#saturo

EUGHHH SO GLORIOUS, PRETTY, BEAUTIFUL.🛐🛐

characters ꒰ gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso + sukuna 𐦯

warnings⋮ pre-relationship, slightly suggestive - mainly fluff!

satoru gojo x fem!reader

౨ৎ after a messy breakup, you go to vegas with your best friend, shoko, to forget about everything. a night of partying and drinking, you wake up in a hotel room with a stranger in your bed and a ring on your finger, with zero idea what happened. that stranger? satoru gojo-some guy you barely know. turns out, you two might've gotten married. now you've got to figure out what to do with this mess.

౨ৎ warning/tags: fluff, romance, jealousy, no smut (im sorry), sexual references, some angst, use of alcohol, inspired by what happens in vegas.

note: i’m loving this already…

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“You know what, Shoko?” you slurred, swirling the liquid in your glass before taking another sip. “He doesn’t even deserve me.”

A few hours ago, you walked in on Sukuna with another girl in your bed. Now, you’re at a bar with your best friend, Shoko, trying to drown the memory.

Shoko sat across from you, arms folded on the sticky bar table. Her eyes narrowed. “Damn right he doesn’t.” She reached for her drink, taking a long swig before slamming the glass down. “You should’ve punch him when you saw him. Or — oh! You know what we should do? We should egg his house.” Her face lit up with the idea, leaning closer. “Or maybe… we can beat the living shit out of him.”

You blinked at her, a little stunned. “Shoko…”

“What?” She shrugged, taking another drink. “He deserves it.”

You laughed dryly, shaking your head. “It’s not worth it.” Your fingers traced the rim of your glass, eyes dropping to the table. “I just… I really thought I was going to marry him, you know?” The words came out softer, almost like a confession.

Shoko’s face softened. She reached over, resting her hand over yours. “I know.”

You sighed, taking another sip, the burn sliding down your throat. “How did I not see it? I walked into my own room and there he was… with her. On my bed.” You squeezed your eyes shut, the image flashing behind your eyelids. “God, I’m so stupid.”

“Hey.” Shoko squeezed your hand. “You’re not stupid. He’s just an asshole.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning back in your seat. The music pounded through the speakers, but all you could feel was the ache in your chest. “Yeah,” you whispered. “An asshole.”

“You know what? Where can you go to forget all your troubles and make bad decisions?” Shoko asked, swirling her drink.

“Don’t say Vegas.” You rolled your eyes. She’d been begging you to go for the past month, but Sukuna said you couldn’t go. He was strict, always keeping you on a leash, making sure you never had too much fun.

“Vegas,” Shoko repeated, grinning.

You sighed, biting your lip. “I don’t know… what if I just end up thinking about him the whole time?”

“That’s what the drinks are for.” She took a sip and set her glass back down with a soft clink.

Shoko leaned in, eyes softening. “Babe, I know you’re going through a hard time right now. That’s why we’re going to Vegas. It’ll be a distraction. It’ll be fun. Besides, you deserve a break. Three years with Sukuna? that sounds like living hell.”

You hesitated. She wasn’t wrong. You were always asking permission, feeling more like a prisoner than a girlfriend. Maybe this was exactly what you needed.

“Okay,” you mumbled, nodding slowly. “Okay, fine. But I’m not trying to do anything stupid.”

Shoko smirked. “It’s Vegas, babe. We’ll deal with the consequences when we get back.”

You exhaled, feeling the tiniest flicker of relief. Maybe this was a good idea. Maybe, for once, you deserved to let go.

The moment you stepped out of the cab and onto the Strip, your mouth practically fell open. The lights were brighter than you imagined, stretching high into the sky, flashing and glowing in every color. The streets were alive, packed with people laughing, drinking, and stumbling from one casino to the next. Music thumped from somewhere nearby, and the air smelled like heat, excitement, and a little bit of regret.

“Wow…” you whispered, turning in a slow circle to take it all in. “Why haven’t I come here sooner?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” Shoko said dryly, dragging her suitcase behind her. “Maybe because you were too far up Sukuna’s ass to do anything fun.”

You shot her a glare. “Real nice.”

“Just saying.” She shrugged, smirking. “If you hadn’t spent the last three years playing house with Mr. ‘You Can’t Breathe Without Me Watching,’ we could’ve been making bad decisions here ages ago.”

You sighed, but a small smile crept onto your face. She wasn’t wrong. For the first time in a long time, you felt… free.

“Come on,” Shoko said, linking her arm with yours. “Let’s check in, get dressed, and let’s have fun.”

The hotel lobby was super busy. People were everywhere — talking, laughing, and dragging their suitcases across the shiny marble floor. The ceiling was really high, and there were these giant chandeliers that sparkled. You followed Shoko to the check-in desk, trying to take it all in.

Shoko tapped the little bell on the counter, sighing loudly. “Ugh, finally. My feet are killing me.”

While she dealt with the receptionist, you looked around. There was a bar in the corner, and you could hear the sound of slot machines somewhere in the background. Then, you noticed a group of guys standing near the lounge.

They stood out.

One of them had long black hair, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, looking bored. Another guy, taller and super muscular, had a scar on his lip and was sipping a drink while watching people walk by. But the one in the middle… he caught your attention.

He had white hair — like, really white — and the brightest blue eyes you’d ever seen. They almost glowed under the lights. He was tall and lean, dressed pretty casually, but something about him made it hard to look away. He laughed at something one of his friends said.

Then, as if he could feel you staring, he turned his head.

His blue eyes locked onto yours, sharp and curious. For a second, it felt like time slowed down. The noise of the lobby faded, and all you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears. He tilted his head slightly, a small smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks, and quickly looked away. What the heck was that?

“Come on.” Shoko grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward the elevator. “Room first, drinks second.”

You risked one last glance as the elevator doors slid shut. The white-haired guy was still watching you, his smirk growing before he turned back to his friends.

As the elevator went up, you leaned against the wall, heart racing. It was probably nothing. Just some random guy.

But for some reason, you had a weird feeling you’d be seeing him again.

The elevator doors slid open, and you followed Shoko down a long, carpeted hallway. The walls had fancy gold trim, and the lights were soft and warm. When you reached your room, Shoko swiped the key card, pushing the door open dramatically.

“Ta-da!” she announced, stepping inside.

You dragged your suitcase in and looked around. The room was huge — two big beds with fluffy white blankets, a flat-screen TV, and a massive window that showed off the bright lights of the city. You wandered over, pressing your hands against the glass, staring down at the endless crowd of people and glowing signs.

Shoko flopped onto one of the beds, stretching out like a starfish. “Do you have any idea how much money I spent on this?” she asked, grinning over at you.

You turned and gave her a look. “Shoko, how much?”

Shoko had been kind enough to pay for the trip. Of course, you offered to split the cost, but she insisted—something about ‘wanting to be reckless with her money for once.’

She just shrugged casually. “Does it really matter? What matters is that you’re having fun today. We’re in Vegas, and we’re going to make sure you forget all about that idiot Sukuna.” She paused, then her eyes lit up. “And maybe we can find a sexy man for you tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? Vegas men? You do realize those guys don’t want to commit, right?”

Shoko waved her hand dismissively, sitting up on the bed. “Please, babe. It’s Vegas. They’re here for fun, and so are we. Who cares if it’s not forever? You just need someone to take your mind off things.”

You sighed but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your face. “I guess you’re right.”

Shoko grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, cracking it open and offering it to you. “Exactly. Now, drink up, get dressed, and let’s hit the club. We’ve got a whole night of bad decisions ahead.”

You opened your suitcase, only to find a bunch of skimpy outfits neatly folded inside. You frowned, realizing with a sinking feeling that none of this was your doing. It was all Shoko’s idea of “fun.”

“What the hell, Shoko?” you muttered under your breath, pulling out a tight red dress with way too many straps.

As Shoko rummaged through her own things, oblivious to your mild panic, you started thinking. You hadn’t been out in so long. You were 23, still so young, but somehow, it felt like you missed out on so much. The last three years had been consumed by your relationship with Sukuna.

You and Shoko used to have so much fun back in high school — sneaking into parties, drinking. But ever since you met Sukuna, everything changed. He hated you going out, hated you having fun without him. He was too controlling, convinced you couldn’t be trusted to do anything on your own. You tried to argue, tried to explain that you were independent, but he always found a way to make you feel guilty.

You looked over at Shoko, who was already slipping into something that probably cost way too much, and realized how lucky you were to have her by your side. She’s the one who is helping you forget about him, even if just for a night. She always had your back, even when Sukuna tried to convince you that no one else could ever understand you like he did.

“Ready to party?” Shoko called over her shoulder, catching your eye as she twirled around.

You smiled, feeling a weight lift off your chest. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

You and Shoko finally arrived at the club, the music growing louder the closer you got to the entrance. The neon lights flashing from the outside made everything feel electric. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as the bouncer waved you both in, barely even checking your IDs.

Once inside, the place was packed with people moving to the beat, colorful lights flashing from every corner of the club. The bass thumped deep in your chest, vibrating through your body. It felt like a whole new world compared to the quiet, controlled life you’d been living with Sukuna.

Shoko immediately pulled you toward the bar, practically dragging you through the crowd of people. The bartender, a guy with slicked-back hair and a black apron, gave you a smile as you both hopped onto the bar stools.

“What are we drinking tonight?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

Shoko smiled and leaned in a little too close to the bar. “Two of whatever’s strongest.”

The bartender nodded and quickly got to work, mixing the drinks with practiced ease. As he slid them over to you, you took a sip of the strong cocktail, the burn warming your throat. You cringed at the taste, but it was a good kind of burn. The alcohol hit you almost immediately.

Shoko was talking to the bartender, but your attention drifted. You glanced around, trying to get used to the neon lights and the crowd, and then you spotted him across the bar.

It was him. The guy from the hotel lobby.

For a second, you totally forgot how to breathe. He was leaning against the wall, somehow looking like a model without even trying. His white button-up was unbuttoned at the top, showing just enough of his chest to make your face heat up. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off his forearms, and he wore this silver chain that somehow made him look even hotter. His dark jeans fit really well, and the way he stood, all relaxed and confident, made it hard not to stare. Then his eyes met yours, and it felt like the whole room faded for a moment. He held your gaze a little too long before looking away, and you had to remind yourself to blink.

You turned your head, feeling a flush creep up your neck.

Shoko, always noticing everything, leaned over to look at where you’d been staring. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.

“Oh, he’s cute,” she said, her voice almost teasing.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip. “Stop,” you said, trying to brush it off.

Shoko wasn’t having it. “What? He is cute. And I don’t know, he looks like he’s into you.”

You glanced over at him again, but this time, your eyes locked. You quickly looked away, your heart racing just a little faster.

Shoko raised an eyebrow, amused. “He’s totally checking you out.”

You shook your head, but the grin on Shoko’s face told you she wasn’t going to let it go.

“Don’t freak out, but I think he’s coming over here,” Shoko said, her eyes glued to the guy across the room.

You whipped your head around to look at her, your eyes wide. “What do you mean he’s coming over here?!”

Shoko leaned forward slightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I mean he’s literally walking with his two legs over here. Wait, hold up, a girl just stopped him.” She paused, watching the scene unfold across the bar.

You stared at her, confused. “What? What’s happening?”

Shoko squinted, still watching him. “Oh, wait, never mind. He’s coming back, and—oh no, his friends are following him too.”

Your brows furrowed, trying to make sense of the situation. “What are you even talking about?”

Shoko, now looking entirely too pleased with herself, glanced over at you. “Relax. He’s coming over. Just… breathe.”

You shook your head, panic rising. “Shoko, what do I do? Oh my god, I think I’m gonna throw up.” You took another gulp of your drink, chugging it down in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves. You’d never done anything like this before. Your whole life had been spent with Sukuna, and you hadn’t exactly gotten a lot of practice with normal, everyday interactions.

Shoko gave you a playful shove. “You’re gonna be fine. Just be cool. He’s just a guy, right? Don’t overthink it.”

Before you could even reply to Shoko, you heard a deep voice from behind you.

“Hello.”

You froze, your eyes wide as you looked at Shoko, who was staring at you with a teasing grin, then at the guy behind you. You slowly turned around, and there he was — the same man from the hotel lobby. He stood taller than you expected, towering over you as you sat at the bar.

You gulped, trying to compose yourself. He was even more hotter up close. His features were sharp, and those intense blue eyes seemed to lock onto yours, scanning you from head to toe. You felt a flutter in your chest as he smirked, his gaze lingering just a little too long.

“Well, you look even better up close,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. His grin was playful, but there was a sharp edge to it. “I’m starting to think I’m the lucky one tonight.”

Behind him, you noticed his friends were watching, clearly enjoying the scene unfolding before them.

You were completely caught off guard. Was this really happening? This wasn’t how your night was supposed to go. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out at first.

Shoko, always ready to tease you, couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh, you two already know each other, huh?”

He chuckled, glancing over at Shoko with a sly look. “Not yet, but I’m sure we’ll become great friends.” His eyes flicked back to you. “Right, sweetheart?”

You felt your heart race, but you rolled your eyes to play it cool, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how flustered you were. “Really? Is this how you greet every girl you meet?”

His smirk widened, and he leaned a little closer, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke. “Only the ones I think are worth my time. And right now, you’re definitely making the list.” He gave you a wink, causing a mix of excitement and discomfort to swirl in your stomach.

You sat there, trying to play it cool despite the way his intense gaze made your heart beat faster. Before you could say anything else, he spoke up again.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said, his tone more casual, like it was the easiest thing in the world to offer.

You shook your head lightly, glancing over at Shoko, who raised an eyebrow and shot you a knowing side-eye. “No thank you,” you said, trying to sound firm. “We were actually just leaving.”

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he took a step closer, his body language relaxed, almost too confident. “Really?” he asked, his voice teasing. “Seems like you two just got here.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could get a word out, he interrupted you. “Just one drink. I promise you, it’ll be worth your time.”

Shoko, still sitting beside you, seemed entertained by the back-and-forth. She glanced at you, her expression clearly saying you’re not gonna turn him down, are you?

You bit your lip, feeling torn. You weren’t exactly in the mood to indulge in this whole situation, but something about his persistent grin made you hesitate.

“Fine,” you said, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “One drink. But that’s it.”

He grin stretched wider, clearly pleased by your decision. “That’s all I need,” he said.

The last thing you remembered was you and the white-haired man talking. But somehow, one drink turned into five, stumbling back to his hotel room, tearing each other’s clothes off., and now… now you were sitting up in an unfamiliar hotel room, the sunlight streaming in through the blinds, your naked body wrapped in the blankets.

Your head pounded, your mouth felt like a desert, and there was something strange on your left hand.

Blinking, you stared at the shiny ring on your finger. It was real, wasn’t it?

“Wait…” you muttered, trying to recall anything about the night. “What the hell happened?”

You turned, half expecting to see your friend Shoko beside you, but instead, you saw the tall, white-haired stranger sprawled across the bed.

His piercing blue eyes stared right at you, head propped up on one arm as he gave you a lazy grin.

“Good morning, wifey,” he drawled.

You both stared at each other in silence.

Then you screamed. Loudly.

“Ah, geez, tone it down, will you?” he groaned, covering his ears as you scrambled to grab the sheets, wrapping them tightly around your body. You practically fell out of bed, heart racing a mile a minute.

“What… oh my god.” Your eyes darted around the room in panic, then back to him. Your gaze dropped to his bare chest, the blanket barely covering half his naked body. That’s when you saw his hand — and the ring on his finger.

“Did we…?” you whispered, voice trembling.

“Did we what?” he teased, wiggling his fingers at you. “Get married? Looks like we did, sweetheart.”

You froze, staring at him in disbelief. “No. No, no, no, no. There’s no way.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to piece together the foggy memories of last night. “I mean, I don’t even know your name! What is your name?!”

He smirked. “Wow, I’m hurt. You were screaming it last night.” He sat up, running a hand through his messy white hair. “It’s Satoru Gojo.”

Your head spun. “Oh my god, this isn’t happening.” You buried your face in your hands. “This was supposed to be a fun trip, and now… now I’m married to a complete stranger!”

Satoru chuckled, clearly amused by your meltdown. “Well, technically, I’m not a stranger anymore.” He leaned back against the headboard, watching you with that infuriating grin. “If it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure it was your idea.”

“My idea?!” You glared at him, eyes wide with disbelief. “There is no way I’d agree to something like this!”

“Well,” he shrugged, “you seemed pretty into it last night. Even called me ‘hubby’ a couple of times.”

You groaned, sinking to the floor as the weight of the situation hit you like a train. What had you done? You tugged the sheets tighter around you, gripping the fabric like it was the only thing holding you together.

“No. No way.” You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them, this would all be some ridiculous nightmare.

But when you opened your eyes, Satoru was still there, lounging in bed without a care in the world. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you unravel. You ran a hand down your face, glancing around the room. Clothes were scattered across the floor, empty bottles on the nightstand, and the faint smell of alcohol still lingered in the air. The hotel room was definitely nicer than you expected — sleek furniture, massive bed, and a window view that overlooked the bright Las Vegas strip.

“You okay down there?” he asked, voice dripping with fake concern. “You look a little pale. Maybe you should lie down. Or better yet, we could cuddle. You know… husband and wife bonding time.”

You shot him a glare. “Don’t. Even. Start.”

He raised his hands in surrender, though the smirk never left his face. “Hey, just trying to be supportive.”

You ignored him, your heart racing as you stared at the ring on your finger. You tugged at it, twisting and pulling, but it wouldn’t budge. “Oh, come on!” you hissed, yanking harder.

“You’re gonna rip your finger off.”

“I’d rather lose a finger than stay married to you!” you snapped, still struggling with the ring.

“Ouch,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “You really know how to wound a guy.”

You finally stopped, breathless and frustrated, letting your hands fall into your lap. “This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening.”

Satoru stretched, the sheets slipping lower on his hips, and you quickly averted your gaze. “Well,” he said casually, “unless we both had the exact same hallucination and these rings magically appeared on our fingers… I’d say it definitely happened.”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning again. “I’m gonna be sick.”

“Hey, at least we’ve got a great story,” he said, grinning. “Not everyone can say they got married in Vegas to a total stranger.”

You glared at him. “I don’t want a story. I want a time machine.”

He chuckled, leaning back against the pillows. “Sorry, sweetheart. No time machines here. But hey… at least you married someone hot.”

You ignored him, your brain starting to work through the haze of last night. Then it hit you. “Shoko.”

You scrambled to your feet, sheets still wrapped around you, frantically looking for your clothes. Satoru propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with blatant interest. “In a rush, wifey?” he teased, his eyes lazily trailing down your body. “You’re not trying to sneak out on me, are you?”

You spotted your bra hanging off the lamp and snatched it quickly, cheeks burning. He watched you with a lazy smirk, eyes following your every move. Turning your back to him, you dropped the sheets and hurried to hook it on, feeling the weight of his gaze like a physical touch.

“Wow,” Satoru whistled lowly. “Didn’t know I’d get a private show this morning. If I’d known marriage came with perks like this, I would’ve settled down ages ago.”

“Could you not?” you snapped, fumbling with the clasp. Your hands were shaking, whether from embarrassment or rage, you weren’t sure.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” he said, chuckling softly. “Hard not to look when my wife is putting on a show.”

Your face burned. Yanking on your underwear, you grabbed your dress and tugged it over your head, the fabric sliding down your body as you adjusted it into place. You whirled around, glaring at him. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Not when I’m this entertained.” He flashed you a grin, resting his chin in his hand as his eyes roamed over you once more. “Gotta say, though… you look just as good putting your clothes on as you did taking them off.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?”

“Never.” He smirked. “But if you want to shut me up, you can just kissed me again.”

You groaned, ignoring his teasing as you spotted your phone half-buried under a pile of clothes. Snatching it up, the screen lit with countless missed calls and texts from Shoko. Heart racing, you unlocked it and scrolled through the messages.

Shoko: OMG I JUST WOKE UP WTF HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

Shoko: WHY AM I IN SOME DUDE’S ROOM??

Shoko: tell me you actually didn’t marry that guy…

Shoko: CALL ME RIGHT NOW.

Before you could reply, Satoru who is now fully clothed, peeked over your shoulder, reading the messages. “Aw, looks like your friend had a good time too.” He grinned. “One of my buddies must’ve kept her company.”

You shot him another glare. “Can you be serious for five seconds?”

“Depends. Can you stop looking so cute when you’re angry?”

You let out a frustrated groan, flopping back onto the bed and covering your face with a pillow. This was officially the worst morning of your life.

Can’t stop thinking about riling up Gojo, teasing him until he loses control and breaks beneath you. He’d be so patient for you, biting back curses as you rid him slowly; the tantalising pace driving him more insane with every buck of your hips. You’d watch as his long, slender fingers twisted in the bed sheets, knuckles turning white in an attempt to stop himself from grabbing roughly at your hips and taking you exactly how he wanted to.

“Come on baby, you can do better than that,” The cocky grin on his face does little to hide his frustration, the smile not quite reaching his crystal eyes; instead they’re laced with something insatiable, something threatening. Your walls clench around him at the sight of the hunger in his gaze and he whines, his brows furrowing.

“Please,” He’d whimper, the smug expression reduced to one that’s almost wanton, “Please, I need you. Need you so fucking bad.”

Your rhythm doesn’t change, if anything it slows even further. It sends Saturo’s resolve crumbling, breaking apart piece by piece with every minute that goes by. His brows are pinched in the centre, mouth open as he pants pathetically, whimpers leaving his soft, pink lips. You’re addicted to the fire behind his gaze, the blazing look burning amidst his blue orbs burning brighter than you’d ever seen.

A growl rips through Gojo’s throat, his strong digits digging into your sides, hard enough to bruise. “Fuck this,” Saturo mutters menacingly, a depth to his silky voice that sends shivers down your spine. One moment you’re bouncing leisurely on his length, the next you’re flipped around entirely, face buried in the sheets and ass in the air, “Now you’ve fucking done it.”

He thrusts into you roughly, unapologetic as his hips snap into you from behind. A crazed chuckle leaves his lips, watching the way your ass bounces against him with a lob sided, carnal grin. Gojo holds your hips with a grip so strong it makes you gasp, bucking into you ruthlessly. He was never necessarily vanilla with you before, but the way he’s grinning like a madman and the speed of which he’s fucking into you is something you’ve never experienced. Today you’d pushed him too far, broken your sweet, loving boyfriend and reduced him to this.

You fucking loved it.

“Thought you could take control, heh,” You hardly recognise his voice, practically hearing the maniacal smile in his words. Saturo’s hand snakes up to your hair, grabbing it in his fist and pulling you up so your backs to his chest. He lewdly licks a stripe down the back of your neck, nipping at the skin, “Look at you now,” His tone turns soft and downright patronising as he speaks into the nape of your neck, “A dirty-little- fucking-slut.” Each filthy word leaving his mouth is punctuated by a thrust. It sends heat rushing to your core, he never spoke to you like this, always praising and complimenting you as he’d worship your body.

“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?” You tried to answer but the way he’s fucking you has unable to formulate a sentence. He loosens his grip on your hair, combing his fingers through the strands and a soft, wet kiss on the back of your neck, completely juxtaposing the way he’s pummelling your cunt, “Filthy girl.”

Saturo’s mind is hazy with lust, nothing on his mind but ruining you for working him up so much. The moans leaving his mouth are unabashedly loud, lost in the feeling of you around him. His icy hair is ruffled, eyes glowing impossibly brighter and that wicked smile still graces his lips. You turn your head to look at him and he almost comes right there, his brows pinching together in the centre and his eyes going lidded. “You look so fucking pretty when I ruin you baby.”

Prompt — in which Saturo Gojo is claiming he has done it before whilst flirting with you. You make big on his claim and invite him over.

Content warning — Gojo x FemReader, University/College au, sex, nsfw, oral, inexperience, virgin Gojo, virgin reader,

Message—I had this idea when I was listening to this song earlier lol and Gojo seemed best to fit it. I also think this has been done before PLS tell me if it has i do not want to assume to be the original!

You sat in math class—extremely bored. Your chewing gum flavour long gone as you zoned out your babbling teacher, eyes glancing at the boy next to you who seemed to have the same expression on his face—bored.

Saturo Gojo

One of the most popular guys in the school, star athlete, academic and overall charismatic guy. He was also a big talker—even bigger flirt. He’s tried many a times to spark up a conversation with you—he just couldn’t help himself. He loved to talk and—well he thought you were pretty hot too. He’s always had less than polite thoughts about you when he seen you, couldn’t help himself.

You were drop dead gorgeous—pretty eyes, thick thighs and long hair. He couldn’t help himself but speak to you, mouth opening before words had even fully formed in his head—just wanted to hear you giggle quietly beside him at whatever he could say to keep you going.

It started off so innocent between the two of you—honest. Gojo enjoyed your company, finding it refreshing you weren’t totally gawking at him every class or attempting to touch his leg under the desk—too many times he’s had to swap seats. You had a vibe about you and Gojo was totally digging it.

Gojo’s finger found the edge of his lip—teeth biting his nail as his mind wandered far, far away from whatever his teacher was going on about. He couldn’t help but daydream in this class—daydream about you. His pupils dilating behind those sunglasses he wore as he thought of you in the dirtiest of ways—thinking how you would ride on it, would you sit up? Lick him off first?. Gojo felt his jeans tighten at how vividly he was imagining you right now.

Brrrinnnggg

Saved by the sound of the bell—not. Gojo jerked back in his seat at the sound crashing through the image of your thick thighs around his head. His throat dry and cheeks warmed as he glanced up—you were already standing up, waiting for him. Your next classes were nearby each other so you usually walked together. You only raised a pointed brow at him still sitting as the classroom slowly cleared out.

“You comin?” His eyes drifted to your glistening lips—shiny from your pink tongue that just licked them. The bulge in his jeans throbbed and he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I gotta meet Geto now. You go on ahead!” He gave a quick grin to hopefully help convince you. You just shrugged and turned on your heel—his eyes immediately honing in on your ass—thick, soft, plush and totally not helping his raging boner.

Gojo waited for you to completely turn the corner before making a beeline to the bathroom, slamming the door open and finding Geto inside—back against the walk with a cigarette in hand. He gave Gojo a look before smirking at seeing his best friends slightly flustered expression.

“Something bothering you?” Gojo’s teeth gritted at his friend’s question—he knew, knew about his silly feelings for you—could he even call it a crush? You just made him insanely horny.

“Shut up—pass” he walked over and gave his hand out to get a puff of the cigarette—something to unwind him.

“Should just get it over with and fuck” Geto let out a smokey breath “its pathetic Saturo”

“Theres nothing to get over” Gojo huffed feeling his cheeks warm as his friend just teased him further.

“If you weren’t still a virgin it would be easier—just fake it till you make it” He crushed out the cigarette and dumped the butt into the sink. They both headed out the door continuing their conversation on a different topic.

Geto was right—it was pathetic he was still a virgin, especially since a rumor got out that he apparently had sex with Mei Mei. Gojo visibly shuttered at the thought—that chick was batshit crazy for him.

…

Gojo knocked back another tin looking around the campfire of all his classmates. Everyone decided to head to the beach this weekend to have some down time and of course he was there—you were here too. His eyes hadn’t left you since you showed up, in your little strappy top and—fuck, those shorts that just hugged your thighs. Gojo seriously loved your legs, couldn’t help but think about how soft they’d feel with him between them—big thick things hugging you tight.

But he could only imagine—ain’t ever ate anyone out before. He was embarrassed by how little experience he had, especially since he was such a horny guy—for you. He heard Geto clear his throat and turned to glance at him, seeing his friends wiggle his brows and nod his head in your direction. You were talking with their friend Utahime—Gojo shook his head furiously but Geto was already up and heading towards you.

Gojo quickly followed suit.

You glanced over seeing the pair of them join in on your conversation, greeting them both and finding those pretty blue eyes already staring at you—stomach fluttering as you looked away. Gojo’s mouth was dry as he thought of what to say, noticing Utahime and Geto had left you two—definitely on purpose.

“You enjoyin’ yourself?” He broke the silence and you found his eyes once more nodding. You had drank a bit too much and were pretty drunk—worried about saying the wrong thing.

He was a pretty boy.

“Y-Yeah it’s been fun, have you?” What a pretty smile you flashed at him with pink cheeks.

“Always do when you’re around Gorgeous” your cheeks just darkened at his words.

“Yeah? Suppose you’re not such bad company either” You snipped back at him and Gojo’s brows raised in fake hurt as he gripped his chest, sinking to his knees like your words had killed him.

You only giggled at his dramatics and followed him down, stumbling slightly on your way causing him to reach out and grab at your waist to steady you. His big hands holding the soft skin made both of your skins prickle, finding yourself now criss crossed beside him—his hands back to himself now. It was silent between you too—knees touching and breathes steady. It was nice until you spoke.

“Why’d you have sex with Mei Mei” Gojo choked on his own spit making you gasp and turn to face him properly, finding yourself on your knees hands rubbing up his back to pat it.

“Ugh—th-that never happened. She made it up” he couldn’t believe you asked him that—that you believed that crazy chick. He sat back up and your hands slid down to his thigh, keeping the skin warm—it’s all he could focus on.

“Oh—sorry” you paused and your fingers absentmindedly curled into his skin slightly, feeling it. He was growing a sweat.

“You ever have sex then?” Your next question sent him to the grave. His stomach dropped and his usual calm demeanour broke—just for a second. He sipped his cider and pushed his glasses back up to cover his eyes—trying to ground himself whilst you still felt his leg up.

His swimshorts were growing tight.

“Of course i’ve had sex before” Gojo lied straight through those pretty teeth at you. His heart was thumping hard in his chest. “Im like a pro, baby”

The nickname and his forwardness in his own game made you blush more, thighs tensing together at the warmth gathering between them. Gojo was freaking out inside—badly. Where were you going with this? He hasn’t been in pussy since the day he came out one, never made it past kissing and feeling up. Your next words almost had his eyes rolling back and his heart seriously about to come out his throat.

“You’re a pro huh? Well, how about you show me” you said it so sultry, big eyes with long lashes blinking so sexy up at him. He sucked his lip between his teeth at the sight.

You wanted him to show you how good he was? Gojo only day dreamed of this—of pleasing you as much as he could. Except in his daydreams he was a pro, calm, collected and confident but right now he was shaking. Fingers curled tightly into clammy palms at your request—But he didn’t let it show and only flashed you a grin that had your stomach flipping and head going hazy with dirty thoughts.

“My parents are gone for the weekend, so saturday?” Gojo nodded silently, mouth so dry as your hand slipped up his thigh, fingers dipping underneath the edge of his swim shorts. Were you trying to make him bust right here? Right now?.

“Yeah baby, sounds like a plan” he said, trying to play it cool as his mind fizzled with all sorts of thoughts, half euphoric and half panicked. You just giggled at the nickname and slowly got up after confirming Saturday with him.

You gave him a small wave goodbye and turned on your heel upon hearing Utahime call you. His head twisted over his shoulder—practically breaking it to watch your figure walk away, hips swaying and ass jiggling. He was so screwed, he almost came with just you rubbing his leg—how was he meant to hold off till he was inside you?

…

“You’re fucked Saturo” Geto just barked a laugh at the panicked look on his best friends face, if he had a normal hair colour instead of the bright white he was sure he’d be going grey from the stress he was under.

“Not helpful, tomorrow is Saturday, what if she knows its my first time?” Gojos voice trailed slightly “what if i’m not big enough for her?”

Okay—seriously Getos face was bright red as he doubled over in laughter at his friend. This was gold—Gojo swatted his hand over the back of his friend’s head at his antics. He was seriously panicking now ever since that day at the beach you’d been more forward with him, winking at him—giggling more at his jokes. Even going as far as to touch his thigh under the desk in math class. He could almost feel those manicured nails scratching at him.

“I don’t know what to tell you Saturo, shoulda fucked someone sooner and you wouldn’t feel like this” Gojo opened his mouth to retort but the bell rung—he obviously didn’t plan to stay a virgin for this long but none of the other girls had him this hooked.

“Go watch some porn when you’re home or something” and with that Geto left the bathroom with a lazy hand waving behind him at Gojo, who only groaned.

He was so fucked.

…

Gojo groaned deep as he looked down at you between his legs, hair tightly fisted in his hand as you took him further in your mouth—fuck, felt so good. His brows knitted together as a sheer sheen of sweat lay on his forehead. He was hot, so hot—so were you coming up off his cock with wet lips that let out such a satisfying pop. He tipped his head back, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed the spit that was salivating in his mouth. He couldn’t believe this—how good you were.

Making him feel so good.

His fingers slipped from your hair letting it fall messily over your face—fuck, could you look any hotter? Nails digging into his knees as you slowly slinked your way up between his legs—hands slipping up with you as they rubbed over his bare chest. His cock hard and leaking against his stomach. You were being such a tease, giggling at him leaning forward and pressing those pouty lips against his neck. He was in heaven.

If he died right now he’d be happy. You pulled back suddenly opening your mouth.

“Gojo” his brows furrowed the heat in the air fizzling out—why did you sound different.

“Gojo?” Again what was wrong with your voice.

He opened his mouth to reply when his body jerked—with a jump Gojo sat up in his bed eyes wide fingers digging into his sheets as he turned to face his mother who stood in his doorway. It was a dream—just a dream. He slumped back with a sigh face warm and feeling seriously clammy under his bedsheets—particularly sticky between his thighs. Fuck, he came in his sleep.

Gojo couldn’t believe he just had a wet dream of you. He looked over to his mother who had a slightly concerned look on her face at her son’s slightly disheveled appearance, none the wiser.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting sick honey?” She hummed stepping in and reaching a hand to touch his forward but he just swatted the air before she could reach.

“N-No m’fine, just too warm” he grumbled and she frowned but nodded.

“Okay well it’s time to get up. I don’t care if it’s Saturday. You can’t be lazy” she snipped, opening his blinds and then leaving.

He puffed out his cheeks—it was Saturday and he felt no more confident about his plans with you later tonight. Maybe he should just bail rather than embarrass himself in front of you later. You’d never speak to him again if he’s cumming from wet dreamz—hasn’t done that in a couple of years. He got up, eyes glancing downward at the multiple condoms in his bin that he was using as practice last night—didn’t go very well. They kept ripping.

He was so screwed.

…

“Gojo, H-Hey come on in” You beamed up at him and stepped aside to let him enter. You’d spent all day practically deep cleaning the house for when he arrived. You were jittery with nerves.

He looked around your home with a small smile turning to follow you upstairs to your bedroom. Gojo looked calm on the outside but he felt as though his stomach was about to come up his throat—couldn’t believe he was about to lose his virginity to you. If it even got that far, you’d definitely notice his lack of experience and laugh at him. A girl of your kind? Definitely had a few goes under your belt—no way you could be a virgin. All the guys in school tried chatting you up.

He joined you on your bed shoes off and swinging his long legs up. His back resting against your headboard as you flicked your Tv on to some random show. Your thigh was pressed to his—warm, so warm he wanted to feel your soft skin. And it was soft, you had spent all afternoon after you finished cleaning to get ready, moisturise, wash hair, shave—everywhere. The whole nine yards just for him.

And even after all that prep it didn’t quell your excitement or anxiety. You were about to lose your virginity to Saturo Gojo, of all people in the school—cursing your drunk self for planning this. He’ll definitely realise half way that you don’t even know how to give head and leave. You’ll be the new rumour going around. The new laughing stock of the entire school, maybe you should just tell him—be honest about your lack of experience, get it off your mental.

“Hey, whats on your mind Gorgeous?” His voice broke your train of negative thoughts and you jumped slightly, hair falling from behind your ear as you turned to look up at him. Always so much taller than you.

Gojo swallowed at the sight of you—always so effortlessly pretty. His eyes darted down to your glossy lips and before you could confess he ducked his head down and pressed his to yours. The measly gasp on your tongue dying when his entered your mouth. Gojo hands grabbed at your waist and pulled you up and onto his lap, big thighs on either side of his hip—so warm. Your hands fumbled around his shoulders until one settled on the back of his neck and the other on his chest.

You both groped and mouthed at each other like the two horny teens you both were. You whined into his mouth when you felt his hips jerk up into you—god, he felt so big and he was still fully clothed. Gojo pulled away just slightly, one hand leaving your warm skin on your waist and pushed his fingers into the hair on the back of your neck—pulling your head backwards gently. His lips finding their way to your chin, jaw and then your pretty neck.

He could already feel himself leaking in his boxers. He was too excited and you had barely started anything, suckling hard on the soft skin on your neck hearing another whine leave those lips—god, he wanted to hear more, alot more. He kept going finding every single space on your neck to kiss and suck. It was making you dizzy and only whine louder your own hips matching his—rolling down onto his bulge below you. Felt so, so good, you felt drunk on him. His cologne wafting around your nose only encouraging the feeling of want in your stomach. You wanted him—wanted more.

Panties already soaked beneath you as Gojo finally pulled back from your neck and gave you a smirk. He pulled his glasses from his face and those pretty eyes felt as though they were stripping you bare, right here, right now. His big hand thumbed at your hip bone as he continued to jerk his hips up into you watching with hungry eyes and a salivating mouth at how your brows furrowed and lip got sucked between pretty teeth—small little whines and gasps leaving your mouth every time he did.

Gojo was hooked—fuck he didn’t care if he came early he could go all night if you kept that look on your face. He leaned forward hands finding the small of your back and rolled you both over—placing himself on top and between those thick thighs that wrapped themself tightly around his waist. He leaned down and found your lips once more—starving this time to taste you again in his mouth. He kept rolling his hips like he had practiced into his pillow—shamefully. The warmth between your thighs felt so good.

“Mm—Gojo” the whine of his name snapped something in him as he fumbled with the hem of your top before pulling it off swiftly. A lacey bra greeted him and he groaned shifting down slightly as he kissed his way down, nose nudging at the cup slender finger hooking and pulling it down to free your breasts—damn, every part of you was hot, so fucking hot.

He caught your hard nipple between pearly teeth and sucked—your back jerked up into him at the feeling, stingingly good pleasure coiled in your stomach—panties seriously soaked now. You’d never gone this far with anyone feeling slightly embarrassed at how desperate you must seem, has he noticed yet? Your lack of experienced composure. Gojo just bucked his own hips into the sheet below him—holding back a shuddering groan, even your boobs tasted sweet. He was so drunk on you it physically hurt—his boxers restraining his hard cock that was pulsing.

Needed to be inside you soon—really soon.

His hands felt their way down to your bottoms hooking in the waistband and he began to pull, feeling you shift up to help him pull them off you—matching panties. The air on you felt cold with how exposed you were, looking up at him through thick lashes as he sat up pulling his own top and bottoms off, leaving himself in his boxers. You sat up hands shakily reaching for his waistband, nails scratching his lower abdomen and making him tense those abs. He looked so hot.

Gojos own breath hitched as you freed his cock, hissing at the cold air on his pulsing red tip. He felt so sensitive, more sensitive than he has ever felt before. Your own lip sucked between teeth as you wrapped your hand around the base—would this even fit? You slowly leaned forward, so nervous and licked at the tip and Gojo’s eyes rolled back into his head, hand finding the top of your head fingers curling into your hair to steady himself—fuck, don’t cum yet. He wanted to so badly, wanted to watch you swallow his load but he needed to hold out.

Didn’t want to embarrass himself.

But it was proving so difficult with how your lips sucked him into that warm wet mouth of yours. He only groaned deeply as you continued to fit as much as you could into your mouth. His stomach was tense, skin hot and forehead clammy as you pulled off and kissed the tip of him—you kissed your way down only to lick back up, he felt dizzy—worse he felt like he was gonna cum. Gojo pulled with a quiet whimper at your hair making you pause and look up through thick lashes, hand still slowly pumping him..

Who knew you were such a pro—well you didn’t think so, mind going a hundred thoughts a minute—did he know? Realise you weren’t good at giving head. You tried, honest—did everything your friends told you to do. You were hoping it felt good cause you were so wet whilst pleasing him, something about hearing his groans made your thighs sticky.

His other hand reached down to your arm and pulled you back on top of him, slipping his shirt off. His heavy cock sitting right under your wet patch in your panties—between those warm thighs he dreamed about. The minute his shirt was off his mouth was on you, hands finding their way to the swell of your ass, fingers digging in hard to rock you up on his cock. The feeling made you whine and Gojo’s hips buck—felt so good rubbing against you, making your wet cotton underwear rub against your clit just right. The friction was sending you to cloud nine.

He somehow still kissing down your neck flipped you both over once again, fingers nervously hooking into the band of your panties and giving you a glance to see—a nod from you was all Gojo needed to pull them off. His heavy cock now between thighs—fat tip rubbing between the soaked folds and on your clit. Your manicured nails raked down his back as whines left your bruised lips.

“G-Gojo—mm’please” it was all you could muster as he continued to overwhelm your body, lips sucking dark hickeys, fingers pinching your hard nipples—and his cock rubbing your clit—you wanted to cum right then and there, stomach coiling with anticipation as he sat back off you making you whimper.

He pulled out a condom from his pocket after slipping his bottoms and boxers completely off, ripping the packet open and smoothly rolling it over his cock—no ripping. The sight reeled you back in as he climbed back over you, nudging your cheek with his nose and kissing it. His hand grabbing at the base to line up with you when your own reached out to grab his wrist—big blue eyes coming up to meet your wide ones.

“I-I gotta something off my mental. I-I know you’re a ‘pro’ but i’ve never did this before” your pointed look between where your bodys were about to connect made Gojo’s own eyes widen.

You were a virgin?!—no way, like no way.

His lips parted slightly and the silence was overbearing as your chest continued to rise in short pants—waiting for something, anything. Can he say something? Do something?.

“S’okay baby, neither have I” his own confession made you gawk. Saturo Gojo is a virgin? Him? Of all the boys you’ve met you’re absolutely shocked. How could he be a virgin.

A smile curled onto your lips and he matched it leaning back down and pressing his to yours. His hand pushing his cock against your wet pussy. It stung—not as much as you expected but it still hurt- he was bigger than you thought but it faded slightly when he bottomed out. Gojo’s arms were tense as he held himself up, veins bulging as he buried his head into your shoulder—trying to ground himself, trying to keep himself from cumming.

You were so tight—so warm.

A moan left your pink lips that had him snapping into action—messy, undisciplined and raw. Gojo’s pace was fast and stuttered but it had your eyes rolling and his back red from your nails digging into it. He wanted to stay like this forever, keep that fucked out look on your face for as long as he could—which unfortunately for Gojo wasn’t very long. He came with a stutter and choked out gasp. His hips stopping abruptly deep inside you as his cum filled the condom. His head dropping down, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as he looked down at your red face.

He gave a shy smile and laughed slightly—embarrassed but you only leaned up to kiss him. He pulled out as you did discarding the condom. You went to sit up but a firm hand on your throat stopped you as he shuffled down, kissing between your thighs making you shiver with anticipation.

⇜ previous chapter ⋮ next chapter ⇝ ➤ a multi-chapter fic in which Satoru and Suguru are your childhood best friends. Reuniting as adults, you realize you're in love with them both. Will they make you choose? S. Gojo x fem reader x S. Geto

WARNINGS ᯓ none really

WORD COUNT ᯓ 864

Chapter 2. Departure

You didn’t notice it at first.

Not the way Satoru began showing up late to lunch, giving lazy excuses when he collapsed on the bench beside you. Not the way his texts took longer to send, his responses slightly clipped and devoid of his usual dramatic flair. It wasn’t until he stopped draping himself over your shoulders constantly, stopped stealing your snacks, stopped calling you in the middle of the night just to tell you about some stupid dream he had, that’s when it hit you.

He was pulling away.

It wasn’t a grand gesture or a majestic goodbye, nothing obvious or bold. It was the absence of things, the dainty threads that once bound you daily to him.

And in his absence, Suguru stepped in.

It was subtle at first, the shifts in gravity and adjustments in your triangular orbit. Satoru still laughed the loudest in every room he was in, still throwing his arms over you and Suguru when he ran into you like nothing changed, still nudging your knee under the desk. But it wasn’t the same.

Not when Suguru started waiting for you after class, his shoulder brushing yours in the crowded halls, conversations filling the space Satoru took with him.

“You free after school?” Suguru asked one morning, leaning against the wall in the locker bay.

You glanced at him, blinking. His voice had a weight to it now, a purpose that carried something heavier than the careless ease before.

“I think so, why?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Just thought we could go get something to eat. Just us.”

Just us?

It wasn’t like you never spent time alone with Suguru before, but something about the way he said it made something shift in your chest. And something about the way he said it made you feel guilty, sad that Satoru wasn’t there.

And so, it became a habit.

Satoru’s presence had once been like the hum of a space heater, a constant that shaped the very air around you, an unspoken warmth that settled into the background of your life. But now, it was a fading sound, a memory that slipped further away, and every time you reached out, your fingers brushed against nothing.

He always seemed busy, college entrance exams, family obligations, a million reasons he gave that were probably true but never feeling quite right. Suguru filled that space, stealing the magnitude Satoru carried and offered it to you. He walked you home when the sun thinned out into the horizon, his voice thoughtful as you two talked about everything and nothing and something in between. He let you borrow his jacket when the wind sharpened. He listened when you talked about your future, about how the three of you were supposed to go everywhere together, yet somehow you were all going to end up apart.

Suguru’s smile seemed to linger a little longer each time, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that made you stutter, unbalanced in the weight of his full attention. You often found yourself taking the long way home, passing the old cafe you three would visit together. Where Satoru would order the same thing without fail, and Suguru would tease him for it. The familiar sight of it stirred a quiet longing. You wondered if you would ever feel the same again, or if that place had become a relic, frozen in time, holding memories that no longer belonged to you but a version of yourself you’d soon forget.

“I guess we can’t all stay here forever,” you murmured one night, Suguru and you lingering in the front of your house, neither of you ready to part ways just yet.

Suguru hummed, looking up at the star-filled sky. “No,” he said optimistically. “But, I think that’s okay.”

Your brows furrowed, frowning. “You do?”

He looked at you, streetlight illuminating his sharp face, bangs swinging in the wind. “Yeah, I think some things are meant to change.”

You looked down, wanting to ask him what he meant. Some things are better left unspoken, and the better part of you knew exactly what he was talking about.

Nostalgia, you realized, had a way of weaving itself into every corner of your life, even the ones you thought you could escape from. You never really appreciated the good times when they were here, didn’t see how fragile they were, never realizing how close you held it to your heart. You felt yourself slowly descending into the unknown, losing your grip on the normality you’ve grown accustomed to, the laughter, the quiet moments, the comfort of having both of them by your side. What once brought you balance was going to be the very thing that wavered your stability. And the hardest part was realizing that nothing would ever be the same again.

Did growing up really mean you had to abandon everything that felt comfortable to you? Did growing up really mean you were forced into a phase of your life you weren’t ready for? Maybe you were destined to meet Suguru and Satoru, destined to experience that phase of your life, and learn that pieces fade with time. Your puzzle ever changing.

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This is a little boring episode… but it’s the first one so what do you expect? But hope you enjoyed you little cuties! This story is just getting started

Now that i’m starting a New smau. I’ll have something to commit to. That’s going to be soooo hard because i’m lazy.