#satomi

Fanart by hanamisoo on X | OC by @sweethearticism | 3.3k

⚠️: BASED ON THE SNL SKIT, CRACK, Fratoshi x Bi F!Reader x Fratoru x Sorortomi, Fluff, NOT Incest, Alcohol, Mentions of Non-con (Naoya 🤮), Reader is a Slut for the Gojos (and Everyone is a Slut for Her), Self-indulgent, Implied p in v, Making it Up to You!

CLIFFHANGER A BIT UNFINISHED BUT I GENUINELY DON’T KKOW WHAT TO DO W THIS FIC… IT IS A FEVER DREAM

Taglist: @1stmagnoila @koriknowsball @jinjen

Synopsis: You’re friends with the twins’ older sister, the current president of Alpha Kaisen, Satomi Gojo (My OC). She’s funny, witty, pretty, and sweet. Somehow, you catch the attention of her two younger brothers, Satoshi and Satoru. Now, the two want nothing more than to be around you all the time since that night at a party.

This was written for laughs. I do not condone these actions irl. My irl and I made a discord server for chatting and decor (divs etc.) Join us! we’re really bored…

The plan was simple: distract Satomi and keep her away from you; Satoshi and Satoru will take turns pretending to be their sister just to have more alone time with you. You’re always just so selfishly distracted by your sorority duties that you never have time to entertain them. How rude of you!

Yeah, the plan really is simple. Unfortunately, Satoru’s a bit of an overthinker despite his carefree facade.

“Satoshi, you ordered the wig, right?? And the… makeup??” Satoru asks nervously, pacing around his brother’s messy room.

Satoshi remains calm, lying on his bed while throwing a ball above his head and catching it repeatedly. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.” A bored expression rests on the older twin’s face as he catches the ball again.

The sound of the rubber smacking against Satoshi’s palms only intensifies Satoru’s anxiety. “We have to practice our voices. We can look like Satomi, but we’d have a hard time convincing the girl who’s around her half the time.” He stops pacing. “No, scratch that, ALL the time!”

Satoru isn’t wrong. Even if they had the same hair, eyes, height, and approximate size, someone could easily call them out. Hell, you’d probably be the first one to do so. You’re not stupid, and they know you aren’t.

“What if she’s fucking weirded out that we don’t have boobs? Or Satomi’s biceps somehow grew 10x larger?” Satoru continues on with his nervous rambling. “Or how about the way Satomi’s voice drops a few octaves”

Satoshi groans and sits up on the edge of his bed. “Okay, first of all, I don’t think she would be looking at boobs. Second, she loves biceps, constantly bites mine when she drunk ‘n all. Third, this was your stupid idea, stupid!”

The other brother huffs like a child. “Shut up. We wouldn’t have to do this if she wasn’t Satomi’s favorite pledge.”

“Look, dude, if you’re so worried, why don’t we practice?” Satoshi suggests sarcastically.

However, Satoru definitely did not receive the memo. With a hopeful tone, he says, “Practice?”

“Yeah, try to talk like Satomi.” Satoshi stifles in a laugh.

Satoru’s eyebrows furrows while his lips tighten into an annoyed pout. “You’re just going to make fun of me.”

“I always make fun of you, loser.” Satoshi finally laughs.

After making fun of his brother via barrage of laughter, Satoshi finally helps him alleviate some of his stress.

“Ya gotta make your voice sound more honeyed—warm. Like mom.”

“Huh, never really thought of it like that.” Satoru stops to think, nostalgia hitting him like a freight train. “Satomi does sound like mom…” He smiles, soft as he’s reminded of their childhood.

“Aaaaannnnddd yet we’re about to betray her. Try again.” Satoshi cut his happy thoughts short.

“Good morning, bæbe!” Satoru overcompensates, and his voice cracks, which erupts another fit of boisterous laughter from his brother. “It’s not funny!”

Satoshi’s laughter dies down then he says, “Why the hell don’t we just get one of the guys to distract Satomi so that we can both hang with her?”

Satoru groans. “We’ve talked about it this, dumbass. She’ll just find another friend of hers. The issue is she thinks we’re playboys, who can’t keep it in their pants.”

The other twin scoffs. “And this is supposed to make her trust us?” Oh, the irony.

“No… jus’ wanna be around her while she’s sober…” Satoru pouts.

How the hell are they going to pull this off?

A few days later, while the twins’ plans were coming to fruition, you were speaking to Satomi at the sorority house’s couch. Even after months since becoming a new pledge, you still sometimes called her “Ms. Satomi” or “Ms. ‘Tomi” for short. The older woman finds it absolutely endearing.

As her daily rambling about Greek Life politics ends, you decide to ask her about her brothers. Surely, she’d have the answer as to why they smother you with touch and affection all the time.

“Ms. ‘Tomi…” You say politely, grabbing her attention. “I don’t mean to sound rude.”

She smiles softly.

“But um… I kind of wanted to ask if your brothers are usually y’know… like clingy?” You tread lightly.

“Oh my god!” A look of horror washed over Satomi’s face, bracing herself for what you might say next. Were her brothers bothering you? She knew they were a menace, but they sure aren’t seriously mean. “Did they hurt you? What happened? Are you alright?”

You stop her concerned rambling and laugh, waving your hands in front of you. “No, no, no! Nothing of the sort!” It was nice to see a mentor figure of yours so concerned. She’s like the Elle Woods of your life!

“It’s just that they’ve been really clingy with me ever since the New Year’s party.” Your cheeks heat up, the embarrassment of the premise finally catching up to you. You’re telling their sister that you think her brothers are obsessed with you? That sounds a bit conceited, no?

You look away, trying to spew out more context. “Like um… I know they’re like still talking to other girls and stuff… fuck, this is embarrassing.” You hide behind your hands. “I’m so sorry, ‘Tomi.”

Satomi laughs. She knew that the twins took a liking to you months ago, but she never really bothered to talk about it. It’d be better if you found out on your own. Now that you did, she was more than happy to discuss.

She shrugs. “Y’know, baby, I was starting to think you’d never catch up to the hints those two idiots keep dropping—if you could even call them that.” He holds your wrists gently and coaxes you out of the awkward feeling.

“Hints?”

“Yeah, hints. Like how they scared off Naoya Zenin last week and how they greet you with kisses. They don’t even do that with me, and I’m their sister!”

You turn impossibly redder. “Well, I thought they just did that, y’know…?”

She shakes her head and cups your cheeks in her soft manicured hands. “Give yourself a little bit more credit, pretty girl. You’re acting like it’s so impossible for someone to have a crush on you.”

“I dunno, Ms. ‘Tomi… I just get so awkward around them. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“Huh, so that’s why.”

“That’s why what?”

“Why you don’t hang out with them.” She says. “Satoshi’s always bitching about how they can never get you alone unless you’re drunk at a party.”

“I always tell them it’s Soror duties…” You confess.

“Yeeaaaah, they told me.” Again, she shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re feeling entirely, but if you’re scared because you think you’d embarrass yourself and they’d be an asshole to you, don’t be. Those two could be your guard dogs, really. Especially Satoshi, heard he beat up Naoya after his little stunt with you. Don’t tell him I snitched though.” She winks with an undeniably cool smirk written on her cupid lips.

Ring, ring, ring.

“Speak of the devil.” She answers the call. “Hey, ‘Toshi.” Satomi greets as she absentmindedly plays with her pretty gemmed ear piercing.

“‘Tomi-e, I need your help. Come over, now.” Thinking it’s important, Satomi wastes no time, telling you what she’s up to and wishing you goodbye with a kiss on the top of your head.

Meanwhile, Satoru, in costume, hides behind the sorority house, waiting for their older sister to exit the compound. Upon hearing the front door shut, he lets the air settle before waltzing in and acting out the unbelievably idiotic plan. His goal was to properly establish the fake Satomi, gauge your reactions, and find out what makes you weak, other than your beloved liquid courage, of course.

A few minutes later, Satoru walks in, head held high even though his heart was hammering against his hard chest. “Hey, baby!” He says with a honeyed tone, trying to mimic his sister’s voice, which is miles far from his own.

“‘Tomi? Weren’t you just… wearing a different outfit? Like 10 minutes ago?” You question, confused more than you were suspicious.

Satoru shrugs, cool, suave. “Satoshi spilled something on my top after I helped him with the mess he made.” He lies so well through his perfect pearly teeth.

You smile. “That was a quick fix! You’re so good, Ms. ‘Tomi!”

God, you were such a ray of sunshine; he’s surprised that Satomi hasn’t taken you from them yet.

“Do you wanna eat out with me, pretty?” He asks nicely, trying to recreate his sister’s signature smile. If he perfects that, you’d never suspect a thing. And just like that, you agree immediately and enthusiastically, even giving him a big hug.

He hugs you back, his overbearingly large muscles flexing in your face, almost giving him away. Satomi’s always been on the muscular side, she can’t help it! She’s an athlete after all, so you paid no mind.

“Where are we going to eat, ‘Tomi?” You ask eagerly.

Satoru feels like his heart is going to explode. Is this how you really are when you’re comfortable? Could you be like this with him too—the real him?

He lifts your chin with a finger, now smirking like his usual self. It couldn’t hurt to let the dog in him out, no? Just for a bit. “Anywhere you want, babe.”

You try and think, long and hard. After a minute of being indecisive, you start to feel embarrassed. “Um… I dunno…”

He smiles. “What if I take you to a restaurant I—the twins and I like!?”

“Oh? Like a childhood resto? That’s cute! I’d love that!”

In all honesty, this is a ploy to know more about you. He just wants you to let him in, even through deviously unethical means. You’d forgive him though, right? Please, say yes!

He took you to a rundown food chain—cute and quaint. You sit in front of him, settling inside the warm atmosphere of the small shop.

“One kikufuku mochi, please!” He says, voice ridiculously high.

You smile. “That’s the same mochi Satoru likes.” Well, duh, they’re siblings. However, unbeknownst to you, Satomi hates the taste of kikufuku mochi.

Satoru’s face heats up. He’s only told you that once, when he gave you a piece from his box of treats. You’re so… he can’t even find the right words to say. God, he could just eat you up.

“Ms. Satomi, why’d you want to eat out?”

He shrugs. “‘Just wanted to get to know you more.”

You laugh. “Seriously?”

“Mhm, why else would I ask you?”

“I was hoping for something—” PAUSE. What the hell were you about to say?! You already had a superficial crush on Satomi’s brothers! No way you’re also enamored by the pretty and smart sorority president… “Nevermind…”

He laughs, almost blowing his cover. “Something what?”

“I dunno… just something…” You shrug.

He looks down at you—absolutely adorable, cute. “You’re so cute.”

You turn beet red.

Satoru laughs again, about to pinch your cheek when a certain pink-haired man stops him. Sukuna Ryomen, his fellow pledge, the one that bullies him the most.

Sukuna was aware of the twins’ plan. Hell, he was rooting for them but that doesn’t mean seeing one of his brothers cross dressing to get a girl’s attention isn’t the most hilarious thing ever.

“Hey, Satoru! Didn’t think you’d ever march your prissy ass in a place like this.” Sukuna teases with a knowing smirk.

“Satomi.” Satoru corrects, expression hardening.

You only look at the broad-shouldered tattooed man, not really knowing if you should interject. Unfortunately for you, he catches you staring and waves. “Hey, princess! Long time no see, no? Too enthralled by your sorority duties?”

Well, you definitely couldn’t say you were avoiding the men of Jujutsu Phi because you didn’t trust yourself to stay celibate around them! You just nod and smile. “Oh—yeah! Hello, Sukuna…” He winks and you lightly squirm in your seat.

“Say, what if we took a picture? To commemorate this once-in-a-blue-moon coincidence!” Sukuna says in sarcastic enthusiasm.

You awkwardly nudge yourself up and nod. “Sure, I don’t mind… yeahh.”

Sukuna turns to Satoru. “So?”

Satoru looks at the brute with fire in his eyes, but he couldn’t ruin the momentum now. He was in too deep. “Yeah. Sure.” He deadpans as if he isn’t fuming on the inside right at this very moment.

The larger man takes his phone out of his pocket, the device looking ridiculously small in his freakishly large hands. In the photo, he’s pinching your cheek, you’re surprised, and a scowl is present on Satomi’s Satoru’s face.

“Get lost.” Satoru mouths to Sukuna.

Sukuna only laughs but walks away anyway.

“He’s weird, no?” You chide.

Satoru still has a look of disdain on his face as he agrees with you. “That’s one way to put it.”

After the unfortunate encounter, Satoru desperately tries to get to know you more. But it’s hard when sometimes you’d respond with “Satomi! You already know that!” You’d say it in your cute little voice and he’d be hooked.

“Did you always live around here?”

You shake your head. “Nope!”

“Have you been outside of the country?”

“Mm… yeah! It was really fun!” You smile sweetly.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“You already know that, ‘Tomi!” You laugh then raise an eyebrow. “Also why are you acting like I’m on a hot seat?”

Satoru rolls his eyes and deny your accusation, no matter how correct you are. “I’m not.”

The hour passes by quickly. Satoru doesn’t even notice; he stares too much. How could he not, when he’s finally near you and speaking to you WHILE you’re sober!? When you lean too close, he almost kisses you, but he stiffens. He can’t let his sister claim your lips.

Like a timed savior, Satoshi calls asking for “Satomi’s” help once again. “I gotta run.” Satoru says, a soft smile written on his lips. “Stay safe for me, yeah?”

You stare for a bit before nodding.

This was—definitely something.

Later, in Jujutsu Phi’s group chat, Sukuna sends the picture he took.

Sukuna

LMAO look at this loser (Satoru)

[ 😆 6 ]

Toji

who the fuck

Sukuna

satoru dressed up as his sister

Nanami

Why is Satoru dressed up like Satomi?

Satoru

nahh, sybau

fuck u all

[ 😆 6 ]

Sukuna

u that desperate for pussy??

I can lend u one of my girls, js lmk bro

Satoshi

damn

Satoru

bitch??

don’t act like u aren’t in on it

Choso

it suits you, gojo-kun

Satoru

SYBAU.

Sukuna

you speak like a 12 yo boy

Satoru

and how tf would you know???

Sukuna

yuji, dumbass

Toji

alr, alr

enough w the bitching

I need to know if that mfing plan is fr

Satoru

it’s fr

AND it will work

Toji

that’s fucking gay

Satoru

in the BIG 2026??

[ 👍 1 ]

@ Satoshi

I’m getting dogpiled and ur not even saving me??

Satoshi

bingo

it was your idea anyways

🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

Satoru

??? ure lit doing it in a few days too

A few days later, it was now Satoshi’s turn to be Satomi. Satoru lured her out of the sorority house for the day under the guise of a brother-sister dessert festival date! “No kikufuku mochi, scouts honor!” Satoru said to convince his doubtful sister.

It’s a good thing it worked because if it didn’t, Satoshi wouldn’t be in here, baking with you.

First he asks you about him and Satoru. “Pretty, wha’dya think of m—Satoshi and Satoru?”

You pause. “I just told you a few days ago, didn’t I…?”

Huh, so you talk about us? Satoshi basks in the ego boost from the inside. “Tell me again.”

“Well um… they’re very touchy! But they’re also very nice and sweet n all… they just kind of intimidate me at times, especially Satoshi. He’s kind of brutish… but in a sorta cute way? I dunno! Satoru is um… he’s super sweet, and I wanna kiss his cheeks all the time, but I only feel confident enough when I’m drunk, so I have the excuse to be clingy! This is stupid.” You pout at your barely coherent rambling.

Satoshi is taken aback and almost drops the rubber spatula. You’ve never seen Satomi so clumsy! Always spilling the wet ingredients on herself… (after you answered so nicely) whining AND pouting.

“This is sooooo hard, baby!” Like me, he thinks. “Can we do something else?” He says, draping his arms around your smaller frame.

“But, Ms. ‘Tomi… we already mixed the ingredients!”

Satoshi being Satoshi, he decides that it’s time his sister shouldn’t giving in to your whines. “Tell you what, pretty.” He grabs your chin harshly but not to the point of aching. “You bake the cookies, and I’ll watch you bake the cookies, yeah? Sounds like a plan, no?” He laughs.

No, that does NOT sound like a plan. You huff to yourself. Satomi isn’t usually like this! She’s been so weird lately, changing personalities like it’s clothes.

He smirks upon seeing the adorable pout on your lips. Fuck, he could just kiss it off of you.

It’s honestly surprising that you haven’t figured him out yet. Between the twins, Satoshi was a tad bit taller and a bit bulkier. Surely, you’ll find out their little plan based solely on observation, right?

“Look, babydoll. If you want me to bake, you have to give me something in return.” Satoshi says.

“That’s unfair. You like baking.” You whine.

He shrugs. “Feelings change, people grow. Now, do you want to know what I want, angel?”

Babydoll… angel…? Satomi’s never used those pet names before…

“No way.” You huff, clearly not in the mood.

“Oh c’mon, why not? Don’t be such a spoilsport!”

“You’re acting like Satoshi… it’s weird…” You cross your arms and step back still with the same expression on your face.

Satoshi was taken aback, but he wasn’t about to let you notice. “Like Satoshi, huh? How? Does he scare you?” He says, menacing as he walks towards you, effectively trapping you against the counter.

Has Satomi always been this large?

“You think he’s intimidating?” He teases further, pushing you further onto the cold marble. “Kind of a brute? Huh? What is it?”

He loves the way your nose wrinkles and your eyes shut like a little doll, ready to be laid. What a fuckin’ weirdo.

You push him away, confused that the usual softness of Satomi’s body was gone. It was replaced with something harder, more solid.

Nervously, you speak. “Satomi…?”

Your hands find its way onto his broad chest, this was definitely not Satomi. The large man only laughs, not bothering to hide his identity anymore. It’s not like he’s going to throw Satoru under the bus, so no harm, no foul, right?

Satoshi takes his wig off to reveal his short white cut. “Actually, babydoll, it’s Satoshi.” He says, enunciating the syllables in his name. “Got that, pretty? Sa—say it with me! Sa-to-shi!” He says in that agonizingly patronizing tone. What an ass.

“Satoshi?!” You shriek.

“Woah… you don’t need to look so horrified, princess!” He places a fat kiss on the apple of your cheek, holding your waist to keep you in place.

“You are a brute.”

He only shrugs and hugs you against his chest. “Be that as it may, I’m pretty sure you still have a big crush on me, no? And Satoru too?”

You shake your head. “No way…”

“There’s really no use in lying, babydoll.” He laughs. “You already confessed everything!”

“That’s unfair!”

“No, what’s unfair is you denying me and Satoru of your affections, baby.” He rebuts, pinching your cheek.

You turn away, looking over at the barely mixed cookie batter and scattered ingredients. He leans in close, whispering in your ear. “How about I make it up to you, huh? I can call over Satoru and Satomi too. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, pretty girl?”

Immediately, your cheeks heat up and a warm gasp escapes your lips. Well, that’s definitely a yes.

Kyosato🍓🎤

or: my kyoji and satomi mixtape project, at its first stage of becoming.

You probably wouldn’t have guessed this was a derivative work for a character pairing by how rarely a graphic designer appears in an environment composed of illustrators and painters, let alone guessing this was a multimedia derivative work. And I couldn’t fault you if it were merely eye candy, or a busy visual work that perplexes perception. Because these likely impressions are secondary to my pursuit of catharsis, which is precisely what this derivative work is.