doomed by the narrative.

You begin to slowly get on your knees, and your lips move down towards Qifrey’s right arm and eventually find his wrist, where you begin to kiss it softly and increasingly lick it as a teasing gesture to go even further.

Qifrey’s trying hard not to shiver at your wet touch, but his hard-on throbs uncontrollably as soon as you look straight into his eyes right below his waist. He really usually isn’t the type to cave into straight-up sex after first meeting someone, but he begins to question his whole morals with you practically begging him on the dancefloor with just the primal look in your eyes alone to find an empty room and just have his way with you. Though a small, unfamiliar, rough tap on his back dispels Qifrey’s momentary ecstasy. He turns around and is surprised to see that it’s Satoru Gojo.

“Hey, buddy! I know the guy who owns this house. I could hook y’all up, ya know. Would you two care to go get a fucking room already!?” Satoru said, slightly irritated and aroused both at the same time. You and Qifrey just exchange glances and then stare at Satoru for a few good seconds when you burst out laughing and teasingly say, “Satoruuuu…did YOU want to join us?” Satoru immediately gulps and feels electrified from head to toe. Satoru bites his lower lip, gets shy all of a sudden, and draws out a long sigh. “Am I that obvious?” he embarrassingly asks. You nod your head right away, while Qifrey just stares in awe at Satoru, confused whether the guy hated you two or wanted to fuck you…or maybe both.

“Well, fuck. You sure got me there,” Gojo admitted. “Come on. I know the perfect place…” His voice dropped into a seductive whisper. Satoru took both you and Qifrey by the hands with a slightly smug grin on his face and quickly dragged you two upstairs to the second floor.

Qifrey was still a bit confused, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted Satoru to join you at all. “Nnnowwww—just wait a damn minute now!” Both you and Satoru paused suddenly while Qifrey vented. “Can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on here!? Why the fuck is this jock twat now joining us? Y/n?!”

You giggle and manage to slip out, “Aww. Qui Qui! Aren’t you a bit curious too? Satoru’s had a rep for…” Qifrey cuts you off with a dramatic scowl. “Aaaand what is that god-awful nickname you’ve just made up for me? You’re worse than that Olruggio!” Satoru just closes his eyes and sighs to himself while you two hash it out. “AND WHO IS OLRUGGIO?? Your ex!??” you question Qifrey.

Qifrey immediately quiets down. “Wait…seriously, Qifrey!??” you interrogate him. “I’m afraid that’s another story for another day, love. Let’s just go…” he replied as sweat went down his brow.

Satoru rolled his eyes, but quite enjoyed you two as some sort of wacky comedy duo…that he’d like to fuck. Oof. “Alright. Alright. Come on, you two. Here! I found the room. No one will dare to disturb us in here,” Satoru said as he opened the door to what looked like a luxurious-looking bedroom that almost seemed like it was made to make love in.

Your jaw drops as you follow Satoru through the door, and you glance at Qifrey, who is clearly also in awe. “Well…fuck me,” Qifrey says, cutting through the awkward silence. You almost instinctively let out a “Yes, please!” but stopped yourself by muffling your mouth with your hands.

Satoru beamed at both of your reactions and locked the door behind him while licking his lips. He was going to really enjoy this and hoped you two would also.

“There’s no pressure to rush into things, by the way. Though, as you can see, this room was made for exactly what it looks like. My guy who owns this house lets me borrow it from time to time whenever I need. There’s a quaint fireplace over there by the couch. Make yourselves comfortable,” Satoru announced. Both you and Qifrey just stare at each other like deer-in-the-headlights.

You raise your eyebrows ever so slightly and blurt out, “Okay, so are we like your sexual conquest for the night? Are you shitting me, Satoru? How the fuck are we supposed to be calm right now? Not that I mind, but…” Qifrey cuts you off finishing your sentence with “We’re just impressed is all. It’s almost as if you conveniently planned all of this.”

(( Rewind to a week ago. ))

Satoru Gojo is in his physics class, bored as hell, twirling his pencil around with his cursed hand seals that glowed red, blue, and then white. He created these seals proudly himself, all on his own free time, and practiced them whenever he got bored in class. The teacher of this class just did not impress him at all, and he found himself constantly listless with no academic challenges whatsoever. It greatly annoyed the hell out of him, especially since it was a lecture class after all. Though on this day, a new transfer student who looked a whole lot like him began to introduce himself to the class, much to his surprise.

“Hello there! My name is Qifrey. I’m a transfer student from Zozah Academy. Pleased to meet you all! I’m looking forward to learning with everyone,” the doppleganger said in a friendly and gentle manner, unlike Satoru’s whole vibe at all. Satoru scoffed and almost hissed after Qifrey’s introduction.

His physics teacher seemed immediately enamored by Qifrey, which pissed him off. She bragged about how Qifrey was a young genius apprentice of some big shot at his previous academy, studying ways to combine physics and what she called “magick” in order to help humanity towards progress.

Satoru suddenly and loudly coughed, “GOD COMPLEX.” Satoru was one to talk. A few snickers and giggles were dispersed in the classroom. Satoru smiled mischievously to himself, proud of making a fool of the new kid. “Excuse me??” Qifrey asked with a raised voice that was very unlike the gentler tone he used earlier while introducing himself. The snickers and giggles increased amongst the students, and the teacher told everyone to settle down while making Satoru’s presence known, just as he wanted.

“Ah, yes Qifrey. That is our resident class clown, Satoru Gojo. I would strongly advise you to keep your distance from that one. He’s quite the charmer, but is a bit of a distraction,” the teacher warned. Qifrey immediately replied with a chipper tone as he sat down at his seat, “Ohh, not to worry, professor! It’s quite all right! I’m sure he’s just not used to not having all of the attention on him. I’ll be a good, proper student and not bother him one bit.”

Then, Qifrey turned to stare down Satoru right away, with a few students near him cackling. Gojo looked back at him with a clearly disgusted and frustrated face. He managed to stick his tongue out at Qifrey right before the teacher attempted to rein the class back into today’s lesson.

“Alright, class, let’s finally settle down now…everybody please take out your notebooks. Today we’ll be learning quite a lot about Einstein’s Theory of Relativity…”

((An hour and a half passes.))

Qifrey’s about to get up from his seat when Satoru slams his hand onto Qifrey’s desk. “WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PLAY AT, HUH?” Qifrey gulps and immediately takes a deep breath while closing his eyes. “Nothing, chap. Just a bit of silly shenanigans is all,” Qifrey nonchalantly says with a sweet smile, but inside he’s quite literally shitting his pants a bit.

He did not welcome conflict at all, and it was in his best interest not to stir things up, or else he would be transferred to another academy yet again, but he couldn’t help himself. Qifrey was curious and impulsive by nature. His previous professors loved and hated that about him.

Satoru sighs and slams the desk again with both hands this time. He looks straight into Qifrey’s eyes and says, “Well, it doesn’t look like just shenanigans to me. Do you know who I am?”

“Satoru Gojo,” Qifrey quickly replied with a flat tone.

“That’s right, and I don’t need any new kid here trying to 1-up me when I’m this school’s shoo-in for the campus Physics Student Memorial Prize. Just who do you think you are, twink?” Satoru said with disdain.

“…nobody,” Qifrey slowly answered.

“Good, and it should stay that way,” Satoru demanded.

Qifrey couldn’t help but feel his heart racing quickly when he watched Satoru walking away in silence out into the campus hallway. Qifrey lived for challenges, but wasn’t sure what to make of what just happened. He took care to just try to stay away from Satoru for the next few days and be a normal college student who partied every once in a while.

((Fastforward to a week after.))

Qifrey tried to shake away the memories and thought to himself, “Didn’t think I’d end up in a prickly situation with this nonce from my class. Always my sheer bad luck. I wonder if he remembers me at all…”

Oh, Satoru remembered, alright. He remembered the way Qifrey frustratingly tucked his hair back and made his hand into a fist whenever he didn’t understand a concept in class. He remembered the way Qifrey licked his lips with a satisfied smile when he finally understood what he initially didn’t get. The way Qifrey grunted cutely when he tried to push past Satoru and a few other students in line at the cafeteria one day, just so he could buy only one bag of potato chips. Satoru just scoffed at the new kid’s shitty diet.

But Satoru couldn’t help himself. He was addicted to attention. Any kind. He especially lived for winning people over until they came to adore him, and was as greedy as a man could be.

“Hmm. Sounds like you’re accusing me of something, Qifrey. What are you trying to say?” Satoru questioned.

Again, much like the last time they spoke, Qifrey replied with a similarly-sounding and blunt “Nothing.”

You gazed at both Satoru and Qifrey, wide-eyed with confusion, and interrupted their lowkey private conversation, saying, “Umm. HelloOoOo??”

The two both embarrassingly coughed and snapped out of it in sync. “Oh, sorry. We were just…” Qifrey began to answer you when Satoru teasingly added, “… never mind about it. I’m going to get us some drinks to help us loosen up a bit more. I’ll be back. Don’t run away now.”

You gulped and felt a sharp tug at both your heart and within your slowly sopping wet underwear. Qifrey lets out a big sigh as he slams himself back into what looks like a really expensive and comfy leather couch. He attempts to relax when you open your mouth again.

“He’s feisty, isn’t he, Qui Qui?” you jokingly say out loud as Satoru goes into the other side of the room to fix up some drinks for you three. The sound of glasses and bottles clinging in the near distance. You begin to get more comfy and join Qifrey on the couch, teasing him by combing his hair lightly with your fingers.

“Heheh yeah. Quite a keeper he is,” Qifrey nervously laughs whilst trying hard to hide the fact that he and Satoru knew each other pretty well already.

Before you both know it, Satoru is back with a tray and quick to serve up your drinks. “Nothing too special, okay? Just vodka on the rocks with my own little secret ingredient.” Gojo says happily. “And what is that special ingredient, may I ask?” Qifrey asks, unamused.

“Oh! I bet it’s L-O-V-E,” you say right away in an obviously chipper mood, fantasizing that this might just be the best night you’ll ever get to experience in college.

Two clearly hot men. A couple of good drinks. A room to yourselves.

Your inner high school self starts to think it’s like one of those spicy fanfiction stories you read back in the day, but you brush off that thought and come back to this reality. You take a small sip and gulp your drink crafted by the angelic yet devious man in front of you.

“Fuck. You got me,” Gojo laughs and admits. You feel your underwear getting increasingly wetter as you hear Satoru’s genuine laugh and watch him down his drink in a matter of only 5 seconds. Then, you notice that Qifrey is staring straight down into what must have looked like a deep abyss to him in his cup, reluctant to take a sip of his own drink, so you nudge him a little with your elbow. “Come on! Don’t be rude!” you spat.

“Sorry. I just…can’t trust this guy, y/n…you see…we...” Qifrey slowly began to admit.

Satoru suddenly stopped Qifrey from finishing his sentence and grabbed his cup, still full of the vodka concoction. He sipped from Qifrey’s cup, being very careful not to swallow the liquid. Then, he reached out with his hand, gently moving Qifrey’s face forward into his.

You gasp as you watch Satoru open his mouth to kiss Qifrey’s lips as he lovingly force-feeds him the vodka he refused to drink. Qifrey’s eyes are wide open from sheer shock, but he eventually succumbs to Satoru’s plea to drink the vodka and swallows it all from Satoru’s mouth. “Mmm. How does it taste this way?” Satoru teases. You’re frozen from what blessing you just witnessed, while Qifrey’s clearly blushing and frustrated as hell that Satoru caught him off guard.

“Acccck!” Qifrey coughs out. “Mmm. It’s fine! No poison, I guess.” Satoru couldn’t hide his smug smile to save his life and said, “Serves you right, bitch boy. I said we gotta loosen up so…shall we?”

Your heart does this thing that feels like it’s got tiny people flipping and jumping around inside you, and you make a shameless suggestion of what to do next. “Okay! My turn! My turn!” Satoru bursts into laughter and tears.

“God, you’re a bit of a freak, aren’t you, honey?!” he says, staring right at you and then rolling his eyes with a grin. “Okay. If you say so…”

Satoru now grabs your cup with the rest of your leftover vodka and sips it. Then, you feel your face heat up immediately as he softly grabs the nape of your neck, leaning you in to kiss you.

You open your mouth wide to receive your blessing, and feel the cold vodka swirl into your mouth as Satoru’s lips and your lips caress. You swallow the drink, and your tongue somehow finds its greedy way towards his. Satoru curls his arms around your waist, and you both start making out in front of Qifrey like awakened feral animals.

In between sloppy kisses, you manage to mutter, “Mmm. Tastes soooo good. I wonder what else of yours tastes good, Satoru?”

(( To be continued in CHAPTER ③… ))

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