frat boy! gojo or nerd! gojo? why not both!
ββ .β¦ nerdfratboy!gojo with his childhood bestfriend! girlfriend | MDNI, smut, fluff, modern au, college au, p in v, PWP, art not mine; credit to the artists above
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Yeah, yeah, flirty frat boy! gojo is great, loser and smartass nerd! gojo is hot and all, but what if he was simply just both?
There isn't a soul on campus who hasn't at least heard of your boyfriend. Co-president of his frat ΞΞ¦Ξ, host of every function, rager, and watch party that everyone swears by. Even if someone claims they don't know who Satoru is, they can't say the same about the Gojo name. Generations of old money can really do so much, including donating so much money that several buildings across the school have his family name plastered on them.
Because of this, as well as the fact that no one really sees him on campus, everyone automatically assumes that he's another nepo-baby, rich kid himbo. There's no way that someone this rich needs to put any effort into anything when they can pay someone to do it for himself, right?
Behind all the red solo cups, black amex and play boy persona is Gojo Satoru, round glasses pushed up his face and economic textbooks scattered across his room. His shelves hold various mathlete trophies and debate medals from his school days. Merch from various of his favorite games and anime line his desk. He's even got the completed PokΓ©dex poster hung above his bed.
You've known each other since childhood, experiencing the others best moments and awkward phases alike. Once high school came around, you both naturally started to see each other less and less. but it was common for both of you to think of the other occasionally, but nothing really came from it.
It wasn't until your and his second year at university that you really see him again. Gojo Satoru, who once as a kid memorized the unit circle for fun, was throwing back cup after cup as easily as breathing air.
For just a slight moment, you doubted this was the same person you grew up with. But as he set down his nth drink, those same striking eyes you embarrassingly still think about from time to time meets yours. it was as if you both were main characters in a drama, the world around you pausing as time seemed to still. at an instant you knew that despite the years, the physical changes, and the way he is very obviously much taller and bigger than you, this was still the same satoru you've come to know and loved.
your bodies floated to each other without a beat missed, and it was like time hadn't passed at all. the chemistry has burned bright, and it shouldn't have come to a surprise when you two started to officially date only a few months later.
there were rumors and gossip everywhere. gojo satoru, playboy and high socialite, dating some girl whose name wasn't widely known across campus. it's a matter of time, they're so different, she's so timid and he's so him, they'd say. but behind closed doors, you both are free to simply be the whole, complete versions that no one else gets to see. here, satoru isn't just the infamous frat boy or studious nerd, he was simply your satoru.
"fuck, please, keep moving like that f'me baby," satoru spoke, glasses slipping up with every bounce. your hands clasped togther in a desperate attempt to help your slowing bounces.
"c'mon" he grunts out of frustration, grabbing your hips and slamming them down, earning a moan from you. "i know you're not not givin up right now, princess."
"who said that?" you laughed in an effort to distract yourself from coming. you snatched his hands and freed yourself of his grasp, placing them at the bottom of his happy trail. "hands to yourself, toru."
"i'll listen to you this once, fuck," he whined, his pitch growing higher with every drop of your hips, him unsuccessfully trying to grind up you further.
"this close already. feel like it hasn't been too long, toru," you giggled at him in pity, hiding how close you are yourself.
"please, baby, inside. let me cum inside. don't wanna pull out." he begged, almost painting your insides white. to no avail, you shake your head, halting your movements immediately. "fuck did y'stop for baby?"
with that, satoru broke his hands free with minimal difficulty, grabbing your waist from above him and slamming you against the empty bed space beside him. his breath lingered in the cold air as he dragged you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, lifting your legs with your ankles on either side of his head. he swipes his glasses off his face, tossing them in the pile of both your clothes that litter the floor.
"a girl can't-" you sighed mid sentence, looking toward his cock to see it resting on the side of your thigh, "take a break?" you feel empty inside, not just waiting to be filled with not only cum but his dick itself. "can you put it in already, fuck, please?"
"patience baby," toru bent down to kiss you, smiling against your lips for a second or two. he rises up and begins grinding, sliding his tip against your clit. you squirm in desperation, trying to align his cock with your entrance before you started crying from annoyance. "need t'hear you beg."
"i said please already, asshole."
"who you callin' asshole, baby?" he asked, withdrawing his dick from your entrance nearly placing your legs back on the bed and began leaving before you said-
"please, baby. want it inside me. need you inside me." almost as an act of reward, he brushed his hand over your tit, stopping it to roll one nipple around with his thumb.
"want what inside you? my finger, my tongue? or my cock?"
"your cock, for god's fucking sake. your cock, please." you whined, the roles reversed. pushing his bangs away from his face he asks:
"i'll give you my cock if you can tell me what the formula is for kinetic energy?"
"toru, are you fucking serious right now?" he began pulling away again.
"1/2mv" the formula coming out in a desperate cry.
"squared." he corrected, the largest print of sass on his tongue. " I don't even think you want this dick as bad as you say." tears formed at your waterline, threatening to shed if you did not get stuffed full of him soon.
"1/2mv squared. m'sorry," tears now shedding, "i won't get another question wrong, i promise. just fuck me, please. i'll be-" interrupted with a slam of his hips, you were filled to the brim with every inch of his cock.
"as good as you thought it was gonna be, baby?" he questioned, almost like he was genuinely curious.
"yes. god, yes." his momentum picks up, and it doesn't take long you to see stars. thrust after thrust leaves you as breathless as the last. he efficiently reaches that sweet spot of yours, fucking you at an angle that creates the perfect mix of pleasure and oversimulation. with the crumble of sanity you have left, you can tell that satoru is reaching his limit. beads of his sweat fall on your chest, the cool liquid shocking your temperature.
your nails scratch down his toned back, sure to leave raging red marks that he'll surely lovingly complain about to you tomorrow. a deep groan escapes him, and satoru dives his head to the juncture at the base of your neck, leaving bites and marks alike.
"fuck, 'toru, people will see that." you can feel the bastards smirk along your skin, and a small laughter rumbles from his stomach. as if to make a point, satoru bites down right on your collar, kissing and licking the spot over and over. "can you- mmh, at least do it somewhere less obvious? i have a presentation tomorrow"
"not when its stopping me from making you the cumslut you are."
a moan involuntarily comes out, and its uncertain wether it came from you or satoru, probably both of you. his thrusts are getting messy, uncoordinated, and you can tell he's as close as you are. your hand makes it way to his head, threading through his swear-damp hair. as you move him to where you lips just graze his ear, you whisper a sultry "common 'toru, come with me, please, wanna come with you"
he lifts his head, and you can see how blown his pupils are. he's completely and utterly gone. his fingers skillfully rub circles against you aching clit, eliciting loud wail that sounds unfamiliar coming from you.
satoru buries himself deep inside you, the force simultaneously causing your own release to follow suit. satoru comes so hard that he's tearing up, jumbled words of "so fuckin' good f'me", "love you baby", "taking me so well" stumbling out of his lips. satoru helps you ride out your own orgasm, fucking his cum deeper into you.
later, maybe minutes or hours, it was difficult to tell, a comfortable silence surrounds you both. limbs sore and muscles aching, you feel satoru slowly pull out.
"mmgh.." a pout forms at the emptiness. satoru is quick to massage your thighs, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses along the expanse of skin. he's speaking softly to you, and while its a bit difficult to make out, you see him stand up and walk to the bathroom. only less than a moment passes and he's back with you, damp towel in hand as he cleans you up.
the glossiness in your eyes clear up, and you're met with a smiley satoru holding you close. between grabbing the towels and cleaning the mess you two just made, he somehow found time to crookedly place his round glasses back on his face.
you weakly bring your hands up to his face, adjusting the glasses properly. a red flush spreads across his cheeks like he didn't just rearrange your brain chemistry.
satoru gojo was known for his wits, his flirty personality and the endless flow of money that came with his name. he may be this, but he's also the same guy whose got you in his arms, embraced under the cool blankets and clean sheets, mumbling about the his recent report on stoichiometry he wrote up for one of his class.
all faces and versions of him sit with you, and you smile knowing that you have all of them to yourself.
ββ .β¦ a/n : shoutout to my friend @gojosbackscratcher for writing a good chuck on this while we were watching the superbowl. ty for embracing and matching my freak. love ya <3
