seven minutes in heaven with fratjo ♡︎

cw; fingering, virgin!reader, makeout, college au, unestablished relationship ꒰ based on this request ꒱

when the empty beer bottle landed on you, the room filled with hushed whispers and awkward laughter, everyone’s eyes on you. why? because 'the most frigid girl on campus’ was now supposed to spend seven minutes in a closet with satoru gojo.

satoru had a certain… reputation when it came to women. hence why his frat bro’s found this pairing particularly amusing, as did satoru’s ex-conquests stood nearby, giggling to themselves in their tiny mini skirts.

no one expected you to go into the closet with satoru — hell, they barely expected you to play the game in the first place. you wanted to prove them wrong so badly. to see the looks on their faces when you follow him upstairs.

"good luck, bro,” one of satoru’s frat bro’s boomed from across the room, "you’ll need it!"

fuck it.

"after you," you say, standing up from the couch, making direct eye contact with satoru, finally getting a good look at those infamous blue eyes.

shocked, he chugs down the rest of his drink, taking your hand, leading you upstairs to the notorious ‘hook up closet.’ you knew this was a bad idea, but truthfully, it felt good to prove people wrong — to finally show people you weren’t just some boring virgin.

as you reach the closet, satoru stops you from going in, placing one hand on your shoulder. "you don’t have to do this, y’know. i can always just tell people we hooked up or something," he says, appearing somewhat sincere away from prying eyes.

you think about it for a moment, looking down at your feet before meet in satoru’s gaze again, shaking your head. "no, it’s fine. i want to."

satoru shrugs, gesturing for you to go into the dark closet, following you in and closing the door behind him. it was a lot less spacious than you imagined it’d be — you were suddenly aware of how close he was, how his lips were about to be on yours.

"you really a virgin?" satoru asks, finding your hips and placing his hands on them without needing to see what he’s doing. it was like he’d done this a hundred times before (which he had).

your breath hitches at the contact, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. thank god he couldn’t see it. "yeah, i am. are you gonna stand here and tease me about it or are you gonna start the timer and kiss me already?"

you had no idea where that burst of confidence came from.

satoru chuckles. using one hand to pull his phone out from his pocket, setting a timer for seven minutes. "wasn’t gonna tease you about it, but sure."

your body tenses as you hear the timer begin, satoru’s phone casting a faint light on your face. "relax, princess. it’s only kissing," satoru grins, leaning in close enough for you to smell his minty breath.

one of his hands moves to the back of your head, almost cradling it, the other still resting on your hip. he closes the remaining distance between you both, pressing a slow, deep kiss to your lips.

you stand there, body still slightly stiff, being given an unfortunate reminder. not only were you a virgin, you’d also never been kissed. the white-haired asshole knew it, too.

"never been kissed, huh?" satoru smirks, rubbing his thumb over your hip. "are you really gonna waste time teasing me?" you scoff, lips only a couple inches from his.

"already told you i’m not teasing, baby. i actually think it’s kinda cute," satoru responds. you blush a little more, body relaxing slightly at his words. whether they were true or not.

he lets his lips brush your yours before kissing you again, letting it last longer this time. "let me lead, mkay?" he says after pulling away a fraction, then leaning back in to claim your lips once more.

after a few slow kisses, they become more frequent, a steady rhythm developing. "you’re a quick learner," satoru murmurs, one hand moving further upwards, now resting on your waist beneath your shirt.

your breath hitches again. satoru gives your waist a reassuring squeeze, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper. this time, his tongue enters your mouth, gliding against yours, body slowly melting against his.

satoru’s hand moves a little further up, now resting just below your breast. two minutes had just barely gone by and you were already becoming needy. so needy that a soft sigh leaves your lips, making satoru smirk against them.

"there it is," satoru says, slowly walking you back until you’re caged against one of the nearby walls, your hands eagerly trailing down the solid ridges of his abs. "there’s what?" you say, panting lightly as the kiss becomes more desperate.

"you’re enjoying yourself," satoru responds, brushing his thumb over your nipple, feeling it pebble under his touch. you sigh louder against his mouth, entirely lost in a haze of pleasure, becoming more worked up by the second.

"satoru—" you say breathlessly.

he grins again. "yeah, i know."

one hand reaches down to the button of your jeans, popping it open with ease as he pulls away to give you the chance to protest. to his surprise, you don’t. you were already too far gone — panties completely soaked.

satoru slips his hand down your panties, humming as he continues to kiss your now wet and swollen lips. "you really are a virgin, huh? shit— you’re soaked."

"shut u-"

that’s all you can manage before satoru silences you by circling your aching clit with two fingers, forehead pressed to yours as he lets you adjust to the sensation. "oh god—" you moan out, his fingers feeling much different than your own.

he glances over at his phone resting on the shelf nearby, four minutes remaining. "four minutes left, baby. plenty of time to make you cum."

with that, he slips two fingers inside of your sopping, virgin hole, beginning to curl them upwards repeatedly — thumb pressing on your clit. "hhnnn—shit," you moan, feeling satoru’s lips explore your neck, his other hand palming your breasts again.

"feels good, yeah?" making such pretty sounds," satoru purrs, painfully hard cock pressing against your thigh.

truthfully satoru was starting to lose his mind, not that he’d show it. the way you were purring like a kitten for him, how your pussy clenched around his digits — he’d never wanted to fuck someone so badly in his life.

your moans began to fill the atmosphere along with the lewd sounds of your wet cunt, head thrown back to give satoru more access to your neck. every curl of his fingers had you seeing stars, hands clutching his thin shirt for dear life.

"taking my fingers soooo well," he coos, praise pushing you closer to orgasm. satoru was unsurprised at the rapidness of your climax given you’d never been touched like this before, connecting his lips with yours again to swallow down your sweet moans.

"s-satoru, i think m’gonna—” you pause, panting heavily, pleasure making your body tense up, teetering on the edge of climax. "fuuckk—let go for me, baby" he encourages, pressing down a little harder on your throbbing clit.

with a sharp cry, you cum, holding satoru tight for stability — pussy fluttering around his fingers. "good girl," he praises, working you through it with those skilled fingers of his.

the timer beeps just as satoru withdraws his fingers, sucking them into his mouth to taste your release. "mm, wouldve used my tongue if i knew you tasted this good."

you shove at his chest weakly, adjusting your clothes, beginning to feel a sudden wave of half guilt, half satisfaction from what you’d done with satoru.

both of you leave the closet, now stood in the light, making eye contact once more. "hey, so-" satoru begins before your cut him off abruptly.

"yeah yeah, i get it. we’ll never see each other again," you say, rolling your eyes before looking down, raising your eyebrows at the evident tent in satoru’s pants. "i was actually gonna say you should stop by my dorm sometime," he finishes.

satoru gojo wanted to see you again?

a/n; i had to rewrite this cus my laptop crashed and i lost everything </3 so sorry if this is ass and has like 100 errors LMAO

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squirting all over toji's face ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

you’re straddling toji’s face before you can talk yourself out of it.

his hands are already on your thighs, big and rough, spreading you open as he looks up at you with that lazy, cocky smirk that makes your stomach twist. he’s shirtless, stretched out on the bed like he owns the whole damn room, all thick muscle and old scars and that smug little tilt to his mouth.

his chest is broad, heavy, rising slow under you. veins stand out along his forearms as he grips your hips, dragging you down until your cunt is hovering right over his mouth.

“look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “all shy. like you ain’t been begging for this all week.”

you can feel your face burning. “toji—”

“shut up and sit.” he yanks you down the rest of the way, and the second his tongue drags through your folds you’re gasping, hands flying to the headboard to keep yourself upright.

he groans like he’s been waiting for this, like the taste of you is better than anything he’s had all day. his tongue is thick, hot, working slow circles around your clit before dipping lower, fucking into you with lazy, filthy strokes.

you try to stay quiet. you really do. but he’s too good at this, and he knows it. every time you twitch or whimper he doubles down, sucking your clit between his lips, growling against your cunt like he wants to devour you whole. his nose presses against you, his stubble scraping your thighs, and you can feel every flex of muscle in his arms as he holds you in place, refusing to let you squirm away.

“that’s it,” he mutters between licks, voice muffled and cocky. “ride my face, baby. don’t get shy now.”

your thighs are already shaking. you try to lift up a little, embarrassed by how wet you are, how loud the sounds are, but he just grips you tighter and drags you right back down.

“nah. you ain’t goin’ anywhere.” his tongue flicks over your clit, fast and mean. “you wanted this. now take it.”

you’re grinding down without meaning to, chasing the pressure, the heat, the way he keeps moaning like he can’t get enough. his chest flexes under your calves, all that solid muscle shifting as he adjusts his grip, pulling you even closer. you can feel every ridge of his abs against your shins, every scar on his shoulders under your palms.

“toji—fuck—i’m gonna—”

he hums, the vibration shooting straight through you, and that’s all it takes. your whole body locks up, a broken cry ripping out of you as you cum hard, thighs clamping around his head. but he doesn’t stop. he keeps licking, keeps sucking, and before you can even catch your breath you feel it—that sharp, overwhelming pressure building again, hotter and messier than before.

“wait—wait, toji, i’m gonna—”

he doesn’t let you finish. just groans into your cunt and sucks your clit hard, and you’re squirting before you can stop it, soaking his face, his chest, the sheets beneath him. it’s messy and loud and so fucking embarrassing you want to hide, but he just moans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, licking you through it, drinking down every drop.

when you finally stop shaking, he’s still got that cocky grin on his face, his mouth and chin glistening, his chest heaving under you. he looks wrecked and proud and so fucking hot it makes your head spin.

“damn,” he says, voice hoarse. “didn’t know you could do that.”

you cover your face with your hands, mortified. “oh my god.”

toji laughs, low and rough, his hands sliding up your thighs. “don't hide from me, baby. that was hot as fuck.” he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, working his way up. “we’re doin’ that again. right now.”

you peek at him through your fingers, still flushed and trembling. “now?—”

“what?” he grins, all teeth. “you got more in you. and i ain’t done just yet.”