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satoru gojo x fem reader⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Summary: Gojo and you are classmates in law school, who also have an arrangement for casual sex. Which eventually changes.

Warnings: explicit sexual content

A/N: my other works ✎ masterlist (all art credits at the end)

The fluorescent hum of the university library was the soundtrack to your downfall. Across the mahogany table, there was gojo. He was sprawled in a chair that was far too small for his six-foot-three frame. His silver hair was a mess from him constantly running his fingers through it, and his eyes low as he scanned a law textbook.

He was the campus golden boy—wealthy, impossibly handsome, and possessed an arrogance that should have been off-putting but was instead magnetic.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that made the hair on your arms stand up. He didn't look up from his book. "If you keep staring at my mouth, I’m going to have to do something about it. And we really need to finish this brief."

"I was looking at the coffee stain on your collar," you lied, your heart hammering.

He finally looked up to reveal those startling, intriguing blue eyes. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. "Liar. Pack your bags, we’re going to my dorm. Now."

It had started sophomore year. A late-night study session for a mid-term turned into a heated debate, which turned into a dares, which turned into Satoru pinning you against his dorm room door.

The deal was simple and casual. No strings. No jealousy. Just two friends who were incredibly good at making each other forget the stress of law school.

Back in his room, the door hadn't even clicked shut before Satoru’s hands were on you. He was efficient and demanding. He backed you up against the edge of his desk, scattering highlighters and notebooks to the floor.

"You've been distracting me all day," he growled against the skin of your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point.

He stripped you with a frantic energy, his large hands warm against your cold skin. Satoru was a man who took up space; he dominated the room, and he certainly dominated the bed. When he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist, the friction was immediate.

He laid you on his bed, his body a heavy, welcome weight. He was vocal, his breath hitching as he moved against you, his eyes never leaving yours. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his thumb tracing your lower lip as he pushed deeper.

"Answer me, Y/N," he rumbled, his voice dropping to a gravelly register that vibrated through your very bones. He leaned down, his chest pressing firmly against yours, trapping you between the mattress and his solid weight. "You like it when I don't give you a choice, don't you?"

"Yes," you gasped, your fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders.

He rewarded your honesty with a deep, punishing kiss that tasted like desperation. His hands, usually so steady and controlled, were frantic now. He pulled back just enough to watch your expression as he increased the pace, his thumb still hooked over your bottom lip, tugging it down to keep your mouth open for him. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low, rough vibration. He grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them flat against the mattress above your head with just one of his hands. His grip was firm, a silent reminder of the physical disparity between you. "I want to see your eyes when you lose it."

His pace became relentless, a blurring friction that made your back arch off the sheets. He was watching you with a predatory intensity, his blue eyes glowing in the dim light of his desk lamp. Every gasp that left your lips seemed to fuel him, his own breath hitching as he leaned down to bite the sensitive skin where your shoulder met your neck.

"Satoru, please," you whimpered, your head tossing back.

"Please what, Y/N?" he hissed against your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. "Tell me exactly what you want. No casual lies tonight."

He released your wrists only to slide his hands beneath your hips, tilting you up to meet him even deeper. The intimacy was staggering, a raw, friction-filled heat that threatened to shatter the very foundation of your "no strings" agreement.

"I want you to stop pretending," you choked out, your voice breaking as he drove into you with a slow, agonizingly deep deliberate-ness. "I want you to ruin me."

A dark, low chuckle vibrated against your collarbone—a sound that was more growl than laugh. "Careful what you wish for, Y/N. I’ve been holding back for months so I wouldn't break our little 'arrangement'."

He shifted, his massive hands sliding from your hips to your thighs, forcing them wider until the stretch was a delicious ache. He abandoned all pretense of gentleness. The rhythm became a frantic, punishing friction, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing off the sterile dorm walls. Satoru was a storm—all heat and hard muscle—his silver hair falling into his eyes, which were blown wide and dark with a hunger that wasn't just physical.

He leaned down, his sweat-slicked chest sliding against yours, and captured your mouth in a kiss that tasted like iron and obsession. He wasn't just taking; he was reclaiming. His tongue tangled with yours, demanding and territorial, while his fingers dug into the mattress on either side of your head, the bed frame groaning under his power.

"You’re mine," he ground out against your lips, the words a jagged edge. "In this room, under me, you don't belong to the law review or your career. You’re just mine."

The friction built into a white-hot crescendo, a tension so tight it felt like a wire snapping. Your vision blurred, the edges of the room fading until there was nothing but the scent of his expensive cologne and the feeling of him filling every void. When your climax finally hit, it was violent—a total surrender that left you sobbing his name into the crook of his neck.

Satoru let out a wrecked, guttural sound, his head dropping to your shoulder as he followed you over the edge. He held you with a crushing force, his heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird, refusing to let go, while still keeping his length inside of you

For a long minute, the only sound was the jagged wreck of your shared breathing. He didn't pull away. Instead, he shifted his weight, burying his face in your hair, his hands still trembling slightly where they held your waist.

"Casual, right?" he whispered, his voice hoarse and stripped of its usual arrogance. He pulled back just enough to look at you, those celestial eyes searching yours for a lie. "Tell me again how this doesn't mean anything, Y/N. Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not terrified of how much I want to keep you like this."

"I can't," you whispered, your voice a mere thread. You tried to look away, but he caught your chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing your gaze back to his.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping back into that dangerous, velvety register. "Don't hide now. Not after that."

He shifted, the friction of his skin against yours reigniting a fire you thought had just been extinguished. He trailed his lips down the curve of your jaw, lingering at the sensitive spot beneath your ear. "You think I don't notice the way you look at me when we’re in the library? You think I don't feel the way your heart speeds up when I just sit next to you?"

He nipped at your pulse point, a sharp sting that made your hips instinctively jerk against his. He let out a low, dark hum of approval.

"I’m tired of the rules, Y/N," he growled, his hand sliding down from your chin to wrap firmly around your throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you hyper-aware of his dominance. "I’m tired of pretending I want to leave my mark on every inch of you so every other guy in that law school knows exactly who you belong to."

His eyes were glowing, a predatory, celestial blue that seemed to strip away every defense you had left. He leaned down, his breath hot against your mouth.

"Say it," he hissed, his grip tightening just a fraction. "Tell me you’re done with the lies. Tell me you want me to stay. Not just for tonight, and not just because you’re stressed."

"Satoru..." you breathed, your hands coming up to clutch his forearms.

"Say it, and I’ll show you exactly how much I’ve been holding back," he promised, a wicked, promise-filled smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I’ll make you forget there was ever a deal in the first place. I’ll make sure the only name you can scream for the rest of the night is mine."

The room felt smaller, the air vibrating with the sheer force of his focus. You were pinned beneath him, your lungs struggling to catch up with the frantic rhythm he’d just set, but Satoru wasn't finished. He never was.

He thrived on the edge, and right now, he was pushing you right over it.

"I’m done," you finally choked out, the admission tearing from your throat. "I’m done with the rules, Satoru. I want... I want all of it."

The look that crossed his face wasn't just triumph; it was something hungrier, something almost feral. He let out a low,jagged breath and suddenly shifted, flipping you over in one fluid, powerful motion until you were pressed chest-down against the cool, tangled sheets. The sudden change of position made your head spin, but before you could even gasp,his weight was back, heavy and absolute, pinning you to the mattress.

"Good girl," he growled into the shell of your ear, his voice a dark, gravelly caress.

He didn't give you a moment to recover. His hands, massive and warm, found your wrists again, pulling them behind your back and holding them there with a single, crushing grip. With his free hand, he gripped the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there while he leaned down to bite the slope of your shoulder.

"If we're throwing out the contract, Y/N, then I’m taking everything," he hissed, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your toes curl. "No more 'casual.' No more walking away when the sun comes up."

He moved then, his body a relentless force as he reclaimed the space between your thighs. The friction was different this time—sharper, more desperate. He wasn't just seeking his own release; he was seeking a total surrender. Every time he drove into you, his chest pressed into your back, the sheer heat of him seeping into your pores.

"Look at the wall," he commanded, his voice vibrating through your spine. "See your shadow? See how I’m holding you?I want you to remember this every time you try to look at me across that library table tomorrow."

You let out a broken, high-pitched moan, your forehead pressing into the pillow as the tension coiled again, tighter and hotter than before. Satoru’s pace became a blur of silver hair and hard muscle, his breath coming in harsh, rhythmic hitches against your neck. He was vocal now, swearing under his breath in a way that made your blood turn to molten lead.

"You’re not going anywhere," he rasped, his grip on your wrists tightening as he reached his limit. "Tell me you're mine.Tell me."

"I'm yours," you sobbed, the words muffled by the bedding but clear enough for him. "Satoru, please—"

The word "please" was the final thread snapping in his restraint. Satoru let out a sound that was pure, unadulterated hunger—a low, distorted growl that vibrated through your spine and settled deep in your marrow. He didn't just meet your plea; he crushed it.

He released your wrists, but only to rake his nails lightly down your back before his hands clamped onto your hips, his fingers bruising the pale skin as he hauled you upward, angling your body to take every bit of him. The friction was agonizingly perfect, a rhythmic, driving force that made the world beyond the edges of the mattress cease to exist.

"Mine," he repeated, the word a physical brand against the nape of your neck. "Every frantic breath, every late-night thought... I’m taking it all, Y/N."

He leaned over you, his long frame caging you in, his sweat dripping onto your shoulder blades. He reached down, his large hand sliding beneath your stomach to find the center of your heat, his fingers working in a torturous synchronization with his lower body. The dual sensation was too much—a sensory overload that had you clawing at the headboard, your back arching like a bow string pulled to the point of breaking.

"Satoru, I can't—" you gasped, your voice failing as the internal coil tightened into a blinding knot.

"You can," he countered, his voice dropping to a jagged, dark silk. He bit the sensitive tendon of your neck, his hips stuttering into a frantic, final pace. "Take it. Take all of it. I want to feel you shatter against me."

The explosion was violent. Your vision whited out, your muscles seizing in a rhythmic, helpless surrender that pulled a wrecked, high-pitched cry from your lungs. You felt him follow immediately after—a heavy, pulsing heat that seemed to pour directly into your soul. Satoru groaned your name, his forehead dropping against the back of your head, his entire body shuddering with the force of a release he’d clearly been denying himself for months.

For a long time, the only sound was the frantic ticking of the clock on his desk and the wet, heavy thud of your hearts beating in sync. Satoru didn't move; he stayed heavy and protective over you, his breath gradually slowing from a gallop to a steady rhythm against your skin.

Slowly, he shifted, rolling onto his side but pulling you back with him, tucking your spine firmly against his chest. His arm, thick with muscle, draped over your waist, pinning you to him as if he expected you to bolt the moment your head cleared.

He pressed a lingering, surprisingly tender kiss to the back of your shoulder, his silver hair tickling your skin.

"Don't even think about getting up," he murmured, his voice still rough from the screaming. "The library can wait. Law Review can wait. Tomorrow, everyone is going to see those marks on your neck and know exactly why you’re tired."

He tightened his hold, his chin resting on your head. "And if you try to call this 'casual' when we wake up, Y/N... I’ll just have to start all over again until you learn your lesson."

xo iris

A/N: art cred jackcherrii on x (all found on pinterest) | I didn't proof-read so if there are any mistakes pretend they aren't there.. 👀 I hope you guys liked this im still working on the fratjo one so :(