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it ain't me babe - two frat!toru x avoidant!reader

warning - [mdni] sexual themes | sexual language | just yearning really

series masterlist | prologue | one

wc - 10.2k

☀︎

you had learned 3 key things since you started sleeping with frat president and resident playboy, satoru gojo.

firstly, the rumors you’d heard about frat guys never going down on girls were absolutely false.

your back was arched against the mattress as your skin buzzed with adrenaline, satoru’s damp lips trailing kisses up from between your legs, skin heating until his face hovered atop your own.

his nose nudged yours, once then twice as a crooked grin split his swollen lips, “you’re fuckin’ everything.”

your ears were still ringing, his words barely registering.

your chest was heaving, heartbeat erratic as you tried to come down, sweaty skin pressed against his chest as he peppered soft kisses across your neck and face, attempting to calm you down himself. his sinful lips were only making matters worse as your skin tingled with each press of his mouth.

he was maddeningly gentle now, like he hadn’t just completely and thoroughly ruined you.

“you’re gonna make me late.” you breathed out as your soft hands pressed against his muscled chest, not necessarily pushing but not inviting either.

and it was true. you had a lecture in thirty minutes but after three rounds and satoru insisting cleaning you up was a crucial post-sex responsibility and what kind of fuck buddy would he be if he didn’t follow through? you were inevitably going to be a few minutes late at this point. even though the frat was only a fifteen minute walk from the science building.

satoru scoffed once, “worth it, i think. would you rather look at your old ass professor or my pretty face?”

you grunted in response, hands now effectively attempting to push him off and to your surprise, he conceded, body turning to lay on his back, hand still against your abdomen.

it had been three weeks since you’d become friends with benefits and to your dismay, it was going spectacularly.

satoru was good, skilled, just enough to quiet your mind and ease your frustrations. he didn’t push your boundaries too much, at least not past what your glare couldn’t fix. you had a look that could shut him up really quickly, it would be quite amusing if he wasn’t so infuriating.

“it’s our three week-aversary, you know?” satoru stated with a grin as he lifted himself up on his elbows, striking eyes trained on you as you began moving around the room and gathering your clothes.

you simply had to pause as you pulled on your panties and began pulling up your jeans, eyes turning to face his stupid grin, gaze flat and unimpressed.

satoru’s grin simply widened, “what? even fuck buddies deserve anniversaries, don’t ya think?”

“we are celebrating no such thing.” you stated calmly, despite the irritation within you as you zipped up your jeans and put on your bra.

“celebrating is a strong word,” he shrugged, legs slipping over to the side of the bed as he sat up, naked as the day he was born and eyes never leaving yours, “acknowledging. honoring. commemorating-“

“gojo.”

he winced at the word, “ugh, again with the gojo! how many times do i have to tell you not to call me that?”

you ignored his protests as you began fixing your hair in the mirror, “i told you not to make it weird.”

“i’m not making it weird,” he insisted, “i’m making it fun.”

you slipped your navy sweater on, hair slightly mussed and face annoyingly composed for someone who’d just been utterly dismantled, “i’d say you’re having plenty fun.”

despite the lack of emotion in your words, satoru smirked devilishly.

“hell yeah, i am.” he stated as he stood from his place on his bed, walking over to where you were fussing over your hair, strong arms caging you against his dresser, “you know what’d be even more fun? if you came to my party tomorrow night.”

you looked up at him from your place against the dresser and between his arms, your own crossed as you glared up at him, “no.”

“you don’t even know the theme!”

your hand pressed against his abdomen, pressing just enough to have him sigh and step back, “a theme? even more reason not to go.”

“it’s bikers versus surfers!” he announced proudly, almost expectantly, head tilting as his damp white locks ticked his brows.

you scoffed gently, grabbing your bag from the floor, “and i’m assuming that was your suggestion.”

and you could imagine it. you didn’t really know satoru all that well, but you knew enough to know that he was a surfer through and through.

you could imagine his glistening abs, bright swim shorts and white hair all damp. it wasn’t a bad look.

satoru frowned just a bit as he watched you pull on your socks and shoes, “it’s a good one.”

you stared at him flatly, “i’m begging you to be serious.”

he groaned gently, pulling on his boxers as he moved towards you, more animated now, “leather jackets, fake tattoos, board shorts! it’s genius!”

“absolutely not.”

he pouted just the slightest amount, “you don’t wanna see me in board shorts?”

“not particularly.”

he laughed, loud and bright and entirely too pleased with himself, “cmon, i can imagine you, all broody and mad for no reason in your little leather jacket! it’d be so hot!”

you had no interest in fulfilling his vision, whatsoever.

you rolled your eyes gently, adjusting your bag on your shoulder, “sorry to disappoint.”

satoru watched you for a moment longer than necessary.

it wasn’t obvious, nothing about him ever was unless he allowed it to be, but there was a fraction of a second where his grin softened, edges blurring like he’d almost said something else, something real.

then the familiar ease slipped back into place like armor.

“devastating,” he sighed dramatically, one hand pressed to his chest, “i was really banking on you being my sexy forbidden lover for the night.”

you didn’t spare him a glance as you adjusted your bag, hand opening his door, “i’m sure you have a line of girls who’d be happy to fill my place.”

satoru watched you walk out of his room then, quick to follow you, barefoot across the frat house floor. his movements were lazy and unbothered despite the fact that he always hated the sight of your back as you walked away from him. it irked him.

and he tried to ignore the way your words had his brows furrowing.

he didn’t want some random girl on his arm, he wanted you.

not in a serious way, obviously. or maybe? he didn’t like to deep his thoughts because they always led to him spiraling so he settled on the mere fact that he enjoyed your company.

yes, you were flat and seemed bored most of the time, but satoru knew you better now.

he knew about your dry sense of humor, the way your lips always tilted upwards when he’d make a stupid joke, the way you pretended not to be invested in his stories when he rambled on and on about whatever came to mind.

but your doe eyes always gave you away, gave everything away.

he knew behind your insouciance and cool demeanor, you cared.

naturally, he couldn't express his emotions without making you flee.

satoru watched as your eyes cautiously assessed the living room before attempting to pass by down the stairs and towards the door.

“no one’s here, they’re all out finding last minute outfits.” the words left him softer than he’d intended, something in him hating how cautious and careful you always remained when it came to your little agreement.

you glanced at him then, eyes giving him a once over before you moved forward, a bit concerned at the lowness of his voice.

it always struck him then, how fast you did it.

how one second, you were tangled with him, breathless and bare and molten beneath him. and the next, you were unreadable and sealed back you like nothing had touched you at all.

it messed with him more than he’d like to admit.

“well, can’t you at least think about it?” he tried again, lighter this time, “cmon. free drinks, loud music, me. pretty solid combination.”

you glanced at him then, finally, eyes cool and unimpressed, “you know i don’t like parties.”

“that’s not true,” he stated easily, grin flashing, “i met you at a party, remember? you like my parties.”

you really didn’t. but for some reason, his wide hopeful eyes stopped you from further denying it as you sighed gently.

“have fun, gojo.”

his chest tingled with desperation to hear you call him anything but that.

satoru stepped closer then, until he was just inside your space again, close enough for you to feel the residual warmth of him, the quiet hum of familiarity that came with being this near.

he didn’t say anything but his pale blue eyes wouldn’t leave you and your grip tightened on the door handle.

there it was again. that thing you refused to name. the line he kept hovering near but never fully crossing. always just enough to make your spine stiffen and remind you why the rules existed in the first place.

so you leveled him with a look, “don’t.”

his gaze faltered, just a beat, then returned even softer and careful this time, “relax, trouble. m’not making it weird.”

you opened the door with a small breath, cool air immediately brushing your face, “good. i don’t do weird.”

then satoru watched you go, leaning against the doorframe, still only clad in his grey briefs as he watched you walk down the sidewalk until you were out of sight.

damnit, he really hoped he’d see you in that leather jacket.

☀︎

after a three hour lab, your body practically ached for the chai latte you’d failed to get that morning because someone kept you from leaving for class early.

the cafe just off campus was quieter than usual, already nearing closing time but students still littered the place, hunched over laptops and half-finished drinks.

it smelled like espresso and cinnamon, warm and grounding in a way you relied on more than you liked to admit.

you stepped inside, as you always did. same order, same barista, same routine.

you stood by the side as they prepared your order and when nico uttered your name softly, you looked up at the boy who’d been making your lattes since sophomore year.

“expected you this morning. bit later than your usual time.” he grinned, hand outstretched with your drink as you offered him a small lift of your lips, barely a smile but a signal that you acknowledged him.

“got caught up with something,” you softly replied, fingers brushing his own as you took hold of the warm cup, “thank you.”

nico simply hummed, boyish grin still spread across his face, “no problem.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, nodding once in thanks and ignoring the soft way he gazed down at you.

nico was cute. boyishly handsome in the most normal and non-striking way possible.

he’d asked you out twice. once in sophmore year and once last year. both times were met with a flat no thank you.

he didn’t ask again after that and you were grateful. not that nico was a bad guy, nor was he unattractive. there was nothing wrong with being pretty in a plain sort of way.

but if you were to compare him with satoru, he’d come up miles and miles short.

satoru was striking with his pale blue eyes and stark white hair, someone everyone would look at twice at if he passed by.

fuck, why were you even thinking of that?

with one last glance at nico, you turned to walk away, latte in hand when you almost bumped into someone.

“woah, sorry!” a voice uttered in front of you.

you turned towards the brunette girl who’d spoken, someone vaguely familiar, a sigh leaving your lips as you glanced down at your clothes to make sure nothing had spilled.

“don’t worry about it.” you muttered before moving to walk past when she side stepped you to stop you from doing so.

“you’re the pretty girl from the frat!”

your head tilted slowly, irritation slowly arising because you simply wanted to go home.

but you were curious.

the girl standing there had mid-length brown locks and a small mole under her eye. your eyes travelled over to her backpack that had a lab coat sticking out of it and her extra large coffee in hand.

was she a girl in your class?

the girl laughed gently, amused and knowing, “sorry, that was weird. i’m shoko. i saw you leaving the frat last week.”

oh. you blinked once then once more.

shoko. you remembered satoru bringing her up once when convincing you to come to dinner with them as you explained you wouldn’t be the only girl in a table full of frat boys.

you won’t be alone, shoko and hime will be there!

you weren’t going to show up because it was the last thing you wanted to do. not because you’d be the only girl.

you’d been diligent in refusing to let the lines blur.

“right,” you stated, unimpressed but polite as you nodded once, “shoko. nice to meet you.”

you softly exchanged your own name as she grinned, seemingly not put off in the slightest by your closed off demeanor. if anything, she looked more entertained.

“so, you and satoru are…” and her words trailed off as her head tilted, eyes suggestive and amused. and it irritated you to no end as you sighed gently with a shake of your head.

“nothing.”

her brows lifted a bit, “you can’t be nothing. i mean, you’re at least sleeping together, right? i mean, he talks about you too much to be nothing.”

and your eye twitched at her words as they prodded at a specific place in your chest you always concealed.

“he talks a lot.” you replied, shoko laughing gently at your words, “trust me. it’s nothing.”

shoko hummed, “hmm. that’s what everyone says.”

you paused, something in her tone making your eyes narrow just the slightest bit.

she was watching you with an expression that was knowing but not cruel, simply curious. like she’d already clocked whatever you were trying to bury.

“i mean, he’s not exactly subtle.” she continued with a small grin as she sipped her coffee.

and you couldn’t help the small scoff that left you because yes, satoru gojo was anything but subtle.

silence stretched for half a second and just as you were about to bid her a goodbye and leave, she tilted her head, eyes flickering briefly to your eyes, “so, what are you wearing to the party tomorrow?”

you exhaled gently, this entire interaction just a bit too overstimulating for your already annoyed self, “im not going.”

her brows knitted together instantly, ”you’re not?”

“no, i’m not.” your words, sharp and straightforward, did nothing to give her an inkling that you did not want to talk about this further.

shoko stared at you for a second before blinking once, “huh.”

and you wanted to take that as your opportunity to leave, to flee and finally get back home.

but something in her demeanor had you watching her carefully now, vexed by her confusion, “what?”

she shook her head with a shrug, “just didn’t expect that.”

“expect what?” you stated more than asked, words laced with boredom as she shook her head gently.

“i thought he only chose that theme cause of you.”

your breath stilled.

“what.” you said flatly, despite your hands clenching by your sides.

“the theme is bikers and surfers,” shoko stated, “he watched teen beach movie a few nights ago because he said you said it was in your top three disney movies.”

and the cafe suddenly felt too loud and all too warm. a buzzing sensation crawled up your spine uninvited, electric and unwelcome and all too real.

what a stupid thing to do. this was embarrassing.

you remembered that moment last sunday, after you two had fucked, he somehow brought up camp rock and said it was the best disney musical.

you argued that it was high school musical and teen beach movie. he told you he’d never seen it and you’d briefly explained the plot to him in as little words as possible.

and now he went ahead and threw a party around this niche interest of yours.

it was almost like he was trying to push your buttons on purpose.

you hated that the image flashed so clearly in your mind. gojo sprawled across his bed, lanky but muscled limbs and all, pulling up a stupid childhood movie just because you’d mentioned it. you also despised how that image settled somewhere dangerously close to soft.

your thoughts were cut short by your phone buzzing in your bag making you sigh gently, pulling out your phone to see your brother calling.

shoko stood there watching you with a small smile, even as you sighed, “i should go.”

shoko nodded once, grinning gently, “of course! i hope i’ll see you tomorrow anyways.”

she wouldn’t.

and you said nothing in return, pushing through the cafe door and into the cool air outside, heart beating faster than it had any right to.

you looked down at your little brother’s name flashing across your screen before you swiped to answer.

☀︎

gojo : you up? 12:34am

your eyes tilted up at your phone screen towards the message that popped up, distracting you from the video you were currently watching.

a sigh instantly left your lips at the name that shone atop your screen.

you wouldn’t be up if your mind wasn’t overthinking what shoko had told you at the cafe. you’d have been able to sleep two hours ago like you usually would. instead, you’d been doomscrolling on your phone the past hour to distract your mind from having any thought regarding the white-haired man you were sleeping with.

a part of you doubted shoko’s words. there was no way he chose that theme for you.

he was just inspired by the movie, it was a good movie. you’d simply encouraged him to watch it, that was all.

and that was the second thing you’d learned about satoru gojo.

he had a way of making people feel seen.

you could see it in the way he interacted with people, with strangers. you could hear it in the way girls he’d slept with spoke about him, despite being mere one-night stands. you could see it in how he interacted with you.

satoru had a way, a charm, that had anyone who came in contact with him feel known. special, even.

you prided yourself in being observant in that way, especially because you’d never let him make you feel that way.

you knew satoru wasn’t manipulative, at least he wasn’t trying to be, but he was so likable and endearing to everyone, it was no wonder your detachment practically had him foaming at the mouth.

you’d have to be naive to set that aside.

which is why the distance and lines you’d established were crucial and you hated how he always seemed to put himself right on that line, dancing between what he wanted and what you demanded.

your thumb hovered atop your screen, your gut telling you to simply ignore him but frankly, you were frustrated and annoyed, and a simple cure to that seemed to be satoru gojo fucking you.

plus, it’d also help put you to sleep.

trouble : yes 12:36am

the reply came instantly.

gojo : can i come over? 12:36am

you hesitated for a moment, despite having known what he’d want when you replied.

your apartment was quiet, dimly lit by the glow of your tv and the muted sound of modern family playing when you weren’t even watching anymore. your room smelled faintly of cinnamon and vanilla, something sacred and yours.

and every time satoru came over, the scent of something resembling wood and amber would cling to the air, masking the smell that provided you comfort with his own scent that made your blood pressure rise.

trouble : okay 12:38am

just as the time neared one in the morning, a soft knock reverberated through the confines of your apartment, soft but urgent.

your socked feet padded softly towards the door, clad in a matching silk camisole and shorts.

satoru gojo was a sight during the night.

his white hair was messy atop his head, ruffled and damp like he’d left it to dry after a shower. grey sweats hung low on his hips and a loose dark graphic tee adorned his chest.

his grin spread the second he saw you, bright and immediate, but laced with that sleepy need you’d grown accustomed to the last few weeks.

“hey, trouble.”

you simply pulled the door back, allowing him to step inside as he immediately toed off his sneakers by the door, “hi, gojo.”

he shook his head as you closed and locked your door, walking away from him a bit.

he hissed softly, “you’re doing that on purpose.”

you shrugged as you watched him straighten up once more, eyes now trained on you like predator to prey. you’d always thought he was probably more intimidating than other girls’ fuck buddies simply because of his stark blue gaze.

he always looked like he wanted to lose himself in you completely, to breathe your air and crawl into your skin the only way he knew how.

“maybe…” you state lowly, your usual emotionless tone now laced with something gentler, the way it always did when you were so close to sleep.

satoru crowded your space instinctively, hands finding your waist like muscle memory.

he leaned down, lips brushing yours, hands trailing down from your waist to your hips to the curve of your ass. his touch, you hated to adit it, was now familiar and warm in a way you resented yourself for needing tonight.

he leaned down, lips brushing yours, soft at first, almost teasing.

so you leaned up and firmly pressed your soft lips against his own, the man immediately rewarding you with a groan, hands sliding up your back before moving them down and gripping your thighs to pull you up easily against him, your legs around his waist.

normally, you would’ve melted into it, your thoughts going pleasantly blank but all you could think about was his stupid party.

satoru deepened the kiss anyway, teeth grazing your lower lip, breath warm against your cheek as his mouth moved with slow confidence, leading you both towards your room, shedding his shirt on the way, his heated skin pressing against the thin slip of your camisole.

“need you now, baby.” he groaned against you as you simply nodded against lips, breathing heavily as he dropped you down onto the bed, wasting no time before climbing over you.

you responded a second too late, hands hesitating before resting on his chest, allowing him to pepper kisses across your neck once more but you remind wasn’t near.

“you’re somewhere else…” he murmured , not accusatory but curious.

you blinked, your expression smoothing immediately as your armor slid back into place.

you really needed to get it together because how would you explain that the mere idea of satoru considering your likes and dislikes had you spiraling just a little bit.

did it mean as much as you thought? probably not.

again, he probably just loved the idea and wanted to throw a party. god knows satoru loves a party, especially involving girls in biker shorts and bikinis.

“no, i’m not.”

he hummed softly, unconvinced but moving down to kiss you once more, tongue brushing against yours. his forehead pressed lightly against yours, noses brushing, “you usually start whimperin’ and beggin’ for me by now.”

you simply huffed with a gentle roll of your eyes as you leaned up to kiss him once more, and satoru being the sucker he was, melted into you instantly, hands moving to your hair to grip and maneuver you how he pleased.

you didn’t mind. you were currently overthinking too much to actually do anything on your own.

you couldn’t help your mind from drifting. you didn’t expect satoru to be like this when you’d first started this arrangement.

why was he always so warm? so bright? why couldn’t he just be like every other frat boy and keep it strictly physical. why was he always trying to be your friend?

“hey.” he murmured gently against your lips as you resisted the urge to groan.

you sighed, “what.”

he studied your face, eyes softer now and less teasing, “did i do something?”

you wanted to simply say yes and tell him to leave and forget any of this.

“no.”

“you say that a lot.”

you stiffened, “because it’s true.”

he nodded once, accepting that answer even if it didn’t satisfy him in the slightest.

you watched as he pulled back slowly, moving to sit rather than hover above you, providing you space instead of filling it. which somehow felt worse.

“okay,” he stated lightly, forcing his grin back into place, “we don’t have to do anything if you’re not feeling it.”

you rolled your eyes gently, pulling yourself onto your elbows as you watched him through lidded eyes, “you didn’t come here to not to anything.”

he smirked, “well, no.”

you huffed, hand reaching out to pull him towards you once more, his chest constricting at the little tilt of your lips, “well, what are you waiting for then?”

and it happened as it always did, you falling into him like second nature and satoru worshipping every inch of you like he couldn’t get enough.

over and over and over again.

by the nth round, it was nearing 3am and you were absolutely beat.

you laid on your side, back flush against his damp chest as the sheets pulled up to your hips. the room was dim except for the moonlight filtering in through the blinds.

satoru was draped behind you, one arm slung lazily over your middle, chin pressed to the crown of your head all too comfortably.

he was still inside you and you could tell he was half-asleep already.

you could tell by the way his grip had loosened, fingers lazily trailing up and down from the valley of your breasts to your hip bones until they came to a stop on your abdomen.

his breathing was slow against your neck, nuzzling closer and murmuring something incoherent.

fuck, you regretted allowing him to come over. he had effectively ruined your sleep schedule and it was too late to kick him out without worry.

“mm,” he breathed, voice thick with sleep, “y’r so warm.”

you exhaled through your nose once, eyes rolling just the slightest bit, using the little bit of energy left to fight sleep.

it always amazed you how the frat president, campus terror was reduced to a sleepy menace the second he finished and got comfortable. he shifted, leg hooking over yours, effectively anchoring himself in place.

“gojo…” you breathed out, eyes drooping despite your attempts.

was it cruel to kick him out? probably.

but you had a rule and you wouldn’t allow the lines to blur.

a hum met your calling.

“gojo.” you repeated, firmer this time, elbowing him just enough to get a proper response.

his eyes cracked open, one pale blue eyes peering at you blearily.

and he knew what you’d do the second his eyes met the side of your face.

“don’t do that,” he practically whined, face digging into your neck, “that’s not fair.”

“you can’t stay over.” your words landed flat and practiced and satoru groaned against you instantly, grip tightening like reflex.

“rules don’t apply at three in the morning.”

you stared ahead, unmoving as your eyes rolled gently, “you don’t live that far.”

“yeah, but i like your place,” he argued softly, on the cusp of sleep, “it always smells nice…like you. and it’s quiet. and you don’t have like eight guys yelling about fifa when i’m trying to sleep.”

you didn’t respond. there was no point. he knew what you wanted and you were well aware what he wanted.

and he took your silence as permission to keep going. fuck, this boy could talk for hours.

“and you’re skin is so soft and your bed is so comfortable,” he slurred against your hair, “and your blankets are warm. and you don’t snor-“

“gojo.”

he groaned, tired and dramatic, “you’re seriously kicking me out when m’this tired?”

you turned slightly, just enough to face him.

his eyes were droopy, lashes fanning against his cheeks and mouth parted in that unfairly soft way that made him look nothing like the person everyone thought they knew. his bright hair was a mess, sticking up at odd angles, still warm from your fingers.

for a brief and dangerous second, you considered it. letting him stay.

your stomach twisted instantly as you shifted away, elbowing him gently once more, “yes.”

he blinked once then sat up slowly, sheets pooling around his hips as his eyes shut, head falling back in exasperation, “wow.”

you huffed gently, shifting to lie on your back, pulling the sheets up over your breasts as you watched him with narrowed eyes.

“ugh, don’t do that, huff and puff like i’m being unreasonable.” he stated, suddenly more awake as you narrowed your eyes further.

“i didn’t say it was reasonable,” you replied calmly, “it’s the rule.”

“you can bend rules.”

“not this one.”

he ran a hand down his face, sighing long and loud, “you’re cruel, you know that?”

you merely shrugged once, ignoring the pang in your chest as you watched him stand anyway, slow and theatrical, dragging his feet as he pulled on his briefs.

you did feel bad, just the slightest bit.

satoru watched you the whole time, like he was waiting for you to change your mind.

you wouldn’t.

“you just don’t wanna get attached.”

your heart stilled for a moment before your eyes met his to see that stupid grin on his face.

“you know you’d get addicted to sleeping next to me if you let me do it. i’d be like a drug, you wouldn’t be able to sleep without me.”

you relaxed instantly, momentarily afraid by his words that rang all too true for a completely different reason.

“how did you figure me out?” your words were flat and monotonous, causing a chuckle to leave his mouth as he pulled up his sweats and grabbed his sweater from your bedroom floor, slipping it on as he walked towards the bedroom door.

“same time tomorrow?” he questioned amusedly, casual and so utterly him.

you rolled your eyes gently, “we’ll see.”

he lingered for just a second before turning around and shuffling over to you as you watched him with curious but guarded eyes. was this another play to get you to let him stay?

but satoru simply stopped atop you and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your soft lips, grinning before moving to press another one to your cheek.

“night, trouble.”

“goodnight, gojo.”

and the door clicked shut behind him.

and you immediately closed your eyes, attempting to sleep despite the ghost of his warmth against your back.

☀︎

the sun was beating down on your figure as you looked around the courtyard littered with students.

laughter drifted from one table, music playing from some speaker, pages flipping and cups sweating onto the grass. the sun sat comfortably overhead, warm and rare these days.

you were seated cross-legged on the grass beneath the jacaranda tree, ipad open on your lap as your finger hovered above the screen.

luna was beside you, yapping your ear off as she always did.

“i’m telling you,” she said, eyes bright as she leaned back on her hands, letting the sunlight hit her skin and lavender locks, “the alpha phi parties are, by far, the best! my cousin was in a sorority last year and always went to their invite only parties and they were so cool! i heard they had 50 cent perform once.”

you hummed noncommittally, eyes scanning the same sentence for the third time.

you doubted 50 cent would find his way into a college frat party and if he did, you were pissed for missing that. you loved 50 cent!

“and ugh, they have the hottest frat president of all time!” luna continued, lowering her voce just enough to feel conspiratorial, “don’t even get me started. he’s actually unreal, like, i don’t understand how someone looks like that in real life.”

you were well aware of luna’s little crush on satoru and it made you groan internally. you could never imagine being so obsessed with a frat boy, of all people.

and it didn’t matter that he was your fuck buddy. that’s all he was. and if he ended it tomorrow, you wouldn’t bat an eye.

you don’t think the same could be said for luna.

“those eyes, that stupid smile, the fucking audacity,” she sighed dreamily, “i swear, if i went to tonight’s party, they’d have to wheel me out in a stretcher. the theme is bike-“

“i know what the theme is, luna.”

luna shot you a look, squinting, “hmm. you’re awfully quiet.”

“studying.” you replied lowly and easily. at least trying to study.

she snorted once, “you’ve been on the same page the last fifteen minutes.”

“yes. cuz you keep talking.”

luna simply rolled her eyes, very much accustomed to your blunt nature, “anyways, the theme is so cool! imagine satoru or even sukuna in leather jackets or swim shorts, ugh, so hot.”

you sighed once, turning your ipad off, completely abandoning your need to study.

as long as luna was talking, you wouldn’t comprehend a word.

you rested against the trunk of the tree, eyes fluttering close as the warmth of the rays permeated your skin till you felt drowsy.

a few minutes passed of luna babbling on and on about things you didn’t really care about but didn’t mind hearing about. you weren’t studying anymore, so it was entertaining to hear anyway.

your eyes fluttered open before you gazed around the courtyard and your eyes met a familiar figure instantly.

what the hell was satoru doing by the science building?

the tall man was cutting across campus like he owned the place, tight white shirt against his broad chest, showcasing his lean muscled physique. his black sunglasses were perched steadily at the bridge of his nose, hands tucked into the pockets of his baggy jeans as people moved aside for him, accommodating his presence without question.

it was truly infuriating to watch.

especially the way the sunlight caught in his hair, almost blinding with light.

your stomach dipped as luna followed your gaze, “oh my god…”

and truthfully, you didn’t blame her. he looked good.

you hadn’t seen him since your little debacle last night. he’d texted you once this morning, asking if you’d changed your mind about the party but you simply reacted to his message with a thumbs down.

“holy-“ luna straightened, eyes wide and almost hazy, “that’s him.”

no shit.

satoru spotted you before you could look away. damn it.

you knew because his stride changed, slowed and angled now, like gravity itself had subtly pushed him toward you.

he smiled, not loud or grinning, but a softer smile. one usually reserved for you these days.

and satoru felt like something had struck him when he spotted you under that tree, sunlight beaming across skin he knew was soft, showcasing beauty marks he'd traced over and over, shiny locks that smelled like something clean and floral.

his heart constricted the same way it did every time he thought you looked ethereal beyond belief, whether it was when you were soft and pliant beneath him or during those minutes after sex where you were softer and conversed with him beyond surface level conversation.

satoru reached you in seconds, stopping just close enough to invade your space without your signature glare.

“hey, trouble.”

your throat felt dry as you looked up at the boy, ignoring the stares from everyone across the yard, especially the prominent one from the girl beside you.

“gojo.” you greeted lowly, eyes finally meeting his own.

he winced, “breakin’ my heart, already?”

luna was staring between the two of you like she’d stumbled into an alternative universe, mouth agape and eyes wide.

gojo completely ignored your gobsmacked purple-haired friend as he took a seat on the grass in front of you, long legs stretched out to cage you in, backpack dropping beside him.

“what’re you doing?”

you glanced down at your ipad, “i was studying.”

he hummed thoughtfully, gaze flickering from your screen back to your face, lingering and eyes all too bright.

he thought of you last night, the way you looked beneath him, the way you practically begged for him. he was always amazed at how easily you could switch it off.

he wished he could do the same, but truthfully, he didn’t have an uncaring bone in his body. at least not when it came to you.

he wanted your every word and every breath. he wanted to fall asleep to your breathing and listen to your saccharine voice snap at him first thing in the morning.

alas, your stupid rules would always prove to be a barrier he wished never existed.

“so,” he began casually, a grin on his face that unsettled you, “decide anything yet?”

you stiffened but knew what he was referring to, “about?”

as satoru opened his mouth to speak, luna finally snapped out of whatever trance the man had put her in.

“i’m sorry, you know each other?” luna practically squeaked out and your eyes fluttered shut. you wouldn’t hear the end of this.

“unfortunately.” you sighed.

“deeply.” satory grinned.

luna’s eyes lit up like fireworks.

“so, trouble, you comin’ tonight or what?” satoru watched you closely as your eyes fluttered open and met his instantly.

“you’re invited to the party?!” luna squealed, hand reaching out to grip your leg in shock as your eyes narrowed at the frat president.

you didn’t get a chance to reply because you could physically see the gears turning in satoru’s head as he glanced at your friend then back to you. and once more.

a cheshire grin painted his handsome face, “tell ya what. you’re invited too-“

luna instantly gasped, eyes lighting up before satoru quickly continued.

“if you convince my girl here to come.”

my girl. you wanted to claw his eyes out.

your eyes were narrowed on him, eye practically twitching in annoyance as he grinned at you, luna squealing beside you.

luna whipped around to face you, grabbing your arm, “oh my god, are you serious?”

“don’t, gojo.” you warned quietly but the man merely shrugged with a grin.

“what? it’s for your own good!” he stated with a smirk, “plus, your friend really wants to go. wouldn’t wanna let her down, would ya?”

you turned to her, the girl wide-eyed and gripping your arm with brute force, her gaze pleading.

you turned back to the manipulating menace in front of you, his expression deceptively easy but you knew him better now. you saw the restraint there, the way his shoulders were pulled just a bit too tight, hands curled like he was holding himself back, despite the grin painting his features.

he was watching you like your answer mattered.

and for a brief moment, you remembered shoko’s words.

did he really choose that theme because he knew you’d like it? is that why he really wanted you to come?

“i’ll think about it.” you gritted out between your teeth as luna gasped.

“ah! we’ll be there!” she giggled as you glared at her.

satoru chuckled gently, “i’ll see ya both there, then.”

you shot him a look, “don’t push it.”

his smile softened, “wouldn’t dream of it.”

for half a second, the space between you tightened, growing charged as he leaned just an inch closer, close enough that you could smell his clean aftershave. familiar and dangerous.

every instinct in him screamed to give you a kiss, just one, like he usually would behind closed doors. he wanted to forget where you were for a second.

but he knew you wouldn’t appreciate that in the slightest.

instead, he straightened, standing up and stepping back with effort, eyes never leaving yours.

“see you tonight?” he stated lightly, a smirk painting his features as you glared softly.

“maybe.”

and that was better than nothing.

so he walked away and you watched him leave.

luna was gaping at you already, hands still gripping your arm, “i cannot believe you know satoru gojo and never told me!”

“i don’t know him that well.” you lied as she scoffed from her place beside you.

“please,” she stated, “you know him enough for him to want you at his party. badly.”

you didn’t reply, eyes still trained on his back.

“please, please, please, you have to go!” luna begged, “you know how long i’ve wanted to go to the invite-only parties! please!”

you hated that stupid party and that stupid theme and the stupid frat boy that planned it.

and you hated that you were already considering it.

☀︎

the party was already in full swing by the time satoru realized what he was doing.

waiting.

the president of the frat stood by the staircase, red cup sweating into his palm as the noise around him crashed in layers.

it was a sight, he had to he honest.

leather jackets brushed against board shorts, fake tattoos smeared onto bare skin, the stench of surf wax, salt and beer hung in the air.

it was exactly how he’d pictured it. exactly what people expected of him.

chaos, vibrancy and youth.

and yet, his eyes couldn’t stop drifting towards the door.

it was unconsciously at first. just a habit, he told himself. simply host reflexes. president duties, even. but after the sixth time his gaze snapped there without meaning to, he stopped pretending.

you already said you wouldn’t come.

and despite his attempted manipulation, he knew his little play in the courtyard wouldn’t work, not on you.

i mean, you had kicked him out at three in the morning, why the hell did he think luna would be able to tap into your emotions and whatever sympathy resided in you to concede and come to the party?

and he’d brushed off your actions that night, easy and bright, as if it didn’t lodge somewhere behind his ribs. like it didn’t sit there now, heavy and persistent, syncing with the beat of the music.

satoru wasn’t sure what was wrong with him.

he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t run yet. on the contrary, he found that every one of your actions only fueled the longing speared into his bones since the night he met you.

was he secretly a masochist? possibly.

because with every attempt to push him away, he only wanted in even more.

because with every shove, he was rewarded with the tilt of your pretty lips. with every moment you’d kicked him out, you begged for him later on in that soft voice you only conveyed when he had you splayed out underneath him.

fuck, he was in trouble.

“gojo!” someone voiced from the side, clapping him on the shoulder, “this theme is sick!”

not sick enough to entice you, it seems.

the only reason he chose this stupid theme was because he thought you’d possibly get excited over it.

“y’know what i was thinkin’ about?” he voiced, pushing up off of you and turning to lay on his back on the plush of your bed, “camp rock is the greatest disney original musical experience of all time.”

he was immediately met with a scoff from you as you sat up, pulling the sheets up your breasts as he handed you the water on your bedside.

“why is that your first thought after sex?” you murmured as you took a sip of the water, glancing at his outstretched hand before handing it over.

satoru shrugged, taking gulp after gulp before putting the empty bottle down on your nightstand once more.

“it was an active thought all day, but i just remembered to mention it.” he grinned amusedly, hand reaching out to trace his nimble fingers up and down your bare back and you let him.

“well, you’re wrong. high school musical is the greatest musical movie, period.” you stated flatly as he grinned, “and teen beach movie. that one is so good.”

satoru hummed, “high school musical’s a classic, i’ll give ya that. i’ve never seen the other one-“

you gasped softly and his heart skipped a beat.

fuck, he was pathetic for grasping and aching for any semblance of emotion in you, even a mere gasp.

“how have you never seen teen beach movie?” you turned to him then, plus lips agape and his chest constricted, “bikers, surfers, forbidden romance. this play on greasers and soc’s. it’s so fucking good.”

and he listened to you talk about it for the next few minutes, feeding you question after question, just to hear your voice.

later that night, he didn’t go to sleep until he watched both movies. even though you told him to skip the sequel.

and the next day, he vetoed all the boys’ suggestions for the party theme, insisting on bikers vs surfers.

satoru dressed the part, a classic surfer because of course he was. he was shirtless, naturally. board shorts slung low and wet hair pushed back with his sunglasses as if he’d stepped out of the beach instead of a house on greek row.

plus, he’d lathered himself in body oil to really sell the look.

he was absolutely in his element, that handsome grin on his pretty face, laughing, drinking and letting the night orbit around him.

but somehow it all felt wrong.

because he’d chosen this theme, he’d built this night around the assumption that you’d be here in your little biker outfit.

but you weren’t.

satoru wondered what you’d be doing right now. probably curled up on your couch with your stupid show playing in the background and your notes splayed out on your coffee table.

he wondered what you’d eaten today, if you’d gotten your chai latte, whether you had that adorable scowl on your pretty features.

the thought made his chest ache in that stupid and unreasonable way.

because you weren’t his, god, you were barely anything if you’d allow it.

it had only been three weeks.

three weeks of you breathless beneath him and composed an hour later, of rules spoken flatly and boundaries drawn with doe eyes that dared him to cross them.

and god, he dared, he really did.

he tried not to read into the way you softened sometimes. tried not to catalog the sounds you made when you forgot yourself for half a second or the way you said his name all breathless.

“where’s your biker chick?” satoru turned to glance at shoko who had taken her place beside him, clad in leather pants and a black bandeau with a leather jacket, “actually, i thought you’d have one on each arm tonight.”

satoru merely rolled his eyes with a grin, ignoring the pang in his chest at the reminder of what he was missing.

“night is still young, shoko,” she raised her brows at him, “you look great, by the way.”

shoko smiled, “thanks. you should try enjoying the fruit of your labor instead of sulking in the corner.”

the man instantly scowled, a small pout painting his lips, “m’not sulking. just observing.”

shoko rolled her eyes, “since when do you observe anything? i haven’t seen you this focused, ever.” she narrowed her eyes at her friend, “is this about the pretty girl you’ve been obsessed with?”

satoru immediately scoffed, “haven’t been obsessed with anyone, you freak.”

shoko shook her hear with a laugh, arms crossing as she assessed satoru, “oh my god, it is. god, you’re really down bad, huh?”

satoru’s scowl deepened, eyes flickering around to make sure nobody was throwing an ear to this stupid and untrue conversation, “shut up, shoko. m’just not feeling the theme as much as i thought, okay?”

shoko merely hummed, “really? cuz i always pictured you smothered in body oil as your ideal form.”

satoru rolled his eyes, amusement transforming into utter annoyance.

the mere reminder of the theme had his jaw clenching once. he refused to admit that this stupid party was his attempt to reach out without touching, hope without asking.

he leaned back against the banister, fingers flexing at his sides.

the music grew louder, lights flashing blue and gold and every time the door opened, his pulse jumped before settling back into disappointment.

you wouldn’t come.

“she’s not comin’, is she?” satoru muttered, gentler than he intended as shoko frowned slightly, moving forward to place a hand against his arm.

she sighed gently, gaze flittering towards the door momentarily and she felt relief fill her.

“i don’t know, satoru,” she lowly stated, “i think people can surprise you.”

☀︎

the frat house loomed before you, a horribly bad decision you’d already committed to.

music bled through the walls in violent pulses, bass rattling the pavement beneath your black heels as you stood right outside, arms crossed beneath the oversized leather jacket you had to dig out of your closet.

the night air was cool against the exposed skin of your legs, only clad in tiny mini leather shorts that stopped just beneath your ass, the fabric clinging like second skin.

your hair was voluminous and loose, your lips painted like cherry cola.

beside you, luna bounced on the balls of her feet, violet bikini top practically glowing under the porch light, denim shorts frayed to an almost criminal degree. she looked ecstatic, all wide eyed and excited, already halfway into the fantasy of loud music and sweaty bodies.

“this is insane.” you muttered, eyes flicking up towards the house like it might bite.

you clenched your fists by your sides, willing yourself to conjure up all the energy you could to last the night. to even enter the frat.

luna grinned, “oh my god, look at everyone.”

bikers and surfers everywhere. leather and fake tatoos, board shorts and salt-sicked hair.

the entire place vibrated with the vibe of the movie you adored as a teenager, you had to admit, it looked pretty cool.

you truly believed that you can tell who a person is, just a bit, based on what they categorize themselves as. a biker or a surfer.

you and luna are the perfect example. a biker and a surfer.

that didn’t have to be explained.

surfers were warm, you’d like to think. easy and effortless in the way they smiled without thinking and spoke without filtering. they lived with their chest open to the world, all sunshine reincarnated and careless affection.

surfers loved loud and quickly, pulled people in with brightness alone. they didn’t mind being seen or wanted, took up space like they were born to.

bikers were different, sharp-edged and closed-off. they watched before they spoke, thought before they moved and didn’t trust the open road the way surfers trusted the tide, even if they knew what was ahead. they believed in control, in distance.

you didn’t believe a biker would chase connection, maybe circled it, tested it and waited to see if it would bite back.

you’d always known which one you were, ever since you were younger.

you spotted a scowling sukuna by the door, ruby eyes bored yet feral as they assessed each person that requested to enter.

you listened as he barked out an insult at whoever attempted to come in without an invitation and you almost grew nervous before reminding yourself that you were invited. right?

taking a deep breath, you walked towards the pink-haired frat vice president, gulping gently as you stopped before him, his eyes still on the boy next to you.

“fuck outta here, fuckin’ leech!”

sukuna grumbled before turning to you and luna, barely glancing at your friend before landing on you and stalling.

“go ahead, woman, look out for the white-haired freak, heard he bites,” sukuna smirked as you rolled your eyes, “you’d know more about that than me, though.”

with a small huff, you walked past the man and into the chaos, ignoring luna’s questions about what sukuna meant.

you’d been over at the frat enough the past three weeks that most of the boys have grown accustomed to you, growing aware of the type of relationship between their president and you.

inside the frat, chaos swallowed you whole.

“holy shit…” luna murmured as you nodded gently because holy shit.

your senses flared immediately, every sound was loud, every movement close.

you rolled your shoulders back instinctively, jaw tightening as you scanned the room, practically looking for an exit.

but the theme was cool. the concept of it all, the ridiculousness and commitment. the way it was executed just well enough to make it fun. annoyingly so.

“oh my god, i’m gonna get a drink, want something?!” luna practically had to yell over the music as you turned to her and shook your head gently.

she merely offered a nod before moving towards the crowd that swallowed her whole. then you were alone and you weren’t sure if you preferred it that way.

you exhaled lowly, wide eyes assessing the room.

and that’s how satoru gojo saw you.

it wasn’t gradual, nor was it subtle. it was instant, like his entire world narrowed down to the doorway and he forgot how to breathe.

“fuck…” he muttered as shoko giggled, patting his arm twice before walking past him, allowing hm to stand straight.

there you were, like a figment of his wildest dreams.

leather and black, legs bare, jacket swallowing your smaller figure.

and that damn scowl on your stupidly pretty face had his heart clenching in need. your eyes were sharp, but simultaneously bored completely out of place and utterly devastating because of it.

for a split second, he wondered if he was hallucinating.

his heart slammed so hard against his ribs, it was almost concerning. definitely concerning.

you looked fucking unreal.

not just hot, though fuck, you really were. but the whole thing was almost cinematic, how everything seemed to slow down, like a shot framed just for him. like every goddamn spark of hope he’d swallowed all night had manifested into leather and skin and that familiar unimpressed look on your face.

though, it could be the drinks he'd downed playing a role.

you came. you actually came.

something in his chest cracked open then, warm and dangerous and all too intimate.

before he even realized he was moving, he was already half-way to you.

bodies parted like the sea in his path, like everyone knew better than to slow him down, no, not now.

you noticed him only when he was close, too close, presence unmistakable even before his voice reached you.

"you came.” he breathed out, almost breathless, despite the grin tugging at his mouth as he stopped just a few inches away from you.

your shoulders dropped a fraction at his familiar presence and you hated that they did.

“yeah, well,” you coolly stated, eyes flickering over him once and you almost smiled. of course, satoru gojo would be a surfer. of course he would, “you didn’t give me much of a choice. luna would have never forgiven me if i cost her this party.”

your eyes assessed him for a moment, white tresses all damp and messy, skin golden and shimmery, board shorts all too low on his hips.

a surfer, no surprise. and you were a biker. shocker.

he grinned anyway, wider and all too soft as his hand reached out to tug at the ends of your hair.

“yeah?” he drawled, low and deep, “at least you’re here.”

you shook your head but no edge was present. overstimulated and flustered, you shifted closer without meaning to, leather brushing against skin.

“don’t make this weird.” you warned with your doe eyes all firm and his heart ached in the best way possible.

fuck, when did being berated by you at a party become more fun than getting laid at a party?

his gaze dipped, just briefly, to the way those shorts hugged the curves of your hips. were these classified as shorts? they really couldn’t be.

fuck, you were so incredibly hot. he forced his gaze back up to your stunning face, forcing himself to behave.

“wouldn’t dream of it…” he murmured, stepping in closer then, close enough that the noise felt less sharp. like he’d placed himself between you and the chaos without meaning to.

one hand large hand moved to hover atop your hip, beneath your jacket, not touching yet, just there.

you noticed, eyes narrowing, “easy now.”

satoru chuckled, “what? rule number a thousand is i can’t touch you in public?”

you rolled your eyes with a soft scoff, arms crossing as you gazed up at him, “you…can. just-“

“satoru!”

a shrill voice practically screeched before a girl had basically rammed herself into satoru’s side.

you stepped back instantly, back against the wall with your face smothered in disgust at the sight of the drunken girl, bikini top all askew as she pressed herself against the man.

satoru grunted immediately, especially when you had stepped back, pale eyes turning to look down at the girl, an uncharacteristic frown painting his features.

“emi.” satoru grunted, hand leaning down to grip her shoulder and peel her off of him with a sigh, the girl immediately pouting up at him with her straight black locks and wide dark eyes.

“i’m back from vacation,” she grinned, tilting her head as she gazed up at him, all hazy and lustful, “you haven’t texted me back.”

you watched the interaction, almost entertained and awaiting satoru’s response. this was the most interesting thing that’s happened so far.

satoru wiped the hand he touched her with on his shorts before glancing up at you to see your emotionless expression hard at work, “yeah, sorry, been busy. now, would you excuse me?”

satoru turned to you then, smile growing once more and soft. devastatingly so.

“cmon.” his hand reached out to grip your hand gently, turning to move forward and guide you deeper into the house, easy and unhurried. wherever you went, he’d follow. whenever you paused, he stopped.

you glanced back at where emi stood, watching her narrowed eyes glare at the singular point of your shared hands. you didn’t care to pull away from him.

you weren’t dating satoru, nor did you feel for him. so it didn’t matter what she thought.

“be honest,” satoru stated as you made it to the kitchen, him fixing you both a drink of his choice, “did the theme live up to the hype?”

he moved towards where you were seated on the stool, handing you a solo cup which you accepted, his hand moving to the counter beside you, hips brushing your crossed legs as his pottier hand held his own drink.

“it’s cool.”

satoru made a show of it, gasping dramatically and placing a hand on his mouth, “cool? that’s basically a michelin star equivalent to you!”

you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head, glossy lips tilting up just a bit making satoru’s gaze brighten, shaking his own head gently.

“now i’m complete!” he stated as you took a sip of the coke in hand, “got my biker girl to have my forbidden romance with.”

you shook your head, “glad to be of service, gojo.”

satoru immediately grunted, “gojo, seriously? i’m supposed to be your lover tonight-“

“ew, don’t call yourself my lover-”

“well, i am technically your lover-”

“gojo-”

“physical lover-”

“don’t make it weird, man.”

and the next few hours passed in a similar fashion.

satoru gojo never left your side once.

he introduced you to people you barely registered, refilled your coke zero without being asked, pulled you into quieter corners when he could tell you were getting overstimulated.

he made stupid jokes in your ear all night just to watch your lips twitch.

and when he couldn’t take watching you in those minuscule shorts anymore, he dragged you upstairs and fucked you into absolute oblivion, tangled in hunger and heat, till you could barely utter your own name.

you were molten beneath him, as soft as he rendered you to be.

and that was the third thing you’d learned about satoru gojo.

he never broke the rules you’d placed, but always made you question why you’d set them in the first place. made you linger one second longer at the door, almost say yes when you meant no, show up where you’d already decided you wouldn’t.

and if you were smart and careful, which you’d liked to think you were, you wouldn’t let him make your boundaries feel like suggestions.

whatever this was, you’d have to guard yourself more than you already had.

and as it always seemed to be, after melting under him like no tomorrow, he woke up a few hours later to cold sheets and an absence engraved so deep into him.

you had fled once more.

tale as old as time, he thought.

a biker and a surfer.

☀︎

an - this took way too long u guys are soldiers 🫠 this is still kind of an intro to their dynamic, less plot focused but more plot will come! anyways hope u guys enjoyedddd and plsss lmk what u think i love to read ur comments + asks + thoughts!

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