#fratboy!sukuna
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Otherwise known as Seven Minuets in Heaven Part. 2 ;)
Find Part One Here!
Dating isn't easy, and falling in love is even harder. Ryomens love for you isn't up for debate, you're the only girl he's ever felt this way about. What is questionable though is if he's ready to leave his playboy life for you. Were diving back into the Modern Day Frat Boy AU
Warning: This fic contains smut, fingering, cunnilingus, a creampie- you know the drill, as well as Hurt/Comfort, possessive themes (especially in the smut), yandere themes if you squint, and a very much unwanted kiss. Reader discretion is advised <3
It’s surreal just how many times a heart can break before it shatters. How many times you can watch your boyfriend, who swore oh so many times that you were his one and only, flirt with truly breath taking girls before you finally snap. How many times you can accept the unacceptable before it feels like a full body breakdown, before you’re hiding in your room, crying into his hoodie because despite everything he was still so comforting to your stupid heart that still hadn’t caught up with your brain in terms of relationship status.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. This story technically starts four months ago, and about a week after your first personal encounter with Ryomen Sukuna.
“Hey man, are you gonna eat that?” Gojo asked, pointing to Ryomens waffle. Sukuna barely looked up from his phone before pushing the plate over to the white haired man, who took it greedily. The act caught the attention of group empath (derogatory) Suguru Geto, who raised an eyebrow at Ryomen from the other side of his coffee cup.
“You feelin’ ok man?” He asked, setting the mug down.
“She still hasn’t responded to my text, but she read it. Is this what getting ghosted feels like?” Ryomen asked, finally looking up from his phone, “This shit blows, why do I keep doing it to people?”
“Because you’re a creep.” Nanami said without thinking from behind his book, ignoring the glare from both Suguru and Sukuna.
“Is this about the girl from the party?” Geto questioned, failing horribly to hide his genuine shock. “You haven’t moved on yet?”
“Can’t blame him, she was hot as fuck.” Gojo pointed out, not even bothering to swallow the food in his mouth. A move that would backfire when Suguru hit his back, causing him to choke.
“It’s not for a lack of trying!” Ryomen said, pointedly ignoring Satoru, “Trust me, I have. I even tried hooking up with that one girl from the Kappa Phi Beta sorority, fucking....” He snapped his fingers to try and remember her name, “Yuki? I think?”
“And?” Gojo asked.
“I couldn't go through with it!” He snapped, more in frustrated with himself than anything else, “I felt like…wrong about it, like dirty. I faked a stomachache to get her to go home.”
“Uh huh.” Suguru said, sharing a concerned glance with Gojo. “Go on.”
“The whole time I was just thinking about Y/n.” He sighed, now earning Nanamis attention too, “About what she would think, and what if she finds out and it hurts her, I just…I couldn't do that.” Ryomen grumbled, resting his cheek on the table. It felt good to vent. Until he realized all three of his friends were looking at him as if he had just grown a second set of arms and two more eyes. “What?” He asked.
“Ryomen…” Suguru started slowly, trying to think of how to put this gently, “You…are a fucking moron.”
“Poor bastard..” Nanami muttered, shaking his head.
“This bitch got his dick wet once and fell in love.” Satoru laughed. Ryomens entire soul flinched at the suggestion, and panicked at the notion it could be right.
“No, absolutely not, that’s insane.” He insisted, sitting back up. “I’ve known her for like, a week! Who falls in love in a week?!” Frat boys in fan fiction, thats who.
“Then why are you getting so caught up in the fact she hasn’t texted you back?” Suguru asked. This was not helping Ryomens panic.
“Because it’s weird! Normally girls text me back immediately.”
“Right, so why does it matter so much that this one hasn’t?”
“Because…because!-”
“Because you’re in love.” Gojo giggled.
“Say that one more time Satoru and I’ll put Nair in your shampoo bottle.” Sukuna threatened. Satoru was suddenly very quiet.
“You still haven't answered the question,” Geto reminded him.
“It’s because I don’t want the other girls to text me back! I want her to! I want her attention, I want to talk to her, I want- Oh god damn it.” His ramblings turned into a near whine as he dropped his head into his hands at the realization. Suguru patted his back, trying to be comforting.
“It’s okay man, it happens to the best of us.” He assured him. He handed him his coffee cup, “Here, try this. It might help.” Ryomen had no fucking clue how black coffee was supposed to help, so of course he had to try it. The moment it hit his tongue he realized why it was supposed to help, almost spitting the drink out at the shock of the flavor. That wasn’t coffee. He looked up at who claimed to be the responsible one.
“Fucking Kahlua?” He asked. Geto shrugged.
“Technically its a black russian, so some vodka too.”
“Suguru It’s seven am.”
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Two weeks after that conversation, you still hadn’t left that poor fools mind. "Either I didn't hear you right or you've picked up a coke habit." You scoffed. He shook his head.
"Nah, coke's a rich person drug. A lowly college student like me can only afford crack."
"They're the same thing, different forms."
"Tell that to the law." He shrugged. You dropped the argument there, knowing he had a point. You just rolled your eyes.
"Then I must not have heard you correctly." You groaned, "why are you inviting me to go fuck at your dorm at," you checked your phone, "8:17 AM?" He grinned and you wanted to punch him in the face. That grin never failed to make your heart flutter and squeal and want to marry him. Stupid fucking heart.
"I never said hook up, I asked if you wanted to go on a date.” Ryomen clarified, “Like, to go get lunch or something.” And this is where your confusion came in. You had been casually sleeping with Ryomen for a few weeks now, which was fun. But you had convinced yourself he would never want anything more. Why would he? You thought he had a roster of beautiful women getting in and out of his bed, why would he give that up to be with just one? It didn’t make sense to you.
“Ryomen, I thought we agreed we were going to keep it casual.” You reminded him. It was the unwritten contract the two of you agreed to when you started hooking up. It was to keep both of you from getting hurt feelings. He sighed and raised his hands in defense.
“Okay, not a date.” He paused for a second, “Hey, do you wanna like, go get dinner tonight, maybe catch a movie and then head back to mine?” He asked. You felt a blood vessel pop. At this point in your “relationship” with him, you were almost positive the only thing he kept behind those pretty doe eyes was the god damn audacity.
"Ryomen, that sounds like a date." You pointed out.
"Does it?" He played dumb, "well, if you insist we can make it a date." He fucking grinned again.
"No."
"Oh come on!" He said it loudly enough to earn a sharp shush from the teacher, reminding him that other people were here to learn not date. He rolled his eyes and returned to a whisper. "What's the worst thing that could happen if you go out with me?" He asked.
What's the worst thing that could happen? Easy: You fall in love. You already knew you liked him way more than any reasonable person would or should. His sense of humor fell in line perfectly with yours, you had similar taste in music and movies, and you knew that he was more caring than he would ever care to admit; a trait you noticed from watching him interact with his friends. To top it all off, he was smart as hell, and he was about as beautiful as God said the Devil would be. He was fucking dangerous, and so easy to love, you couldn't blame any of the girls that fell before you.
And that was the issue. Ryomen had a vice, and it was women. You’d seen it in action on campus, the way past flings would come up to him to try and rekindle something that was never lit in the first place. And he ate that shit up. He loved basking in the attention given to him, and if it made you jealous now, you couldn’t imagine the fights you’d get into if he was officially yours. And you really didn’t need a criminal record.
"What's the worst that could happen?" You reiterated, "I get Syphilis."
"I hate to break it to you, beautiful, but if that was the case you'd already have it." He chuckled. Yeah, you walked right into that one. You pinched the bridge of your nose, repressing the urge to yell at him that it was way too early for this shit.
"Ryo-"
"I love it when you call me that."
"-Men, Ryomen let me finish," you groaned, "I'm really trying to pay attention here, can you just drop it?" You sighed in exasperation.
"Sure, if you agree to go out with me." He smirked.
"Why are you so desperate for this date?!" You struggled to maintain a whisper, "Isn’t what we’re doing right now enough? You’re already getting what you want out of me, why do you want more?"
Ryomen felt himself shatter, like a wine glass being forced to endure Mariah Careys’ high note. He thought the two of you had moved past your perception of him as a fuck boy using you for you body but, apparently not. Did you not know? Did you not know you were the only woman that was allowed to sleep in his bed? The only girl who he brought to just casually hang out with his friends? The only person in the world that he had ever cuddled with? He didn’t talk about his after graduation plans with any of those other girls. He didn’t talk about his little brother, or why he was a business major to them. He didn’t stay up all night talking to them because he just wanted to hear their voice. All of that was reserved for you. You had no idea just how special you were to him.
"Because I don't just want your body, I want you!" He said just a little bit too loudly. Great, now people were looking, "You've all I've been thinking about for weeks, do you know how weird this is for me?! I'm going crazy over you, and you won't even give me a chance, You won’t let me prove to you that you’re important to me!” You could feel the eyes of the classroom drill into you, and it made you want to shrink away. Something had to give.
"If I agree to go on one, count them, one" you held up a finger for emphasis, "date with you, will you shut up?"
"Without hesitation."
"Fine, then shut up." You chastised him.
"Wait, so is that a yes?" He smiled wide, and if he was a dog his ears would have perked up.
"That's not shutting up!" You reminded him, "it's only a yes if you don't say another word this entire class period." He beamed as he nodded, giving the universal sign for 'My Lips Are Zipped' as he settled into his seat, and you wondered what the hell you had gotten yourself into.
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“You dress way too extravagant for him.” Mei Mei sighed as she saw your outfit. You didn’t see where she was coming from. A tight, albeit plain, black mini dress with pumps was hardly what you would call extravagant. Though, you supposed in the context of your typical wardrobe it was quite the contrast. But, this was your fifth date with Ryomen, and he told you to dress nice. You thought back to your one date stipulation, and almost laughed. You really didn’t expect that first date to go so well.
“Aren’t you the one that told me there’s nothing wrong with dressing up for a date?” You asked as you finished putting on your earrings. She rolled her eyes as you threw that back at her.
“Yeah, if you think your relationship with the guy might actually go somewhere it’s fine.”
“Who’s to say my relationship with Ryo won’t go somewhere?” You scoffed as you turned to her. She scoffed back.
“Ryo?” She all but sneered, “Gross. And it won’t go anywhere because it’s Ryomen Sukuna. He’s like, the literal definition of manslut. He’s going to break your heart Y/n, and you’re not even his official girlfriend. You’re his toy.” Mei muttered. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You knew her condescension came from a place of concern. Mei Mei had been with a lot of guys, and had her heart broken by even more. You almost took what she said into consideration. Then you remembered she had never really expressed concern for you before your situationship, and quickly brushed her off.
“He’s waiting for me.” You smiled at her as you left your shared dorm. You found him standing outside the building, exactly where he said he’d be. He always looked handsome, but tonight he looked damn near dashing. The black dress shirt and slacks worked for him, especially with the sleeves rolled up. He grinned when he saw you, and your heart squealed like a school girl in a shoujo anime. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t walk a little faster to get into his arms.
“Hey gorgeous,” He laughed as he picked you up in one of his signature bear hugs. You could get lost in the comfort of his arms. He sat you down with an adoring smile.
“Hey Handsome,” you winked, “Ready for our date?” He was taking you to a super upscale restaurant downtown. One of those places where you have to make the reservation like, a week in advance and pay way too much for not enough food. Admittedly, it made you kinda nervous.
“No, not at all,” His confession was disguised with a joke. He was as nervous as you were. “I have to give you something first.” By the power of plot, it was only then that you noticed the thin box in his hand. He lifted it up, presenting it to you as if he was a jeweler as he opened it. You didn’t quite process what you were looking at at first. It was a small white gold, cursive R with small rubies embedded into the stem of the letter. The pendent hung from a dainty white gold chain, and every ounce of your poor kid blood just knew that necklace cost more than your parents rent.
“Ryomen, what the fuck?” You asked, not fully processing the situation.
“I like to mark what’s mine.” He shrugged with a devilish smirk, “You don’t have to take it, but I bet it would look good on you.”
“I look good in everything,” You said, taking it out of the box to admire it. It really was a beautiful piece of custom jewelry. Your first reaction was to reject the gift. Gifts like these didn’t come without conditions, expectations. You knew that by accepting the necklace, you were accepting Ryomen. You couldn’t deny your situation anymore, couldn’t delude yourself into thinking the two of you were less than what you were. You’d have to accept the reality in front of you, the future in front of you. You looked at him and felt the smile tug at your lips. “Will you put it on me?”
“Gladly.” He said, trading you box for necklace. As he fastened the ornate safety clasp around your neck, he leaned down. “I trust you know this means you’re my girl, yeah?” He whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You hummed, placing a hand on his head to hold him still while you kissed his cheek. Mei Mei was gonna be pissed.
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“Look, we’ll only be there for like, thirty minuets,” Sukuna groaned, rubbing his temple with his left hand. “ABO is throwing the party, so all of us have to show some face.”
“Do you have to show some face, or sell some weed?” You asked, crossing your arms as the two of you walked down the street. In the two months you had been with Sukuna, you had been to more parties than you could count. Which was really starting to stress you out, considering you fucking hated parties.
“Why cant it be both?” he sighed.
“You still haven’t explained why I need to come.” You huffed, pulling down your short dress. You had been trying to put more effort into your appearance lately, and experimenting with just how much skin you were comfortable showing. Sometimes you got it right, sometimes you didn’t.
“I told you babe, guys are fucking idiots. They wanna buy drugs from the guy with the prettiest girl on his arm, and when you’re with me, I’m always that guy.” He smirked, hoping that was going to diffuse the situation at least a little bit. It didn’t. Of course it didn’t.
“Really? You’re flirting with me? Right now?” You scoffed.
“It was worth a shot, right?” He shrugged.
“I’m going to fucking bite you!” you threatened, stopping in your tracks to emphasize how pissed off you were. He sighed again as he stopped and turned to face you. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, fighting the grin that came up as he noticed the slight shock on your face. He managed to suppress it though, and put his puppy dog eyes into action for evil.
“I know you don’t want to go babygirl, I’m sorry,” He murmured to you, ghosting the back of his knuckles along your jawline, “But will you go? For me? I’m only asking for thirty minuets.” Fuck. Fuck. This was a dirty tactic and he fucking knew it. You sighed, dropping your forehead onto his chest, and hugging him back as he pulled you into a proper embrace.
“Fine, but…can you promise me you’re not going to flirt any other girls there? Or let them flirt with you?” You muttered.You didn’t just hate parties for the drunken social aspect of them, though that was a part of it. No, you hated them because they always started fights in your relationship. Normally, you loved being with Ryomen. He was sweet and caring, and you knew he loved you. But he also had a problem with leading on other girls.
You knew his attention whore antics would be a problem, and while you believed him when he said it was never physical- just flirting, that he didn’t even realize he was doing it, it always hurt you anyway. There was always a seed of doubt that it wasn’t as subconscious as he claimed. That maybe he didn’t love you as much as he said he did.
“Of course baby girl, you know you’re my one and only.” He promised, wrapping his arm around you as he walked you to the fraternity house. You had a sinking feeling in your soul this was a bad idea, one that only got worse as you saw all the drop dead gorgeous women in the room.
“Hey, I’m gonna go grab us some drinks, want anything?” He asked, knocking you out of your thoughts.
���Oh, yeah. I’ll come with.” You said, following Ryomen to the kitchen. There sat Nanami in his designated spot behind the bar, half heartedly listening to an art major talk about the impressionist movement. He was nodding along like he understood, like he was engaged, but there was no light behind his eyes. You felt bad for the art major.
Ryomen grabbed two cups of the frat jungle juice for the two of you. You took yours and quickly started to chug without even considering who made it, and almost immediately gagged at the burn. You managed to choke it down after a fight for your life. “What the hell is in that?!” You snapped.
“Oh, Suguru made the juice this time,” Nanami said, taking any opportunity to leave the art history conversation, “It has like, an entire bottle of everclear in it.”
“An entire bottle?” You asked in disbelief, “Is he okay?”
“No.” Nanami scoffed, as if you should know.
“Hey, Ryomen!” Satoru laughed as he and Suguru spotted Sukuna. They walked into the kitchen. “And Y/n!” Gojo gasped when he saw you, always shocked to see you at these events no matter how many you attended. He ran over and hugged you, causing you to chuckle softly and Ryomens eye to twitch. He quickly got in between you two, pulling you from Satorus arms and into his. Gojo rolled his eyes, but otherwise let it go.
“I’m glad you could make it!” He smiled.
“I always do,” You laughed to hide your frustration with that statement.
“We’ve got a beer pong table set up outside, wanna play?” Suguru asked. There was a beat before you realized.
“Wait, me?” You asked, a little shocked. You fully expected him to be talking to Ryomen.
“Yeah, you,” He chuckled, “You’re our Fraternity Sweetheart, we gotta show you off somehow, right?”
“She is not the frat sweetheart.” Ryomen scoffed before you could process the information.
“Oh yes she is!” Gojo declared, “Everyone on campus knows it!” Everyone except you apparently.
“No, shes not!” Ryomen insisted. He hated that they called you that. It made him feel like he had to share you with them, a thought that made him actively violent. They could find some other sorority sister to be their sweetheart, but you were his. “Nanami, back me up here.”
“Sorry man, I’m with the boys on this one.” He shrugged, “She’s at all of our events, she’s here every weekend, the chapter loves her.” Oh he did not like the verbiage used there.
“I love how you guys all thought to ask me how I felt about this, so very thoughtful of you.” You laughed at the absurdity of it all.
“Yea, exactly! You don’t even want to be a sweetheart, do you baby girl?” Ryomen asked, fully turning to you. A realization hit you like a truck trying to teleport you to a fantasy world. Something in the way he said baby girl, in how intense he was in fighting against the tittle. Ryomen was jealous. Of course, this was nothing new, but the idea of him being jealous of these guys just felt so absurd to you. You were used to giving into his jealousy, to baby it and tend to it; like a dutiful nurse. Protecting his ego at all cost. Your first instinct was to continue that tradition, but then you thought about it again. He never went out of his way to try and take care of your jealousy. And being a fraternity sweetheart may actually be fun.
“I mean, I am at every single party you guys throw, I might as well be the sweetheart, right?” You smiled and the other guys cheered, even Nanami let out a little whoop! Ryomens eyes looked dark though. He knew exactly what you were throwing in his face. You wanted to say being this petty was unlike you, but since you started dating Ryomen…
“You offered beer pong?” You smiled to Suguru, who gladly took you outside to the table, Satoru tagging along with a reluctant Ryomen dragging behind.
It had been four months since you first slept with Sukuna, and two months since you got together. Sometimes you questioned that decision. Actually, you questioned it a lot. You questioned if he ever actually wanted to be in a relationship, or just liked the idea of it. If he wanted to have someone stable waiting for him at home while he still got to do what- or who- ever he wanted. The way he talked to some of the girls at these parties made you think that was the case. He talked to them almost as if he forgot he had a girlfriend, or worse, as if he resented the fact he had one.
Which was so unbearably confusing for you! He pursued you so fervently, as if he was convinced you were soul mates. You were happy to keep things casual with him for exactly this reason. He was the one that wanted to take things to the next level, He was the one that made things official, hell- He was the first one to say I Love You! And it’s not like he tried to hide you, he posted you on social media, he took you out as often as he could, that motherfucker tried to get a tattoo of your god damn name! Thank God Suguru talked him out of that one. It didn’t make sense to you that he would be this obsessed with you regularly, but the moment he got a few shots in his system and a cute girl approached him it’s like you were a ghost to him. It made you fucking angry.
The air was warm and full of laughing as you played against Satoru.
“Hey, you have to bounce it, you can’t throw it!” He giggled, trying to swat away your ball.
“Oh, but you can swat it?!” You scoffed through smiles, “Unfair rules!” This was your third round, and he only had one cup left. That being said, he was about half way through yours, and you were definitely starting to feel it. It was actually kinda nice to be thoroughly enjoying a party. To feel like you were here to hang out with your friends and not just to please your man.
“Come on Satoru, how are you going to lose to someone who’s wasted?!” Suguru laughed, grabbing your elbow to help steady you. You should have known something was wrong when Ryomen didn’t step in.
“By also being wasted!” Gojo chuckled as he completely missed his shot and you sunk yours. Cheers and hollers erupted in the crowd, and you proudly threw up both hands as you had won again. You felt like a star. Like you were actually cool, and accepted. You felt amazing. You looked over to your darling boyfriend to share the moment with him.
Only to feel every once of warmth leave your body when you saw him talking to another woman. You knew her well, Amanda from your english class. She talked all the time about how hot Ryomen was before the two of you got together, and joked about stealing him after. From the look of that heart wrenching grin he had on while he talked to her, it looked like she had a chance.
“Walk away. Just walk away.” You thought.“Come to me.” She laughed obnoxiously loud at a joke that probably wasn’t even that funny. Even he looked surprised at the reaction he got. Then she got closer. Your body went into rigor mortis as your lungs forgot how to work. “No. Please No.”
She kissed him. The next three seconds felt like three years. You watched her wrap a hand around his neck and pull him closer, wrap another hand in his hair and you fought vomit. It was a tender act you thought was sacred between the two of you. You guessed not. You ran off, not having the heart to watch anymore. You didn’t see him push her away and onto her ass. You didn’t hear him yell at her.
“What the fuck skank?! Why the fuck would you do that?!” He scoffed, aggressively wiping his mouth.
“I-I’m sorry! I just thought the conversation was going well, so-”
“So you fucking kiss me?! Do you do that to every man you have a conversation with?!” He physically spat, “You didn’t even fucking ask! Have you never heard of fucking consent?!”
“Look, I thought-!”
“No, you didn’t think of shit! I have a fucking girlfriend, do you know that?! Jesus fucking christ.” He groaned, walking away from the situation to find you.
You were making your way through the house to go home, fighting tears because you’d be damned if these assholes saw you cry. You swam through the sea of drunken bodies swaying in the house. The bass from the music felt all too intense, the lights all too bright. Everything was just too much. You felt disconnected from and all too aware of your body all at once, and all you really wanted was non-existence.
“Leaving so soon?” Nanami asked from his place on the houses steps as you walked out. He looked up, noticing the tears you had let slip, and his eyes widened a bit. He immediately dropped the asshole act, standing up and placing a concerned hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, are you okay? Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Ryomen is a cheating bastard.” You managed to gasp through choked breath. This whole not crying thing was so much harder than you thought. That didn’t sound like the Ryomen Nanami knew though. The Ryomen Nanami knew didn’t shut up about his girl. He wanted to marry her after graduation, he was trying to build a life with her. He wouldn’t cheat on her. Something wasn’t right.
“Y/n, I’m sorry, but that can’t be right. Theres gotta be a mis-”
“I gotta go Kento.” You whimpered, brushing his hand away. You refused to listen to one of his frat dude friends try to defend him. You took off the R that weighed down on your neck, his claim to you, and handed it to Nanami. You knew you wouldn’t be able to face him again to return it. “Please give that to him, I need to leave.” You muttered, all but running away from the party.
You should have known better. You did know better. You hated that you expected this and still got hurt. Everything just felt so unbearably heavy. When you broke up with your last boyfriend, you just felt numb. You felt about as inconvenienced by it as when they got your order wrong at Mcdonalds. Annoyed, yeah- maybe even pissed off. But ultimately you got over it quick, it had barely hurt your week.
But this? This felt like hell. This felt wrong. Like when a loved one suddenly dies, or if your house burned down while you were away; like the universe was fundamentally broken- turned upside down and left to rot. You felt so fundamentally stupid for giving him a chance. For letting him trick you into thinking he was in anything other than lust. For falling in love with a demon like him. All of the devotion and warmth you held for him tasted so fucking bitter, like it had been preverted and turned into a curse. You wanted to crawl home and tell your mom she was right.
But, your dorm was much closer. “Hey nerd, how was the- oh no.” Mei Mei said, looking up from her laptop as she heard the door open. You looked like a rejected member of Kiss, make up running down your red face, hair a mess from the outside wind.
“Mei mei, he-” You tried to get it out, but just choked on your words, breaking down into the sobs you were holding back. Mei rushed over to wrap her arms around you and keep you from collapsing in on yourself.
“Oh sweetheart…I’m so sorry.” She sighed, leading you over to your bed and sitting down with you. She knew what happened without you saying it. She knew it was going to happen. She was mostly just shocked it took this long.
“I’m so stupid..”
“Yea, a little bit.” She confirmed, patting your back and shushing you as you broke into another sob. Your phone went off. She checked it for you, snarling at the ‘where are you?’ text he sent. That motherfucker had a lot of gaul. She tossed your phone into your desk drawer, then went and grabbed the emergency ice cream she kept in her fancy mini fridge. She joined you on the bed with two spoons and her laptop.
“Okay, what do you wanna watch?” She asked, pulling up netflix.
Meanwhile, Ryomen was losing his mind looking for you, and Nanami was losing his mind looking for him. “There you are!” Kento snapped as he finally found Ryomen coming out of their shared dorm.
“Nanami, have you seen Y/n?” He asked immediately, “I can’t find her, and I’m about to start hitting people about it.” He said, running a nervous hand through his hair. He had never lost you for this long before, and he was really starting to panic now. If anything had happened to you, he was going to make tomorrows nine o’clock news.
“Yeah, she ran out like an hour ago saying you cheated on her, is that true?” Nanami asked, feeling like he already knew the answer.
“What?!” Ryomen snapped, grabbing Nanami by the shoulders, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that an hour ago?!”
“Because I’ve been looking for you for an hour dipshit!” He yelled, pushing Ryomen off, “Answer the question!”
“No it’s not fucking true! Why the hell would I do something that fucking stupid?!” Ryomen scoffed at the very idea of such a thing. He remembered his encounter with Yuki, before the two of you had even become casual partners. The thought of trying to be with another woman made him nauseous then, and that feeling had only intensified as your relationship grew.
“Then why does she think that you did?” Nanami questioned further, trying to get to the bottom of the situation.
“I don’t know! I-” Shit. He didn’t even finish his sentence before the unwanted kiss flooded his memories. A hit from a sledge hammer wielded by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson would have been softer than the realization that not only did you see the kiss, but thought it was welcomed. Suddenly, he didn't have blood in his veins anymore, only liquid nitrogen. “Oh my god, she saw Amanda kiss me.”
“What?! Ryomen, you said you didn’t che-”
“I didn’t!” He snarled, “She kissed me when I was trying to sell to her. I pushed her off, it was not mutual!” The last thing Suguru and Gojo expected to find when they went to slip off to their room was Nanami and Ryomen fighting in the hall, but, suppose theres a first time for everything.
“Whats going on?” Gojo asked, needing to be in the center of every drama ever.
“Y/n thinks Ryomen cheated on her.” Nanami explained.
“You fucking what?!” Suguru hissed, ready to fight on your behalf.
“I didn’t actually do it!” Ryomen yelled in his own defense. “She saw Amanda kiss me, but I guess missed the part where I yelled at her for assault!”
“Well she’s officially on the ban list.” Satoru stated what everyone else assumed went without saying.
“Wait, where is Y/n now?” Geto asked.
“Home, I assume. It’s where she was going.” Nanami explained.
“I have to go get her.” Ryomen said more to himself than anyone else, attempting to leave before Gojo stopped him.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Satoru asked, “If it just happened, she may not be willing to listen to you yet.”
“No, Ryomen’s right. The longer he lets this sit the worse it’ll get.” Suguru pointed out. “This is something you address immediately.”
“Not necessarily! She may be working it out on her own,” Satoru was being delusional, “I mean, has she broken up with you yet right? Like officially? Cause if not, showing up at her doorstep out of no where may be the end your relationship.” Wait, he had a point.
“No, She hasn’t broken up with me.” Ryomen sighed in almost relief. You two were still together, that ment there was hope. Hope of a conversation, hope to save the future he had built for you two. Maybe all wasn’t lost.
“Yeah, so…about that.” Nanami muttered almost sheepishly as he held up the white gold necklace you had tossed at him. Ryomen felt his soul evacuate his body and the liquid nitrogen in his veins turn into lead. The room was spinning and the only thing he could focus on was the jewels that should have been around your neck. The symbol of your relationship, dangling abandoned from Nanami's fingers. You had left him and he didn’t even know it.
“Shit.” Mai Mai muttered, checking her phone half way through an episode of whatever you had put on. “Shoko got too fucked up and needs a ride home from the bar.” She sighed. You knew what that meant.
“That’s ok,” you managed a smile, “Go make sure she’s safe.”
“Are you going to be okay?” That was a loaded question if you’d ever heard one.
“Yeah Mei, I’m not gonna like, kill myself or something stupid like that.” You forced a laugh to really sell that you were falling apart. Mei gave a concerned face, but knew that Shoko still needed her help.
“I’ll be back in like, an hour, ok?” She said as she grabbed her keys, “If you need anything or god forbid he shows up, call me, ok?” She demanded more than asked.
“Okay, I will.” You sighed, waving off your friend as she left. Once alone, you decided you might as well take the opportunity to get into pajamas. You shuffled to your closet, feeling more like a zombie than much else. That was until you opened the door to reveal Ryomens hoodie hanging up with the rest of your clothes. The icy tendrils of despair returned, and despite your better judgment you pulled the old hoodie down.
He had left it here a few weeks back, and you had been snuggling up in it ever since. At the time it was a major comfort, now it was just another thing to return later. Despite yourself, you still hugged it, imaging you were just hugging him goodbye for some closure. You hoped it would help you let go. Instead what happened is you were greeted with his familiar scent, pine and cigarettes, and your eyes started gushing again.
It’s surreal just how many times a heart can break before it shatters. How many times you can watch your boyfriend, who swore oh so many times that you were his one and only, flirt with truly breath taking girls before you finally snap. How many times you can accept the unacceptable before it feels like a full body breakdown, before you’re hiding in your room, crying into his hoodie because despite everything he was still so comforting to your stupid heart that still hadn’t caught up with your brain in terms of relationship status.
You collapsed onto your bed as you clung to the fabric, wishing it was him. That tonight had never happened, and he was still yours. It was a nice thought. Your pity party was interrupted by what could only be described as a cop knock on your door. It startled a yelp out of you, and almost scared you enough to make you forget you were sad.
“Y/n, please, let me in.” Mother fucker! Why would he think this was a good idea?!
“No Sukuna, I have nothing to say to you.” You snapped, and he cringed on the other side of the door. He hated when you used his last name for him. It made him feel like his father.
“That’s fine! Just let me say what I have to say.” He begged, “Y/n, it’s not what you think.”
The Audacity
How fucking dare he show up to your door with the worlds lamest fucking excuse and expect it to work?! How fucking dare he act like you didn’t have two working eyes! The rage that filled you with pushed you off the bed and to the door, throwing it open just to smack him across the face. His eyes blew wide at the attack. He had never seen you violent before. He kinda liked it.
“You’re a real fucking douche bag, do you know that?!” You snapped, “You spent fucking months trying to get me to agree to be with you, just to do this to me! Do you know how much this hurts?!”
“Y/n, I-!”
“I’m not done!” You shouted, officially pissing off your across the hall neighbor.
“Take it to your dorm, not the hall!” Utahime yelled from behind her door. You growled, but reluctantly pulled him into your room, closing the door behind the two of you.
“You lead me on for fucking months, fucking months, making me think you loved me and wanted to be with me, just for it to turn out to all be a lie! Then, when you realize you fucked up, you turn up at my door with the lamest excuse known to man! What the fuck do you have to say for yourself?!” You hissed, venom dripping for your lips like thick cyanide.
“She kissed me,” He explained, holding up his hands when he saw you open your mouth to argue, “You asked me what I had to say for myself, right? This is what I have to say, just let me talk.” You closed your mouth reluctantly, waiting for him to continue.
“She started talking to me because she wanted to try pot and knew I had some to sell. I sold her an ounce and we kept talking about her fucking major or some shit. Honestly, I don’t even remember what we were talking about, I was just trying to give good customer service. But I guess she was into it, cause out of no where she kissed me. But I didn’t kiss her back, Y/n! I pushed her off of me, I yelled at her that I had a girlfriend, hell, I’m pretty sure I fucking spit on her. You have to believe me Baby, I wanted nothing to do with that!”
He was talking fast and panicked, and not at all like how he normally spoke. Like he was scared for his life, grabbing his hair and trying to control his breathing. His fear almost transferred to you, but all you really wanted was to hug him, to assure him it was okay. A part of you wanted to deny it all, because that was so much easier than admitting you were wrong and jumped to conclusions. That you let Mei Mei and your mother get into your head.
But you knew your boyfriend better than that. You knew that this wasn’t the ramblings of a liar, but the ramblings of a desperate man needing to be heard. The honesty in his eyes, the tremble in his normally steady voice. You thought about how Nanami tried to argue with you when you first accused Ryomen. At the time you refused to hear any of it, but Nanami had never been one to bull shit anyone or defend his fraternity brothers shitty actions. And suddenly, your stomach filled with stones as you realized what you had done, what you had almost thrown away.
“Ryomen,” You muttered, slowly approaching him as if he was a hurt animal.
“I kept looking for you after it happened, I was going to tell you! But you were gone-”
“Ryo,” You tried again to cut through his thoughts, standing close enough now to touch him.
“But then fucking Nanami found me, and he had your necklace, and-” Oh shit, he wasn’t there anymore. You recognized a doom spiral when you saw one. You gently grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at you. Those puppy dog eyes you fell in love with were wide and full of fear, filling you with a sick dread that made your skin feel far too tight.
“Baby, look at me. You’re getting lost in your head.” You said softly, using your thumb to wipe away a stray tear.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry I-”
“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry I ran away instead of just talking to you about what happened.” You sighed.
“Yea that was kinda hypocritical of you.” He nodded.
“Ryomen.”
“I’m just saying, you’re the one talking about how important communication is.”
“And I apologized, did I not?!” You laughed at the emotional whiplash of it all. He let a small smile slip as he watched. He finally felt like he could breathe again. He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.
“I swear, this love shit’s gonna put me in the ground.” He more gasped than laughed, the crash of his body no longer being in fight or flight mode weighing heavy on him.
“Ain’t that the truth.” You huffed, shaking your head as best as you could against his chest. Your body still hadn’t gotten the memo that things were okay now. Your bones still felt like they were shaking in your skin. He parted enough to hook his finger under your chin, tilting your head up at him. Your heart skipped a beat, taking in how soft he looked in the moonlight fluttering in from your window. He was proof god had favorites. He smiled softly to you.
“I think you’re worth it though.” He whispered, before leaning down and pressing his soft lips to yours. It didn’t matter how many times they two of you kissed, your heart always freaked out about it- like a mega fan in the pit at a concert. Your arms instinctively moved to wrap around his neck, he he took you by the hips, pulling you deeper into the kiss. He bit your lip, and took the opportunity of your soft moan to slip his tongue into your mouth.
Your body started warming back up, his comforting smell putting your panic response to ease. Your nervous system pulsated back to life, sparks flying in your blood waiting to be caught in his inferno. On one hand, it felt almost wrong to be kissing him so soon after the events of the night- like a betrayal of yourself. On the other, your heart craved him like a drug, his affection gave you a high that nothing else could even come close too. You felt like you were spinning and a heat was quickly pooling in your legs that you knew he could take care of.
One of your hands tangled into his soft pink hair, tugging softly. He took that as his que to pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his hips long enough for him to sit you down on the side of the bed. His kisses moved from your lips to your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked soft bruises into your collar bone.
He pushed you back down on the bed, lowering himself to his knees in between your legs, like a sinner praying for forgiveness at an altar.. You were suddenly pretty thankful you hadn’t gotten around to changing yet. He hiked the dress up around your hips, smiling when he saw the underwear you were wearing.
“Black lace, huh?” He teased, forgetting the past like, hour and a half apparently, “Were you planning this sweetheart?”
“I assure you I did not plan on us breaking up.” You laughed. He did not like that you used the words “Breaking Up” and “Us” in the same sentence. It didn’t affect him they way that it did before. It didn’t fill him with that overwhelming feeling of panic that it had earlier. It didn’t freeze him in place. Instead, it just filled him with white hot rage. Surely you knew better than that, right? You were his, you weren’t going anywhere. “Breaking up” was not an option. He just had to remind you who you belonged to.
“Good thing we didn’t break up.” He said. Before you could protest, he pushed your panties to the side and ran his warm tongue along your folds, earning him a soft, pretty gasp from your lips. He smirked to himself, noticing how wet you were from just kissing, gathering the silky liquor on his tongue, and swirling it onto your clit. He started spelling his nickname with his tongue, R. Y. O, R. Y. O, and you were lost to whatever he wanted.
Your body pulsated with electricity, every swipe of his tongue sending a new wave of bliss through your body. You moaned out his name, fingers tangling into his hair to try and keep yourself grounded. You felt like you were made of pop rocks and stars, eyes rolling back in pleasure, pulling him closer to your core. You could feel a tsunami building inside of you, a sea of pleasure threatening to over take you.
“Have I ever told you how sweet you taste?” Sukuna moaned, sliping two fingers inside of your gushing pussy. You mentally added that to the list of weird compliments you had received since becoming bedfellows with the wannabe bad boy. Or, tried to I should say. As you were filing the thought away, he curled his fingers into your g-spot, turning any coherent thoughts you had had before into oh fuck that felt good and fuck I’m already getting close. Ryomen felt the way your cunt clenched around his fingers, and felt his own dick twitch. He knew how that clench felt around his cock, and more than anything he wanted to feel it again.
“Ryo, I-I’m...yea” You tried to warn him, but the electric shockwaves going through your body made communication rather difficult at that moment.
“Oh yea?” He chuckled from between your legs, punctuating his sentence with a sharp suck to the bundle of nerves between your legs. “Then cum for me pretty girl.” It didn’t take much after that, his words of affirmation waking up butterflies in your stomach and in your cunt. A few more curls of his fingers and swipes from his tongue and suddenly cartoon stars were exploding in front of your eyes. Your climax tore through you with a vengeance, the storm hitting you and drowning your senses in bliss and oxytocin. Your entire body felt like it had been struck by lighting made of erotic thrill, the aftershocks leaving you shaking in it’s wake.
Your soul was still trying to make it’s way back to your body when his lips met yours again, your taste mingling with his on your tongue and leaving your head spinning. You went to grab his shirt, finding that he had taken it off at some point, which was more than okay with you. He nipped at your jaw and your neck before pulling away and getting you up long enough to take your dress off you. You went to take off your bra, only for him to stop you.
“Hey, hey, whats the rush?” He asked from the foot of your bed, wicked grin showing off his naturally sharp canines, “Take it off slowly.” This was 100% a power play and you know it. Normally this fucker was literally ripping clothes to get them off you quicker, your sudden uptick in panty buying could attest to that. But now all of the sudden he wanted to go slow? Fine, you could play that game.
You stood on your knees to give him a better view, slowly shimmying the straps off your shoulders. His scarlet eyes burned into your every movement as you slipped your arms out of the straps as elegantly as one could. You made eye contact with him as you unhooked your bra, one hook at a time. Or, tried to at least. His eyes were trained on your chest. You grinned at the aggravated groan he let out, watching you catch the fabric before it fell and revealed your breast. His eyes were dark and you could tell by his shifting his jeans were getting too tight.
“Slow enough for you?” You smirked at him.
“Keep running that mouth and I’ll give you something to do with it.” He warned, and you just laughed, finally letting your bra drop to the mattress. You saw his body physically tense as to not grapple you then and there.
“You want my mouth? Oh, but I’d much rather have you somewhere else.” You teased, looping your thumbs into the sides of your underwear as you started to pull them off your hips at an agonizing pace. Ryomen felt like he was going to lose it, feeling his fingers, among other extremities, twitch with the need to touch you. He tried to be a good boy, he really did, but when you rolled your hips at him he lost it. In a flash he had pulled you under him, and was fumbling with his belt.
“Hey, what happened to slow?” You teased.
“Fun experiment, not for me.” He responded, freeing himself from his jeans and lining himself up with your still dripping entrance. He caught your lips in a kiss as he dived in, swallowing your sweet moans as he filled you to the brim. It didn’t matter how many times Ryomen was in between your legs, it always felt like the first. The burning stretch as his hips connected with you setting your body on fire and filling your brain with tv static. You could feel your already weak legs tremble around him, and he groaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock.
“God pretty girl, you feel so fucking good for me.” He moaned, setting a brutal pace as he pushed into you, his cock brushing against your g-spot and massaging your cervix. “Like you were made to be on my cock.” Who he was talking to was a mystery to you because you were not there. You were in outer space, floating on atoms and space dust as he rocked into you, bliss filling your veins as you felt euphoria spread through you and pool in your core.
He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, letting him dive even deeper into your velvety walls. He grabbed your hips in a vice grip, no doubt leaving bruises you could take finger prints off of. Every thrust hit your g-spot, the new position letting him reach places that you didn’t know existed. “Oh, fuck, Ryo don’t stop.” You begged.
“Didn’t plan on it,” He assured you, watching the way your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “Hey no-” He growled, removing his hand from your hip to grab your chin, “Look at me.” You whined as you opened your eyes, meeting his lust filled gaze. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You Ryomen..” You moaned, feeling yourself reaching your peak.
“Who’s the only person that makes you feel this good?” He demanded the validation.
“You, Ryomen, you!” You squirmed underneath him as all of the stimulation became too much. Your hands started to tingle as your body got ready to tumble off a cliff. You weren’t even fully processing what he was asking, you just knew to say his name.
“Who do you belong to Y/n?”
“Ryomen..” You whimpered, digging your claws in his back as your legs trembled, “Ryo, please..” You gasped, teetering on the edge. His hand left your chin and found your clit, massaging expert circles into it. It was your tipping point, sending you hurtling over the edge of your orgasm and head over heels into euphoria, the sea of bliss overtaking you as red hot lava replaced your blood. You felt almost dizzy as you were hit with wave after wave of ecstasy, vision going blurry with tears from the intensity of it all.
Ryomen wasn’t far behind you, the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper with every convulsion. He told himself he really couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to; filling you until you were overflowing and thanking Aphrodite for the invention of birth control. He rolled you over as he collapsed next to you, managing to stay inside.
The two of you stayed like that for awhile, breathing deep in your afterglow, before he finally pulled out, albeit reluctantly. He kissed the top of your head, fixing his pants and finding a washcloth to clean you up with. “I’d say sorry for the mess but, It’s kinda hot.” He chuckled softly. You rolled your eyes and threw on his shirt.
“Dick.” You muttered. He nodded in agreement.
“Is that a request? I could go again.” He grinned as you weakly hit his arm with your finger tips.
“You’re lucky I love you.” You grumbled softly. He nodded.
“I know…I love you too.” He whispered. He waited a second before adding, “We’re still together, right?” more as a formality than anything.
“No, I slept with you as one final hurrah before deleting your number.” you joked.
“Oh, well then, I guess you won’t be needing this?” He asked, pulling your pendant from his pocket. Your eyes widened a bit as you saw it, almost forgetting that you had ever taken it off to begin with. Your hand instinctively went to your neck to protect it, only to find nothing there. obviously.
“My necklace-” You said, but he shook his head.
“Nope, my necklace. Unless you wanna be my girlfriend?” He smirked that evil smirk. You laughed fondly at him, then gave an overly exaggerated sigh.
“Well I suppose, if it’s the only way to get my jewelry back, then we gotta get back together.” He chuckled as he hooked the chain around your neck again, admiring the way it dazzled against your skin.
“It looks good on you.” he praised, kissing your forehead.
“Everything looks good on me.” You winked.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO CALLING ME IF HE SHOWED UP?!” Mei yelled as she finally returned home.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ Taglist ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
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#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna x reader smut#frat boy! sukuna x reader#jjk frat boy au#fratboy!sukuna#soft sukuna#hurt/comfort#college au#modern au#sukuna smut#curseless au
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u accidentally call toru daddy in front of his brothers nd then run off cryin in embarrassment . toru has to chase u down, while repeating dat its okai nd dat da guys r nto things 10x worse .
#fratboy/playboy!gojo#pwinkprincess ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა#toruuu ᡣ𐭩୨୧ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶#jjk ! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗#esp mahito !! mahitos kinks r scary 😣#mayb even sukuna#choso is lit silent but deadly
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ᯓ★ luvwestwood's masterlist, 2024!
currently.. jujutsu kaisen fixated 🌟 last updated 04/04/2024
— 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
“Off Limits” - [18+, plug/fratboy! gojo, college au]
“Head Empty” - [18+, private tutor! gojo, college au]
— 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨
“Double Penetrated” - [18+, piercer! choso/suguru]
— 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢
“Build A Bear” [18+, kento sluts you out in the victoria secret changing rooms]
— 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
“Working Overtime” - [18+, wealthy/ceo! toji, escort reader]
“Thank You For Your Service” - [18+, firemen! toji/sukuna]
"Don't Worry 'Bout It Darling!" - [18+, cabin! toji]
"Cover 'Em Up Slut!" - [18+, toji drabble]
— 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨
“Double Penetrated” - [18+, piercer! choso/suguru]
“AFK” - [18+, bf/gamer! choso]
“Give Me Five” - [18+, ice-hockey player! choso]
"Hands Up!" - [18+, notoriety au]
"Save A Cow, Milk The ...!?" - [18+, milkman! choso]
— 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
“Thank You For Your Service” - [18+, firemen! toji, sukuna]
— 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫
“JJK Characters & What They'd Drive - But It's Oddly Specific” [sfw, funnies, toji, nobara, kento, satoru, choso, megumi, mahito, sukuna, yuji, hiromi, suguru]
“Corporate Whore” - [18+, drabbles, satoru, kento, suguru]
“From Me, To You” - [18+, Valentine’s Day themed drabbles, satoru, kento, choso, toji, suguru, sukuna]
— 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐭𝐰𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬
“How Hard The JJK Men Would Fuck You" - [18+, drabbles, Toji, Gojo, Kento, Choso]
"Thigh Fucking with the JJK Men" - [18+, drabbles, all jjk men inclusive]
"Satoru Just Loves When You Wear Short Skirts." - [18+, drabbles, Gojo]
© luvwestwood ‘24. any reblogs on any of my work are more than appreciated.
#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru smut#nanami smut#toji fushiguro smut#toji smut#sukuna ryomen smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo x reader#kento nanami x reader#gojo satoru x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#ryomen sukuna#ryomen x reader
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JJK Masterlist
ngl this gif hurts my feelings but its ok.
mdni with anything marked s.
a [angst], f [fluff], s [smut], sg [suggestive]
drabbles ~
fratboy/playboy gojo [s]
-> Geto Suguru
good girls don't beg [s] WC: 1.2k | CW: swearing, pwp, edging, protected sex, penetration, choking, some titty slapping, a bit of rough sex, some overstimulation, soft dom geto, sub reader. This is literally just sex my dudes.
-> Gojo Satoru
how much you own me [a,s] WC: 2.9k | CW: ex-boyfriend Gojo, angsty, you both teach at jujutsu high, Gojo is an idiot, Geto is flirty but that is inconsequential [I just love him] Gojo is possessive and a bit whiney, fluffy near the end. MDNI, smut warning [hand jobs, fingering, finger sucking, it’s all kinda soft tbh, nipple sucking, penetration, a lot of kisses – so many kisses, bathroom sex, public sex, mention of form of protection {IUD} I apologize if I missed anything]
-> Kamo Choso
"i knew the day i met you you'd be the one" [f,s] WC: 2.7k | CW: Motocross AU, older brother Sukuna, Sukuna and Choso do not get along, Sukuna is overprotective of you and Choso is possessive kinda, Yuji and Sukuna are separate bodied individuals for this, and Sukuna is not in true form I mean this is a motocross au so… pwp, well some plot. smut warning [teasing, fingering, name calling {you: slut}, hair pulling, spanking, finger sucking, minor ass play, manhandling, penetration, choking. Idk I missed anything]
-> Ryomen Sukuna
"i miss you, i'm sorry" [a,s] WC: 2.4k CW: Sukuna is not a soft man, he never will be - BUT he's desperate for you. Yuji and Sukuna hate each other. Smut Warning [grinding, nipple sucking, hair pulling, rough sex not a lot of foreplay - quickie really]
-> Fushiguro Toji
"you make me a maniac" [s] WC: 2.1k CW: you dont really hate him, deep inside your just horny for him, pwp, smut warning [dubcon kinda, mean toji, a lot of taunting, degradation, fingering, spitting, throat fucking, unprotected sex - don't do what they did, overstimulation, choking]
~ hxt1b, updated feb 20 2024
#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk gojo#jjk imagines#jjk drabbles#jjk fluff#jjk angst#jjk anime#anime smut#anime fluff#anime x reader#gojo satoru#geto suguru#nanami kento#toji fushiguro#choso kamo#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro
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i may turn this into an one-shot in the future but for now i can't stop thinking about it -
fratboy!gojo finding out about how sukuna and mahito made a bet on who could sleep with you, gojo's best friend, first
fratboy!gojo who avoids telling you because he knows you'll be heartbroken and chooses to take you off the market instead
fratboy!gojo asks you to fake date since his dad is trying to force him into a relationship with some heiress. whether it's true or not, you have no reason to doubt him and agree
fratboy!gojo swears he won't fall in love with you; he's only doing this to keep sukuna and mahito away from you and get his dad off his back
but fratboy!gojo is already in love with you, he just doesn't realize it yet
#fratboy!gojo#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru headcanon#gojo satoru imagines#gojo x reader#gojo headcanons#gojo imagines#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#jjk headcanons#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen imagines
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Thank you for the tag @kissxcore and @poe-daydreams 💖
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS.
There's just way too many to list them here, but to list few...
• geto suguru — guitarist
• geto suguru — he's depressed and you want to bring back happiness into his life
• gojo satoru — affair with a curse
• gojo satoru — do you have batteries
• gojo satoru — separation
• gojo satoru — ex wife
• gojo satoru — boss
• satoru posing for riko's friends
• satoru was a princess
• jjk men — fratboys au
• nanami kento — handyman
• satosugu — satoru asking about his dick
• sukuna — a vessel for his power
• sukuna — face massage pt 2
• sukuna — not yet pt 3
• sukuna — tattoo artist
• tobirama senju - politically loveless
• madara - arranged wedding
as you can see I'm working mostly on jjk and believe me, that's not all of my wips but the rest doesn't have titles even, sooo—
no pressure tags: @ponderingmoonlight @awearywritersworld @gojos-thot-patrol and everyone who wants to share wips 🖤
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ALSO! Okay, this is mildly important. I am currently writing THREE fics at the same time, they’re all around 2-5k words, so nothing insane, but I’d like to focus on one of them to have something out soon. Please tell me which one you prefer below.
Keep in mind that they’re all probably coming out eventually. It’s just to have an order of Public Preference.
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Sukuna in Yuji’s body: Dignified. Elegant. Intimidating. Ominous.
Sukuna in Megumi’s body: College fratboy. Ugly. Looks horny for no reason. Fix that face (Kenjaku really said “Yuji looked better on you :/”).
Yorozu next chapter after seeing Sukuna make that face: "Nevermind, I'm not vibing with this anymore. It's just not the same with that vessel. Wasn't Sugawara's descendant somewhere around here? I'll fight him."
Megumi is really bringing out all his worst qualities. I can excuse cannibalism, but I draw the line at being cringe. I kinda got the impression that he was more reasonable with Kenjaku around, but that could just be because Kenny was doing the most and almost everyone would look normal next to them. Or it was the aftereffect of the Bath. He definitely reverted back on the last page though. Destroyed all that hard work from before.
It's nice to see him in a new outfit. It looks good. But knowing him, he's gonna rip his top off again in one or two chapters. What a waste. It's such a nice haori.
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ɷ( ' ' )ɷ : ⊹ ̟˖ ⁀꒷꒦ ꒰꒰ ⊹꒷︶jujutsu kaisen
4everybody (nsfw) | gojo satoru
— fratboy! satoru, how did you get here again?
restless (nsfw) | gojo satoru
— rq. realizing he might have an oral fixation
fountain (nsfw, series) | gojo satoru
— situationships can be kind of murky
lucid | geto suguru
— please don’t wake me up
thunder | geto suguru
— and we had conversations in my head
all to you (nsfw) | nanami kento
— housewife duties
like someone in love | fushiguro megumi
— oh he likes you
woo ah | itadori yuji
— he’s cute, like real cute
no other heart | itadori yuuji
— oh he likes you pt 2
focus (series ?) | sukuna ryomen
— heian period, too much folklore influence
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fr tho sukuna looks so ugly on megumi 💀
with yuji he was elegant. he had spark. he had personality. now megumi makes him look like a fratboy, it’s hard to take him seriously.
It's not flattering on Sukuna OR Megumi. At least before, Fushigoro had that kind of lowkey Sasuke vibe about him (also god wouldn't he be an absolute nightmare yandere, Sasuke I mean) where Megumi has this kind of, quiet aura around him, like he's not overly bishounen or overly masculine and he mostly keeps a straight face and, as you said, the newest developments make him look like a straight douchebag
Also I guess it's because I don't read the manga and I'm stupid but I thought the vague implication was that Yuuji was some kind of descendant or already held a connection to Sukuna and that's one reason they could bond so it idk kinda icks me that Sukuna can just, jump ship, makes Yuuji seem less special kwim, you gotta root for our underdogs. Like idk maybe it's just because I've forgotten some of the series and haven't watched like the movies or ova or whatever but Megumi never really, super appealed to me attraction wise? His Domain Expansion was pretty neat but like, idk, I remember I found him boring. Maki is fucking sick though like goddamn have you seen that shit, a flip into a splits into a grapple and a 'killing blow'? She fucks supremely like, unironically if they made an entire series of her fight choreography I would binge it
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⭑. request
— needy bsf! satoru gojo
— choso drabble collection, football player choso
⭑. drabbles
— Y.D.L.R song inspired, exboyfriend! ran haitani x reader
— single father! toji x neighbor’s housewife! reader
— VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL song inspired, suguru geto x reader
— AFTER LAST NIGHT song inspirsed, toji fushiguro x reader
—ATTENTION song inspired, nanami kento x reader
⭑. oneshots
— DOUBLE TROUBLE, fratboy! gojo + fratboy! geto x reader
— PROFESSIONAL song inspired, bass player! onyankopon x popstar! reader
⭑. headcannons
— ME U & HENNESSY song inspired, jjk men x reader
— FEEL IT song inspirsed, jjk (or aot) men x bratty reader
⭑. multiple part writings
— sukuna series, paradise II.CARMEN
— gojo series, trilogy I.HIGH FOR THIS
— choso drabble collection (after requested one is done), gbsf yuki + choso x reader
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Now Presenting...
Starring Frat Boy!Sukuna and Virgin!Reader
A modern day college AU in which the reader is a young adult just now starting to shrug off their sheltered youth. And Sukuna is more than excited and willing to help lift that burden off your shoulders.
Warning: this fic contains smut, loss of virginity, drinking, enemies to lovers, fingering, cunnilingus, semi-public sex, use of pet names and unprotected sex. Reader discretion is Advised ;p
Honestly, you really could not believe you dated this dunce. You remembered the break up like a trauma. Staring at his popcorn ceiling as he told you he simply couldn’t get past the fact you didn't want to sleep with him. He didn’t want to be with a prude. At the time, it crushed you. But now, as you sat at your desk, pouring red ink over every love letter he ever sent you, you couldn’t help but feel thankful you didn’t lose your virginity to him.
“What are you doing?” Your roommate asked as she walked into your shared dorm.
“Grading my ex’s love letters.” You said without looking away from your task. The awkward beat of silence that followed proved that she was not expecting that answer.
“Why?” She asked. You simply shrugged. To grieve, you guessed?
“I felt the overwhelming need to correct his grammar.” You could hear her ask why again before she asked it. “I plan on sending them back.”
“You really need to get laid.” Your roommate laughed.
“He hasn’t gotten higher than a d on any of these.” You muttered, “A d Mei.”
“You need some D” Mei chuckled, going and sitting on her bed. “I could get you laid ya know.”
“I don't want to get laid.” You reminded her. That wasn’t quite true. You did want to get laid, you just wanted to do it on your own terms and you didn’t think that was a lot to ask for!
“Well do you wanna come to a party with me tonight?” Mei asked with a smug smirk. “Alpha Beta Omega house is hosting a party tonight, you should come! ABO has all the hottest guys ya know.” You did know, and while the thought was rather enticing, you were never really big on partying. You came to college to get your degree for fucks sake!
“I don’t know Mei,” you sighed, “I hate parties…”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” Mei tried to sell it. “Please! Don’t let me go alone, that would be a dick move, ya know?” She pouted, giving you the puppy dog eyes that roped you into every party you had been to since starting school. You sighed in irritation, knowing it was useless to keep fighting.
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
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Ryomen had no fucking idea what he was thinking when he signed up for an 8 am class, but if he could kick his past self’s ass, he would. He didn’t think he had been on time for this class even once. He tried everything to wake himself up. Putting his phone on the other side of the room, sleeping with the curtains open, drinking vodka instead of whiskey, all of it was about as effective as putting dry socks on a drowning man.
He walked into class already twenty minutes late. He felt all eyes fall on him, which was fair considering he had interrupted the lecture. He ignored it though, confidently and nonchalantly walking to the nearest empty chair. A chair that just so happened to be next to you.
You felt your heart do level 11 gymnastics in your chest as the Ryomen Sukuna sat next to you. You hated how attracted you were to him. He was everything your parents had ever forbid you from going near. 6 '4 and nothing but a wall of muscle, you couldn’t help but feel like his face full of sharp tattoos just emphasized how soft his puppy-dog-eyes were. It made you want to run your fingers through his soft pink hair.
Suddenly, your keyboard had become the most interesting thing in the world. Your eyes burned holes into your computer as you prayed that Ryomen wouldn’t look at you, or worse talk to you. You found him attractive, yea, but you also knew he was bad news. He was a member of the ABO fraternity and was known for being a womanizing piece of shit who often defaulted to calling you “woman” when he forgot your name. The man was a walking talking red flag factory and to desire him was to desire madness and hurt. You should want nothing to do with him.
And yet.
“Hey, do you have the notes?” Ryomen asked, looking at you from the corners of his eyes and ho-ly shit. Fuck whatever the fuck the professor was going on about, you now had his full attention. He fully turned to you, taking you all in. If Ryomen had to describe his dream woman, he would simply pull up a picture of you. A reluctant innocence clung to you, begging him to find the delinquent underneath it all. He didn’t know what he was thinking, signing up for an 8 am class, but he would kiss his past self if he could.
“Yea, for sure.” You muttered, biting your lip as you pulled up your email. He showed you his laptop so you could get his email straight from the source, and thanks to technology, he had the notes in seconds.
“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” He smiled, showing his unusually sharp canines. You thought that you were done with this interaction, thankfully, but then he kept going. “So, are you going to the ABO party tonight?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” You shrugged, “Parties aren’t really my thing.” Of course, you probably spent most of your life sheltered, too scared to disappoint your parents to ever rebel. Ryomen wanted your rebellion more than he wanted to pass his finals.
“You should go,” Ryomen whispered, “I bet you’d be really popular.”
“Yea, and by that you mean men would be drooling over how bad they want to fuck me, right?” You scoffed, forgetting yourself. He did in fact mean that by the way, but this response from you is not what he expected. You kept him on his toes. You intrigued him. “Now, just why do you think I’d want that?” You asked.
“So you’re worried about creepy dudes?” Ryomen asked, raising an eyebrow. “Alright then, Come with me then. Be my date.” He smiled that fang filled smile that was quickly burning its way into your heart.
“No.” You said plainly.
“Oh come on,” he damn near begged, “You get to go and have fun without the fear of creeps, because I’ll be protecting you, and I get to show up with a beautiful woman on my arm, it’s a win-win!” You weren’t sure when it happened, but class had ended and others were leaving.
“And just how do you plan to protect me from creepy guys when you are the creepy guy?” You challenged.
“By out creeping them.” Okay, even you had to admit that was funny. Ryomens smile widened as he realized he had gotten you to laugh. He won.
“Ryomen, let’s go!” Someone called for him. Ryomen looked to the door and found his friends standing there waiting for him, Geto looking particularly annoyed. “We’re going to be late for class.” Geto said, annoyance dripping from him.
He quickly scribbled down his number into his notebook, ripping the page and putting it on your computer. “Just think about it and call me, yea? I’m excited to take you.” He winked as he rushed to join his friends.
You stared at the number for a few seconds after he left. You felt like the number was taunting you, yes, but also enticing you. It showed you a night of fun, excited passion that you had never experienced before but so desperately missed. It showed you a taste of freedom and rebellion. Doing something bad, knowing it was bad, and doing it anyway because it was so intoxicating. It showed you everything you wanted and more.
You threw it in the trash on your way out the door.
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You sighed as you stared at yourself in the mirror. The white tennis skirt Mei Mei had picked out was far shorter than you wanted, and the pink sweater was far tighter. You tried to put on a pair of stockings to compensate for the shortness of the skirt, but, all they did was accentuate your legs. You couldn’t believe Mei had convinced you to go to this stupid party.
I mean, you could. It wasn’t hard, she offered to do your calculus homework for a week, you would have killed your mother to get out of having to do calculus for a week. But when you agreed to let her pick out the outfit, you had never expected—or prepared—to wear something so….
Sexy. That's the word you had been looking for, you looked sexy. You had never really dressed up before, sweatpants and t-shirts were typically your uniform. You were surprised at the way your body worked for you when you let it.
“Are you ready yet?!” Mei asked
“Yea, I’m coming.” You said, finally pulling yourself away from the mirror and joining Mei by the door. She gave you another once over, smiling in satisfaction as she did. The outfit she’d picked out had really come together.
“You look good,” She nodded.
“Thanks,” You shrugged, trying to hide your slight embarrassment. You weren’t used to compliments. Mei nodded one last time before ushering you out the door.
“Hey, Mei?” You asked as the two of you started the walk to the ABO Frat house.
“What’s up Y/n?” She asked.
“You’re not going to leave me alone, right? Like, we’re actually gonna hang out and protect each other tonight?” Mei gave you the warmest, most reassuring smile you had ever seen.
“Of course Y/n. I won’t leave your side for even a second.”
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You regretted every decision you had ever made in your life that led to you coming to this party. The music was way too loud, the drinks were way too strong (thanks Nanami), and the people were way too obnoxious. Mei had abandoned you almost the moment the two of you had walked in the door, making you realize you really needed to get better friends. It wouldn’t have been that bad, except some asshole that smelled like corpse had decided, against your will, he was taking you home tonight.
He wouldn’t leave you alone. You’d tried everything, complete disinterest, telling him you had a boyfriend, hell even telling him you were gay! Nothing would deter him. You even tried to go to the bathroom to try and lose him and he just fucking waited for you outside the bathroom door. This Mahito motherfucker was really starting to freak you out.
“You’re really pretty, you know that?” The ragdoll yelled in your ear, sending a fog of rotten breath over your face. You didn’t hide the disgust you felt as you looked for an out— any—to get out of this situation.
“What do you say you and I get outta here?” He asked. As he did, he put a singular hand on your waist. The moment he did, your head filled with sirens and screaming, every true crime podcast you had ever heard, willingly or not, replayed through your head and you were never more sure that this man had women tied up in his basement. Your adrenaline spiked as you looked for any way to get him to properly fuck off.
Ah-ha!
“Babe!” You yelled, all smiles and cheer as you ripped yourself away from Mahito and ran to Ryomen. Mahito followed, like the idiot he was, but this time you somehow knew you’d be fine. Ryomen looked confused at first, then noticed the corpse walking with you and it all clicked. He smiled back at you, more warmly than you ever expected,
“Hey! Babygirl!” He called out, holding out his arm so you could bury yourself into his side. The girl he was talking to was very very confused, but decided to remove herself from the situation before she got caught up in any drama. Shout out to her.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, where’ve you been?” He asked, leaning down and kissing your forehead to really sell it. You considered slapping him, but, figured that would break the illusion, so you settled for giggling instead.
“I’ve been trying to get rid of this creep.” You said, your eyes darting from Mahito to Ryomen in a very Help Me way. Ryomen looked at Mahito and all of the warmth instantly left him. It sent chills up your spine to watch him go from joking smiles to cold stares. The light left his eyes as they narrowed and you were sure his features somehow got sharper. Or maybe that was the tattoos.
“Have you been fucking with my girl?” he asked. The emphasis he put on “mine” sent chills of a different kind through you. Oh, you liked that. You really liked that. You pressed your thighs together to try and take your mind off the feelings between them, and took a drink of your vodka redbull to try and cool down. It didn’t work.
“Well, I- I mean, I-”
“I-I-I.” Sukuna mocked, “You didn’t have any trouble talking to my girlfriend all night, why’re you having trouble now?” Danger radiated off of Sukuna like a match in a room full of methane, waiting to be lit. It was the kind of danger that drew you in, no matter how much you resisted. It felt inevitable. “Come on man, if you’re going to be a fucking creep you might as well say it with your chest.”
“I’m not a creep!” Mahito tried to argue.
“That's not what she said,” Ryomen said, holding you just a little bit tighter, sending sparks throughout your body again. “So what, you’re calling her a liar?”
“Well, no, I-”
“You say I alot.” Sukuna said, taking a sip of his drink to really show off his disinterest. “You know what I think?” He asked. “I think that you should get the fuck out and go the fuck home before I rip your larynx out of you via your asshole.” He threatened. It was such a ridiculous tough guy line that normally you would have laughed, but, somehow he sold it hook, line, and sinker. You could see that fact alone in the now bleached white face of Mahito.
Sukuna looked into his cup, determining he was going to need a refill. “You have exactly 45 seconds to leave before I turn you into pie filling.” He said without looking at the smaller man. He finished his drink and looked back at him. “45, 44, 39-”
The count down did its job wonderfully. Mahitos ass was kicked into high gear. You could see in his eyes he was hearing the same sirens you were earlier as he ran to find the front door, desperate to get as far away from the monster that was holding you as soon as possible. You, on the other hand, were feeling the exact opposite effect. You wanted to be even closer to him than ever.
“So, why didn’t you call me?” Ryomen asked, looking down at you. Somehow, all the ice in his eyes had defrosted, leaving him with his warm puppy dog ones. You realized that you were in danger rather quickly and detangled yourself from his arm.
“Oh, because I threw it away.” You smiled. The liquor you had been drinking was officially flowing through your veins, and quite frankly, you didn’t really care about decorum. Ryomen blinked at you, fully processing what you said.
“Why?” He asked.
“Because, while you may not be a creep, Ryomen, you’re still a womanizing fuck boy that never had any real intention of starting a relationship with me. Am I right?” You asked, batting your pretty eyelashes at him. Ryomen couldn’t help but smirk. Damn, you really had him pegged, didn’t you? He was growing fonder and fonder of you by the minute.
“You’re right.” He admitted, taking a step closer to you, “But, I gotta say, I respect you having the balls to say it to my face. Makes me think you might actually be worth getting to know.” Which was the closest Ryomen could ever get to saying ‘I find you at least intriguing and would actually be interested in a relationship.’ You just smirked at him and hummed.
“But are you worth getting to know?” You asked. Before he could answer, Mei had suddenly returned from the astral plane, you fucking guessed. Of course she would be nowhere to be found when you needed her, but show up to ruin things right as they get interesting.
“Y/n!” She laughed as she came downstairs, “We’re playing seven minutes in heaven upstairs, you gotta come play!” She said, giggling as she grabbed your arm.
“I can think of nothing more opposed to my soul.” You said plainly, taking your arm back. “Getting sweaty in a dark closet with a stranger? Sounds like hell.”
“Sounds pretty fun to me.” Ryomen said. It was a dangerous gamble, but if the cards were on his side he could just end up being the stranger getting sweaty with you in a dark closet.
“You would, mega creep.” You scoffed, semi-jokingly.
“Come on Y/n, what's the worst that happens? You end up making awkward chit chat for seven minutes in a closet? Come on!” Mei groaned.
“If they make you uncomfortable, yell herpes and I’ll come kill them for you.” Sukuna offered.
“Your safe word is herpes?” You questioned.
“Can you think of anything that kills the mood faster than the thought of herpes?” Ryomen asked. Alright, fair enough Ryomen.
“Come on Y/n, please come play? It’ll be fun!” Mei begged. You sighed, wondering when you planned to stop making bad decisions tonight.
“Okay, fine. I’ll play.” You groaned while both of your companions cheered. In a flurry, you were being whisked away up the stairs, both of them trying to get you in the game before you had a chance to back out. You were reminded once again that you hated college parties, walking into a smoke filled dorm room lit by led lights and adorned with a weed pride flag.
“Love that you can tell what part of this room was decorated by Gojo and what was decorated by Geto.” Mei laughed as she led you to a group of young adults sitting in a circle.
“Overhead lights are the devil!” Gojo yelled, throwing a chip into his mouth. A not at all shocking amount of people in the group of (Probably neurodiverse) stoners agreed with him in hums and cheers. You sat down next to him, Mei sitting on the other side of you and Ryomen taking a free spot in the circle somewhere across from you.
“Who’s in the closet now?” Sukuna asked. As if summoned by his question, Nanami and Shoko walked out of the closet, both of them on their phones.
“Geto’s turn.” Shoko said. Mei scoffed at them both.
“Weren't you making drinks, Nanami?” Mei asked as Geto spun the bottle.
“I was..” Nanami assured her, “I got bored.” The bottle landed on Gojo, and everyone let out childish woos and whistles. Geto and Gojo both grinned like fools as they rushed to the closet, the two of them always excited to feel each other up. Honestly their participation in this game took you a bit by surprise. What if one member of the couple didn’t get the other?
“God they need to just get together already.” Ryomen muttered, rolling his eyes. What?! They weren't together?! Before you could express your shock, a very loud, very breathy moan left the closet door, filling you with second hand embarrassment for the two. The rest of the crowd ate that shit up though, shouting encouragement and wolf whistling. Even Ryomen was laughing with the crowd when he caught your eyes.
He raised an eyebrow at you. “What? Voyeurism not your thing?”
You looked at him in annoyance. “Why would it be anyone's thing?”
He shrugged in response. “Performance is performance. People will do anything for attention.”
You raised an eyebrow at him now. “Would you do anything for attention?”
He smirked at you. “I’d do anything for your attention.”
Your silent conversation was interrupted by another loud moan, this time courtesy of Geto, and the crowd went wild again, shouting vulgarities at them. You began to wonder if this was typical of them, or if they were— as Ryomen suggested— putting on a performance. You got your answer as the timer rang, marking their seven minutes as up. They exited the closet with a flourish, bowing for the crowd and showing off their messed up clothes and hair. Was this the appeal of seven minutes in heaven? You didn’t understand party games.
“Alright Ryo, your go.” Geto laughed, giving fistbumps and highfives while he sat down. Ryomen rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that, Gene Simmons” He growled at him, before giving you one last look and spinning the bottle. You were mildly curious to see where the bottle would land, already feeling bad for whatever poor schmuck that got locked in a closet with him.
And then the bottle landed on you. Cheers and hollars surrounded and pounded in your ears. Your body was in super-hyper-defense mode which…was really just an oncoming panic attack. Of all the people you imagined being shoved in a closet with, Ryomen Sukuna had never crossed your mind. You were going to be in a small, confined space with him, all alone, where you’re literally expected to at least make out. You were electrified back to life as a hand fell in front of your face.
You looked up and saw the hand was attached to the grinning face of Ryomen, fireworks exploding behind his eyes. “You coming baby girl?” He asked with a wink. You didn’t have to. You could have turned tail and run away, out of the party and back to your dorm. That was actually what you probably should do, it was the safe option! The one that would make your mother proud.
You took his hand, sending the crowd into yet another tizzy. But this time, you heard none of it, your mind focused entirely on Ryomen. He squeezed your hand reassuringly as he led you to the closet and smiled almost comfortingly. You didn’t know his smile could be comforting, thanks to the fangs, but it was. All of it felt very…off, coming from Ryomen, probably the least comforting person at your school.
He pulled you into the closet, pulling you close to his chest as he pulled the door closed. A lot of pulling was going on. You braced yourself for war, for him to kiss you. You closed your eyes tight, feeling your entire body tense but…nothing came. He didn’t kiss you. In fact, he let go of you. You opened your eyes just to see him leaning against the wall of the closet, staring at you with his hands in his pockets.
“You…didn’t kiss me?” You questioned, just for him to raise an eyebrow in confusion.
“No? You didn’t want me to.” You weren’t sure why, but that assertion upset you. How dare he claim to know what you wanted?! You didn’t even know what you wanted!
“You don’t know that.” you scoffed, causing him to laugh.
“Oh please,” He shriveled into what (You hoped) as an overly dramatized rendition of your body language from seconds before, “Doesn’t necessarily scream ‘Kiss Me’.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. You crossed your arms, but, you knew he was right.
“It’s just…I’ve never done this before.” You tried to explain.
“You’ve never been kissed?” He seemed genuinely shocked.
“No, dipshit, I’ve kissed people before! I’ve just never played seven minutes in heaven.”
“Oh, yea I could kinda tell,” He admitted with a shrug, “You scream sheltered kid. I bet even now, as a grown ass adult you’re still too scared to rebel against mommy.” The way he said “mommy” struck you. It was soaked in condescension and mockery. You hated that he was right. You hated that despite the fact you were fully grown getting a college degree, you still heard your mothers voice in the back of your head every time you wanted to do something even a little bit rebellious. You were willing to bet no one else had that! You bet Ryomen didn’t have that.
“I am not!” you lied to him.
“Oh yea?” He challenged.
“Yea!” You asserted.
“Then prove it. Kiss me.” he said. Ryomens eyes burned into yours as he stepped forward, slowly closing the already small gap between you. His presence was intense and all consuming and hot. You could feel him burning you away from the inside out, as if he was a raging inferno and you were just a piece of tissue paper caught in his wake. He had a smirk that just screamed I know I just won and it drove you crazy because he was right! He was either right or he got the kiss you knew he’d been chasing all night. Well fuck it. There was only one way for you to win here too.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Ryomen didn’t skip a beat, pulling you even closer to him and pushing you against the wall, the soft thud sending the drunken crowd outside the door into hysterics. Your fingers tangled in his hair and his hands slid up your shirt to grab your bare skin. He bit your lip, making you gasp and giving him room to deepen the kiss.
Your head was spinning with excitement and panic, your breathing becoming harsher by the minute as he moved to kiss your neck. Your ex had never kissed you like this before. So desperate to have you, as if you were the most desirable being on the planet. It excited you, electrocuting your nervous system with every touch, pull, or bite. Despite your better judgment, a moan escaped you, sending the drunken crowd outside the closet into another bout of hysterics.
Your body reacted to him in ways that it had reacted to nobody else before, you needed him. He grabbed one of your thighs and rested it on his hip, his hand sliding under the hem of your skirt.
“Ryomen..” You moaned out, soft enough not to feed the masses.
“Say it again.” He purred.
“Ryomen.”
“That's seven!” Gojo called, pounding on the closet door, startling both you and Ryomen. He pulled away just in time for Gojo to pull the door open, a smug smirk plastered on his face. “You two love birds have fun?” He teased. Sukuna rolled his eyes, his annoyance with being interrupted evident.
“Not as much fun as you and your boy toy.” He scoffed, grabbing your hand and pulling you from the closet. The crowd of drunken young adults had grown, meaning the crowd of people wolf whistling and cheering (jeering?) had grown. Embarrassment exploded from your chest. What the hell were you thinking?! Kissing Ryomen?! You silently scolded yourself.
You didn’t even fully process that he had dragged you from the dormroom until you were in a new one, this one seemingly vacuumed sealed away from the party. The art on the wall queued you into the fact that this was probably the room Ryomen and Nanami shared.
“Ryo?” You asked as he pulled you into the room and locked the door behind him.
“Nicknames now huh?” He chuckled, “That's cute.”
He locked the door. He locked the door. You may have been a sheltered kid, but you weren’t dumb. You knew what a locked door met at a frat party. The realization sparked your nervous system into high gear and you felt the need to press your thighs together again.
“I’ve never done this before.” You told him quickly.
“What, sex on a first date?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist again. You’d…hardly call this a fucking date, but that was an issue for later.
“No, sex.” You told him. He actually backed away.
“Really?” He asked, more shocked than you would have liked. “Hey, look we don’t have to-”
“I know we don’t.” You cut him off. “I want to.” He smirked almost proudly as he closed the gap between the two of you once again.
“I knew I liked you.” He purred. Before you had a chance to ask what that meant, his lips had crashed into yours, pulling you into another heated kiss. It was like the two of you physically couldn't get enough of each other, like you’d simply stop breathing if you weren’t kissing. It sent your head into a heated flurry, making you feel light. He pressed you into the bed, wrapping one of your legs around his hips as his hand slipped underneath your skirt, his fingers tracing the now translucent spot in your underwear.
Another moan escaped you, sounding far more desperate than you would have liked. “Needy, are we?” Ryomen chuckled, pushing your panties to the side and running two fingers up and down your slit, collecting the sticky lube. You wanted him so bad it hurt. Your body felt flushed with hellfire and you couldn't help but wonder if he was this cocky with every girl he brought to his bed.
“Yea,” You moaned through a heavy breath, “You gonna take care of it, or whaa-” Your quip died in your throat as he buried two fingers into your weeping pussy, up to the knuckle without even a warning.
“What was that doll?” He teased, curling his fingers up to perfectly hit your g-spot and send you astral projecting into the ninth dimension. Was this what you were missing out on? Your hands fell to his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life as he curled his fingers again. This was a completely new type of pleasure for you, one you couldn’t get from your own fingers or a toy. You were hooked on it, you needed more of it. You started grinding down on his hand, chasing the high he was more than obliged to give you.
“Feel good?” He purred. You nodded helplessly, your brain too mushy to make words. “Want to feel even better?” His smirk was wicked. You didn’t have time to process it though, or even answer the question before he removed your panties and ducked his head under your skirt, his lips quickly finding your clit. The new sensation was your tipping point. The fire in your veins overtook you, your head felt like it was made of cotton, and the tension that had been growing in you was reaching a breaking point.
“R-ryo,” You panted desperately, “I-its too much, I-” Your pleas for mercy are cut off as he slips another finger into you, shooting sharp tendrils of pleasure throughout your body, finding every last inch of you. Your brain was mush and your nerves on high alert, feeling every single one of the pink haired man's movements.
Your entire body felt tense as heat continued to pool in hot waves in your stomach, every curl of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue bringing you one step closer to the brink. You had never wanted anything so bad in your life. Your hands tangled in his hair, subconsciously pulling him closer to your needy cunt. Ryomen very much obliged, giving you everything you wanted and more.
“I-I, ah-!” all of the intense feelings were building into a crescendo inside of you, your small boat in the ocean of oxytocin and euphoria was capsizing. All at once your body seized, you thought you whined out his name but you weren’t sure. Pleasure came rolling over your entire body in seething waves, filling all of your senses and leaving you shaking like a chihuahua.
“You're beautiful when you cum.” Had to be one of the weirdest compliments you had ever received. You lifted your head off the bed to see Ryomen wiping his mouth off. He stood up, taking off his shirt, and holy shit. You don’t know why the thought never occurred to you that the tattoos would be on his chest too. They covered his face, they were on his arms and wrists, why wouldn’t they be on his chest? It made you wonder where else they were.
“Enjoying the view?” He asked, knowing full and well you were. You looked away in embarrassment, just to feel him grab the hem of your sweater. “I showed you mine, let me see yours” He teased, pulling the pink top off of you. His reaction gave you your confidence back plus some. You felt emboldened by the way he beheld you, like you were Venus herself. You smirked as you took off your bra, exposing your chest to him.
“Enjoying the view?” You asked.
“Very much so.” he said in a rush before his eager, hot mouth wrapped around your right nipple, his hand coming up to play with the left. You had never imagined having your tits played with would feel so good. Maybe it was just the effect Ryomen had on you. But his actions left you whimpering softly under him, unconsciously bucking your hips to make some friction. He noticed the command he had over your body, the way you melted into him. He knew you were his, he just had to seal the deal.
He pulled away, undoing his belt and jean buttons to free his cock. You bucked your hips at the view again, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. He was bigger than you expected, thick and long. You’d probably have been a little bit intimidated if you weren’t so desperate to feel that high again. He fisted himself with one hand and clumsily rubbed your sensitive nub with the other. But it wasn’t enough anymore, you needed him.
“Ryo, please..”
“Please what Y/n?” He smirked. He knew exactly what you wanted. But, he wasn’t going to give it to you that easily.
“Ryomen, please, I need you.” You whined, not wanting to say it outloud.
“I’m right here baby girl, what do you need?” His grin was wicked and still full of mirth. You were starting to hate him again.
“Ryomen please, I need your cock, I need you, I need you to fuck me.” You blurted out all at once, your mouth moving faster than your mind did. His grin turned into a full on smile.
“Well, then why didn’t you just say that?” He laughed as he lined himself up with your soaking cunt.
“I di-AHH!” You screamed as he pushed his fat cock into you, the collision with your cervix jolting you into a state of hypersensitivity. You clung onto him desperately, your cunt clamping down around him, trying to push him out and pull him deeper all at the same time. You felt helplessly stretched out underneath him, your mind trying to find your body.
“Relax for me baby,” Ryomen moaned into your neck, kissing it softly. Easy for him to say! He wasn’t just impaled! You took deep, jagged breaths, to try and reregulate your fried nervous system. You took in the smell of pine and cigarettes, the almost comforting feeling of his body flush with yours, and the near tenderness of the kisses he was trailing along your neck. It was a beautiful caricature of intimacy, really.
Finally, you had relaxed enough around him for him to move. And move he did. To his credit, he tried to take it slow. He tried to be considerate of your virgin status (well…former virgin status) and not hurt you. But, Ryomen was not the slow gentle, “making love” type and before he knew it, he was chasing his high with a ferocity that left you weak under him.
You weren’t complaining though. His thrusts were intoxicating, the curve of his dick hitting your g-spot with every thrust of his hips. He was stretching you to the point of delirium, feeling a rush of ecstasy every time he moved inside of your velvety walls. Your head was in heaven and your soul was in hell. Everything was all at once too hot and too cold, overwhelming. The waves of euphoria were building up inside of you again, a string tangling over itself again and again until it was taunt.
One of his hands moved to massage at your clit again, coaxing your climax out of you with every stroke. You were speeding at 160 miles per hour off of a cliff and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Your mind was filled with nothing but Ryomen Ryomen Ryomen as electricity and pleasure coarse through your body. It felt like you were an electrical fire underneath him, no longer just tissue paper but an inferno in your own right.
“Ryomen, I’m-!”
“I know.” He said as he continued to chase both of your highs. The way your cunt clenched around him, pulling him back in with every thrust told him everything he needed to know. “Cum for me.”
Your body was under his command whether you liked it or not. You came undone around his cock, the string finally snapping as you drove off the cliff with no hesitation, and into your grave and erotic bliss, pleasure overtaking your body in waves. Your entire body shook under him as the intensity of your climax overcame you. He wasn’t far behind with the way your velvety walls were clenching around him, pulling his own orgasm from him. He came deep into your cervix, overflowing you and making you pray you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences later.
You both stilled for a moment in the afterglow. As he pulled out and managed to collapse next to you, not on top of you. What did you do now? You could still hear the party raging outside of the door, but the last thing you wanted to do was rejoin it. You looked over at Ryomen, still trying to regulate his breath next to you.
You moved yourself to rest your head on his chest, figuring that was what couples do in movies after sex, right? For a second, you thought he was going to push you off. But, he didn’t. Quite the opposite really, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer.
“Sooo,” He said, finally breaking the silence, “Do you want my number again?”
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・Part 2 Out Now! ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
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fratboy! gojo who rips reader's dress after he buys her something pretty but everyone else thinks that too
you feel so pretty in the new dress that toru bought you. it hugs you juuussst right, showing off every curve you do have. you walk into the party with satoru right behind you. he directs you on where to go, his directions lead you to a little corner where all his other frat brothers are.
when their eyes land on you, whistles escape some of their mouthes while the others give you a charming smile.
satoru sits beside suguru on the loveseat and drags you to sit on his lap. you sit there all pretty and dolled up, a shy smile on your pretty face.
"hey there, stranger." suguru coos. "gojo finally let you go somewhere besides his room."
before you could say something in response, satoru speaks up for you.
"fuck off." he grumbles. he takes suguru's cup from out of his hands and takes a big gulp.
sukuna takes a hit from the blunt choso passed him. "even while they're out of his room, he's still hogging her." sukuna comments after letting out a cloud of smoke. there's a sly smile on his face as he watches satoru's face shift into even more agitation.
satoru says nothing and only glares at him with squinted eyes. he continues to sip out of suguru's cup, guzzling down the mystery liquid.
"you look very very beautiful, by the way." mahito comments, pulling the attention to the dress that's threatening to hike up even more and show off your panties.
"yes, she does." choso adds. he licks his lips and there's a glint that you can't describe in his eyes.
"awe, guys!" you smile, not picking up on how the energy shifted. "you guys are so sweet, thank you."
satoru's blood is boiling. it's not long before he's taking you upstairs and locking the door behind him. the pretty pink dress he bought you is ripped off of your body, leaving you in only your white thong. you complain about actually liking that dress and he silences you by pinching your nipple.
"dumb fuckers." he mumbles while pressing kisses on your bare breast. "who. kiss. do. kiss you. kiss belong. kiss to." he asks, between every word there's a kiss being placed in a random spot.
you whimper when his lips wrap around your perky nipple. "you, toru."
he pulls away, a thin line of spit following after his lips. "who is toru to you?" he grabs you by your jaw, his lips only inches away from yours.
"'m daddy." you mewl.
"good, bunny." he says. he instead kisses the tip of your nose first and then your awaiting lips.
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I GOT A FRATBOY SUKUNA REQ I GOT A FRATBOY SUKUNA REQ I GOT-
#FRATBOY SUKUNA FRATBOY SUKUNA FRATBOY SUKUNA-#basically just sukuna#because i love him#<3#know your place.. fool
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i hate you, i love you. (2)
↳ gojou satoru/fem!reader (feat. sukuna ryomen)
2/2 — stuck in a loop of frat parties and constant hookups, gojou finds a way to make you come into terms with your feelings by breaking both of your hearts along the way
genre. angst, hurt/comfort, smut, fwb, college au, 18+
tags/warnings. fratboy!gojou, baddie!reader, commitment issues, profanity, alcohol/intoxication, smoking, usage of drugs, explicit smut, exhibitionism, public sex
notes. this is sooo long bye i enjoyed writing this 2-part fic and i hope u guys liked it <3 reblogs are highly appreciated! thank you everyone :D
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“Do you and Gojou have beef or something?”
It was for the first time throughout that afternoon when Shoko finally spoke her mind. She spent the past hour sleeping with her head on the table while you were typing on your laptop to finish your papers. Determined not to be disturbed as you worked on your final requirements, you only responded to her once you finally hit the word count. So much for being a great student.
“I don’t know,” you trailed off, grabbing the cup to take a sip from your coffee. The café was redolent with the sweet aroma of cinnamon and roasted coffee beans, providing a homey atmosphere for all the students to bask in. “I haven’t seen him in two weeks.”
Two weeks you have not spoken to him either. He didn’t contact you to come over like he usually did nor did he visit you in your dorms to take in the pleasure of your habitual setup. The last time you talked to him was when you rejected his offer to be in a labeled relationship and he later told you that he would date Mackenzie out of spite. You weren’t quite certain if he was being serious with his words but the guy never once contacted you again since that day. It also seemed as if he was purposely avoiding you. You guessed that his last comment translated to just two words: fuck off.
So this was the end, you reckoned, of yours and Satoru’s beneficial friendship.
“I knew it.” Shoko straightened her back, yawning as she stretched her arms. She alternated between looking at her phone and then to you. “I asked him to come here and he said he didn’t wanna go if I was with you. What happened?”
You rolled your eyes as a reaction to his immaturity. He was for sure acting like a big jerk about this. “Guess we’re not fuck buddies anymore.”
There was a gleam of amusement in Shoko’s eyes. “Really? That’s new,” she claimed, “he’s pretty tight-lipped about you whenever I asked.”
Of course he would be. Satoru Gojou would never proudly tell anyone that he got rejected by someone like you. Although he brought this upon himself when he put you on the spot while knowing full well how you felt about commitments and relationships. You didn’t even know if he was ready to get involved in such an intimate connection with anyone when he could barely get his feelings together. He acted on impulse most of the time and he was the one claiming that you were nothing but a late-night booty call.
You hardly even forgave him for the insults that he threw on you that night when he invited Brooke. He was trouble and you wanted to stay away from it until he actually learned to get his shit together.
“Oh, well. I’m sure you two will just run back to each other. You’re like peas in a pod,” Shoko added without any scintilla of doubt in her tone.
Perhaps she was right, maybe she was wrong. You had no idea about what was running inside Satoru’s head but when you returned to your dorm that night, you found the man of honorable mention lazily sitting on top of your bed while playing with his phone to cover his ennui.
“What are you doing here?” you questioned, placing your laptop and notepad on your bedside table.
Like a stubborn kid, he barely looked at you with his eyes still glued on his phone. The fluttering of his arctic lashes were slow and impassive. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he simply replied, deadpan tone and all. “I’m not here for you.”
You crossed your arms, face contorting in confusion. “You’re literally sitting on my bed—”
“Hey, my bad it took me long to get ready.” Mackenzie’s sweet voice cut you off as she came back from the communal bathroom. Dressed in a casual floral dress and light blue cardigan, she looked like she was preparing for a date night. “Baby, let’s go?”
What the hell?
Satoru’s diamond eyes coruscated at the sight of her before he got up and walked past you. At once, he embraced Kenzie in his arms and pecked her lips the same way he often did to you. “You look pretty, baby.”
If it wasn’t obvious enough, you were visibly taken aback like a deer caught in headlights more so because of the confusion bubbling in your head. Not only did you not expect that he would stick to his words, you also didn’t think that they would be dating straight away. For the past year, Satoru was very clear about his distaste about being tied down, so what in God’s name was he pulling now?
He dashed out of the room telling Kenzie that he would wait for her while the ‘girlfriend’ shot you an excited look, immediately gushing about their relationship. “Sorry I didn’t get to tell you sooner,” she said, joy emanating beautifully on her small face. “We just started talking and then he asked me out. Can you believe it?”
You put on a mask of genuine happiness. “I’m excited for you.” Glancing at Satoru who stood by the door waiting for his girlfriend, you gave Kenzie a whispered piece of advice. “Just be careful of him, Kenz.”
You: If you’re just playing with her heart, don’t fucking do it.
You: Kenzie is a nice girl. Don’t you dare use her just to spite me. Asshole.
Your texts were left unanswered when you briefly scrolled through your old exchange of messages with Satoru. Another week has passed since you sent him that text on one drunken night when you got the confidence to actually hit the send button, but you were ignored by the guy even when he has clearly read your messages.
It wasn’t like you were moping about his relationship. You could care less, or so you think. It shouldn’t matter if he was dating Mackenzie but you just didn’t approve the idea that the root of this was to make you jealous. He always did things to rile you up and it irked the hell out of you. Now you felt responsible for the impending sleepless nights and heartbreaks that you were about to give Mackenzie once she realized that she was being used.
Out of all the girls that went after him, why did he have to choose your roommate? If this wasn’t the most ridiculous act of revenge ever, then you didn’t know what else would be.
Fuck Satoru. You despised how he could ruin your day even when you couldn’t see him. There was a live football match in front of you but you didn’t even have much focus to figure out what was happening in the game.
“Damn, he’s good,” Getou praised from beside you, gaping at the large screen where they showed Sukuna in football gear being crowded by his teammates after they delivered a touchdown.
In contrast to Getou’s flattery, Shoko displayed a moue. “Yeah, if only he wasn’t such a horse dick to Y/N.”
A cacophony of deafening cheers broke out from the crowd. You could hear girls screaming for Sukuna’s name whenever he showed up on the screen and you refrained yourself from making a face. They had zero idea how much toxicity ran through that man’s veins.
“Let’s say he changed,” Suguru proposed the idea amidst the hubbub of enthusiastic screams, “would you get back with him?”
Absolutely not. You were shaking your head without even a second since he asked. “Sukuna is a nightmare.”
The game continued while your mind gained its wings to fly off somewhere else. What were Satoru and Mackenzie up to? Were they somewhere in the bleachers to watch the game, too? Were they fucking each other back in the dorms? You were aware of Kenzie’s lack of experience when it came to men and Satoru must love the fact that he was a potential candidate at taking her v-card.
You succumbed yourself to the sadistic images of Satoru and Kenzie having the time of their lives together. It had you so bent up that your frown never left your face even as you spent your night at Alpha Zeta Phi after the game. The biggest afterparty based on hearsay, and while it really was indeed jam-packed, your heart was unknowingly looking for another guy among the red cups and neon lights.
“Where have you been?” The question was thrown at you by Shoko as soon as you came back from the kitchen. Having taken a couple of shots, you were stumbling to your feet as you sat giggling on the couch beside her.
“Y/N’s fuckin’ here, bitches,” you mindlessly slurred, slumping on the small space made available for you. You laughed as you exchanged fist bumps with your friends before resting your back on the cushion.
And there, across your seat, was Satoru and his girlfriend sitting on his lap barely noticing your arrival. They were exchanging flirty smiles and feathered kisses, his hand securely wrapped around her small waist, not caring about everyone else in the party except each other. It was strange enough to see Mackenzie at a party, but seeing her getting all mushy with your former fuck buddy was another slap to your face.
If only you could hold your heart in your hands and squeeze it yourself so the pain would be more bearable.
“Oh, hey!” your roommate endearingly greeted when she finally acknowledged you. “We were just waiting for you.”
She was sounding like she was a regular at frat parties when this had always been your scene before her stupid boyfriend brought her along.
Satoru briefly met your eyes as he drank from his red cup, his stare on you was not lingering the way it used to because all of his attention were now dedicated to Mackenzie. How ironic was that? They’re so cute together, you heard people coo. You would have thought the same had you not felt a burning ache on your chest.
“I’m here now,” your reply was curt as you whirled your head towards the rest of the gang. “What game are we playing?”
When Spencer raised a card between his fingers, you already got the answer you needed. Suck and blow. You thought they would ask to play Never I Have I Ever just like last time but you have gotten too tired of playing that game. What hesitated you to play this new one was because you were seated at the edge of the couch and Satoru was the next guy to your left.
“Let’s start!” Ieri cheered, snapping her fingers simultaneous to the beat of the booming music. The purple neon lights momentarily blurred your vision before you shook the intoxication out of your system. You shouldn’t have drank too much tequila.
To begin the game, Spencer pressed the card on his pursed lips, passing it to Cassie on his left who formed a suction with her mouth to keep the card in place. The card was nearly slipping from her lips much to everyone’s thrilled faces, all anticipating her to pass it successfully to Getou’s mouth.
Well, the card slipped and they ended up kissing.
“Drink!” you commanded with a grin. In accordance to the rules, those who dropped the card would have to drink so both Getou and Cassie chugged their cups before the game resumed.
This time, Getou was carefully pressing the card on Mackenzie’s lips. The latter then moved her head and delivered the card on top of her boyfriend’s lips with caution.
“Go.” Shoko nudged your rib, gesturing for you to lean closer to Satoru despite your reluctance.
Fuck. You swallowed your pride and positioned your face under him hoping that the card wouldn’t fall off. But as expected, it slipped before Satoru could press it against your lips. Not even the lack of card held him back from continuing to press his lips down on yours, locking you in a tight-lipped kiss and pulling away with a smirk.
“Sorry,” he muttered, lips brushing against yours. His eyes sparkled of insulting humor. Asshole. “It slipped.”
He was quick to pull away while you were left frozen from your spot. You blamed your inability to move from the amount of alcohol in your system and not from Satoru’s kiss as you situated yourself back to your seat. There was no way you could miss the small glances that both Suguru and Shoko traded to each other, allowing the awkward air to linger more than you wanted.
Because of it, Mackenzie eyed you with an unmistakably jealous gaze but Satoru quickly gave her a kiss of reassurance, with him holding her cheek to deepen the kiss as they made out in front of you.
You used to love parties, but this might change your mind.
“Dude, it’s weird to see Gojou with a girlfriend,” the oblivious Spencer enthused after he drank from his red cup.
The white-haired man pulled away from kissing Mackenzie to look at his frat brother. “Can’t blame me. I got tired of hoes.”
If not for Shoko’s hand on your thigh that held you in restraint, you would have cussed the shit out of Satoru to his face. He has received far too many kinky slaps from you, but you could surely turn those slaps into real violence this time. He was clearly mocking you with his words and pretty little Mackenzie was too ignorant to understand the situation at hand.
“Okay, bro. Answer this. Did you guys fuck already?” Spencer asked him, his question was followed by a low chuckle.
You exhaled in exasperation. “This isn’t truth or dare, Spence.”
“I know, but,” he looked at the couple intently, “I wanna know. I heard Mackenzie’s a good academic girl and shit.”
The ‘good girl’ had a few drinks of alcohol so there was no sugarcoating to her liquor-driven answers. She even giggled as she gave a response, “We did it in the dorm,” then she looked at you sheepishly, “in your bed while you were at the game, Y/N. I’m sorry.”
“OOOOOOH!”
Your lips upturned into a mirthless smile as sarcasm cloaked your wounded pride. They should see how your eyes were nothing but ill-humor in contrast to the friendly curve of your lips. It was even more insulting that Satoru was carefully watching your expression, seeing your balled fist to his satisfaction. As petty as you were, you ended up giving them a well-deserved clap.
“That’s real classy,” you praised, scoffing scornfully. You were done here. Gojou won his fucking game.
While you got up without much care to their calls to your name, you grabbed the spliff and the lighter off an already stoned Getou and excused yourself out of the circle. You would rather spend your night getting high than to be in the same room with Satoru ever again.
You never truly saw Gojou for the next three weeks.
That, and the fact that Mackenzie was coming back to the dorm less and less, probably choosing to sleep with her boyfriend for most of her nights. Gone was your roommate who would often stay at the dorms to study up until the zero hours. You could sense that she was getting awkward around you because your conversations have been limited to simple exchange of hi’s and hello’s.
Since she got into a relationship with Satoru, she transformed into a completely different person. No longer uptight and prudish. Such a typical scene for a good girl and a playboy—perhaps you should give them another round of applause. God. Your bitterness may be showing too much but Mackenzie should know that the guy she was dating was bad news and it would only be a matter of time until he would ditch her like a piece of gum that he got tired of chewing.
This whole carefree act that she was enjoying with Satoru would not last long simply because the guy wasn’t into being in a faithful relationship. He was exactly like you. You knew how his mind worked because you’ve been with him for a year.
Strangely, however, Satoru changed too.
Although you still went to frat parties, you no longer spotted him there. At first you assumed that he just wasn’t feeling the vibe, but it has been three consecutive nights where Gojou’s presence was nowhere to be seen from the silhouettes of drunken people that you cared nothing of.
Even Brooke noticed it. “It’s a lot fun when Satoru came here,” she emphasized, joining the gang by sitting next to you at the poolside. “I heard he’s with a chick now.”
Your face was clouded with wonder. Why wasn’t he going to parties anymore? This was his world, not Mackenzie.
“Dude doesn’t live here anymore,” Spencer revealed the information, causing you to halt from drinking the rest of the vodka in your now crumpled cup. “He just moved out. Him and Kenzie are living together off-campus.”
Speechless. You were goddamn speechless. No words came out of utterance as you were too dumbstruck by this information. None of the others mirrored your expression, particularly Shoko and Suguru, which gave you the idea that they knew about it all along and had chosen not to tell you.
No one fucking told you and you felt significantly stupid.
“So they’re serious, huh.” The crack in your voice equaled to the tears that were pricking at your eyes. You had to snatch the cup from Suguru’s hand to chug down the vodka straight just to numb your mind from this uninvited pain. “Happy fucking ever after.”
“You had your chance.” Spencer tried to console, but not in the way you expected him to. “You should’ve went out with him when he asked you. He was head over heels for you, dude.”
“I wasn’t fucking ready,” your response came out snappy. Did you care if you sounded mad? Hell, no. You are mad. “He should’ve waited and he wasn’t very nice to me when he asked me before.”
While he merely shrugged, Shoko rubbed your back in comfort. If only her gentle strokes were enough to soothe the twinge of ache in your heart. The threshold of your pain was being tested tonight and it reminded you of the same heartbreak you felt with Sukuna.
Sukuna. Your face hardened in remembrance. Your chest hollowed in agony.
“I think you and Gojou should have talked it out,”Shoko attempted to reason, “He probably didn’t mean to fall in love with her, but—”
“But he did,” you finished it off, not wanting to hear more or you would lose your mind. “I don’t blame him and I’m done with him. I’m so...”
Done with whatever it was that you had with him. He was clearly happy with his life now and you were back to wallow in your loneliness knowing that you and Satoru failed to meet in the middle. Right time, right person? He found it through Mackenzie.
This was all Sukuna’s fault, had he not damned you with this trauma towards commitment you probably would be in a healthy relationship by now. You and Satoru could have been the couple that he and Kenzie had just become.
You blamed it towards fucking Ryomen Sukuna. The rosy-haired man who you found in the frat basement, dragging him by the wrist as soon as he made remarks about how good you looked. Your insobriety eliminated your reluctance to interact with your ex that you didn’t think twice at being within his presence yet again.
Fuck Sukuna. Fuck Satoru. Fuck all of them.
Because of your frustration, you two stumbled in one of the rooms upstairs. The enclosed space was none other than Satoru’s old room whose bed was still neatly intact with only his clothes and a few of his things gone. This was the same room he spent many nights with you and you alone.
“So I take it we’re cool?” Sukuna asked, leaning back as he watched you lining the white powder on Satoru’s bedside table. “Yo, are you kidding me?”
You had to do this to numb your pain. Even just for tonight.
“Just shut up and join.” You pressed your finger on your nostril while placing the vacant side of your nose in front of the drug, soon sniffing the fine grains of Molly that you obtained from Suguru. You were quick to absorb the drug into your system as you widened your eyes to adjust from the strong inhalation.
Sukuna was simply enjoying the view. “Can’t do drugs. The football team gets tested regularly,” he informed, pulling you onto his lap so you could straddle him.
“They should also test you for HIV, then.”
Your blunt choice of words garnered his deep chuckle. “I miss my bad girl.”
Without the swirling vision from the Ecstasy, you never would have found yourself naked on top of Sukuna the next thing. Such a shame that you were back to fucking your ex on Satoru’s bed to get back at him, but it was even more shameful that you couldn’t stop thinking about the white-haired man while you were being railed by the past boyfriend that you used to love wholeheartedly.
“S-Sukuna—!” you moaned for his name as you rode his cock, but the name that left your lips was not the man that you saw in your eyes. His face, in your head, was Satoru staring at you with half-lidded eyes and telling you how good you made him feel.
Not even yours and Sukuna’s exchange of hair-pulling and degradation and slapping ever distracted you from having Satoru in your head through this spiteful sex.
That night was how you finally accepted that you have truly gotten over Sukuna because another man has long housed himself in the breadths of your heart.
“You know I love you, but you’re so incredibly stupid.”
You let out a weary sigh, massaging your temples to ease your headache. It was a bad decision to walk around the campus with Shoko in this afternoon heat when she was being a nagger along with it.
You were just tired and depressed. Crestfallen, heartsore, and whatever fancy word you could describe for the blues in your heart.
“Sleeping with Sukuna, really?” Ieiri’s eyes pierced through yours like she was a mother scolding her favorite child. “Why would you do that?”
Suguru decided to support her, “Yeah. You back together?”
In your torpidity, you weakly shook your head. You and Sukuna didn’t even talk about that night because you made it very clear that you were over him. That night didn’t mean a single thing to you because there was no space in your heart left for him to come back to. “No, we’re not. Never.”
“Then, why did you—”
Speak of the devil, the rosy-haired man crossed your path with some of his jock teammates around him. He didn’t see you but you did see the purplish bruise on the corner of his mouth. Where did he get that from?
You wished you still had an ounce of concern, but you’ve grown blasé about his personal matters. Whether he got beat up or not, it was none of your business. His dick was good, you joked in your head despite your languish, too bad it wouldn’t make you stay.
As Sukuna’s figure faded through the hallway, another one came into view.
“What’s up?”
It felt like ages. An eternity, even. Satoru’s face was still as radiant as you first saw him. That charming smile, those azure eyes, that mess of arctic hair—your heart shouldn’t be running miles. You mind shouldn’t be a mishmash of the things you missed most about him.
You were a complete mess, far from the confident you, now that he was standing meters apart. Him decreasing the distance only increased the speed of your heartbeat.
“We missed you, bro.” Suguru quickly embraced his best friend with Shoko following soon after.
You? You couldn’t even look at his eyes as you merely stood at the side. What else was there to say? He sounded content, unbothered with the lack of ‘you’ in his life. Perhaps he had gotten over you at this point. Perhaps he was never serious about getting into a relationship with you. Only he could tell.
“Sorry, I’ve been MIA.”
“Yeah, the girlfriend thing. We understand.”
“I’ll make it up to you guys, we can hangout somewhere. Kenzie won’t mind.”
It took a lot of energy, or lack thereof, for you to walk away in silence as they conversed. You didn’t mean to be insouciant nor did you intend to ignore him. It was your heart that told you not to stay or else it would detonate without anyone having to fix the pieces back together.
You hoped he understood.
Even as they called for your name, your feet never ceased from leaving the place to go back to the comfort of your dorm. Shutting down the world seemed like a far better idea than to be around him. This was the peak where you could say that sleeping was your only best friend aside from the alcohol.
You didn’t exactly hit rock bottom as much as you did with Sukuna, but days and days have passed as though the pages of your romance book that featured Gojou was bitterly coming to an end.
For the rest of the week, you focused on your classes and allotted most of your time to finish up your papers all ready for submission. The reward you’ve given yourself after a laborious week in campus was to none other than spend your Friday night at the frat house. There was no escape to your confinement in this meaningless night life. You were stuck in a loop of frat parties and wasted nights minus the constant hookups because you couldn’t find yourself getting invested in anyone else.
Initially, you didn’t believe those people who relied on alcohol and drugs to bury whatever misery they had in their hearts. So fucking dramatic, you wanted to tell yourself while you pondered at the night sky. The luminous moon stared back at you in its serenity as you lay floating on the water’s surface.
The bass-boosted music reverberated from a distance, not quite too far from the pool where you have situated yourself in. You loved the warmth of the water despite the chilly air that hugged your damp skin. There was nothing in your mind but the lamentation of your pathetic woes.
Paddling your feet, your body buoyed up along the slow waves while you reclined your head further into the pool. The water swallowed your hair, sucking you in like vacuum.
And like a dream, you saw a familiar face looking down at you by the edge of the pool. His face was completely inverted as he peered down at you with that achingly gorgeous smile. A fallen angel from the sky has arrived.
“You’ve been there for an hour.” The rich baritone of his voice were music to your ears.
Still and all, you tried to swim away wishing that this was indeed a dream. But Gojou being Gojou, he walked towards the direction of your floating body. Hands buried in the pockets of his shorts, long-sleeved shirt half-buttoned as usual. Was he really back? You couldn’t believe it.
“Are you gonna come up or what?” he asked with his patience running thin, coming to a halt with his footsteps just as you stopped swimming. “You look sexy in that bikini, by the way.”
The soles of your feet landed on the pool floors as you stood albeit submerged underwater. “Shut up,” you scornfully replied, eyes meeting his bright blue ones with pretentious insouciance. “Your girlfriend’s not gonna appreciate you ogling at me.”
There was no response given, just actions of him unbuttoning his shirt and tossing the garment on the side before he plunged himself into the pool to join you. You wanted to escape him but he already got you cornered, locking you within his arms’ embrace to relish the warmth that your body offered.
“Gojou—”
“I missed you,” he mumbled through your ear, chest to chest so you could feel the familiar beat of his heart against your own.
“You love Mackenzie,” your words, though painful, came out as a reminder for him.
He only tucked your soaking hair behind your ear. “I did.”
Did? You hit his chest with a frown forming your lips. “The hell did you to her?” God, did he break her heart? Did he make her cry?
The rise and fall of Satoru’s chest was oceans deep. “‘When you’re with me, it feels like you see another person,’ that’s what she said,” he quoted, pressing his forehead against yours. You wanted to stop breathing for a moment. “We broke up two weeks ago. She was surprisingly cool with it.”
Shit. You closed your eyes in remorse. “Kenzie,” you muttered, feeling absolutely terrible. “I told you not to play with her.”
“I didn’t.” His attempts at trying to be reasonable failed, so he made you wrap your legs around his waist as a momentary distraction. “Listen, I did like her. I still think highly of her. She was sweet, adorable, but she’s...”
“What?” you egged on, arms enclosed around his neck. You buried your jealousy with all of your might.
Funny how you two spent weeks ignoring each other and now you were back at one another’s arms. He was thinking the same exact thing when he said, “I keep wishing she was you.”
Stupid Satoru. No, you had no intentions to cry tonight even if his words caused somersaults in your stomach. You knew you wanted to hear this, but now that he was actually saying it, you didn’t know how to properly react.
“You’re so annoying.” You rested your head on his shoulder, hugging him tighter with his arms caged around your waist. The stillness of the water reflected the calmness of your heart. “You didn’t have to do all that just to make me jealous. That’s the stupidest thing ever.”
He let out a soft chuckle before he slightly pulled away to lift your chin up with his index finger. “I learned a lot from it, though. One, I think I make a terrible boyfriend and two, I prefer girls who cuss me out when I do something awful.” He left a light kiss on the corner of your lips as if he was testing the waters. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was a dick. I should’ve been more mature to understand why you rejected me that day.”
Damn it. You missed him, so much that you were raptured by having him back now that the cruel world decided to be nice for once. Just like Satoru, you learned a lot after weeks and weeks of not being around him. You realized that his presence meant more to you than you believed. He was a tenant living rent free in your heart and in your mind, and you were the landlord allowing him in with so much as little payment in return.
“I’m sorry, too... for not being honest with how I really feel.”
It had been forever since you shared kisses. The movements of his lips, opening and closing like suction was a pleasure for you. You were hungrily meeting each other’s lips by devouring your mouths to have your tongue rolling in salacious synchronization.
“Satoru,” your hushed voice sounded more of a moan. Only because his fingers found your inner thighs, stroking your plump folds underwater before he pressed your back against the edge of the pool. “We’re in public.”
His mouth latched onto the crook of your neck without caring about anything else but to orchestrate pleasuring motions on your clit. “When did that stop us?” Voice now an octave deeper. “I want you right now.”
Well...
Everyone in the frat house were probably too drunk to remember this, anyway. Considering that the sober ones might be a minority, you allowed Satoru to slide your bikini to the side so he could place his tip at your entrance. The bands of his shorts were now resting mid-thigh.
“Can’t believe we’re doing this—” you ended up releasing a whimper as he sunk his cock deep inside of your cavern. Your walls clenched around his length in a tight fit that you had him gripping on the tiled surface behind you. “Mm—fuck!”
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, head falling on your neck as he began to rut his hips upwards to have you bouncing on his fully erected cock. “I lied.”
“Mm?” Your legs were locked around his waist so he could you fuck you like a rag doll and you were at a state where no other drug was on par to the euphoria that he was giving you. Satoru Gojou was your personal drug that you were highly addicted to and you were a loyal consumer who was finally ready to risk it all. “L-Lied about—what?”
Shit. Shit. His cock was getting deeper.
As much as you tried to suppress your titillating cries, you were arching your back when he was hitting your sensitive spot. The grazing of his shaft against your cunny made you release a louder moan. “You have the tightest cunt ever.” His grin was concealed by the kisses he gave you through your arousal. “Ah, shit. Y/N.”
“Don’t stop.” Fuck everyone else. There were at least fifteen people in the poolside but you gave no single damn. People fuck all the time so none of these people were clean. Besides, Satoru was yours and you were his. Lovers do what they do. “S-Satoru, y-yes!”
Maybe you would find yourselves in Pornhub the next morning with the caption ‘Frat boy fucking college chick in pool’ and you should be ashamed. You were an arrant disgrace.
But in all honesty? Whatever, then. Satoru gave zero fucks and so did you. The common thing about you and him was how you two shared the same mindset on things. Same emotions. Same heart.
Maybe same soul, too.
“Aah—fuck. Baby!”
“Shit, I’m near—!”
“They’re totally w-watching us!”
“Good,” he planted a kiss on your lips while thrusting his hips to reach his orgasm, “They should know who you belong to.”
Minus your desperation to have your climax, you kept your face pressed closely on his. Lips brushing, breaths exchanging lascivious moans. You bore your eyes into him, finally having the courage to say the words that you were once scared to say, “I’m in love with you, Satoru.”
The spread of genuine smile on his lips met the bliss that you had in the pit of your stomach. “I’m fucking in love with you, Y/N. I’ve always been.”
Like fireworks exploding on the starless skies, he brought vivid colors to your achromatic world, painting your relationship with the beautiful submission to the idea of mutual trust and commitment.
Satoru was love and you were his life.
“Kenzie, I’m so sorry. You can slap me if that makes it better, I—”
The girl’s countenance was not hostile as you expected. After having seated next to her at the back row of the lecture hall, you didn’t even hesitate at trying to make amends in the middle of the class. She must have heard about yours and Satoru’s relationship by now and you were worried for the after effects that it might lead to.
“Stop saying sorry,” she responded, turning to you with a casual smile. “I’ll get over him. It just didn’t feel like it would work, anyway. I would just come second for him.”
You held your breath as you felt awful withal. “You liked him, though. I feel responsible for your pain.”
You could go on and on or perhaps even write a three-thousand word essay as to why you deserved to hear at least one insult from Kenzie but your roommate was nothing but mature with this whole thing and you certainly could learn from her.
“Y/N,” she spoke, placing a hand on top of yours. “I honestly always felt like I stole him from you so it’s on me. I hurt you more than it hurt me. I don’t want this—him—to get in between our friendship. It’s college, I guess. He’s not the only guy in the world.”
Not only were you thankful for Mackenzie’s understanding nature, you were also highly appreciative of her high regard towards your friendship. You wished you could turn back time and just accepted Satoru’s offer to date back then so she didn’t have to go through their breakup now, but she reassured to you that her time with him was fun while it lasted. She loved, she laughed, she cried, and more importantly, she learned.
You wished more people acted the way she did because you admired her for it.
Satoru deserved a nasty ass beating, on the other hand. Maybe when you two get some time alone, you would surely give him an earful about all the shit he just did but you couldn’t exactly give him a lecturing right now. Not when you were too busy hiding your face behind his arm, clutching his hand tight as you walked across the campus as a couple.
“Why the fuck are you hiding your face?” he asked, amused at your unwillingness to meet other people’s eyes.
“You know what we did in the pool, you jerk.” While you intertwined your fingers together, your heart felt content despite the embarrassment sitting comfortably on your face. You noticed some people glancing at you and Gojou, but there were no malice intended on their gazes. Perhaps you were overthinking this whole thing.
Your boyfriend thought so, too. “They should thank us for giving them a live show, baby.”
“What’s up, sluts!”
The two of you came face to face with a grinning Shoko and Suguru who both took notice of your hand-holding moment in delight. Such supportive friends, but also annoyingly teasing. It was no lie how much you adored both of them, nonetheless. They have always been the first spectators to yours and Satoru’s complex love.
“It’s so nice to see this,” said Ieiri, shaping her hands into a heart which had you smiling in return. “Just don’t make us watch you guys fuck in public again.”
“Oh my God.” You had to cringe as you quickly turned your face on Satoru’s chest, your boyfriend sniggering at your reaction. Being a man, things like that didn’t matter much to him because it was a good stroke to his ego as a matter of fact.
“Did we look hot?” he even asked, for fuck’s sake. Caressing your lower back with his hand. “Someone should have recorded.”
Getou erupted into a guffaw at his best friend’s naughty antics. “You nasty fuck.”
In the long hours of the afternoon, your time was spent under the shade of verdant trees with your closest friends to enjoy the last day of the semester before the holiday break. You and Satoru already had plans to visit each other’s homes to meet your families, getting more and more intimate in this relationship as you learned to open yourself more to him.
Love was never about being perfect, it was the willingness to withstand the bumpy roads that would make things worth it. Just because you didn’t have a successful relationship with Sukuna doesn’t mean you should close yourself from the possibilities of being genuinely loved.
In the end, you still found yourself meeting Satoru in the middle because it was fate’s way to tell you that you should learn to make risks in order to be rewarded with the raptures of true love. You could run a statistic count on how many friends-with-benefits turned lovers ended up successful some other day, but at the rate of yours and Satoru’s passionate feelings for each other, you two surely wouldn’t be stopping now.
Love was a gamble and trust was key. Between you and him, there was the contentment of knowing that you could begin this relationship with all of this in mind.
“We’re so toxic together. God, especially you—you literal asshole. I can’t believe you did those things to make me jealous, Satoru.”
“You said you got over it! Baby, come on. We’re the perfect match—fuck, wait… you had that guy in my bed, too! Don’t try to act clean.”
“That was... whatever. You already punched him twice so we’re even! Let’s not talk about those things.”
“It must feel like lottery to date me, though. I fuck like a god,” Satoru boasted in his smug nature, resting an arm behind your back as you looked at the tranquil skies. His ability to make you laugh with his frolics was one of the things that you adored out of the many.
“I hate you,” you joked in your playful mien.
In reality, it was the opposite of that.
Words needn’t be said. His response, after meeting your lips for a sweet kiss, could already be seen through the gleam in his crystal eyes.
“I love you.”
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gojo satoru x f!reader
summary: you and gojo had some sort of unspoken agreement in which you refused to adhere to labels and instead chose to have fun. except neither of you would ever admit the hold you had on each other.
warning: heavy smut, 18 +, minors dni, fingering, oral (fem receiving), rough handling of reader, marking, dom!gojo, sub!reader, choking/breath play, overstim, raw sex, tummy bulge, ?slight breeding kink, jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of drugs and alcohol.
tags: college au, fratboy!gojo, friends with benefits, unlabelled relationships, bisexual!gojo, bisexual!reader, fluff at the end <3
A/N: inspired by ariana herself <3 so i recommend at least listening to the song before you read, if you’re like me and can’t read and listen :p
It was loud. That was the first thing you picked up on before you even entered the sweaty house. Your friends begged you to come, as if there weren’t parties every week and missing one would change the world. You struggled to find a parking space, choosing to walk the rest of the way. The deafening thump of bass could be heard a few blocks down and you wondered how there was never any noise complaints.
Satoru probably threw money at them.
You smiled, it was such a him thing to do. The cold air nipped at your dress, having left your coat in your car. You had chosen to wear an emerald green satin body con dress that stopped mid thigh. It accompanied a criss cross pattern that exposed your back. You first saw it online and had fallen in love, it partly being the reason why you had said yes. You wanted him to see you in the dress, already craving the dark look in his eyes when he was turned on.
Gojo Satoru, college senior, with his charismatic personality had a very big presence at the college. Almost never alone and surrounded by a group of admirers, both men and women fell at his feet. If someone had told you back in your first year that you’d be sleeping with this man on the regular you’d think they were crazy. He honestly, despite being very handsome, was not your kind of man. Too pretty, very cocky and had serious commitment issues, bedding half the campus. But it had started at the beginning of the year, your friendship groups overlapping as you had grown close with Suguru Getou and Shoko Ieiri having been studying the same subject. You found yourself around him a lot, eventually going out with just each other and things quickly progressed.
Soon enough he was between your thighs, lapping at your cunt with fervour and sucking gently on your clit, two slender fingers hitting that spot. He did that a lot, seeming to relish in the way you fell apart on his tongue, your slippery walls pulsating as you softly said his name like a prayer. He’d nonchalantly get up, sometimes not even asking for anything in return and it surprised you. You pegged him as more of a receiver than a giver but it suited you fine.
You became pretty popular on campus as you hung out with them, attending parties and making life long friendships. You usually weren’t someone who slept around, but that quickly changed. So did your care for a steady relationship. You were 21, life was short, you had a great body and a pretty face, opting to have fun.
You found yourself caught in Gojo’s trap, legs wound around his waist on a weekly basis, his hard cock driving into you with such force you thought you’d break. Your legs clenched just thinking about it, a thin layer of slickness coating your panties.
Your thoughts were brought back to reality when you entered the frat house, NalinA by Block B was being blasted at full volume through the house and you already felt a course of excitement run through your veins. You couldn’t wait to let loose and find your friends. The house, just short of a mansion, had been decorated with l.e.d lights, a soft red and blue glow painting your skin. There was alcohol everywhere, sweaty bodies and the strong smell of weed.
“Y/N! Over here.” You looked over to see the majority of your friends on a sofa, catching sight of Satoru with a girl on his lap. His hand was caressing her ass, as she pouted saying something to him. She was pretty, and you tried your best not to care. Their faces were sweaty, with cups in their hands, indicating they had stopped dancing. You walked in their direction, plopping yourself next to the person behind the voice.
“Hey Mei-Mei. You look hot.” You said casually and she automatically pulled you to sit on her knee. You smiled and took her cup, whatever bitter liquid sliding down your throat. You and Mei were another short lived fling, sleeping together a handful of times and besides Satoru, no one else could compare to that sinful mouth of hers. A queen at teasing, she brought her hand to your waist and lightly began tracing shapes with her fingers.
“You look hot, that dress is making me want to do things to you.”
You chuckled as you stared at each other, tensions running high as the song changed to one you were familiar with. You wanted to dance.
“God, please make out.”
You ignored the annoying comment from Sukuna who was sat diagonally from you, blatantly checking you out. You told him to shut up, your mouth twitching as he looked completely unfazed. Looking away, you ran your fingers through Mei’s soft hair,
“Come, let’s dance.” You whispered, breath hot on her ear as she shivered. You loved how easily you could fluster Mei, knowing the more you worked her up the more she’d punish you for it later.
You both got up and your arms were grabbed by Shoko,
“We’re coming, we’d rather not watch Sukuna hunt for a girl like an animal or Gojo practically fuck in front of us.” She said, shuddering and dragging a very amused Getou. Your eyes flickered to Satoru, finding that he was already watching you. The girl was now straddling him and the buttons on his shirt looked undone, his hands rubbing circles on her thighs. He refused to break eye contact with you, kissing her neck as she moaned, smirking as you looked away, grasping Mei’s hand.
You don’t know what he was trying to do, but it pissed you off. It annoyed you more that he’d groan in your ear some nights, grabbing your neck and claiming you were his and his only. Not wanting you to touch or look at anyone else. The next morning? Business as usual as he was all over some girl. You deducted that him saying those things to you were just in the heat of the moment, recalling how your clit would throb as he would rub slow circles, staking his claim. You liked how possessive he could get, the rough sex, and how occasionally he’d surprise you with a gift. All without having to actually be in a relationship.
You didn’t care about labels and neither did he. So why? Why did his eyes say, he wanted you to get jealous? You sighed, these mind games and mixed signals were your least favourite part of Satoru.
The beginning of an all too familiar riff began to thump through the walls and you all squealed in delight. As ‘Do I Wanna Know’ began you swayed your hips and lip synced, literally letting your hair down as Mei came up behind you. Shoko began recording you without your knowledge, watching as your head fell onto Mei’s shoulder, her hands ghosting around the space between your breasts, purposefully ignoring how your nipples hardened as she whispered something lewd into your ear.
“She’s gonna kill you if you post that.” Suguru watched as Shoko posted the video to her story, her eyes shining with amusement as almost instantly people replied asking who you were.
Satoru on the other hand could not take his eyes off of you. He studied you as you wrapped your arms around Mei and he was exasperated. She was addictive, he thought, those pouty and full lips had a hold on him, his dick twitched thinking about them wrapped around him. Her body was something else, those breasts of hers heaving against her dress. Shit. He almost got hard. The girl currently giving him a hickey was just not doing it for him. In fact no girl or guy was, he had tried countless times only his encounters with Y/N fulfilling his desires. In spite of that, he would not tell her this, not wanting to ruin the game of cat and mouse they had going.
“Satoru, let’s go somewhere.” The girl whined, hips grinding against his crotch. He suddenly got up and pushed her off of him,
“Nah, not in the mood. I’m sure Sukuna would be interested. He has a habit of going after my sloppy seconds.” Gojo snapped, sick of the way he was gazing at you, eyes darkened with lust.
He ignored the girls cuss words directed at him as she stormed off and Sukuna snickered, looking up from his phone.
“She’s fuckable but I have my eye on something else tonight.” He thrust his phone in Satoru’s face, only to be met with Shoko’s story, full of Y/N dancing suggestively.
He willed himself not to show anger and hummed,
“Like you could pull her.” His voice dripping with fake amusement as Sukuna tensed in irritation.
Satoru walked in the direction of his friends, still dancing crazily and singing very out of tune to ‘Kiss me more’, you were now dancing with Suguru and laughing loudly as he tried to attempt some sort of dance move so terribly, Satoru could not decipher what it was supposed to be. Your lips were glossy, eyes twinkling as he picked you up and twirled you around, ribs hurting from laughing so much. You never laughed that much with him.
Satoru pursed his lips, he was just so irritated. Suguru put you down when the song finished and you fixed his hair that your arm had messed up,
“Your hairs gone so long now, I love it.” You said cheerily, fingers twirling on a stray strand as Suguru bent down slightly so he could hear you over the music.
“It suits you.” You stated softly, unable to look away from his intuitive eyes. The lights were casting a glow across his face, bringing his jaw to attention as you traced it slowly. He was a different kind of handsome you thought, more your type than Satoru was and you thought about how his eyes were a warm brown, compared to Satoru’s cerulean ones. You scolded yourself internally for still finding ways to think about Satoru, you just couldn’t shake him.
Suguru smirked and focused on the feeling of your hands, now running through his hair and eventually resting on the back of his neck. You smelt so good, he thought, he wanted to kiss you. He leaned down and you realised his intentions, your hands paused on his biceps that were coated in tattoos. As you closed your eyes, thoughts wild and slightly clouded by the shots you did with Shoko, you braced yourself to kiss the god-like man that was Getou Suguru, pulse racing.
“Y/N!” Your head automatically snapped at your name being called, sheepishly looking at Suguru whose eyes were now filled with something you couldn’t quite figure out. Satoru was in front of you both, promptly grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Eyes bewildered you looked back at Suguru who looked entertained at the whole situation. You found yourself at the focus of everyone’s stares, all curious as to why Gojo had a dark look in his eyes.
“Satoru, what the fuck? Let go-“ His large hands were gripping your smaller ones hard, uncomfortably squishing your fingers together. He said nothing, back to you as he hauled you up the stairs and into his room. His door slammed as you stumbled into the dimly lit room, turning around in utter confusion at Gojo’s behaviour.
“Fuck, what is your problem?” You were enraged at how he just did what he pleased with you and how you just let him. You massaged your wrist, now slightly red at Satoru’s force.
“Why the fuck would you try and kiss him? Seriously, Suguru? You’re such a fucking whore.” Gojo clenched his jaw, finding himself even angrier at the thought of you underneath Suguru, moaning, sweat dripping off your backs.
You were baffled. A whore?
“Firstly, you’re literally the definition of a whore and secondly, why the fuck do you care?!” You stepped closer to him, cheeks flushed in anger at Satoru’s audacity,
“You have no fucking right to care about who I fuck. Got it? You’re not my boyfriend.”
Satoru moved closer to you, your nose in line with his chest as the man’s eyes changed suddenly. For once, he had no comeback or witty remark, you were right but he’d had enough. Just the thought of his best friend between your legs snapped him into action and he had to come to terms with his feelings. His fingers lifted your chin, your eyes willing itself not to melt at his touch, goosebumps already littering your arm. He silently moved to your lips, thumb pressing against your mouth, encouraging you to open.
You were so unbelievably confused, this man blew hot and cold. One minute so angry he couldn’t speak and then next initiating a kiss.
“Satoru-“
His lips were against yours before you had time to think, furiously pressing against them and swiping his tongue across. You relaxed into his touch and opened your mouth. His tongue found yours in an instant and lightly sucked it, your breathless moans pleasuring his senses as his hands pulled your body closer to him. He explored your body, cupping your ass while you simultaneously wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers drowning in his soft white locks. Eventually he pulled away, cupping your face gently like you were a porcelain doll,
“I don’t want you to see anyone else or kiss them like that. I’m not playing any more games. You’re mine.” He stated firmly, blue eyes framed by his ash coloured lashes, gazing into your soul.
You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him. Gojo...was serious. All those extra knowing glances you’d give each other, the fiery arguments, the passionate sex, the pang of jealousy at his lips on another girls neck and the way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to a guy, you realised the both of you were stupid. Too busy trying to convince yourselves you didn’t care you both buried your thoughts away, afraid to articulate them in case you were rejected.
You found yourself repeating after him, his eyes almost hypnotising you as you stuttered,
“I-i’m yours.”
Satoru lightly kissed you on the lips and motioned you to jump up, supporting your legs as you wrapped them securely around his waist. He gingerly placed you on his bed, hovering over you as his hands slowly rid up your leg, ghosting around your inner thigh and you suppressed a moan. His touch was magnetic, something as simple as stroking your thigh with Satoru becomes so much more, a tingly sensation jolting through you when his hands brushed between your clothed folds. Meanwhile he began kissing his way down, starting with your neck and sucking furiously at the spot above your collarbone. You mewled against him as he licked the now marked spot, your hips desperately finding his to grind against.
“Patience, baby. I’m taking my time with you.”
You whined at his remark, you just needed him inside you, now.
“Such a whiny brat.” His voice slipped through your ears like silk as he slowly slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders, the new stimuli adding to the experience. You were never more glad to have not worn a bra. He focused on your exposed breasts, nipples hard and swollen and he groaned at the sight.
A warm sensation reached your nipples and you cried out in pleasure, looking down at Satoru lapping up your soft mounds. His seductive gaze ripped through you as he began to trace slow circles with his tongue. His fingers kept your other breast occupied, rolling around your left nipple with his fingers, constantly switching sides and worshipping them.
His attention switched to your lower stomach, kissing your skin with affection as you anticipated his lips between your thighs. You could feel the damp spot slowly spreading on your panties and the swell of your clit, begging to be touched.
“Fuck, Satoru you tease.” You breathed out in gaspy moans, he had completely removed your dress by now and was blowing warm breaths against your knickers. Satoru brought a single digit to rub against the wet spot, moaning as he felt the tent in his pants. He loved teasing you but it required self control, wanting nothing more than to release his large cock from its restraints and into your warm hole, throbbing at the thought.
He finally pulled your panties to the side at your delight and your whimpers filled the room as his fingers brushed against your soaked clit. He played around with your pussy, stroking up and down and noting the creamy juices that were flowing out your hole. The sight of his fingers coated in your juices and he almost came right there. The lewd squelching of your cunt was slightly covered up by your cries of pleasure as he entered two slender fingers inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls. He reached down and took your clit into his mouth, humming at the taste.
“F-fuck, right there Toru” You moaned, attempting to wriggle but Satoru quickly used his arms to clamp your thighs into place, his sensual mouth causing white dots to appear in your vision. Your stomach fluttered at the slow, familiar build up of your climax, not even embarrassed that he had only been eating you out for five minutes. You were just so sensitive today and paired with Satoru laying claim to you, your body was responding to each and every one of his touches.
“Ah, k-keep going baby, fuck. You’re so good at it.” The praises fell from your lips as the deep pleasure in your stomach changed, indicating you were near.
Satoru was persistent, his insatiable need to feel your cunt quiver against his tongue caused him to add one more digit, scissoring his fingers against your gummy walls. He could feel you frantically clenching, chuckling at his inability to move as fast as his fingers were in a death trap. He kept his eyes on you, watching as your hand came up to your mouth to stifle your sobs, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“I’m close.” You whispered and you made a mistake of looking down at Satoru, his tongue was pressing down against your sensitive nub, saliva dripping onto his bed. His fingers went even faster, determined to make you cum.
“Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me princess.”
That was all you needed. You legs squeezed frantically against his head, the euphoric sensations causing your back to refuse to rest against the bed. Satoru paid no mind to your repetitive whimpers as you began to come down from your high, his lips still stubbornly attached to your clit. It was too much, the previously pleasurable feel was now borderline painful, his sticky fingers removing themselves from your cunt.
You legs jolted occasionally each time he purposely grazed the bundle of nerves, continuing his efforts by using his tongue to tease around the now sensitive area, chuckling when your hips wriggled.
“Delicious.” His velvety tongue swiped his lips and he brought his fingers into your mouth. The tangy but familiar taste of your undoings were accompanied by his soft fingers, swirling around your tongue until your saliva created a mess.
“Shit, you’re so hot.” He groaned, the twitching of his cock was unrelenting. You pressed your legs together, the achy feeling of need returning. Reaching to kiss him, your hands started to undo his belt buckle,
“I want you.” You whispered, unable to look away from his eyes.
His lecherous eyes stared back at you, his fingers curling around your back as he brought you closer, now hovering above you.
“I want you too.”
In one swift movement, his cock was freed and he entered you, the new feeling causing you to cry out as he slowly bottomed out.
“Shit, you’re clenching like crazy baby.”
You couldn’t even reply, his thick shaft splitting you open, Satoru stared down at how you sucked him in, a creamy ring of your juices at the base of his cock. You felt him harden even more, he hadn’t wasted any time by helping you adjust. He started a rough pace, watching your perky tits bounce as he reached down and placed a nipple into his mouth. You were truly addicting, he thought, your whimpers becoming louder with the sticky sound of your cunt. Your pussy seemed to fit him like a glove, Satoru’s eyes wandered towards your soft tummy, at the faint bulge of his devouring and his eyes widened, using a hand to press against it and his ears welcomed your high pitched gasps.
“What’s the matter baby girl?” He cooed, chuckling at your stifled sobs and flushed cheeks.
“‘is too much...” You managed, barely able to communicate as he fucked you dumb.
You were so sexy, he thought.
You scooted away, his rough movements almost resulting in your head banging against the headboard but without missing a beat Satoru pulled you back, cock sinking into you with a new sensation.
“That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You’re gonna lie there and take it.”
His hands ghosted at your waist, using the soft tissue as a grip as he forcefully used your body, eyes unable to look away at how you took his thick, veiny member. Your pussy twitched as he licked a stripe at the side of your neck,
“Oh...you like that?” He muttered, sucking on your weak spot, he groaned when you tightened against him, knowing the tip of his cock was red and angry, your walls were too much.
You blink, eyes glossy and lips swollen from his kisses, Satoru’s marks were littered across your body, evidence of his ravishing as he continued his strong pace, cock driving into you with hunger. Your moans changed pitch,
“t’s...too much...can’t...too big.” You babbled, a new, insurmountable pleasure was ripping into your stomach.
“It’s too big?,”
Satoru wrapped his slender fingers around your neck, pressing down lightly as he smirked,
“I know.”
Your breath was slowly snatched from you as he gripped your neck harder, it somehow heightening the feeling of him around your cunt. His groans were turning you on, you always loved how vocal Satoru was.
Satoru paid attention to you, removing his hands and watching as you gasped for breaths. He grinned at how crazy your pussy went whenever he did that, he had really met his match. His cock twitched, indicating his nearing climax and you creamed shamelessly around him when his thumb lightly brushed your rosy clit. Your legs had gone to jelly at this point, but you securely clamped them around Satoru’s waist, bringing him even closer as your eyes closed in pleasurable agony.
“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” The way you cried and babbled nonsense, mouth messy with saliva as you drooled around his fingers, Satoru pressed at the pad of your tongue, cerulean eyes gleaming at where you connected. As he sinked into you again and again, the intemperate need to feel you squirt around him, he took your soft mounds into his mouth once more and before he knew it, you let out a long, drawn out moan as you found your release.
The white hot pleasure against your stomach snapped and as you orgasmed for the second time, a new warm sensation splashed against Satoru’s cock. Your juices dripped onto the bed, your pussy quivering and legs shaking as you rode it out.
“Fuck.” His azure eyes twinkled with amazement and you didn’t think he could possibly get any harder, as his member remained snug against your cunt.
Satisfied at your mess and how your slimy walls squeezed so torturously against him, Satoru’s own release was not far behind. With one last sound of pleasure, another warm feeling filled your pussy, spurts of the familiar white liquid spilling out of you as he slowed down his thrusts, emptying his balls into you with his repeated moans.
He pulled out, watching the results of his orgasm dribble onto his sheets. Using his fingers, he pushed the remaining liquid deep into you as a low moan escaped your lips. He brought his coated fingers to your mouth, and you licked them clean, humming against him.
As he hovered over you, his captivating eyes caught in the moonlight peaking through the curtains, illuminating his spacious room. He was so beautiful, you thought, mind now unclouded as your high disappeared. Instead, a lighter but warm feeling fluttered through you as Satoru bent down to give you butterfly kisses across your stomach.
“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered and he felt you smile against the top of his head, white tendrils tickling your nose as he placed himself on your tummy, careful not to crush you.
A comfortable silence lingered in the air, for the first time neither of you needed to fill it in with pointless words. You stroked his hair, content that he was still here and showing you affection even after sex, a concept new to the both of you.
After some time, with the both of you deep in thought about each other, Satoru’s head lifted and he made eye contact with you.
“I meant what I said earlier. I know this is new to the both of us so we can take it slow and I’ll probably fuck things up a few times but...I really do care about you, Y/N.”
Your eyes softened, as he glanced nervously at you. You had never seen him so vulnerable before and somehow it made you like him even more.
You extended your arm, your fingers tapping against his cheek,
“I care about you a lot too, Satoru. More than I’d like to admit.” You looked away, confused at how quickly the atmosphere changed from the desperate grappling of hands against skin to soft eyes and shy kisses. You were shy around him. You really did care about him but you also weren’t the best at articulating your thoughts, Satoru was always one upping you with his smooth talking.
His smile softened before his eyes changed, amusement dancing across his face.
“Well why wouldn’t you like me? I’m amazing.”
You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, his hands grabbing you and placing warm kisses around your neck. You melted into his touch, only now realising he hadn’t even properly undressed, unlike you who was completely bare.
He paused as you wriggled uncomfortably in the messy and slightly damp sheets, the both of you a tangle of limbs.
“Is this a bad time to ask if you’re on the pill?”
You stared at him.
“You are such an idiot.”
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