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just last night, the boys had hosted a big bash to welcome the change in seasons (they will find any reason to throw a party) and of course, naoya had been in attendance. while there were partygoers who tolerated him and the odd person here and there who would consider him an acquaintance or in rare cases, a friend, parties at kappa phi delta for the heir to the zenin fortune were generally spent invisible to or scorned by members of the frat. it's just how things were due to his foul personality and long standing family beef with the gojos.

why did naoya still attend these parties you ask? a party is a party, regardless of who was hosting. there was free alcohol (and drugs if you asked the right person) and lots and lots of women, why wouldn't he be there?

now unbeknownst to you — who'd opted to stay home to avoid working a shift in the blazing sun and overstimulating environment while hungover — satoru had refused to share with naoya the contents of the baggie that the fraternity was offering to partygoers by dangling it above his head, just out of naoya's reach until the shorter man gave up, fanning the flames of hatred for all things gojo which sat deep within his heart.

the shift started off as per usual. a dumb question here and there, telling off teenagers for sprinting, dealing with victims of sign blindness and cleaning up the vomit of a kid who'd eaten too much and was way too keen to get back into the pool.

the heat eminated by sun was starting to get to you by the third or fourth hour, and you could tell it was getting to naoya as well. where he'd normally make unsolicited comments about the patrons, whether it was a complaint, something unsurprisingly misogynistic or even about the way your work bathers hugged you in all the right places, he'd opted for staying away form you (thank god) and snapping at the patrons for the smallest of things for the last thirty minutes.

just as you walked off to top up your water, satoru took this as his opportunity to come to the rescue in all his shirtless glory and use this opening to flirt with you. leaning his forearm against the wall and using his tall, sculpted body to shield you from the sun, he tilted his head and waited for you to look up at him.

"we missed you at the party last night."

"we? or just you?" you teased. you knew for a fact that he was the only one out of the frat who actively sought you out or paid attention to you. the rest of them were on good terms with you but ultimately felt indifferent.

the frat president pretended to ponder for a moment, scrunching his nose and pursing his lips to one side, "mostly me, but suguru did ask about you so i think that counts."

"well unlike you," you start as you twist your lid back onto your bottle, "i had work today and i can't afford to get sent home and lose my hours."

the two of you lingered by the fountain for a little while longer with satoru doing most of the yapping with a flirtatious comment here or a compliment there as you faced the pool but you didn't mind at all. it was making the time go much faster and yes he was quite the eccentric character but he was definitely not bad to look at, and you got to hide a little from the sun under the guise of customer service, though you definitely could feel his eyes raking over your body several times.

your work uniform was absolutely ridiculous, probably designed by some perverted baywatch fan but the pay was too just good so you chose to suck it up. of course you'd get some inappropriate comment that absolutely no one asked for from a crusty ass man, but admittedly on the odd occasion, it gave you a bit of an ego boost because you absolutely did look hot as fuck in it.

eventually though, naoya had noticed your absence and spotted your figure next to gojo's. immediately triggered, the hatred that was very much still heavy in his heart started bubbling inside him like a volcano. the fact that it was satoru there next to you and with a tinge of jealousy that the white haired man was able to speak without being deemed repulsive by most women, something in him snapped.

naoya beelined towards the two of you, hands balled into fists by his sides as he marched closer.

"gojo, a word?"

satoru only whined in response, "do i have to?"

"i need to speak to you about distracting my colleagues while they are working. among other things."

"so we're having a chat about how i shouldn't be chatting with you guys?"

if it were physically possible, naoya would be blowing steam from his ears by now. you on the other hand, stepped away to walk a lap around the pool to hold back your laughter which was a losing battle at this point.

now that you were finally out of the way, naoya dragged satoru to the storeroom, away from the eyes of the public and slamming the door behind him.

gojo circled naoya, looking around at the dingy space filled with racks of swim equipment, cleaning equipment and random tools, "did you bring me in here to try to make out with me or something? cause you're not really my type so thanks, but no thanks."

"GOD!" the man beside him screamed, throwing his head back and cursing to the skies, "can you shut up for two seconds so i can focus on killing you?"

the white haired man's gaze darted to naoya, both cautious and curious. "i'm not quite sure what that's code for lil bro."

overcome by his rage, naoya lunged at gojo, tackling him to the ground where he kept him pinned. punches and kicks went flying, and it was almost enough to keep gojo down until he had an opening to attempt pushing his battered and bruised body up. sensing that it was now or never, naoya wrapped his hands around gojo's glorious, annoyingly beautiful head and twisted, ending his life with a loud craaaaaack!

the lanky body fell limp in his grasp, but then suddenly a bright blue light began radiating from the corpse, growing more and more intense until it reached all throughout the room as the body floated out of naoya's hold. what the fuck?

the light gradually dissipated, and all that was left behind was a shiny white whistle on a blue lanyard, suspended in the air for moments before it plummeted down to the ground in front of naoya's feet. baffled but ultimately shrugging off what had just transpired because he was insane and believed that this was gojo's just deserts, the man stood from the ground and picked the whistle up.

this was just too good. there was absolutely no way that the boisterous frat president, rival of his bloodline and the ultimate chick magnet had turned into this pathetic little piece of plastic?

after readjusting his clothes and combing his hair back into place using his fingers, naoya strutted back onto pool deck, swinging gojo by the lanyard. if he could hurl from the sheer intensity that he was being spun at, he would, but alas he had been reduced to a measly piece of plastic and was cursed to just exist uncomfortably.

the torture finally came to an end when naoya reached the lifeguard chair right by the pool, haphazardly tossing the whistle on top of the plastic seat. but little did gojo know, this would lead to some of the best moments of his new life as a whistle, and that his new lifestyle may not be all that bad, because it led to him discovering heaven in the form of you.

the first interaction as his reformed self happened when you'd wanted a break from standing and walking in the heat all morning, opting to give your legs a break by taking a seat with some shade on the very same chair that gojo was laying on. you climbed up the rungs of the ladder, turning and sitting riiight on top of him.

of course, you'd immediately jerked up off of the seat to inspect what you had sat on, but for that split second, in gojo's mind, time moved in slow-mo as he was fully wrapped in the warm and fuzzy flesh between your thighs and the musky yet somewhat sweet smell wafting from your pussy that was just so you.

it was almost impossible to fathom that this was the closest that he had ever been to you, and in that instant, he'd become addicted to your dizzying scent. little did he know, life as a whistle was was only uphill from here.

fortunately for the both of you, your last whistle had been misplaced, so this…replacement came at the perfect time. you climbed down the ladder with your newfound whistle in one hand, wearing it around your neck once you were back on the ground.

the whistle rested perfectly on your chest, and gojo was convinced that the gods has blessed him post-mortem and this was his heaven. he spent the next few of your shifts bouncing on your soft tits with each step that you walked around the pool, wishing he could become human again momentaritly to punch whoever's gaze lingered on your perfect body for a little too long and his personal favourite — being blown by you.

each and every time you tried to grab someone's attention, you'd pick him up and place him between your plump lips, blowing sharply. the ball that rolled and rang inside the chamber mirrored what probably would've been his heartbeat if he still had one. the way that you coated him in your spit was pure euphoria and oh how he wished it were something else in your mouth instead. but this would have to make do.

there were also times that you had to jump into the pool — whether it was to rescue a child or help a struggling swimmer — and although gojo knew that he should be sympathising with someone else who had a traumatic experience, all that he could think about was how enticing you were with your wet bathers clinging even tighter to you, how the sun reflecting in the droplets cascading down your body made your skin glisten and how he was now able to fit all snuggly in your cleavage. was death even a punishment at this point? if he had the chance to be human again, he would preach that death was absolutely nothing to be afraid of.

if he had to name one more blessing from this whole experience, it would be the fact that he got to come home with you at the end of each shift. you would hang him and your bumbag on your door which gave him a view of everything, he'd watch you get changed, stripping yourself out of your uniform and slipping into something else. it wasn't his fault that he had no longer had any eyes to close, so he just appreciated the view of your delectable body that he was offered. nor was it his fault that he didn't have ears to block when you pulled your rose toy out in the middle of the night and treated yourself to a self-care session, filling the room with your whimpers and moans.

a few weeks had passed since gojo's accident, and you were working once again when a couple of the frat boys had swung by just around closing time with the intention to 'watch the sunset' with some cocaine. sadly, they had to scrap their plans after being caught and kicked out by your colleague, kiyotaka but thankfully, they were just a bunch of nuisances but not big enough assholes to put up a fight.

kiyotaka clocked out shortly after that incident and now you were in charge of closing the pool by yourself. you'd checked the changerooms, set up the blanket over the pool and closed folded all of the umbrellas and lounges. as you were spraying and wiping down the tables that got all sticky and trashed throughout the day, you spotted the baggie with a decent amount of cocaine still inside it that the boys had forgotten to take with them.

out of the goodness of your heart, you decided that you would reach out to gojo to give him and the boys their coke back. and honestly, although he was very much a pest (an attractive one at that), you had grown used to seeing his face by the poolside at least once a week. after pondering on gojo for a little while longer, you realised that you hadn't seen him around on campus either and as much as you didn't want to admit it, you were really starting to miss his presence.

you returned the cloth and spray back to the storeroom before making your way back to the table with the baggie, throwing and catching it with your hand as you did your final checks to ensure that everyone had left and for any lost property. what you didn't realise though, was that they hadn't resealed the pouch properly and some of the powder was flying out, eventually leading to some falling all over your uniform and whistle.

you barely had the time to utter "for fucks sake!" to yourself before the whistle started to shine a bright blue, spreading kind of like rapunzel's tears on eugene's stab wound in the movie. you winced and held up a hand to block the light from your eyes.

just as you were about to take a peek to see if whatever this phenomenon was was over, you were knocked down by a presence on top of you that felt suspiciously like a person. when you opened your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of the one and only satoru, his face dangerously close to yours.

"did you miss me?" he asked with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"maybe, maybe not." you choked out. the man may not look heavy but boy did his height and muscle weigh you down.

"get off me!" you complain with a push.

he did as he was told, but as he shifted his weight onto his arms above you, you felt something long and hard brush against one of your thighs. was that man seriously hard right now?

"there's absolutely no way you're hard right now." you tell him in disbelief.

he gets up and offers you a hand to help you up which you take. "of course i'm hard. i spent weeks with you feeling, seeing, smelling and hearing everything. winding up on top of you when i came back doesn't help at all."

this can't be happening.

you turn towards the gates to walk out, looking back at him to tell him to follow you but he speaks first.

"would you care to help a friend out?"

this was insane, but you were pent up and sufferring from a dry spell. a hot, shirtless guy who wasn't an asshole was offering you a good time so why not take him up on his offer? and so you ditched your gear, took his hand in yours and dragged him into the change rooms.

the sound of skin slapping on skin as satoru bent you over the sink echoed throughout the room. the ceramic tiles amplified and blended the sounds of your moans and his whimpers into a sinful symphony that would make any passerby blush.

"i've waited for this since that hot afternoon when you sat on me," the man behind you huffed out as he dug his slender fingers deeper into the flesh of your ass over your red bathers, sure to leave a bruise with the way that he was holding on for dear life as he lost himself between your gummy walls.

"is that all it took?" you asked, turning back to look at him.

satoru planted a chaste kiss on your lips, perhaps to sweeten you up before the next words left his filthy mouth. "i've always thought you were pretty but that one whiff of your pussy got me hooked on you."

you pushed yourself up at his words, unsure if you were the freak for getting even more turned on by his comment. but you couldn't let his ego inflate further. so you settled for an insult.

"you're such a pervert!" you scolded.

but he wasn't buying your look of disgust. not one single bit with the way that your pussy had clamped down on his cock when he made his confession, the pulse making him shudder as he worked even harder to piston himself into you.

a large hand on your back to pushed you back towards the sink, allowing satoru to fuck even deeper into you, his swollen, leaky tip brushing past your sweet spot every time that he hit your cervix. the stimulation was enough to have your toes curling and hands gripping the bench for purchase until your knuckles turned white as stars swam in your vision.

you could barely keep your head up by this point but one of satoru's hands grabbed you by the chin, commanding you to watch the faces you were making in the mirror as he rammed into you from behind.

"baby look at all the pretty faces you're making just for me," he whispered into the shell of your ear, panting as he pounded into your weeping cunt. you looked absolutely fucked out. drooling from one side of your mouth as your mouth hung open, your brows furrowed as you struggled to keep your eyes from rolling and body rocking in time with his thrusting.

"so beautiful for me, aren't you?" he asked, hand letting go of your face and sliding down to squeeze your tit before pulling your bathers further to the side and finding your throbbing clit. the touch had you squeezing your thighs together, wanting to trap his hand there forever and ever.

all that you could manage to respond with was a weak, mhm, but no, that wasn't satisfactory for a guy like satoru who moved his hand away from your thighs, the loss of contact earning a whine from you.

"i'll only let you cum if you tell me how pretty you are for me, so let's try this again," he said, lowering his face to press his cheek against yours, watching the mirror with you. "what are you?"

"'m beautiful," you cry out, trying your hardest to fight off the cloudiness in your mind.

"thaaaat's right," he praises, giving you what you wanted with his hand making its way to your clit once more, rubbing steady circles on it this time as he continued to rock the two of you back and forth, your wetness gushing out and running down both of your legs from where you were connected. "just for me?"

you nod desperately like your oncoming orgasm depended on it. mostly because it did.

"yes! j-just for you satoru."

the heat blooming from your bodies was almost enough to rival that of the lights radiating from behind the mirror which reflected every lewd expression that he was drawing out from you almost mockingly. from behind, he hummed in approval, fingers and cock working together to make you fall apart.

"being by your side as a whistle was both heaven and hell, you know? got to spend my time all up on your body but i couldn't do a thing about it. i couldn't speak, couldn't touch, couldn't cum." he growled, the pace of his barrage on your pussy increasing as he chased his high.

why were you so turned on by this weird paranormal shit? a cute guy that you knew became a whistle, basically perved on you for days on end (not that he had a choice of where he was) and came back after you spilt some magic fairy dust coke on him and now you're letting him take out the pent up frustration from being so close to you?

"oh, you poor thing," you tease, looking back at him.

"but you're going to fix that for me, aren't you?" he asks, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before pulling away with a devilish grin, turning you by your hips so that your back was against the wall as you were facing him.

you nod eagerly, hiking a leg around his waist and wrapping your arms around his neck to press your bodies impossibly closer to each other. your walls clenched around him, ready to milk him and begging for a climax of your own.

"fuuuck it feels so good inside of you," he whimpers, playing with your clit harder to feel your pussy fluttering around him again, "i'm gonna cum soon."

"me too," you breathe out, breath fanning over his face. he buries his face in your neck and you can feel the coil in your tummy winding tighter and tighter as he slams into you, each brutal movement of his hips taking you higher and higher until you eventually reach your climax.

your head is thrown back as you cry out one final time, walls pulsing around his thick cock as your juices spray all over him. the way that you're squeezing him is just too much and so he barely holds himself together until your writhing and mewling have faded into a shaky stop, before he pulls out of you with a strangled groan.

the sticky ropes of cum that spurt out of his tip are viscous and gooey, staining the fabric of your bathers and clinging to the skin on your exposed legs and its oh so messy. so much of it comes out that a part of you is surprised that he stopped cumming at all.

the both of you are spent, panting in sync as he fixes his boardshorts before going to wipe you up with the paper towels by the sink, fixing your swimsuit that was pulled to the side.

that was so much better than satoru could've ever imagined, and he had just about all the source material to work with. there was absolutely no way that this could be a one time thing or he might just pass away again if that were the case.

the sheen of sweat coating his body and the way that his tufts of white hair clung to his forehead had you wanting to pounce on him again, but you didn't know how much time had flown by while you were getting railed in the fancy ass change rooms and your post-nut clarity told you that you had to get going or the receptionist would come looking for you to return the keys to the pool which would get you caught and fired.

you two freshen yourselves up in the sink then collect his belongings that were left behind when he died from lost property (where naoya shoved all of gojo's shit in the before the rest of the frat left and you could realise he left his things behind). after handing him his phone and clothes, you make your way over to yours in the staff bay, throwing a shirt on because god forbid whoever is still around at the club eating dinner or just conversing sees the mess that the two of you made on your clothes and between your legs.

when you reach the parking lot, you look at him to say your goodbyes but satoru cuts you off.

"i really hate to be a bother, but don't have a ride and my phone is dead."

for fucks sake. you were probably tethered to this man forever now, but you suppose life could be much worse.

thank you to @bluukive for beta reading!! photos are from pinterest and the gojo pfp is by @/teaforgods on insta and x

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