summary It's his first mixer as a pledge in his fraternity. His goal: get his v-card swiped by that hot, mysterious sorority girl with a bad attitude
tags Fratjo but he's kind of a loser, loss of virginity, inexperienced boy x experienced girl, subby Gojo (kinda), intoxicated sex, alcohol and drug use, cunnilingus, squirting, nipple play, premature ejaculation, squirting, creampie, very mild degradation
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"What's yours gonna say?" Geto asks Gojo.
After week of rushing, the two friends finally got bids from the university's most popular fraternity—Theta Pi Upsilon–and were now pledges. Yeah, the doors it would open after college were cool, but the legendary parties was the real reason they rushed.
"I'm not telling, you're just gonna steal my idea," Gojo says as he scrawls something down on his white wife beater.
Tonight is their first mixer with one of the sororities and it was a white lie party.
"Dude, just lemme see," Geto bargains as he leans over Gojo's shoulder trying to get a peek.
"It's too small?" Geto reads aloud when the writing comes into view, struggling to hide his snicker.
"What?" Gojo asks defensively, "It's a good lie!"
"'I'm not a virgin' would be a better one."
Gojo swivels around in his chair and clamps a hand over his friend's mouth.
"I told you that in confidence!" He hisses through clenched teeth.
Geto shrugs his shoulder, nudging away Gojo's hand. "Nah man, you gotta fix that. Sukuna says the girls in Delta Phi are..." he trails off his sentence, punctuating it with a whistle.
"Don't get your hopes up. They're gonna forget all about you once they catch a glimpse of this," he boasts, flexing his biceps.
"Whatever, virgin," Geto taunts, his cruel laughter echoing down the hall as he leaves.
Gojo had imagined that, not even 30 minutes into the party, he'd have a girl in his bed eager to see if he was really lying on his shirt, but unfortunately for him, not a single girl had come his way. They had all flocked to the brothers they already knew, the ones that have been around for a while and no longer had that eager sparkle that being a pledge had once brought to their eyes. Hell, even the sorority pledges were clinging to the other sisters, following them around as the mingled with the brothers.
He looks around the dimly lit frat house, the disco ball on the ceiling slightly helping him see better; Sukuna, the president, is surrounded by sorority girls that all seem to be immersed in whatever it is he's telling them, Toji, the vice president, is making out with a girl on the beaten up couch, Choso is in a corner smoking weed with Shiu, Takuma and two other girls, Naoya is doing shots with the few girls that somehow tolerated him, and even Geto has a few girls fawning over him and his shirt that says I have a micro penis.
He knew that fucker was gonna copy him.
The thrum of the loud music and slight alcoholic buzz does nothing to comfort the lone Gojo, not even checking out the sorority girls in their sexy outfits brings him comfort.
He's about ready to call it quits, order some food and chill in his room when his eyes lands on you. It's no surprise he didn't notice you before, given that you were sitting on the couch, too absorbed in your phone to mingle with anyone else.
Maybe you were in the same boat as him—another eager pledge that's struggling to fit in at their first mixer—so he approaches you.
You don't look up when he stands by you, still scrolling through reels, he notices.
"You need something?" You reply, eyes still glued to your phone.
He almost winces at your harsh attitude. What the fuck is even the point of showing up to a party you have no interest in.
"Nah, was just curious about your white lie."
In your slouched position, he couldn't see the writing on your white tube top, but he did appreciate the view of your cleavage he got.
You let out an annoyed sigh before clicking off your phone. Sitting up straight, you pull your top up a bit to reveal the wording: i'm staying sober tn.
Your disinterested eyes—that he now sees are low with reddened scleras—meet his cerulean ones.
He nods, unsure of what to say, but you fill that gap in for him.
"Holy shit, your eyes are really fuckin blue."
"That's the only thing you notice about me?"
Your eyes scan his body from the backward hat atop his snowy white hair, to the writing on his shirt, down to his beat up converse.
"Ah, your shoe's untied."
With that, you stand from the couch with a slight stumble to your step as you walk away from him toward the drinks. Getting to see your ass—which looked so perfect in those low-waisted, denim booty shorts with a black thong peeking out—almost makes him forget about the painful interaction.
"Hey!" Sukuna's booming voice shouts over the music. The chatter in the room quiets down, everyone focusing on the tattooed president.
"We're gonna play a game so you pathetic little pledges can mingle."
Slight chatter picks up, all the pledges are exchanging confused looks while some of the senior brothers and sisters are sharing laughter.
"It's called perfect match," he explains. "Toji and I are gonna stick sticky notes with something written on it on your backs and your job is to figure out who your perfect match is without seeing your own card. For example." He pulls Toji over to him and turns him around so his broad back is facing the crowd. His large hand slaps a sticky note that reads pancakes on the other man's back.
"So now Toji would have to ask around for clues as to what his note says until he finds syrup." Sukuna then turns around and reveals the sticky note that says syrup stuck to his own back.
"And then," Toji's gruff voice adds, "once you find your perfect match, you two have to take a shot together!"
The glare Sukuna shoots him implies this was an impromptu addition he didn't approve of, but it's already out there now.
"Maybe your perfect match will help with your little problem," Geto teases, nudging Gojo's side.
"Fuck off. I'm so over this party."
"What? I'm having a great time. Five girls gave me their socials and this other one braided my hair," he boasts, flipping his long, silky hair over his shoulder, revealing one tiny braid that's already begun unraveling.
"Whatever. Do you know what that girl's deal is?" Gojo asks, subtly tilting his head in your direction.
You're standing against the wall away from everyone else, still glued to your phone as you smoke the joint between your fingers.
Geto shrugs his shoulders. "She's a junior or something. What, is she the one you want to swipe your v-card?"
"I didn't say all that," he bluffs, his eyes shamelessly checking you out. Something about your utter lack of interest and your foul attitude is really drawing him in.
"Go on, pledges," Toji says, slapping notes on either of the boys' backs, "find your perfect matches."
"What's mine say?" Geto asks, holding his hair out of the way.
"Shampoo," Gojo answers, completely defeating the purpose of the game.
Both of them scan the room to find their respective matches, but Gojo has absolutely no look.
"Ooh, I found conditioner. Bye!" With that, Geto hurries off to his perfect match.
Gojo's shoulders slump in disappointment. This mixer is not going at all how he hoped.
"Hey, cereal," a voice says as a hand clasps Gojo's shoulder.
He turns and sees you, finally not looking down at your phone this time. You turn your back to him and point to your note that says milk. He'd be lying if he said he only looked at the note and that his eyes didn't wander down to your ass.
"How'd y'know yours said milk?" He asks once you turn back to face him.
“Good at lying, too, apparently," he jokes referring to your shirt.
You quirk up a confused brow.
"Cuz, y'know, you're not sober?"
"Ha. Funny. Speaking of, let's go take our shot."
Your hand clasps around his wrist, sending a tingle down his spine, and you drag him over to the drinks. He watches as you open the bottle of Tito's and expects you to pour the shots in the little, red solo shot cups, but you grab a full sized one instead. Half the cup is full by the time you stop pouring, leaving Gojo wondering if that was what you considered a shot.
"Cheers, pledge," you say, bumping the cup against his chest before chugging nearly two thirds of it. You don't even flinch at the burn or the taste.
"Here." You hand him the cup, your lipgloss mark on one side of it.
It's perverted and he knows it, but he purposely drinks from the same spot you did, however, he doesn't handle the shot as nearly as well as you. His face contorts in disgust as his chest burns.
"Awww," you giggle, "was that too much for you?" You coo with an infantilizing tone.
"N-no," he lies, willing the nasty taste to fade from his mouth. "Pour me another."
"Oh? Let me get you a chaser this time," you tease. But he wasn't gonna object to that.
You open the refrigerator and bend over as you peruse the bottom shelf. The way your short-shorts do practically nothing to cover your ass sends blood rushing directly to his cock. He makes quick work of tucking his hard-on into the waistband of his jeans before you turn back around with a bottle of Sprite in hand.
"Here." You toss it to him and he catches it effortlessly in one hand.
The shot you pour him is significantly smaller than the first one, but still bigger than a shot should be. He better suppresses his disgust the second time around and quickly washes it away with a few gulps of the soda.
You laugh a genuine laugh that makes the corners of your eyes crinkle.
"Gosh," you drunkenly stumble closer to him, almost falling into his arms but you catch yourself on the counter. "Your shirt should've said 'I can handle my liquor'," you joke, poking the center of his chest.
"But that's the truth," he teases, smiling at how your laughter resumed.
"Oh yeah? And this isn't?" You gesture to the writing on his shirt.
"What do you think?" Emboldened by the liquor, he steps even closer to you, leaving neither of you with personal space.
"You don't wanna know what I think." You bring up a hand to cup his face, squishing his cheeks together until his plush, pink lips pop out. "It might hurt your wittle fweshie feewings." To add insult to injury, you poke out your bottom lip in a playful pout and look up at him with fake sad eyes. Jokes on you, though; that only turns him on even more.
He grabs your hand and opens your palm, holding it against his strong chest. "I think I can prove you wrong." He slides it lower, down the ripples of his sculpted abs, stopping just above the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs that peek out from the jeans that hang low on his hips.
He slides your hand even lower until you can feel his hardness beneath his jeans. You slip your hand out of his and take advantage of the free range—palming him to the point of poorly held back whimpers.
His hand clasps around your wrist, pulling you away suddenly.
"What? You don't like that?" You ask mockingly.
"No, i-it's not that. It's just...if you keep touching me like that, I'm going to cum," he admits. He's grateful the lighting in here is so dim so you can't see how flushed his face is.
"Oh my god," you laugh, "you are such a virgin. Cumming from some petting? Really?"
When he doesn't jump to deny it, you put two and two together. "Oh my god, you really are a virgin?"
"S-shut up!" Fuck, if any of his frat brothers found this out, he'd be hazed to high hell.
"Hey," you say softly, cupping the side of his face in one of your smaller hands. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, baby."
He relaxes into your touch as you stroke his cheek with your thumb. Your sultry eyes meet his lust darkened ones at you stand on your tip toes to whisper in his ear.
"But we can change that, if you want."
Holy shit, he could have cum in his pants just from that. His heartbeat thudding in his ears drowns out the party's music as burning lust takes over his body,
By the front of his wife-beater, you pull him down to meet your lips. He's kissed plenty of girls before (and Suguru, but they had socks on and it was for a dare so he swears it was no homo), but none quite like this. Your lipgloss is sticky against his lips and it tastes like berries, which masks the taste of alcohol. You continue to palm him as your lips move in tandem with his. It makes it harder for him to focus on keeping up with you, but damn does it feel good.
Your tongue slides its way into his eager mouth and your hand moves from his dick to cup his face. Unsure of what to do, he timidly sucks on your tongue, surprised by the feeling of a metal ball against the roof of his mouth.
"Touch me," you order, momentarily pulling away from the kiss.
Your hands wrap around his neck and his around your waist. He pulls you impossibly closer, his aching cock right over your clothed mons. All thought of what are to come are silenced by your mouth on his, grounding him and keeping him in the moment. That's all he can focus on, anyway—your tongue in his mouth, licking behind his teeth, tasting him all over. His hands finally stray from your waist and cup your ass, he gropes the malleable flesh, his hands slipping underneath the denim to get an even better grip.
Gojo feels you moan into his mouth as he subconsciously grinds you against his throbbing boner. Fuck, he's so close to just cumming in his jeans. You pull his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away from the kiss.
"Let's go to your room, yeah?"
He nods eagerly and effortlessly picks you up in his arms. The walk to his room is a short one, but in the time span, you manage to cover his neck in hickeys as you grind your clothed cunt over his boner.
He sits you gently on his bed and you kick off your low top converse. Gojo stands there awkwardly, not fully sure of what should happen next. Should he do something? Were you gonna take the lead again?
You sigh and stand from the bed, approaching Gojo whose face you could now see was flushed pink with drunkenness and arousal. You don't say anything snarky or deride him for not knowing what to do like he expects you to, instead, your soft hands slide under his shirt, gliding up his abs, your touch sending shivers down his spine. Your hands stop at his chest. He had spent so much time on pecs at the gym that he could almost give Toji a run for his money, almost. You give them a good squeeze before zeroing in on his nipples. He lets out a yelp when you pinch them.
His dick was oozing with pre-cum at this point, his arousal so strong it was overstimulating. Each tweak of his nipples from your fingers goes right down south to his dick. He really thought he could hold it together until he was enveloped in the warmth of your cunt, but when he feels your warm mouth and that god forsaken tongue piercing on his nipple, he can't hold back anymore.
"Fuck," he groans, head tossed back in ecstasy as he finishes in his jeans.
When you pull away from his chest, his nipples are puffy and red and shiny with your saliva.
"You're so fucking sensitive, virgin," you goad, flicking his nipple, causing him to visibly shiver at the sensation.
He steps up to you, toe to toe, his chest to face so you look up at him to compensate for the height difference.
"I doubt you're much better," he rebuts after finding his confidence again, stepping closer for each of your steps back until you're falling back onto the mattress. He pulls his top off over his head and tosses it aside.
"Try me, pledge," you challenge.
He kneels to the floor between your legs that rest on the side of the mattress. His bright blue eyes look up at you as be unbuttons your shorts and pulls them down along with your thong. The sight of your soaked cunt has him in awe. Just the thought of him being able to have someone like you that aroused brings his flaccid cock back to life. He places both of your thighs over his shoulders, his face eagerly diving between them. You shudder when his nose bumps against your stiffened clit. His flattened tongue laps up the arousal from your slit, stopping at your aching clit. He puts his warm lips around it, sucking gently, making sure not to put too much pressure on your clit too soon. You’re writhing beneath him as inconsistent twinges of pleasure course through your nervous system. That wasn’t gonna be enough for him, though, he wants to make you moan, make you come undone on his tongue.
Gojo applies more pressure to your clit, fully sucking on it, filling the room with lewd slurping sounds.
“Ah!” You finally moan, fingers gripping his comforter. “Keep doing that.”
He smiles against your soft skin before continuing his ministrations. His mouth moves away from your clit, sloppily making out with your cunt until his pointed tongue prods at your hole. Your hands stroke his fluffy hair as he eats you out, his long tongue prodding at your g-spot.
“Oh my god,” you moan, your thighs shaking, “why are you actually good at this?”
He reluctantly pulls away. “I said I’m a virgin, not a loser.”
His mouth is back on you in an instant, this time his fingers working in tandem. Hearing the breathy moans falling from your lips sends more blood rushing straight to his cock, making him hard all over again. God, he was willing to just stay between your legs forever, fully satisfied with getting off to nothing but the taste of your pussy on his tongue and the sounds of your moans.
Your fingers unintentionally tug at his hair, but that only makes him moan against your pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your spine. His fingers and mouth swap places. With no resistance, his middle and ring fingers slide right in. Once he finds your g-spot–that ribbed spongy spot that makes you nearly scream– he doesn’t let up. Not when your thighs clamp around his head, not when your grip in his hair grows impossibly tight, and not even when your ankles cross behind his neck as you scream out in pleasure, your orgasm taking over you.
He wishes he could’ve seen it, so he keeps going. He slides in a third finger as he keeps sucking on your clit, the nub pressed between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. With his free hand, he presses down on your lower stomach which intensifies each sensation.
“Ah! Holy shit. ‘M gonna cum again,” your slur, your thighs shaking. Your cunt hugs his fingers tightly as he continues to pump them up against your g-spot. Gojo, too, wasn’t too far off from his own orgasm. His dick is also eager for attention, but he doesn’t dare take a single hand off you.
You fall back against the mattress, your back arching as the sensation that you’re about to pee suddenly overwhelms you.
“W-wait!” You stutter, weakly trying to nudge Gojo’s head away. When he applies more pressure to your stomach, you can’t hold back anymore. Ecstasy washes over you, your whole body tensing as you cum for the second time, this time soaking Gojo’s face as you squirt.
“Goddamn,” Gojo admires when he pulls away. His pupils are blown, his face flushed and soaked.
“I- How the fuck did you do that?” You ask in awe, your entire body feeling like it’s floating.
“Oh my god, shut up,” you laugh, playfully kicking his shoulder. He catches your ankle and presses a kiss to it.
“You do crazy things to my body,” he sighs dreamily dragging your bare foot down to feel the aching boner tenting his jeans.
You sit up and pull him into the bed.
“Lay down,” you instruct, guiding him to lay against his pillows.
His eyes are full of lust and wonder as they follow your every movement. You unbutton his jeans and he lifts his hips up so you can pull them down. There’s an obvious wet spot on his white boxer-briefs from where he came. You pull those down, too and he springs up, standing tall against his abs.
Your mouth waters at the sight. He’s definitely not too small, matter of fact, he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever had. Prettier too. He keeps his hair–which, to your surprise, matches the hair on his head–trimmed low. Like him, his dick was pale, but it had a pinkish hue to it with prominent veins running along the underside.
When you wrap your hand around him, your fingers don’t even meet. He shivers, his cock sensitive to even the slightest touch.
“P-please, need to feel you,” he whimpers, blue eyes pleading with yours.
You’ve put him through enough and he more than earned it, so, without anymore teasing, you finally give in. You straddle his hips, supporting yourself on your knees as you grab him.
You teasingly glide his leaking tip across your slit. He eagerly watches as you line him up with your hole. Before he’s even all the way in, you start feeling full.
“You feel so good,” he groans, fisting the bedsheets.
Your pussy squeezes his dick even tighter than it did his thee fingers. Slowly, you sink all the way down until his cock disappears into your cunt.
“You’re huge,” you tell him, which makes him twitch inside of you.
“I warned you.” He winks.
“Shut up,” you laugh. “Let me know when I can move.”
You can’t help but laugh at how eager he is. Slowly, you lift yourself up before dropping back down. His eyes are glued to your tits as you ride him. They bounce beneath your tube top in unison with you, falling down slightly with each movement.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, his head thrown back against the headboard, his eyes fluttering shut. Your pussy feels better than his hand ever could, besides, his hand doesn’t come with a beautiful woman attached to it.
You grab his hands that rest dumbly at his sides and put them on your tits.
“You scared to touch me or something, virgin?”
“Hey, you can’t call me that anymore,” he says proudly, a dimpled smirk spreading across his face.
He doesn’t hesitate to pull down your tube top, finally freeing your tits from its confines. Your nipples are stiff with arousal, perfect for him to pinch between his thumb and forefinger. Stars fill your vision as Gojo’s cock damn near splits you in half, another orgasm building up in your lower belly.
“I’m so close,” he moans. His hands are gripping your hips tightly as he meets you halfway, thrusting up into you.
You cup his face in your hands, your fingers brushing against his pink, kiss-swollen lips. He obediently opens his mouth when you prod it open with your thumb. A glob of your saliva drips into his open mouth and he ardently swallows.
“You’re such an obedient little slut,” you praise as you clench down on his cock.
He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you down to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss. Your hands idly play with the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on it every now and then upon realizing it turns him on.
“Can I cum inside? Please?”
You nod, giving him the go ahead, before pulling him back to your lips again. Your knees grow weak. legs shaking as your third orgasm quickly approaches. Gojo moans into your mouth as he fills your cunt with his hot cum. Like the generous lover he’s been proving himself to be, he fucks you through your own orgasm. When you climb off him, his cum leaks out of your cunt, dripping down your thigh.
You collapse beside Gojo on his bed.
“Instead of ‘virgin,’ you can call me Satoru, y’know,” he tells you after catching his breath.
“Okay, Satoru,” you say, trying out his name. You run a finger along his body all the way back down to his sensitive, semi-hardened cock.
“Saatooruu,” you repeat, drawing out each syllable.
He rolls over on top of you, caging you between his arms. His lips are on your neck, peppering kisses and hickeys down to your collarbones, then your breasts. He squeezes them both together before taking both nipples into his mouth.
You can see the smile in his eyes as he continues to suck on your breasts. With his free hand, he strokes himself back to full hardness again before lining it up with your cum-soaked pussy. You moan upon the entry, his large dick still stretching you a bit. Your legs wrap around his slender waist, holding him close as he thrusts into you.
“I can never get enough of this,” he praises.
You can feel almost every detail of his dick–every vein, how it curves slightly–as he thrusts into you. He fills you up more than any other man ever has, his tip pounding against your g-spot.
“Harder, Satoru!” you whine, your nails gliding down his muscular back.
“Fuck,” he sputters, the pain bringing his orgasm even closer.
With one hand to support himself, he uses the other to grip the headboard as he does his best to give in to your demands. Your pussy sucks him back in with every thrust, making it almost impossible for him to pull out–not that he was planning to. When you look up at him with your own lust darkened eyes, you see he’s already looking at you as if you were his prey.
You don’t even warn him when you cum this time, but by how your cunt has a vice grip on him and your eyes roll back, he can tell. He loses all rhythm to his movements when he finally finishes again, his cum dripping out of you before he’s done emptying himself.
Face flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, he collapses onto your chest, nuzzling himself against your boobs. You don’t even think twice before running your fingers through his damp hair. Gojo seemingly can’t keep his hands off you at this point, given that he’s toying with one of your nipples while his mouth keeps the other occupied. This time, yours are the puffy, sensitive ones that are now stained with hickeys. You can’t help but whimper at his touch. When he finally pulls away, he looks up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes.
“Can I eat your pussy again?”
