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death by a thousand cuts

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

an: a wild taylor as gojo has appeared. enjoy. satoru as taylor swift anon who is always in the asks, this is for you. i see you and i hear you.

“holy shit. there’s no way you’re on his fucking linked in during class?” megumi whispers.

you feel your eyes widen as you look to your left to find a very, deeply distraught megumi staring at you. and it’s almost like clockwork, the way he abandons his accounting spreadsheet – and quickly slides into the messages app on his laptop.

the three consecutive buzzes of your phone thrum under your thigh come before you see nobara and yuuji turn their heads back, two rows ahead of you in the lecture hall, and looking awfully more distraught than megumi.

“you’re kidding.” nobara mouths.

“freak!” yuuji whispers, earning you a set of weird glances from the group at your right.

you glare at the two of them, before turning to megumi and bringing your foot down on top of his. megumi winces, giving you a very characteristic and unbothered eye roll, before he returns to finishing up his spreadsheet.

you pull your hood up over your ears, cheeks warm and pink from embarrassment, before you focus back on the screen.

you know that he’s right. that there is really no point at looking at his account – not when you have all of the details memorized.

Satoru Gojo Senior Data Science Student @ Tokyo Technical Institute

three work experiences. data analytics intern for the justice project. hackathon project lead. meadow investments development engineer.

two degrees under his education. because he’s dual enrolled and set to get a bachelor’s in computer science and a masters in engineering by the end of his term next year.

and one organization. alpha kappa psi, the business fraternity.

the only reason you were at the scene of the crime.

it was all miwa’s fault. and partially yours, for being so willing to come to her aid – at all times. when she asked you to accompany her to the bid party – just because she wanted to support mechamaru fresh in their new relationship and didn’t do too well in social situations – you had all but obliged. at the most, you would get a cheap shot and brownie points to get miwa to run the errands for the entire month.

except when it came to it, miwa wasn’t nervous at all, only because mechamaru had spent the past few weeks hyping her up to his pledge class. which left you alone, stuck to roam around until she was ready to leave at the end of the night.

the floor was sticky with beer, there was an almost rancid, putrid smell lingering in the air that you couldn’t pinpoint, and you were stuck with sixty of your peers – shitfaced to a point you didn’t even know was humanly possible.

and with miwa long gone, doing god knows what with mechamaru and you were stuck leaning against the fridge, bored out of your mind. that’s when he found you – pawing your way through the food.

his smell was the first thing that caught your attention, second to the fact that he was hovering over your shoulder, cheeks brushing against each other. it was almost minty and stark – almost eradicating the lingering smell of weed that was burning your nose.

the skin on his cheek was soft, featherlike when it brushed against yours.

“whatcha doing, dollface?”

you immediately curl your nose, turned off by the unnecessary sweetness. you had your fill of dirty frat boys during orientation week, three years ago, and knew damn well that you had to steer clear of whatever was happening here.

“playing where’s waldo, genius. i’m obviously looking for food.” you state.

you reach for the closest box, a perfectly cut slice of cake, encased in a wrap. the plastic is covered in messy scribbles on the top – spelling out satoru in loopy letters.

“you’re just going to eat someone else’s cake?” he asks.

“how do you know it’s not mine?”

“intuition.”

it’s only then that you stop yourself to look up at this stranger whispering in your ear, only to find glimmering blue eyes, peering over the top of a set of sunglasses. the sunglasses are god awful – even worse with the combination of the tanktop and the snapback he’s wearing backwards.

you swear there’s a faded, glittery pink lipstick mark indented at the top of his cheek.

“you-you’d be shocked.” you stutter, as you pull the box out of the fridge and place it on the counter.

he momentarily walks away – which is when you take the second to ogle him in full. a toned back, a tattoo on the top of his shoulder that you can’t entirely make out. white hair, veiny arms, and a silver necklace hanging against his collarbone.

he returns back, two forks in hand, before making a dramatic display of handing you one.

“for you, my sweet lady.”

“i’m not sure why you brought two forks. who said i was going to share with you?”

he grins, leaning his head back to laugh like a little kid, before he scoots closer to you – the sweet scent coming back.

“c’mon.”

he reaches for your hand, before lifting it to place it against his chest. you can feel his heart beating under the feeling of your fingertips, his eyes wide and expectant as he waits for and answer.

“do me a favor, yeah? let me share my cake with a pretty girl at a party. there’s only a limited amount of joys in this life.”

you scoff, before pulling your hand back.

“you’re corny.”

he shrugs.

“you’ll get used to it.”

you groan, as you slam your computer shut – the image of his shiny headshot staring back at you getting burned into your eyes.

stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.

one stupid joke, a slice of cake, and somehow you woke up in his bed the next day being spooned by him. and one thing led to the next because he was somehow taking you to brunch, then settling his head in between your legs before dinner, and then back at your house the next day.

it was an arrangement at that point. the dinners, what happened in between, and the morning after.

you’re not sure what the terms and conditions are in a predicament like yours – with a guy like satoru. you know for a fact that he still flirts with other girls, because you’d see him walking with a different one every time you stopped at the coffee shop. but then he’d invite you to dinner, honey sweet words falling from his lips before he tucked you in for bed each night.

friends with benefits. but he buys you gifts and takes you to dinner. and calls you beautiful. comes to your house after frat parties, with the faintest scent of a flowery perfume on his neck that you swear you’re imagining.

letting him walk out of your apartment was your own personal tourture, of death by a thousand cuts, because every step farther away from you was closer to someone else.

and that sinking, deep rooted dread, only got worse as time went on.

you feel a hard smack against your head.

“do your fucking homework.”

satoru gojo has distinct features that you always find yourself staring at. a mole on his shoulder, a scar on his pointer finger, and the rings he wore. sometimes, you find yourself asking them about him.

you reach forward, locking your fingers in on the chain around his neck, and using it to pull him closer. it's of a little postage stamp, though the silver looks rusted – like he’s worn it to death. he’s quick to oblige, a warm kiss on your cheek, before you yank again.

“what, baby?” he whines.

“where’d you get your necklace?”

he leans back, looking down at the chain, before his eyes meet yours again. there’s a dim fluorescent glow coming in from the blinds of the window, sun far gone in the horizon, and it’s the only thing that makes this bearable.

that his piercing blue eyes somewhat subdued from the lack of light.

“you want it, princess?”

“what? no. i just like it. i wasn’t –”

it’s a boyish giggle that comes out of satoru’s mouth as he quickly unfastens the clasp from his neck before tangling it in his fist.

you’re not an idiot – because it’s his freezing cold fingers pulling your shirt over your head – before he pulls you into his lap.

this was one of satoru’s favorite things to do. pull you close, till you’re straddling him in his lap, and you can feel his breath tickling against his collarbone as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

you wonder if he can see your blush in the dim light. if that’s part of why he likes it – seeing the effect he has on you.

he reaches forward, pulling your hair to the side and pressing a kiss to your collarbone, before he fastens his silver necklace around your neck.

“you know. when i said i liked your necklace, i said i liked it on you. i wasn’t asking for it.”

“but i like seeing you wear it more.”

satoru’s eyes are focused as he fixes the tangles in the chain, letting the little charm hang right in the little divot where your collarbone ends. and then he brings his hands in around your face, nearly squishing the softness of your cheeks together, before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“will you wear my hoodie?” he jokes.

you scoff.

“are we in sixth grade? also, it quite literally says ‘yuuta’s big’ on the sleeve. that’s not obvious at all.”

satoru rolls his eyes.

“you would love yuuta, though. he’s your pseudo little brother, because you’re with me, you know?”

you shake your head, as you crawl out of his lap, and reach for the water bottle on the side table. you try to ground yourself, head spinning as you try to decipher what that means – and tap your feet on the floor.

you can feel him at your side, his observant blue eyes burning holes into your skin, as you note the steady, almost cautious tone in his voice.

“you okay? something i said?”

you shake him off.

“yeah, yeah. sorry. got out of the mood there for a second, just have a lot to do this week.”

satoru hums, before bringing his hands around your torso, leaning his entire weight against you as he settles his chin into the crook of your neck.

“you ever think you work too hard, pretty girl?”

“working hard or hardly working?” you joke. even his corny jokes were rubbing off on you.

you hear satoru scoff, before he starts rubbing circles into the bare skin of your stomach, as the goosebumps start to trickle over your skin.

“oh, don’t be like that. you’re the smartest person i know.”

“is this a clever way to get into my pants?”

“no. it’s me telling you that i think you’re very intelligent, you’re very driven, and you don’t have to worry about if you’re working hard enough. i know the only breaks you take are to go to that dumb movie theater downtown with your grumpy friend or when you scream my name every –”

“satoru.” you whine.

“don’t say my name like that. it turns me on.”

you grin.

“satoru.” you hum, teasing him.

“fuck off.”

he pauses, before pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck.

“but really. you’re a clever, you’re pretty, and irritatingly very accomplished. slow down so i can catch up, okay?”

“that’s rich coming from you. mister three internships, two degrees in four years.”

it’s quiet.

“how’d you know that?” satoru asks.

you can hear the smile in his voice. and the dread pooling in your stomach.

“what?”

“how’d you know it was two degrees?”

“you-you told me.”

“no, i didn’t. i just got accepted a few weeks ago, i haven’t even told some of my friends yet.”

you groan, before bringing your hands up to your face. you bury your eyes into the sockets of your eyes, getting caught embarrassedly red handed.

“where?”

you sigh.

“i stalked you on linked in.”

satoru grins wide, before pulling you back onto the bed and into his embrace. you can hear his giggling in your ear as you try to pull away.

“oh, baby you didn’t.”

“i had to make sure i didn’t apply where you worked!”

“no, you didn’t. we don’t even work in the same field.”

“you don’t know! i could change my mind!”

satoru laughs, before leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“you have a crush on me! angel, you should have just said so!”

you give him a hard push, before crossing your arms over your chest.

“quit teasing. so i’m a stalker! so what? i just want to make sure i’m not putting out for a loser. you could be coding some AI for the government for all i know and i don’t want to be –”

“okay, okay. relax. i’m just teasing, i just think it’s cute you keep tabs on me.”

you glare.

“i don’t like you.” you state.

he rolls his eyes, before flopping his head down on your pillow and tapping the space next to him. you crawl into the space, before nestling yourself into his arms. you can feel your brain spiraling – instant regret for saying too much, being too weird, too harsh, and not saying what you felt – as you focus on the feeling of his hands running through your hair.

“i can tell that the hamster in your brain is working overtime. just go to bed, okay?”

“okay, lock the door when you leave?”

“i don’t have plans tomorrow morning. if you could humble yourself to eat breakfast with me, i’d actually like that.”

you frown, stomach jolting in your guts.

he had never stayed for an arbitrary reason – like spending the night just to sleep next to you. you shut your eyes, burying your face deeper into the sweet smell of his skin, and throw the thought away.

“mimosas?”

“you want to drink that early in the morning?”

“it’s saturday. gives me a good kick to start my day.”

“aren’t mimosas made with champagne? i hate champagne. and it makes you really handsy.”

you smile.

“you like when i’m handsy.”

“i mean, yes. but we can just do pancakes and go to the library together so we can do work. i’ll keep you accountable and find you snacks when you get inevitably cranky. then when you come home all tired, we can be as handsy as we want. it’s more satisfying when you have to work for it.”

you groan, burying the complications of spending yet another day with him in the back of your head as you try to flutter your eyes shut – in futile attempts to quiet the thoughts racketing around in your mind.

“okay, okay whatever. we’ll see tomorrow, i just – i’m really tired right now and –”

“shut up, dollface. just sleep.”

you get invited to the alpha kappa psi formal. miwa – who found out from mechamaru, whose pledge class brother is very close with satoru’s little yuuta – said that satoru wanted you there.

then why didn’t he ask you?

you bite the bullet anyways, borrowing one of kugisaki’s pale blue slip dresses – and attend as mechamaru’s pledge brother – todo’s date – to get in.

he’s a strange guy, who doesn’t pay you too much attention. it’s one polite wave and a cardstock ticket he hands you before you don’t see him again for the rest of the night. and you’re stuck with miwa and mechamaru, who are bigger fans of pda than you are.

“how’s satoru, y/n?” mechamaru asks.

“ah. he’s good. you know as much as i do, right?”

you can feel yourself sweating.

would satoru leave if you said too much? if you embarrassed him in front of one of his brothers? did they know you guys had an…arrangement? was it an arrangement? were you seeing each other? why did they think he invited you?

“dunno. aren’t you guys really good friends?” mechamaru asks.

“um, yeah.”

“yeah, he was telling us you studied together at the library the other day. figured he’d want you to meet suguru and ieiri.”

suguru and ieiri.

“yeah. i’m gonna go get a drink. do you guys want anything?”

“i’m good, love. we’ll be here.” miwa states, giving a reassuring squeeze to your bicep before you drag your heels to the makeshift bar.

you walk over to the bar, straight to the open bottle of rosé that has your name on it, as you lean against the wall. you pour way too much into your flute, nearly spilling it over the back of your hand, as you curse.

“do you want help?”

you look up to find a boy looking at you, wide eyes, with his bangs sweeping down the side of his face. he has tired eyes, but it’s a seemingly bright smile he offers you.

“sorry, yeah. i’ll clean it up, i swear.”

“no, no. no problem.”

he hands you a handkerchief from his pocket, before he pulls your hand in his and wipes the excess pink stain on it. you cringe at the stain on the cloth before he tucks it back into his pocket.

“i’m sorry about that. that’s really kind of you, i just –”

“no problem! you seemed…kind of frustrated there. happy to help.”

you shoot him a polite smile, before nervously sipping – maybe a little too fast for comfort. but the warm feeling is enough to temporarily curb the nerves, which is perfect for your sake.

“are you a brother?” you ask.

“yeah! is this your first formal?”

“yeah. i’m seeing someone in your frat and he asked me to come. well, he didn’t ask me to come, he told someone else he wanted me to come so i came as one of the other brother’s date. but not really his date, because i haven't seen him since then. or the guy i’m talking to.”

he leans back, eyes wide.

“right. do you like him? if…if you mind me asking.”

“my date? i can’t even remember his name. he’s like a tall, muscular guy. man bun?”

“no, yeah. his name is todo, i figured that’s who you were talking about. i mean the other guy.”

“oh. well, yeah. but he’s so…i don’t know. he’s a frat guy. and a chronic flirt. the first time i met him he had a lipstick stain on his cheek. and he smells like girly perfume every time he comes to see me, so –”

he sucks his teeth in.

“idiot.” he murmurs.

“what?”

“no! oh my god, not you! i meant…me! just thought of something. gotta run for a second, i’ll be back.”

“wait, you didn’t even tell me your –”

you watch as he rushes off, in a speed walking fervor, as mechamaru and miwa join you at your side. they give you a polite smile, which you return, as you swirl the glass in your hand.

“mechamaru. do you know that guy who just walked away? tired looking, the long hair?”

“oh, yuuta. yeah, what about him?”

“yuuta?”

“yeah, you’ve never met him? he’s like gojo’s pride and joy.”

you sink against the wall, embarrassment coursing through you, as you down the rest of your glass. and then three more, which is accompanied by weary looks from miwa. and after finishing off the entire bottle – an hour and a half into the party without seeing satoru – you’re set on leaving.

and it’s only on your rageful stomp out the door, well past tipsy, that you find the godawful man of the hour, leaning against the wall.

it’s enough to fill you with a rage. because he’s leaning against the wall, shirt slightly unbuttoned, and smiling brightly at whichever girl he’s talking to. you’re almost positive that it’s probably her flowery perfume that you’re smelling on his neck at the time, that she’s who he sees when he’s not with you, and it’s like pins and needles in your stomach.

and you almost make your escape, before he catches you on your way out.

“y/n? wait, y/n!”

you’re one step out the door, before he grabs your bicep, and pulls back, giving you a bright grin.

“i didn’t know you were here yet. i’ve been waiting, come here, c’mhere.” satoru mumbles, quickly rushing you over to the group of three people standing by the door, who all turn their heads for you.

you groan as you turn to the group of them. it’s the same tired eyes as before – that you now know belong to yuuta – and two strangers you’ve never seen before. a guy almost as tall as satoru, with swooping bangs and a manbun, and the girl – who you can’t stand to look at, with perfect beach waves swooping past her shoulders.

and what you can’t help but notice is a sparkling, silver postage stamp necklace around her neck. the same one around yours, that you had been fidgeting with since satoru gave it to you weeks ago.

“here’s your drink, satoru.” the girl states, handing him a glass of white wine that he takes.

it’s enough to make your rage bubble to the surface.

“the lady of the hour, guys! this is y/n, she’s my –”

you scoff.

“are you kidding?”

“hm?”

“lady of the hour? for what, your jokes?”

you watch as satoru’s face drops, before he sets the glass of wine down on the closest table.

“huh? what do you mean? i wanted to introduce you to ieiri, i know you’re going to love her.”

you can feel the tears accumulating in your eyes, that you’re almost positive that satoru notices, because his face visibly droops even more, this time replaced with genuine concern that sends a pang in your chest that has you wrestling your wrist out of his hold.

“you…you’re so mean, satoru.”

“baby, what?”

“don’t…why are you calling me that? every morning you wake up next to me and you’re still not my baby. that’s not exactly fair. you smell like a different girl and you still…you still flirt with other people.” you whisper.

his eyes go wide.

“no, i –”

“every time you walk away i’m half convinced you’re just going to someone else you’re stringing along like me. i’m sitting there thinking about how you’ve walked hundreds of steps away from me hundreds of times and it feels like a thousand little cuts every time you do and it kills me that you don’t even care.”

you can feel that whatever is coming out is word vomit, like it’s started and now it won’t ever stop.

“i see you everywhere, because you literally come everywhere with me just to leave. any song you’ve sang is now our song, any movie, literally anything you’ve even touched. i can’t even wear certain clothes without thinking about how you complimented me in them and i’m stuck thinking about how you probably say that to everyone. you don’t even drink wine and you’re over here drinking some with this random girl at this party, when that’s my thing that we drink wine together. you gave her the same necklace as me, and you apparently asked me to come to but didn’t even tell me about to my face? then you sick your little frat brother to ask me if i like you just so you can….i don’t know, i don’t know what you’d do with that information!”

you watch as satoru pinches the bridge of his nose, only to turn to the three of them at his side, who are all shaking their heads dismissively.

“suguru. i fucking told you he had to be leaving something out.”

“well, i didn’t realize it was going to be like this, shoko. no wonder she won’t date him.”

you swallow hard, as you seem to sink deeper in the pits of your own embarrassment, which seems to be a record low.

“fuck. you…you said her name is shoko?”

geto offers you a smile.

“that’s right.”

“like satoru’s hometown friend? the…the lesbian?”

“that would be me.” she confirms.

you cringe.

“oh my god. i’m really sorry, i’m really drunk. i drank an entire bottle of wine after i accidentally talked to yuuta and i just –”

“well, i’d get drunk if i were you too. he smells like other girls? and flirts with them?” shoko asks.

“i do not! i don’t even know what you’re talking about. i didn’t even know she even liked me back till twenty minutes ago.”

“the necklace is a nice gesture. satoru, geto, and i all have these matching postage stamp necklaces from this shitty place in our hometown. we got them together when we graduated so we wouldn’t forget about what was important when we all go to college.”

you turn to satoru.

“and you just gave that to me?”

“well, i knew you’d take care of it.”

“that’s like…that’s like sentimental, satoru. you literally gave me your childhood best friends memento and that’s so-”

“well, obviously that seems like a little much if you think we’re just friends with benefits!”

you scoff.

“you’re the one who wanted to be friends with benefits.” you clarify.

“what are you talking about? you literally cringe away from any affection i give you!” satoru retorts.

“because you flirt with other girls!”

“not since you! why would i flirt with other people?”

“you tell me. i smell the perfume.”

satoru groans.

“that’s your perfume, dipshit. you left your hoodie at my house and it smells like you so sometimes i sleep next to it and then i smell like it. how do you not recognize your own smell?”

you pause.

“you do what?”

“not in a fucking weird way. i just miss you when you’re busy. you smell nice, it’s –”

“hopeless.” yuuta states, earning him a nod from suguru.

“you didn’t even ask me to come here with you.” you state.

“shoko had to be my date so she could come. i had to make yuuta drag maki in through a window because geto was his plus one. i just wanted you here so you could meet my childhood friends, who i care about. they’ve heard about you for so long that i just thought –”

“you talk to your friends about me?”

“an insufferable amount. though most of his agony seems self inflicted now, because he’s a fucking idiot.” shoko confirms.

“okay, let’s get y/n some water, yeah?” yuuta suggests, before shuffling the two of them off, to which satoru sends a grateful smile before turning back to you.

he crouches down a little, just so your eyes are level, as you frown at him.

“is this what that hamster in your brain is doing up there? overthinking literally everything?”

“you –”

“if you asked, i would have clarified for you. we’ve always been exclusive and if you talked to someone else while we were talking, i’m going to have to kill him.”

“don’t be stupid.”

“i’ll just send a threat! sign his emails up for scientology. he was talking to my girl!”

you glare at him.

“you…you’re so stupid, satoru. you confuse me so much and i just…you take up too much space. you’re everywhere – literally no part of me that you haven’t taken up and i just…”

satoru frowns, before pulling his hands around your face, and angling up by your chin to look at him.

“don’t give up now. it just got good.” he whispers.

“satoru.”

“cmon. let me lick all thousand of your cuts clean.”

“ew. you’re…you’re so gross, satoru.”

“okay, that was just a dirty joke. but let me make it up to you, really. i didn’t realize you…you were thinking all that. i thought you just liked me because i was sexy and because i eat your –”

“satoru!”

“please. let me into that hamster ball in your brain. i deserve some space.”

“it’s all boarded up. the hamster ball house burned down.” you groan.

he leans back, like he’s inspecting your face, before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“dunno. i’m seeing some flickering lights in there. i can tell your hamster in there really wants me.”

“quit….quit calling me a hamster! you’re so…ugh. i have a headache and i’m drunk and i’m really confused and i just –”

satoru mimics a little salute, before he loops his hand around your waist and walks you towards the little bar.

“okay, test run. i’m on boyfriend duty. if this goes well enough, you give me a chance tomorrow.”

you squint your eyes at him.

“okay, water first. then i have two baby aspirin for you in my pocket. three kisses on the cheek if you won’t insult me after and a compliment if you won’t kill me.”

“really?”

“yuuta told me you downed a whole bottle. since you’re too mad to be handsy, you have a headache. but don’t worry, i came prepared. meaning i forced yuuta to find some baby aspirin or else. and also, kisses because you smell good and you’re wearing this pretty blue dress that’s the same color as my eyes and you’re about to meet my favorite people ever and you’re my favorite person ever, so this is a big deal.” satoru responds.

he’s rambling so hard that you feel like you can see the hamster in his mind working overtime.

“what’s the verdict?”

satoru’s voice is like a thousand bullets in your head as you smack him in the face, trying to silence the chattering coming out of his mouth.

“satoru. what…what time is it?”

“six in the morning. but it’s the next day and i need to know how my test run went.”

“your….what?”

satoru whines.

“no, no don’t tell me you’re too drunk to remember? my test run! to be your boyfriend?”

you groan, flickering your eyes open to the alarm clock on your bed, spelling out the time. 6:07 am.

“no, i remember. you need the answer at six in the morning when i’m hungover?”

“this is agony! i really get this whole thousand cuts thing now, this hurts. tell me.”

you push his face into the pillow, before mumbling it as quietly as you can.

“you pass.”

“huh?”

“you heard me. you passed. just…shut up, please.”

it’s his giggles you hear before sleeping and a warm kiss on your forehead, before you pass out again.

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konpeitochodai · 27 days

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4everybody 五条悟

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ how i think fratboy! satoru is, coming from a sorority girl little; smut, hook-up, minors dni, dui, 2.4k, unedited

out of everything to look forward to, syllabus week may be number one when it comes to college, however to you it was a sensory overload.

alpha chi’s house at this point was filled with a sea of bodies, hot bodies, all swept away in the same wave of freedom and cheap beer.

the air was thick, with that unique brand of pre-game energy that only a red Solo cup can navigate through, and the bass from the self proclaimed dj in the frat, was so loud that you could feel it making your ribcage shake to its rhythm.

even though you felt a headache coming on, from the amount of pregame shots, white claws, and literally every other drink offered to you during the tailgate, you refused to lean against the wall, as they were practically sweating—with every surface sticky with a sheen of spilled drinks and the ghosts of a thousand parties in the past.

slipping away from the thumping chaos of the party, you sought refuge in the frat's kitchen—a sanctuary of sorts. leaning against the cool expanse of the counter, you took a moment to breathe, to really see the crowd for the first time. and there he was, weaving through the sea of bodies with an ease that made it seem like they parted for him alone—gojo satoru. his approach was almost cinematic, the kitchen light catching the bold declaration on his shirt, "i totally don’t dig Kappa Alpha Psi girls," the white lie he decided to choose to go along with for this night’s party theme.

gojo closed the distance between the two of you with a shit-eating smirk on his face. "what sorority are you from?" he asked, a question that hung in the air, almost rhetorical, because the glint in his eye suggested he already knew. your chuckle bubbled up, light and almost disbelieving, "are you seriously asking that?" the words tumbled out as you took a sip from your Solo cup, the red plastic a stark contrast to the moment, as you look him up and down—specifically at the sorority he has displayed on his shirt.

placing the cup back on the counter, you turned, arms crossed, looking up at him making direct eye contact—causing his smirk to deepen.

“i saw you on emi’s story," he admitted, causing you to wonder which photo specifically he was talking about. but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell it was the one before the tailgate, where both you and emi took a mirror selfie together. and with the way you were posed, it revealed that your skirt may have been way too short with the way it rides up you. but before you have the chance to talk he mentions her again, “i was talking to emi, asking where’d you be but i found you!”

“you were looking for me?” you toss back.

and his grin lights up, although it may be the beer in his system, “the party’s getting kind of dry,” he starts, “i gotta go get some beers.”

his invite is low-key, just a nod to the door leading out of the kitchen. "you wanna come?"

you volley back with a smirk, "sure you're good to drive?" he’s quick with a grin, "yeah, the liquor store's just down the block, unless you prefer walking.” he teases. you shake your head, passing on the walk, tagging along to his ride instead.

he follows you on the way out, and as the two of you walk you feel his arm slither over your shoulder, steering you both through the night's chill—bringing you close to his side as you guys walk to the street.

as you two walked side by side, you tossed out, “how’d you know i’d be here with emi?”

but the outside air for some reason hits you harder than you expect, and you feel as though the world is spinning just a tad faster than usual, your senses dulled by the warm buzz of alcohol that makes everything feel like you're underwater. gojo’s voice cuts through, "actually, I was checking your location on snap," and it feels like it should mean something, should elicit a reaction, but your brain is too soaked in booze to unravel it.

you nod, the motion a bit too enthusiastic, almost signaling him in the moment prompting him to lean in, looking at you concerned. "you feeling okay?" he asks, and you can tell he's looking at you, really seeing you.

"yeah," you manage to say, a hand going to your forehead as if to quiet the thumping bass line of your headache. "but I think my head is just pounding from the music."

“we should get into the car," and you know there's more to that sentence, but the thought of moving too quickly seems like a recipe for disaster.

the car ride is a blur, details smeared like wet ink on paper. you remember the rush of cool air, gojo’s hand reaching out to roll down the window, a concession to your queasy stomach with the AC turned off. the world outside moves in smudges and streaks of light, barely making out what’s happening outside through half-lidded eyes.

when the car halts, there's a gentle lurch that has your brows knitting together—causing a spike of pain to surge through your head.

"just stay in the car, i’ll be right back," he tells you, hearing him close his door and beep the car lock.

true to his word, it's not long before you hear the trunk pop open, and the clinking of beer bottles as they settle into their new space. gojo reappears by your side, his presence comforting you without even trying. "hey, can you open your eyes for me?" he asks, the concern in his voice almost tangible. "i have some tylenol and water for you.”

you hold out your hand for the pills, and take them immediately, to which he quickly opens the water bottle and helps you drink the water.

“good girl” you hear him say after you pull back from the bottle. but you don’t process what he says until after he puts that car into reverse.

his arm stretched out, draping against the back of your seat, as he looked over his shoulder to reverse. he turned on his carplay this time, and of course, like any other guy you’ve been with at a frat, he’s playing brent faiyaz. the song WY@ fills the silence of the car, and he stays uncharacteristically quiet, but you’re just assuming it’s because he’s being considerate of your headache.

rolling up near the frat house, the party’s still more lively than ever, but the parking situation's a whole other story. gojo’s scanning the curb, his expression a mix of 'are you kidding me' and 'of course this would happen.' "what the fuck…” he curses under his breath, “there's no parking," he says, and it's almost funny, except not, because walking in heels is no joke. "my bad, we might have to walk a bit," he admits, with this half-grin that's all charm and no apology as he glides past the house to a spot that's definitely not close. and you remember that gojo satoru is indeed a frat boy, but you didn’t mind amusing him.

as he parks, he only turns off his engine, allowing for his carplay to still play. again, the song that’s playing is another one you know all too well, coming down by the weekend, but you have to admit that although his music taste is frat-like, he does have the better of it.

“do you want to stay in the car for a bit?” he asks you, already making himself comfortable in the car by taking his seat belt off and reclining his chair back a bit.

“yeah, sure.”

“your head feeling better?”

“yeah.”

it goes on back and forth with small talk for a little bit, until he finally leans in to kiss you. it began off slowly, as his hand trailed up, to the back of your neck to further deepen the kiss. you allow yourself to ease into the kiss, allowing him to take the lead. he leans back further on his seat, slightly opening his mouth, allowing you more access slipping his tongue into yours—making you reach for him over the console, to which his free hand slithers behind you, making you crawl over and sit on his lap.

his lips are bitter, unlike the sweet syrupy drinks you’ve had at the party. making him even more enticing than he already is.

“satoru,” you gasp as a large hand comes up to grope your breast. gentle fingers rubbing against them. he hums at the sound of his name escaping your lips, as he squeezes them tighter.

“get in the back seat,” he tells you, unlocking the door beside him with one hand. you nod your head, and he catches your lips again with his own, carefully guiding you out of the car and into the backseat.

“just lay down okay,” he instructs.

“okay.” you scoot yourself back in the car, laying down slightly against the other side’s doors.

“your skirt is way too short.”

“you like the view don’t you?”

“yeah.”

he gets down onto the floor, pushing your legs slightly apart. he teasingly runs his hands up your thigh, stopping suddenly, making you whine just a little.

“is it okay if i eat you out?” he asks you, and you nod your head in agreement, not wanting him to know how badly you wanted him to. ravenously, without any hesitation, he slides your thong off from under you.

“fuck,” he breathes a chuckle, looking at the slick covering your cunt, “i’m gonna have fun with this.”

a million thoughts are running through your head, but you can’t keep a steady focus as moans spill from your lips as he begins to eat you out.

his mouth is hot against your pussy, licking up the length, and sucking on your clit.

“you like it like this, right?” he asks, pulling away, using his fingers circling your clit in slow, coordinated motions. legs shaking, you nod, but it feels like he already knows that like he already knows your body after playing with it for weeks on end. you can feel your lower abdomen tighten and he could tell too, sliding two of his fingers in to hit your sweet spot.

“cum in my mouth please,” he teasingly begs, looking up at you with his blue eyes as he laps around you.

you couldn’t stop the moans falling out of your mouths as you reached your climax. riding out your orgasm against his tongue, he was quick to slurp up all of your juices, taking extra care to make sure you were clean—giving you a final kiss against your cunt.

time stood still for you, as you watched him as he took off his shirt, looking at him in awe with the way the small bits of moonlight look, cascading onto his body. maybe it was the alcohol, but you were at a loss for words right now.

he smirked at the expression on your face, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips, “i’m gonna slide my dick in now,” he mutters.

breaking the silence, and your dazed state, with his use of the most chivalrous words. you kept your legs spread open, watching as he rubbed the bits of precum over his length, sliding on a condom he pulled from his back pocket.

he teases you, letting only his tip inside of your cunt, sliding it out rubbing your slick up and down on your lips.

“please…” you moan, as he continues to tease your cunt.

“please what?”

you almost roll your eyes at him, but in desperation, you whined, “please fuck me satoru.”

causing his smirk to deepen, slowly sliding his cock through your wet folds. you shudder at his overall length, with your back arch against the patent leather seats as he gave you no time to adjust, thrusting hastily into your hot cunt.

“you’re so tight…” he breathes, he reaches an arm underneath your thigh—gripping it to spread you open more, but to his luck, you become tighter around his length.

“fuck…” he groans, going slower in bigger thrusts, “i wanna be nasty.” he manages out in between heavy breaths.

“i wanna be real nasty baby,” he repeats himself.

you try to make out a “what” through his pace, but end up looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“i wanna cum in your mouth and mix my cum with yours,” he hastily says, giving you no time to process until he starts thrusting into you harder again.

your head is a mess, and the only thing you're able to do is moan and say his name. he pulls out of you, not letting himself feel your orgasm for the second time, pumping his cock in his fist.

you look up even with almost pleading eyes, as thick ribbons of cum fall against your tongue. and in an instance, he leans down again, feverishly kissing you, having your tongues intermingle with one another.

“you’re so hot,” he mutters, “so hot.”

suddenly, the shrill of his phone ringing interrupts,

“fuck,” he groans, pulling away from you, looking over at his phone in annoyance, “who the hell’s calling?”

as soon as he picked up the phone, you could tell from the other line that he was furious for some reason. as the other end of the line continued, gojo’s hand absentmindedly brushed up, fingers gliding through his hair to sweep away the strands matted to his forehead with a sheen of sweat.

"yeah, okay” he uttered nonchalantly.

“who was it?” you asked, sitting beside him on your knees.

“check your phone.” to which you looked at him puzzlingly. reaching over to the passenger seat, you picked up your phone, to see the hundreds of calls you got from emi, with her calling again.

with your phone buzzing, you're already crafting your apology, the words spinning out like you're unraveling a spool. "sorry, emi," you start, voice threaded with sincerity but light like you're not about to let this hiccup ruin the night. you explain the ride situation, promising to be back at the sorority before 11 am. gojo couldn’t help but let out a snort that's more amusement than derision. his lips press a fleeting kiss to your cheek—half teasing, half tender. you lean into him, with his arm over your shoulder as his hand rubs against your arm in a pity attempt of sympathy in the moment…

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