t know whether to be scared or excited.
You just nod, hoping and waiting.
“You’re so pliant.” He whispers in your ear, licking the shell with his hot tongue. His piercing added an extra shock, the cold metal brushing against the cartilage like it wanted to be embedded into you.
Your hands fly to your mouth, to muffle the lewd noises that were coming out as Satoshi continued to to touch you inappropriately.
“No way.” You lie through your teeth, too obvious, even for a boy like Satoshi.
“Are you sure, baby?” He pushed further.
“I’m sure.” You say, trying to sound authoritative but failing.
How does he manage to do it—shut others out like it wasn’t a problem? Maybe that’s just how it is when people are always drawn to you, no? You never fear being alone.
He stands, placing you back down on the chair, attempting to leave without a word.
You were surprised, now nervous about your next move. Before you could take an actual second to think, your hand shoots up to catch his wrist.
“Wait!” A meek yell erupts from your shy voice.
He smirks. “Oh?” When he turns to you, a soft pout was written on his face.
“But now you hurt my feelings, princess.”
You make a small noise, about to cry again. “‘Toshi…”
“Oh, babydoll…” He whispers, immediately wrapping his arms around you. His fingers lift your chin up. “So pretty.” He whispers while leaning down to kiss the apple of your cheek.
His forehead rests on yours for a minute. He’s trying to tell himself it’s all okay—he hasn’t lost you… not yet.
Then, he looks down at your face, brushing a few stray hairs away from your face. “You look so sweet, pretty. Ya taste sweet too, no?”
His hand travels under your skirt, and one of his fingers hook under your thin cotton panties. God, he could just picture you wearing the pretty set he got you a while back. He hopes that’s what you’re wearing.
Satoshi’s greed gets the best of him because his next course of action was to take a swipe at your drooling slit. “Fuck, so wet f’me.” He rasps, pulling his hand back and placing his finger in his mouth. You were his favorite flavor.
You didn’t even have enough time to react. A small whine left your lips and that was it. It took you a moment to turn red as you realize what he had just done. You were in a library for fuck’s sake! Why the hell were you about to get down and dirty with the guy your friends call a manwhore??
“You should have a taste, yeah?” He laughs at your confused expression.
You were interrupted by Satoshi ramming a finger into your mouth. His saliva mixed with the sweetness of your pussy juice. “So fuckin’ dirty.” He scoffs.
“‘This what Shoko’s always protecting? Your slutty ass?” Again, he laughs. “Bet she’d hate to know that her pretty innocent best friend is about to cum from sucking her other best friend’s finger, no?”
“What? ‘m not doing a thing, sweets.” He smiles, feigning innocence as he takes his hand back, only for it to dip back down into your pretty panties.
He could feel just how wet you are, consumed by the dirty thoughts.
Your legs start to shake as soon as his middle finger enters your aching heat. So fucking long and too fucking good. “Ahn~! Toshi….” You whine as he slowed down his ministrations. He won’t give you the satisfaction of cumming right now. You have to be patient about it.
He curls his fingers just enough to hit that sweet spot in your gummy walls. Slowly, he slips another finger in to stretch you out just a bit more. What kind of man was he without prep?
After a hot minute of a frustrating pace from Satoshi, you tug at his shirt. “Faster, ‘Toshi…” You whine. “I wanna cum… please…”
He doesn’t listen. Why would he? He doesn’t need to.
Satoshi’s fingers quicken, curling and thrusting in and out of you like it’s an olympic sport. His thumb is on your clit, rubbing circles on the nervous bud. “Fu—” Before you could finish your curse, he covers your mouth with his palm.
“Shit.” There was no warning, no sign—nothing.
Sticky slick coated your thighs with a thin glossy film. Satoshi only laughs. “You’re such a dirty girl, princess.”
Satoshi Gojo is yours and you’re Satoshi’s girl—always there to remind you whenever you needed it. He smashes his lips into yours.
“Fuck, yeah…” He breathes.
“My dick sure hopes he’s next.” He says like a weird, but you guess it’s okay. Pretty people can be weird, you guess.
You had to get back to studying, but you needed to clear your headspace. This is the most overwhelming set you ever. You just sigh, falling onto him, so fucking tired mentally and just clenching with your pussy if it meant literally.
“Let’s—go somewhere else…”
He smiles. “Not an exhibitionist? That’s okay, I can coax that out of you.” You turn red, but finally smiling sweetly. Yeah, you wanted it; you just don’t want to be the one to bring it up.
You’re both so fucking confusing, will you ever end up with the hard boy frat boy? One minute he’s absolutely worshipping the hell out of you. Another minute and his mind’s been drifting to shitty nasty places. What’s worse is you’re just going with it. Why wouldn’t you?
“I’ll take you back to the frat house, okay? I’ll show you just how sorry your poor ‘Toshi is.” He says with a faux pout that fits his curated persona a little too well.
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