#NEEDTHATNEOW , g. satoru.
pairing ! emo! scene! gojo / fratboy! gojo x pole dancer! blk! fem! chubby! reader
summary ! where, despite being in college, you are a midnight ballerina (🫶🏽) after hours, and end up having a particular white haired guest as your client. but little did you know, he is one of the most popular guys in your school's fraternity, the gojo satoru. college/university au. frat au.
content warning(s) ! 18+ / eighteen plus. minors do not interact. brief nsfw/smut mentions. bit of hurt. non-canon gojo. mentions of strip clubs, drinking, smoking, and drugs. suggestive at the end.
a/n(s) ! emo scene gojo? NEED THAT. very random, but i love how this came out so much! took a lil inspo from mean girls and a bit of 10 things i hate about you. enjoy 🫶🏽🫶🏽 credits to @ 679sora / @ _v7undead on X (twitter) for gojo pic !
bright lights, loud laughter, cheers, and whistles filled up the building. drinks clinked as customers sparked up conservation watching the girlies dance, connected at the pole on the stage, lit up with bright pink led's. beauty and violence, that's what you liked to call it. the baddest women flaunting their beauty in the most mesmerizing way, turning heads as if they were in a horror movie. stepping on men's necks with their shiny stilettos — rhinestones, diamonds, gold, anything one can have decorating their bodies, as well as their clothes and shoes. 'stupid,' you used to think about such a career to have, 'why get dressed up for men who can only think with what's between their legs?' and yet, here you were "dolling yourself up" as your boss would say, and slipping on the cutest set of pink lingerie you'd ever seen, a short pink miniskirt hiking up your ass, leaving little to imagine.lacy flowered heels compliment your legs as you put cute sparkling diamonds across your face.
your friends shoko and yuki decided to wear matching lingerie tonight, considering a, it was payday and two, the three of you were inseparable. see, you, shoko, and yuki all attended the same university, ironically enough you guys met in a dance class, and hit it off from there.
"you know, that guy yesterday seemed to have the hots for you" yuki said to you, wiggling her eyebrows, resulting in a an eye roll from you.
"oh please, he was a total weirdo, he asked me to sniff his toes and i swear i've never dropped a client so fast" your face cringed in disgust at the thought.
"and you didn't go running for the hills?" utahime jumped in, putting on her make-up for the night. as you were about to respond, the door suddenly opened, everyone looking to see who it was.
"y/n you're up!" they announced before leaving.
and there you were in the center of the lit stage, flaunting your beauty with no filter. your hips sway to the music as you lift yourself up onto the metal pole with one hand. your legs wrapped around the pole, giving yourself a little spin before stretching into a split, your upper body hanging upside down with your hands now holding the bottom of the pole before shaking your ass, followed by loud whistles by men who'd rather be here watching women express their beauty, rather than being at home or whatever fuck shit they do.
thank god, you had pole dancing classes and did pilates, or else your ass would have landed on your ass a while ago.
pour it up by rihanna blasted through the speakers as you continued to perform, girls squealing and cheering along to the lyrics while they watched you. you took a minute to scan the audience set in stone in front of her. there were the usual older men, infatuated with her moves, and her body, old money she liked to call it loaded up with money yet an ass to their wives at home. dicks was the right word for them. then, there were the girlies, living for the moment. women supporting women. always cheering for all of the icon's who would show up here. they were your favorite people in the crowd of course. and of course, there were those men who would only be there to have a private room with you, always up front and throwing money at you. there were women too, of course, but day by day you figured out there's lots of people with the weirdest kinks. not that, you were shaming anyone, however, they were so odd that it was distasteful.
then, there was one person, a guy in the back surrounded by what seemed to be his friends. you were enthralled by his presence, his beauty, god he's so pretty you kept thinking. he had a slender figure, but his shoulders seemed to be fit under his bright blue jacket halfway zipped over a slipknot shirt? his white hair seemed to be crimped in the front, presenting tiny straightened curls with tints of blue on his ends, brushed and brought to the side with cute cinnamaroll pins to hold it in place. compared to the back of his hair, which you saw as he turned around to laugh with his friends, a cocky grin on his lips. The back of his hair was a bit more messier and tousled than the front, elongated horizontal blue stripes all the way to the back, a bit of a lighter blue tint to make it more "fluffy."
though, you must say, he was entirely dripped out, loaded with cool spiked bracelets, neon colored cuffs, long chain necklaces and messy blue eyeshadow mixed with a hint of black matching his baggy jeans, white and blue stars spray painted all over.
it wasn't until the last part of your show when he locked eyes with you,and you could have sworn there was a thump in your chest, a flutter rather. historic ocean blue eyes looking you up and down before his friend, one with black straight hair and much more bulkier than him, whispered something in his ear.
it wasn't until you heard the person controlling the music announce the next dancers name when you snapped out of your thoughts, the clicking sounds of your heels hitting the stage feeding back into the mic.
when you finally entered backstage, you were met with loads of cheers from your favorite girlies, a tired smile on your lips. "they better be lucky I'm getting paid for this shit"
hours had soon passed and you were chatting up with shoko and utahime once more. "there's my queen, you have a private show request, two minutes" your boss announced, and you dreaded everything at the moment. sure, you knew you looked cunt, and felt it, expressing your inner beauty and freedom in the most amazing way. but god, men fucking sucked. no no no, sucks.
specifically, old yanky looking men who acted (and were) pigs. dirty, disgusting, and filthy men who always would request all og the girls every day with the weirdest..requests, well fetishes.
when you entered the private room, you swore you cheeks heated up a little. the same guy who sat at the table at your show earlier is now on a chair in the dimly lit velvet plastered room. a long plush sofa surrounding them and a circular silk stool seated beside it, along with a long pole in the middle of the room. anything for my showgirls, your boss would always say.
"so what's the reason for seeing me?" you cut straight to the point, noticing his eyebrows crease a little. you usually would make conversation or make flirty comments, but you couldn't help being curious. "don't seem like the type to be here?" you phrased it more like a statement than a question.
his lips curved into a cocky grin, "i'll take that as a compliment" he responds with a small pause before he continues. "truth be told, i've never been here before..kind of a first time" he rubbed the back of his hair where his undercut was.
"ah i see, so you came to pretty 'ol me" you joke around, a smug sheepish grin on your lips, a tint of brown matted lipstick and lip gloss decorating them.
"how couldn't i?" he chuckled, looking up at you. you noticed how his eyes never left yours. weird, specially for a client like himself.
you rolled your eyes at his comment before sitting next to him, crossing your legs over the other, sitting close to him but keeping some distance in between you two. he seemed cocky, of course, but he was nice? the conversation you two had flowed easily, even though he had rambled on about some science shit among other shared interests. not that you minded, it was kinda cute of him.
after minutes of careless talking and jokes, you remembered you did have a job to do. "so, what'd you want me to do?" you asked, brushing your wig back behind your shoulder.
"huh? oh-" he cleared his throat, turning to face you, his face inches from yours, humming softly, "depends, i'm down for anything" truth is, gojo didn't know what the fuck to do, he was nervous as fuck right now, but god were you so perfect. he kept respectable distance between the two of you.
"anything hm? so you don't mind if i do this?" you asked, sitting on top of his lap. well, your legs were on each side of him, your ass hovering over his lap, following the no touch rule, shaking your ass teasingly. but surprisingly, he didn't react much, normally customers would "talk dirty," "touch all over you," among many other things.
but he remained polite, asking you if he could do this and do that, to where you had to keep reminding him that he can, but honestly you quite enjoyed it. you grinned down at him as he finally squeezed your ass, holding your ass in his hands with your permission, looking up at you with a bright grin, his fingers brushing against your thigh. "this must be your first time doing this?"you asked, leaning down to place a soft kiss along his ear playfully.
"and if it was? what are you gonna do about it?" oh he didn't know what was coming.
the next day felt like a drag for you. having to wake up early in the morning for school, and going to sleep late. luckily enough for you, you didn't have a roommate, well not anymore. they left earlier in the semester due to moving. once again, you came to school with utahime and shoko, who also attended the same university as you. shoko planning to be a doctor and utahime still figuring it out along the way.
however on your way inside of the college you attend, you stopped dead in your tracks. see, you never really cared about who came to school here nor did you really care but you spotted a familiar sight of a white haired man. the same man you ended up giving a lap dance for..well, semi lap dance. 'there's no way' you thought, your smile faltering little by little. you were nervous. wondering if he had seen you, god what do you do.
and he's the fucking co president of the fraternity house. you wished you could hide and never come out.
but you decided to play it cool. there's no way he'd notice. he was too busy talking to a familiar red head, and two black haired men with a similar alternative fashion. however, as you walked beside them, doing your best to get to your class, his voice stops you dead in your tracks.
"shit, it's really you?" his voice laced with surprise but also amusement.
fuck me. "do i know you or somethin'?" you asked, the most stupid thing you could have. no duh he knew you.
"'do i know you?' wow, i'm wounded, and here i thought we had lots of fun last night" he joked aloud, not really caring who heard and who didn't. but, you were burying yourself under a rock mentally.
"never would've guessed you went to school here, not that that's a problem, find it kinda hot to be honest" he stated, only for what seemed like a blush to fill his cheeks. "i mean..um, it's cool"
a snort left your lips unwillingly, and he went quiet for a moment before clearing his throat. "i don't think i ever caught your name?" he changed the subject rather quickly.
you snapped out of your thoughts, distracted by his beauty once more. you'd never seen such pretty blue eyes like his. how he carried himself made you more curious as to what he was like behind the scenes. sure, he was flirty, but he seemed like a genuinely sweet guy.
"it's (y/n)." you happened to respond quicker than what you wanted, but you kept it simple and to the point.
"(y/n). pretty name. name's gojo." he introduced himself with a cheeky grin, highlighting the eye shadow around his eyes more clearly.
and that's how the two of you started to get to know each other more. you'd always proceed with your mornings talking to shoto and utahime but that seemed to change. gojo would always end up talking with you, starting random small conversations that turned to rather big ones, and you'd think once classes were over it'd stop there. heavens no, he'd find you at the club you work at, requesting more private sessions.
surprisingly though, he never asked for anything. he just talked with you. odd. no one ever did that with you. yet, you didn't complain. in fact, you began to enjoy it.
"there's no way he doesn't like you" shoko's voice wavered your thoughts, your attention turning to her with an audible gasp, immediately refuting her statement.
"that's not true. sure, he doesn't have requests, but anyone who talks to me either wants to fuck me or wants me, not in that sense"you denied her claim, shrugging off the thought that THE gojo satoru likes you. but, you it's not like somewhere deep down you were curious if he did.
"whatever you say. you've been stuck on him like glue. the other day you didn't have lunch with us and ditched us for him." ouch.
okay, yeah sure, you had many conversations with him, and many private sessions, and sure you like his company. but, you only really saw him as a friend.
and being a friend of gojo's also meant going to different parties thrown by him or who you'd learn to be geto, the actual leader of the frat. it wasn't a big frat, simply a few men with the names of choso, sukuna, toji, and nanami. you never told shoko or utahime this, but you ended going to a lot of these parties as gojo's plus one.
what's the harm? it was just a party. not too different than the many after parties at the club you went to. the stench of alcohol and drugs filling the air, horny adults making out with each other and the frat team howling and chanting. but, you always seemed to find yourself beside gojo, your head on his lap, or forcing him to dance with you, your fingers laced with his big ones. you didn't know this, but gojo had found himself, beaming with excitement every time you were near him, including what's in his pants, praying and hoping you wouldn't notice.
some weeks flew by, closer to a month, you and gojo were inseparable. the closest of friends and maybe it was better that way. even though parts of you wondered what it would be like to be with him.
though that was the least of your worries when there was mid terms coming up, and it was a super busy week at work barely having the time to study and recreate, leaving you burnt out and bored as hell.
"are you busy this weekend?" gojo asks, standing behind you, arms wrapped around you from behind, his gesture of saying hello. you were currently in the library, taking most of your time to study.
you placed your pen on the table, moving some of your wig's hair out of your face, put together with a black headband, complimenting your round cheeks. "i'm not sure toru, why?" you asked, using your newly found nickname for him.
gojo, on the other hand, could've sworn he almost melted at his nickname coming from your sweet lips, and at the sight of you in your cute attire. normally, you'd be dressed up, but he could tell you were tired, only wearing a long hoodie and some baggie jeans. but, even in sleazy attire, he found you beautiful as ever. your jeans hugging your plush curves in all of the right places along with your round cheeks, and cute chubby arms and small hands.
"well, there's a halloween party that me and geto are hosting, and i wanted you to be there, will you? i don't want to hear sukuna's loud ass" he mumbled the last part, sukuna and his girlfriend always being the most toxic and loud at the parties, and he also was making excuses to be there.
seeing you hum in thought, presumably contemplating your schedule, he grinned, and leaned down facing you. "i'll help you study, please (n/n)?"
and you couldn't disagree to a face like that.
soon enough, the halloween party was finally here and you decided to dress up as a cunty vampire queen. a diamond tiara resting atop of your beautifully done curled wig, a short white lacey dress stopping right under your ass, and long thigh high white heels, fake bl00d (red paint) accents to really bring out the theme you were going for along with fake fangs. gojo on the other hand found himself dressed as vampire as well, after you begged him to.
so now here you were, standing in the midst of the party next to the kitchen waiting for gojo to come back with drinks. and yet, you happened to overhear sukuna and toji talking amongst each other.
"gojo's still friends with that girl?" toji randomly asked, his words slurred, notably drunk.
"apparently, i didn't think it would last this long" sukuna answers his question with a dark chuckle, "must be giving it to her good" you hear his girlfriend state drunkenly, settled beside him, which definitely wasn't gonna last long.
last this long? what's that supposed to mean?
"i don't know man, told me they were friends, nothing more" you could hear the shrug in toji's voice as sukuna scoffed.
"dunno why he's so attached either way. all i did was give him a bet. if he fucks her or falls in love with her within a few days he loses, if he doesn't, he wins." he states, and you swore you felt your body go numb.
you're just a bet. how could he?
anger, hurt, and confusion filled your face. you didn't want to stay at this party anymore, truth be told you wanted to cry into your pillow.
"(y/n)! i got our drinks!"
speak of the devil, gojo was back and you were not happy at all. turning to face him, you held a strong frown on your face, your eyes watery as you whipped your hand around and slapped him. a loud thwack! heard by the people around you, catching both sukuna and toji's attention as well.
gojo was clearly in shock, but he didn't get angry. instead, he took a minute before stepping close to you, feeling the sting on his cheek getting worse by the second. "(y/n)? what-"
you cut him off, a hand up in front of his face, shushing him. "don't. don't say another word." you say, grabbing the drink from his hand, and crossing your arms, growing impatient. "take me home."
gojo's eyes widened at that. "wait a minute, take you home? we just got here? what happened? why are you upset?" gojo's voice was filled with concern, questions spilling out of his mouth.
"a fucking bet satoru? that's what i am to you! you only talked to me because i'm just some cheap fuck to you?!" your voice got louder, but there was a bit of a shakiness. the truth was out of the bag.
gojo found himself staying silent, admitting guilt without saying anything, enough for you to confirm the truth. "take me the fuck home." it was a command, not a plea, and you meant every word. he wasn't about to argue with you either, but god, he felt so bad.
sure, it was a bet. but, he never actually fell through with it.
the drive home, or back to the dorms rather, was silent but the silence was loud. gojo wasn't really the one to like conflict or tension, so he attempted to speak to you, mumbling an 'i'm sorry' but you weren't having it, and his heart shattered at the sight of a tear falling down your cheek. he offered to walk you to your dorm, and you wanted to argue, but he wasn't backing down. so, you let him.
he left without saying anything, and honestly that hurt more. you want him to say something, but you already know what he's going to say. and here you were crying over a man, a man of all things.
soon enough, you told utahime and shoko everything. you would've kept it to yourself but you hadn't messaged or called them in days, and they figured something is wrong.
"he did what?!" utahime blurted as she ran into the dorm room, stick in hand as she and shoko stepped inside of the dorm room. your mouth agape as you wondered how they arrived so fast.
"y'all...." you ran your hand along your face with a sigh, "it's not that serious" you started to say but shoko cut you off.
"it is hun, he placed a bet on you, using you" shoko placed her cigarette between her fingers, a puff of smoke leaving her lips despite you telling her that smoking isn't allowed.
you couldn't argue. you knew they were right, you were too stubborn to admit it though. "i've dealt with worse" you shrugged.
"that doesn't make it okay." shoko cut, noticing you tense. with a sigh she sat on the bed beside you. "tell you what, after work this weekend, we'll have a little girls night, just the three of us" she says with a reassuring smile, and you agreed.
and so, you took more time focusing on your studies, and midterms, returning to work after work ignoring any calls, text messages, and even pleas at school coming from gojo. you did not want to speak to him. even though you acted furious, you were hurt. he was probably one of the only friends you made at the school. half of the students only wanted to befriend you for sex or to dig a knife through your back, loving your beauty but putting a halt because of how "thick" and "chubby" you were, claiming you were just unattractive. jealous two faced bastards, you called them, but you didn't deny how their words and actions got to you. the reasons for your insecurities.
so, gojo simply doing the same, felt like a double edged sword. god, words couldn't even describe how much you hate him.
but right now, you couldn't think about that, you needed to focus. you were currently in the dressing room with a couple other performers seated in a high ended chair, money stuffed in your bra as you were about to do your second stage of the night, per request. you grabbed your favorite lip gloss and lipstick combo, placing it on your lips and fixing up your wig.
and just as you were about ready, you heard the door slam open and turned your head to the side.
your mouth was agape as you spotted gojo, rushing in towards you despite security trying to desperately stop him. but he didn't care.
"what the hell are you doing here?" you asked, wearing only black and pink glittery lingerie with lacy hems.
"i want to explain please" he begged, the security guard grabbing onto his shoulders almost dragging him away. you bit the inside of your cheek, shocked by this whole situation and how stupid he's being right now.
"just five minutes, please?" he had that same pleading look in his eye from before, those damn puppy dog eyes, but this time they were more sincere.
with a sigh, you end up telling the security to give them a moment, and they hesitated but agreed, stepping out. the other dancers were nosy as fuck, looking between you and him, including shoko and utahime, but you told them to step out too.
it was a shared moment of silence between the two of you, your arms crossed as you glared up at him, sweat dripping down his face to his neck.
"i know you're mad at me" he finally broke the silence. "you should be, i fucked up. i..i did made a bet, with sukuna, and it was the initial reason i spoke to you. but, after talking to you, and spending time with you, that bet was out of the equation i swear" his eyes never left yours, trying to prove he meant every word he said.
"so you really thought i was just some toy to you? what? you think because i'm up on that pole shaking ass, i don't have feelings?" you stepped closer to him, your arms still crossed, your voice not wavering once.
"no- no! that's not what i think!" his voice came out louder than he intended,hands shaky before he sighed softly, his fingers, big fingers, rested on your shoulders. "i think, no, i know, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, you're truly amazing" a blush hit his cheeks as he outed his confessions like a teenager, but he meant it.
something softened in your eyes, and he could see it, him now being the one to step closer to you. "i don't give a fuck about that bet (y/n), i care about you" he admitted, voice soft, and his face as red as a cherry.
"i love you, and i mean that, even if i have to prove it to you every day i will" he finally confessed leaving you shocked. you didn't think he liked you like that?
sure, you flirted with him and you teased each other all the time, treating each other as if you were a couple but you didn't think he truly had feelings for you. you took a minute to process his words, realizing your own feelings that you kept buried under a rug. you never admitted how you felt about because you never thought about it. until now, that is.
what you did next was shocking, even for you. you brought him closer and kissed him, just enough to taste him. he returned the kiss, his eyes wide at first but slowly closing his eyes and following your lead, his arms wrapped around you, the two of you enveloped in a sweet kiss.
after pulling away, you hit him in the chest, followed by a soft hiss from him. "you pull that shit again, i'm dumping your ass, you understand?" you huffed, a smug grin on your lips at how fast he nodded his head.
"i won't promise" he agrees, only to gasp softly as you gripped his chin. though you could have sworn you heard him whimper. interesting.
"good because i have something in store for you" you purred, tugging at the ends of his jacket, a lustful hunger in your eyes. you two had a few more minutes to spare right?
credits ! @cafekitsune @anitalenia for dividers used! all credits to orig owners for photos used in header! & of course characters used belong to gege!
notes ! by far, longest i've ever written 💀BUT IT"S DONE YAY my fingers are crying. this started as a drabble but i was like fuck it and BOOM! i made it into a fic.y fingers are crying and sobbing. but SCENE GOJO FOR THE WINNN. This was so random lmao thank you for reading!
notes 2 ! also also did my best to proof read, but if there is any errors or typos left over sorry about that
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