kaoz

you can’t stop thinking about the cute guy you bumped into at the party two weeks ago. you were already annoyed that day, because there wasn’t supposed to be a party in the first place. toji just convinced you, arguing that he needed to impress some girl. aka get his fucking dick wet and trash the place without taking any responsibility!

and then... he just had to annoy you even more.

the living room was packed. people you didn’t even recognize were already crowding the doorway, talking too loud, brushing past you like you didn’t live there. and a flare of annoyance lit up within you, a reminder that this was not supposed to happen today. you’re not even sure how toji managed to get this many people to come last minute, and it seems like it won’t be the end of it soon.

you groan, pushing the annoyance down. at least the place looks decent.

toji spots you first, walking up to you with a confident stride. he brings a calloused hand down onto your shoulder, the weight of it nearly grounding you to the floor.

“see? told ya,” he says, voice low and gravelly. he already looks wasted, a half-smirk playing onto his lips as he scans the room. “with this many people here, we’ll have the funds for everything and more.”

“yeah, if you don’t hoard it for yourself. and sukuna better be guarding the door.”

“you really have no faith in me, huh? relax man. always have y’r panties in bunch.”

you deadpan, shoving him off you. “y’know i’m not in the mood for bullshit tonight.”

toji hums, looking at you up and down, almost assessing, “yeah… you need to get laid. been an ass all week.”

your face scrunches up, “what does that have to do with anything?”

“see? your even denyin your need for pussy. fuck’s going on?”

you just groan, “nothin, just don’t fuck the place up. last time I had to pay 400 bucks out of pocket.”

toji ignores that. “you know i could hook ya with up this girl’s best friend if you want. she’s hot as fuck.”

“what? no. i just said—“

“is it your parents again?”

toji’s voice was quick and sharp. like it was a mix of purposely annoying you but also trying to check up on you. you tensed up quick. your blood began to boil at just the mention of your parents, and suddenly there was a million of thoughts swarming in your head…

the constant hovering, pressure, and expectations that followed you everywhere. you’re a grown man yet they don’t even treat you like one, and now you’re the one feeling like a fucking idiot. and you have deal with the frat, school and sports on top of everything.

“don’t,” you mutter, angrily, trying to stay in check.

 “you know shiu could easily help you out—“

“no. fucking quit it.” you snap, and it comes out too loud. too sharp. your heart races, and you felt stupid again. you dragged a hand down your face harshly, the pressure in your chest hitting you harder.

“fuck,” you mutter, scoffing as you walked away.

you could barely remember the party after that. you were practically seething at everything and nothing at the same time. up until the moment you made your way toward the kitchen.

 someone barreled into you—hard. your irritation spiked, and you spun, ready to snap. but instead, your jaw loosened, and your breath caught.

the guy who bumped into you was tall. almost as tall as you. he had snowy white hair and striking blue eyes. his cheeks were flushed, like he had either been kissed for hours or was just super drunk. he looked… unreal.

and for a moment, you forgot why you were angry. you just stared, drawn in by how pretty he was. the easy elegance, the way he looked both lost and at ease.

he blinked at you, swaying a little, and you knew he was for sure wasted. there was something cute about him. how his fingers brushed through his hair nervously, and the way his glasses slipped down his nose. his blue eyes caught the light, making them look even more hypnotic.

and then you got caught in a loop of thoughts you never asked for.

he stammered out a quick, “sorry!” voice soft and a little slurred, and then he slipped by you, almost too fast.

you caught a whiff of cologne. an expensive yet subtle scent. he disappeared into the crowd, and you were left standing there, heart pounding, wondering who the hell he was and why you suddenly felt that way. you shook it off and pushed into the kitchen, grabbing bottles, trying to look unbothered.

but now, you constantly have images of that cute guy with glasses stuck in your head.

fucking annoying. why do you have a stupid crush on some guy!

but the worst part of today has to be the way toji’s asking you to host another party just for his benefit.

toji’s stationed right in the front hallway, arms crossed and that familiar expectant look plastered across his stupid face. his eyes lock on you the second you come through the door. before you can even drop your gym bag, you know he wants something.

you sigh, bracing yourself. “what?” you ask, tone clipped.

he grins, like he’s been waiting for this all day. “got a plan. let’s throw another party saturday—big one.”

your annoyance rises. the last thing you want is another mess to clean up, another night of loud music and strangers trashing your place. “seriously? another party?”

toji shrugs, unapologetic. “well we’re a fuckin’ frat, what’d you expect? plus, i need the money—”

you grit your teeth, feeling your patience slip. you thought you’d get a break, but now you’ve got another headache waiting for you at home. “no fucking shit. but you just threw one for some pussy. we’re not throwing another just so you can get some extra cash.”

“c’mon, ‘s not that serious. do me this favor.”

you can’t help but laugh, “so you’re just stacking up on favors huh.”

toji shrugs, grinning, “guess so.”

you still feel tense at the thought of another party. but whatever. he’s right. you’re trying to be responsible over a frat. two weeks without a party sounds stupid now. and maybe you can unwind just a little. you’ve been too stuck up lately, too responsible.

“fine, but you’re setting up.”

toji grins wider, dapping you up, “bet, easy.”

and saturday rolls around in the blink of an eye.

the music’s already thumping through the walls, and laughter echoing from the kitchen to the porch. there’s people everywhere, bodies slick with sweat, red solo cups raised, everyone shouting over the noise. it’s wild. and for once you don’t feel annoyed. you feel alive.

toji spots you from across the living room, already surrounded by a crowd. he tosses you a beer, “yo, finally showed up. thought you were gonna bail.”

you just smirk, cracking it open. “nah, i’m here. what’d i miss?”

some girl in a sparkly top slides up next to you, laughing as she bumps your shoulder. “he’s been playing bartender, but his drinks suck,” she says, pointing at toji, who just shrugs and winks.

someone turns up the music, and the whole house seems to vibrate. you take a long swig and feel it hit you, warmth spreading through your chest. another girl grabs your hand, dragging you into the crowd. “come dance,” she shouts, her hair glowing under the neon lights.

you let yourself get pulled in, spinning around, your head buzzing. you talk to everyone. joking, flirting, letting loose. you catch yourself laughing way more than usual, even at stupid stuff. someone hands you a shot, and you down it without thinking.

and you start to understand. maybe you’ve been pissed lately  because deep down, you’ve missed this. the wild energy, the crowd, the reckless laughter that used to fill the house. for weeks, you’ve been worrying about everything. parents, school, sports, work, your friendships, even whether you’d have fun tonight. but standing here, music shaking the floor, you realize it’s been forever since you let yourself just be.

so you easily push the worries aside and let yourself get swept up by the party. you dance harder, yell louder, let your laughter ring out above the music. someone drags you into a game of beer pong. you lose, but don’t care. the night feels crazy. lights flashing, bodies moving….

but that’s when you spot him—the cute guy with blue eyes from the last party. the second you see him, your heart skips a beat, pounding way too loud in your chest. you force yourself to chill out.

still, you can’t help it. your eyes keep darting in his direction, and every time you look up, he’s already looking back. sometimes he gives you a shy little grin, sometimes you catch him glancing away. it turns into this game of eye tag that lasts all night.

and at one point, despite all the denial from days ago, you say fuck it. you’re not even thinking of that right now. you’re just thinking of him and his pretty face.

so you go up to him, and hover beside him, trying to look casual, feeling anything but. “hey,” you say awkwardly, red cup in your hand.

he blinks up at you behind his glasses, not expecting you to actually approach him. “oh, hey,” he says quietly, eyes darting away.

fuck, he so cute.

“are you here alone?” you question, taking a sip from your cup.

“uh, no.”

damn... he’s pretty quiet. and now you’re overthinking things. fuck! why are you being so weird about this? just talk to him, he’s a guy. this friend shit should be easy! you grip your cup, looking at his features again. and then you realize, he doesn’t look drunk at all this time... your fingers tap the rim of your cup and you shift your weight, trying to muster up a little confidence.

“do you want a drink?” you ask, glancing at him, voice a little hesitant as you nudge the cup toward him.

“no, sorry, i can’t...”

“why’re you apologizing?” you chuckle, giving him a playful smile, “how come? seemed pretty drunk at our last party.” you lean in a bit, remembering the way he stumbled last time.

his face bursts red, “what— you remember that!? i’m so sorry, i even bumped into you! so embarrassing...” he covers part of his face with his hand, clearly mortified, and shifts on his feet.

“it’s not, don’t worry about it.” you wave it off.

“it is. i kept thinking about it. and you looked mad—”

“mad? i wasn’t mad.”

“you looked mad. well , you looked mad the whole party...” he glances sideways at you, almost sheepish.

“you were payin’ attention to me?” you grin, eyebrows raised, leaning a little closer. and it somehow makes him even redder.

“no! that’s not—” he stammers, shaking his head quickly.

“relax, ‘m just teasing you.” you laugh, nudging him gently.

he laughs sheepishly, “...you really weren’t mad?” he peeks up at you, relief flickering in his eyes.

“no. not at you.” you shrug, giving him a warm smile as you try to reassure him.

“then at what?” he tilts his head, curiosity creeping into his expression.

“don’t worry about it,” you sigh, glancing away for a moment, before returning your attention to him and drumming your fingers lightly on the table. “so. how come you can’t drink this time?”

“i’m... the designated driver tonight,” he lightly chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“hm. for who?” you tilt your head, curious.

“geto. he’s really the only person i know here...”

“seriously? you’re friends with geto?”

“hey! what’s that supposed to mean!”

“my bad. I didn’t mean it like that. i just meant... you two are total opposites.”

“is that bad?” he asks, shifting his weight from foot to foot again.

“not at all. jus didn’t expect that. he’s cool. that guy knows everyone. but i’ve never seen you two together.” you glance at the crowd, then back at him.

“i just don’t go out much.” he looks down, fidgeting with his sleeve.

“why not?” you ask, leaning against the wall.

“’s just not my scene. i really only come to these parties for him.”

“hmm... makes sense. so you two are like… bestfriends?”

“yeah… i’ve known him since high school.” he smiles, a little nostalgic.

“damn, seriously? how come he’s not with you?”

he shrugs at that, “something about wanting me to ‘get out my bubble.’”

that makes you laugh, “so instead you're standing alone at the corner?”

“…you’re making me seem like a loser.” he laughs, shaking his head.

you laugh again, “sorry. it’s kinda cute.”

he blinks at you, like he’s not sure he heard you right. “cute?” he repeats, voice small, almost swallowed by the music.

you shrug, not even questioning why you said that. you just know it’s true. “yeah. you’re… cute.”

he lets out this tiny, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “you’re… really straightforward.”

“only when i feel like it.”

then the conversation just keeps flowing, like you have both slipped into your own little world. you’re surprised by how easily the words come, sometimes playful or teasing. maybe it’s the way you keep leaning in, or how your flirty comments slip out without even thinking. and at some point, you both finally pause to exchange names, laughing a little at how late it comes, like you had already known each other forever.

and as you talk about everything and nothing at the same time, you feel more relaxed than you have in ages. and…  you can’t help but want to get him alone.

you lean closer so he can hear you, “wanna go somewhere quieter?”

he blinks up at you, surprised. but he gains a little confidence because you’ve been flirty all night. and if you’re asking that... it must mean something, right?

“oh— uh… sure. if you want.”

you grab him through the crowd, hand brushing his wrist. you find a quieter corner near the back, near the stairs. it’s dim, almost hidden, and the music is muffled here.

“better?” you ask.

“i was handling it fine... but yeah, thanks,” he says softly.

you lean against the wall, watching him fidget, and you laugh, “still nervous after talking t’me all night?”

“no. i’m not nervous…”

you raise a brow. “but you’re fidgeting?”

he looks down at his hands, then back up at you with this tiny, smug tilt to his mouth. “maybe i just like keeping them busy.”

you grin, leaning a little closer. “yeah? and what’re you busy with right now?”

“talking to you,” he says simply. like it’s obvious.

“that all?”

gojo’s eyes flick up to yours, like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do next. you lean in, just enough that he has to tilt his chin up just to keep eye contact. “kinda feels like you want more.”

gojo blushes, yet he doesn’t back down. “i think you’re just convinced you’ve got me all figured out…”

“yeah,” you quickly reply, leaning in a little more. “you’re not that hard to read.”

“you’re too confident.”

you huff out a little laugh, “saying that as if you haven’t been acting like you’re scared of me for the past thirty minutes.”

“i’m not,” gojo murmurs. his usual awkwardness is still there, but there’s also something else behind it. “i just… don’t know where to put my hands when you’re looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

he gives you a cute pout, “like you’re waiting for me to mess up.”

“maybe you should just say whatever’s on your mind, hm?” you say, moving closer.

“well,” gojo huffs, “i think you talk a lot of game for someone who hasn’t done anything yet.”

you grin at that, “and what am i supposed to do?”

“i don’t know!” he whispers, face turning redder when he realizes how close you are. he looks at your lips for a second too long, glasses sliding down slightly. “…maybe i was just just hoping you’d be quiet for a minute.”

you open your mouth to reply, but the words never come out.

gojo closes the gap before you can blink. and it’s clumsy, in the most adorable way. you feel the frames of his glasses hit your forehead, and the second his lips hit yours, you can feel his nervous energy spike. like he thought he messed up or something.

but you groan, hand flying to the back of his hair, pushing him further against your lips. your fingers tighten in his hair, guiding him with confidence. his hesitance fades as you deepen the kiss. your hands show him where to stay, and his own settle at your waist.

he’s just so cute. so messy and uncoordinated… is it weird that it’s turning you on? you push him back against the corner, kissing him against the wall now. gojo whines, trying to match your pace.

“hah, shit,” you mutter, pulling back just to trail kisses against his neck. so cute, soft…

his hand grips harder onto your waist, clutching your shirt, “(name)…”

“you’re so cute— fuck,” you moan, kissing a spot under his ear, which makes him shiver.

gojo whines again, pushing you away from his neck, just to pull you in for another kiss. and you easily dominate it again, tongue lapping at his, swallowing every noise he makes.

“hah— fuck, wait, y’got me hard…” you say unashamedly, pressing one last kiss to his lips as you pull away.

gojo’s eyes snap open, looking down at the tent in your pants. how could you just say that like it’s normal!? his face turns red, and you step back to give him some space.

your face heats up, muttering an apology, but then—

his hands are rubbing all over your clothed dick.

you gasp louder than you meant to, “what’re you doing!?”

gojo doesn’t respond for a moment. he just continues to touch you, staring up at you with a flushed face, similar to the first time you saw him. beautiful and fucking seductive.

“keeping my hands busy,” he finally speaks, and you groan.

one hand flies up to cover your mouth once you remember you’re at a party. even though you’re hidden, anyone could still see. you moan into your hand, pressing further into his own, but you snap.

you grab his wrist, scanning the area before turning to lead him upstairs.

“where are we going?” gojo blinks.

“my room,” you say, like it’s obvious.

oh.

the moment the door closes behind you, everything is a blur. mouths crashing against each other hungrily and hands roaming everywhere. his hands lift up your shirt, and you oblige, swiftly taking it off.

he admires you for a second, face still flushed.

“something wrong?” you ask.

“no,” he says, but you can tell there’s something on his mind. you pull him deeper into your bedroom, and your legs hit your own bed, sitting down while he stands infront of you.

“y’sure?” you ask again, looking up at him, “are you a virgin?”

“wha—!? no! i’m not!“ he whines, just now getting onto his knees infront of you, like he’s trying to prove a point.

“then what’s up?” you push, hand moving to pet his hair reassuringly.

“i don’t… really hook up with strangers.”

you scoff lightly at ‘strangers,’ amusement flickering in your eyes. “strangers, huh?” but your hand stays in his hair. “…it’s fine if you want to stop, just say so.”

“no…” he starts, keeping eye contact. then, he full on starts rubbing his face against your hard on, “i want you.”

holy shit.

you can’t believe him at all. he’s always so shy. blushing, hesitating, then out of nowhere, he does something like this. he must be a secret perv.

“fuck…” you groan, laying further against your bed, elbows propping you up as you watch this stupidly cute nerd nuzzle against your cock. “you’re crazy.”

gojo’s hands roam up your thighs, finally working to unbutton your pants. you bite your lip in anticipation, huffing out a small laugh when he fishes out your cock, and gasps at the sight.

“what?” you grin, one of your hand returns to his hair, pushing him down a little.

“it’s… your really big,” gojo softly shrieks, and he dips down to give your dick some kitten-like licks. you tense up, moaning, gripping his hair tighter, “c’mon, you can do better than that.”

he mutters something under his breath, but you don’t pay attention to it. you let out a loud groan when he takes all of you into his mouth.

“ngh, fuck— yeaah, like that.”

gojo hums against you, swallowing you deep, soft hands wrapped around whatever he couldn’t fit. you watch with lidded eyes as he bobs his head like a fucking pro.

“oh shit! hah, so good… keep going,”

now, you seriously couldn’t understand him at all. you watch his cheeks flush, eyes big and so desperate, but his mouth does things that make your head spin. so shy but so damn demanding. you push him down farther, and it was surprisingly quick when you came, letting out a strangled sound.

gojo pulled back with a heavy breath, wiping his mouth shyly as he bats his white eyelashes at you. but before he can speak, you pick him up from the floor, shoving him onto your bed. then move ontop of him, lips smashing onto his.

gojo’s breath comes in soft, shaky puffs as you press your lips to his. you can feel his heart pounding against your own. he clings to your shoulders, bodies molding together on the bed. there’s a sense a hesitation in his movements, yet he arches into you and lets out another muffled whimper.

you hand trails down his side, thumb brushing over the exposed skin beneath his basic white tee, and gojo shivers at your touch. you pull back just enough to look into his flushed face, lips parted, his eyes searching yours for reassurance.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute,” you murmur, letting your fingers trace lazy circles on his waist. gojo bites his lip, a shy smile breaking through as he looks up at you. and without another word, you lean in again, capturing his mouth.

“mmh— you really like kissing huh..” gojo hums, soft gasps leaving as lips when you start to place wet kisses at his neck.

“guess so, somethin’ wrong with that?” you say, working to get rid of his shirt.

“no, i just didn’t expect it,” he says honestly, lifting his arms up to help you. he’s shirtless now, and you’re getting impatient.

“really wanna fuck ya,” you groan, reaching for his pants and shoving them off. he lets out this little wail at how fast you’re moving, but you’re already lifting his legs up, staring.

“don’t stare!” he shrieks, face heating up.

“why, i can’t look?” you hum, fingers trailing from his nipples, alll the way down to his ass. “you’re really hard, fuck.”

his face reddens even more, trying to close his legs, but you don’t let him. “don’t— angh!” he moans when your finger prods at his hole.

“don’t what?” you smile smugly, spitting out a fat glob of saliva right onto his entrance, spreading it with your thick fingers, slipping a thumb inside.

gojo throws his head back, already a whiny mess, “feels good…!”

“yeah?” you chuckle, finger curling deeper inside, “sensitive, huh? no one’s been taking care of this pretty ass?”

“hanh! don’t say stuff like that,” he whines.

“be honest, ‘toru.”

for a second, gojo freezes, eyes wide. then it hits him… you’ve never said his name out loud, until now. let alone that nickname. his heart thumps, heat racing up his neck.

his mind flashes back to earlier, the hazy memory of the moment you first exchanged names. in the middle of the conversation from just earlier today.

“wait a sec, i never got your name?”

“gojo. satoru,” he replied, watching your lips curl into a smile. “and you?”

“(name), jus’ call me whatever you want,” you said.

now, hearing you say “‘toru” for the first time, it feels different. like… maybe the start of something real? his cheeks burn, but he can’t help the way his chest aches a little, in a good way.

gojo’s mind returns to the current moment when you slip another finger inside, and he moans loudly, hand clutching onto your shoulders like a lifeline. “hnngg, (name!)”

“shit… i really wanna fuck you already,” you groan, fingers moving in and out of his tiny hole. “answer the question,”

“fuh…” gojo softly moans, back arching off the mattress.

“hmm? talk t’me, no one’s been touching you correctly?”

“no!” he wails, “hah! please— ‘m really gonna cum!”

“already? poor baby,” you reply, and that drives gojo over the edge. he almost fucks himself into your hand, crying out as he cums. you continue to finger him, riding out his high before pulling them out.

gojo pants with a flushed face, and you lean across him toward the nightstand. he looks over, and you’re reaching for both condoms and tissues.

you use the tissues to clean off the cum on his torso. gojo blushes, muttering a thanks, pushing up his glasses. you shrug, throwing the tissue, and impatiently putting the condom onto yourself.

“got me hard all day, fuck.”

“it’s… is that gonna fit—“

“don’t worry babe. i’ll make it fit.”

babe!? you just keep surprising him…

you push his legs a little closer to his chest, slapping your cock against his hole. he’s about to speak, but instead, he gasps with teary eyes. you pushed inside without warning, and the slap of your hips against his ass is quick.

“ah fuck! fuckin tight—“ you hiss, slapping his soft ass, and he moans, head thrown back yet again.

“wait—! i wasn’t…. angh!”

you lean in for a kiss, and he tries his best to kiss you back. but he’s already being fucked dumb. he’s never felt so full before—

“y’there ‘toru? c’mon, kiss me back.”

“i caaan’t” he whines, chest heaving as your cock drills inside of him. “feels so good! oh… god!”

“you feel s’good too— fuck,” his sweet, gummy walls stroke your dick with every clench, hips slapping against his own until they turn red.

“wait wait— ‘m gonna cum!” gojo cries out, but you don’t stop, you keep going until his cute cock jerks, spraying cum over his torso again. you cum a few seconds after, filling up the condom, slowly pulling out…

gojo expects you to be done now, but you're reaching for another condom, manhandling him into another position. “yeah, c’mon, face down ass up.”

and you’re filling him up again. leaning over just to press kisses onto his shoulder and whisper more dirty things into his ear. gojo has never, ever had sex like this! the chemistry was already undeniable, but this is just insane. he’s only ever been with two guys… and they still never made him feel like this.

“awh, what a cry baby,” you tease.

“ahhn..! ‘m not a cry baby— ohh… ‘s too much! ‘m gonna cumm..!”

“hah— yes you are, cryin’ all over my pillow. ah shit—! and you look so cute doin’ it. c’mon, toru, cum for me.”

gojo wails as his third orgasm crashes into him while your thick cock slams against his g-spot. it’s too much… in the best way possible. he lets out a final whine as you pull out, falling onto your mattress with a satisfied sigh.

wow.

for a few seconds it's quiet, just the bass from downstairs bleeding through the floor and the sound of your own breathing. your sheets are twisted up, your room smells like heat, and the adrenaline that carried you through it starts to drain out of your body.

you glance over at him on your bed, laying there like a damn angel. hair a mess, glasses slightly crooked, chest rising and falling like he's trying to catch up. he shifts closer without thinking, knee brushing yours like it's natural.

and that’s the problem. the second it starts to feel like something you might want, you feel your stomach drop. your brain scrambles for excuses— it was the alcohol, the week, the noise, the heat. anything but the fact that you’re sitting here in your room with him and you don’t want him to move away.

you swallow, jaw tight. you've spent your whole life knowing who you're supposed to be. the responsible son, the guy who keeps it together. the room feels too small all of a sudden. you sit up, reaching for your boxers like you need something to do with your hands. you don't look at him when you clear your throat. "hey," you start, voice rough. "you should probably head out."

for gojo, it takes a second for it to really land. he probably should’ve seen this coming…. random hookup with a stranger. and you’re a frat guy. that’s almost worse.

it was never supposed to be anything more. and yet…

he pushes himself up, legs very wobbly, grabbing for his clothes scattered across your floor. you’re not looking at him, and somehow that stings more than if you’d said anything cruel. he pulls his shirt over his head, tries not to let the little ache in his chest make it all the way to his face. "yeah, sure," he mumbles, voice thin.

still, he can't help but think, maybe he was stupid for wanting just a little bit more. but that’s not your problem, is it?

you watch as he leaves with that same flushed expression you couldn’t stop thinking about. then you flop onto your bed, covered in sweat, glistening with that post sex glow.

you’ve never had enough experience with guys for it to mean anything. at least that’s what you tell yourself, turning the thought over in your mind like it’ll eventually make it true. it doesn’t count... this is just a blip, something you’ll forget by morning. but even as you repeat that in your head...