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Itoshi Sae thinks you’re annoying. That’s what you have come to believe anyway. 

Being a new, young sports reporter who’s still green behind the ears wasn’t half as easy as some may think. But you didn’t join because you wanted it to be, you joined because it had always been a point of intrigue to know what someone was thinking when playing the game of a lifetime.

And to your surprise, it was going far better than you had initially thought. Because with the grace of tiktok and a sense of humour the internet came to love you, which meant your dreams weren’t just dreams, they were reality.

Clips of interviews went viral, and your follower count on tiktok hit a gleaming 700k within the few months since you graduated university and officially ran head first into working. 

But that wasn’t even the most astounding part about your new life, what truly was astonishing to you was how the athletes came to like you to; and you were sure that was, in part, why their fans came to love you as well.

You didn’t question them as machines meant to entertain, you questioned them as humans. And that recognition of one’s humility is all it takes for it to be returned. 

For everyone but one man. 

Itoshi Sae. 

Most athletes you interview genuinely enjoy the brief chats, laughing and joking along with you, keeping a lighthearted and entertaining conversation for fans. Except for Sae.

Itoshi Sae never laughed at your jokes, never cracked a smile, and never seemed to purposely return a joke. Even as you tried to laugh with him after his blunt sarcasm it was never returned. 

So to say you felt a slight pit of anxiety whenever your boss told you to ask him for an interview after a match, would be an understatement. 

Trying to slip your way through the crowd came as a slight challenge, though as your own popularity arose it had gradually became a bit easier. People recognized you, people respected you and that was more than enough. 

It wasn’t too hard to find the coral locks along the crowd, Itoshi Sae with his bag strewn over his shoulder as he stepped through the lobby with his usual mask of nonchalance. 

He never flinched at the cameras even as the bright lights flashed over his strong features, highlighting the bright teal of his burning gaze when it met yours. 

Sae hated interviews, he hated talking to reports and paparazzi. Yet when he saw you amongst the crowd, two microphones resting between your tapping fingers with a smile on your lips, for whatever reason he didn’t turn to ignore you. He allowed himself to push forward despite his usual reservations, just enough to see if you’d stop him.

“Itoshi!” 

His mind reeled, but he didn’t let it show as he turned to you casually—acting as though hearing his name from your lips brought an ease to his mind. 

“What?” 

Cold, to no one’s surprise. But you smiled all the same, warmly. 

“I was um— I was wondering if I could get a quick interview, if you have time?” A nervous stammer, a hand moving to quickly push a hair from your face as you faced him. You’d interviewed him twice before, but it was enough to make you jittery.

You expected a scoff, or maybe just a silent departure. But instead, he nodded, stepping towards you as you stood stunned for a moment before your smile illuminated and you handed him one of the mics in your hand; waving over your camera man.

Did Sae always stare this intensely? Did he do that to all the interviewers? Or was he just trying to pick you apart? 

“Hello everyone! Today I am joined with the one, and not the only Itoshi, Itoshi Sae!” You quickly greeted the camera before motioning to Sae who didn’t pull his eyes away from you even as you introduced him to the camera that shot live. 

“That was a very intense match against Brazil, you played amazing by the way, as always.” You complimented, meeting his weighted stare as he blinked down at you silently.

Amazing start, you cleared your throat—unfaltering. “You know I’ve always wondered what you think about when you make those plays, does it come to you naturally or is there a lot of calculations involved?” 

Silence stretched for a moment, before Sae adjusted his hand on his bag unconsciously. 

“skill.” 

“Oh, well you definitely have a lot of that!” You tried to joke, laughing as Sae just stared. 

and stared.

and stared. 

“Well! I do hear that you’ve been playing for a while so I’m sure it’s all pretty much engrained by now, huh?” 

Sae nodded, stare unwavering. “Flow state.” 

“Oh like the meme.”

His brows furrowed slightly, “What?”

“Like the tiktok..meme, like entering flow state?” 

“Yeah, flow state.” You smiled, though it was almost glaringly obvious that the two of you were not on the same angle. 

“Well, I don’t want to keep you too long in case you’ve got a big celebration plan but I just have a few more questions if you don’t mind, that’s my version of ‘flow’” 

“You don’t have to rush.” 

He, to your surprise, reassured. You faltered for a moment, biting hack the way your smile threatened to widen enough to make your cheeks burn. “Thank you, that is very kind of you.”

The interview carried on for a another five minutes, and it all came with the same ‘flow’ as it had began. You smile, he stares. You laugh, he stares. 

“Okay! Well thank you so much for speaking with me, and putting up with my horrible soccer jokes. But don’t worry, I’ll let you run away now!” You laughed off, turning to the camera. “Sae here is going to be playing again in three weeks in this same arena, so make sure to score a seat..get it? score a..yeah you got it.” 

Your hands pulled into your signature peace sign to depart and end the interview, waving your two propped fingers to the camera when Sae mimicked your action. His fingers raised, and though his lips didn’t, it was enough.

The interview went tripple platinum.

As it turns out, fans love Itoshi Sae, and they love you too. Combine the two of you and they’re sufficiently fed, maybe.

GOJOSHOLLOWPURPL6767: DID YOU SEE HOW HE LOOKED AT HER? UGHHH 

ITOSHIGOBBLER literally grumpy x sunshine ughh i love then

THUKUNA ao3 writers get to work NOW 

> ALLIEMALLIEA already on it 🫡

POPECODYLUVR WHEN HE COPIED HER PEACE SIGN? HE WANTS THAT COOKIE BADDD 

SAEMUNCHER it’s the fact he never does interviews but has done three with her, Sae I know what you are

itoshi.sae has followed you

SATORU GOJO never made attending class a habit. He'd gotten into this prestigious university off money and an athletes scholarship, attending lessons every once in a blue moon just so he could tell his parents—when they pretended to care—that he did.

That was all that day had meant to be, attend that stupid communications lecture for one day and never attend again. And that was how it began. He burst through the door, fashionably late, with his hair slightly tousled and his bag resting lazily over his shoulder. Heads turned, as they naturally did when the Satoru Gojo entered the room.

Despite only being a second year student, he was prestigious. It was a major campus, the student body easily being in the tens of thousands. But there was no doubt each of those people knew his name. If they didn't dream of him they wanted to be him, if not that it was a jealousy soaked hatred. Either way; he was on everyones mind. Whether it was for his jarring good looks, his toned muscular build, or his parties, he was the face of that school.

The professors words were cut off with a slight scowl as he looked up at where Gojo entered the large lecture hall, "Satoru Gojo, pleasure for you to join us," he glanced down at his watch, "even if it is fifteen minutes late." he added sarcastically, to which the white haired boy returned with a smile. A look almost too cocky for comfort as he practically stomped his way further into the room.

"You know me," Gojo shrugged as his smile curled into a smirk, "I always aim to please."

It was always the same reaction whenever he spoke, dirty implications hanging off his words that drew laughs from the guys and blushes from the ladies. It was always his goal, and he felt his ego inflate at the attention as he made a show of slumping into a seat near the back. A seat that gave him an almost predatory overlook on all of his fans classmates.

The professor hushed the class harshly, twisting back around to continue his lecture.

That's all it was supposed to be.

He'd go in, flaunt a smile and piss off the professor to say he attended and then never bother to show in the class again. But when do things ever go as planned?

When he saw you it wasn't in some dramatic light, much like anything else in his life, but rather it was so...casual. So casual it left him confused, and disgustingly intrigued.

His eyes nearly skipped over you as they skimmed across the class, but they quickly snapped right back into your direction for a double check. Because he had no idea who you were. Now, that's not to say he knew everyone by name—because he certainly did not. But he at least knew everyones face. And he knew for sure that he didn't know yours.

He'd hardly managed to snag a good look, only a small glimpse of your side profile when your eyes turned back to a rousty boy who'd kicked the back of your chair by "accident". And that's what made him stop, even if it had been a split second of your features, he was almost entranced. Because you were so normal.

Gojo had never usually been one for quiet types, he leaned towards the sorority girls, the ones who were easy to please and easy to lay. But it had been a fair while since he saw someone new, and that intrigued him enough to encourage the smirk that tugged over his lips.

The plan was simple, a recon mission to gage his interest, to curb the intrigue and finally put it to an end.

Step 1: find you after class

Step 2: woo you with his dashing good looks

Step 3: take you to heaven and back

Step 4: never talk to you again

It was a simple plan. But one that failed on step one.

He had tried. He prowled the crowd of tired young adults as the lecture came to an end, attempting to use his height advantage to stare over the heads of them to spot you but it was like you had vanished, disappeared into thin air and escaped his goals. How cruel of you!

For the next week you were no where to be found. Not in the halls, not at the parties he frequented, it was like a gust of wind had blown you into dust and you were gone.

"Dude I don't get why you're so invested, shy girls ain't all that"

Toji's voice rang through his mind, a cigarette pressed between the dark haired boys lips as smoke seeped from it. He'd overheard enough of Gojo's incessant ramblings about his new fix, and he failed to understand the interest.

Sukuna slapped a hand over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh you don't know shit, quiet ones are secretly freaks" His words slipped a laugh from Suguru who shook his head slightly. He had never seen his best friend so invested in a girl before, though he didn't fully trust this wasn't just one of his interests that would get brushed under the bed soon enough. "Why don't you just attend the class again, and not lose her this time." he suggested, watching as his friend groaned.

"Fuck no that prof's a bitch, I'll call Shoko" Gojo scoffed, already yanking his phone from his pocket to text the girl he'd known since highschool. Shoko Ieiri could find anyone, anywhere at anytime with a strand of hair if she truly wanted to. Which is why she was the perfect back up to call for his search into the abyss.

It took the brunette girl twenty minute's before she was bursting into the frat house, her face curling slightly upon entry. "Yall pissing in eachothers mouths or something? fucking stinks in here" she complained, halting in front of Gojo who laughed slightly before aggressivly slapping the spot on the couch beside him.

"What do you want?" Shoko groaned, slipping into the spot beside him with a dramatic sigh. Gojo only smiled, turning towards her. "Well since you asked, I need help finding this chick from my communications class."

"Why don't you just talk to her when you go to class?" She asked, as though it was the more obvious solution—because it was. Geto scoffed from where he sat across from them, "The jerk-wad refuses to attend classes like everyone else at this university" He muttered, finger plugging one nostril before he was bending over to snort a line off the table as Shoko rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, descriptions." She prompted, cracking her knuckles before picking up her phone and opening instagram as Gojo talked. "Uh— I'm pretty sure she's our age, super curly hair, hot as fuck, quiet and kinda nonchalant y'know?"

"Her insta's probably private.." Shoko thought aloud, fingers tapping against the screen. "Give me more, who did she sit beside?"

Gojo snapped his fingers, urging his mind to think, "I think she was with those fashion bitches"

"She's probably some art major or something" Sukuna joked, head tipping back as he blew smoke through the air from his cherry flavored vape.

It took all of, say, ten minutes, for Shoko to turn her phone to Gojo with a raised brow. "This her?"

The white haires boy leaned towards the screen, his eyes trailing down the private instagram account. The profile picture was the side of your hair, curls framing your side profile as a staple. Your manicured nails were well designed, showing as you held your phone towards the mirror.

"Hell yeah, that's her" He muttered, biting his lip slightly as he snatched the phone from Shoko despite her arguments.

As she pondered it'd be, your account was private. So all he could scower was what you had in your description and your name.

YN LN

You were a fashion major, probably only taking that stupid communications course for the credit; if he had to deduce. Thoughtlessly, he was pressing request to follow from Shoko's phone as Geto moved to peer over his shoulder with a low whistle.

"I see your interest, she's hot" He slapped Gojo's shoulder in praise, the action being enough to prompt both Toji and Sukuna to look too.

"Damn, I got next" Sukuna hooted, pulling out his phone to take a screenshot of your instagram handle for later.

"Yo, we can share a turn" Toji offered half jokingly, patting Sukuna's shoulder as the boys all laughed. Shoko only rolled her eyes, a bit too used to their antics as she snatched her phone from them. "Yeah good luck with that, she'd kill you."

Gojo's eyes turned to Shoko, leaning a bit closer as his arm swung over the couch behind her. "You know her?"

The brunette only shrugged, "A friend of a friend of a friend who know's someone she's chill with, she doesn't fuck with your.." her hand motioned to the four boys, face slightly twisted in mild disdain, "crowd."

Shoko's words were hardly a warning to Satoru Gojo.

Because everyone fucked with him, and those who didn't were just jealous. So, his search for a nut continued. But rather than actually attend the communication class he knew he could find you in, he instead looked towards the more artistic wing of the University. To say he'd never been down there would be an understatement, and he was sure he wandered aimlessly for a solid twenty minutes until he found the fashion studio.

Was it luck for him? Or just bad luck on your part?

Either way, as he pushed the door open to the large fashion studio he found the space rather empty. Large tables covered in textiles and large sheets of papers, manikins stood across the room—some bare, others layered in clothes and designs. And stood at a large table in the corner, curly hair tied up messily and headphones rested of your head—was you.

Gojo lingered for a moment, a smirk curling over his lips as he took a moment to watch, despite his better judgement. He adored the view more than he thought he would, seeing you with a pin resting between your lips as you adjusted your sewing machine; blissfully unaware of the leopard that proweled behind you.

He took another second, before he knocked against the door.

No response, not even a glance.

As he stepped further into the room, the closer he got, he could hear your music leaking through your headphones. He tried to tilt his smirk into something more kind as he peered over your shoulder at what it was you were doing.

His breath fanned over your shoulder slightly, but enough for you to whip around quickly. A strand of hair fell from your bun at the motion, but you didn't seem to care as you pushed your headphones off your head quickly.

"Can I help you?"

Gojo only smiled, undeterred as he leaned his palm against the table. "I hope so." He raised his brows, giving you his most charming look before he was reaching into his bag to tug out a brown harness. "I've got this costume party coming up, I'm being Leon Kennedy—by the way—, but um, my harness clasp broke and I can't get another one." He explained, purposefully lowering his voice into something softer, something enticing, as he tilted his expression to be almost innocent.

"A costume party? It's April." You scoffed, unbelieving as you looked up at him. "Well, our frat doesn't really care for seasonal norms." He joked, smiling as he set the harness down on the table. "You should come, it'll be fun" Gojo offered, taking a small step closer to you as he tilted his head to be the least bit closer as he continued. "And if you fix this up for me, I promise to take care of you" He assured softly, voice a low whisper as he held your stare. He was just a breath away, and he was so sure he had you.

A hand pressed against his chest, shoving him back as you stepped away with a roll of your eyes. "Nice try, I'd fix it for thirty bucks." You offered, head tilting to give him a look of feigned innocence. "Don't worry, I don't need you to take care of me" your voice lowered to mimic his soft tone, batting your lashes tauntingly.

He was supposed to feel dejected, irritated. But it only made his pants tighten as he smirked. "Deal, but you should come to the party anyway." He suggested, letting his eyes trail your body as he continued. "You can be the Ada Wong to my Leon" He uttered, almost teasingly.

You were quiet for a moment, shameless as your eyes traced his body as he did yours. You never hooked up with frat boys, but fuck was he hot. Tall, bulked in all the right places. As your gaze fell to his print you could see a prominent bulge, a total D by your deductions. And what made it better in your eyes? You knew you could make him your bitch.

"You'll get your harness, doggy" You replied, biting back a smirk as you snatched the harness off the table to look at the broken clasp"

Gojo's brows shot up at your nickname, a small laugh rumbling his chest, "Doggy?"

"You're wearing a harness aren't you? now be a good boy and get the fuck out."

Like the little bitch he was, he stepped back slowly as heat crept down his thighs. He wasn't sure he'd ever wanted to ruin someone, or have them ruin him, more. He was pathetic, and he already knew it. The conversation couldn't have been more than ten minutes, but his body was already shoving into the bathroom not far down the hall and as soon as he was in the stall his hand was in his pants.

Soft moans echoed faintly through the empty bathroom, your words, your voice, ringing through his mind as his hand wrapped around himself desperately.

"Oh, fuck." He whimpered faintly, his free hand slapping over his mouth as his forehead pressed against he stall.

Be a good boy

Your words played on repeat in his mind until he was physically gnawing into his knuckles as he shot a load into the toilet bowl.

Satoru Gojo was so fucked.

Two days went by, and he didn't hear from you. He had sent a follow request of his own to your account that was unfortunately ignored and as the party neared he was harness-less. Gojo got ready for the party anyway, adjusting himself in his dark compression shirt and baggy pants. He had everything, everything but his harness and you.

He was made to shove his way through the crowd of bustling bodies, dapping up his guys every now and then until he reached the kitchen where the real ones were all lingering. Red solo cups rested in the hands of everyone there, cocky smirks and ladies on the arms of Toji and Sukuna.

"Where's your bitch, Gojo?" Sukuna called out, meeting the white haired boys eyes as he flipped him off. "She'll be here, I'm sure of it."

Even as the words left his lips, he wasn't sure of anything. He slotted himself beside Geto, yanking a sprite from the fridge and popping it open before his back pressed against the counter. The dark haired boy looked to him, sipping from his beverage—probably beer—"looks like you broke your harness for nothing." He teased, nudgeing the boy before Gojo groaned.

"She said she'd fix it, she's just playing hard to get and just needed an excuse to come." Gojo convinced, both himself and Geto.

Was it luck, or unluck that he saw you?

Sauntering through the crowd like you owned it even though you didn't care for it. You weren't dressed as Ada Wond as he had teasingly suggested. Rather, you wore a short, sparkly red dress that showed enough leg to make his knees weak. Betty Boop.

Gojo swallowed thickly, a smirk curling on his lips as he met your stare. He hated that his bright blue eyes had no effect on you, hated that your steps didn't falter. Women were supposed to fall to their knees for him, meant to quiver for him and clench their thighs at his name, but you didn't care.

And it drove him fucking crazy.

Your heels just barely sounded over the loud music, some Avenoir song blasting over the speakers that were only slightly muffled in the kitchen. He could hear the sound of you better as you stepped inside.

A harness dangled from your fingers as you entered, hardly sparing the others a glance as you came to a stop in front of Satoru Gojo. Satoru Gojo who was shameless in how he checked you out, his lip falling between his teeth as he eyed how well you fit into the dress.

"You look nice, guess you wanted to come after all" His voice carried a teasing tilt as he met your eyes once more.

"What's a doggy without his harness? I told you'd fix it" Your tone matched his to a T as you spun his harness on your finger before tossing it to him. "Or do you need me to put it on for you too?" You teased, head tilting as you gave him a small pout that he only returned with a smile.

"Oh I'd love for you to dress me" He joked, winking at you as you rolled your eyes at him. "I'm sure you would." You made a show of trailing your eyes down, and down, until they stared at his prominent hard on, before you were turning back around with as small laugh.

Gojo's smile didn't waver, he was sure if he really was a doggy; his tail would be wagging. He hated to see you go, but fuck did he love to watch you leave. The dress hugged you too perfectly, so much so he was already following you like a leash was strung to his neck.

Wherever you went, he was a step behind with his eyes on your behind. Satoru Gojo was a truly shameless man, and when he wanted something he always got it.

As you lingered around the beer pong table, watching as some of the guys played, you felt a breath hovering over your shoulder. You didn't need to look to know who he was, because he smelt like expensive cologne and trouble.

"You really are a dog." You scoffed, gaze drifting up to see the canine smirk on his face. "I prefer rabbit for..special recreational reasons." He teased faintly, his fingers moving to brush some of your hair from your face as he smiled.

"A dog and disgusting" You added, raising your brows before turning back to the game as Gojo pressed himself just the least bit closer to you.

"Oh c'mon, you know I'm fun" He joked, his breath fanning over your ear as he continued. "Some of the VIP's are gonna hang in the basement, consider yourself invited." He whispered, and you tried not to shiver when his lips brushed your ear. And then he was gone.

Gojo knew you'd follow, and maybe you were just as much a dog as he was because you found yourself trailing towards where you saw the occasional frat boy heading downstairs. Your hand turned the nob only to find it locked, of course it was bullshit. But before you could step away the door cracked open to see a tall man with dark hair combed back neatly. He wore a fitted suit with a clear and bloodied rain coat over it—he was dressed as Patrick Bateman. He had a big nose and tired eyes as he looked down at you, "who are you?" his voice came out low and almost monotone as he met your eyes.

"Gojo's…acquaintance, he invited me." You muttered albeit awkwardly as his eyes trailed you up and down. Gojo's words tore through his memory, words spoken almost fifteen minutes ago, "If a hot chick dressed as betty boop comes knocking, let her in."

Higuruma pushed the door open further, stepping aside to let you in before it was locking behind you.

Fuck this shit, you thought, jaw clenching as every step down the stairs deepened the pool of dread in your gut. Apparently you didn't need to be drunk to do dumb shit, like follow a frat boy into his basement.

But as you reached the bottom, rather than find your worst nightmare you saw a decent group of guys and ladies sprawled across couches and beanbags. But the most eye catching one was Satoru Gojo, already looking like he expected you as he pat the couch beside him.

He was disgusting, and shameless, and annoying, and he smelled so good as you took the spot beside him on the couch. "Add her name to the hat" He snapped his fingers to a nerdy looking blonde boy who only nodded.

"The hat?" You questioned, looking to him with furrowed brows as his arm rested against the cushion behind your head. "We're playing drink or dare, if your name gets picked whoever picks it gives you a dare and you either do it or drink…whatever the fuck Choso made.." He explained to you lowly as an emo looking boy set a large bowl of radioactive looking liquid on the table. It was bright green and likely a combination of death and alcohol.

"Lovely.." You mutter sarcastically as a brown haired boy clapped loudly, "Can we just fucking start!" He yelled, annoyance seeping over his tone.

Gojo leaned closer, his breath fanning over your ears as he motioned to the boy in question. "That's Eren, third year asshole and most likely to commit mass genocide" He introduced quitly to you, before he turned your head to the geeky blonde who was tossing the names in a hat. "Smart-dick Armin, he's not as much of an incel as he looks." He turned you to a serious looking dark haired girl who's hair ended at her chin. "Bad-bitch Mikasa, don't insult psycho Eren in front of her..I made that mistake once and still have the scar, but she's cool."

Gojo went on introducing the rest of the group to you, giving you silly descriptions just to make you laugh faintly. Choso was a dealer, and made an insane punch—clearly—. Sukuna was tweedle dick and Toji was tweedle dicky, Gojo's words. Geto was…he didn't have anything negative to say about him. Higuruma and Nanami were straight laced, while Connie and Sasha were a chaos infused duo.

It was a surprisingly..fun group, all things considered. As Armin brought the hat around he drew who would draw first and unfortunately picked Toji's name who only smiled almost cruelly before he dug his hand into the hat to choose his first victim.

Higuruma

Toji's smirk widened as his eyes tilted towards the man, "I dare you, to make out with the new girl." He propted, motioning to where you sat beside Gojo.

The white haired boy's jaw clenched, knowing Toji was doing this solely to piss him off. But Gojo didn't actually expect the straight laced fourth year student to actually do it, so when he stood Gojo was stunned for a moment.

Higuruma took the seat beside you, head tilting to meet your gaze as you turned your attention to him as he leaned slightly closer. "I don't want to drink what Choso mixed up, so..may I?" He asked softly, his eyes falling to your lips as a sudden shyness filled your nerves and you gave a small nod.

He tasted like mint, he was sober.

His lips pressed against yours, his head tilted to the side as his nose brushed against yours. It was dominating, on his part, and hurried. His hand tangled through your curls as his other pulled you closer by your waist.

Cheers and jeers echoed but you couldn't think about anything but him and his soft lips, he kissed so politely, so gently, and when he pulled away he ducked his head slightly to look up at you. "Are you alright?" He asked kindly, waiting for you to give him another nod before he was pulling away completely; his hand pushing his hair back before he leaned back in his seat.

He sat there for the rest of the night.

As the game continued, you couldn't help be hyper aware of the thigh pressed firmly against yours.

Satoru Gojo never thought he'd be a jealous man, because what did he ever have to feel jealous about? He was rich, hot, popular, but you kissed Higuruma before him, and that irritated him greatly.

The rest of the game was as chaotic as it started, and eventually your name was drawn from the hat and you instinctively sat up slightly straighter as your eyes met Sukuna's who carried a look of pure trouble.

Sukuna was feeling nice, or maybe he was just a voyeurist who wanted a show.

"I dare you, to lick our dear old Satoru Gojo from abdomen to lips."

Laughs rang out through the small group, and maybe this was just some kind of test. You were new, they didn't think you'd do it, but one person in partiular really hoped you did.

The decision wasn't hard to make, would you rather lick a lollypop or down battery acid?

"Well, he'll need to take his shirt off." You replied, quirking a brow as you looked to Gojo who—like the good little slut he was— was already yanking his shirt off his body, leaning back against the couch with his legs spread wide.

You couldn't help scoff at that, but you got up to kneel between his legs anyway. At the sight of you between his thighs he already felt his breath lodge in his throat, and when your warm tongue slithered along his abs his head tipped back. He wanted to enjoy this, and he was certain you could feel the bulge between his legs as your palm rested against his thigh to help push yourself up, up, up.

Your tongue danced up his abs, to his ribs, before slithering along his pecs and leasing up the channel of his neck, and when you finally reached his lips he was the one to pull you in. His hand reached the small of your back and he wanted to devour you completely. His mouth slotted against yours like it was meant to be there, and he held you against him far longer than necessary before you were pulling away. His mouth chased yours, or tried to at least, as you moved to take your spot beside him again.

Sukuna made a show of giving a dramatic applause, cheering your name as the hat was passed to you and you drew another name from the hat.

Suguru Geto

Everyone else was giving insane dares, was trying to stir the pot. So why not do the same? You thought, as your eyes met Suguru's as he tipped a bear back.

"Geto, I dare you…" Your eyes wandered across the etching faces of the group, all watching intently until your gaze landed on Gojo before snapping back to Geto with a growing smirk. "Make out with your best friend."

You thought he may hesitate, maybe he'd falter that look of nonchalance, but he didn't. He moved to set his beer down, before he confidently sauntered towards Gojo and roughly yanked him up by his collar. Before he even had the chance to find balance Geto's lips were on his, kissing him almost angrily as they fought for dominance.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Sukuna cheered loudly, yanking his shirt off in praise before he tossed it at the two boys who pulled away.

"Put your clothes back on!" Connie yelled, hands cuffing his mouth as Sukuna only flipped him off.

You had come down here expecting it to be hell, expecting this party to be nothing but bullshit, but it was more fun than you'd thought it would be. And it's always a fun night when it ends well.

"Satoru Gojo" Geto read out the name he had picked from the hat, his eyes carrying a teasing tint as his smirk widened. Maybe he was doing his homeboy a favor, or you, either way—his dare was decided from the moment he picked the name.

"I dare you, to spend seven minutes in heavy with the lovely lady of your choice"

Everyone already knew who he'd pick, hell, so did you. So when his smirk turned up to match that of his best friends you knew already. His body leaned towards you, his voice whispering in your ears; "Wanna' see what I meant when I said I was more a rabbit than a dog?"

There was a guest bedroom in the basement, and as soon as the door shut his lips were on yours.

Gojo didn't kiss like Higuruma, he wasn't gentle nor polite. He was hungry.

His lips pressed into yours almost furiously, his hands instantly palming your face as he stepped forward, making you step back as he devoured you whole. He didn't pull away from you, too entranced to notice a thing until your hands squeezed around his neck and shoved him back harshly.

He looked almost like a kicked puppy, inching forward again as he stared into your eyes with a look of pure desperation.

"Take your clothes off."

You demanded, and he didn't need to be told twice. His hands fell to his belt, quickly unbuckling it as he held your stare intensely. He only had seven minutes, and he didn't want to waste a second.

His hands shoved his pants down, tossing them aside before he stepped forward until his breath fanned yours and he tried to reach for you only to be denied of what he so desperately wanted needed.

"Don't touch me." His shoulders fell, visibly dejected. "Touch yourself." You whispered, eyes meeting his as his hand instantly fell to palm his erection. He truly was a dog, and you; his owner.

"Keep going," you encouraged, your eyes falling to where his hand pulled at his cock slowly. He was big, just as big as you thought he'd be. Your hands reached back to unzip your dress quickly, stepping out of it and folding it neatly before setting it aside; all the while, you didn't pull your eyes away from the show.

Then like a dam, "Touch me" , and he did.

It was as if he was nothing but a doll, a robot created to do as you say.

His hands were on you in an instant, ripping your bra off roughly—"I'll buy you a new one" He whispered, his lips trailing rough kisses down your neck until he reached between your breasts and moved to grace your left one. He kissed over your heart, feeling your racing pulse through your chest before his lips fell to take one of your buds in his mouth; twisting it around his tongue before he gently tugged it between his teeth just to hear the sound you'd make as he hummed before pulling off.

"Fuck," he whimpered, hands moving to tear your panties off roughly. "Gojo—"

"I'll buy you a new everything," he whispered, hands moving to lift under your legs and pick you up. His teeth dragged up your neck until he met your lips in a furious kiss. "I'll buy you whatever you want," he spoke between kisses, "Bras" his body crashed you into the mattress, his hands moving to cup your breasts as he made his way down. His tongue trailed down your body as yours had his, tracing the column between your breasts, down your stomach, but he didn't stop there.

He pressed kisses along your waist, your hips, "new panties, get you the cute lacy kind if you promise to show me" he whispered along your skin, until he found his drug. His tongue traced through your heat, and he wasn't one to tease—not when he himself was so impatient—.

"Fuck, Gojo—" His palm slapped against your cunt lightly, just to hear you gasp, "Satoru." He demanded, but it came out as more of a plea as he looked up at you from between your thighs, "Please, please say my name, Baby please." He begged, before his tongue trailed through your folds as an offering. His nose nudged against your bud as you hummed softly, hands tangling in his hair as he met his lips with you lower ones.

Gojo didn't care much for heaven, he never had before, but he was sure he had reached it now. It wasn't too sweet, with a slight tang as his tongue traced circles through your folds before pressing up to suck against your clit with low hums. "Satoru," You gasped, hands tugging at his hair harshly.

Satoru fucking Gojo moaned, the sound vibrating through you as he pushed himself closer for a moment before he was pulling back, kissing up your stomach again, up your breasts, his tongue licking up your neck and sucking harsh marks along your skin until he reached your lips again and pushed his weight into the kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it only made you press your lips further against his.

His palm slapped against the nightstand, refusing to pull away from you completely. He pulled up just enough to see what he was doing as your mouth danced along his jaw, sucking soft marks and staining his pale skin with your lipstick while he grabbed a condom from the drawer beside the bed.

Satoru sat up, his legs straddling yours as he made a show of tearing it open with his teeth—shooting you a wink as you slapped his chest—"You're so cheesy"

"You fucked me anyway" He joked, rolling the plastic over himself just before you pushed him and switched the position. "Not yet," You leaned down to whisper it in his ear as your hand slowly trailed down his chest, taking your sweet time before taking him in your hand and giving him a few slow jerks as his lips parted.

"You still have to ask nicely" You muttered, teeth tugging at his ear as he moaned. His hands gripped at your ass, trying to pull you the least bit closer. "Please, fuck— please Angel" He pleaded, watching you pull back from his ear to stare into his eyes as you slowly eased down on him.

The two of you gasped in sync as he filled you, your hands resting against his chest as you paused half way. "Fuck your big" You panted out softly, easing down ever so slowly as his head tipped back. "And you feel so good," He whimpered, "So warm.." he sighed, and when his eyes peeled open to see your face he couldn't wait.

His body moved to flip your position, again. He leaned over you, his hand moving to lift your leg over his hip as he pushed all the way in until your pelvis was flush with his. "Fuck! Satoru—"

He may as well collapse over your body, his arms moving to cage you in as his forehead pressed against yours. "Oh, I'm sorry pretty girl, I'm sorry" He whined, but he started moving anyway. Pulling his hips back, only to snap back with all his weight as his hand moved to cup the top of your head to protect your head while your body bounced with his every thrust.

Satoru Gojo didn't get pussy drunk, he got fucking wasted. He was inconsolable as his tongue slipped out of his mouth, tangling with yours as he panted into your mouth while mumbling low praises that were muffled by the harsh sound of your coupling.

It was better than he thought, fuck it was so much better.

His plan was simple, woo you with his dashing good looks, take you to heaven and back and then never talk to you again. But his plan failed, his plan failed so bad.

You were the one taking him to heaven, and he refused to never talk to you again.

His arms moved to wrap around you, holding your chest flush with his as his thrusts grew desperate. "Fuck— fuck, baby"

His hand slithered between your thighs, and his rolled your clit between his fingers harshly until you gasped into his mouth. Your head tipped back and his lips fell to attack your neck, switching between sucking and licking as his free hand moved to pull your hair lightly; keeping your head tilted back so he could continue to gnaw and nip at your skin until he felt your legs wrap around his waist, keeping him close.

"Toru, I can't, I'm—"

"Me to, me too pretty girl" He panted, pulling away from your neck as his fingers traced his name into your clit while his free hand fell from your face to grip your jaw. Gojo's lips pressed into yours harshly, and as soon as his tongue met yours you were undone.

You couldn't kiss him anymore, your mouth gasped open as he continued to thrust, and play with you all as his tongue lapped at yours before he moaned into your mouth as he filled the condom.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath before he slowly eased out of you with a soft sigh. His fingers moved to fix your hair slightly, brushing it out of your face gently before he gave your lips a quick peck, "you okay?" He muttered softly as he saw your breathing slowly go back to normal.

"You ripped my bra." your brows furrowed, looking up at him as he gave a guiltless smile. "And my panties" You added, slapping his chest as he slowly moved to stand up.

"It's fine, pretty." He brushed off, watching as you moved to sit up on your arms with a look of mild annoyance. "I'll buy you new ones! I'll drive you to a store right now, and I'll buy you food, and new underwear, and then we can come back here so I can rip them up again" He offered, smiling as he leaned over to kiss you again before he was pulling away.

"But first, bathroom" he snapped his fingers, his other hand rolling the condom off as your eyes fell to it before they widened. "Why do you cum so much, holy shit" You laughed, and he felt one shake through him too before his eyes moved to meet yours with a taunting tilt. "Maybe you can taste it next time"

"Oh, next time?" You teased, brows raising at his confidence as you moved to the edge of the bed. His hand moved to your cheek as his eyes trailed over you.

"There will be a next time, trust me.

first time writing smut kinda nervous owo