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You’re an FBI agent assigned to be a bodyguard to the Senator’s son during his last semester of college, only for him to be your latest hookup?! Will you be able to keep it professional or will he crumble the protection around your heart?

pairing: bodyguard f!reader x frat!jo

content: mdni mild cussing, implied smut (p in v), gojo’s a little intoxicated lol, not explicitly stated that he’s a fratboy but the signs are there ^~^ heavily inspired by “Operation Quarterback” on Episode so credit to that creator !!

note: this is my first fic so be kind please! i played episode for the first time in a while and couldn’t help but imagine this hehe

wc 1.3k divider @pixopix

ch.1

You didn’t think you’d be back on campus so soon.

College wasn’t the best experience for you as someone who preferred to stay out of the spotlight. You were someone who preferred the company of textbooks and Spotify as opposed to the wild ragers and thrilling dares that excited the general student population. Even when you were approached by the FBI after graduation, you basically stayed the same.

Now it seemed like you were going to have to break out of that shell if this assignment was going to be a success.

One week ago

“We need you to go back to college. Well, pretend to.” Director Yaga sat across from you, leaning back in his chair and pressing his fingertips together as he uttered the words that would change your life. Well, the next few months of your life.

You blink at him for a few moments, caught in confusion. This was a joke, right? You’d graduated two years ago and sworn to never look back.

“No offence sir, but April Fools is over” you raise your eyebrows, trying to mask your slowly cracking composure

Director Yaga frowns “This isn’t a joke, Agent. You are aware of the upcoming election, correct?”

You nod slowly. Who’s not aware of the upcoming election? Everyone knew that it was almost certain Senator Gojo would win for the third year running, overtaking the other candidate, Mr Shiu, by a landslide.

“Well, Senator Gojo has requested that the FBI assign one of our best agents to protect his son while he finishes his semester of college” He explains “Given your…record lately, we’ve decided it would be beneficial to take you out of the field for a while. A change of scenery could do you some good”.

You scoff at the idea “Sir, with all due respect, you can’t seriously be assigning me to babysit some nepo baby! I’m an FBI agent, not Mary Poppins” The idea of following around some cocky brat with too much of Daddy’s money for the next three months gives you the start of a headache.

“If you don’t take this assignment, we’ll be forced to reevaluate your standing and you may be removed permanently from the field, Agent” he leans forward menacingly, shoulders square as he stares you down “Furthermore, the Senator has requested that this is a secret operation between himself and the bureau. His son is not to be made aware of any of this, as shown with the bodyguards we sent in the past” He winces slightly at that. “If you are discovered, the mission is an automatic failure”.

“But sir—!” You protest with a rush of panic. “This is non-negotiable” Director Yaga scowls with an air of finality. “You’re the only agent we have who can afford to be off-field and pass for a college student”.

You swear internally. “Fine. I’ll tail the Senator’s brat.”

As soon as the door shuts behind you, you drag a palm down your face. You feel exhausted already and you haven’t even met the prick.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you take it out, reading the messages from your groupchat with your friends

“sooo we hittin’ the town tonight?”

“you can’t go w/o drinks for three days?? we literally just went out”

“party pooper”

You grin as you type back eagerly. One more night of freedom before you’re trapped in a cage of immature college kids who’ve never met deodorant if it slapped them.

“i’m down”

That night, you let the music dilute your senses as you dance mindlessly to some EDM beat. Your friends are whirling around nearby, having had a few drinks too many. Being the designated driver for the night, you head to the bar to order cups of water for them. You’re trying to squeeze through the tangle of bodies grinding against each other when someone elbows you in the back, knocking a squeak out of you as you teeter in your heels. “Hey, watch it asshole!” You frown as you rub the spot on your back. With all the music pumping, they probably didn’t hear you anyways.

The guy turns around and raises his eyebrows at you “Hey, you alright?” he asks, his low voice somehow drifting through the music. 

“I’m fine, thanks. Just watch where you’re sticking your..limbs” you retort, finally making it to the bar. You order the waters and wait patiently, nails tip tapping against the smooth wood of the counter.

A chilling sensation suddenly runs up your spine. Not from fear or anticipation - someone’s literally pressing a cold can of beer against the sore spot on your back. You whip around just to find the guy who elbowed you earlier “Alright asshole, what’s the big idea?” you snap for a moment, taken aback to find a very attractive man with sparkling blue eyes peering down at you.

He smirks at you “You were acting like your spinal cord snapped. Just trying to lend a helping hand” he cooes with a syrupy tone.

“Yeah, well, I don’t need any of your hands or elbows or any of you near me” you scowl, turning back to the counter determinedly. “Also, what’s with the can?”

He shrugs “Cold relieves pain. Didn’t have a frozen bag of peas on me”.

You huff in disbelief, turning to face the bar counter again.

“C’mon, let me make it up to you with a drink” The guy slips large hands around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“No way. I’m not drinking tonight and I definitely won’t be drinking anything you buy me” You glare at him, trying to give this prick a hint

He just chuckles, sliding his fingers to intertwine with yours “Okay. So dance with me then. Or are you just not going to have any fun at all tonight?” he teases, eyes gleaming as he stares at your mouth shamelessly

You sigh. One dance won’t kill you if it gets this numbskull off your back, literally and figuratively. “Fine. One dance. And then we never interact again”

The guy’s grin widens, displaying a dimple. Please. This is probably how he butters up all the girls. You roll your eyes as you follow him to the middle of the club. One dance and this guy will be out of your hair.

Which was the plan. Until his fingers tilted your chin up and pressed a kiss to your lips. It slowly got darker and hungrier with your fingers carding through his soft ivory locks, playing with the ends curling under your nails as your tongue slid into his mouth. He groans softly, letting you mold him into whatever you wanted him to be. So yeah, maybe you let your guard down and let him take you to a nearby hotel, spending the night tangled up in the scent of recklessness and desire.

It was supposed to be a hot hookup for one night and one night only. That was it.

You scour your map to find the college campus reception, feeling your brain twist at all the routes listed in the key and colours too bright for 8AM on a Monday morning. Seriously, some people took fluorescent colours to a whole new level.

You’re about to give up and head in any random direction when a long finger points at a route on the map over your shoulder. “If you’re looking for the reception, it’s that way. If you’re looking for a good time though, I can help with that”

You snort at the audacity “I think I’ll pass on that” you turn around to face the person and your pulse picks up almost immediately.

The white haired guy grins at you, hands stuffed in his grey sweatpants pockets casually as his blue gaze drags over you.

“I’m Satoru. Gojo Satoru. Couldn’t stay away, huh?

No fucking way. 

You shagged your client’s son?!

a/n: i love fratjo can you tell