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Go For It, Gojo! - G.S.

Synopsis. You wouldn’t fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paid… …is what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, academic rivals to lovers, student president! reader, unprotected sex, banter about physics, cunnilingus, oral sex (male + female), 7 minutes in heaven, college! AU, 69, Satoru is a tease down bad for you (and has a big dick), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, hardass), swearing.

Word count. 10.2k

A/N. I really don’t like physics. Art by @_3aem on X.

Life truly has an awful sense of humor - almost as bad as Gojo’s, which you discovered on the first day of Advanced Quantum Physics.

The air charged with nervous energy and the scent of freshly printed syllabi, you quickly snag a seat right at the front row of Professor Yaga’s class.

Ah, you’ll never forget how peaceful those few seconds to yourself after introductions were - before the devil incarnate dramatically swung open those lecture hall doors and plopped himself down right next to you. Late.

“Any closer to Yaga and you’d be fucking his wife, y’know.” a voice hums from beside you, shattering your daydreams of passing this class with flying colors and riding a wave of glory into becoming a Nobel prize-winning physicist.

With a slight scowl, you turn your attention to the source of disturbance - only to meet eyes with (self-proclaimed) campus sweetheart, Satoru Gojo, leaning on his chair with an air of nonchalance. At your silence, he repeats, “I said any closer-”

“I heard what you said.” you snap, irritation flaring at the amused twinkle in his blue eyes and the mirthful grin that spreads across his lips at your reaction. “Doesn’t erase the fact that you’re sitting here too.” you raise a brow.

“Oh me? That’s because I’m already fucking his wife, sweetheart.” he deadpans with a blank expression.

What? The tense silence that follows is deafening - for the first time ever in your life, you were shocked into speechlessness.

A beat passes. One. Two. Before Gojo bursts into hysterics, clutching his stomach. “You- you shoulda seen the look on your face- HAHAHA-” he gets out between uncontrollable laughs. Face burning, you train your eyes forward and will yourself to not glance at the 6’3 mess cackling beside you.

Ugh. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Just think happy thoughts - kittens, quantum mechanics, being valedictorian. Desperately attempting to block out the giggling thorn at your side, you recoil at Professor Yaga’s extremely disapproving look in your direction.

Panicking, and dreams of being his ace student slowly flushing down the drain, you quickly flip through your notes, attempting to catch up to where the lecture had now started.

“Looks like we’re in trouble, partner~” Gojo’s dramatic stage-whisper catches the attention of students around you, them chuckling at your expense.

“Hey, you’re the student president, right? Hey~ Heyyy prez~” As Professor Yaga continues his spiel about the syllabus, you continue to very obviously ignore the incessant comments that spill out of Gojo’s lips, to stifled laughs from his fast-forming entourage.

The harder you tried to focus on Professor Yaga’s words, the louder and more absurd Gojo’s comments became - as if he’d made it his personal mission to enrage you. A sense of impending doom looming over you, you glare at him with a look that could’ve melted steel, hissing out, “Do you ever in your life shut the fuck up?”

Eyes widening in mock innocence, he grins “Oh~ I didn't know our student prez could get so feisty. Maybe I should take notes instead of doodling hearts around your name in my notebook.”

Ears ringing in embarrassment and frustration, and mind a whirlwind of how bad it would really be if you killed Gojo right here, you almost miss Professor Yaga’s question, “Now, would anyone here be able to discuss the interpretations in the debate between the Copenhagen interpretation and the Pilot-Wave theory?”

Teetering on the edge of your seat, you raise your hand, scrambling to salvage whatever is left of your academic reputation. You and- Gojo?

You start at the call of your name from Professor Yaga, “The Copenhagen Interpretation uses Heisenberg's uncertainty principle and emphasizes measurement to state that quantum-level particles can act as both waves and particles. It’s the most widely accepted and pragmatic theory.”

Gojo basically falls out of his seat in eagerness to answer after you.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Gojo.”

You internally groan, ready for whatever bullshit was about to come out of his mouth.

With a deep breath, “Not to be the devil’s advocate but the Pilot-Wave theory makes way more sense practically.”

Professor Yaga raises an intrigued eyebrow at Gojo’s statement, the class collectively holds a breath - as if awaiting the impending academic battlefield.

Gojo, with a cocky grin, plows on, “Think about it. The Pilot-Wave theory suggests that particles have definite positions and paths, unlike the uncertainty principle of the Copenhagen Interpretation. It's like predicting where a ball will land after you throw it, rather than saying it could be anywhere until you look."

Oh? He wasn’t a complete idiot?

Yet, you roll your eyes, “But the Pilot-Wave theory is too fanciful, it brings in too many hidden variables that have their own set of problems. It goes against the measurements and principles of locality!”

Unbothered by the challenge, Gojo leans back further in his chair, “What’s a couple complications? It’s a lot clearer on a microscopic level, none of that weird uncertainty of the Copenhagen Interpretation.”

Irritation running through your veins, you scoff at his condescending tone, “It might seem intuitive, but experiments and observations support the probabilistic nature of quantum mechanics.” You’re almost out of your chair at this point, an accusing finger pointed at Gojo. “Despite its weirdness, the Copenhagen Interpretation has proven successful in predicting outcomes.”

“Oh yeah? And it’s also only used by hardasses that just want to shut up and calculate, sweetheart.”

“Big talk for a little bi-”

“OKAY STUDENTS, that’s enough for now. Let’s put a pin in this discussion and move on with the topic.” Professor Yaga, who had been watching the debate with amusement, promptly ends it once you two begin to get overly heated.

The rest of the class, on the edge of their seats and probably hoping for some fists swinging between the academic titans, now sit back in disappointment at the fight cut off early.

You sit back in indignation, fuming at how Gojo had gotten you so worked up. And he was wrong too!

The lecture continues as if you two were never two curse words away from each other’s throats.

But, in the midst of it all, your glare meets blue, sparkling with amusement - a jolt of electricity runs through your body at the glint of recognition of the other’s brilliance. An unspoken yet undeniable competition.

You’ve avoided Gojo like the plague for the past few months since then - which isn’t doing much when said plague follows you around everywhere with incessant calls of “Hey, hardass prez~”. The only time you seek him out being to gloatingly show off the large, red “100” on your tests - to which, unfortunately, he does the same.

It’s stupid. It’s childish. Honestly, sometimes you think he just tries to get under your skin for the hell of it.

But you don’t have the time to think too deeply into that.

Just like you don’t have time for this frat party.

Music and alcohol thrumming through your veins, it’s always the same thing. You’d rather be holed up getting ahead of your physics textbook than be here. Yet, you owed a favor to your friend Haibara - and he’d been bugging you to come to this party for weeks now.

You’ll just stay another hour then leave, you sigh.

Zoning out as Haibara plays an overly-intense game of beer pong, you’re startled by an arm around your shoulder. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our lil’ prez looking like she’d rather peel paint than be here.” The expensive cologne hits you before the realization of who this was. “Drooling over the jocks? I recommend the STEM majors, sweetheart, jocks aren’t that great in bed.”

Quickly shrugging off his arm, you scowl, “Not like STEM majors are any better. And unlike some people, I have goals beyond being the life of the party.”

Decked out in slacks and a slightly too-unbuttoned shirt, Gojo chuckles, “Yeah, like what? Banishing fun?” Cerulean eyes gleaming with mischief, “You gotta let loose for once, sweetheart. Not everything in life is about academics and accolades.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes “Well not like I-” but whatever snarky retort gets caught in your throat as Gojo seizes your hand, effortlessly pulling you onto the dance floor.

Caught off guard, you can do nothing more than sputter in surprise as he leans down to murmur in your ear, above the bass reverberating the walls, “C’mon hardass, sometimes in life, you just gotta- dance!”

Gojo spins you into a dramatic dip, his silver chain brushing your face and his hand on your back burning into your skin.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment - yeah, embarrassment - as the people around you cheer in amusement at the science department’s biggest rivals navigating the dance floor with surprising chemistry.

This was ridiculous. And yet, music ringing in your ears, you almost crack a smile. Almost. That is until your eye catches Haibara’s surprised ones from the side of the dance floor. Wait - here you were dancing with Gojo.

Gojo pain-in-your-ass Satoru.

Immediately pushing him off with a hand to his chest, you don’t listen to whatever spills out of his mouth as you make your way to Haibara, disappearing with him into the crowd.

“Hey, hey you okay? Wasn’t that the guy you were manifesting would step on Lego with his bare foot?” Haibara’s concerned voice speaks up from wherever you were dragging him through this sprawling frat house.

“Ugh, yeah. Sorry about that, I don’t even- Anyway, how did the beer pong go?” you snap out of your reverie. What happened there? You were almost…enjoying yourself with Gojo Satoru of all people.

Listening to Haibara brag about his dominating beer pong win thankfully took your mind off of your little endeavor with Gojo.

“And then Yuji totally-”

“AH, THERE YOU ARE! Perfect, come join we’re two people short!” your kinda-friend Shoko’s drunken drawl breaks through the conversation. You can barely get a word out as she forcefully drags you two into a dimly lit room against your protests.

The atmosphere heavy with beer and laughter, she plops you two down onto the floor in a neat circle of people before taking her seat beside you. “GREAT! Now we’ve got everyone, we can finally start.”

With a mischievous grin, Shoko declares, “Alrighty, folks! Time for the ol’ classic - we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven!” pulling out an old-fashioned, tattered hat from behind her back, to a collective mix of groans and cheers from the circle.

“Where did you even find that ratty old thing, Shoko?” a sharply handsome man - Geto, you think - chuckles from his seat opposite you. And beside him- your heart stops. Gojo.

A smirk curling his lips and twinkling blue eyes locked on you.

As if on instinct, you move to get up - only to be brought back down by a hand on your wrist. “Nuh-uh, no one’s escaping, c’mon it’ll be fun.” Shoko smirks, beginning to hand out pieces of paper to write down your names.

Apprehension pooling in your stomach, you share a glance with Haibara, who was honestly just happy to be here. Reluctantly, you scrawl down your name, tension building as it drops into the abyss of the hat.

“As our first attempted escapee, I think the prez should go first.” that agitating voice you knew too well speaks up. If looks could kill, Gojo would be six feet under and you’d be dancing all over his grave with a textbook on the Copenhagen Interaction.

To agreeing laughter - and your impending doom - the hat is promptly placed in front of you. God, you knew you should’ve stayed home. With a shaky hand, you delve in, grasping onto a slightly crumpled piece of paper.

Not Gojo. Please not Gojo. Literally anyone but Gojo-

Turning it over.

Satoru Gojo.

You jolt in surprise, rereading the hasty handwriting over and over - as if willing it to change. This must be some kind of sick joke. Eyes meeting Gojo’s, a flash of surprises passes his face before a self-satisfied grin takes over. He looked way too fucking pleased with himself.

“No fucking way.” Shoko mutters as it dawns on the group just who you were paired up with. Cheers and wolf-whistles erupt, filling the room as Satoru stands up extending a hand theatrically towards you. “If her highness the student prez would do me the utmost pleasure of joining me.”

You scoff, jeez it would be a surprise if you two didn’t kill each other in there. “Unless she’s…intimidated?” he bats his long lashes at you mockingly.

Intimidated? Of who? Swatting away Gojo’s hand, you stand up. “Intimidated? Don’t make me laugh.”

He leans down, retorting, “I’ve tried but you don’t seem to know how.”. The room holds their breath, attention squarely on the two of you.

A beat of silence passes as you glare at him. You really could smack his annoyingly pretty face right now, but you shouldn’t - too many witnesses.

“Now now, you two. Save it for the closet.”

Ever the mediator, Geto ushers you two in the direction of the - very cramped - closet tucked into a corner of the room.

Before you know it, the creak of the heavy wooden door rings in your ears as the door closes behind you. The loud click of a lock resonates, plunging you two into darkness.

The muffled sounds of the party seem miles away as you try to focus on your breathing - trying not to let your mind drift to Gojo. You could feel the heat of his body, the ghost of his presence less than a foot away from you.

“So…” you flinch as Gojo’s voice cuts through the deafening silence. “You still alive and breathing after being trapped in a tiny closet with me?”

You huff, desperately wanting to break out of this closet, “Yes, but you probably won’t be if you don’t stay on your side.”

“This closet is barely a closet, there’s no ‘side’, sweetheart. And that’s my leg you’re resting on.”

You immediately scramble to move away from the warmth of Gojo’s leg that you’d been subconsciously leaning yours on. In the chaos, you probably did a bit more damage than solving. “Ah! Wait- watch the crown jewels, hardass.”

You distance yourself as much as possible in the small space, knee burning where it had brushed up against Gojo’s that.

God, you were making a fool of yourself.

“As much as I like forceful women, you better take me out on a date first, sweetheart.” As your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting filtering in through the slight crack of the door, you could make out that signature playful grin.

Your irritation simmers beneath the surface. Gojo always knew how to get under your skin.

“Don’t you worry your empty lil’ head, I wouldn’t fuck you even if I was paid.” you bite back.

“Oh yeah?” Gojo leans in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “You sure about that, prez? I’ve been told that I’m irresistible.”

You raise a brow, unimpressed. “Yeah, irresistibly hard to not smack.”

“I always did like ‘em feisty. Makes our little debates all the more interesting.”

“Our debates would be a lot more interesting if you learned to keep that big mouth shut.”

“Oh? C’mon, prez, you love this ‘big mouth’. And you love the challenge. I see the way you look for me every time you answer one of Yaga’s questions, y’know.” Gojo murmurs, gaze piercing into yours.

He leans in closer - now definitely not on his side of the closet. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d call it chemistry. Admit it and I might consider not calling you ‘hardass’ for a whole week.”

“What- That’s just because- I’d rather be called ‘hardass’ for a lifetime than admit to having any chemistry with you. I can’t even tolerate you for seven minutes here.” you sputter at both his proximity and his (absurd) accusations.

“As the student prez, isn’t your entire job to tolerate everyone? You’re a walking contradiction, sweetheart.”

“I am not. You have no effect on me.” you protest, standing firm. In the heat of your argument, you and Gojo have drawn closer to each other. His breath now fanning your face as he hums, voice a seductive tease, “I do, admit it. There’s a part of you that likes our chemistry.”

A defiant spark ignites in your eyes, “I’ll admit no such thing.”

“Then…hit me like I know you want to if you don’t want this.” he whispers, voice breathless. He closes the distance.

Gojo’s lips meet yours.

Soft, they were so soft.

Your heartbeat thundering in surprise, a hand raising to - to what? Smack him away? Eyes fluttering closed, your hand fists his shirt, the other subconsciously finding its way to his cloudy locks. Tugging. Kissing him back.

Satoru kisses you like he’ll never be able to again. Because, he knows - he probably won’t.

Lips searing against yours, his eyes roll to the back of his head at your taste. Sweet - so sweet - just like candy, with a hint of Baileys and everything that he’ll never be able to have.

A strangled groan leaves his throat when you bite down on his lips. Tugging with your teeth. Shit, fuck him and his bigass ego, he wanted to be the one showing off his irresistibility but really it’s the other way around.

Mouth opening to let you in, he drinks in your gasps as he intertwines his tongue with yours. Large hands on your face pulling you impossibly closer to him in this godforsaken closet. It was dizzying - almost as if it hurt to part, drawn by that familiar magnetism that always seems to hang around you.

Lost in the heat of the moment, Satoru’s hands wander the expanse of your body. Groping and squeezing every curve and dip - he doesn’t have enough time. He probably never will.

A hand rests firmly on your hips. Awaiting. Breaking away - just a fraction - he breathes out urgently into your lips, “I need to taste you. Let me taste you. Please.”

“Desperate, huh?”

Your gaze pierces through him, it always does. Immediately after your disoriented nod, he presses a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. God, he could do this forever.

You shudder as he hastily bunches your tight dress at your hips, sending blood rushing straight to his cock. Shit, this was not how he expected these 7 minutes to go.

Hurriedly falling to his knees, the pain doesn’t even register when he comes face-to-face with your clothed cunt. Panties already so wet - just for him. Cock twitching carnally, he needed to taste you now.

Tongue flattening across your swollen folds through your underwear, just a slight taste of your wet pussy and Satoru already thinks he might pass out. Ah, so good - of course you taste heavenly.

“Ah! Gojo- more.”

Pulling away, he feels drunk off the whimper of disappointment that escapes your mouth. “Call me Satoru.” he hums, fingers deftly sliding your soaked panties down your legs. His hot breath fanning your entrance has you clenching your thighs together, desperate for any friction.

Mouth watering at this, Satoru curses the darkness inside the closet - can’t even admire your pretty pussy right. You flinch as his face meets your cunt. Shit, this was better than he’d ever imagined on those lonely nights pathetically fucking his fist.

He breathes you in so sinfully, tongue sliding teasingly between your folds in a leisurely rhythm that almost has him forgetting however many minutes you two have left. Frankly, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about it either. Sinful squelches fill the confined space, along with your quiet moans of his name.

“Hngh- S-Satoru. Feel s’good. Faster.”

Ah, it’s really music to his ears. Your voice plays on repeat in his mind. He doesn’t even realize the call from outside until you look down at him, eyes dazed and kiss-bitten lips moving to panickedly mutter, “Satoru, we only have three more minutes.”

Ah, guess he’ll have to take his time in his dreams.

“I only need two.” Satoru purrs, lips ghosting your wet core, voice sending goosebumps down your spine - all the way down to your dripping cunt.

“W-well, stop hngh- running your mouth then.” you retort.

Satoru’s smirk against your plush folds is the last thing you see before he dives nose-deep in your pussy. He doesn’t waste time, tongue dipping in and out of your hole at an unforgiving pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Hah- yes! Satoru jus’ like that!” you hiss out, desperately trying to keep the moans ripping from your throat to a minimum, in fear of the others outside hearing.

Noticing, Satoru snakes a hand up to your mouth - bullying his ringed-fingers in through your swollen lips. His index caresses your tongue, speeding up his movements on your pretty pussy as you gag around him. Moans catch in your throat as you struggle to accommodate him, the pleasure of being stretched from two ends too much.

Satoru only has to take one look - tears clinging to your lashes and drool trickling down the corner of your mouth as you suck on his fingers - before he thinks he might just cum in his pants. Fuck, it was so lewd.

You tighten your grasp on his hair, sure that your knees would give out if it wasn’t for the bruising grip he had on your hips, keeping you firmly on his mouth. Unable to run away.

Shit, for someone so tight-laced, you were so messy on his mouth. He moans as your slick pools in his mouth, dripping down the corners of his lips. The tap! tap! tap! of it hitting the hardwood floor rings deafeningly in his ears.

Ah, so this is why they call it 7 minutes in heaven. Satoru thinks he wouldn’t mind dying if it was in between your legs being suffocated by your cunt.

Your entrance clamps down desperately on his tongue, forcing him to bully it into your snug pussy, fucking you unrelentingly. His nose rubbing against your swollen clit over and over.

At this point, Satoru doesn’t know whether the pulse he feels is that of his heartbeat or your cunt, throbbing and achingly needy for his mouth. His nose stimulates your clit just right, sending shockwaves through your body that have you bucking into him for more.

Voice slightly muffled by his fingers, “Fuck- Satoru, keep going. Hngh- I’m gonna cum!”

The way your walls desperately try to fuck his tongue has his cock straining so painfully against his trousers. Satoru increases his abuse on your cunt mercilessly, the harsh pace making you squeal and buck into his face. Your juices are now all over his mouth, gushing around his tongue. In and out in and out in and out-

“Satoru!”

You cum hard - all over Satoru’s pretty face.

Now, Satoru loves when you run your mouth and infuriate him, but he might just love it even more when you’re falling apart and speechless under his touch.

Riding out your high on his features, you can feel yourself quivering around his tongue as he laps up your juices as if it were a delicacy. Deep moans leaving his mouth and vibrating across your soaked cunt, making you jolt at the overstimulation.

Pulling back, Satoru admires your unfocused eyes and bruised lips. “For someone that so fucking despises me, your slutty pussy sure is sucking me in so desperately.” he murmurs, slightly out of breath after what just transpired.

“Sh-shut up.”

Ah, if only he got to see this view more often.

You can’t help but feel the same way. Seeing Satoru fucked out, vibrant eyes half-lidded and blown out, your slick prettily glossing all over his mouth and nose. A small voice in the back of your mind wishes he was more like this and not whatever he is when he’s getting on your nerves.

“ONE MORE MINUTE! Finish up whatever devil’s tango or death match y’all are having in there!”

Those troublesome thoughts are pushed out of your mind as soon as you hear Shoko call from outside.

The bubble is broken. Jumping apart as far as possible in the cramped closet, you press yourself into the closet wall as you two wordlessly rush to make yourselves slightly more presentable. The air, once charged with overflowing tension and sex, now so strained.

Bending down to feel for the panties that Satoru- no, Gojo had thrown god-knows-where, your hands graze his - still slightly wet with your spit. Snatching your hands back as if it burned, you make out Gojo’s figure pocketing something.

…

Your panties??

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you hiss, face burning at both his actions and the idea of going outside without panties.

“Just think of it as repayment for the fun.” he hums, mirth spilling into his tone. And before you could snap at his antics, Shoko is ripping the door open and looking around the closet for what you can only assume to be missing body parts and blood.

“Aw, man. And here I was thinking Satoru would be six feet under by now.” she groans, walking off disappointedly - for which you were eternally grateful otherwise she’d have seen the few suspicious stains on the floor.

“Remember, you owe me twenty, Shoko.” Geto speaks up from the circle. Were they…betting on whether you and Gojo would kill each other in there?

Finally stepping out of that godforsaken closet, you catch the smirks and raised eyebrows from some of the people from the group.

Meeting Gojo’s eye, a smirk curls around his swollen lip as he swipes a thumb across it. Agonizingly slow. Teasing.

Your cheeks flare, something pooling in your stomach. Ugh, this is why you hate frat parties.

“You alright, man? You look…flushed?” you hear Geto question, pointedly staring at Satoru’s slightly disheveled look.

It was all getting too much - the alcohol in the air, the thumping of the overplayed pop music, and him. You felt so lightheaded. Ripping your gaze from Gojo’s you leave without so much as a goodbye to him, only stopping for a reassuring nod at Haibara. You make a beeline for the exit, dashing out of there and down the winding staircase as fast as you could.

Focused on navigating the packed party, you almost don’t register Gojo rushing after you. Ignoring whatever words were tumbling out of Gojo’s mouth, you silently thank the sorority that had just pulled up - clinging onto him in greeting, making it impossible to follow after you.

The cool night air washes over you as you finally step outside. You sigh in relief as you leave the chaotic sounds of the party - and him - behind.

Impatiently waiting for your friend on the way to pick you up, only two thoughts echo in your mind.

He actually only needed two minutes.

What the fuck?

Meanwhile, back in that heady room, Shoko nudges Suguru, the latter still watching in amusement where Satoru had run after you in the door. “Hm?” he asks, absent-mindedly.

“Why do most of these papers have Satoru’s name?”

---

You pass through the next morning in a daze. The hardest part was probably trying to get dressed without making eye contact with the purple finger marks on your hips that Sato- Gojo had left to remember him by.

You still can’t believe that happened.

It’s alright, it was just a mistake in the heat of the moment - you just have to forget it ever happened, right? But that’s easier said than done when your last class of the day is Advanced Quantum Physics.

Cursing your timetable, you step through the crowded campus. You pull your sweater tighter around yourself, the fabric doing nothing to stop your skin searing where Gojo’s lips had been just last night.

Alright, you just had to get through this one class today. There’s a lot of people in Professor Yaga’s class - it’s not like you’ll necessarily see that bane of your existence-

“Yooo prez, fate just seems to bring us together hmm?”

Gojo almost topples out of his chair, waving in your direction. As your eyes sweep across the room, you can feel your heart sinking. Shit, you really feel like you’re being Punk’d right now.

Cursing whoever was up there for this cruel joke, you make your way to the desk beside Satoru’s - the only empty one.

Slumping down onto the chair with a frustrated huff, you sink into yourself - eyes trained firmly forward and ignoring the playful grin in your peripheral vision.

To your surprise, Gojo doesn’t say a word throughout the lecture. Not a single comment about fucking any professor’s wife - or your cunt. Huh, did last night cause some type of qi deviation or something?

As Professor Yaga drones on about quantum entanglement, you find the words going in one ear and out the other, too focused on wondering what Gojo’s game was.

It’s only towards the end of the lecture, at the introduction of some new assignment that you find yourself finally letting your guard down. Okay, see, it wasn’t too bad. Now time to go back to your apartment and study whatever quantum entanglement was for the next five hours.

“Ah- And remember, the midterm assignment pairings are posted on Canvas.”

What was that?

God, you hated working with other people. It was much more efficient for you to stay in and finish this paper in one sitting.

“So, partner~ My place or yours?”

What?

The bell rings, its metallic chime resonating in your mind almost as loud as Gojo’s words. Signaling the end of class - and probably the end of your sanity.

You wish the ground would swallow you up at this very moment. These days have really not been your days.

---

“Literally what do you bring to the table?”

“Comedic relief and my undeniably good looks.”

“...”

“...and also the case study and background information.”

The air at the stuffy café just off-campus was a mixture of freshly ground coffee and hushed conversations - of course, occasionally disrupted by the chaotic debates that erupted from your little booth.

Not too long ago, as everyone moved to file out of the classroom, you were frozen, glaring at your open laptop so intensely you half-expected it to combust - scrutinizing the neat arrangement of Gojo’s name next to your own over a million times.

Finally sighing in defeat, you nodded in surrender at Gojo - who was whooping in victory. But, you were still adamant on meeting somewhere in public. The last time you two were left alone ended up…interesting.

“Then you do that and I’ll take care of the rest of the theoretical analysis and evaluation. Okay, sounds good, Gojo.” you deadpan, rubbing the sides of your forehead in frustration.

“Ouch, no Satoru?”

Ignoring his comment, you promptly slam your laptop closed, gathering your things with a determined sigh. Ready to escape the stifling atmosphere of the cafe. “So you do that and put it on the doc, and I’ll do the same with my parts. See ya.”

That’s when you feel a large hand covering yours - the same one from- “Hey there now, hardass, stay a little longer - gotta make sure you don’t slander quantum entanglement in our essay the same way you do with the Pilot-Wave theory.” Gojo interrupts your intrusive train of thought.

“What? Unlike you, I don’t slander any scientific theories. Although, I do think the idea of entangled particles jumping around like you do is hardly the hallmark of a stable scientific theory.” you retort, face burning but setting down your bag nonetheless.

Resting his face on his hands, he grins at you. “Oh yeah? I think stability is overrated, prez. Quantum entanglement challenges you because it’s a realm where your precious stability crumbles in the face of non-local correlations.”

God, was he glad he begged on his knees to Yaga to pair you two together. He was having way too much fun with this.

“Just because particles can communicate faster than you can comprehend doesn't mean we should abandon reason.” you raise a brow.

“Well, I think you should just embrace the uncertainty, sweetheart. Life is a game of chance, just like quantum entanglement.”

“Oh, really?” you drone out, sarcastically.

“Yeah, think about it. For instance, I never thought I’d still be alive and breathing after last night. But here I am.” at your stunned silence, he continues. “I for sure thought you’d have the coffin ready as soon as I kissed y-”

You panickedly place your hands over his mouth to shut him up, those blue eyes twinkle in amusement. “When I said you had a big mouth I really wasn’t lying, huh.”

Slowly removing your hands once it seemed like Gojo wouldn’t spill your endeavors in this family-friendly cafe, you sigh, “Okay- We’ll get some shit done today, alright. But this is the last time I’m meeting with you for this.”

“Mhm~ You got it, prez.”

It was not the last time you met with Gojo for this.

Nor was it the second-last.

Or the third-last.

Each and every time you two worked together on the assignment, you’d spend more time bickering about anything ranging from what you’d learned in Professor Yaga’s class that day to whether the old lady who frequented the café was a part of the mafia.

“I’m telling you, she handles those knitting needles like they’re a weapon.”

“Mhm and she sips her Earl Grey like she’s plotting espionage. Now, get to work before I use my teaspoon as a weapon.”

“I’d rather investigate her than this damn Qiskit simulation.”

“Sure, Gojo. I’ll add her to our list of groundbreaking research projects.”

“Don’t come crying to me when I rub it in your face once we see her on the news as a mafia queenpin, prez.”

You’re pretty sure the café employees have a love-hate relationship with you and Gojo - too lively to be one of their favorite regulars, but arguments too amusing to kick you two out.

And as for your relationship with Gojo…well. It’s not as if you can’t go 7 minutes without being somewhat civil, and yet that’s exactly the issue, isn’t it?

After what had happened that night, it feels as if there’s something charging the air whenever you two are together.

You chalk it up to just lingering tension, but that still doesn’t explain the way Gojo’s eyes hold a warm twinkle whenever he looks at you - gaze a little too warm than you’d expect a rival to have. But it’s fine, you just have to ace this assignment and then this strange dynamic can go back to normal.

It’s only towards the end of your assignment that you realize how wrong you really were.

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Out of breath and darting across campus towards where you knew Gojo was waiting, you half-wish you joined the track team instead of the student government. Damn student reps, can’t keep proper archives.

As much as you got a kick out of getting on Gojo’s nerves, you hated to keep anyone waiting.

“Ah! Prez! Was heartbroken thinking you’d stood me up, y’know?” Satoru calls once he spots you bolting towards him on that dimly-lit pathway. Wow, maybe you should’ve joined the track team.

You trip. Ah, maybe not.

Feet automatically hastening your way, he catches you. Well, more like you fall into his arms.

“Just in time, huh?” he chuckles, thankful for the sun dipping below the horizon - otherwise you’d surely have caught the rosy flush tinting his cheeks. Arms wrapped around your waist and supporting your waist, Satoru almost coos at the surprised look gracing your face. You always did something to his heart.

Hastily distancing himself from you once you stand on your own, he rambles - anything to drown out the banging of his heart against his chest. “So, I’m assuming you were out there doing all your president-ly duties?”

“Ah! Yes, I’m so sorry, the meeting ran overtime and-”

Listening to you rant, Satoru thinks that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here - bickering with you. He’s only snapped out his reverie at your disappointed groan. Oh, what was this? He didn’t even realize his feet had carried him to the little café already.

Ripping his eyes from you, he turns to what moping at. A sign with red writing is plastered over the very locked café entrance - Sorry! Staff training today, hope to see you tomorrow!

“Seems like everyone’s got meetings today.” he hears you grumble. Satoru knows it isn’t right, but his heart leaps slightly at the chance to get to know you outside of that familiar cafe.

You, meanwhile, felt tension - and something else - pooling in your stomach. Shit, if the sanctuary of your café is no longer available…

“Well, we could just go home and finish off the paper by ourselves. It’s only the last bit anyway.” you suggest, voice slightly shaky at the idea and anticipation of actually being alone with Gojo after so long.

“But Suguru’s such a loud snorer, I’d never get any work done.” Gojo whines. Well, there goes that plan.

“The library?”

“I hear it’s haunted this time of year.” he answers right away.

“Ghosts are seasonal?” you ask absent-mindedly, too focused on weighing between the need to finish this assignment today and the uncertainty of what would happen between you and Gojo.

A tense silence fills the slowly darkening street as you go through all your options. Finally, watching the long shadows casted now, you sigh. “Fine. We’ll go to my place.” you mutter out.

“Would you get angry if I celebrated right now?”

“Maybe.”

The walk to your apartment is bathed in the soft orange glow of the setting sun. It was almost peaceful - if it weren’t for Gojo’s excited chattering about god-knows-what.

Your mind was running a million miles a minute. Was something like last time going to happen? Were you a lecher for expecting it? Why didn’t you mind the thought as much as you think you should?

You risk a glance at Satoru, who was in the middle of a passionate speech about how ketchup was a valid condiment on pasta. Soft sunlight paints his hair an amber hue, casting warm shadows that bring out his pretty features, eyes sparkling with passion and mischief. He was beautiful.

Wait. Beautiful?

“Hey isn’t this your apartment building or is walking past it a pre-entrance ritual?”

Ah. Whoops.

You snap out of those ridiculous notions, gathering whatever dignity you have left to walk back to the apartment complex you’d left in the dust while wrapped up in your thoughts.

“Oooo, didn’t take you for much of a decorator, hardass.” Gojo comments, flitting about your cozy apartment to look at all the little knick-knacks and pictures

“Did you really think I lived in some sterile lab?” you retort. Gojo’s almost-endearing curiosity amuses you enough to let go of the electricity thrumming through your body at having him so close. In your home.

“Well, I expected more beakers and fewer fairy lights, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, pretending to be offended. “Believe it or not, Gojo, hardasses can have a sense of style, too.”

He continues his exploration, stopping in front of a photo on the wall. “Who’s this model?” he grins, pointing at a picture of you in stuffy formal attire at some conference.

You sigh, knowing exactly which photo he's referring to. “That, Gojo, is me at a conference presenting a groundbreaking research paper.”

“Groundbreaking, huh? Is that what they call it these days?” he hums, arching an eyebrow playfully.

“Yes, and six feet under is what they’ll be calling you if you don’t get your ass here and finish this paper.”

“...yes, prez.”

Writing the conclusion and inserting citations is always the fun part. If you could write an essay on whatever you want, it would be only conclusions and citations, you think.

After a few hours of working on your paper, apparently Gojo does not feel the same way.

“Fuck Noodletools. All my homies hate Noodletools.”

“This is why you only have two friends, Gojo.”

“Hey! I’m a very likable person, y’know.”

“...”

He sets his laptop down leaning closer to you over where he was seated opposite you on the coffee table, clearly bored of citations for the time being. “Also, aren’t we friends, sweetheart? Technically I have three.”

You raise a brow, this was the first time Satoru had ever addressed the strange dynamic you two had. “Are we?” you ask, genuinely.

A deafening silence envelopes your living room. This was the first time you’d seen such a serious expression take over Gojo’s face as he answers, voice even, “I’m not sure.”

The atmosphere thickens with a charged tension, the weight of Gojo’s words lingering in the room. A spark flickers in his eyes. You feel like you could almost get whiplash from the contrast between the heated banter to where you two were now. Was it always so hot in this room?

You let out a strained laugh, attempting to diffuse the seriousness and go back to a trivial territory you were more familiar with. “I never thought the great Gojo Satoru would be uncertain about something.” Your eyes flicker unwillingly from his intense gaze to his worry-bitten lips.

The mischief returning to his gleaming eyes, he smirks “Uncertainty can be thrilling, don't you think, sweetheart?”

You don’t even know what to say to that - and you don’t have to. Because before you can respond, Gojo swiftly leans over the coffee table - catching your lips in a sudden, electrifying kiss.

Time stands still. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize that you didn’t want to push him away. At all. In fact, you grab a fistful of his soft locks, pulling him impossibly deeper into the kiss.

Pulling away mere millimeters, Gojo’s hot breath fanning your mouth as he whispers, “Told you the uncertainty is thrilling, sweetheart.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” you grumble, irritated because his lips ghosting yours was not enough.

Before you know it, Gojo has you pinned against the plush couch. His lips finding your, the kiss deepening as he yearns for that desperate connection - as if each breath depends on smothering you with dizzying kisses.

The room seems to shrink, right now only filled with the heated exchange of breaths and the feeling of Satoru’s lips searing into yours.

You think he tastes like caramel and uncertainty - yet, this time, you fall into the unknown with open arms. Wrapping your legs around his toned waist, your arms around his broad shoulders - bringing him to you so close you’d think the laws of physics were taking a coffee break.

It almost hurt.

The intensity of the moment only growing, the atmosphere in your homey apartment crackles with a tension that you knew in the back of your mind had been building for so long - ever since that party.

Your heartbeat echoes in your ears. You knew this would happen.

And a part of you needed it to.

His fingers trace a path along your jawline, leaving a trail of heat - you shudder, craving for more.

“Gojo, I want you.” you breathe out, words muffled by Satoru sucking sinfully on your lips.

He pulls away slightly, delicate strings of saliva still connecting him to you. Every fiber of his being resisting to part.

“Don’t call me that.” he purrs out, the intensity of his half-lidded stare sending a jolt straight down to your heated core. “It’s Satoru when we’re fucking, remember?”

Looking into his sultry eyes, for the first time ever you decide to heed what Satoru says. “S-Satoru, please.” you whimper, hips bucking up to meet his own. You can feel the large outline of his achingly hard cock straining against those stupidly overpriced trousers, pussy quivering in anticipation.

Now, there have been three times in his life that Satoru thinks he has died and gone to heaven. The first being when he discovered that the ramen joint by his dorm also had free Wi-Fi. Second, that first day in Advanced Quantum Physics when you snapped at him told him to shut the fuck up.

And finally, right now, as he’s got you needy and squirming underneath him - such pretty gasps of his name leaving your kiss-bitten lips.

God, navigating quantum physics is a walk in the park in comparison to what you put his heart through.

“Hmm, never in my life thought I’d see his view, sweetheart.” he whispers lowly into your ear, delighting in the goosebumps that erupt along your alluring body. How did he get so lucky?

Hastily pulling down your shorts, his mouth waters at your wet panties. Another prize for him, hm? Throwing them along with your panties to god-knows-where, Satoru drinks in the sight of your bare pussy - a privilege that he didn’t get in that godforsaken closet.

Ah, so ready and dripping for him already. Your slick glistens out of your heated entrance as you clench around nothing. “Aww, they’ve faded.” he whines, heart lurching at the lack of his marks from last time.

It’s alright, he can just make more.

Not one to waste time, with a bruising grip holding your hips steady, Satoru grinds his painfully hard cock into your needy cunt, savoring the pretty mewls that leave your mouth. The way your swollen pussy quivers against him makes him throw his head back, seeing stars already.

Nipping along your neck, leaving marks he knows you’ll have to cover up tomorrow. “Sit on m’face,” he murmurs into your skin.

“W-what?”

Pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the valley of your breasts, Satoru breathes you in. Fuck, he prefers the smell of your skin to any scent in the world. “Sit- on- my- face.” he repeats, words punctuated with erotic kisses to your hardened nipples, tongue flicking them through the fabric of your clothes.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know?” you gasp. Yet, still shifting on that cramped couch. Why do you two always fuck in the most inconvenient places?

Satoru’s legs hang off the end of your couch as he lays on his back, you’d almost find the position funny - if it weren’t for you straddling his head.

His hot breath on your wet cunt sends waves of electricity though your entire body as you hover over his mouth. Your needy pussy right above where his mouth is, hesitating. Your slick oozes slowly through your swollen folds - drip! drip! drip! onto his awaiting tongue, brows furrowing and eyes rolling to the back of his head at your sweet juices.

“Mhm, and I hope that you’ll be the death of me.” he hums, tongue savoring your taste.

It’s the last thing said before Satoru surges forward, plunging mouth-first into your heated cunt.

Despite not being on a time crunch this time, Satoru doesn’t waste a moment teasing - he already has you splayed out and aching for him, what more could he want?

He bullies his tongue into your snug cunt, pushing past the first ring of muscle. You twitch around him, sweet moans spilling incessantly from your mouth. “Ah! Hngh- Satoru! Fuck s’good.”

Your sounds of pleasure going straight to his dick, he bucks into your hands. Ah, more. He needs your touch more.

The feeling of your plush walls clamping down on him only spurs him on further, fucking you at a ruthless pace. One hand gropes across your body, resting a thumb on your clit that rubs tight circles, making you grind down further into his mouth.

“Your pussy is so honest, sweetheart. She wants me so badly.” he murmurs, voice sending vibrations that make you let out a loud moan which he suspects your neighbors would be complaining about.

You were so perfect for him, Satoru thinks he might go insane.

You were definitely going insane.

Satoru shows no mercy, his abuse on your dripping cunt only speeding up at every buck of your hips into his tongue. It felt so fucking good.

Closing your eyes, his pressure on your core has you seeing spots behind your vision. You could feel the curl of his signature smirk against your folds as your pussy tries sucking him back in at every thrust. Too good to let him go. “Knew you loved this ‘big mouth’, hardass.” he murmurs.

Shit, you can’t be the only one acting so needy like this.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” Satoru drawls, voice muffled by your cunt as he feels the breeze of his lower abdomen hitting the heady air of your living room.

“Payback.” is all you mutter out as you fumble his trousers down his long legs. Curse these gyms. Curse squats. Why did he have to be so perfectly sculpted? An Adonis in his true form.

You can feel the saliva pooling in your mouth as his boxers come into view - rock-hard cock straining painfully against it A patch of pre-cum pools at his head - he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. Hands shaky from the way Satoru’s incessant tongue was fucking into you, you shuffle his boxers down.

Satoru’s painfully hard erection springs out, hitting his lower abs. Fuck- how the hell were you supposed to take him? Life was really unfortunate - water was wet, and Gojo Satoru has a huge dick.

“S-sweetheart, you don’t have to-” he murmurs against your swollen pussy.

From all your times shutting up Gojo Satoru, this one might just be your favorite.

His words catch desperately in his throat as you spit out a pool of saliva onto Satoru’s furiously flushed head. A low hiss leaving him as you teasingly lick his sensitive slit.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Satoru attaches his lips with yours once more. He groans lowly into you, the stimulation making you yelp in surprise.

“So, it’s like that, huh?”

Satoru doesn’t have the time to ponder your words before you take in as much of his length as you can in one go. “Ah! Hah- Oh fuck, prez. Always knew you were a forceful woman.”

You moan at the slightly salty taste of his precum. Gagging around him, drool drips down the corner of your mouth as you try to take him in inch by fucking inch. It was so fucking messy.

Diving nose-deep in your cunt once again, Satoru continues the merciless pace of his tongue once more. Both your muffled moans fill the heated room, lost in the pleasure and the heat of the moment.

Shit, you knew by the way your walls clenched down on his tongue that you weren’t gonna last long. And judging by the urgent twitching of Satoru’s cock - he wasn’t going to either.

He fucks up his throbbing erection into your mouth, your eyes watering as his tip hits the back of your throat. Ropes of spit and precum decorate your lips. Even the staunch part of you that never backs down for anyone cheers at being so used. It’s so fucking debauched.

Your hand moves down to massage his heavy balls, tugging and pulling at a rhythm that matches the rapid ministrations of his thumb on your swollen clit.

Mind spinning and pleasure dizzyingly overwhelming as you both lean closer and closer to your highs. With a final mewl around his thick cock, your juices are gushing all around Satoru’s mouth.

Your mind blanks as you cum, the only things registering being the tingles of your oversensitive pussy as Satoru rides you through your high on his tongue and the taste of Satoru as he cums in hot spurts in your mouth. Salty, with a hint of sweet - the flavor making your pussy twitch.

Fucking his seed into you, your mouth milks his cock. His cum dribbling down the corner of your mouth, all thoughts of dirtying your couch go out your brain when you hear the fucked out whines at the back of Satoru’s throat.

Fuck a refractory period, you wanted to hear that more.

You remove yourself from him with a lewd pop! Cum flowing smoothly down your throat, you lock eyes with Satoru over your shoulder. His jaw drops, pupils blown lustfully as your tongue sticks out - showing the way you’ve swallowed every single drop of his seed.

“Now, Satoru. I need you to fuck me with yours cock just as you did with your tongue.” your words still strained from your orgasm.

Wordlessly, Satoru nods, eyes shining - still reeling from the sinful sight of your bruised lips glossy with his cum - his cum that you swallowed as if it was a delicacy.

Meanwhile you were thinking that you should fuck Satoru more if it meant you got him to shut up and be pretty more often.

Slightly more clear-headed now, just as lustful.

Your couch creaks in protest as you shift positions to face Satoru once more. He seizes your lips in a passionate kiss, mouth attacking yours with a desperation for your essence.

Your head spins as you taste yourselves on each other, words tumbling out of your mouth in the haze, “Satoru, bed- now.”

But when has he not challenged you?

“Mhm, anything you say, prez.” he whispers raspily against your lips, still-hard cock teasingly dragging along your swollen folds.

“Satoru.”

“Fuck yes. Say m’name, sweetheart.” he groans out, throwing his head back against the armrest. Your slick pools all over Satoru’s thick head, dripping sensually down his length to where he gripped tightly at the base.

Swollen lips dropping into a small “oh”, he slides a ringed hand up his member, spreading your juices. Cock twitching carnally at the way your pussy was leaking all over him, he grits out, “Need to feel you around my cock now, sweetheart.”

So he does.

Thick head pressing into your tight entrance, a low growl leaves his throat at how sinfully tight you were. Fuck, he could just about pass out right now.

“S’tight, sweetheart. So good.” he fucks up into you in shallow, uncontrollable movements of his hips - impatience quickly waning. You yelp at each thrust, walls burning with the stretch of Satoru’s thick head.

You try to steady yourself as Satoru’s thrusts get deeper and deeper, nails digging harshly into his muscled shoulders. In the midst of it all you still manage to impatiently slur out, “I-if you’re gonna fuck me then hah- fuck me like you mean it, Satoru.”

Oh, that did it.

Your words make the last bit of sanity Satoru had left snap.

In a swift movement, he sheaths his throbbing erection in your wet cunt completely. A gasp gets caught in his throat at the way your walls were clamping down on him in surprise.

He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and a dangerously predatory glint in them that sends shivers down your spine. “Fuck me like I mean it, huh? You’re quite bossy, y’know that, prez?”

Before you can retort - and probably dig your grave deeper - he stands up in one fluid motion, your legs around his waist and cock still buried deep in your snug pussy. You moan at the change in angle, his tip now kissing your cervix so deliciously painfully. Shit, you feel so full.

Hands moving down to grope your ass firmly and support your weight, he grins lowly in your ear, “You’re lucky I love that part of you.”

The wall is cold as Satoru shoves your back against it. his body making the air leave your lungs as he presses into yours, ramming into you at a merciless pace. Your tight cunt clenches so tightly around him, as if to prevent him from leaving.

Each thrust into your warm core has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, brows furrowing in ecstasy. His lips capture yours once again in a rough dance that matches the cadence of his hips.

You mewl against his mouth at the feeling of his heavy balls stinging your skin as they smack your ass. The power behind each harsh thrust has you bouncing against the wall, legs pulling tighter around his toned waist to bully his cock impossibly deeper in you.

“Where- fuck! Where’s the bed?” he moans breathlessly against your lips, voice sounding as if each thrust of his pulsing cock into your plush walls sends him spiraling deeper into insanity.

“Down- down the hallway. Hngh- fuck, Satoru!” you not far behind.

Your mind is foggy, barely even registering as Satoru moves blindly towards your bedroom with powerful strides - not yet pulling out of you.

He doesn’t get very far before he’s got you sprawled over your bedroom floor, your carpet digging into you as his cock slams into your abused cunt with that feral pace he loves so much. Not even making it to the bed.

“Ah! Hah- Satoru, what happened to the bed?” you sputter out in-between uncontrollable moans.

“Too far. Hngh- need you now.” he answers around your breasts, teasing and tweaking your sensitive nipples.

“Wh-who’s irresistible now?” you manage to smirk, relishing in the huff of laughter that escapes him. Even now, you always did manage to one-up him.

“Mhm, you’ve always been irresistible, sweetheart.” he mutters, moving to press a chaste kiss against your forehead, not sure whether the words were even meant for you to hear.

And you know it’s just pussy-drunk talk, but right now you can’t help the way your cheeks heat up, heartbeat ringing in your ears.

Not sure how to respond to that, you pull him closer to you, allowing him to bury his burning face in the crook of your neck. Maybe right now neither of you needed to speak, your bodies doing enough talking as Satoru continues his relentless cadence.

Your hips bucking up to meet his, you whimper in pleasure and overstimulation into the heady room as Satoru moves down a hand to draw rough, little circles over and over your throbbing clit. It was all too much. “S-Satoru.”

“Me too, my sweetheart. Me too.” is all he gasps out, teeth digging into your neck at the pleasure overwhelming his sensitive cock. Satoru’s tight balls twitch as they smack your ass, cock glistening with cum and slick. He sees stars behind his eyes - or maybe those were tears at the overstimulation. He really doesn’t know anymore.

Head spinning and thoughts racing with only Satoru Satoru Satoru, you’re very much in the same state.

“Satoru?” you whine out, tears clinging to your lashes.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

You pull him into an intense kiss, pussy clamping down on him desperately as his lips brand yours - it sends you both over the edge.

Satoru thinks he sees heaven as he cums, and you were probably an angel.

Hot ropes of his thick cum paint your walls white, cunt quivering around him as you both ride out your climaxes together. A creamy ring forms around his base as he fucks his seed into you desperately, marking you so obviously as his. All thoughts of Plan B run out of your mind at the overstimulated whimpers leaving Satoru’s ruby lips.

His dick twitches inside you as his unforgiving thrusts slow down to shallow grinds of his hips, nothing more than to keep his cum inside of you as your highs bate.

Body collapsing onto yours, careful to not crush you with his weight, Satoru pulls you closer to him. And despite everything that happened this evening, he thinks that this might be what makes his ears burn red the most. Your body so vulnerably connected with his own. Just the two of you in this quiet world.

The silence feels intimate and fragile. Brain still hazy from your orgasms, you don’t think you’ve ever quite looked at your bedroom ceiling from his angle.

Strangely enough, Satoru’s warm weight on you feels comforting. Neither of you speak now. Nor do you speak when Satoru carries you to bed, searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe you clean with.

It’s only when he lingers at the foot of your bed - uncertain - that the silence is broken. “Get in, stupid.” you scoff, opening the covers invitingly.

Of course, an elated smile overtaking his face, Satoru jumps in your bed with enough force to send you both bouncing. It was childish. It was so ridiculous. It had you barking out a surprised laugh at his antics.

In your joy, you don’t even realize that Satoru has stopped moving - frozen, smile slipping off his face and staring at you with an unknown spark in his eyes.

“What?” you question, feeling strangely self-conscious.

White locks tousling as he shakes his head, he breathes, “It’s the first time I’ve made you laugh.” The words hang in the delicate atmosphere, tension so thick you think it could snap any moment.

You hide your face in your hands, palms clammy. “You- you make me sound like some sort of evil witch.” you stammer out, embarrassment pooling in your gut. The tension in the air dissipates, yet the intensity in Satoru’s gaze remains.

Satoru understands, smiling blindingly. He pulls your naked body to his, wrapping his arms tenderly around your waist as you both bury into the covers. “Well, more of a hardass than an evil witch.”

“Satoru?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You still have to finish your citations.”

A/N. Can be read as a standalone BUT part 2 planned for next longfic Sunday!

Plagiarism not authorized.

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pairing: gojo satoru x reader summary: gojo lies to shoko in order to win a bet and you're dragged along for the ride. genre: fake-dating, friends to lovers, more slice-of-life than action, attempted humor notes: encounters w/ megumi, nobara, yuuji, and nanami. ummm there's a lunch date, gojo is just a mess, really. wc: ~5.4k song inspo ♫: stream by last dinosaurs

"Is it true?"

You look up from your laptop, glancing at Shoko as she bursts through your door. She composes herself quickly, straightening her lab coat before looking at you expectantly. Your eye twitches as you see Gojo peek his head out behind her, looking at you and desperately nodding his head. You let your gaze drift back to Shoko, who is now standing with her arms crossed as she taps her foot against the ground impatiently.

In a moment of weakness, you glance back at Gojo, huffing lightly before listening to him and nodding.

"Oh my god," Shoko whispers, mild horror on her face as she takes a step back. "Gojo? Really?"

You nod once more, confusion visible on your face as Gojo gives you a thumbs up. Shoko shakes her head, placing both of her palms on your desk before leaning down. You lean back slightly, caught off guard by her sudden proximity.

"Have you hit your head recently?"

"No, I haven't," you reply slowly, pushing your laptop to the side. "I haven't even been on any missions lately. What's this all about?"

Gojo stifles a laugh.

"Interesting," Shoko hums, staring at you for a few more seconds before straightening. She spares a glance at Gojo, eyes narrowing as she studies him. A sigh leaves her lips after a couple of seconds, and she gives you a sympathetic look before heading towards the door. She stops in front of Gojo briefly, tense as she looks up at him and speaks through gritted teeth. "Fine, I believe you. You're the strongest and handsomest jujutsu sorcerer of all time and I will never meet a man that's better than you."

"Thanks, I know," Gojo replies, a huge grin on his face as she scowls. She slips something into his hand, proceeding to flip him off as she finally disappears down the hall. Gojo turns his attention towards you, slipping into your office and shutting the door behind him before taking a seat in the chair in front of your desk.

He's relaxed as he kicks his feet up onto the table, leaning back into the chair and placing his arms behind his head as you frown. You throw a piece of paper at him, glaring at him when he shoots you a betrayed look.

"Get your feet off of my desk," you chastise, letting your gaze drift back to the report in front of you. The click of your keyboard is almost hypnotic as silence falls over the two of you, and Gojo begrudgingly puts his legs down, opting to place one leg over the other. It's not long before you click your tongue, repeating the question you had asked earlier. "So, will you tell me what that was about?"

"What ever do you mean?"

"Gojo," you say sternly, giving him a dry look over the top of your laptop. Your eyes flicker to his hand, still holding on to whatever it was that Shoko had given him. "C'mon, let me see what's in your hand."

You think that there might be a soft blush tinting Gojo's cheeks as he brings his hand forward, slowly unfurling his fingers to reveal a smushed packet of cigarettes. The confusion is clear on your face as you look up to meet what you assume to be his eyes (the blindfold makes it hard to tell, really), and he shyly turns his head away as you wait for an explanation.

"Shoko and I made a bet," Gojo finally says, flipping his hand over to let the cigarette packet fall onto the table. At your unamused look, he continues. "She said that the day I got someone respectable to date me would be the day she stopped smoking, and well..."

Silence ensues as he trails off, vaguely motioning to you as he clamps his mouth shut. Your eyes soften at his words, and you lean forwards to grab the cigarette packet before tossing it into the trash.

"So you told her we were together?" you ask, humming softly as everything begins to make sense. Gojo nods softly, still refusing to look your way. You ignore the way your heart leaps into your throat. "I'm flattered you think so highly of me, Gojo."

There's a pause after your words, and neither one of you quite know how to break the ice that has clearly formed. It isn't until Gojo clears his throat that you spit out the first words that come to mind, eager to keep talking to him even if it's just for a few minutes.

"So what was the reward?"

Your question brings Gojo's attention back to you, and he says nothing as you feel his gaze settle on you.

"For the bet?" you prompt, breaking Gojo out of whatever daze he was in. "What would each of you get if you won?"

"She wanted those stupid, fancy cigarettes from France," Gojo muttered, tilting his head up towards the ceiling in a way that made you wonder if he was rolling his eyes. "And a stupid, fancy dinner at that restaurant she loves so much."

"And I'm assuming you got to hear those very nice words from her in return if you won," you tease, a smile breaking out onto your face as Gojo breathes out a laugh.

"Yeah," he admits, running a hand through his hair before slouching and sinking into his seat. "I never would've gotten her to say that otherwise. Oh! And the cigarettes. I told her that if I won the bet then she needed to hand them over. I don't like that she's been smoking more often these days."

You feel your heart warm at his words, only to sober up when you realize there's a huge flaw in his plans.

"Gojo, wait," you say, eyebrows furrowing as you bite your lower lip in concern. "There's an issue here. We aren't dating."

"Do you want to?"

Gojo's response is instantaneous, and it takes everything you have to keep yourself from reacting to his words. You hum thoughtfully, doing your best to pretend his words don't have a profound impact on you as you throw a pen at him.

"Be serious," you hiss, rolling your eyes when he chuckles at your action. The pen bounces off of him harmlessly, and you scoff as it happens. "Sooner or later, Shoko is gonna realize we aren't really dating and she's gonna demand a lot more than that dinner."

The smile falls off Gojo's face when he realizes your words are true, and he groans as he leans forward, elbows on his knees as he cradles his head in his hands. "You're right. We're screwed!"

"You're screwed," you quip, smiling smugly when he looks up at you, mouth agape in disbelief.

"C'mon! You gotta help me! You're really gonna leave me all alone to face Shoko's wrath?" Gojo's lips are pursed in an exaggerated pout, and you're certain that if he were to remove his blindfold, his eyes would be shining with unshed tears in an attempt to guilt you into helping him.

"Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you. I don't have to do anything."

"Please. I'll do anything you want!"

You hesitate at his words, a smile appearing on his face once again as he realizes you're seriously contemplating listening to him.

"Anything?" you ask quietly.

"Anything." he states confidently.

"Okay then," you say smugly, crossing your arms as you grin. "I want that fancy dinner Shoko wanted."

You realize you've made a mistake when Gojo gasps, proceeding to then hold his hands to his heart as he pretends to swoon. "My, my, are you asking me out on a date?"

"No!" you shriek, taking a deep breath before standing up from your chair and making your way to the door. "You know what, nevermind. I'm gonna go talk to Shoko."

"Wait, wait! No! I was kidding," Gojo pleads, shooting out of his seat as he follows you. His hand slams on the door before you can even open it, and he squeezes in front of you to block your path, his back up against the door as he slides down to rest his head on your shoulder. "I'll take you out to dinner, just don't speak with Shoko! Besides, it'll make this relationship look more authentic if we go on dates!"

"Relationship?" you ask, shock lacing your words as you gently shove Gojo off of your shoulder.

"Yes," Gojo confirms, shaking his head firmly before taking both of your hands in his. "To keep Shoko from finding out I lied, we have to date. We can't let her get suspicious."

When he notices the mildly horrified look on your face, Gojo hastily rephrases his words.

"Or at least fake date! From now on, you're my pseudo-partner!"

Out of all the friends you made during your time at Jujutsu Tech, you had always known Mei Mei and Gojo to be the biggest gossips in existence. Heck, even Geto had been prone to getting carried away by gossip, his dark eyes gleaming with interest as he'd pull you aside to chat.

And yet, Ieiri Shoko was the reason that the entirety of Jujutsu Tech knew about your "relationship" with Gojo.

"So it's true?"

Megumi is the first to corner you after class, an unreadable look on his face as he stares you down. You wonder if playing dumb would work on him.

"Is what true?" you ask, tilting your head to one side questioningly as you gather your materials. The blank look he gives you is answer enough, and you sigh to yourself as you wonder why you thought you could ever deceive Fushiguro Megumi. You shoulders slump as you lean against the wall, giving up on your innocent act and sending him a weak smile before replying. "If we're thinking about the same thing then yes, it is."

There's an almost relieved expression on Megumi's face, his green eyes softening as he nods. The gesture is more to himself than to you. You wonder what he's thinking about.

"Well it's about time!" Nobara yells, bouncing up to Megumi and resting her elbow on his shoulder. The scene before you is almost comical, especially because of their height difference. The trio is completed as Yuuji comes up behind the two of them, his head peeking through the space between Nobara and Megumi as he sends you a bright grin.

"Congrats," Megumi mutters, his eyes narrowing into an instinctive glare when Gojo comes sauntering into the room. There's a wide grin on his face as he comes to a stop next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you into his side. Nobara snickers at your flustered expression, and you think that there might be a faint smile on Megumi's face. "I was surprised to hear that he finally asked you out."

There's a loud laugh immediately after Megumi's words, and the four of you turn to face Gojo as he waves his three students off. "Shouldn't you all be getting to class?"

"Class is over," Megumi replies dully, an eyebrow raising as he studies Gojo.

"What do you mean by that, Megumi?" you ask, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I mean that he's had a cr—"

Megumi's words are cut off as Gojo lunges forward, slapping a hand over the younger boy's mouth and ushering him out the door. "Well, it was nice to see the three of you but you really should get going now. Bye!"

"Wait!" Nobara yells, a wicked grin on her face as she looks back at you. "Did you know that he never shuts up—"

Her words are also cut off as Gojo slams the door, making sure to lock it before turning around to face you. There's an awkward grin on his face, his breaths loud and fast as he tries to recover from the incident that just occurred.

"What was that all about?" you ask, crossing your arms as Gojo comes to stand in front of you.

"What are you talking about?"

You're reminded of the conversation that the two of you had in your office a few days ago, and you simply rub the bridge of your nose before grabbing your bag and heading to the door. "You know what? Forget it, I don't think I want to know. Why are you here?"

"There's no need to be so cold," Gojo says, a pout on his face as he approaches you. There's a mocking smile on your face as you move past him to grab the door knob, and Gojo feels his cheeks heating up as he looks away. You pause after unlocking the door, looking back to observe him before placing your hands on your hips.

"Well? What is it?"

"Nothing, forget it. I can't stand to look at you right now. You're so mean to me," Gojo huffs, crossing his arms as a snort escapes you. He refuses to look even as he hears you approach, and he briefly closes his eyes even though he knows you can't see him do so.

Neither one of you notices when the door slides open.

"Don't be difficult," you chide, leaning to try and catch his attention. He turns his head even more, a smile threatening to pull at his lips as he recognizes just how ridiculous he's being. You shake your head softly, reaching up to cup his cheek and turn his head to face you. Gojo's cheeks turn a soft pink, and he turns his head the other way, hoping that you hadn't noticed. He's stopped by your other hand, and he finds his throat going dry when he realizes that you are cradling his face in your hands.

You've pulled him down slightly, doing your best to get to eye level with him. He can't stop himself from leaning into your palms, feeling your fingers twitch at the sudden pressure before they skim the top of his cheekbones.

"So now that I have your attention again," you start, a softer smile now adorning your lips. Gojo absentmindedly thinks that you always seem to have his attention. "Why did you come to my class? Did you need my help with something?"

"Yeah," Gojo breathes, his arms unfolding and falling limp to his sides. He's closer than he was before, and he wonders who began to lean in first. He hopes it was you. "I was going to ask you if— Yuuji?!"

He straightens up immediately, putting distance between the two of you as he walks toward the door. You flounder for a moment, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath before turning around. Standing in the doorway are your three students, with Megumi being squished in between a smiling Nobara and a bashful Yuuji.

The silence is broken as Gojo takes a step towards the door, towering over the three teenagers as he tucks his hands into his pockets.

"I thought I told you three to leave," Gojo hisses, leaning down to be face level with Megumi. Yuuji shrinks behind him, but Nobara and Megumi remain in their places.

"We were curious." is all Megumi says in response.

"Curious about what?" you ask, coming up next to Gojo and leaning against the doorway. One of your eyebrows is raised, and Yuuji grins before stepping back up to Megumi's side.

"About the two of you!" Yujji says, wiggling his eyebrows as he glances between you and Gojo. His playful expression drops when Megumi elbows him, and a tiny smile remains on his face as leans against him.

"But our curiosity is sated. Or at least, mine is," Nobara adds, a bored look on her face as she turns around. "I seriously doubted that Gojo had asked you out but I guess I was wrong. I'm gonna go find Maki."

The four of you watch as Nobara walks away, and your attention is only torn away when Megumi steps closer to you. He's wearing a conflicted look on his face, and if you didn't know any better, you might've thought he was constipated.

"I'm... happy for you," Megumi finally says, his words sounding strangled as he glances at Gojo. Not even a second passes before Gojo is on Megumi, hugging him and pinching his cheeks as he coos over his words.

"I knew you cared about me, Gumi!" Gojo cries, immediately flinching in pain when Megumi kicks him. Regardless, he refuses to relinquish his hold, and you can't help the way your eyes widen when Megumi attempts to go in and bite Gojo's arm.

"Okay!" you yell, rushing forward and grabbing Gojo's arm. You gently pry his hands off of Megumi's face, and you smile when the green-eyed boy sends you a grateful look. "That's enough terrorizing teenagers for a day, don't you think?"

"Terrorizing?" Gojo gasps, swooning dramatically as he shifts his focus to you. "I have nothing but love and affection for my Gumi. I would never terrorize him."

It's almost comical to see you, Megumi, and Yuuji all turn to face Gojo, disbelieving looks on your faces as you look at the white-haired sorcerer.

"Yeah, okay."

"Whatever," Gojo grumbles, shaking his head before he slides his arm out of your grasp. The physical contact remains, however, when he reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. You vaguely register the way Megumi gapes at the sight, too busy with how warm his hand was to truly be present. "Since you insist I leave Megumi alone, I say we leave. Perhaps get some lunch? That's what I came in to ask you about in the first place anyways."

He doesn't give you the chance to answer before he's pulling you down the hall, remembering to shoot a quick wave over his shoulder at his two remaining students.

"He really likes them, doesn't he?" Yuuji asks, his head tilted to the side as he watches the two of you leave.

"Yeah," Megumi replies, also observing the two of you. He'd never admit it, but Yuuji notices the fond look in his eyes as he looks at you and Gojo. "He really does."

Lunch is an awkward affair. Or at least, it is for you.

Gojo has not stopped staring at you since you sat down, not even when the waitress came by to take your order, and you feel like you're losing your mind as you try to avoid looking his way. A part of you wonders if he's really looking at you, especially considering the fact that his blindfold is still on. But training to be a jujutsu sorcerer has helped you hone your instincts, and deep down you're sure that he's been watching you for the past twenty minutes.

You thank the waitress when she places your order down on the table, and you dig into your meal almost immediately. You pause when you notice that Gojo hasn't moved, hands laced together under his chin to support his head as he studies you.

"I thought you said you can't stand to see me," you say dryly, leaning back from the table and finally looking up at him.

"That's why the blindfold is on," he replies cheekily. You scoff at his response before finally taking a bite of food, your eyes lighting up when you do so.

"This is delicious!" you rave, giving Gojo a surprised look before taking another small bite. "How'd you find this place."

"Someone recommended it to me."

"Who?"

"Someone who really, really likes food," Gojo says mysteriously. You give him a blank look, shaking your head at his antics.

"Let me guess," you say, giving him a smug smile. "Nanami?"

Gojo deflates in his seat, and you hold back a chuckles at his reaction.

"Yeah," he responds dully, looking down at the table. "Nanami."

"Yes?"

The two of you look up to see Nanami himself standing next to your table, a tired look on his face as he looks at Gojo.

"Nanami! Hello!" you say excitedly, earning a tiny smile from him. "I haven't seen you in so long, how are you?"

"I'm fine," he says tiredly, absentmindedly straightening his tie before continuing. "How about you?"

"I'm good!" you respond, smiling brightly as you turn to face him. "I'm actually—"

"On a date," Gojo cuts in, smiling innocently up at Nanami. "With me."

"I see," Nanami says quietly, glancing between the two of you before his eyes settle on Gojo. "So it's true."

"Yup, we're dating!" Gojo proclaims proudly, a smug look on his face as he finally, finally, picks up a bite of his food and tries it.

There's a mildly concerned look on Nanami's as he meets your eyes, and you notice the way his eyebrows furrow before he speaks. "I'm sorry."

There's a loud cough as Gojo chokes on his food, and the two of you turn to watch him reach for his napkin before taking a sip of water.

"Hey!" he exclaims, pausing when he lets out another cough. There's an unamused look on Nanami's face as he watches him, and he turns back to look at you as he places a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm really sorry."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gojo cries, an irritated pout on his lips as he stares at Nanami's hands. "You say that like being with me is a bad thing."

"Well you know what they say: if the shoe fits."

You think you see a faint smile on Nanami's lips, and you hold back a giggle as you realize that he's teasing Gojo. And based on the scandalized look that Gojo sends his way, you can tell it's working.

"I'm a good boyfriend!" Gojo argues, looking at you as he motions towards Nanami. "Tell him!"

"He's right," you say with a laugh. "He's been very sweet and he even paid for lunch!"

"Well, I suppose the heart wants what it wants," Nanami finally says, removing his hand from your shoulder before looking over at the counter. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go eat before it's too late for lunch. Congratulations."

You wave as Nanami walks away before picking up your silverware once more. You pause when you feel Gojo's fingers brush against your other hand, before fully engulfing it in his. There's a confused smile on your face as you stare at him, flipping over your hand so you were palm to palm with his.

"Am I a good boyfriend?" he asks suddenly, catching you off guard with his words. You look at him for a little longer, blinking rapidly before you realized he was genuinely asking.

"The best," you say, squeezing his hand softly before leaning down to take a bite of food.

He looks down at the table and smiles.

Lunch dates with Gojo become common, the two of you exploring new restaurants and cafes every chance you got.

Holding hands with Gojo also becomes common, along with him paying for anything you wanted. (Whenever you'd argue and insist you'd pay, he would simply wave you off, making a comment about how he wouldn't be a good boyfriend if he didn't spoil you any chance he got.)

It’s only when Maki remarks that you never keep your hands off of each other that you finally come to a conclusion.

You are in love with Gojo Satoru.

And that’s the realization that currently has you running down the halls.

"Shoko!" you cry, bursting into her office and collapsing onto the chair across from her desk. She gives you an alarmed look, quickly scanning your body and relaxing slightly when she doesn't see any visible injuries.

"What's wrong?" she asks, concern lacing her voice as she studies your expression.

"I've come to a horrible realization," you say, eyes wide as you looked at her, trying to make her understand just how important this conversation was. She waves her hand, signaling for you to continue.

"I'm in love with Gojo," you whisper, looking slightly horrified when you realize you've finally said the words out loud. You glare at Shoko when she snorts, and she leans back in her seat as she looks at you expectantly.

"Yeah, I kinda assumed," she says dully, her tone making it seem as though you had stated a fact. you throw your head back and groan, throwing an arm over your eyes as you try to get comfortable.

"Is it that obvious?" you whine. There's a sigh from Shoko as she observes you, and you're glad that you're not looking at her in that moment. You don't think you can handle the look you know she's wearing.

"Yeah, you're dating." Shoko scoffs, stretching her leg out under her desk to kick at you.

"No, we're not," you admit, turning away from the ceiling to give her a guilty look. "He lied to you."

A strangled noise leaves Shoko's throat, and she wastes no time before reaching into her desk drawer and pulling out a packet of cigarettes. You give her a scowl, standing up and leaning over the desk to try and snatch them away from her. She swats you away, and you give a resigned sigh before sinking into your seat once more.

"That motherfucker," Shoko grumbles, pulling a lighter out of her coat pocket and flicking it. You watch as she lights the cigarette in her mouth, giving her a disappointed look that she chooses to ignore. She leans in slightly, taking a drag of the cigarette before nodding her head at you. "Why'd he lie to me?"

"Well he said that your cigarettes were on the line," you admit, also leaning in closer to the desk. You slide the ashtray on the corner of her desk closer to her, earning a thankful look. "All he had to do was get someone respectful to date him and you'd stop. So I helped him, because I've also been concerned about your smoking habits lately."

A loud laugh leaves Shoko's lips at your words, and you give her a confused look when she puts her cigarette out. There's a wide grin on her face as she gives you a knowing look, and you find yourself shifting in your seat as she just stares.

"He lied to you," she finally says, her voice even and tone casual, as though she hadn't just dropped a truth bomb on you.

"He what? Why?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you process her words. "Why would he lie to me about that?"

"Because," Shoko says, the smile still on her face. "The original bet wasn't that he had to date someone respectable. The original bet was that Gojo should grow a pair and finally ask out the person he's been in love with since we graduated high school."

You sit silently for a moment, so still that Shoko thinks you might not be breathing. She reaches over to poke your shoulder earning a wide-eyed look from you as her words echo in your head.

"He's in love with me?" you shriek.

Shoko laughs.

You've become more fidgety lately, enough to the point that Gojo notices.

When he reaches for your hand, you flinch, giving him a nervous smile and an apology before lacing your fingers with his. Every time he slings an arm around your shoulders, you tense, and Gojo can't help but ask you every time if his actions are okay. You always say yes.

Gojo notices you're often lost in thought, looking off into the distance and giving him an embarrassed smile when he waves his hand in front of your face to get your attention. He wonders what's happened, especially considering you've never been one to get lost inside of your own head.

It's not until the two of you are eating lunch (in his office this time) that he finally breaks, lowering the sunglasses he had chosen to wear that day and giving you a curious glance before speaking.

"So what's wrong?"

His question breaks you out of your dazed state, and you slide your lunch to the side before giving him a mildly convincing smile.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, tilting your head as you try to give him an innocent look. Gojo snorts at your response, remembering all the times he's answered your questions with those exact same words.

"That won't work on me," he chides, reaching out to grab your hand. His thumb skims the top of your knuckles, and you giggle nervously before trying to pull your hand back. His grip tightens slightly, and you sigh before grabbing onto his hand as well. "Now c'mon. Tell Gojo what's on your mind."

You raise an eyebrow, giving him an unimpressed look before sighing.

"I told Shoko," you admit quietly, watching as his eyes widen in surprise. "About... us."

"Oh," Gojo breathes, blinking rapidly. His hand goes limp around your own and you wait for him to keep speaking, but he only stares at you in return. You take the opportunity to slide your hand out of his grip, meeting no resistance this time as you do so.

"So I guess she wants that dinner right?" he asks, laughing hollowly as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Gojo," you say, your tone serious as you stare at him. "She told me the truth. About the bet."

"Oh," he repeats, his hand falling limply to his desk. He swallows harshly, giving you an unreadable look before leaning back in his seat. "Is that why you've been so distant lately?"

"Distant?" you echo, eyebrows furrowing. "I haven't been— oh."

You cut yourself off as you realize what Gojo means. All your avoidance, all the freezing up under his touch— he thought you were trying to distance yourself from him.

"I was trying to figure out..." you trail off, closing your eyes briefly in an attempt to hype yourself up. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you I feel the same."

There's a sharp intake of breath at your words, your whispered confession hanging in the air for a few seconds. You refuse to look up when you hear Gojo leave his seat, your heart pounding as he rounds his desk to approach you.

"Are you telling the truth?" Gojo whispers, his head hanging low as he crouches next to your chair. His voice is hoarse when he speaks again, and you find yourself glancing his way when his fingers graze yours. "Please, tell me you are. I know it was my idea, but I can't keep pretending we’re together when I’m in love with you."

"I am."

The words are barely out of your mouth when Gojo reaches out, his fingers splayed out across your cheek as he cups your jaw. You can feel him leaning in closer, his eyes closing when he leans his forehead against yours.

"You promise?" he mumbles. Your breath catches in your throat as you nod. "Good."

He leans in even closer, pausing when his nose bumps against yours. There's a brief moment of stillness before you take charge, leaning forward to close the gap between the two of you. Your lips meet in a soft kiss, and you pull away slightly, meeting Gojo's eyes briefly before the two of you dive right back in for another.

Your lips move in tandem with his, and you feel your stomach twist as he deepens the kiss. He gently pulls you off your seat, shifting so that his back is against his desk as he pulls you on to his lap. You straddle him without objection, his hands coming down to grab your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

Gojo pouts as you pull away to catch your breath, and he only reaches up to grab your chin and pull you down, pressing a multitude of soft kisses to your lips as his hold on your tightens.

"You know," you mumble in between kisses, your eyes fluttering as you lean further back. Gojo's lips chase yours. "When Shoko found out the truth, she had a packet of cigarettes ready to go."

"Well," Gojo starts, grabbing your hand with his as he presses another kiss to your lips. "I guess that means we just gotta go take them from her. After all, a bet is a bet."

extra:

Gojo eventually tells the first years, the second years, Shoko, Nanami, and even Yaga that the two of you are dating "for realsies". They're all confused until Shoko tells them about the bet and Maki immediately asks if you're sure you want to be with him. Gojo yells at her and she then proceeds to call Yuuta, who hesitantly congratulates the two of you over the phone.

rbs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

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Lol-ing at the idea of Jamie’s girlfriend being a few months older than him so when your different ages Jamie calls you “his gran” but completely stops when you refuse him kisses “cause I don’t kiss younger men” 💀💀💀

100% - he’d make jokes about you being a cougar when you’re out with your friends, but he doesn’t think it’s funny later when you don’t let him hang off of you all night because “I don’t date younger men” and everyone around you thinks it’s hilarious because it’s so obvious that Jamie can dish it but can’t take it when it comes to teasing you

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anons 🌻 said: ohhhhh if it’s ok w/ the author PLEASE write a fic based on that headcanon of mc being Charlie’s first love and dying and how that affected his life / Can you do an angsty MCxCharlie where the MC dies in the seventh year due to cursed vault related thing and this is why Charlie never got married? a/n: why y’all request sad things?:(

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It had been years, and Jacob (Lastname) still comes to visit Charlie in Romania, bringing wine and other small gifts from his many adventures. Charlie had first met him in his fifth year at Hogwarts, with you being by his side, as after many sleepless nights and demons defeated, your brother was finally found. Jacob was dishevelled, dazed, existing in almost a different plain, but you with great strength and determination had quite literally dragged him back to life. You were crying rivers back then, hugging your brother as if your heartbeat would jump start his, and once he regained consciousness you had squished Charlie, ripping at his clothes from relief. You were trembling like a leaf, years’ worth of emotions finally bubbling over into sobs and incoherent whispers. You were so raw, the slightest touch made you quiver from pain.

He recalls that memory most precisely. All in heart-breaking detail.

The day is sunny and bright; birds chirp; deep green fields sway from the breeze like the sea; animal, magical and not, bark at clouds and Jacob as he, with a heavy suitcase in hand, stumbles to Charlie’s door with a wicked grin. The younger man opens the door hurriedly, ushering him in. The house is small and cosy – you would have loved it, Jacob believes. Your brother makes his way to the kitchen, takes a seat and curiously watches Charlie fan the flames. An unruly, jumpy egg heats in the bright red flames. The windows fog up. Jacob loosens his tie as he breathes in the hot air.

“Is that…a…?” Jacob does not need to finish, as Charlie turns to him, his hair sticking to his face, a mad glint in his eye as a smile pinches his red freckled cheeks. Jacob sighs, “You know that hatching dragons is—“

“—Illegal?” Charlie raises a brow, “I’ll only get in trouble if I get caught.”

“Don’t get too cocky now, mate.” Jacob snickers, “No girl will find that attractive.” He comments, opening his suitcase. Charlie stills by the fire place, his head turning back to the egg. The kitchen falls silent as Jacob rummages for a souvenir. The flames click and crack.

“I…have no interest in other girls.” Charlie finally says, his voice quiet and sombre. Jacob halts his searches; out of the corner of his eye he sees Charlie stand up straight, cross his arms over his chest. “Do you…” Charlie starts uncertain, “Do you think she…(Name)…she would have…liked it here?”

Jacob can tell this question had been on Charlie’s mind for much longer than the boy wants to admit. Jacob closes the suitcase, lays it by his feet, “(Name) and I grew up in a big, empty house. There were a few servants running about, and our parents did love us dearly, but for the most part it was just I and her, alone, watching the sunrise or playing hide and seek in the halls.” Jacob looks around the room – it reminds him of a smaller, compacted version of the Burrow – and sighs, “She would have loved it here, Charlie.” Jacob finally admits, “She would have never felt alone again. Here, with you.” He notes a picture hanging on the wall, right next to a magical clock. It’s you, a seventeen year old with a grin so bright that the colourless photograph does not do it justice. You hold young Charlie’s hand, he, blushing, though smug, glancing away every two seconds to look at the camera, but his gaze always returns to you. You are laughing, saying something, though what Jacob can never tell.

He remembers taking this picture. It had been your and Charlie’s anniversary. The two of you had been together for three years and the plans after Hogwarts were as grand as they were ridiculous.

Sadly, a bad accident, another Vault opening, had taken your life, destroyed those very same plans, and left nothing but heartache in its wake. With the help of Rowan and Ben, the Vault was sealed, never to open again. But there was nothing that could be done to save you.

Jacob hardly recalls that day. In his mind it is like a dream - hazy, unstable, and fleeting. Perhaps that is for the best. He likes to remember you as you appear in the photograph - beautiful and silly, with a laugh that was as melodious as it was obnoxious. Strange, he almost forgot the sound of your voice. If it was not for the picture, he might have.

Charlie sets down a few glasses on the table. They click loudly, catching Jacob’s attention, “Is it…bad if I think about her often?” He questions.

Jacob gives him a small, strained smile, “No…I think she’d be happy you think of her at all.”

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Stuck Together - Damian Wayne x Reader

Requested by Anon - a story where the reader and Damian like each other but won’t admit it cuz they’re too stubborn so the batfam try to get them together.

Happy Birthday Anon’s friend!!

Damian watched you from across the cave as Alfred wrapped the cut on his arm. You were working on updating files on the batcomputer. The glow from the computer highlighted your face in a way that fascinated him. His fingers twitched with the need to draw to you.

“Master Damian, you may go change now,” Alfred stated, finishing the bandage on Damian’s cut. When Damian didn’t move, Alfred raised an eyebrow, noticing how intently Damian studied you. “Master Damian,” Alfred said again sharply. Damian finally dragged his gaze away from you to look at Alfred. “I’m done with the bandage. You may go change now.”

“TT,” Damian huffed, sliding off the table to stalk over to the changing area. When he passed you, you spun around in the chair to face him causing him to slowly stop, catching your eye.

“Are you okay, Damian?” you asked, glancing at the bandage on his arm. He touched the bandage, shrugging his shoulders.

“It is nothing,” Damian replied softly. The two of you fell silent, caught up in each other’s eyes. A solid minute passed without either of you making a sound. You both would have been there forever if Dick hadn’t appeared, clapping his hand on Damian’s shoulder to snap the two of you out of it.

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No One Knows Love Like The Beatles

Chapter Five: Every Little Thing

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader

Summary: Eddie got the girl, he’s the luckiest boy in Derry. Or is he?

When I’m with her, I’m happy

Looking over at the nearby aisle, Eddie spots Y/N. Craning his neck, he sees that she’s in the medical aisle. The hots of his ears turn hot as he recalls how they met. “She must of thought I’m a coward.” She looked up as he ducked down, his stomach felt uneasy. The Kaspbrak boy reached for his inhaler, but halted as he remembered what Bill had said about a mystery girl. “I felt like i couldn’t breathe around her. I was happy she was there, but I wanted to stop feeling to nervous” Had Eddie fallen for his new friend?

There is one thing I’m sure of

I will love her forever

For I know love will never die

When He’d asked her out on a date, he didn’t expect her to say yes. Euphoric was the only way to describe how he was feeling. “Eddie! You have to see this!” She called, waking the smaller boy from his daydream. “It’s beautiful, Y/N.” She smiled, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Can I ask you something?” Y/N’s smile turned nervous. “Of course.” “Okay...i um... I really like this person. And I don’t know how to tell them. What do you think I should do?” Eddie froze as the words processed. He felt his heart break in two. Was this what dying felt like? “You should be yourself. Actually Y/N, I need to go home.” She yelled a goodbye as he walked away, willing his heart to stop beating so fast.

How could he have missed this? What went wrong? Eddie replayed everything, trying to find where he made a mistake. The carnival. When he asked her out.

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” “Yeah totally. I’ll see you then.”

Tears ran down his cheeks. God he’d really fucked this one up. Of course it was too good to be true. He wishes he could go back, live in his ignorant bliss forever. “I have to let her go. But can I?”

#eddie kaspbrak stanley uris #eddie kaspbrak x reader #no one knows love like the beatles #the beatles #it 2017 series #it 2017 #stranger things series #lucas sinclair #will byers #dustin henderson #jane hopper #jim hopper #steve harrington #stranger things imagine

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Why can’t you see?

Stefan X Reader

Stefan believed he was doomed to be ordinary. When he’d gotten his letter, his dad wasnt shocked. Stefan’s mom had been a witch. In a way, this brought them closer. Stefan’s dad had pulled out pictures from her time at Hogwarts.

From what, his new friend Colin had told him on the train. Most Slytherins were evil. And to stay away from them.

Stefan and Colin had been sorted into Gryffindor. The hat had said both would do well in Slytherin. But the two boys refused.

The sorting ceremony went on for a while. The only two that sparked this interest was Y/N L/N’s and Eve St. Clair. Stefan had seen them on the train. Y/N had bought Colin a chocolate frog after Eve stepped on his.

Y/N had been sorted into Gryffindor while her friend was a Slytherin.

“Thank you for buying me that chocolate frog.” He said. She smiled. “Eve would never have done it. I feel the need to fix her mistakes. I would hate them to hurt her later.”

Stefan soaked in her words like a sponge. “Maybe that’s what she needs. To be responsible for her actions.”

During the summer, Stefan had Colin and Y/N over. His dad teased him about her relentlessly. It wasn’t until the last night that he realized his own feelings. None of them could sleep, so Y/N suggested they stargaze. Her eyes sparkled as she pointed out constellations

And now in their sixth year, it was getting harder to keep it from her.

In fourth year, she’d gone to the Yule Ball with Harry Potter. And had been the one he had to rescue in the black lake. Colin had said it the perfect opportunity to tell her how he felt.

Harry and Y/N hadn’t worked out. Harry had pushed her away to keep her safe. In fifth year, Y/N had sworn off boys to focus on her studies and Quidditch. She said maybe she’d try relationships again in sixth year:m. If she found the right potion.

Potions Class had always terrified the Dream Team. They had that class with Slytherin. But now that Professor Slughorn taught them, He was a little less scared. Stefan watched as Eve tried to steal Y/N, but wasn’t quick enough and had to work with Lavender Brown. Colin had went to work with this Slytherin girlfriend Kitty. Stefan walked towards Y/N, but wasn’t beaten by The Boy Who Lived. He stood next to Hermione Granger and hoped she wouldn’t yell at him.

Slughorn observed the room. “In this cauldron, we have Amortenia. It is one of the most powerful potions in the world. Can any of you tell me what it does.” Y/N spike up before Hermione could. “It’s a love potion sir.” Stefan looked at Hermione and instead of anger, Hermione looked at Y/N with respect. “What’s your name, dear?” “Y/N L/N. I’m a half blood.” Y/N’s voice became timid as she mentioned her heritage. “Ah, Mr. Potter has told me you are a fantastic witch. Maybe the brightest of her age.” Stefan’s blood boiled.

How was he supposed to compete with that?!

“We aren’t going to brew this one today, but I would like some students to tell me what they smell.

“You! What’s your name?” Stefan’s breath hitched. Why him?

“Stefan Butler.”

“Go on. Tell us what you smell.”

“I smell Honey, Baby’s breath, Freshly made Pancakes, and uh...that’s all.”

Y/N had just broken up with Harry. “Are you okay?” Stefan whispered. “I think I loved him.” Y/N peeked at him through her hair. “You did nothing wrong. Despite what everyone might say. You didnt do anything. You two just weren’t right for each other.” Y/N cried harder. “That’s not why we broke up.” “What happened, love?” “He said he cared about me too much to let me be hurt by the Dark Lord.” Stefan handed her a cup of tea he made for her. In unison, they said “two sugars and a dash of honey.”

Colin and Y/N had gone into town while Stefan talked to his dad. “You should tell her how you feel.” Stefan felt his palms get sweaty. “How do I do that?” “Flowers, a song, just let her know. Before it’s too late.” Stefan thanked his father, before running towards town. He grabbed Queen Anne’s Lace before he literally ran into Colin. “Are those for Y/N?” “Yeah.” “Glad you manned up, but if you hurt her I will kill you.” “Where-“She’s in the sports shop looking for more knee guards.” Stefan rushed into the shop, only to find The Harry Potter giving Y/N a bouquet of Baby’s Breath and Roses. She hates roses. But her eyes sparkled at the baby’s breath. He walked out of the shop, towards Colin. “What happened, mate?” “I was too late.” Curse Harry Potter and his Baby’s Breath.

It was the morning after Colin and Y/N had stayed over for the first time. Stefan and Colin crept down the stairs to see Y/N making pancakes and Stefan’s dad sitting at the table eating them. “Good morning!” She chirped. “You’re happy.” Colin smiled. “Yes. Ron Weasley has invited me to the burrow next week.” “That sounds boring.” Y/N huffed, setting down blueberry pancakes in front of Colin and chocolate chip ones in front of Stefan. “I can talk to Hermione. She’s brilliant.” Stefan spoke through a mouthful of pancake. “so are you.” “I should take a shower. I smell like pancakes.” Stefan smiled at her brightly. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Stefan had smelled one last thing. Lavender Shampoo. Y/N’s Shampoo.

“Very good.” Slughorn beamed.

“Eve St Clair.”

“Sir, I smell Lavender Shampoo, hot cocoa, books, and just after it rains.” “Interesting.” Slughorn mused. “Last but not least, Harry Potter.”

Stefan watched with clenched fists as Harry looked at Y/N. “I smell Roses, watermelon chapstick, fresh cookies, Lavender shampoo, and a broomstick handle.”

Hermione’s hand shot up. “Sir, I was wondering. If two people love the same person, will they smell the same thing?” Slughorn was delighted at the question.

“They will not smell the same thing,but there might be one thing in common. Like let’s say two people loved me and they all smelled Butterbeer.”

Stefan observed the room once more and it clicked. Eve and Harry were in love with you. God conquering your heart was going to be a whole lot harder now.

#stefan butler x reader #stefan butler imagine #stefan butler #black mirror #bandersnatch

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Forbidden Fruit

Stefan Butler x Reader

One sided Stefan x OC

Stefan Butler was one of a kind. You’d liked him since Colin had introduced you. But you couldn’t have him. Not when Eve wanted him. Eve was your best friend. Y/N knew she was a bad friend. She constantly told her she were ugly and that her games were bad. But she was one of Y/N’s only friends, so she told herself she was just trying to help.

After Colin had introduced you to Stefan, Eve pulled you by the arm while you gave an apologetic smile to the boys. “What do you want, Eve?” “Stefan. Since you two are buddies now. I want you to talk me up. Make him like me more.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. “Sure Eve.”

Colin patted her shoulder. “Hey can you help Stefan with Bandersnatch. He could use some help from a legendary programmer such as yourself.” Eve laughed. “Y/N? Good at programming?!” She rolled her eyes before continuing, “Y/N’s games are awful! Am I the only one with common sense?”

Everyone went silent. Colin opened his mouth to defend Y/N,but she silenced him. “You’re right, Eve. My games are rubbish. Maybe you should help him, Colin.” Y/N walked towards your desk silently.

Stefan nervously made his way up to your desk. “I know you said Colin was a better one to ask, but he said you would know this.” That was the start of a beautiful friendship. Y/N was the only one allowed to help with Bandersnatch.

Once Bandersnatch became famous and got 5/5 stars, Y/N along with Colin, Kitty, and Pearl helped Stefan find an apartment. She was already friends with Kitty, but now she lied to Eve and started to hang out with Kitty more.

When she found out, she was livid. She called you a lying tramp and if you didn’t make Stefan fall in love with her, she’d ruin your life.

That Saturday, Stefan asked Y/N to meet him at a coffee shop near his apartment. Said he wanted to talk about their games. He probably just wanted to ask her about Eve. Maybe get her advice on how to ask her out.

The overwhelming smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries hit her nose. Stefan was at booth in the corner sipping on a coffee. He already had a hot chocolate waiting for her.

He really wasn’t lying. He wanted to talk about their games. Whenever she tried to bring up Eve, he changed the subject. “Can I show you what I’m working on? It’d really help if I knew you liked it.” He stuttered out. “Of course! What are friends for?”

The whole walk to his apartment, Y/N rambled about Eve. “She’s really nice and funny. Her hair is so pretty! Have you ever noticed that? She respects your games so much. She said you’re a genius.” It wasn’t until you were inside his apartment that he stopped you. “First of all, Eve is not nice.” “She’s nice to you.” “But shes mean to you. You are her friend.” “She’s so pretty.” “I’ve seen prettier.” Y/N groaned. “She loves your games.” Stefan stared deeply into Y/N’s eyes. “She hates your games.” You looked down. How could you make Eve look good now? “Why do you keep talking about her to me?” Y/N scrambled to come up with an excuse. She couldn’t so she blurted out. “Eve likes you!” “What?!” Stefan’s head snapped up. “She’s liked you for months.” You sighed. “She wanted me to talk her up. Make you like her.” “Oh.” Stefan stood up from his spot at his computer. He leaned against the wall opposite to you.

“I love someone else.” “Eve isn’t going to be happy.” “I could never like Eve...because I love you.” He pushed off from his spot on the wall and came to kiss you hungrily. Without thinking, Y/N kissed back with as much hunger. Once she realized what she was going, she pushed him away gently. “We can’t. I can’t be with you.” Stefan looked crushed. “It’s because of Eve, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Why do you care do much about her! She’s awful to you!” Stefan tried to make you see reason. “Without Eve I am nothing.” “Who told you that? Eve? Without Eve, you have me, Colin, Pearl. You have so many people who love you and you worry about Eve!” “I’m sorry I can’t do that to her.” Y/N wrapped her arms around herself. She was retreating into herself and Stefan hated it. “Why can’t you! Eve does it without thinking. Like it’s second nature.” Y/N was used to people comparing her and Eve. Saying how Eve was prettier and better in every way. Even when Stefan was telling her he wanted to be with her, He compared her to Eve. The love she felt in that kiss was gone and she felt cold. She looked at him and felt her worst fear rise to her mind. Subconsciously he likes Eve. And no matter what he is going to compare them.

Y/N couldn’t let Stefan be with her and long for Eve. Even if he didn’t know it. He wanted Eve. Everyone did.

“I’m not Eve.”

Y/N picked up her stuff and tried to walk out the door. “I didn’t mean it! Y/N, wait!”

She ignored his calls. And refused to listen when Kitty told her to listen to what he had to say. Even Colin had called on behalf of Stefan.

When Monday rolled around, she dreaded it. She had to deal with Eve, Stefan and Colin. Eve had found her first. “What did Stefan say?” “I won’t say the exact words, but you should go for it.” Eve squealed and threw her arms around you.

Even if Stefan tried, Eve would never let him talk to you now. Two birds, one stone.

Somehow you’d angered Eve. She ripped you to shreds. Brought up your biggest insecurities, how she’d stolen who you thought you’d marry one day. How she was better in every way. Colin was vibrating with anger. It was comedic how red his face was. You knew you looked pathetic. The tears weren’t easy to keep at bay.

“I’m tired of you, Eve.” Stefan spoke up. “You are so evil to talk down someone so utterly breathtaking such as Y/N. I don’t even know what you do here? What gives you the right to talk about her games! You’ve never played them or listened to Y/N talk about them.”

Stefan’s voice grew quieter towards the end. He was shy. Eve looked at you. Her eyes softened. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N.” She walked towards Thakur, who had come out of his office as Stefan started talking. “I quit.” “Eve!” She turned around. “I thought you said you’d ruin my life.” No matter what, Y/N could never stay angry with Eve. “I’ve done that enough.”

Stefan pushed through people to hug Y/N. “I love you. I am so sorry for making you think otherwise.” Y/N pushed Stefan’s hair back. “I think I love you too.” “I’ll love you until the day you truly love me.” “What happens after that?” “I’ll love you harder.”

This went off track but I’m writing a Hogwarts AU with Stefan. And Eve is coming back in it.

#stefan butler imagine #stefan butler x reader #bandersnatch #black mirror #fionn whitehead #fionn whitehead x reader

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I thought I could be happy today but I was wrong

T’was A Fateful Night

Below are teen wolf preferences of what the characters would do if you died. A few of them are long and a few of them are short and straight to the point. Hit me up in the inbox if you want additions. Happy Halloween and we begin regular posting sometime tomorrow. Have a Spoopy Night ;)

Stiles

The engine roared as it charged past honking cars and squealing brakes. Sweat rolled down his forehead and his heart pounded against his chest. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, her eyelids becoming heavy. Stiles took a brief second to glance at her. His body trembled in fear, she looked worse than when she got pierced with a hunter’s arrow. It wasn’t just any hunter, it was Allison Argent. She was hunting Erica and Boyd because she wanted revenge for her mother’s death.

“Stiles, where are we going?”

Y/N giggled as she jumped from rock to rock. His hands held hers tightly as they crossed the racing stream. He was finally going to do it. He was going to tell his best friend that he was in love with her. Things were rocky ever since he got intertwined into Scott’s life and the supernatural. Although, after everything that he’d been through, she was the one person that could make him smile without effort.

“Stilinski, if you don’t answer me, I’ll—”

“We’re here!”

It was a clearing in the woods, the moon shone high in the sky and the air was cool. Stiles had set up a blanket and a few candles. Y/N laughed and looked over at him.

“What is all this?”

“Sit down, mi'lady”

She chuckled at the pet name and took a seat. Stiles pulled out a few snacks and drinks out of his backpack. They laughed and talk for a while until they came to a nice quiet pause. He grabbed her hand and held it in his for a bit, the heat made his hands clammy. She looked over at him and smiled. He didn’t return it because his eyes drifted to her lips. With careful thinking, Stiles leaned in to give her a kiss when she pulled back, let go of his hand, and dashed away. Stiles groaned and scrambled onto his feet to catch her.

She gave a cheesy, fake wolf howl as she ran.

He couldn’t help but laugh at how silly she was—-until she wasn’t anymore.

Y/N doubled over and fell to the ground.

Stiles thought she had tripped, so he had this giant grin on his face as he approached her.

“Get up you lazy bum—Y/N?”

His voice grew serious as he saw the blood pooling out from her side.

A rustle from behind him caught his attention.

Allison dropped her bow and covered her mouth with both hands.

There wasn’t enough time to think, to yell, to do anything. Everything had happened so fast.

And they were still happening too fast.

Stiles lurched out of the jeep and pulled her out, not even caring that she was too heavy for him. He used his fear to fuel him inside and scream for help. Nurses from different directions rushed to get her on a gurney. Her eyes flitted open a few times and she grasped Stiles’ hand before a nurse could try and drag him away.

“Sir, we need to get her to the ICU”

“You have to let go”

“I’m sorry, you can’t come with us beyond this point”

He kicked and fought to stay by her side. Security snatched him up because he became violent and attacked the staff. A fellow police officer grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away from the double doors.

It must’ve been hours before a doctor came to see him. Stiles shot out of his chair, his hands were shaking too much.

“It was hard but we managed to do the surgery. Y/N practically died because she wouldn’t let us operate on her”

“W-Why?”

“She wanted to see you”

Stiles walked into the white room to see the love of his life, connected to these tubes and wires. The sight made him want to cry. Her skin had become pale and her lips were dry, but he still thought she was beautiful, even at her absolute worse. She turned her head slightly when she saw him come in.

“Hey, loser”

Stiles laughed and held her hand. He tried his best not to let the tears fall from his eyes because he knew how much she hated seeing people cry. They didn’t talk much. Until he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I thought I lost you”

“I guess it’s my lucky day”

“Y/N, I shouldn’t have brought you out there, I’m sor—”

“Shh, I loved my cheese and crackers”

Stiles couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She gave a light chuckle and rubbed her thumbs in a circular motion on his hand.

“Tell me a secret,” she whispered.

He stammered and gave a dry swallow.

“I’ll tell you later. Let me get you a drink”

“Please, Stiles, now”

Her breathing was a bit spacey, but he didn’t think anything of it. Stiles smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I’ll have all the time in the world to tell you. Get some rest, I’ll be right back”

Her grip was strong, and her eyes were dull.

“Y/N, I promise. I’ll tell you everything”

He gave her a long kiss on the cheek then left the room. The vending machine was just around the corner. The machine kept sending his money back. When it finally went in, he saw nurses and doctors run down the hallway. He furrowed his eyebrows then wiped his face and sighed. The drink was room temperature, but it was cold enough as it went down his throat. So why did it still feel dry?

Stiles grabbed another drink and walked back to the room. The Pepsi splashed onto the floor as the can rolled away. He saw a crowd around her body, the monotone sound of a flatline buzzed through his ears, and his heart shattered when he saw the hand that he was just holding fall lifeless to the side. Stiles looked to the side, barely blinking, his eyes burning. He saw her murderer and his other best friend turn into the hallway. They both came to a halt when they made eye-contact. Allison shook her head began to cry. Stiles looked back at what was left of Y/N. This time the tears fell, and he couldn’t stop them. He felt as though time had frozen over and he was stuck in time.

He never got to say it.

Instead of three words, he heard four: she didn’t make it.

Peter

“You don’t have to be bad, you know,” Peter mocked her. He was tired of hearing how could change. He didn’t want to change.

“No, thanks. I’ll pass”

Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“You say that now”

“No, I say that always”

“Always?”

“Always”

She moved a box off one of the shelves and peered inside. Peter didn’t notice until he glanced over at her. He rushed over and snatched the pictures out of her hands.

“Who was that?”

“No one”

“Then why did she look like me?”

Peter sighed and looked at Y/N.

“You ever heard of a doppelgänger?”

Peter told Y/N the story about his first love.

Her name was Aryn.

She was in his opinion, not the most beautiful girl in the world but she was the most glorious person he’d ever known. Her mind was brilliant, and she always had a witty comment to tackle him with. Peter said that once he had fallen in love with the way her brain worked, he began to see how enchanting she truly was. No one ever made him fall head over heels like the way she did.

“This food is horrible”

“Then why do you eat it?”

“Because I’m hungry”

“Maybe the food is fine, maybe you’re the picky one. It’s not like it asked to be eaten”

“Well aren’t you the smart-aleck”

“Thank you for realizing my intelligence”

Peter attacked her and pinned her down in the field. She laughed making him fall in love with her even more.

“So, how did she die?”

“She found out what I was”

Peter closed the box and put it back on the shelf.

“And that’s what got her killed”

He turned around and wasn’t prepared to be attacked by Y/N.

She placed her ear on his chest and hugged him tightly.

“That’s why you push me away, isn’t it?”

Peter sighed and pried her off him.

“Y/N, hate to break it to ya, but, you will never be Aryn. Never”

Y/N looked down at her fingers and chuckled.

“Yeah, no, obviously”

A part of Peter began to regret what he said when he saw tears, pooling around her eyelids.

“Y/N–”

“I’m going to go have a look outside. I’ll leave you alone”

He watched as she walked away and out of the vault.

He kicked a nearby box and cursed under his breath.

Peter bent down to pick up the stuff that fell out of it when he came across an old envelope. The seal was still on it, suggesting he never opened it. He took out the letter that was inside and began to read:

Dear Peter,

Please forgive yourself.

I felt it in the wind and I felt it in the back of my throat.

There was this unmistakable dryness that I could not quench or run from. I want you to know that whatever shall happen to me, it was not your fault.

You have given me the greatest gift that anyone has given me—-passionate, unfiltered love. I can say that I lived a longer life than Juliet. That our love was not wasted.

I know you better than yourself sometimes.

I know that you’ll go the rest of your long life blaming yourself for my death. Don’t. You can’t control the universe and how it makes its decision.

My last request is that you move forward and let your heart pump with that passion that I have come to know quite well. Find someone to love, Peter. Don’t retreat to the darkness because you think that it’s the only solution. You don’t have to be bad.

I love you and I wish you happiness.

Sincerely Yours, the first woman that you’ll love and hopefully not the last,

Aryn

Peter felt the wind being knocked out of him. She had written this the day she died. She knew this would happen. He looked back at the entrance to the vault. The guilt of Aryn’s death didn’t allow him to see straight. The denial that held inside prevented him from accepting the truth. It was a different feeling but it was on that made him feel good. Whenever he was with Y/N, whether it was him scolding her for disobeying him or having a light-hearted conversation, he was happy in his own screwed up way. He was dwelling in her presence. The reason why he was pushing her away was because he was scared of falling in love again. But it was too late. He already did.

He rushed outside of the vault and scoured the place looking for her. She came out of the school, the lights hitting her skin just the way he liked it.

“Y/N!”

His heart felt light and the world seemed to come to a halt.

“I didn’t find anything. I’m sorry”

“Forget about that”

“Seriously? What happened?”

“I realized something”

“That doesn’t sound good”

“No, it doesn’t”

Peter snapped his head over to a familiar voice. Kate grabbed Y/N by her hair and held her neck with her other hand. She shrieked in fear.

“How are you alive?”

“That’s no way to greet a friend. Didn’t you miss me?”

“Let her go!”

“Why? She’s leverage”

“It’s okay, Peter. It’s okay, I’m not Aryn, remember?”

A piece of him broke when she said that. He made her feel like she wasn’t worthy enough.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean—”

“I don’t care what’s going on between you two. I care about my revenge, I mean, look what you did to me”

Kate’s claws extended, and her skin morphed into a blue color with spots on her face.

“You have to pay for what you did”

“Let her go!”

Peter partially transformed and let out a roar making Kate laugh.

“Now that’s reaction I was looking for!”

“Peter, stop! Remember what I said, okay? You don’t have to be bad”

“I do,” Kate slid her sharp claws across Y/N’s throat.

Blood gushed out and Y/N clutched the area, falling forward.

“No!”

Peter caught her before she fell and held her to his chest. Tears rushed down his face, his every being became rigid.

“Not again! Oh God, not again! I’m so sorry, Y/N, it’s all my fault”

She held his cheek and tried to smile before her body became cold and the world faded to black. She always believed in him but now the thought of Peter being good was crushed as he held a dying Y/N in his arms.

Jordan/Parrish

“Just promise me you won’t go out tonight”

Y/N sighed and picked up her bag. Jordan was always looking out for her ever since they met. He said it was this attraction that couldn’t explain. Like something was magnetizing him to her. They soon discovered that he was a hellhound and it was in his nature to protect the supernatural. Deaton said it was unusual for hellhounds to be strongly drawn to humans. Kira being the adorable fox she is, suggested that they were probably in love. In a way, she was right. He just didn’t know if she felt the same way for him.

“Why would I do that?”

“Y/N, I’m serious”

“I had plans”

“Cancel them”

“Jordan, come on, I–”

“Do I have to send a unit over to your place? Y/N, someone tried to attack you”

“Keyword being tried. You were there to protect me”

“What if I can’t be there the next time?”

Y/N walked over to Jordan and held his hands in hers.

“Look, the creep was at the club. I’m not working tonight so you have nothing to worry about”

He sighed and interlocked his fingers in-between hers. An urge passed through him and his skin began to sizzle. Within a second of looking at her eyes, he placed a kiss on her lips. It was, for a lack of better words, nice. She bit her lips to conceal a smile which was not working by the way. He placed two fingers on her chin, his eyes wide.

“Promise me”

“Fine but you have to come by later,” she ran her hands past his collarbones and rested them on his shoulders.

“You got a deal”

Y/N danced around her condo, moving from the kitchen to her living room and getting ready for a boring night inside. She flipped through the channels and hummed to a tune that was stuck in her head. Deciding to watch a rerun of I Love Lucy, she cut out little paper angels to send to her nieces back in Santa Monica. After thirty minutes had passed, her friend called her on the phone. They talked while Y/N went to go do the dirty dishes. When she hung up, she set the phone on the counter and went to use the bathroom.

Music blared from a speaker near the TV. She rushed to turn it off but she couldn’t find the off button so she unplugged it. A ring from the other side of the room made her jump. She ran for it and answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s me, Scott”

“Oh, hi Scott”

“Are you okay? You sound a little scared”

“I’m fine. Why are you calling on Jordan’s phone?”

“Because…”

“I can’t believe you assholes are out on a job without me!”

“Look, the last time you got hurt. Besides, it’s probably nothing”

“Put him on the phone”

“I can’t”

“Ugh, then put me on speaker”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll be there as soon as we finish up”

“Stiles, cut it out!”

“Great. Lydia and Stiles are there too? Way to exclude me from the group”

Jordan took the phone off the speaker to talk to you alone.

“Remember what I said earlier? It’s not a deal if I don’t hold up to the end of my bargain”

“Am I still on speaker?”

“No, why?”

“I hope that kiss wasn’t a way to get me to say yes”

“It was”

“Wow”

“But it meant something else too. I don’t give those away for free, you know”

“I don’t believe you”

“I’ll make you believe when I see you later. We’ll make it quick and then I’m all yours for the evening”

“Okay, bye, I love you”

“I love you too”

Joran hung up the phone and smiled then gasped when he realized what he said. The smile began to creep back when he realized what she said.

“I’ve never seen so much blood. Stiles is still passed out”

Scott laughed and looked in the back seat to find his unconscious friend. The constant flashing of light caught his attention. They weren’t on the way to his place. They were in a different neighborhood that was crawling in cop cars and ambulances. Scott shook Jordan’s arm. He turned around to reveal his bright, fiery eyes.

“Parrish?”

Jordan abruptly stopped the car and blinked his eyes a few times.

“Where are we?”

“I don’t know”

They heard a car door slam and looked at Lydia standing in front of the car. Scott and Jordan looked at each other before they got out and followed her. She stopped in front of a gurney and continued to stare at it. Scott moved to pull the sheet back when a police officer stopped him. Jordan showed him his badge and the officer took a step back. Scott continued to pull the sheet back and that’s when Lydia let out a sob. Scott wheeled around and held her in his arms. Jordan couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“W-What happened?”

“Friend called it in. She called the station saying the deceased wasn’t picking up her phone. A unit came by to check the place when they heard a glass being broken. The killer barely escaped just as they kicked down the door. Forensics will give you a better idea of how he killed her. It’s a damn shame. She was so young”

Jordan felt his body being consumed in flames.

He turned around and ran away from the crime scene. Scott ran after him.

“Parrish, stop!”

Jordan’s skin combusted in anger and his clothes slowly began to burn. Scott tried to stop him, but Jordan grabbed him the neck and flung him into a nearby car. He let out a roar and exposed the sharp teeth that replaced his human ones. Scott had never seen him this angry before.

“Don’t do this,” he strained.

“Y/N wouldn’t want you to—”

“She’s dead,” Jordan’s voice was now a deep howl.

“He must pay”

Scott watched as he disappeared into the night with no doubt in his mind that Jordan was going to kill again.

Derek

The flashbacks came back again. The insistent recurring nightmares that he could never shake. Derek threw the glass against the wall and let out a grunt of frustration. His muscles tensed and there was nothing he could do to stop them from coming back.

“Derek?”

Y/N turned around in fear as she heard a twig snap. Her heart pounded in the cold night. There was nothing around, it was nothing but silence. She looked up into the tree and saw bright blue eyes looking down on her. She made a run for it but it was too late. She was tackled to the floor. A scream belted from her chest but it soon turned into a giggle.

“I told you, you have to slow your breathing. I could hear you from a mile away”

“I was scared. You’re a pretty scary person, you know that, right?”

Derek smiled and shook his head.

“Scarier than hunters with guns and arrows?”

“Definitely”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long kiss. He crept his hand up her shirt and cupped his hands around her chest while dipping down to give playful bites on her neck.

“Scarier than the Kanima?”

Y/N let out a soft moan and bit her lip. He knew what to do to make her crumble. Derek loved the sound and taste of Y/N. She was his favorite thing to have.

“Can you please show me how?”

Derek met his lustful gaze with hers. It always amazed him to see how much she could match his passion.

“Turn me”

“No”

Derek lifted himself up and down on the pull-up bar. Y/N was bent on having him turn her ever since she found out he was an Alpha. Things were fine the way they were. Why would he want to change that?

“Derek, please. You tell me all the time about how I have to be careful because of the monsters that lurk in the dark but how am I supposed to protect myself?”

“I’ve been training you, haven’t I?”

“You and I both know that’s not going to do anything against a gun”

“I taught you what to do if someone points a gun at you”

“What are you going to do if I die, Derek?”

He dropped down from the bar and slowed his breathing from the workout. His eyes were cold, and his chest heaved up and down.

“You’re not going to”

“Why? Cause you’ll be there to protect me? Save that soft shit for someone else”

Y/N turned to leave the loft.

“Where are you going?”

“Does it matter? I’ll protect myself like you taught me”

The door slammed shut leaving Derek to think.

Why would she want that?

The walls rumbled as the sky roared with thunder. Derek held Y/N in his arms, rocking her back and forth while rubbing her back. She wanted him to turn her, so she wouldn’t have to be weak anymore. So, she wouldn’t lose him. Derek found it hard to resist her any longer. He cleaned up the cuts that were inflicted by her step-dad. Once he was done, he placed light kiss over them. Removing the pain from her body. They were in sync and knew what to do with each other. Y/N pulled her shirt over her head while Derek allowed her to remove his.

“There’s no going back. Once I do this–”

“I’m ready,” Y/N arched her neck away from him with a smile on her face.

Derek sucked in a breath and leaned down to kiss her soft skin. Seconds later, his teeth bore into her flesh, making her squirm around in pain. She dug her nails into his back and held back the shrill scream in the back of her throat. The blood trickled out of his mouth and onto his chest. When he was done, he carried her over to the bed and held her close to him.

“Thank you, Derek”

Derek looked at his reflection in the broken shards of the whiskey bottle. It happened so suddenly. He didn’t have enough time.

The constant patter from the window stirred Derek from his sleep. He felt a cold spot on the bed. He looked down to see blood drenching the bed. Y/N looked pale and her breathing was labored.

She turned around to look at him.

“Why am I not healing?”

Derek scrambled from his spot on the bed and held her close to him.

“Am I dying?”

“I knew it! I shouldn’t have bit you!”

She shook her head and started crying.

“Don’t do that, I shouldn’t have asked you”

“Y/N…”

“I’m cold, Derek”

“I’m so sorry,” tears streamed from his eyes and down onto her face.

“I lied”

“What?”