#torupie

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⚠️: Suggestive, smut (?), fluff, cursing, Frat boys Satosugu, everyone’s drunk

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“No more truth or dare!!” You whine, followed by a defeated hiccup.

“Aww, why? Are you embarrassed that we keep undressing you and asking you dirty questions?” Satoru spoke as he moved closer, playing with your nose.

They were so close. The acrid odor of the alcohol shot through your nose as Satoru trapped you and Suguru on the couch. His body fell on yours as his arms fought to wrap around you. “Too heavy…” you peep.

All while this happened, Suguru just held you close, too sleepy to take action. His head was on your shoulder as his dark locks fell upon your side and his face.

Suguru started to plant slow and steady kisses on your neck. His lips were warm as they made a path upward. “Sugu’..?” You question since he’s usually more tame with you—the gentler of the two.

“How ‘bout we play another game?” Satoru suggested with a smug smirk planted on his face. He was clearly up to no good. “Kiss, marry, kill, okay, baby? That’s easy enough for your cute drunk self, no?”

You nodded in response, a bit strained from his weight still being on you and Suguru.

Finally, he lifted himself up with his hands and spoke. He pointed at your lips. “Kiss,” then your chest, “marry” then right at your cunny, “kill?”

Before he could tell you the options you laughed. “Why is kill over there?”

Satoru chuckled, “because your cute little cunt is so perfect that it’d kill, no?”

You turned red at his words.

“So, let’s get on with it. Your options are Suguru, Naoya, orrrr … hm, who could it be?” He spoke dramatically.

“Orrrrrrrrrr—me!?”

You laughed at the choices. “Satoru! That’s unfair…”

“No, it’s perfectly random, baby.”

Suguru held you tighter as you giggled. Your ass wiggled over his crotch every time you’d chuckle at one of Satoru’s stupid words.

“Shh, don’t move too much.” Suguru whispered softly in your ear.”

“Sorry, Sugu’” you spoke, your voice becoming significantly more high pitched like it always was with him. Satoru always teased you for it too!

You couldn’t control wanting to seem cuter around Suguru . . .

“‘Sorry, Sugu’’” Satoru repeated, dramatically pitching his voice up. You glared at him in return.

“Feisty, doll.” He spoke as he pinched your cheek. “So then, answer the question.”

You paused for a moment, thinking it over. It was no secret that your sorry excuse for an ex, Naoya, would be in kill though.

“Kiss, you. Marry, Suguru. Kill, Naoya.” You answered.

“Marry Suguru?? Why, baby?!” He huffed. “I’m taller, prettier, stronger, and richer! The best option there is!”

“But Sugu’ is nicer…” you murmur.

“Nicer? You want nice?”

“Mhm, I’m going to marry a nice guy!” You smile sweetly.

“You’re going to marry me…” Suguru mumbles against your skin. His warm breath hit your bare shoulder so softly that it made your spine tingle.

Satoru pouts and pokes your stomach instead. “Guess I’ll have to settle with a fuck then, no?”

“A fuck…?”

“Yeah, fuck, marry, kill.”

“You said kiss, marry, kill!” You huff.

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⚠️: Fluff, suggestive, modern AU, college kids (3rd year), pervert Satoru

Satoru Gojo, your insufferable roommate, who absolutely adores you, his pretty influencer roommate.

Every time you go live or film a video, he somehow almost always walks behind you. He says it’s on “accident” and that it doesn’t really matter, mumbling about how he’s “blessing” your viewers by walking around shirtless—Calvin Klein boxer’s band peeking out his low hanging sweatpants.

You couldn’t complain much since your followers would absolutely EAT IT UP.

User_6769676967: He can walk all over ME!

Jogocurse69: How is OUR boyfriend doing today? 😁

Whitehairfangirl67: LOOK AT HIS HANDS CHAT

Jjkmenskitten: I bet it’s big

N/Y: Congratu-fucking-lations to whoever’s bouncing on it.

How the hell was he outshining you on your own account? He barely even has any social media presence. Just people from the University, old and new friends, and family! He’s average at best.

Sometimes, Satoru even took the time to reply to the comments on your posts to “boost your content” or so he says. You’re sure he just loves the attention and claiming to be your boyfriend.

Sidecharacter: is he taken … 😍?

— gojosatoru: yes, by her

67onamerryrizzmas: #ffd9d6

— gojosatoru: #fcd9d4, be more accurate next time

Pickmechoosemeloveme: I just know it’s good

— gojosatoru: is it @Y/N?

He was an absolute menace.

—

One day, he had the genius idea to convince you to “hard launch” him. He made sure you were in a good mood, cooking your breakfast and being more affectionate.

“Hey, baby…” he started.

You glared at him, knowing that tone. “What do you want?” You say as you look up from your phone.

“I have an idea for your next video.” Now, you raised a brow. “Y’know those girls that review lippies through videos? What if you tried that? BUT with a twist!” He smirked.

“A twist?”

“A twist.” He repeats. “You could…” he dramatically paused as if he were thinking. “Kiss me after putting on each lippie.” You huffed.

“Pervert.”

He immediately put his hands up in defeat. “Woah, woah! ‘m not being perverted princess.” He slid to your side and sat by you, holding your cheek. “Think of it, your followers are literally in love with me.”

Again, you rolled your eyes, but he had a point. “Imagine them seeing us together like that. Your video would be so good!”

You decided to entertain his idea. Even if it was just a plot to get into your pants, it wasn’t half bad, so you gave him an ultimatum. “How about this, IF you buy me the different lippies—AND I get to decide which, I’ll do it, live.”

He was rich enough, so you knew that if he was desperate enough, he’d agree. And to no one’s surprise, he agreed.

That’s how you ended up here, on his lap, in front of the camera, live on instagram, peppering kisses on his face. “Stay still, ‘Toru…”

The comment section was going wild.

Getosuguru: @shokoieri I told you they were tgt

— shokoieri: I bet this is just a joke

User66_77: Congrats 😭😭😭

Pokipokibookorg: lord, I see what u do for others …

Utahimeiori: WHAT? Y/N NOOO 💔💔🥀🥀

“You’re so pretty, angel…” Satoru spoke. He was being so sweet as you continued to kiss his face.

“This one is definitely transferrable.” You ignored him, his face covered in marks. “To be honest though, I think transferrable lippies are kissing lippies.”

“Yeah, I like having your marks on me.”

You turned a bit red at his words. He was starting to make you nervous. Then, Satoru leaned in, crashing your lips into his. Your eyes shot wide open, confused, but immediately melting into the kiss. He watched you, smirk widening uncontrollably. You were just so fucking cute!

His hand held your cheek gently, pulling you in. The other stayed on your waist, guiding your body up. Your followers were going wild.

Qwertyuiop: DAMN, I feel dirty

Azerty: OML 😭 she looks so shocked

Xreader: Are they going to fuck?

You were breathing heavily at this point. “Mnh—stop.. ‘s too much!” You whine. Fuck, you were a study/lifestyle/geeky influencer, NOT a cam girl.

Satoru chuckled and grabbed your phone on the stand.

Wherethehellismyhusband: His laugh was SOOOOO HOT 🥵

“The next half hour definitely wouldn’t be Instagram friendly, so we gotta turn the live off, no, princess?” He spoke with such a patronizing tone.

⚠️: Fluff, kind of crack… sickeningly sweet - based on a reel I saw (I thought it meant smth deep, so I’m making it deep) & this Reddit post

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“‘Toru, would you still love me if I was 13?” You asked him out of nowhere.

He paused. “What?” He turned in his swivel chair and looked at you, who sat cross legged on his bed.

“Would you love me if I was 13?” You repeated.

Your boyfriend stood up and walked towards you. Then, he kneeled by his bed to look up at your pretty face. “Elaborate.”

“I want you to give it meaning.” You giggled.

He chuckled and held your hands in his. “If you mean it in that way, I’d turn myself 13 too. Defy the laws of Physics and everything.” He then pinched your nose. “All for my sweet girl.”

“But if you want it to be deep,” he stood up and pinned you to his bed. He hovered over you and kissed your cheek. “I’d love you even if you were moody, bratty, and just being a dumb teenager.”

Satoru giggled as he peppered kisses on your face while speaking. “I’d love you even if you didn’t know how to deal with your periods and sudden breakouts.”

Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.

“I’d love you even if you were insecure, smelly, and a snotty little kid. Assuming I’d be the same too. Don’t make me out to be a weirdo, dummy!” He laughed as he saw the mischievous look in your eyes disappear.

“Ewww! You’re such a loser, ‘Toru!” You huffed.

“Mhm, sure.” He pinched your nose again. “Do you have any other weird questions, baby girl?”

“Just a few.” You say shyly.

“Go on.”

“Which of my friends do you think is the prettiest? If you were athletic, what sport would you play? Would you still love me if I was just a head and could only communicate through blinking? What if I was a mail-order-bride? If we were stuck on a deserted island, and you died first, can I eat you? What if I was a vampire, and I could only live off of your blood?” You smiled.

Satoru laughed. “Okay, let’s answer those questions one by one. First, I’m your prettiest boy‘friend’. Second, I am athletic, and I can play any sport you want me to. Third, yes, I would put you in a stable clear bag with holes and bring you with me everywhere. I’d learn your language and everything.”

You giggled with each question Satoru answered. “I hate you.” You huff.

“Fourth, I would buy you. RESPECTFULLY! Fifth, yes, you can eat me. Eat my dick last though—dessert! Sixth, I would have an eating schedule for you, so we can live long together.”

“Satisfied?”

“Mhm!”

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⚠️: Fluff, suggestive, cursing, fratkuna

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You laid on Sukuna’s bed quietly, admittedly getting more and more bored by the minute. Sukuna had invited you over to have an afternoon nap—a literal nap. He just wanted to cuddle, but you weren’t sleepy at all!

“‘Kuna..” you poke his cheek with your finger that was too small to pull him in.

“‘Kunaaaa…” you whine continuously.

“‘Ku—” before you could finish, he glared. He was trying to have some peace and quiet for crying out loud! You were the biggest ragebaiter of his life.

“What do you want, woman?” He huffed as he sat up from his bed.

“What’s your favorite song?”

He scoffed. “What kind of stupid question is that?”

You pouted in response. “Tell me…”

The pink-haired man rolled his eyes as a groan escaped his lips. “I don’t have one. I hate music. I hate hearing, and if I hear another word from you, I will put my hand over your mouth and make sure no one hears you even if you scream, got it?” He threatened as he let his body relax back onto his bed.

“But I wanna talk to you…” you spoke so sweetly.

He sighed, sitting up again. “Fine. It’s that fucking song that was trending months ago on TikTok. Cupid’s Chokehold.”

Your eyes lit up as he answered. “Really? Why?”

“Dunno, it kinda reminded me of when we were just friends y’know. And you were dating Toji’s ass cousin.”

You scoffed playfully. “Don’t remind me.”

Sukuna chuckled. “Well ya got your answer, satisfied?”

You paused for a bit, mostly for dramatic effect, then you spoke, “No. Why did the song remind you of me?”

He sighed once again. “I saw an edit of a part of the song the ‘she even cooks me pancakes and Alka-Seltzer when my tummy aches’ and it reminded me of that stupid party Satoru threw, where everyone got sick over the weekend, so you came over to take care of us.”

“It’s kind of a stretch, but whatever.” He added before pinching your nose.

“I guess, the whole song is just about you, really. You have your own ringtone with those little chimes that you like that gets more agitated with every ring. I’m sure my father would approve of you greatly. You like when I play guitar for you.” He spoke. Open. Vulnerable. Raw.

You chuckle softly and kiss his cheek. “‘Guess we have to have a secret handshake now, no?”

“Don’t we already? You like kissing my pinky when you make me promise something idiotic.” He huffed, pretending too hard to hate the chaste kiss.

“I guess that counts.” You giggle.

—

Sukuna’s had many girlfriends … if you could even call them that. A few hookups, friends with benefits, and just random girls—that’s all they were.

This was different though, you were different.

His frat brothers tease him relentlessly about his affection towards you. They’ve never seen Sukuna so whipped!

When you entered their house, you’d sometimes hear a loud, “Ryo’ your mommy’s home!” Sometimes it was from Toji, other times Satoru.

In turn, Sukuna would glare at the culprit. “Mind your damn business, jackass!” He’d spit.

He’s never called you names (woman doesn’t count, no?), only pet names that made your stomach flutter. They were far from niche, but you loved it. Who wouldn’t want a 6 foot something pile of muscles whisper a sweet “Good morning, angel…” to them at 7 in the morning?

Synopsis: Shoko plans a trip, which the twins generously offer to host at their parents’ lake house. Scenic views, clean waters, and breezy plains—the place’s got it all. Split into 5 activities, Shoko really planned it out: Private onsen, drinking games, skinny dipping (no smut), cooking, movies and board games? This was going to be a fun weekend.

Inspo: @/sixxels fratjo x reader x nerdjo

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⚠️: Fluff, crack, fighting, cursing, LOOSELY MIYA TWINS dynamics (fratjo = Atsumu, nerdjo = Osamu), less plot more shenanigans, college au, petnames, weird fic cz I’m a weirdo, suggestive (?), NO incest, the whole group is flirty with each other, horny everyone, a little bit of reader x everyone, idek what kind of kink this is

Annoying, cocky, stupidly rich, and ridiculously handsome—the only way to describe the “honored” twins. Gojo: the athletic one, and Satoru: the nerdy one. One white-haired man was already enough but two? Fuck. They drove you absolutely crazy.

—

You, Shoko, Yuki, Gojo, Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, Choso, Toji, and Nanami—a weird combination of people but a large friend group that works. University’s been kicking all your asses; however, that didn’t stop the twins from constantly being around you.

“Hi, angel…” Satoru greets sweetly as he wraps his arms around you from behind.

His words came to you as a shock in the crowded hall. If his scent hadn’t hit your nose first, you would’ve thought he was a creep!

“Satoru—” you gasped softly.

“Princess!” A booming voice called from the other side of the halls.

Like a kid on Christmas day, Gojo happily came over to hug you—stealing you from his Digimon-loving, bespectacled, loser brother (his words).

He kissed your cheek as he pulled you into his chest, lifting you off your feet.

“Are ya coming this weekend? It’s going to be at my parents’ lake house!” Gojo proudly announced.

Satoru huffed and spoke up. “They’re my parents too, genius.” Voice, dripping with sarcasm as he hit his twin on the back of his head. The action, earned a pout from Gojo as he placed you back on the floor, helping you keep your balance before letting go.

“So, princess, are ya?” He asked again.

You looked at the hopeful twins in the eyes, not knowing how to reject the invitation. Unfortunately, you were just too busy with schoolwork.

“Um—” you started.

“What? Don’t tell me you won’t go!” Gojo cut you off while his hands flew to your arms with a steady grip.

Satoru sighed and put his palm on his brother’s wrist to get him to loosen his grip, “you didn’t even let her finish, jackass.”

Gojo rolled his eyes in response then looked back at you, waiting for your answer.

“I can’t…” you whispered.

“Why not?” Gojo whined.

“Well—I have finals in two weeks so—”

“That’s basically a month away!” Again, Gojo cut you off.

But Satoru offered a solution, “I’ll help you study.” He spoke, calm, cool, collected.

“What?” You confirmed. He’s offered to help you many times before, but you knew he was busier than you were. He was Satoru—smart, thoughtful, SMART Satoru.

“I’ll help you study.” He repeated.

“Really?”

“Really.” He reassured. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I don’t.” You spoke too quickly.

Satoru smirked in response. “Oh really?”

Gojo raised his hands in surrender, turning the attention back to him. ‘Cause god forbid your attention would belong to another man—much less his dorky twin.

“Well, enough of that. So you’ll go, right, princess?” Gojo asked.

“Mhm… okay…” you hesitantly agreed. Maybe they really just wanted to hang out, right? Besides, it should be fun, right?

—

Wrong! Kind of…

The trip begun Friday afternoon, in the sleek dark vehicle, reminiscent of a small skoolie they “borrowed” from their parents. Shoko was the first person the twins picked up then you followed, after was the rest of the gang.

Their fights were small and stupid. From arguing about who opens the door for you, Satoru supporting his stance by pointing out the fact that Gojo was driving to arguing about where you’re supposed to sit.

Despite the arguments, you were all having a great time. The twins quarreled all the time. It was part of the script.

“Oh, do you guys wanna try the private onsen later?” Yuki asks with a wide smile.

Choso’s ears turned red at the thought.

“You sound like such a perv’, Yuki!” Shoko laughs and so does the group.

“Come on! It won’t be that bad, no? Pretty sure the twins got bricked up just thinking ‘bout it.” Yuki teased. “And look at Cho’.”

“Did not!” Satoru defended. “Right…” Choso added.

“Ohohoh, did to!” Suguru taunted.

“You weren’t even part of this!” Gojo huffed as he kept his eyes on the road.

Everyone burst into laughter, ignoring Gojo and Satoru’s defense as well as Choso’s agreement to which the three huffed.

“I also have some sake we could drink!” Yuki added.

“Oooh, our parents have fancy wine there, we could mix drinks.” Satoru replied.

“Oh! Suguru’s good at that, no?” You interjected, and Suguru nodded.

“He always mixes the drinks at the frat house.” Gojo chided.

You smile sweetly at Suguru, which throws Satoru’s moxie off.

“So, private onsen and mixed drinks, yeah?” Yuki confirmed.

“I’m down.” Sukuna spoke to which you nodded with a smile.

The rest of the group agreed.

“I have lots more planned, okay, dipshits?” Shoko spoke. “We’ll make the most of this weekend!”

—

After a few hours, you arrived at the lake house, around 5PM. Approximately 2 hours since you left Tokyo. The place was homey, traditional yet modern—beautiful yet humble.

“Woah…” you muttered to yourself as you looked up at the kawara tiles.

“Pretty, no?” Gojo spoke from behind you as he held some of the items from the back.

“Mhm!”

“Just like you…” he whispered in your ear, immediately walking away with a smirk.

You stood there, red. God, he was such a menace.

A few moments later, he came back to get more of the stuff in the back to take inside.

“Still here, cupcake?” He teased.

“Oh—um…”

“No problem, I’ll take you inside while I bring Yuki’s bag in, ‘kay?”

“What?”

Before you could react further, Gojo lifted you up. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “So cute…” he whispered as he kissed your cheek, turning you redder.

He placed you down inside the genkan. There awaited Satoru with a scowl. “No fuckin’ fair. You were just supposed to get the bags with Toj’”

Gojo shrugged, “Got something better, no?” He taunted. “Guess it really takes a genius.”

Satoru scoffed, but you ignored it. They were starting a stupid fight again.

—

Everyone gathered by the open area where Shoko stood.

“Right!” She clapped thrice to get everyone’s attention. “The lake house has 5 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, and 1 private onsen—well as private as it can be. It’s outside, just blocked off with rocks.”

“So two people per room then?” Nanami asked.

“Precisely. Y/N and I in one room, Yuki and Choso in another, Satoru and Gojo, Sukuna and Toji, lastly Suguru and Nanami.” She explained.

The twins cordially raised their hand.

“Yes?” Shoko answered.

Gojo spoke first, “why do you get to be with Y/N?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. Because she’s my best friend.” She answered calmly. “Next, Satoru.”

“Can I room with Y/N?” He asks.

“Oooh, another easy one, no.” Shoko grins. “Any other questions?”

Toji raises his hand.

“Yes?”

“Can you please find a way to get Satoru and Gojo to shut the fuck up!” He sighed.

Shoko put on a dramatic sigh, “unfortunately not…”

“Unfortunate?” Gojo gasped as if he had been stabbed. “You ungrateful assholes!”

“Except you, baby girl!” He said, winking at you.

“Barf.” Toji teased. “Don’t ya get sick of it, sweets?” The dark-haired man with muscles for days asked you.

“Tired? Of what?” You asked, tone polite.

“The twins. Looks like ya need a real man, no?” Toji rasped as everyone else watched the exchange.

“Yeah, like me.” Yuki interrupted, which made Toji scowl.

“Jackass.” Toji scoffed.

“Pervert.” Yuki rebuffed, and you giggled.

“Alright, alright! Enough perverseness. First on this afternoon’s agenda is onsen! So shower in your rooms first then head downstairs. I’ll prepare the bath.” Like little kids, everyone followed.

You were first to shower in your room since Shoko focused on preparing the water.

After washing your body, you dried yourself and covered up with a towel. You placed some items to slip into later in a waterproof container, then went out to the rest of the group to wait for the bath.

You didn’t miss the way Satoru looked at you and quickly shied away. So you teased.

“What’s wrong ‘Toru?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“Nothing.” He spoke as the color of his cheeks and ears betrayed him.

“Mhm, right.” You replied as you pinched the tip of his ear. “‘s that why your ear’s red?”

“It’s natural.” He spat.

“Sure.”

—

Activity #1: Private Onsen Gossip!

First to slip in the private hot springs was Toji, desperate to get in some relaxation time before going back to his role not only as a cadet colonel, but also a frat senior.

The rest of the group followed after Toji.

In the bath, Yuki started the conversation. “Did you know, Mei Mei went back to her shitty ass ex?”

“What the hell?!” You ask in frustration.

“Naoya?” Toji reacted after.

“The guy who spat insults at Y/N?” Sukuna asked.

“Yup, that guy.” Yuki responded. “Apparently she missed him, which is why she went back. Begged even.”

“So fucking stupid.” You scoffed.

“Oh and I heard a freshman even tried to hit him up.” Shoko interjected.

“Seriously?!” You spoke in disbelief.

“I don’t get the hype around him.” Gojo scoffed.

“Right, he barely listens in class, and he can’t even pass for the life of him. There’s no future with that guy.” Satoru added.

“Isn’t he your cousin, Toj’?” Sukuna asked.

“Yeah, that fucking dipshit’s got the whole family wrapped around his finger.” He scoffed.

“Oh, shit, did ya know he almost fucked one of our cousins??” Toji added as he broke out in boisterous laughter.

“What the hell??” The group found the ordeal hilarious. They—including you, shared a mutual hatred for the bottle blond manchild.

—

Activity #2: Drinking Games!

After bathing, the group decided to play Do or Drink. You all gathered around the living room before a fireplace. Maybe your horny asses would start to act normally after a round—or not.

This was the fourth round, and you’ve used up almost all the cards. Not a single person was drunk.

Yeah, collectively, the group’s taken a shot 6 or 7 times. BUT that wasn’t even enough for a shot per person.

So far, you’ve gotten tame cards. The wildest card you got was: “kiss the person to your right like it’s the first time,” so you kissed Satoru senseless, your palm on his chest as you pulled away chastely. It was never more sexual than that.

Until.

You pulled a card that read, “put on a blindfold and slow dance with a player; can you guess who it is by touch alone?”

“Boo!! You always get such lame cards!” Gojo huffed with a pout. He thought you’d be giving him a blowjob by now!

Toji laughed, “Ya just don’t know how to use the cards wisely, dumbass.”

You rolled your eyes and accepted the challenge, “Blindfold me, but if I guess right, the person that dances with me has to drink 4 shots!” You spoke enthusiastically, which earned a few “oooohs.”

As you lost your sense of sight, Shoko’s hand led you to the side of the room. You heard whispers and shuffling from the group. The loudest voice was Toji’s. Dark, brooding, muscular—Toji Zen’in.

“Right then, your prince charming is up!” Shoko giggled as he looked the man in the eye, giving you away like a daughter on her wedding day.

Someone from the couch played music—annoyingly fast paced yet classical.

One hand of his went to your waist while the other held your own. You “slow” danced for a few seconds before he started guiding your hand towards his body.

First was his chest, the planes were smooth and soft, like he had a toned physique under a figure-hugging top. Then it went lower, towards his abdomen, 6 buns, hard as a rock. The moment it went lower than that, you pulled away and spoke with a smile, “Gojo?”

To your surprise, it wasn’t Gojo—it was his twin brother, Satoru. “Satoru?!” You laugh in disbelief. “I told ya she’d think it was you!” Toji laughed as he pointed at Gojo.

“‘Guess you have to drink 4 shots, huh?” Satoru chuckled.

“Nope, no way! That was never the deal.”

“Come on, angel, it’s only fair, no?” He cooed.

“Oh, um.. okay..” no push back. Never pushing back—you, his sweet girl.

Yuki laid out 4 shots for you to take, but before you drank, Gojo spoke. “Why’d you even think it was me, princess?” He pouts.

“Well.. I thought no one else would make me touch lower than I had to..” You answered truthfully. “Plus, I was more than positive you’d fight for the right to dance with me.” You guilt-tripped.

“Told ya.” Toji teased, which made Gojo shove his face away.

Eventually, you finished all four shots, which left you hammered for the rest of the night. You settled in on Gojo’s lap, ready to sleep the effects of the alcohol off.

Barely a word was processed in your mind. All you could remember was a bit more laughing and a bit more playing.

Yuki and Gojo took off their shirt—Choso probably came on sight. Toji gave Sukuna a lap dance. Shoko gave Suguru a hickey on his collar. Nanami spanked Satoru.

After that came a whole lot of drinking.

The game was fucking weird when you played it with horny college kids, who don’t want to back down.

—

Activity #3: Skinny Dipping!

No one even made it to their room last night. Everyone was either sleeping on the floor or on the couch. You were sleeping peacefully on top of Gojo, wrapped in a cozy blanket.

“Rise and shine, losers!” Shoko yelled as she banged two pans into each other. “Let’s head out to the lake!”

“Ya need to get over those hangovers to make the most of this weekend!” She added.

As if orchestrated, a collective groan erupted. “In the lake?” Toji moaned.

“Yep, quit your bitchin’ we’re going skinny dipping in the freezing lake!” She announced eagerly.

“She’s wayyyyy too energetic.” Yuki whined but followed anyway, waking Choso up gently. “Get up Cho’” She whispered.

Gojo tapped you a few times then placed his hands on your face. “Wake up, baby…”

“Ohohoho? Is the Gojo all soft for his baby girl?” Sukuna teased. No matter what state he’s in, he always has the time to taunt Gojo. It’s one of the joys of his life! Sukuna earned a daunting glare from Gojo.

As you started to rise, Satoru was by your side, handing you water as Gojo helped you sit up. You drink from the cup before mumbling a soft, “Thank you.”

The blanket fell from your shoulders, revealing your tired form. “You’re so cute in the mornings, angel..” Satoru spoke softly.

“I think—” before Gojo could interject, Satoru said. “You think?”

“Oooh! Burn!” Sukuna sarcastically jeered.

“Hey! Lake. Now!” Shoko yelled from outside, which semi-sobered you all up.

You rub your eyes as Gojo helps you regain your balance. Fuck, you were so hungover. Almost immediately, you fell onto Gojo.

“Woah, woah, I got ya…” he whispered as his hands held you up. “You’re okay…”

You all gathered at the lake to sober up. It was like one big ice bath. “There’s no fuckin’ way I’m dipping my junk in this!” Sukuna scoffed to which Shoko glared.

“Jeez, fine, woman!” He huffed in response, taking off his clothes and slowly submerging himself into the water.

“How is it ‘Kuna?” You ask sleepily, rubbing your eyes again.

“Why don’t ya try?” He quickly replied before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the water. It was absolutely freezing!

“What the hell?!”

“What? You wanted to know, right?” He teased as he pulled you in.

Your body trembled. How the hell did he seem so fine naked while you were fully clothed, wearing pajamas?!

“I hate you.” You huffed.

“Sure, whatever.” He replied in that annoyingly nonchalant tone.

A few moments later, everyone else followed. You even stripped, placing your wet clothes by the shore. By this point, your nipples were so hard it hurt. And unfortunately, it didn’t go unnoticed by Gojo and Satoru.

“Seems like ya need to be sucked off, princess.” Gojo spoke with undying charms. He then earned a smack on the back of his head from Satoru.

“What the hell? Don’t hate me ‘cause you didn’t think of it first, asshole.” He spat.

“You were being a pervert, dumbass!” His twin started.

“No time for rumbling, who the hell is going to keep me warm enough?!” You crossed your arms.

“Me!” The twins eagerly yelled simultaneously.

“I said it first!”

“No, I did!”

You sighed as they continued with their fight. Eventually, Yuki came over and hugged you from behind, her perky chest pressing against your back. “I’ll keep you warm, babe.” She spoke in that sultry tone that blurred the lines.

“Thank you…” you murmured.

“Of course.” She smiled sweetly as she hugged you tighter. Her actions turned you impossibly red. Were you supposed to face her? But then your nipples would touch… decisions, decisions.

—

Activity #4 Cooking Mama!

After sobering up, you all dried up, cleaned, and started firing the grill to cook an absolute lunch feast!

Gojo and Sukuna started with the meat while you, Satoru, and Nanami started baking a soufflé-style cheesecake. Shoko and Toji were preparing a meaty tomato paste viand while Yuki and Choso prepared the dining area overlooking the lake.

“Satoru, don’t you have a stand mixer?” You whined as your hands got tired of mixing the ingredients.

Satoru chuckled and wrapped his arms from behind you, gently putting his hands over yours to “help” you stir the bowl.

“Better?” He asked softly to which you huffed.

You wanted to be annoyed, you really did. BUT GOD, he smelled so nice. His body was so warm… and his skin—fuck, calloused like he’d carry the world on his back for you. Thick, veiny hands on top of your own, warming the heat that was already pooling in your core.

“You’re so warm, ‘Toru…” You mumble.

“Mhm, isn’t that good, angel?”

“Yeah.. good.” You answered awkwardly.

He chuckled, continuing to mix as Nanami looked at the both of you with disdain. Satoru glared at the blond man and huffed. “You’re so bitter, Nanamin!”

Nanami only ignored the childish huff his friend left out.

You push Satoru away as you realized Nanami’s presence. “Sorry, ‘Namin…” you apologized as you put on a sheepish grin.

Satoru pouted. “Nanamin!! You ruined the moment!” The 6’4 muscular man whined.

Again, Nanami ignored Satoru, but the small smirk appearing on his face betrayed the nonchalant facade he held.

After around 2 hours, the table was filled with delicious food, viands, rice, and more! Suguru mixed drinks, and you helped him serve the personalized cocktails.

“Thank you, angel.” He said softly as he left a sweet kiss on your cheek.

That was new.

The twins watched it all—watched as their childhood friend kissed you, their favorite girl.

Was it toxic? Maybe. Or just plainly fueled by jealousy!

—

Activity #5: The Bee Movie and Monopoly!

After eating and washing the dished, it was time to sleep for the afternoon—in the outdoor area while the bee movie plays in the background. It was a stupid movie, but still a classic… maybe unironically.

You slept in between the twins, being held from every part of your body.

Satoru’s arms were draped over your chest while Gojo pulled you in by the hip. No part of your body was left untouched.

You slept peacefully, the cold air combat the warm bodies that kept you close.

Eventually, you woke up just as Barry and the other bees returned to their daily jobs, with an agreement made with mankind. Your mind was refreshed, and you felt better than ever.

You’ve never had such a long rest ever since starting university. This was definitely a treat.

As the group started to wake up, you all decided to play Monopoly! Board games were definitely fun with a few competitive college kids.

When you all paid Monopoly, you allowed trading each turn, selling, and other offers. It was fun, many, many rules, but fun!

The game started good, you waited for moneymaker properties like Trafalgar Square, Leicester, Park Lane, and Mayfair. But the real fun started when people landed on your property AND when you coerced Sukuna to hand over the title to a utility, and convinced Yuki to hand over 3 stations for 5 million.

Satoru tried challenging your monopoly, he tried offers, bribes, and trickery. Unfortunately for him, nothing was working. Everyone saw through his act. Surprisingly, Nanami got really into it and offered actual deals.

He worked his way into getting the last station, the other utility, and more properties.

“Ha! Fuck you, Gojo, you hav’ta pay me 2 million!” Toji yells proudly.

“That’s 200 thousand, idiot.” Gojo scoffs and Toji scowls.

The dice rolls and cards are drawn as the game goes on.

“Yuki!! Come on, hand over the Oxford plot!” You whine as you offer her 3 million and a ‘get out of jail’ card.

“No way! You’ll be able to house the green plots!” Yuki laughed.

Eventually, You and Nanami had equal grounds on the board. He made you give up a station, and kept the properties and money even between you both.

It was a Nanami-Y/N monopoly!

—

As the day came to an end, you felt excited to fall asleep on the couch with some 2000s animated movie playing in the background with unironic enjoyment.

When the twins were tired, they were extra sweet and that’s definitely how they are right now.

“Babyyy, you’ll sleep on me on the couch, right?” Gojo asked.

“No, angel, sleep with me tonight…” Satoru whined.

“Let’s just cuddle, yeah?” You offered.

Synopsis: Satoru’s the type of guy you never really liked. Cocky, loud, annoying, and stupidly handsome. It was infuriating to see men get what they wanted so easily like they’ve never been told “no.” To him, it was just a game. He just loved to see the scowl on your face and determination in your eyes. So what happens when he sees the prim and proper princess at a maid cafe—working?

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⚠️: Enemies to Something, angst if you squint, fluff, reader hates Satoru’s guts, Satoru’s kind of a bully but doesn’t realize it, college au, no curse au, cursing, no sad ass backstory, just a normal college girl and a fictional boy 🙁, frat stuff, pining

Smart, pretty, kind—you. With your cute items and fashionably adorable clothes, it was hard to imagine that you worked a day in your life. Maybe to study but that would be the end of the list.

Satoru thought the same as everyone else. With your prissy little kitten heels, fussy attitude, and booming confidence, no one would think otherwise. You never corrected them, never even spoke up about it.

It wasn’t like your family was destitute, you lived comfortably. But “rich” or “well-off” was far from the truth.

—

During your shared classes, Satoru’s favorite thing to do was undermine your answers. Of course, you didn’t just back down like in your Understanding Culture, Society, and Politics (UCSP) elective, which he took because he saw your name on the list.

“General knowledge, could anyone provide a simple yet stable understanding of the French revolution and its correlation to our topic about societies.” The professor spoke.

As fast as you could, you raised your hand without looking like you were trying too hard. “The French revolution is widely marked as the turning point in history in which humans—more so the lower class, struggled for freedom and equality. When King Louis XVI failed as a monarch, the people were outraged, which sent the peasants marching. This event continues to comment on societies in the existing social classes that remain until today, often overlooked.”

“Well said, Ms. L/N.”

Like an annoying consistent child, Satoru raised his hand and spoke. “Although, what Ms. L/N failed to explain was how the revolution came to be, from absolute monarchy, inherited problems, the estates, as well as the bourgeoisie. Not only did King Louis XVI fail as a monarch, but so did the Austrian princess, Marie Antoinette. Taxation and money became such a grueling issue that only the middle class and above could truly live. It borders on society today in an impactful way once understood by the general public.”

You scoffed to yourself at Satoru’s words—you basically gave the same answer, he just made it sound flowery. This isn’t a fucking literary competition! Even so, it wouldn’t be that good. What a jackass.

“Excellent addition, Mr. Gojo.” The professor praised.

Satoru leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Excellent, no?” Fuck, you wished he’d stop sitting next to you all the time.

You ignored the white-haired man, only to receive a pout. Such a manchild he is, you wished he weren’t so cute.

—

He constantly did something to that effect, trying to steal the spotlight, but all he really wanted was your attention. After every thought he let out, he’d try to gauge your reaction. Even at his frat’s parties, when he’d make a joke, he’ll turn to you to see if you’d laugh.

Sometimes you’d catch him and say, “what?” Like a minx, who believed she was better than him, which maybe you were.

“You have um… a bit of a spill…” he lied but still held his hand out to your face anyway, wiping that faux trace of alcohol on the corner of your lip.

His actions annoyingly made you blush. God, you couldn’t stand him. “Oh um… thanks, Gojo.”

“Satoru.” He corrected.

“Right, Satoru.” You replied, avoiding his gaze.

He wished that you wouldn’t just see him as some needy, annoying frat boy. He swears he’s more than just talk. He’d give you a good life if you’d let him.

The rivalry was just a way for him to stay constant in your ever evolving circle.

All he wants to do is hold you close and keep you from the rest of the world you tried so hard to conquer. He’d vanquish all foes with you and be the one you could run to.

—

Eventually, his frat brothers caught on. It was too obvious, really, the way he looked at you with glowing heart eyes every time you spoke. OR EVEN when your name was mentioned in passing. Satoru was absolutely whipped.

What was actually surprising about it is that Toji was the first to question it.

And he knew a few things about you, one being that you work somewhere you probably wouldn’t want Satoru to know about. But like the asshole he is, he told him your whereabouts every weekday from 4PM to 8PM.

“Don’t ya notice how she always rushes out of class from her 1PM to 3PM elective with you?” Toji chided blandly. He didn’t really care, why would he? He just wanted to stir the pot of his friend’s hopeless romanticism.

“There’s no fucking way she works at a maid cafe. She’s too audacious. Plus, why would she need to work?” Satoru responded.

“Then follow her, man. I dunno what to tell ya. She works there, that’s it.” Toji shrugged.

Satoru scoffed as he went up to his room. Jesus, was he really going to follow you like some creep?!

—

A little air-conditioned store in an alleyway, a bus ride way from the university, that’s what Toji said. This place practically looked like something out of a fetish manga… in a good way?

It was cutesy and organized but the whole premise of it being a maid cafe made Satoru think differently.

He arrived a few minutes before your closing hours as to not arouse your suspicion on the commute. He also didn’t enter, just wanted to see if you’d be there.

This man was nosey as hell. Maybe because no one ever told him no, or everyone wanted him around to seem cool and wanted.

He hovered over the homey large windows like a lowlife. The moment he saw you, his eyes impossibly widened. No fucking way. You? Of all people, working at a maid cafe?

Because of the trance your figure put him in, he was unaware of the fact that you were heading outside no less than to berate him.

Once he heard the door chime melodically, he turned his head, taking in the sight of you in your uniform.

“Hey, angel—” He started.

But before he could speak further, you cut him off. “Why are you here?” Voice dripping with venom as you looked him in the eyes—the difference in height stark and terrible.

“Toji told me.” He confessed.

“That prick.” You scoffed.

“You look cute, y’know?” He smiled.

“I know.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“So, are ya gonna let me in or are you going to make me wait here until your shift is over?” He spoke. In his mind, he was hopeful, but his tone was tepid.

“Why would you wait?”

“Because I want to walk with you.” He answered. “I didn’t come all the way here for nothing, y’know?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just go home, I still have to clean up.”

Without an ounce of thought, he spoke, “I’ll help you.”

“You? Clean?” You laughed rudely, not believing a single bit.

“Come on, princess. Don’t you believe me? I cleaned up for you that one time we had to finish our paper and you fell asleep.”

“With a complete disregard of all the labels I’ve put!” You huffed.

“There’s no need to put a label on everything.”

“It’s organized.”

“It’s the work of a nut job.”

“Excuse you?!”

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean that! Please let me in, princess!” He begged, grabbing your wrist to stop you from leaving. “I’m sorry… don’t make me beg longer…”

You were hesitant, but damn those baby blues. “Fine.”

Instantly, he beamed.

Much to your surprise, he did help you and the other girls clean. The others enjoyed his company, which made you a bit jealous. Not that you’d ever admit it.

“You didn’t tell us you had such a handsome friend, Y/N…” One of the girls gushed.

Clearly, Satoru was enjoying the attention, so you ignored him and got the job done. Then, he saw you trying your best to ignore the scene, so he did what he did best—cling to you.

If he was given the chance to choose between your attention and the whole world’s, he’d choose yours—only yours.

Every time you had to get an item on the high shelf, his chest was immediately pressed against your back to reach it for you, or when you had to throw out the dirty mop water, he lifted the bucked and threw it out for you. You didn’t even have to ask, he just did.

You’ve never seen such a quiet, non-performative side of him. It was refreshing, like you could get along with this version of him. The one that doesn’t seek attention from every onlooker.

The one that seemed yours.

—

After cleaning, he helped you collect your things and held your hair up as you changed. It was weird to be so comfortable around the guy you thought you despised.

“You’re so pretty…” he said so softly.

“I know…” you replied, trying to fight the flush of your cheeks.

“Good.” He whispered in your ear. Fuck.

He was being so kind and … just unlike the Satoru you knew.

“Let’s go back to the university?” He asked.

You nodded and smiled softly. “Okay…”

“Do you um… want to eat first? My treat.” He offered.

“Really? Where?”

“Anywhere you want to!” He smiled sweetly.

“I dunno where I wanna eat…”

“How about the ramen place near the campus, so it’s on the way?” He asked. “You like ramen, baby?”

You nodded.

“Let’s go then!”

He grabbed your bag and slung it over his shoulder as the both of you walked out the cafe, the other girls locking it up.

—

The commute was quiet. You leaned on Satoru at the bus, cold. He wrapped an arm around you, silently.

It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t weird—it was just stretched out silence between two adults, who weren’t sure who they’ll be tomorrow.

—

Once the two of you arrived at the restaurant, he sat down in front of you, which made you pout.

“Sit beside me…” you whined.

Satoru smirked. “Oh? Needy, aren’t we?”

“Just cold.” You huffed.

He laughed but obliged. “You’re so cute.”

The two of you ordered as the waitress arrived. Pretty, perky, and kind, yet Satoru didn’t bat an eye. He started talking to you, wanting to know more. Wanting you to know about him.

“Can I ask you something?” Satoru spoke.

“You just did.” You replied immaturely.

“Princess…” he whined.

“Fine, fine, what is it?”

“Why do you work there?” He paused. “At the maid cafe…”

“Why else? For money.” You respond as if it was so obvious.

“Money?”

“Yes, money. Not everyone is born with vast riches, Satoru.”

His face fell as you spoke with a dismissive tone.

“Sorry,” you said. “I just meant, your family’s well-off when a lot of families are not. It’s not derogatory. The words itself aren’t even derogatory.”

“No, I know. I just didn’t want to seem like an out of touch asshole.” He replied.

You laugh.

God, you’re laughing. Because of him—only because of him.

“My family isn’t poor, by the way. I work for extra income and to help out with daily needs. Just the way the world works.” You smiled.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asks.

“Well, yeah. Sometimes, creepy customers enter, but there are more nice, shy guys.” You answered. “Y’know nerds and otakus, who want to live out some hentai fantasy but can’t even look a girl in the eyes. Basically harmless.”

“Can I ask you a question now?” You spoke.

He was definitely caught off guard. “Yeah..” he replied, trying to remain nonchalant.

“How did you know and why did you go?”

“Toji told me and I went because I couldn’t believe the prissy little princess of my elective class works at a fucking maid cafe.” He chuckled.

“I’m not prissy.” You huff.

“You are.”

You pause. “Maybe just a bit…”

Then you spoke again, “but um.. Toji? Really? He told you?”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect him to know either.” Satoru said.

“He probably found out from Naoya.” You muttered as the ramen was served.

“Naoya? Why Naoya?” He asked, curious.

You laughed, “It’s stupid, really. Naoya’s kind’a a stalker, possessive, y’know. All that shit. So he knows, but he hasn’t really taken it too far. But I’m not surprised that he told Toji.”

“You dated Naoya?”

“Well, no. Not really ‘dated’ more of… just made out with at a party.” You shared. “He’s a weirdo.”

“Oh..” He replied, containing the jealousy. Seriously? Naoya’s kissed you but he hasn’t?

“Jealous?” You teased as you wrapped the ramen around your chopsticks.

“Why the hell would I be?” He huffed, tone too defensive.

You leaned onto him again and giggled. “You’re sweet when you’re not trying to be the best, y’know?”

“I know…” he whispered.

“That’s my line.” You pinched his side to which he laughed.

“I know.”

—

After eating, Satoru walked you home. Comfortable silence as the snow fell on his already snow white hair.

There he stood, in front of your dorm, head low as he looked at you under the dim lighting.

“Satoru…” you called out.

“Hm?”

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

He smiled softly at your plea. “I would never.” And that was when you kissed the corner of his lips.

“Good night.” You spoke after.

For a few minutes, he stood there. Starstruck, awestruck, enamored—he was just absolutely taken by your gesture. Even as the door closed, even as you went with your night on the other side, he was just there, smiling to himself.

Like a loser, he touched the area you kissed with a gentle hand. “I’m going to be her husband, and we’re gonna have 5 babies.” He said to himself, unaware that you heard him through the door, waiting for him to leave so you could squeal in delight.

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⚠️: Fluff, suggestive, crack?, cursing, violence, Satoru’s priv ig story

Fanart by thatsallitchief on X

@ thestrongest posted . . . 🔒

I (21M) have a beautiful best friend, Y/N (21F), that I’ve known since childhood. Our parents were business partners, so naturally, we spent every waking moment of our lives next to each other.

We’re currently in our third year of undergrad, and she has this slimy ass boyfriend, let’s call him Naoya. From the title alone, you could obviously tell that I DESPISE that man. He’s a fucking manchild.

This was proven right though because last night, Y/N came to me at a party with tears absolutely gushing out of her eyes. She was obviously drunk, so I took her to my room, away from the music and lights. Honestly, I missed her tears. Not in a weird way, I just missed how she would always come to me.

She told me a story about how Naoya got jealous of me being allowed to sleep at her parents’ place during spring break while he wasn’t. Like, yeah, asshole?! I’m basically their son-in-law. The two of you have been dating for like 3 months??

Apparently, he yelled at her and threw a vase at a wall, almost hitting her head. That’s what set me off. She proceeded to talk about how she ran out of his apartment, crying.

I held her the whole time. I missed her so much. Her scent was still the same. Everything was the same. I fucking hate her bastard of a boyfriend.

She held onto me like I was her lifeline, and I peppered kisses all over her pretty face. I’m so in love with her.

Anyways, I changed her clothes and wiped off her makeup to get her comfortable. I tucked her in and coaxed her into sleeping. After she was sound asleep, I went downstairs to gather my brothers.

I was a bit drunk, but I remember shouting some cringe shit like, “If you’re not a brother or sleeping with a brother, get out!” (I’m in a frat btw, I think I forgot to mention that, but I’m too lazy to proofread ts)

By some miracle, everyone else left. I explained what happened and what Y/N told me. The plan was simple, one of my brothers’ girlfriends will lure Naoya’s frat out of their stinky ass house and into an alley. Then we beat the fuck out of them.

And that’s exactly what we did.

It was AMAZING. Even the girls got into it. I can’t believe that scumbag got beat up by Maki. She’s one of my girl’s friends, and Maki’s only a first year!

My fist flew right to his face. Everything in my mind replayed in slow motion. Like in the movies! Fucking awesome to be honest.

An uppercut, another punch, knee to the balls—fuck! It was genuinely so satisfying. All the blood he shed, yet it still wasn’t enough.

After everything, he was crawling towards my feet and grabbed my leg. “I’m going to fucking tell her.” He says with a raspy voice. I scoffed in response.

He’s an asshole, and I wouldn’t change our actions, even if he tries to get me arrested.

We just left them at the alley then went back to our frat house. Y/N was still sleeping when I went up to my room. I slid into my bed and cuddled up against her.

So, I’m not the asshole, right?

@ sugurugeto . . . main acc btw 💔🥀

— @ shokoieiri . . . idt he cares atp

— @ thestrongest . . . private story, dumbass

@ ryomensukuna . . . you are… NOT ta

@ tojizenin . . . he deserved it

@ naoyazenin . . . fuck you, I’m showing the cops this

— @ tojizenin . . . gonna tattle? 😂

@ shokoieiri . . . I guess bro GIF

@ makizenin . . . fuck you @ naoyazenin

@ yukitsukumo . . . best night ever

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@ thestrongest posted . . . 🔒

Update: Someone fucking snitched. I know it’s YOU @ kentonanami! 😡😡😡 But it’s okay since we kissed after. She’s soooo cute! The cutest!

The cutest x The strongest power couple 💗

@ kentonanami . . . what?

@ tojizenin . . . it was probably naoya, jackass

— @ thestrongest . . . oh… right, sorry @ kentonanami 🥺🥺🥺

— @ kentonanami . . . Please don’t use that emoji.

— @ thestrongest . . . ( 0 > 0 ) ╰⋃╯

@ naoyazenin . . . get your hands off MY girl.

— @ thestrongest . . . who?

@ y/n . . . ??? we BARELY made out.

— @ shokoieiri . . . LMAO choose me, not satoru

— @ sugurugeto . . . let’s make out instead?

— @ ryomensukuna . . . hmu

— @ thestrongest . . . ihy all

@ y/n . . . delete your previous story, dumbass

— @ thestrongest . . . yes, princess

Banner from @3vangeline_ on X

⚠️: Fluff, suggestive, modern AU, college kids (3rd year), pervert Satoru

Bzzz… bzzz… bzz..

The moment you opened your eyes, you felt the heat and throbbing creep up to your skull. Your ears went blank, and you could taste everything and nothing all at once. On instinct, you tried to sit up at the very least, but you couldn’t. You were so hungry, but you wanted to throw up.

Was Satoru still at home? Would he even help you?

Before trying to call Satoru, you exhausted all of your options:

1. Shoko - At school

2. Yuki - At her morning shift in the record store

3. Utahime - At school

4. Nanami - At school

5. Choso - At school

6. Suguru - At his morning shift at the record store with Yuki

You really didn’t want to ask him, but at this point, you had to. Your body was getting weaker by the second. You could no longer explain what you needed to. By the time you called Choso, you just mumbled about being so hot, which he definitely took the wrong way.

God bless that pure-hearted man, Choso. He was adorable, but right now, you needed reliable.

You couldn’t deny that Satoru always helped you no matter what. He’d abandon anything for you. And so hesitantly, you dialed his number.

“Hello, princess?” He said softly over the phone. “Why’re you calling? ‘m just on the couch, no classes today, Friday, remember?”

You couldn’t even muster up the strength to make a snide comment. Instead, you just mumbled, “Need your help.. please..” you sounded so weak.

Satoru’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t take another second before walking towards your door.

“Baby..” he spoke as he entered your room. It was cute, decorated. A few polaroids of you and him during different occasions were on the walls. God, you looked so cute last halloween. He was Nick Wilde and you were Judy Hopps. His lips were on your head as you took the polaroid like a selfie, the both of you smiling sweetly—him looking at you with enamored eyes as you looked up at the camera.

He quickly snapped back into reality when you spoke. “‘Toru.. ‘m sick..” Followed by a cough.

“Poor baby,” he replied as he sat on the edge of your bed. He put the back of his palm on your forehead. “You’re burning up..”

“Do you want something to eat?” He asked as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Mhm.. but—I think I’ll throw cough up..”

“I don’t mind cleaning it up.” He chuckled softly. “What do you want?”

“Dunno.. something.. simple like spam and eggs..” You try to focus your eyes at his face, but it was a bit hard without your glasses.

“Hm, I can cook that.” He smiled sweetly. “I’ll carry you to the couch, is that okay? The sunlight from the windows should help keep you warm while you regain your strength, yeah?”

You just nodded and whispered a soft, “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome, angel.”

—

He carried you over to the couch, being careful with your body wrapped in blankets. Before cooking, he gave you a glass of water.

Then, “Satoru! I need to pee!!” You whined. Well, your voice was definitely back, he sighed.

He carefully unwrapped the blankets that hugged your body. “You’re such a baby when you’re sick.” He spoke to which you pouted.

“Can’t even pee on your own—so… dependent.” He teased further.

“‘m not…”

“Oh? So I should just drop you then?”

Okay, now he was back to being insufferable. You looked up at him angrily, and he laughed.

“Angel! You look like you’re going to pee on me out of spite! That’s not so angel-like, y’know?”

“Satoru!!” You whined.

“Okay, okay… let’s go, baby.” He said as he took you to the bathroom, letting you do your business.

—

Once Satoru finished cooking, he sat beside you on the couch. Your favorite show was on as he fed you, annoyingly doing so as if you were a baby.

“Here comes the airplane!” He chided.

Because of that, you bit his finger and huffed. “Asshole.”

“Oww, angel..” he pouted. “You have to be nicer to your daddy.”

“EW? What the hell Satoru!” You nasally yelled at him. It was more funny than it was serious. “You are NOT my daddy.”

“Agree to disagree.” He shrugged as he tried to feed you again, and you obliged.

You sniffled and coughed. Unexpectedly, he blew your nose and cleaned your mouth. “Sorry…” you whisper, a bit embarrassed.

“No need to be, baby.” A chuckle escaped his lips as he kissed your cheek.

You pouted as he continued to feed you.

After you ate, he washed the dishes. From time to time, he glanced over your figure, sitting prettily on the couch as you watched your favorite show. You looked so adorable—snotty, pouty, and vulnerable. Just the way he liked you, vulnerable.

—

While you slept in his arms, he uploaded a picture of you on his Instagram story captioned, “Taking care of my sick girl 🙁”

Ever since the kissing live video you filmed with Satoru, he gained more than a thousand new followers. Now, his story’s comment section is filled with SatoY/N shippers in kind of a cringey way he enjoys.

Smdalldayeveryday: Would do this for you @user_674510

— user_674510: ok, so? I still want gojo, lmao

Emprightneow: That should be me 💔

Getosuguru: @shokoieri I told u it was real, man

— shokoieri: ???

He smiled to himself as his notifications blew up, holding you closer to his side.

“You definitely owe me a used panty or two..” he whispered, even when completely aware that you couldn’t hear.