Torusbaby

Nerdjo in tha day, fratjo in da night🤤

hello! This is actually my first time writing a fanfic so i apologize if some things really suck!

College au, CW: NSFW, dumbification, grinding. Lowk dunno that many names for things I js know I’m a freak!!

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INTRODUCTION~🪽

Satoru Gojo. Throughout college, third year in. You guys were at each-others throats, since he was the oh so, “smart one”, and you, my dumb sweet idiot. You were the supposed “dumb one”, regardless if you were basically on the same level, you fell behind a few steps. He figured that getting all up on you and debating everything you said in class was okay. But that was because he was the nerd. I know, right? Who even uses that terminology to describe a guy in COLLEGE. Well, you, I suppose. You’re low-key a loser. Anyway, you guys only had 2 classes, but since you scheduled them differently, it’d be a fair chance to see him and also not to see him at all. But since you both took computer science, and there was only two assigned times for that class which was 9:00am and 2:40pm, you both took the earliest one because in the morning, it was less packed. People didn’t want to get up, so it wasn’t rare to grab spot for the class in the morning. But even though Satoru was irritating, he has annoyingly good looks. Like seriously good looks. His silky white hair, beautiful blue eyes that saw through you. Eyebrow piercing and earrings that cooed your eyes, like it was smiling at you, they made him look more attractive than he already was. He even pulls off glasses! I know, I know. “How could a guy like that be so condescending?” Ask yourself all you want, but you’ll never get an answer out of that smug face of his.

Computer science, 9:20 AM. 

You were sitting seat down your seat, listening, then asked a question about something. And of course, He had to say something about it. His stupid fucking smirk as his pretty lips declared, “Huh? Are you so stupid you can’t comprehend basic stuff. How pitiful.” Your face grew red, turning around irritated as you shot back “Why do you always feel the need to chime in?! Honestly, it gets to a point! I swear you’re obsessed with me or something!” He paused, then stared and a grin grew on his face. Speaking, “Hmm, maybe I am. But I think you love it because you’re always throwing something back at me. Honestly, it’s kinda cute how you constantly try to defend yourself when you don’t say anything meaningful.” You stared, then your expression changed. Embarrassed, looking away completely. You got your bag, and left. The class had 40 minutes left of lecture, and you’re missing it. Because a guy hurt your feelings. You’re such a baby. But might as well just get your friend to study the notes with you later. As you went out the door, you could feel his gaze burning in the back of your head. Hearing him laughing, gawking even at the fact he got you so upset you actually had to leave the class. 

When you got home, back to your apartment you just went straight to your room and collapsed on your bed. Not even giving yourself a chance to get changed, you hugged your pillow, huffing, drifting off to sleep. You woke up 6 hours later, so it was now3:50PM. You checked your phone, seeing messages from your friend ALIANA asking if you wanted to go to some frat party. You said no but she begged and you eventually agreed. Party started at 8:00PM. So you decided in the meantime, might aswell get the notes from when you missed lecture. You took a shower, putting on baggy pants and a t-shirt, keeping your hair down and putting on sneakers to go to your friend’s dorm, given she lives on campus and you don’t. Grabbing your bookbag, keys, and phone, leaving your apartment going to your car and driving to her place. You knocked and she let you in, studying for 2 hours or so before leaving. It was now 6:15pm. Got home, and started getting ready for the party. Never really into dresses or fancy attire, given it’s a FRAT PARTY. You just wore shorts, a tanktop and a normal jacket, putting on bracelets and a necklace, doing your skincare and earrings. Leaving your hair shaggy because you pulled it off well, your outfit complimented your body quite well. Your hair also showed your lip ring and eyebrow piercing more. After spraying yourself down with fragrance, smelt like vanilla honestly, you left and waited for your friend to pick you up.

IN THE CAR - 🪽

You sigh, looking out the window in the passengers seat, muttering “honestly, did I really have to come? I realize I had my own choice to y’know, DENY, but you would never shut up if I didn’t.” Aliana looked at you for a second and rolled her eyes. She was wearing a babydoll top with flared jeans and heels, as her hair was down curved outwards at the bottom with a side part, she had brown hair with blonde streaks along with her face was very.. well attractive. Like from the movies, she looked like a stereotypical popular girl, why was she friends with you? I mean, you dress like you’re emo, honestly, it looks like she would bully you. But she doesn’t. She sighed and she spoke. “Well, I just wanted you get out of your little hole. You never come outside ever since starting this year! You just sit inside and pour yourself into studies. You don’t even give any guy or girl a chance you just tell them off because they’re “inconvenient”. I really love you, and I love hanging out with you, it pains me that you don’t come out that often.” You sighed. You couldn’t really argue, all you’ve been doing is going to school and going home, and if you spoke in school it was towards.. him. Satoru. Your face grew annoyed at the thought, wanting to slap those stupid glasses off his face, wanting to see him atleast be as half affected as you were by his words. How he spoke down on you. How you flushed when he called you names. You rubbed your temple and you murmured. “I can’t argue with that. Im sorry Ali. I like hanging out with you too, I..I just want to focus more. First year I barely got by, second year was hell and I’m really wanting to try this year.” Aliana stopped the car at some house, the lights were already on, music playing, people outside having fun. It was now 8:06PM. She sighed and rubbed your shoulder, “It’s okay. I know, and thats fine. Just, have fun tonight okay? When you want to go just hit me a text and I’ll answer. Now let’s go drink and have fun.” A slight smile left your face as you sighed and held her hand. “Okay.”

First hour, you saw some people you spoke to, having small talk but you began to just stand in the corner, watching everyone move around. People kidding, grinding on each-other. Honestly, no self respect I must say. 2nd hour, was boring. Moved around but eventually went back to your little corner…Until, you saw him. Satoru fucking Gojo. But he looked like a whole different guy. No glasses, a cap on his head and he wore a wifebeater with baggy sweatpants and sneakers. He looked like a frat guy!! But, you couldn’t deny he looked good. His earring gleamed when it hit light, his eyebrow piercing basically grinning at you. Why was he here?.. let alone you couldn’t fathom the fact he looked more attractive than usual. You immediately turned around to walk before he could spot you but you basically felt his face light up in enjoyment as he called out to you. You can’t be serious. His voice sounded gleeful, an undertone of amusement. “Hey, brat. I see you y’know, are you really gonna walk away before giving your favorite guy a hey?” You sighed, basically feeling impending doom. You turned around, face evident of annoyance. “Uh. Right. Hi? I guess. Funny seeing you here.” He smirked, looking down at you, taking a sip of his drink, then speaking, “Hmm, yeah. It is right? After your little breakdown of leaving class, really, I was wondering what you did with your pathetic self. Felt a little bad you ran off like that, baby.” His tone was mocking. You stared at him as your face twisted with a scowl. “Don’t call me that, and sure. Right. I’m POSITIVE you missed me, so the first thing you do when you see me again is nag me, dickride me, and degrade me. You’re such a loser, I don’t understand what you genuinely get out of this.” Scoffing, looking at his face as his expression grew at your words. He had a huge fucking grin on his face now, having a snicker in his voice.

“Mmmh.. you’re so rude to me, I don’t know why.” He takes a glance at your outfit, eyes lingering on your body longer than needed. Gaze darkening. You notice and speak up “My eyes are up here.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Can’t even enjoy the view anymore? God forbid a guy appreciates an attractive body.” You stare, like an are you serious stare. Your face gets heated, you feel it and you turn around to avoid his gaze. “What a freaking pervert. Such a contrast to the you in class, speaking of that, where even are your glasses?” He sees that you turn around, grabbing your waist to spin you around to look at him, hand lingering on your waist longer than needed, head tilting. Hand splayed over your side, thumb caressing the side, his voice bitter as you let him. And you were getting on the girls for grinding on a guy when you’re letting the dickwad that you supposedly “hate” even grab you like this. He murmured, eyes half lidded now, hand on your face. “What.. you don’t like how I look right now? Want my glasses on? Wanna put them on for me?” He pouted almost when he realized you weren’t looking at him, his fingers went to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Cmon. I’d rather you look at me while you speak. You can do that for me, right baby?” You backed away almost immediately. Looking at him. He looked needy. Crossing your arms, looking away as he reluctantly brought his hand back to his side, going in his pockets. He sighed. “You’re aggravating.” You rubbed your temple. Your body felt warm. It was the alcohol. Had to be. HAS to be. You muttered, voice resigned. “Can you just. Not do that?” He looked at you, questioning, then amusement spread across his face. “Hmm?” He purred, leaning in. “You look tense…nd not do what? I’m just talking to you. Honestly, you can’t be bothered, right?” Your eyes darted to him, face visibly irritated now, backing up. “Why can you never just go away! You’re so fucking confusing, it’s aggravating at this point. In class you bully me, you retort at my statements, you just keep doing shit that you know will irritate me! Now you’re grabbing me, looking at me like you NEED something from me, calling me pet names, seriously, Satoru! What even is this!”  

He stared at you, face going blank. Then agitated. A tone in his voice appeared, a foreign one. You’ve never genuinely heard him mad. “I don’t know? I came here to have fun, then I spot you. I try to be nice and say hi, but you’re so closed off!” You almost laugh, annoyance growing. “How am I supposed to even interact with you! You’re always such a douche to me when I try to even be myself in lectures or you pass by me with some snarky comment! I don’t know about you, but honestly, it gets to a point and you crossed it long ago!” You were out of breath. You looked away, hands clenching as you basically bit your tongue from saying anything more. He responded, voice blank of any emotion now but you could hear an undertone of anger. “Right. As if you tried to stop, as if you tried to shut YOUR mouth, as if YOU don’t do the same thing. You aren’t a victim, you’re far from that. So stop acting like you are because genuinely, you aren’t even in a position to even be mad when you do the same shit to me.” He scoffed. Taking his cap off, hand running through his hair trying to calm himself as he muttered to himself. “Fuck this.” He walked away. You felt a sense of guilt. He was right. You never tried to truly put a stop, you just retorted and made snide comments, just as he did. If anything, a part inside you loved the arguing. Loved the banter, adored the name calling even. Hearing him talk down on you, in his voice, that smug, condescending, mocking tone. It was arousing. Leaning against the wall, you slid down to the floor, holding your drink, then putting it down, hands sliding down your face. “Fuck.”

Pulling out your phone, hovering over Alianas contact, debating on saying “let’s go.” But she was most likely having fun, you don’t want to ruin that. Along with the fact, Satoru GOT to you. So you put away your phone, and went to look for him. After a few minutes you found him speaking to a girl, touching his arm, laughing at his jokes. You felt irritated. You went up to him, tapping on his arm, he looked back, and sighed. You looked at him, then away. “Can we talk.?” You muttered. His face grew surprised, nudging the girl off softly, mumbling “I’ll be back.” as he took you outside in the back to the porch. You were surprised but you let him. Sitting down, as he sat next to you. He spoke “So?.” Your breath hitched a little before speaking and looking at him. “I’m.. I’m sorry for earlier. You’re right. I haven’t made any moves to stop the “bullying” because I always reciprocated it. I always did it back, even started it sometimes. I’m not the victim. I’m sorry I got so defensive.” He paused, then stared at you, lips growing into smile, eyes gleaming like a kid. “Oh.. yeah. It’s. It’s alright. I’ve been doing the same thing. I can’t blame you. I guess.. I just wanted to speak to you tonight, and I immediately assumed that we could talk normally.” Your face softened. Your elbows propped up on your legs as you held your face and your head tilted, looking at him with a soft smile. “You’re really peculiar, Satoru.” He swore he felt his heart burst. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. Did he even have a right to? 

He laughed a little, rubbing his head. “Mm. I can say the same about you.” Rolling your eyes, you sighed. 

Now at his place. ~ 🤍

Well. How’d you get here. I bet you’re asking that question, aren’t you, ya little EASY dummy. Well. I’ll tell you!

At the porch, 2 hours into the party

You guys were talking for a bit, realizing that he wasn’t all that bad when he wasn’t being a dickhead. You found yourself laughing, and you found him reciprocating your energy. But still, the whole frat thing caught you off-guard. Honestly never pegged him for that but, FUCK. He looked good either way. As a nerd or a frat, you’d probably still find him attractive. He caught you staring and he smiled. “You’re staring.” Your voice was soft. Content. “I know.” You said as you leaned back against the railing. He eventually went back inside, saying bye and you felt a little upset to see him go, but you waved back too. 

Minutes later - 🪽

You went back inside eventually, and everyone was playing a game. “7 minutes in heaven”. You were about to walk away until Aliana pulled you to sit down with her and she grinned. “Cmon! I haven’t seen you all night, let’s play this! It’ll be fun~~. You might even find a guy you like.” Reluctant you tried to pull away but she kept you with, putting and fluttering her eyelashes with a whiny voice. “Cmon. Please?” You sighed, relaxing and nodding. “Okay. Fine. Sure.” But, he, was playing too. He saw you and his face basically lit up, you could see it in his eyes and you screamed internally, forcing yourself to look away. The bottle started spinning, a two people went in first. A girl and another girl. Timer starts and they come out seven minutes later, lipstick smudged on one of their necks while the other looked dazed. This process repeats with different people, until. He spun. And it landed on YOU. You stared, then at Aliana, the people started pulling you up as he was already waiting. You tried to refuse. “Wait, wait no! I’m not-“ you were shoved in and the door locked. Someone yelled “TIMER STARTS NOW!” The closet was tight, and honestly, it didn’t have that much of a good smell. But, his cologne filled your lungs and suddenly you felt intoxicated. Looking up, seeing his face.

IN THE CLOSET - 🤍

You muttered, “so.. funny seeing you here! Amirite!!…” he almost laughed, crossing his arms, rolling his eyes as he leaned on the wall. “God, you’re terrible in these situations.” Your face grew embarrassed as you scratched your head, playing with your hair to distract yourself. “I don’t how I’m supposed to react. Not to mention this closet really stinks so that’s distracting.” Even though he has a tough facade on, you could see a slight flush. Must’ve been the alcohol, right? But his eyebrows were slightly furrowed as he looked back at you and you looked away.  

TWAS NOT THE ALCOHOL, I MUST SAY!

One minute has now passed

You spoke, looking up at him. “Look, we don’t have to do anything. I’m not really into this stuff anyway, honestly embarrassing to do.” He rolled his eyes as he sighed. “I didn’t play this game just to not get anything from it. But if you don’t want to, that’s that. I’m not going to force you to do stuff for the sake of your comfort.” You looked at him, he was playing with his hands, and you noticed, laughing almost as your tone grew mocking. “Satoru…are you.. nervous?” He froze and spoke almost immediately but he tripped over his words, “I..I’ve got no reason to be nervous! If anything, I could kiss you with no hesitation whatsoever!” Your smirk dropped almost immediately, expression replaced with a flushed questioning look as it went quiet. The only thing you could hear was breathing as he began to regret what he said but,  he moved forward, eyes half lidded. His voice soft, low. “Do you want to..?” Blood rushed to your face, softly replying. “Mhm. We can.” As soon as he got the yes, he held your waist, hand on the side of your neck as he kissed under your eye. His lips were so soft, so soft that the action made you shiver as your hands went up to grip the back of his shirt. 

Three minutes have passed.

He got to your lips and looked at you, his breath hot against your mouth as his hand traveled to your cheek. “Are you sure?” You paused, then nodded. More enthusiastically than need. “Yeah. Of course.” He smirked, then kissed you. He tasted sweet, it was intoxicating, so much that you couldn’t move before you began to eagerly kiss back. Hands going to the side of his neck as one of his was still splayed across your side, slowly edging further down. You whimpered slightly against his lips feeling it as you arched slightly into his touch and he grinned. GRINNED AGAINST YOUR LIPS. A snicker slipped out as he pulled away, seeing your face red and your eyes darted away from him, he spoke. “What was that sound? Are you enjoying yourself?” He pressed against you, your body involuntarily arching against him again, slight friction happening as you spoke, voice uncertain. “I think you’re enjoying this more than I am.” He scoffed, grabbing your chin, leaning in again. “Yeah. I really am. And if you let me, I can make this way more fun for you.” He kissed you again, then your neck as you sighed softly as his hand reach the waistband of your shorts. He stopped, muttering against your neck. “Can I? Am I allowed to touch you, angel?” You nodded quickly, the nickname making your heart flutter as you began to feel lightheaded. How could he say things like that while he’s touching you like this? Fuck. It was distracting, so much that you couldn’t form a coherent thought. You just rubbed his head, saying “Yes. Please.”

4 minutes. You’ve got 3 minutes left.

He bit your neck slightly before his hand slid down your shorts, then panties, feeling how wet you were. “Hmm. Think I can get you off in 3 minutes baby?” You nodded, you were already sensitive due to prior arousal, so him touching you with 3 minutes, you could come apart easily. He laughed, leaning up to capture your lips, fingers now coated with your slick as he rubbed your clit. Whining against his lips and he lulled, “You’re okay.. you can do this for me sweetheart. C’mon baby.. s’good for me.” You bit his lip slightly and he groaned, laughing. “Fuck, you’re feisty.” Muttering apologies and your nails clawed into his back, head on his shoulder, babbling now as you felt your body lock up and then convulse. He smirked, kissing your neck as you came. His voice was smug. “You came so easily sweetheart... You can’t last long when you’re pent up. Ecstatic to know that.” He removed his hands from your shorts. Holding you up then licking his fingers clean, sighing. Grinding against your thigh, a slight moan coming out. “Y’feel that?..Thats how much you affect me. N I can’t do anything about it right now cause we only got a minute left.” He grabbed your chin, seeing your teary eyed, flushed, braindead face. Laughing. “You look so stupid right now. I wonder how stupid you’d get if I really fucked your stupid dumb cunt.” He kissed your cheek before letting you go.

TIMER WENT OFF!

You went out first, thighs clenched, trying to wipe your face as you sat back down next to Aliana, leaning into her shoulder. She saw it. That look. How you looked disheveled, she almost laughed, but a snicker only came out, she patted your head, kissing your temple “aw, my poor baby. Finally got it good, didn’t you?” You felt embarrassed. Seriously. You came by the guy you “hate” hands. You sniffled, softly telling her to shut up. And HE came out smug. Scratching his head, annoyed a little he couldn’t get his release but he got you off and got to hear your stupid fucking whines and sobs so it was enough for him. He sat back down with his friends, laughing.

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Ahh! Again, I apologize if this was everywhere, I’m not familiar with fanfics🥹

also I’d work on a part two eventually on how you genuinely ended up at his place, im js showing the build up to it🥹

I think this was pretty fun to write. Uhh, writings still ass so don't judge for some parts🥹

DISCLAIMER, I DON’T PROOFREAD🚨🚨🔔🔔🔔

WORD COUNT : 2.6K

SYPNOSIS - 🪽

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You and Satoru weren’t always the best pair. Arguing in classes, bothering eachother, just absolute nonsense. Nothing good came from you two being paired except actually getting a project done since you were both smart enough to keep up. So how’d you two come to the conclusion of fake dating?

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Mean nerdjo, Degrading(slightly), dry humping, slight dacryphilia, masochistic behavior.

IN CLASS - 🤍

You and Satoru sat next to each there, usually in the middle of the class next to two other tables. Writing down notes for physics when you asked a question. One SINGULAR question he opens his mouth. “You’re really fucking dumb, aren’t you?” His cheek in his hand as his arm was propped up on the table and he snickered looking at you.

You shot back annoyed, “Call me stupid but asking questions gets me somewhere. Unlike you, you’re stuck on the same assignment from a week ago unless YOU just didn’t do it.” The smirk faded as his face grew questioning and cocky. “A week? Hah? I finished that long ago. Unless you’re too stupid to remember.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Mumbling a “Whatever.” 

Class ended and you packed up first and he followed, yapping to you trying to get on your nerves as you stopped and turned around, angrily expressing “Y’know, if this is how you flirt with girls, you honestly suck!” He cocked his head slightly, staring down at you crossing his arms replying, “Flirt? With you? Hah!” He gawked at the idea of even TRYING to get at you. His smirk grew again, condescending. “Who would date a girl like you? You’re bratty, a bitch, and loud. How unattractive is that?” You immediately replied “Unattractive my ass! I see you stare at me every now and then you really cant be serious. Plus a guy like you, dickish, condescending, and overall rude? Tch. No girl wants that. I would be perfect in a relationship.” He scoffed, pushing up his glasses

“Then why’re you single? Hm? Cause no one wants someone like you. Bitch.” Your hand connected with his face almost immediately, head snapping to the side. Realizing what you did, you took a step back, immediately reevaluating the distance. As he held his cheek, feeling the sting come in as he hissed, his tongue pressing against the inside of his mouth as you spoke “..You deserved that.” He was blushing slightly, smiling, looking back over at her. Mumbling. “See? You’re a bitch.” You got irritated again, almost yelling “I am no-“ you sighed, stopping. “Honestly, you aren’t worth it. I’m not arguing whether I’d be good in a relationship or not. Either way we’d know you’d be horrible.” He rubbed his cheek, sighing. “Then why don’t we just date eachother? Not for real real but y’know. For fun. Fake, no love, no feelings. Who knows, maybe even sex could happen.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes “as if. Why would I date YOU. For fun at that?” He frowned, grabbing your hand. “Cmon. Valentine’s day is coming up and I know you’re alone. You never talk to any other guy rather than me and if you do, you never have interest. Don’t you want someone for that day?” Staring, taking interest finally but pulling your hand back. “Maybe I would. And so what if I’m not dating anyone, I’m NOT taking you up on this. Why would I get with you, even if it’s fake.” He sighed “You’re really stubborn.” He scratched his head and you scoffed. “Are you that desperate for a girlfriend that you come to me for something like that. That’s cute but Toru, baby. I’m not interested.”

He leaned back up, yawning. “I could get a girlfriend easily. They ask me out every week y’know but I’m not interested. Your little friend Tila asked on Monday. Maybe I should’ve gotten with her to piss you off.” Your face grew irritated as you turned around “Y’know. I’m not doing this with you. Why would I get mad over you dating someone. Let alone one of my friends I don’t like you. Do what you want.”

He let her go, but yelling out as she began to walk away. “Just think about it, okay? Romance is boring, yeah. BUT wouldn’t it genuinely be fun to just act like that? Like we’re teenagers fooling around?” You responded still walking away, a slight smile on your face. “I’ll get back to you on that.” You left, getting in your car and going home. Once you got to your apartment you took a shower and then dried off. Putting on moisturizer, blowdrying your hair, brushing it as you got dressed in a tanktop and sweat pants as you laid down and put your arm over your head. Muttering, “He’s so weird. I don’t know how he came to that conclusion “Oh, since we both think we can’t do good in a relationship, let’s fake date with benefits!”” You scoffed, laughing at the thought.

Then, your smile faded as your face grew a little hot. “He is attractive. And Valentine’s day is coming up, I don’t particularly want to be alone.” You sat up, leaning against your headboard, knees to your face. “Ahhh.. Satoru Gojo. Such a stupid, stupid man you are.”

You wanted to take him up on the offer but didn’t want to give in so easily. The next day a man took your interest. Some guy from your anatomy class. Satoru noticed cause you were talking to him less so one day he cornered you. “What, was my offer that bad? So bad it drove you away? Stop ignoring me.” you sighed and responded. “Cmon. It’s nothing like that. I’m just.. y’know?.. exploring my options!..yeah..” he scoffed, clicking his tongue and tilting his head. A mocking tone lurking in.  “You like someone.” You paused and looked away.

“Not like. Just interested.” He groaned, leaning away, “so? Who is it.” You scoffed. “As if I would tell you. Hah! You’re INSANE if you think I trust you enough with confidential information like that.” He saw your eyes go towards a guy who walked out of class, some dude that had a stereotypical look that screamed “I’m not good for you and I have an ego bigger than the world!” And he looked at you. “Really? Are you kidding me.” Your face flushed as you walked past him “Whatever satoru! It doesn’t matter!”

He sighed, speaking. “He’s friends with Suguru. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna go to a party on Saturday, come if you want to talk to him. It’s at that house on Wilker street. You’ll know when you see it.” You paused, looking back at him. Tilting your head a little. “Thank..you” he looked away, scratching his head. “Yeah. Whatever.”

ON SATURDAY, 9:27PM. - 🪽

You wore flare jeans with sneakers and a long sleeve v low cut. Your hair was down and your bangs were in a side part. You had on a bra that made your chest look more appealing than usual and a necklace that had a star on it was propped up nicely. You went inside and scanned the room. Soon enough, your heart fluttered as you saw the guy. You debated on whether to go or leave it alone, but you decided to go, walking up to him, tapping his shoulder.

He looked back and saw you. “? Hello.” You looked away. Scratching your head slightly, looking back at him. His face looked mocking. You felt sick. “Uhm..I was just wondering if you had a girlfriend?. I’m just..curious.” He paused, then tilted his head, laughing almost. “I don’t. But even if I did I wouldn’t go for you. You look so skimpy, no one wants someone who shows off their body like that.” Your brain paused. Skimpy? SKIMPY. YOU WERE FULLY COVERED EXCEPT FOR CLEAVAGE SHOWING. SKIMPY. That embarrassed, flushed demeanor faded instantly as you looked up, cocking your head to the side with an aggravated tone. “Hahh?. Skimpy? Are you kidding me?” He laughed, replying. “Yeah. Skimpy. Your sluttish look, don’t think I don’t know what you are. You’ve probably bed alot of men, huh?” You stared, then your hand connected with his face. Hard, so hard he stumbled. Sighing, as your hand returned to your side. Everyone was staring at you. “I don’t know who think you are, but that’s not how you talk to a lady. Let alone one that could probably get more pussy than you.”

You scoffed and walked away. Satoru was looking at him and he began laughing, but not for long as he turned back in your direction seeing your shaky demeanor as you walked out. He could see your arms going up, almost like to wipe your face as you walked out.

He wormed past everyone, walking past the guy. Turns out it was Naoya. Stinky guy, amirite? He declared “You deserved it.” as he went after you. You were out in the front yard, going back to your car, sniffling before Satoru caught your wrist. He was wearing a minecraft shirt with baggy jeans and sneakers. Fucking loser. Regardless if you guys argued and fought alot, he cared enough to ask. “You okay?” You paused. Shoulder shaking, sniffling, nodding your head. You didn’t turn around. His face scrunched as he tried to turn you around but you basically wrestled with him for him to not see your wet crying face. He eventually turned you around, pulling your hands away and sighed.

“God, you’re so stubborn. Why are you crying??” You sniffled, wiping your face. “What do you mean why? If you were a girl and got aired out like that, just because of how you were dressed, wouldn’t you be hurt? Especially by a guy you liked.” He snickered, looking away, mocking you. “Ohh, but I thought you only had interest-“ you retorted, voice breaking “SHUT UP! Don’t mock me, Satoru. You can do it any other time, just—not now.” Your flushed embarrassed demeanor came back. This was awful. You started crying harder, and he frowned. He knew you were still a girl, but he was so used to you being so mouthy and not being, well— so whiny. This was new. And honestly.. it kinda got him bothered. He held your face, thumb wiping away your tears, murmuring, “Stop crying, it gets me confused with how to react. I want you mouthy and rude. Not..whatever this is.” He hugged you, rubbing your back as you froze. 

Eventually, you let him hug you and you hugged back. You didn’t reply. He ended up taking you home with your car cause he didn’t want you to drive in a state like that. The car was quiet, and he held your hand the whole ride. You looked out the window. He got back to your apartment complex, as he parked and spoke. “We’re here.” You looked at him. “How are you gonna get home? You took my car.” He sighed, hand running through his hair. “I’m like, a hundred percent sure Shoko lives here. She can drive me back, even if she doesn’t want to I’ll force her.” You frowned, grip on his hand tightening. “Okay. Are you gonna walk me in?” He looked at you, looking at your hand, then your face. “D’you want me to?” Your face grew red. “N-no, you don-“

He cut you off. “I would’ve regardless. Don’t get so jittery with me now.” You both got out the car as he held your purse, going inside and up the stairs. You guys got to your apartment,and he went in to put your purse down in your room as you sat down. He scratched his head, stretching. “Well, I’m off.” He began to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist. He felt warm. He turned around as your muttered “stay.” came out. He stared at you, then spoke. “Have you hit your head? Why would I stay? Don’t tell me you’ve become-“ he saw your face. You looked like you wanted to cry again. He sighed and sat down, hand pulling your head towards him.

He played with your hair before your arms wrapped around him. His hand moved to hold your face, making you look at him. “You’re such a baby.” You pouted in his hands. “I’m sorry. I didnt mean to make you do all this tonight.” He paused. Then replied softly, “I did this willingly. I didn’t let you drive home, I decided to go after you when you walked out.” His thumb ran over your cheek occasionally. “M’not mad at you. I don’t have a reason to be angry.” Your heart fluttered. No way. No WAY. For him? For SATORU. You can’t like him. You can’t begin to either! You ignored the thoughts in your head, leaning in closer.

His eyes flicked to your lips, then your eyes. “What’re you doing?” Your hand traveled from his back to his face. Eyes looking up at him. Mumbling, “I don’t know.” You kissed him, and he let you. Not a minute later, he kissed back softly. Hand traveling to your face, back against the bed now. He was over you, arms on either side of you, panting slightly. “You sure you don’t want to fake date?” You paused, arms wrapping around him. “I meant to talk about that. If we do that, that means, well would sex be included? Physical contact?” he paused, scoffing “Is that only what you want me for?” You looked at him, hands on the side of his neck. “Well..yeah. You said no feelings. And I’m assuming the only one either of us can get is from promiscuity.”

He leaned down. “Yeah. That deal includes sex then.” You looked at him, bringing him down to kiss you, his body going between your legs as he grinded slightly. Your hips jerked slight as you whined a little. “Then yeah. Fake dating. Let’s do it.” He smiled against your lips, murmuring. “That’s my girl.” Full on grinding against you now, you could feel how hard he was and everytime he moved, it rubbed just right between your folds on your clit.  You shivered as he began to mess with your pants. Trying to get them off as you let him and you got his off. Precum was leaking through his boxers before you sighed.

“Only humping today? No penetration?” He groaned “No “baby”, no penetration. I’m sure that both of us are too tired to try and have actual sex, I’m so sorry you won’t be getting actual “intercourse” tonight.” You scoffed. “You sound stupid when you say that. That’s not how you dirty talk. “Intercourse” Seriously?” He shut you up by taking his dick out and sliding it against your panties. Your hands clenched around the bed as a moan slipped out. “Wait…hah.. too much already..” you looked down. He was big. Huge. His tip had a pretty soft pink flush color as well as precum leaked out of it. You flushed looking back up at him, his eyes were half lidded and unfocused as yours were half lidded but alert. He got faster and it stimulated you quickly, mind going into a scramble fast, so all you could do was hold onto him and he put his face in your neck. He whined into your neck, moaning. Vocal he was and you loved it honestly. When your nails dug into his back, that was his final straw. 

He kissed your neck before cumming and your hands clawed into his back as you came with him. He ruined your panties. His body grew limp against you as he muttered. “We should’ve done it normally.” You held him tightly. “No way in hell would I have let you stick that in me. Genuinely would’ve ruined my insides” He laughed softly, looking up at you, “Wouldn’t have been that bad.” You both sat there for a while, then, he kissed you. You were surprised but kissed back, his arms wrapping around you. Murmuring against your lips. “Take as much as you need from me from now on. I’ll give it to you. He began to grow lazy and he fell asleep. He didn’t even clean up! But you sighed, rubbing his head, taking off his glasses and putting them on the nightstand. Words repeating in your head, “Don’t fall inlove.” This’ll be tricky.

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I think this was pretty fun to write. Uhh, writings still ass so don't judge for some parts🥹

DISCLAIMER, I DON’T PROOFREAD🚨🚨🔔🔔🔔

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SYPNOSIS - 🪽

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You and Satoru weren’t always the best pair. Arguing in classes, bothering eachother, just absolute nonsense. Nothing good came from you two being paired except actually getting a project done since you were both smart enough to keep up. So how’d you two come to the conclusion of fake dating?

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Mean nerdjo, Degrading(slightly), dry humping, slight dacryphilia, masochistic behavior.

IN CLASS - 🤍

You and Satoru sat next to each there, usually in the middle of the class next to two other tables. Writing down notes for physics when you asked a question. One SINGULAR question he opens his mouth. “You’re really fucking dumb, aren’t you?” His cheek in his hand as his arm was propped up on the table and he snickered looking at you.

You shot back annoyed, “Call me stupid but asking questions gets me somewhere. Unlike you, you’re stuck on the same assignment from a week ago unless YOU just didn’t do it.” The smirk faded as his face grew questioning and cocky. “A week? Hah? I finished that long ago. Unless you’re too stupid to remember.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Mumbling a “Whatever.” 

Class ended and you packed up first and he followed, yapping to you trying to get on your nerves as you stopped and turned around, angrily expressing “Y’know, if this is how you flirt with girls, you honestly suck!” He cocked his head slightly, staring down at you crossing his arms replying, “Flirt? With you? Hah!” He gawked at the idea of even TRYING to get at you. His smirk grew again, condescending. “Who would date a girl like you? You’re bratty, a bitch, and loud. How unattractive is that?” You immediately replied “Unattractive my ass! I see you stare at me every now and then you really cant be serious. Plus a guy like you, dickish, condescending, and overall rude? Tch. No girl wants that. I would be perfect in a relationship.” He scoffed, pushing up his glasses

“Then why’re you single? Hm? Cause no one wants someone like you. Bitch.” Your hand connected with his face almost immediately, head snapping to the side. Realizing what you did, you took a step back, immediately reevaluating the distance. As he held his cheek, feeling the sting come in as he hissed, his tongue pressing against the inside of his mouth as you spoke “..You deserved that.” He was blushing slightly, smiling, looking back over at her. Mumbling. “See? You’re a bitch.” You got irritated again, almost yelling “I am no-“ you sighed, stopping. “Honestly, you aren’t worth it. I’m not arguing whether I’d be good in a relationship or not. Either way we’d know you’d be horrible.” He rubbed his cheek, sighing. “Then why don’t we just date eachother? Not for real real but y’know. For fun. Fake, no love, no feelings. Who knows, maybe even sex could happen.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes “as if. Why would I date YOU. For fun at that?” He frowned, grabbing your hand. “Cmon. Valentine’s day is coming up and I know you’re alone. You never talk to any other guy rather than me and if you do, you never have interest. Don’t you want someone for that day?” Staring, taking interest finally but pulling your hand back. “Maybe I would. And so what if I’m not dating anyone, I’m NOT taking you up on this. Why would I get with you, even if it’s fake.” He sighed “You’re really stubborn.” He scratched his head and you scoffed. “Are you that desperate for a girlfriend that you come to me for something like that. That’s cute but Toru, baby. I’m not interested.”

He leaned back up, yawning. “I could get a girlfriend easily. They ask me out every week y’know but I’m not interested. Your little friend Tila asked on Monday. Maybe I should’ve gotten with her to piss you off.” Your face grew irritated as you turned around “Y’know. I’m not doing this with you. Why would I get mad over you dating someone. Let alone one of my friends I don’t like you. Do what you want.”

He let her go, but yelling out as she began to walk away. “Just think about it, okay? Romance is boring, yeah. BUT wouldn’t it genuinely be fun to just act like that? Like we’re teenagers fooling around?” You responded still walking away, a slight smile on your face. “I’ll get back to you on that.” You left, getting in your car and going home. Once you got to your apartment you took a shower and then dried off. Putting on moisturizer, blowdrying your hair, brushing it as you got dressed in a tanktop and sweat pants as you laid down and put your arm over your head. Muttering, “He’s so weird. I don’t know how he came to that conclusion “Oh, since we both think we can’t do good in a relationship, let’s fake date with benefits!”” You scoffed, laughing at the thought.

Then, your smile faded as your face grew a little hot. “He is attractive. And Valentine’s day is coming up, I don’t particularly want to be alone.” You sat up, leaning against your headboard, knees to your face. “Ahhh.. Satoru Gojo. Such a stupid, stupid man you are.”

You wanted to take him up on the offer but didn’t want to give in so easily. The next day a man took your interest. Some guy from your anatomy class. Satoru noticed cause you were talking to him less so one day he cornered you. “What, was my offer that bad? So bad it drove you away? Stop ignoring me.” you sighed and responded. “Cmon. It’s nothing like that. I’m just.. y’know?.. exploring my options!..yeah..” he scoffed, clicking his tongue and tilting his head. A mocking tone lurking in.  “You like someone.” You paused and looked away.

“Not like. Just interested.” He groaned, leaning away, “so? Who is it.” You scoffed. “As if I would tell you. Hah! You’re INSANE if you think I trust you enough with confidential information like that.” He saw your eyes go towards a guy who walked out of class, some dude that had a stereotypical look that screamed “I’m not good for you and I have an ego bigger than the world!” And he looked at you. “Really? Are you kidding me.” Your face flushed as you walked past him “Whatever satoru! It doesn’t matter!”

He sighed, speaking. “He’s friends with Suguru. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna go to a party on Saturday, come if you want to talk to him. It’s at that house on Wilker street. You’ll know when you see it.” You paused, looking back at him. Tilting your head a little. “Thank..you” he looked away, scratching his head. “Yeah. Whatever.”

ON SATURDAY, 9:27PM. - 🪽

You wore flare jeans with sneakers and a long sleeve v low cut. Your hair was down and your bangs were in a side part. You had on a bra that made your chest look more appealing than usual and a necklace that had a star on it was propped up nicely. You went inside and scanned the room. Soon enough, your heart fluttered as you saw the guy. You debated on whether to go or leave it alone, but you decided to go, walking up to him, tapping his shoulder.

He looked back and saw you. “? Hello.” You looked away. Scratching your head slightly, looking back at him. His face looked mocking. You felt sick. “Uhm..I was just wondering if you had a girlfriend?. I’m just..curious.” He paused, then tilted his head, laughing almost. “I don’t. But even if I did I wouldn’t go for you. You look so skimpy, no one wants someone who shows off their body like that.” Your brain paused. Skimpy? SKIMPY. YOU WERE FULLY COVERED EXCEPT FOR CLEAVAGE SHOWING. SKIMPY. That embarrassed, flushed demeanor faded instantly as you looked up, cocking your head to the side with an aggravated tone. “Hahh?. Skimpy? Are you kidding me?” He laughed, replying. “Yeah. Skimpy. Your sluttish look, don’t think I don’t know what you are. You’ve probably bed alot of men, huh?” You stared, then your hand connected with his face. Hard, so hard he stumbled. Sighing, as your hand returned to your side. Everyone was staring at you. “I don’t know who think you are, but that’s not how you talk to a lady. Let alone one that could probably get more pussy than you.”

You scoffed and walked away. Satoru was looking at him and he began laughing, but not for long as he turned back in your direction seeing your shaky demeanor as you walked out. He could see your arms going up, almost like to wipe your face as you walked out.

He wormed past everyone, walking past the guy. Turns out it was Naoya. Stinky guy, amirite? He declared “You deserved it.” as he went after you. You were out in the front yard, going back to your car, sniffling before Satoru caught your wrist. He was wearing a minecraft shirt with baggy jeans and sneakers. Fucking loser. Regardless if you guys argued and fought alot, he cared enough to ask. “You okay?” You paused. Shoulder shaking, sniffling, nodding your head. You didn’t turn around. His face scrunched as he tried to turn you around but you basically wrestled with him for him to not see your wet crying face. He eventually turned you around, pulling your hands away and sighed.

“God, you’re so stubborn. Why are you crying??” You sniffled, wiping your face. “What do you mean why? If you were a girl and got aired out like that, just because of how you were dressed, wouldn’t you be hurt? Especially by a guy you liked.” He snickered, looking away, mocking you. “Ohh, but I thought you only had interest-“ you retorted, voice breaking “SHUT UP! Don’t mock me, Satoru. You can do it any other time, just—not now.” Your flushed embarrassed demeanor came back. This was awful. You started crying harder, and he frowned. He knew you were still a girl, but he was so used to you being so mouthy and not being, well— so whiny. This was new. And honestly.. it kinda got him bothered. He held your face, thumb wiping away your tears, murmuring, “Stop crying, it gets me confused with how to react. I want you mouthy and rude. Not..whatever this is.” He hugged you, rubbing your back as you froze. 

Eventually, you let him hug you and you hugged back. You didn’t reply. He ended up taking you home with your car cause he didn’t want you to drive in a state like that. The car was quiet, and he held your hand the whole ride. You looked out the window. He got back to your apartment complex, as he parked and spoke. “We’re here.” You looked at him. “How are you gonna get home? You took my car.” He sighed, hand running through his hair. “I’m like, a hundred percent sure Shoko lives here. She can drive me back, even if she doesn’t want to I’ll force her.” You frowned, grip on his hand tightening. “Okay. Are you gonna walk me in?” He looked at you, looking at your hand, then your face. “D’you want me to?” Your face grew red. “N-no, you don-“

He cut you off. “I would’ve regardless. Don’t get so jittery with me now.” You both got out the car as he held your purse, going inside and up the stairs. You guys got to your apartment,and he went in to put your purse down in your room as you sat down. He scratched his head, stretching. “Well, I’m off.” He began to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist. He felt warm. He turned around as your muttered “stay.” came out. He stared at you, then spoke. “Have you hit your head? Why would I stay? Don’t tell me you’ve become-“ he saw your face. You looked like you wanted to cry again. He sighed and sat down, hand pulling your head towards him.

He played with your hair before your arms wrapped around him. His hand moved to hold your face, making you look at him. “You’re such a baby.” You pouted in his hands. “I’m sorry. I didnt mean to make you do all this tonight.” He paused. Then replied softly, “I did this willingly. I didn’t let you drive home, I decided to go after you when you walked out.” His thumb ran over your cheek occasionally. “M’not mad at you. I don’t have a reason to be angry.” Your heart fluttered. No way. No WAY. For him? For SATORU. You can’t like him. You can’t begin to either! You ignored the thoughts in your head, leaning in closer.

His eyes flicked to your lips, then your eyes. “What’re you doing?” Your hand traveled from his back to his face. Eyes looking up at him. Mumbling, “I don’t know.” You kissed him, and he let you. Not a minute later, he kissed back softly. Hand traveling to your face, back against the bed now. He was over you, arms on either side of you, panting slightly. “You sure you don’t want to fake date?” You paused, arms wrapping around him. “I meant to talk about that. If we do that, that means, well would sex be included? Physical contact?” he paused, scoffing “Is that only what you want me for?” You looked at him, hands on the side of his neck. “Well..yeah. You said no feelings. And I’m assuming the only one either of us can get is from promiscuity.”

He leaned down. “Yeah. That deal includes sex then.” You looked at him, bringing him down to kiss you, his body going between your legs as he grinded slightly. Your hips jerked slight as you whined a little. “Then yeah. Fake dating. Let’s do it.” He smiled against your lips, murmuring. “That’s my girl.” Full on grinding against you now, you could feel how hard he was and everytime he moved, it rubbed just right between your folds on your clit.  You shivered as he began to mess with your pants. Trying to get them off as you let him and you got his off. Precum was leaking through his boxers before you sighed.

“Only humping today? No penetration?” He groaned “No “baby”, no penetration. I’m sure that both of us are too tired to try and have actual sex, I’m so sorry you won’t be getting actual “intercourse” tonight.” You scoffed. “You sound stupid when you say that. That’s not how you dirty talk. “Intercourse” Seriously?” He shut you up by taking his dick out and sliding it against your panties. Your hands clenched around the bed as a moan slipped out. “Wait…hah.. too much already..” you looked down. He was big. Huge. His tip had a pretty soft pink flush color as well as precum leaked out of it. You flushed looking back up at him, his eyes were half lidded and unfocused as yours were half lidded but alert. He got faster and it stimulated you quickly, mind going into a scramble fast, so all you could do was hold onto him and he put his face in your neck. He whined into your neck, moaning. Vocal he was and you loved it honestly. When your nails dug into his back, that was his final straw. 

He kissed your neck before cumming and your hands clawed into his back as you came with him. He ruined your panties. His body grew limp against you as he muttered. “We should’ve done it normally.” You held him tightly. “No way in hell would I have let you stick that in me. Genuinely would’ve ruined my insides” He laughed softly, looking up at you, “Wouldn’t have been that bad.” You both sat there for a while, then, he kissed you. You were surprised but kissed back, his arms wrapping around you. Murmuring against your lips. “Take as much as you need from me from now on. I’ll give it to you. He began to grow lazy and he fell asleep. He didn’t even clean up! But you sighed, rubbing his head, taking off his glasses and putting them on the nightstand. Words repeating in your head, “Don’t fall inlove.” This’ll be tricky.

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Nerdjo in tha day, fratjo in da night🤤

hello! This is actually my first time writing a fanfic so i apologize if some things really suck!

College au, CW: NSFW, dumbification, grinding. Lowk dunno that many names for things I js know I’m a freak!!

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INTRODUCTION~🪽

Satoru Gojo. Throughout college, third year in. You guys were at each-others throats, since he was the oh so, “smart one”, and you, my dumb sweet idiot. You were the supposed “dumb one”, regardless if you were basically on the same level, you fell behind a few steps. He figured that getting all up on you and debating everything you said in class was okay. But that was because he was the nerd. I know, right? Who even uses that terminology to describe a guy in COLLEGE. Well, you, I suppose. You’re low-key a loser. Anyway, you guys only had 2 classes, but since you scheduled them differently, it’d be a fair chance to see him and also not to see him at all. But since you both took computer science, and there was only two assigned times for that class which was 9:00am and 2:40pm, you both took the earliest one because in the morning, it was less packed. People didn’t want to get up, so it wasn’t rare to grab spot for the class in the morning. But even though Satoru was irritating, he has annoyingly good looks. Like seriously good looks. His silky white hair, beautiful blue eyes that saw through you. Eyebrow piercing and earrings that cooed your eyes, like it was smiling at you, they made him look more attractive than he already was. He even pulls off glasses! I know, I know. “How could a guy like that be so condescending?” Ask yourself all you want, but you’ll never get an answer out of that smug face of his.

Computer science, 9:20 AM. 

You were sitting seat down your seat, listening, then asked a question about something. And of course, He had to say something about it. His stupid fucking smirk as his pretty lips declared, “Huh? Are you so stupid you can’t comprehend basic stuff. How pitiful.” Your face grew red, turning around irritated as you shot back “Why do you always feel the need to chime in?! Honestly, it gets to a point! I swear you’re obsessed with me or something!” He paused, then stared and a grin grew on his face. Speaking, “Hmm, maybe I am. But I think you love it because you’re always throwing something back at me. Honestly, it’s kinda cute how you constantly try to defend yourself when you don’t say anything meaningful.” You stared, then your expression changed. Embarrassed, looking away completely. You got your bag, and left. The class had 40 minutes left of lecture, and you’re missing it. Because a guy hurt your feelings. You’re such a baby. But might as well just get your friend to study the notes with you later. As you went out the door, you could feel his gaze burning in the back of your head. Hearing him laughing, gawking even at the fact he got you so upset you actually had to leave the class. 

When you got home, back to your apartment you just went straight to your room and collapsed on your bed. Not even giving yourself a chance to get changed, you hugged your pillow, huffing, drifting off to sleep. You woke up 6 hours later, so it was now3:50PM. You checked your phone, seeing messages from your friend ALIANA asking if you wanted to go to some frat party. You said no but she begged and you eventually agreed. Party started at 8:00PM. So you decided in the meantime, might aswell get the notes from when you missed lecture. You took a shower, putting on baggy pants and a t-shirt, keeping your hair down and putting on sneakers to go to your friend’s dorm, given she lives on campus and you don’t. Grabbing your bookbag, keys, and phone, leaving your apartment going to your car and driving to her place. You knocked and she let you in, studying for 2 hours or so before leaving. It was now 6:15pm. Got home, and started getting ready for the party. Never really into dresses or fancy attire, given it’s a FRAT PARTY. You just wore shorts, a tanktop and a normal jacket, putting on bracelets and a necklace, doing your skincare and earrings. Leaving your hair shaggy because you pulled it off well, your outfit complimented your body quite well. Your hair also showed your lip ring and eyebrow piercing more. After spraying yourself down with fragrance, smelt like vanilla honestly, you left and waited for your friend to pick you up.

IN THE CAR - 🪽

You sigh, looking out the window in the passengers seat, muttering “honestly, did I really have to come? I realize I had my own choice to y’know, DENY, but you would never shut up if I didn’t.” Aliana looked at you for a second and rolled her eyes. She was wearing a babydoll top with flared jeans and heels, as her hair was down curved outwards at the bottom with a side part, she had brown hair with blonde streaks along with her face was very.. well attractive. Like from the movies, she looked like a stereotypical popular girl, why was she friends with you? I mean, you dress like you’re emo, honestly, it looks like she would bully you. But she doesn’t. She sighed and she spoke. “Well, I just wanted you get out of your little hole. You never come outside ever since starting this year! You just sit inside and pour yourself into studies. You don’t even give any guy or girl a chance you just tell them off because they’re “inconvenient”. I really love you, and I love hanging out with you, it pains me that you don’t come out that often.” You sighed. You couldn’t really argue, all you’ve been doing is going to school and going home, and if you spoke in school it was towards.. him. Satoru. Your face grew annoyed at the thought, wanting to slap those stupid glasses off his face, wanting to see him atleast be as half affected as you were by his words. How he spoke down on you. How you flushed when he called you names. You rubbed your temple and you murmured. “I can’t argue with that. Im sorry Ali. I like hanging out with you too, I..I just want to focus more. First year I barely got by, second year was hell and I’m really wanting to try this year.” Aliana stopped the car at some house, the lights were already on, music playing, people outside having fun. It was now 8:06PM. She sighed and rubbed your shoulder, “It’s okay. I know, and thats fine. Just, have fun tonight okay? When you want to go just hit me a text and I’ll answer. Now let’s go drink and have fun.” A slight smile left your face as you sighed and held her hand. “Okay.”

First hour, you saw some people you spoke to, having small talk but you began to just stand in the corner, watching everyone move around. People kidding, grinding on each-other. Honestly, no self respect I must say. 2nd hour, was boring. Moved around but eventually went back to your little corner…Until, you saw him. Satoru fucking Gojo. But he looked like a whole different guy. No glasses, a cap on his head and he wore a wifebeater with baggy sweatpants and sneakers. He looked like a frat guy!! But, you couldn’t deny he looked good. His earring gleamed when it hit light, his eyebrow piercing basically grinning at you. Why was he here?.. let alone you couldn’t fathom the fact he looked more attractive than usual. You immediately turned around to walk before he could spot you but you basically felt his face light up in enjoyment as he called out to you. You can’t be serious. His voice sounded gleeful, an undertone of amusement. “Hey, brat. I see you y’know, are you really gonna walk away before giving your favorite guy a hey?” You sighed, basically feeling impending doom. You turned around, face evident of annoyance. “Uh. Right. Hi? I guess. Funny seeing you here.” He smirked, looking down at you, taking a sip of his drink, then speaking, “Hmm, yeah. It is right? After your little breakdown of leaving class, really, I was wondering what you did with your pathetic self. Felt a little bad you ran off like that, baby.” His tone was mocking. You stared at him as your face twisted with a scowl. “Don’t call me that, and sure. Right. I’m POSITIVE you missed me, so the first thing you do when you see me again is nag me, dickride me, and degrade me. You’re such a loser, I don’t understand what you genuinely get out of this.” Scoffing, looking at his face as his expression grew at your words. He had a huge fucking grin on his face now, having a snicker in his voice.

“Mmmh.. you’re so rude to me, I don’t know why.” He takes a glance at your outfit, eyes lingering on your body longer than needed. Gaze darkening. You notice and speak up “My eyes are up here.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Can’t even enjoy the view anymore? God forbid a guy appreciates an attractive body.” You stare, like an are you serious stare. Your face gets heated, you feel it and you turn around to avoid his gaze. “What a freaking pervert. Such a contrast to the you in class, speaking of that, where even are your glasses?” He sees that you turn around, grabbing your waist to spin you around to look at him, hand lingering on your waist longer than needed, head tilting. Hand splayed over your side, thumb caressing the side, his voice bitter as you let him. And you were getting on the girls for grinding on a guy when you’re letting the dickwad that you supposedly “hate” even grab you like this. He murmured, eyes half lidded now, hand on your face. “What.. you don’t like how I look right now? Want my glasses on? Wanna put them on for me?” He pouted almost when he realized you weren’t looking at him, his fingers went to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Cmon. I’d rather you look at me while you speak. You can do that for me, right baby?” You backed away almost immediately. Looking at him. He looked needy. Crossing your arms, looking away as he reluctantly brought his hand back to his side, going in his pockets. He sighed. “You’re aggravating.” You rubbed your temple. Your body felt warm. It was the alcohol. Had to be. HAS to be. You muttered, voice resigned. “Can you just. Not do that?” He looked at you, questioning, then amusement spread across his face. “Hmm?” He purred, leaning in. “You look tense…nd not do what? I’m just talking to you. Honestly, you can’t be bothered, right?” Your eyes darted to him, face visibly irritated now, backing up. “Why can you never just go away! You’re so fucking confusing, it’s aggravating at this point. In class you bully me, you retort at my statements, you just keep doing shit that you know will irritate me! Now you’re grabbing me, looking at me like you NEED something from me, calling me pet names, seriously, Satoru! What even is this!”  

He stared at you, face going blank. Then agitated. A tone in his voice appeared, a foreign one. You’ve never genuinely heard him mad. “I don’t know? I came here to have fun, then I spot you. I try to be nice and say hi, but you’re so closed off!” You almost laugh, annoyance growing. “How am I supposed to even interact with you! You’re always such a douche to me when I try to even be myself in lectures or you pass by me with some snarky comment! I don’t know about you, but honestly, it gets to a point and you crossed it long ago!” You were out of breath. You looked away, hands clenching as you basically bit your tongue from saying anything more. He responded, voice blank of any emotion now but you could hear an undertone of anger. “Right. As if you tried to stop, as if you tried to shut YOUR mouth, as if YOU don’t do the same thing. You aren’t a victim, you’re far from that. So stop acting like you are because genuinely, you aren’t even in a position to even be mad when you do the same shit to me.” He scoffed. Taking his cap off, hand running through his hair trying to calm himself as he muttered to himself. “Fuck this.” He walked away. You felt a sense of guilt. He was right. You never tried to truly put a stop, you just retorted and made snide comments, just as he did. If anything, a part inside you loved the arguing. Loved the banter, adored the name calling even. Hearing him talk down on you, in his voice, that smug, condescending, mocking tone. It was arousing. Leaning against the wall, you slid down to the floor, holding your drink, then putting it down, hands sliding down your face. “Fuck.”

Pulling out your phone, hovering over Alianas contact, debating on saying “let’s go.” But she was most likely having fun, you don’t want to ruin that. Along with the fact, Satoru GOT to you. So you put away your phone, and went to look for him. After a few minutes you found him speaking to a girl, touching his arm, laughing at his jokes. You felt irritated. You went up to him, tapping on his arm, he looked back, and sighed. You looked at him, then away. “Can we talk.?” You muttered. His face grew surprised, nudging the girl off softly, mumbling “I’ll be back.” as he took you outside in the back to the porch. You were surprised but you let him. Sitting down, as he sat next to you. He spoke “So?.” Your breath hitched a little before speaking and looking at him. “I’m.. I’m sorry for earlier. You’re right. I haven’t made any moves to stop the “bullying” because I always reciprocated it. I always did it back, even started it sometimes. I’m not the victim. I’m sorry I got so defensive.” He paused, then stared at you, lips growing into smile, eyes gleaming like a kid. “Oh.. yeah. It’s. It’s alright. I’ve been doing the same thing. I can’t blame you. I guess.. I just wanted to speak to you tonight, and I immediately assumed that we could talk normally.” Your face softened. Your elbows propped up on your legs as you held your face and your head tilted, looking at him with a soft smile. “You’re really peculiar, Satoru.” He swore he felt his heart burst. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. Did he even have a right to? 

He laughed a little, rubbing his head. “Mm. I can say the same about you.” Rolling your eyes, you sighed. 

Now at his place. ~ 🤍

Well. How’d you get here. I bet you’re asking that question, aren’t you, ya little EASY dummy. Well. I’ll tell you!

At the porch, 2 hours into the party

You guys were talking for a bit, realizing that he wasn’t all that bad when he was being a dickhead. You found yourself laughing, and you found him reciprocating your energy. But still, the whole frat thing caught you off-guard. Honestly never pegged him for that but, FUCK. He looked good either way. As a nerd or a frat, you’d probably still find him attractive. He caught you staring and he smiled. “You’re staring.” Your voice was soft. Content. “I know.” You said as you leaned back against the railing. He eventually went back inside, saying bye and you felt a little upset to see him go, but you waved back too. 

Minutes later - 🪽

You went back inside eventually, and everyone was playing a game. “7 minutes in heaven”. You were about to walk away until Aliana pulled you to sit down with her and she grinned. “Cmon! I haven’t seen you all night, let’s play this! It’ll be fun~~. You might even find a guy you like.” Reluctant you tried to pull away but she kept you with, putting and fluttering her eyelashes with a whiny voice. “Cmon. Please?” You sighed, relaxing and nodding. “Okay. Fine. Sure.” But, he, was playing too. He saw you and his face basically lit up, you could see it in his eyes and you screamed internally, forcing yourself to look away. The bottle started spinning, a two people went in first. A girl and another girl. Timer starts and they come out seven minutes later, lipstick smudged on one of their necks while the other looked dazed. This process repeats with different people, until. He spun. And it landed on YOU. You stared, then at Aliana, the people started pulling you up as he was already waiting. You tried to refuse. “Wait, wait no! I’m not-“ you were shoved in and the door locked. Someone yelled “TIMER STARTS NOW!” The closet was tight, and honestly, it didn’t have that much of a good smell. But, his cologne filled your lungs and suddenly you felt intoxicated. Looking up, seeing his face.

IN THE CLOSET - 🤍

You muttered, “so.. funny seeing you here! Amirite!!…” he almost laughed, crossing his arms, rolling his eyes as he leaned on the wall. “God, you’re terrible in these situations.” Your face grew embarrassed as you scratched your head, playing with your hair to distract yourself. “I don’t how I’m supposed to react. Not to mention this closet really stinks so that’s distracting.” Even though he has a tough facade on, you could see a slight flush. Must’ve been the alcohol, right? But his eyebrows were slightly furrowed as he looked back at you and you looked away.  

TWAS NOT THE ALCOHOL, I MUST SAY!

One minute has now passed

You spoke, looking up at him. “Look, we don’t have to do anything. I’m not really into this stuff anyway, honestly embarrassing to do.” He rolled his eyes as he sighed. “I didn’t play this game just to not get anything from it. But if you don’t want to, that’s that. I’m not going to force you to do stuff for the sake of your comfort.” You looked at him, he was playing with his hands, and you noticed, laughing almost as your tone grew mocking. “Satoru…are you.. nervous?” He froze and spoke almost immediately but he tripped over his words, “I..I’ve got no reason to be nervous! If anything, I could kiss you with no hesitation whatsoever!” Your smirk dropped almost immediately, expression replaced with a flushed questioning look as it went quiet. The only thing you could hear was breathing as he began to regret what he said but,  he moved forward, eyes half lidded. His voice soft, low. “Do you want to..?” Blood rushed to your face, softly replying. “Mhm. We can.” As soon as he got the yes, he held your waist, hand on the side of your neck as he kissed under your eye. His lips were so soft, so soft that the action made you shiver as your hands went up to grip the back of his shirt. 

Three minutes have passed.

He got to your lips and looked at you, his breath hot against your mouth as his hand traveled to your cheek. “Are you sure?” You paused, then nodded. More enthusiastically than need. “Yeah. Of course.” He smirked, then kissed you. He tasted sweet, it was intoxicating, so much that you couldn’t move before you began to eagerly kiss back. Hands going to the side of his neck as one of his was still splayed across your side, slowly edging further down. You whimpered slightly against his lips feeling it as you arched slightly into his touch and he grinned. GRINNED AGAINST YOUR LIPS. A snicker slipped out as he pulled away, seeing your face red and your eyes darted away from him, he spoke. “What was that sound? Are you enjoying yourself?” He pressed against you, your body involuntarily arching against him again, slight friction happening as you spoke, voice uncertain. “I think you’re enjoying this more than I am.” He scoffed, grabbing your chin, leaning in again. “Yeah. I really am. And if you let me, I can make this way more fun for you.” He kissed you again, then your neck as you sighed softly as his hand reach the waistband of your shorts. He stopped, muttering against your neck. “Can I? Am I allowed to touch you, angel?” You nodded quickly, the nickname making your heart flutter as you began to feel lightheaded. How could he say things like that while he’s touching you like this? Fuck. It was distracting, so much that you couldn’t form a coherent thought. You just rubbed his head, saying “Yes. Please.”

4 minutes. You’ve got 3 minutes left.

He bit your neck slightly before his hand slid down your shorts, then panties, feeling how wet you were. “Hmm. Think I can get you off in 3 minutes baby?” You nodded, you were already sensitive due to prior arousal, so him touching you with 3 minutes, you could come apart easily. He laughed, leaning up to capture your lips, fingers now coated with your slick as he rubbed your clit. Whining against his lips and he lulled, “You’re okay.. you can do this for me sweetheart. C’mon baby.. s’good for me.” You bit his lip slightly and he groaned, laughing. “Fuck, you’re feisty.” Muttering apologies and your nails clawed into his back, head on his shoulder, babbling now as you felt your body lock up and then convulse. He smirked, kissing your neck as you came. His voice was smug. “You came so easily sweetheart... You can’t last long when you’re pent up. Ecstatic to know that.” He removed his hands from your shorts. Holding you up then licking his fingers clean, sighing. Grinding against your thigh, a slight moan coming out. “Y’feel that?..Thats how much you affect me. N I can’t do anything about it right now cause we only got a minute left.” He grabbed your chin, seeing your teary eyed, flushed, braindead face. Laughing. “You look so stupid right now. I wonder how stupid you’d get if I really fucked your stupid dumb cunt.” He kissed your cheek before letting you go.

TIMER WENT OFF!

You went out first, thighs clenched, trying to wipe your face as you sat back down next to Aliana, leaning into her shoulder. She saw it. That look. How you looked disheveled, she almost laughed, but a snicker only came out, she patted your head, kissing your temple “aw, my poor baby. Finally got it good, didn’t you?” You felt embarrassed. Seriously. You came by the guy you “hate” hands. You sniffled, softly telling her to shut up. And HE came out smug. Scratching his head, annoyed a little he couldn’t get his release but he got you off and got to hear your stupid fucking whines and sobs so it was enough for him. He sat back down with his friends, laughing.

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Ahh! Again, I apologize if this was everywhere, I’m not familiar with fanfics🥹

also I’d work on a part two eventually on how you genuinely ended up at his place, im js showing the build up to it🥹

Nerdjo in tha day, fratjo in da night🤤

hello! This is actually my first time writing a fanfic so i apologize if some things really suck!

College au, CW: NSFW, dumbification, grinding. Lowk dunno that many names for things I js know I’m a freak!!

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INTRODUCTION~🪽

Satoru Gojo. Throughout college, third year in. You guys were at each-others throats, since he was the oh so, “smart one”, and you, my dumb sweet idiot. You were the supposed “dumb one”, regardless if you were basically on the same level, you fell behind a few steps. He figured that getting all up on you and debating everything you said in class was okay. But that was because he was the nerd. I know, right? Who even uses that terminology to describe a guy in COLLEGE. Well, you, I suppose. You’re low-key a loser. Anyway, you guys only had 2 classes, but since you scheduled them differently, it’d be a fair chance to see him and also not to see him at all. But since you both took computer science, and there was only two assigned times for that class which was 9:00am and 2:40pm, you both took the earliest one because in the morning, it was less packed. People didn’t want to get up, so it wasn’t rare to grab spot for the class in the morning. But even though Satoru was irritating, he has annoyingly good looks. Like seriously good looks. His silky white hair, beautiful blue eyes that saw through you. Eyebrow piercing and earrings that cooed your eyes, like it was smiling at you, they made him look more attractive than he already was. He even pulls off glasses! I know, I know. “How could a guy like that be so condescending?” Ask yourself all you want, but you’ll never get an answer out of that smug face of his.

Computer science, 9:20 AM. 

You were sitting seat down your seat, listening, then asked a question about something. And of course, He had to say something about it. His stupid fucking smirk as his pretty lips declared, “Huh? Are you so stupid you can’t comprehend basic stuff. How pitiful.” Your face grew red, turning around irritated as you shot back “Why do you always feel the need to chime in?! Honestly, it gets to a point! I swear you’re obsessed with me or something!” He paused, then stared and a grin grew on his face. Speaking, “Hmm, maybe I am. But I think you love it because you’re always throwing something back at me. Honestly, it’s kinda cute how you constantly try to defend yourself when you don’t say anything meaningful.” You stared, then your expression changed. Embarrassed, looking away completely. You got your bag, and left. The class had 40 minutes left of lecture, and you’re missing it. Because a guy hurt your feelings. You’re such a baby. But might as well just get your friend to study the notes with you later. As you went out the door, you could feel his gaze burning in the back of your head. Hearing him laughing, gawking even at the fact he got you so upset you actually had to leave the class. 

When you got home, back to your apartment you just went straight to your room and collapsed on your bed. Not even giving yourself a chance to get changed, you hugged your pillow, huffing, drifting off to sleep. You woke up 6 hours later, so it was now3:50PM. You checked your phone, seeing messages from your friend ALIANA asking if you wanted to go to some frat party. You said no but she begged and you eventually agreed. Party started at 8:00PM. So you decided in the meantime, might aswell get the notes from when you missed lecture. You took a shower, putting on baggy pants and a t-shirt, keeping your hair down and putting on sneakers to go to your friend’s dorm, given she lives on campus and you don’t. Grabbing your bookbag, keys, and phone, leaving your apartment going to your car and driving to her place. You knocked and she let you in, studying for 2 hours or so before leaving. It was now 6:15pm. Got home, and started getting ready for the party. Never really into dresses or fancy attire, given it’s a FRAT PARTY. You just wore shorts, a tanktop and a normal jacket, putting on bracelets and a necklace, doing your skincare and earrings. Leaving your hair shaggy because you pulled it off well, your outfit complimented your body quite well. Your hair also showed your lip ring and eyebrow piercing more. After spraying yourself down with fragrance, smelt like vanilla honestly, you left and waited for your friend to pick you up.

IN THE CAR - 🪽

You sigh, looking out the window in the passengers seat, muttering “honestly, did I really have to come? I realize I had my own choice to y’know, DENY, but you would never shut up if I didn’t.” Aliana looked at you for a second and rolled her eyes. She was wearing a babydoll top with flared jeans and heels, as her hair was down curved outwards at the bottom with a side part, she had brown hair with blonde streaks along with her face was very.. well attractive. Like from the movies, she looked like a stereotypical popular girl, why was she friends with you? I mean, you dress like you’re emo, honestly, it looks like she would bully you. But she doesn’t. She sighed and she spoke. “Well, I just wanted you get out of your little hole. You never come outside ever since starting this year! You just sit inside and pour yourself into studies. You don’t even give any guy or girl a chance you just tell them off because they’re “inconvenient”. I really love you, and I love hanging out with you, it pains me that you don’t come out that often.” You sighed. You couldn’t really argue, all you’ve been doing is going to school and going home, and if you spoke in school it was towards.. him. Satoru. Your face grew annoyed at the thought, wanting to slap those stupid glasses off his face, wanting to see him atleast be as half affected as you were by his words. How he spoke down on you. How you flushed when he called you names. You rubbed your temple and you murmured. “I can’t argue with that. Im sorry Ali. I like hanging out with you too, I..I just want to focus more. First year I barely got by, second year was hell and I’m really wanting to try this year.” Aliana stopped the car at some house, the lights were already on, music playing, people outside having fun. It was now 8:06PM. She sighed and rubbed your shoulder, “It’s okay. I know, and thats fine. Just, have fun tonight okay? When you want to go just hit me a text and I’ll answer. Now let’s go drink and have fun.” A slight smile left your face as you sighed and held her hand. “Okay.”

First hour, you saw some people you spoke to, having small talk but you began to just stand in the corner, watching everyone move around. People kidding, grinding on each-other. Honestly, no self respect I must say. 2nd hour, was boring. Moved around but eventually went back to your little corner…Until, you saw him. Satoru fucking Gojo. But he looked like a whole different guy. No glasses, a cap on his head and he wore a wifebeater with baggy sweatpants and sneakers. He looked like a frat guy!! But, you couldn’t deny he looked good. His earring gleamed when it hit light, his eyebrow piercing basically grinning at you. Why was he here?.. let alone you couldn’t fathom the fact he looked more attractive than usual. You immediately turned around to walk before he could spot you but you basically felt his face light up in enjoyment as he called out to you. You can’t be serious. His voice sounded gleeful, an undertone of amusement. “Hey, brat. I see you y’know, are you really gonna walk away before giving your favorite guy a hey?” You sighed, basically feeling impending doom. You turned around, face evident of annoyance. “Uh. Right. Hi? I guess. Funny seeing you here.” He smirked, looking down at you, taking a sip of his drink, then speaking, “Hmm, yeah. It is right? After your little breakdown of leaving class, really, I was wondering what you did with your pathetic self. Felt a little bad you ran off like that, baby.” His tone was mocking. You stared at him as your face twisted with a scowl. “Don’t call me that, and sure. Right. I’m POSITIVE you missed me, so the first thing you do when you see me again is nag me, dickride me, and degrade me. You’re such a loser, I don’t understand what you genuinely get out of this.” Scoffing, looking at his face as his expression grew at your words. He had a huge fucking grin on his face now, having a snicker in his voice.

“Mmmh.. you’re so rude to me, I don’t know why.” He takes a glance at your outfit, eyes lingering on your body longer than needed. Gaze darkening. You notice and speak up “My eyes are up here.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Can’t even enjoy the view anymore? God forbid a guy appreciates an attractive body.” You stare, like an are you serious stare. Your face gets heated, you feel it and you turn around to avoid his gaze. “What a freaking pervert. Such a contrast to the you in class, speaking of that, where even are your glasses?” He sees that you turn around, grabbing your waist to spin you around to look at him, hand lingering on your waist longer than needed, head tilting. Hand splayed over your side, thumb caressing the side, his voice bitter as you let him. And you were getting on the girls for grinding on a guy when you’re letting the dickwad that you supposedly “hate” even grab you like this. He murmured, eyes half lidded now, hand on your face. “What.. you don’t like how I look right now? Want my glasses on? Wanna put them on for me?” He pouted almost when he realized you weren’t looking at him, his fingers went to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Cmon. I’d rather you look at me while you speak. You can do that for me, right baby?” You backed away almost immediately. Looking at him. He looked needy. Crossing your arms, looking away as he reluctantly brought his hand back to his side, going in his pockets. He sighed. “You’re aggravating.” You rubbed your temple. Your body felt warm. It was the alcohol. Had to be. HAS to be. You muttered, voice resigned. “Can you just. Not do that?” He looked at you, questioning, then amusement spread across his face. “Hmm?” He purred, leaning in. “You look tense…nd not do what? I’m just talking to you. Honestly, you can’t be bothered, right?” Your eyes darted to him, face visibly irritated now, backing up. “Why can you never just go away! You’re so fucking confusing, it’s aggravating at this point. In class you bully me, you retort at my statements, you just keep doing shit that you know will irritate me! Now you’re grabbing me, looking at me like you NEED something from me, calling me pet names, seriously, Satoru! What even is this!”  

He stared at you, face going blank. Then agitated. A tone in his voice appeared, a foreign one. You’ve never genuinely heard him mad. “I don’t know? I came here to have fun, then I spot you. I try to be nice and say hi, but you’re so closed off!” You almost laugh, annoyance growing. “How am I supposed to even interact with you! You’re always such a douche to me when I try to even be myself in lectures or you pass by me with some snarky comment! I don’t know about you, but honestly, it gets to a point and you crossed it long ago!” You were out of breath. You looked away, hands clenching as you basically bit your tongue from saying anything more. He responded, voice blank of any emotion now but you could hear an undertone of anger. “Right. As if you tried to stop, as if you tried to shut YOUR mouth, as if YOU don’t do the same thing. You aren’t a victim, you’re far from that. So stop acting like you are because genuinely, you aren’t even in a position to even be mad when you do the same shit to me.” He scoffed. Taking his cap off, hand running through his hair trying to calm himself as he muttered to himself. “Fuck this.” He walked away. You felt a sense of guilt. He was right. You never tried to truly put a stop, you just retorted and made snide comments, just as he did. If anything, a part inside you loved the arguing. Loved the banter, adored the name calling even. Hearing him talk down on you, in his voice, that smug, condescending, mocking tone. It was arousing. Leaning against the wall, you slid down to the floor, holding your drink, then putting it down, hands sliding down your face. “Fuck.”

Pulling out your phone, hovering over Alianas contact, debating on saying “let’s go.” But she was most likely having fun, you don’t want to ruin that. Along with the fact, Satoru GOT to you. So you put away your phone, and went to look for him. After a few minutes you found him speaking to a girl, touching his arm, laughing at his jokes. You felt irritated. You went up to him, tapping on his arm, he looked back, and sighed. You looked at him, then away. “Can we talk.?” You muttered. His face grew surprised, nudging the girl off softly, mumbling “I’ll be back.” as he took you outside in the back to the porch. You were surprised but you let him. Sitting down, as he sat next to you. He spoke “So?.” Your breath hitched a little before speaking and looking at him. “I’m.. I’m sorry for earlier. You’re right. I haven’t made any moves to stop the “bullying” because I always reciprocated it. I always did it back, even started it sometimes. I’m not the victim. I’m sorry I got so defensive.” He paused, then stared at you, lips growing into smile, eyes gleaming like a kid. “Oh.. yeah. It’s. It’s alright. I’ve been doing the same thing. I can’t blame you. I guess.. I just wanted to speak to you tonight, and I immediately assumed that we could talk normally.” Your face softened. Your elbows propped up on your legs as you held your face and your head tilted, looking at him with a soft smile. “You’re really peculiar, Satoru.” He swore he felt his heart burst. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. Did he even have a right to? 

He laughed a little, rubbing his head. “Mm. I can say the same about you.” Rolling your eyes, you sighed. 

Now at his place. ~ 🤍

Well. How’d you get here. I bet you’re asking that question, aren’t you, ya little EASY dummy. Well. I’ll tell you!

At the porch, 2 hours into the party

You guys were talking for a bit, realizing that he wasn’t all that bad when he was being a dickhead. You found yourself laughing, and you found him reciprocating your energy. But still, the whole frat thing caught you off-guard. Honestly never pegged him for that but, FUCK. He looked good either way. As a nerd or a frat, you’d probably still find him attractive. He caught you staring and he smiled. “You’re staring.” Your voice was soft. Content. “I know.” You said as you leaned back against the railing. He eventually went back inside, saying bye and you felt a little upset to see him go, but you waved back too. 

Minutes later - 🪽

You went back inside eventually, and everyone was playing a game. “7 minutes in heaven”. You were about to walk away until Aliana pulled you to sit down with her and she grinned. “Cmon! I haven’t seen you all night, let’s play this! It’ll be fun~~. You might even find a guy you like.” Reluctant you tried to pull away but she kept you with, putting and fluttering her eyelashes with a whiny voice. “Cmon. Please?” You sighed, relaxing and nodding. “Okay. Fine. Sure.” But, he, was playing too. He saw you and his face basically lit up, you could see it in his eyes and you screamed internally, forcing yourself to look away. The bottle started spinning, a two people went in first. A girl and another girl. Timer starts and they come out seven minutes later, lipstick smudged on one of their necks while the other looked dazed. This process repeats with different people, until. He spun. And it landed on YOU. You stared, then at Aliana, the people started pulling you up as he was already waiting. You tried to refuse. “Wait, wait no! I’m not-“ you were shoved in and the door locked. Someone yelled “TIMER STARTS NOW!” The closet was tight, and honestly, it didn’t have that much of a good smell. But, his cologne filled your lungs and suddenly you felt intoxicated. Looking up, seeing his face.

IN THE CLOSET - 🤍

You muttered, “so.. funny seeing you here! Amirite!!…” he almost laughed, crossing his arms, rolling his eyes as he leaned on the wall. “God, you’re terrible in these situations.” Your face grew embarrassed as you scratched your head, playing with your hair to distract yourself. “I don’t how I’m supposed to react. Not to mention this closet really stinks so that’s distracting.” Even though he has a tough facade on, you could see a slight flush. Must’ve been the alcohol, right? But his eyebrows were slightly furrowed as he looked back at you and you looked away.  

TWAS NOT THE ALCOHOL, I MUST SAY!

One minute has now passed

You spoke, looking up at him. “Look, we don’t have to do anything. I’m not really into this stuff anyway, honestly embarrassing to do.” He rolled his eyes as he sighed. “I didn’t play this game just to not get anything from it. But if you don’t want to, that’s that. I’m not going to force you to do stuff for the sake of your comfort.” You looked at him, he was playing with his hands, and you noticed, laughing almost as your tone grew mocking. “Satoru…are you.. nervous?” He froze and spoke almost immediately but he tripped over his words, “I..I’ve got no reason to be nervous! If anything, I could kiss you with no hesitation whatsoever!” Your smirk dropped almost immediately, expression replaced with a flushed questioning look as it went quiet. The only thing you could hear was breathing as he began to regret what he said but,  he moved forward, eyes half lidded. His voice soft, low. “Do you want to..?” Blood rushed to your face, softly replying. “Mhm. We can.” As soon as he got the yes, he held your waist, hand on the side of your neck as he kissed under your eye. His lips were so soft, so soft that the action made you shiver as your hands went up to grip the back of his shirt. 

Three minutes have passed.

He got to your lips and looked at you, his breath hot against your mouth as his hand traveled to your cheek. “Are you sure?” You paused, then nodded. More enthusiastically than need. “Yeah. Of course.” He smirked, then kissed you. He tasted sweet, it was intoxicating, so much that you couldn’t move before you began to eagerly kiss back. Hands going to the side of his neck as one of his was still splayed across your side, slowly edging further down. You whimpered slightly against his lips feeling it as you arched slightly into his touch and he grinned. GRINNED AGAINST YOUR LIPS. A snicker slipped out as he pulled away, seeing your face red and your eyes darted away from him, he spoke. “What was that sound? Are you enjoying yourself?” He pressed against you, your body involuntarily arching against him again, slight friction happening as you spoke, voice uncertain. “I think you’re enjoying this more than I am.” He scoffed, grabbing your chin, leaning in again. “Yeah. I really am. And if you let me, I can make this way more fun for you.” He kissed you again, then your neck as you sighed softly as his hand reach the waistband of your shorts. He stopped, muttering against your neck. “Can I? Am I allowed to touch you, angel?” You nodded quickly, the nickname making your heart flutter as you began to feel lightheaded. How could he say things like that while he’s touching you like this? Fuck. It was distracting, so much that you couldn’t form a coherent thought. You just rubbed his head, saying “Yes. Please.”

4 minutes. You’ve got 3 minutes left.

He bit your neck slightly before his hand slid down your shorts, then panties, feeling how wet you were. “Hmm. Think I can get you off in 3 minutes baby?” You nodded, you were already sensitive due to prior arousal, so him touching you with 3 minutes, you could come apart easily. He laughed, leaning up to capture your lips, fingers now coated with your slick as he rubbed your clit. Whining against his lips and he lulled, “You’re okay.. you can do this for me sweetheart. C’mon baby.. s’good for me.” You bit his lip slightly and he groaned, laughing. “Fuck, you’re feisty.” Muttering apologies and your nails clawed into his back, head on his shoulder, babbling now as you felt your body lock up and then convulse. He smirked, kissing your neck as you came. His voice was smug. “You came so easily sweetheart... You can’t last long when you’re pent up. Ecstatic to know that.” He removed his hands from your shorts. Holding you up then licking his fingers clean, sighing. Grinding against your thigh, a slight moan coming out. “Y’feel that?..Thats how much you affect me. N I can’t do anything about it right now cause we only got a minute left.” He grabbed your chin, seeing your teary eyed, flushed, braindead face. Laughing. “You look so stupid right now. I wonder how stupid you’d get if I really fucked your stupid dumb cunt.” He kissed your cheek before letting you go.

TIMER WENT OFF!

You went out first, thighs clenched, trying to wipe your face as you sat back down next to Aliana, leaning into her shoulder. She saw it. That look. How you looked disheveled, she almost laughed, but a snicker only came out, she patted your head, kissing your temple “aw, my poor baby. Finally got it good, didn’t you?” You felt embarrassed. Seriously. You came by the guy you “hate” hands. You sniffled, softly telling her to shut up. And HE came out smug. Scratching his head, annoyed a little he couldn’t get his release but he got you off and got to hear your stupid fucking whines and sobs so it was enough for him. He sat back down with his friends, laughing.

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Ahh! Again, I apologize if this was everywhere, I’m not familiar with fanfics🥹

also I’d work on a part two eventually on how you genuinely ended up at his place, im js showing the build up to it🥹