Vanilla

I will never get enough of this man 🩷 Let me know if you guys want more smut drabbles 🤭 TW: NSFW, NONCON, bondage, female reader

“That’s it sugar. Just relax. Good girl” Boothill hummed against your neck. His hand was fondling your breast while the other was circling your clit in slow motions. Hot breath fan against your skin as he rocked his hips forward.

You tugged on your restrains as his mechanical cock hit a specific spot deep into your tight wet cunt. Your every nerve was on fire and you could feel another orgasm approaching. Your head is thrown back and you wriggle your hips to escape his thrusts. Though instead of slowing down, your struggles only seemed to spur him on as his pace quickened. Your entire body was spent and you were unable to utter a single word in protest. You whined as you went after his ear with your teeth.

That only earned you a laugh as he gave your lips a quick peck. “East now girl, wouldn’t want ya to get hurt” Boothill winked at you. His lips wandered down to your neck yet again as he sunk his sharp shark-like teeth into your skin. Hard, but not deep enough to draw blood.

“I do like it when ya play hard to get. It really gets me goin’” the cowboy chuckled as he snapped his hips against yours in a hasty motion, causing you to move further up against the bed, your head knocking against the padded headboard. “It’s a shame I don’t have a wiener made of flesh anymore. I would love to fill ya up with babies. You would make a fine mother” you could feel him grinning against your throat. When you only whimpered in return, he gave your nipple a mean pinch “Though in an other note. Maybe it’s best I can’t get you pregnant. That way no one could ever come in between us. I will have you all to myself” he slowly pulled out his cock before he slammed it inside at full force, making you cunt clamp down on him “Don’t you like that, sweetheart?”

and it’s fairly easy to coerce you into his bed; he’s not even upset either. your voice is silty and your moves as you dance are oh-so-sexy, even without the bet he probably would’ve tried to find a way to get in your pants regardless of the reason.

but he’s awestruck at how amazing you feel, groaning a deep fuuuck as he slides into you. is pussy supposed to feel this good? he’s practically losing his mind over here. your smaller hand is gripping his bicep as he bottoms out, pretty lashes barely cracking open as you meet his eyes. you’re so fucking gorgeous that he could cum from the sight alone, but he’s on a mission… that he actually forgot.

because you’re going a stupid amount of rounds that night; him bending you into all forms and positions so he can fuck you just right. you’re more than accommodating, sickly sweet in the way you fuck back and he swears he’s found his match made in heaven.

even when you try to leave after a couple of hours, he’s pressing his chest to your back, rough fingers dancing dangerously close to your sore clit as you attempt to pull your skirt back up. you should be going, you really should. but his breath is just so hot against your neck and his fingers are already sliding past your ruined underwear—come on, are you actually supposed to say no?

and he ends up catching you in some random convenience store two days later, nudging you slightly to get your attention. it’s completely shameless how he describes how much he’s been thinking about you, he needs those sweet lips wrapped around his cock again. wait, shouldn’t this be the other way round?

he guesses he can bend the story just a teensy bit to his guys in a couple of days because you’re the one who abandoned your somewhat full shopping cart to let him press you against the bathroom wall. his hand is pressed hard over your mouth as he fills you up with his thick length again, biting back another groan as you squeeze around him. fuck the bet honestly, he just wants you.

GENSHIN IMPACT: tartaglia, SCARAMOUCHE, itto, kaeya, shikanoin heizou,

HONKAI: STAR RAIL: gallagher, BOOTHILL, aventurine, JING YUAN, SAMPO, CAELUSSSSS, jiaoqiu

JUJUTSU KAISEN: GOJO, geto, toji, sukuna

in this satoru is still in the gojo clan in this in preparation for his genpuku ceremony — reader is not a gojo, but rather someone from jujutsu high he met before attending.

“c’monnnnnn, you gotta practice for your ceremony thing!” you beckon from across his room, lazing on his futon while he fumbles with the fabric of his kimono.

“i know how to tie a kimono.” he side eyes you, thinning his eyes and juts out his upper lip. “and it’s in a week anyway.”

“oh, do you?” you point to his jittering hands. he darts his eyes away from you and his fingers tense along the fabric he’s holding. “and you need a week? i thought the great satoru gojo was amazing at everything.

“i-i just…” he blushes, dropping his head against the wall he starts to lean up against. the pink flush of his cheeks look out of place on his otherwise pale skin and pristine white eyelashes (and now furrowed eyebrows). “…i never really learned.”

you can’t hold back your chuckle. you clamp your hand over your mouth to try and muffle it while he stares at you. he pouts harder, blue eyes redirected back to you. his stark white eyebrows cinch together in the middle of his forehead.

“you’re mean.” he drops the unwrapped fabric and points at you accusatorially.

you get up, still standing in your jujutsu high uniform, and look at his dramatically betrayed face.

“i,” you point to yourself, looking up at him, still not exactly level with his tall, slender frame. “will help you… just a little funny to me you’ve never even had to tie your own kimono.”

he pushes himself off the wall again, stepping forward to you and still pouting his lips. the fabric of his kimono drags along his abdomen as he brings up one hand to scratch at his head.

“i’m sorry for laughing satoru.” you tell him, unable to hide your smile as you gaze into his eyes. he squints as light leaks into his vision from the shoji door. he sighs dramatically. a jittery smile peaks through his lips, actively trying to remain his faux nonchalant demeanor. “i am, satoru.”

“really?” he asks as you chuckle at his terrible poker face. you grab at the fabric below his arms, holding it infront of him and craning you neck to look up at him again. “you’re still laughing.”

“and i’m going to help to make up for it.” you explain, tensing your fingers along his kimono. “you’re gonna need to learn how to do this eventually. so just let me help you.”

he rolls his eyes before raising his eyebrows, prompting you with permission while he half chuckles through his nose.

you wrap his kimono for him, dipping around his raised arms and slinking it around his waist. you pull at the kimono, untucking fabric he’d tucked in randomly with his befuddling lack of knowledge on how to do this. he giggles along with you while you joke about how out of touch this must make him.

the neckline of his kimono slouches along his collar bone as you fix the other pieces.

his eyes glare at you the whole time. he’s partially sure he forgot to blink. you don’t even notice, well you kinda do, but you always just assume it’s him zoning out. he flushes every single time your fingers brush against his skin or hands to move them out the way. his tongue licks along his lips nervously and he goes quiet.

the silence feels odd coming from him. you’d heard about how he’d apparently been super reserved as a kid up until he met sorcerers outside his clan, then apparently he’d just snapped and turned into obnoxiously loud teenager you know him as.

“‘m basically done. you alright?” your eyes peer up at him, hands resting on his slowly heaving chest. he looks like he’s trying to muster up something behind those vibrantly blue eyes. you lean up on your tippie-toes.

he doesn’t answer. you almost ask him again before you’re taken aback in surprise. he kisses you. he brings your face to his, smashing your lips against his abruptly, his mouth just barely moves, only twitching lightly against yours before he yanks back away from you—like he’s not the one who just kissed you.

“i-i’m sorry.” he stutters out, voice a lot more wavered than his usual confident cadence. you’re still taken aback, blinking vacantly while your mind is anything but. satoru gojo just willingly kissed you and tried to take it back with a sorry. has your heartbeat always been this vehement?

his large hand still linger on your jaw, as if he doesn’t plan to let go, as if he’s tempted to kiss you again. you’re half sure he is from how his gaze has landed on your lips once again. your mouth moves before your brain does.

every. single. time.

every single time you’re sitting infront of him, lips interlocked, moaning into his mouth … he just can’t seem to unhook your bra himself.

this time, he’s laid out on your mattress while you straddle his hips. he’s dressed in just his underwear that cling to his pale thighs while you sit atop of him and panties and, his worst nightmare … a matching hook-closed bra.

“fuck.” he grumbles breathlessly into your mouth, not even meaning for it to slip out, just an uncontrollable reaction to crossing paths with his mortal enemy. you pull back slightly, still close enough your breath lingers on him.

“what?” you ask, brows furrowing together while his slender fingers tap at the lacy fabric. you squint down at him while his gleaming eyes vacantly look at you. “satoru? you okay?”

he nods quickly while your words snap him out of his thoughts. mostly just ‘fuck’ repeated and ‘why can’t i just blast this stupid thing off?’ you lean down to kiss at his soft lips again, thinking it’s just one of his weird space outs that happen every so often.

he kisses back, leans to his side and tries to distract you with his tongue in your mouth—or atleast buy him some time to figure this the hell out. he can’t believe he figured rct out at 17, yet at 28 he’s still clueless when it comes to something that should be simple.

his fingertips build up the courage to trace over the hooks while your arms scrunch at his stark white hair. your hips grind down onto his heavy bulge like you’re trying to fuck him through the layers of fabric separating him.

he tries to give himself a peptalk while you’re attacking at his lips, that it’s not that difficult and if he gets this over with he can just fuck you already.

his thumb clasps onto one side of the backing, trying to pull it away carelessly from the other end. no dice. he tries to thread the hooks off one by one with a a single finger at once. you start to foster a confused look on your face as you pull back for air. he finally tries to bring the sides together before yanking them apart… he gets the hooks tangled in the lace some-fucking-how.

you yank back from his mouth, spit still trailing between your faces between the string eventually breaks.

“are you, like, not in the mood?” you ask, utterly confused. you’re actually worried at this point that he just doesn’t wanna fuck you from how much he’s hesitating—couldn’t be farther from the truth may he add—even despite the pulsing boner sitting against you, and his eyes open wide at your words.

he immediately shakes his head fervently to signify NO. “no, no, no! i just…” he hesitates, embarrassed before the words can even fall out of his mouth. “…need help getting your bra off.”

“really.” you deadpan, staring down at him with your eyes squinted and eyebrows pulled up against your forehead. he flushes against your gaze. he’s about to plead out a sorry for ruining everything before you giggle.

you slink your arms behind your back and undo the clasps along the band.

he thinks he cums a little in his pants when you yank your bra off your head and toss it across your room, revealing your breasts to him right infront of his face. he might even have drool pooling at his lips.

“you really never learned how to take off a bra?”

part one here!

you knew your nebulous position as the other woman was never going to last. when you’re the affair partner of both people in the same relationship, it’s inevitable that the truth will eventually come out. you just decide to have it happen on your own terms.

you escalate your own behaviour; with suguru, who you mostly have sex with and share the occasional drink, you up your antics. you leave behind lip gloss, you kiss bruises in places he won’t immediately notice, keep your nails sharper to scrape lines down his skin. you moan in his ear as he fucks you and ask, “what would your husband think, if he walked in here right now? watching me take you like i’m the one you’re married to?” just to relish in the way his voice strangles on a heavy groan as he comes.

with satoru, who’s far more interested in the emotional side of things, you devote yourself fully to the role of secret girlfriend. with suguru, you might be a nice, illicit fuck for when his husband’s busy. with satoru? you’re the partner he wishes his husband was. he takes you on elaborate dates, he buys you flowers, he flourishes with every sweet kiss and whispered affirmation. when he calls you late at night, paralysed with fear because he just knows his husband is cheating, you leave suguru in bed to console him from the safety of your bathroom. he can barely look at you when he fucks you, refuses to turn the lights on, then shudders in your arms as you nurture him in the aftermath.

it’s manipulative. you’re halfway in love with them from the thrill alone. you let it build and build, watch as their marriage slowly falls apart from their own actions, and, when it’s all coming to a climax, you arrange a threesome.

in the end, it’s easy. you invite them. suguru tells you happily that his husband’s out of the prefecture that weekend, and he misses you so much, sweetheart. can’t stop thinking about you. satoru tells you his husband is definitely with that homewrecker, so why can’t he spend a weekend with you? they don’t even care about the third, so long as you make sure they’re hot.

then they both show up, and it’s glorious.

after all, aren’t you blameless? it’s suguru that told you he wants something casual, satoru who said he doesn’t mind if you see someone else at the same time, since he’s doing the same. it’s not your fault they’re cheating. it’s not your fault they’ve accidentally fallen for the same woman outside of their marriage. it’s definitely not your fault that you accidentally arranged a threesome with both of them. how could you know? it’s not like suguru’s ever seen you snooping through his apartment. it’s not as if satoru has given you any details about his wayward husband, either.

there’s a moment of silence. of shock. they stare at each other in obvious disbelief while you smile cluelessly. you tell them you “just know they’re going to get along!” and they “have so much in common.” they don’t correct you. no, suguru does something better:

“it’s nice to meet you,” he says, perfectly neutral. “i’m geto suguru. i’ve heard a lot about you.”

satoru looks heartbroken. he looks angry. “gojo satoru,” he replies. “can’t say i’ve heard much about you.”

“looking forward to learning more, i hope.”

“something like that.”

you’re giddy with excitement. how couldn’t you be? they don’t even know. they’re playing some secret, private game between just the two of them, unaware that you know. that you’re a witness to it—better yet, that you’re an orchestrator.

they fight over who kisses you first, and when you goad them into kissing each other, satoru bites suguru so hard his lip splits. suguru growls, pulls him by the hair, and tells him that if he can’t mind his teeth like a good boy, suguru will tie him up so he won’t be able to use his hands, either.

somehow, that’s exactly what happens.

satoru bites and scratches as you all undress, a ball of tightly wound feeling he can’t quite get ahold of. when suguru kisses your neck, satoru tugs at his long hair so hard his neck cracks. after that, well, suguru doesn’t let it slide. he sits you in satoru’s lap and watches satoru bite his way across your tits before pulling his arms behind his back and tying him to the headboard. satoru’s legs follow, winding his calves to his thighs. it says something that satoru doesn’t argue.

“you act like you two know each other,” you say breathily, chest sore from where satoru bit your breasts on the wrong side of too hard, skin pinkening and indented with the shallow divots of his teeth.

satoru groans, watching as suguru pulls you away, situating you in his lap with your back to his chest and your legs spread over his thighs, presented to his husband. “never met the guy,” he says lowly, “and if i have, i don’t recognise him.”

“don’t worry,” suguru croons. “we are going to get very familiar.” his hand caresses down your side as he says it, thumbs rubbing strong circles into your skin.

satoru’s eyes stay fixed on your face.

suguru takes you apart with careful efficiency, teasing you until your pussy flutters with each brush of his fingers against your thighs, your navel, just short of the apex of your thighs. when he finally touches you where you want him, his fingers are long and slow and languid as he spreads you open, fingering you with lazy contentment as he sucks wet kisses down your neck and back. he leaves you straining and whining, makes satoru watch until he’s groaning as if he can feel the phantom touch of suguru’s every caress.

suguru bends you forward until you’re on your hands and knees, head just barely brushing against satoru’s knees. satoru parts his legs further, staring down at you with something close to awe. a little scared, a little sad, and very aroused. suguru crowds your back, bending over your figure and biting the shell of your ear as he slowly, slowly sinks into you.

“my good little wife,” suguru says, loud enough for satoru to hear. satoru chokes on his next breath, bordering on a sob. “should’ve married you, sweetheart. i could keep you like this forever.”

“suguru—“ satoru pants.

his skin is red and raw from his shuffling, his dick rock hard and straining against his black boxers. from the way his chest heaves, his eyes burn red-rimmed with tears, you’d think he’s the one being fucked. when he catches you looking, he lurches forward with a low groan, cut off as the rope tightens around his muscular thighs. he murmurs your name on a strangled groan.

a hand moves, grabbing you by the cheeks and pulling you to look over your shoulder, neck craning at an awkward angle. “ignore him, sweetheart.” suguru whispers in your ear. “eyes on me. he’s not the one fucking you so good, is he?”

“i could be,” satoru growls. “i have. fucked her hard and fast, like a whore. she must be, if she’s willing to fuck you.”

it’s mean, unnecessarily targeted at you when the ire is really directed at his husband. suguru’s eyes crinkle on a smile.

“that’s not a very nice thing to say, is it? she’s always so sweet, so good. maybe you just don’t fuck her right.”

“i’ll show you—“

you stop listening. suguru thrusts so hard and sure, just slow enough to have you craving more, just fast enough to satisfy you. stamina has always been his strong suit, and he fucks you into over sensitivity. his thumb moves, sitting heavy and mean over your clit, rubbing firmly against you with every thrust forward. you fall apart warbling his name, hands reaching backwards to scratch at his thighs. then he fucks you to tears, keeping eye contact with satoru, muttering filth in your ear all the while.

“should knock you up, so you have no choice but to marry me.” he says, watching as satoru’s mouth drops on a whine. “keep you happy and full in my bed, so you never have to leave. you’d be the perfect wife, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

satoru comes untouched with a breathy whine of your name. your name, as if his husband isn’t right there. as if he hadn’t just watched his husband fuck the girl he’d been playing around with. suguru follows soon after, spilling into you unprotected.

they both stay the night. you share a quiet, almost awkward breakfast, where you play the fool and chatter with your usual enthusiasm. when they leave, it’s at the same time.

frustration is an understatement, but it's how satoru gojo felt when you had shyly pulled away from a kiss for the umpteenth time.

of course, satoru loved you to the moon and back! you were his beautiful girl, but damn it were you shy. it was almost like a routine between the two of you. you'd get comfortable, then would be too nervous to press your lips against his without him initiating it. and if he was being honest, it hurt.

you acted like his touch burned most of the time. satoru would offer his hand for you to hold when passing large crowds and the most you would do was hold his pinky with yours.

so, being the amazing boyfriend he was, he was going to help you.

"just keep yours eyes on me, sweets." he coo'ed, carefully slipping in his cock inch by inch. "c'mon, we agreed on working on eye contact today." he reminded.

"I know.." you whimpered, slowly opening you eyes back again, staring into his deep blue ones. satoru's eyes flickered down at your entrance, clearly struggling in welcoming in his length. "you're doing so good." he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "just keep your eyes on me."

after a few minutes, he bottomed out. his hands were holding onto your waist, bringing you closer to him. "feels big.." you gasped when he slipped all the way out before pounding back in.

"that's cuz it is big, baby." he relished in the way tears formed at the corners of your eyes, nails scraping at his biceps. "you can take it though."

"sato!" you screamed, fluttering your eyes close. and satoru? he was absolutely eating this up. for the first time, you weren't afraid to be loud with your moans. “hey you’re being louder than usual. good!” he chirped. the bastard had the audacity to smile so sweetly down at you all while he was fucking you like he hated you.

satoru moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper. that’s when he saw it, the bulge on your tummy. "look at that.. give me your hand." he reached it, putting it down on your stomach. "you feel me? taking me so well, fuck, you're a good girl."

you saw through your tears how proud he was. bright smile looking down at you as if you just hung the stars.

satoru has never felt more proud of himself, deciding that pda was the next big step. the pinky holding turned into holding hands wether it be at the mall or a friend hang out. but of course, he couldn't help himself when he pulled away to drag your hand onto his growing bulge.

“i don’t think this is pda..” your voice was barely a whisper as your hand made its way to wrap itself around the base of his cock which was twitching like crazy, having its own pulse. 

“public display of affection.. jerking me off is in that category” he bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, being careful as to not let any sound out. the last thing he wanted was to get caught by his friends sitting across from the two of you in a restaurant. “yes fuck..” gojo grumbled under his breath feeling your hand pick up the pace.

your eyes were set on the menu in front of you, trying to force yourself to focus on anything other than the pretty sight underneath the table.

“close.. so close..” gojo gripped the edge of his seat, cock twitching violently before shooting out his orgasm.  he discreetly handed a towel under the table for you, leaning in to kiss your temple. “you’ve gotten so brave, my love.” 

a soft smile appeared on your lips. "thank you babe." you returned the kiss, placing it on his flushed cheek.

mdni ❀ smut

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a/n: yeah this is just smut lol. enjoy!

You should’ve known that when Suguru and Satoru didn’t bring up the tapes again, it was because they were plotting something. 

You just didn’t think that something would be getting spitroasted by both of them on camera.

In hindsight, it really should have been more obvious to you.

When you had gone back to the garage after dinner that evening a few nights ago, you had only found two tapes, and you remembered Suguru telling you there were quite a few. You realize now that Satoru probably stole a couple. You’d have to get those back.

And then there was last night, after Suguru had fucked you into the mattress, when he’d murmured something along the lines of “wish I could see this every night.”

Even when Satoru initially posed the idea the first time at dinner, Suguru didn’t explicitly turn the idea down. 

No, and thinking back on it, you didn’t catch the look they shared the first time. It was hard to forget now that you were seeing it in real time. 

“This ‘s so much better than the tapes,” Satoru said between pants, drilling into you from behind. “Can’t believe you kept this to yourself.”

Suguru, who was fucking the back of your throat, scoffed at him. “She’s my fiancee.”

God, even when they were both balls deep inside you, they just had to start bickering. 

“Sharing is caring,” replied Satoru, who was going to leave bruises with how hard he was gripping onto your hips. And thank goodness for that, because your legs were so shaky at this point that you fully believed they were going to give out at any second.

“Mmph,” you whined around Suguru’s cock, your way of telling them to shut the fuck up.

“Fuck,” Suguru hissed, fingers digging in your hair as he took in the feeling of the vibrations from your voice. 

You had one hand fisting in the sheets of the bed and another gripping on to Suguru’s thigh for balance. With how hard they were both fucking you, you definitely needed it. 

Kind of clumsily, one of Satoru’s strong hands left your hip in favor of sliding down to your stomach, pressing against where he felt his bulge inside you.

“Fuck, I’m so deep,” he groaned. “Can you see that?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out who he was asking, and then you realized he was talking to the camera. Fuck, you forgot about it.

Your eyes drifted over to where it was set up on the dresser, but you must have accidentally turned part of your head as well, because you felt Suguru’s hand grab your jaw and move you back where he wanted. 

“Eyes on me, baby,” he said, his voice lower than usual as you forced your eyes back up on him.

You matched his thrusts with bobs of your head, drool pooling down your chin. 

You started to feel yourself reaching your…third? Fourth orgasm, and you realize you weren’t the only one as Satoru’s thrusts start getting sloppy.

Your legs quivered with every thrust, eyes shutting despite Suguru's quiet protest as you felt tears beginning to pool. All three of you were moaning and grunting now, just loud enough to get picked up by the camera, but not loud enough to cover up the obscene noises of their cocks thrusting into you.

“Fuck, she’s..” Satoru whined, cutting himself off with a moan when he felt you clenching around him. He brought the hand on your stomach down to your clit, pressing and rubbing the sensitive bud to help you get there. 

“Come for us, baby,” Suguru told you, his thrusts getting just as sloppy and fast as Satoru’s.

With the overwhelming feeling of getting fucked from both ends, plus the added pressure on your clit, you don’t think you could have held out any longer if you wanted to.

You moaned around Suguru once again, this time much louder as you felt your orgasm rack through you in waves, white hot and burning. You felt like you were exploding, nerves on fire as both men kept fucking you through it. 

They didn’t stop, not until you felt them both stutter and fill you up with their release. You felt it impossibly deep in your pussy, looking up at Suguru as you swallowed easily, your throat bobbing with the motion. 

You hear your name hissed out from behind you, not breaking eye contact with Suguru as they both emptied themselves completely with a few last thrusts. Suguru finally pulled out, chest heaving as he let you catch your breath.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” he praised, and Satoru soon pulled out, too. 

Suguru wiped your chin with the back of his hand. Satoru finally let go of you, and you almost collapsed without the hands holding your hips up. 

“Shit, sorry,” he apologized breathlessly and watched Suguru lift you under your arms to prop you against the pillows facing the camera. 

“‘S okay,” you responded, your voice scratchy.

Your fiance spread your legs so the camera could pick up just how much cum was dripping out of your hole and onto the sheets beneath you.

“You’re making a mess,” he scolded quietly with a small smile, and you were too tired to do anything but look up at him. “But that’s not really your fault, is it?”

Your gaze drifted over to Satoru who had collapsed on his back, still trying to catch his breath. 

“Satoru,” Suguru calls, maneuvering behind you, having you sit between his legs as his arms held you against his chest by wrapping around your upper torso. Satoru tiredly lifted his head up. “Yeah?” 

Suguru nodded towards the mess in between your legs. “Clean up your mess.”

Not needing to be told twice, Satoru pushed himself up and crawled over to kneel in between your legs. He lifted your thighs up over his shoulders and leaned down.

Suguru pressed a kiss to your jaw and leaned down to murmur,

“Smile for the camera, baby.”

🍾࿔*:･ you finally work up the courage to confess your love to fratjo, the party animal you've only seen twice in study hall that he always skips for some reason, he says yes. as it turns out, he's a lot more than you bargained for... | 4k words mdni

cw: smut, protected sex (wrap before you tap), oral (f&m receiving), character cameos, reader is birdbrained, reader's lowk a stalker, lowk toxic!fratjo (duh), idk anything about frats, readers canonically pretty fratjo's just blind, dumb!frat!gojo, shy!sassy!reader, drugs and smoking, cliches, kiiinda crybaby reader, slight banter, not proofread

@aransmind for the photo

gojo sato would never date you.

not now, not later. he's all muscle and looks, arrogance and passion. tight compression shirts, chains and gold jewelry always adorn him. he's been with more girls than you can count, which you only know because he's always bragging about it online (and every where else)

jo_sigmakappachi: on my 5th girl of the week and it's wendesday. if any of u ladies wanna be the 6th... come to to my party 2nite ;)

you're quiet beauty and book smarts, wondering how you'll pull this far fetched crush.

now you're walking out of study hall, eyes red and tired from another sleepless night of studying (and stalking your crush's accs)

as you lumber out, you catch a glimpse of him, sato, with his nerdy twin brother whose name you can't be bothered to remember.

god, he looks even better in person. you've only seen him up close a handful of times. you're not a party person, and no one inviting you probably doesn't raise your chances of being in sato's natural habitat.

for the past few months, watching him from afar has been enough. you're the first to comment, like, and repost all of his most scandalous party moments, on a burner account, of course. somehow he's never realized that you always have a seat next to him at basketball games.

he considers himself unlucky, wondering why the same, uninterested girl is sitting next to him instead of a new hot bimbo for the week. lately, this sit and watch game is getting boring. your feelings are too strong, too passionate for him.

maybe now's the time to confess, tell him how you really feel. it's not like anythings actually going to happen. at best, he rolls his eyes and shoos you away with a "are you serious?" at worst, he's telling his fratbros about it and causing your social death. that's why you're doing it in private, under a sakura tree by his frat house, but not without messaging him first. what could go wrong?

Here are two alternate endings based on a nearly 50/50 poll.

People wanted to see reader get back with Gojo, but that felt too unfair to her after everything, so I ended up writing two Part 2s depending on what you wanted to see LOL.

Part 1

Part 2A: The apology - Gojo begs for forgiveness

Part 2B: Replaced - reader moves on, and Gojo regrets his decisions

Dividers by: @enchanthings