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And by angst i dont mean cheater gojo or toxic gojo

Maybe something emotional like satoru having trust issues after spending his whole life alone or idk reader bein avoidant

I js wanna cry from the feelings all i see is smut its nice too but....i rrlly wanna read angst rn

Fanart by thatsallitchief on X | DEAD DOVE 🕊️ | 4.5k | Part 2

⚠️: Mentions of Pregnancy, Male Masturbation, Bullying, Non-con, Fingering, Oral M!receiving, Threats, Blackmail-ish, Restraints, P in V, Handjob, Panty Stealing, Degradation, Dacryphilia, Voyeurism, Semi-public, Mentions of Kidnapping/Locking you up, On the Phone Satoru, Porn w/ plot

I don’t condone these actions in real life. I was bullied all throughout elementary sooo do with that information what you will.

Seeing you walk into the lecture hall, Satoru was immediately stunned. The girl he tormented all throughout high school was here, in this prestigious university, in his Electromagnetics class.

And as fate would have it, the only available seat left was the one next to him. He watched as you turned your head left and right to look for an area. It wasn’t until someone pointed out the seat next to him that you noticed his presence.

He saw the way you stiffened. You held yourself much better than you did before, but inside, you were still the same old loser. His loser.

You sat beside him, trying to ignore his presence as you took out your laptop and touched up your makeup neatly. Satoru watched as you laid your pretty little stuff like you were the Elle Woods of Physics. Electromagnetics was definitely going to be more fun than he thought.

Maybe you were more vain and confident now, but he didn’t care. He’s sure he can still pick you apart and fuck with your mind—like the old days!

He poked your shoulder and flashed you his baby blues complete with his signature charming grin. “Hey, baby girl, remember me?”

“Who are you?” You turned to him, confused.

He pinched your cheek and chuckled. Your reaction definitely confused the hell out of him, but he wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction of stumping him.

“Awh, no need to pretend, angel!” He hooked his hand under your swivel chair and pulled you closer.

His familiar scent filled your nose, starting to fog your brain. Honestly, he missed you. Life was so boring without a pretty girl to bully.

“M’kay, keep pretending to not know me.” He whispered in your ear. Everyone else was too stuck in their own worlds to notice Satoru absolutely smothering you.

A large hand snakes around you to splay over your stomach. Satoru used to love telling you about how he’d get you pregnant if you let him. He was just about to do so, until you put your hand on his wrist and pushed him away.

“I don’t know who you are, but you need to keep your hands to yourself, Mister.” You huff and move your chair away.

It was at this point that Satoru was genuinely considering if you were some other girl. He was 99.98% sure you were her. Your skin, your scent, your expressions—there’s no way you aren’t her, unless you had a secret twin he never knew about!

—

Ever since that fateful encounter, Satoru started following you everywhere. He’d sit beside you in every class you have together, you’d find him in the quiet corners of the library, and he’d approach you even if you were with your friends.

The first time he tried to embarrass you publicly like before, you were in the hallway outside your last class. You were speaking to one of your male classmates—Kento Nanami. Satoru didn’t like that.

“Princess, d’ya wanna sleep with me tonight?” He asked loudly. You didn’t have to look at him to know that a cheeky grin was plastered on his face.

“Mm, I’m not really too keen on fucking someone who isn’t packing more than 5 inches, sorry.” You say with a faux pout.

His demeanor changes, feeling all the eyes on the both of you. He hated that smug glint in your eyes. You were supposed to shake, hold your head low, and/or cry.

“Hm, I doubt it’d even stay in your loose cunt.” He deadpans. “No matter how big anyone’s dick is.”

He pats Nanami on the shoulder, giving him condescending advice. “You’re too good for someone ran through, man.”

Satoru walked over to Suguru, the man who just stood by his side while his best friend continued to push you over the edge. However, you couldn’t forget how he was the one to pick you up every time Satoru needed a punching bag.

“Don’t you think that’s a little too harsh, Satoru?” Suguru asks in that voice that’s always a little too gentle and a little too kind.

“Nah, she deserves it for pretending not to know me.” He answered as they both walked away from the situation he created.

“That was 2 weeks ago, dumbass.”

“So? Whose side are you on, Suguru? Mine or hers? Don’t tell me you wanna fuck her too.” Satoru chides.

Suguru sighs, “I’m just saying. It’s been 4 years of your constant torment, shouldn’t you leave her alone by now?”

“Nah.”

—

A week later, grades were given for your first test at the end of class. Satoru was aggravated to see a a red 97% handed to him. That was subpar at best!

He was even more annoyed to see the delighted look on your face. He could see it plain as day, the 100% on your paper. Satoru scoffed, mumbling about how you probably slept with the professor for that. There was no way in his mind that your loser ass was smarter than him.

Unceremoniously, he snatched the paper from you and assessed the problem solving. Surely, he could find a mistake. “Hey!” You huffed. “Give it back!” You yelled. By now, half the students have left and so has the professor.

Only a few were able to see Satoru completely berate you for the nth time. “Ha! Here!” He points at your boxed answer.

“Theta is supposed to equate to 90 degrees, not 0, silly!” He pats your head, feigning pity. “The problem clearly states that the solenoid is perpendicular to the face of the loop.”

You roll your eyes and take the paper from him, looking over the problem in question. “That’s magnetic flux, genius!”

“What the hell is your problem with me?!” You point at his chest as you looked at him with eyes full of fury. Not a single tear in sight.

You grab his collar, pulling him down to your height. “I fucking hate you, don’t you get it? You’re a stupid piece of shit, who torments me because no one else pays attention to you because no one will ever fucking like you!”

“I’ve done nothing to you. I’ve never even looked at you before you decided to pick on me. So leave me out of your bullshit, or are you that fucking insecure?” You push him away and grab your things, walking out of the lecture hall in a huff.

Meanwhile, Satoru stood there, contemplating. He scoffed. Why the hell would he be insecure?! Girls flock at him, he has friends, money, and status. How fucking dare you call him insecure?!

—

That night, a video of the whole situation blew up on school forums. Everyone wanted to know about you—the girl who put Satoru in his place. Although, a lot of people were still on his side, the majority opted to put their thinking caps on and agreed with you.

Toji was the first to see it in Jujutsu Phi, “Oi, Satoru! Have ya seen this?” He called out.

“Huh?”

The video played on Toji’s phone as Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, and the rest of the frat brothers gathered to watch.

“What the hell?!” Satoru reacted first.

“You got fucking owned, man!” Toji laughed. “She’s what? 5 feet something? Fucking embarrassing for you!”

Satoru hit the back of Toji’s head and stormed into his room. He hated this. It wasn’t like the “hate” affected him greatly. He just liked it more when you were the only one who hated him. It was part of the appeal, making you feel like you had no one to run to but him—the person who made your life a living hell.

Truth be told, he found you arousing. Every little thing you did made his heart skip a beat and his dick grow an inch. So now, he surfs the students’ forum for that video. Apparently, it was taken down an hour ago, but thank the heavens for group chats because the video was sent to the frat via chain mail.

Satoru watches the video, trying to remember the way you held his collar and the anger in your voice. He could never get enough of your reactions.

He pulls his sweatpants down along with his boxers, revealing his aching cock. It hurt to even look at. He kept replying the video as he pumped his fist over and over, thumb brushing over his tip, pretending like it was your own.

Fuck, your hands were so small compared to his, would one of yours even suffice?

He watched as your hands tighten around his collar. You smelled so good when you did that. He caught a waft of your favorite shampoo, and he feared he was too far gone. Thank god, the camera wasn’t able to capture the raging boner he had as soon as you came near him. That would’ve been fucking embarrassing.

Satoru’s pace quickened, fucking his hand relentlessly, wishing it was your pussy, mouth, ass or hand instead. He wasn’t picky, he just wanted you, crying, screaming, and begging for him.

“Hah—Y/N…” he called out breathlessly as he covered his mouth with the back of his other hand. His sheets were now stained with sweat, guilt, and cum. But knowing, Satoru, he’ll only turn that guilt into fuel for desire.

He was panting on his bed, still thinking of you; whether you’d kiss him or pass out after making him cum, the noises you’d make, and the expressions on your face.

You were driving him insane.

—

The next day, you were studying in the library. You felt it, Satoru lurking like he always did. Without looking up from your textbooks and notes, you called out. “What do you want?”

Satoru stayed silent, just watching you intently.

It wasn’t until you struggled to reach a book on the top shelf that Satoru came closer. He stood behind you, trapping you against the shelf and getting the book for you.

You turned around as he handed you the hardback to you. “Thank you…” you mumble. You look the side shyly, like you did before.

Satoru would’ve enjoyed it, if it weren’t for the gauze under your ear. He lifted his hand to touch it but you flinched before he could even come near.

“What happened?” He asked softly, which was unlike the version of him you knew.

“Nothing.”

He grabs one of your wrists too harshly, and you step back. “You’re lying.”

“No shit, Sherlock. Why do you care?” You challenged.

Satoru grabs your face, looking at you intensely. “Tell me.”

“No!” His grip tightens.

The longer you stay silent, the tighter his grip became. Before you could even think of the consequences, your palm immediately connected with his face. An echoing smack that could’ve landed you into the dean’s office if there were any onlookers.

First came shock, Satoru couldn’t believe it. You, of all people, had the audacity to hit him? Preposterous. Then, he smirked. His pretty face turned red as his tongue met the inside of his cheek. Maybe you’d have the guts to do adult things now, no?

“So, that’s how you wanna play, angel?” He uttered menacingly.

He faced you once again. His eyes no longer glowed its usual cerulean hue. This time it was darker, much more sinister.

You were lifted off of your feet and were carried to the storage room behind the library. Barely anyone knew about this room. Even if you tried to scream you’re sure no one brave enough would hear you over the mountains of file boxes dangerously stacked inside. It would only sound like a muffled soul.

As soon as he dropped you to your feet and locked the door, your newfound confidence was gone. You were trembling, stepping back as he slowly walked over to you.

“Oh, baby.” He chuckles. “Don’t be scared.”

He backed you into a wall, both hands on either side of you. You were shaking and refusing to meet his gaze. As much as he was happy that you were back to your old crybaby self, he had to know what happened first.

“Are ya gonna tell me now?” He teases, bringing his face closer to yours.

“The video…” you started.

“What about it?”

“Someone saw the video and told me I was a bitch for yelling at you… she meant to grab my hair, but she accidentally scratched the skin below my ear with her nails.” You told him nervously.

Satoru only hummed in acknowledgment as one of his started to drift lower. His other hand grabbed your face as he crashed his lips into yours.

He was rough, like always. You’ve kissed him before, this wasn’t your first. Satoru has always been impatient.

You pushed him away, shaking your head. “We can’t—”

“Why not? Scared?” He smirked. “Y’know I can get that bitch expelled, angel. Anything for you.” He spoke before kissing you again. This time, both of his hands held your face.

The kiss was heated, all of Satoru’s frustrations were released onto it. You still refused to let yourself go. You hated Satoru, and you were to stand by it!

Again, one of his hands went lower, circling your clothed bud, which sent electrifying waves through your body. “Satoru!” You whine.

“Oh? So, now you know me.” He teased.

You whimper and paw at his chest, hoping he’d step back himself. Unfortunately for you, he only pushed further. He bit your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open. His lips muffled the screams you fought to make, no one was going to save you now.

He pulled away a couple minutes later, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. Satoru laughed at your already fucked-out expression. Simultaneously, his finger’s ministrations on your clit came to a halt. His middle finger assessing the wetness of your folds over your soaked panties.

“So dirty, baby…” he chuckled. “You do remember that I’m supposed to be your bully, right?”

“Hm, but I guess dumb little girls can’t handle too much information. I don’t even know why you’re taking electromagnetic lectures.”

He tugged your bottoms down, letting them pool around your ankles. He got on his knees and pocketed your stained panties. He held himself back from taking a sniff, telling himself that it’d be much more rewarding if he waited. Was he fucking edging himself?!

Anyway. He took off shirt and laid it on the floor. Then, he asked you to get on your knees and sit on it. “We wouldn’t want you getting an infection, right?” He spoke.

You did as you were told. The faster you comply, the faster this gets done, right? And the nicer you are, the nicer Satoru is… you hope.

Gently, he took your shirt off and used it like a rope, tying it around your wrists tightly, so you’d be much more pliant. He also took it upon himself to remove your shoes, can’t run without them, right? He stood back up to his full height, only wearing his shoes and trousers as he looked down at you.

He laughs. “You’re only missing a collar now, angel!”

“You look so cute, I wish I could keep you in my basement. But alas! That’d be too cruel!” He preached dramatically. “You should be thankful I’m merciful, y’know, sweetheart?”

“I know exactly how you can repay me, but remember, we have to be quiet, okay?” He says as he crouches back down to your level. You nod in agreement, fighting the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.

“Good girl!” He praised as he pats your head.

Once he stood back up, he began to unbuckle his belt. Even before he pulled his pants down, you could already see it. You’d be blind if you said you didn’t.

Now, Satoru stood in front of you, fully exposed. His clothes were discarded on the floor. The small fluorescent bulb made it hard to see, but it was right in your face.

He tapped his tip onto your cheek thrice, a bead of precum then turning into a string, connecting your cheek to his cock. “So cute…” He then tapped your chin two times.

“Open up, baby. Ah!” He spoke, voice full of condescension. Still, you did as you were told.

Satoru knew he had to be a bit slower with you. He didn’t really mind, but god, you were taking so long.

You started sucking on his tip, giving it a few kitten licks from time to time. His pre tasted salty yet faintly sweet. “You like that, doll?” He asked, a sweet smile forming on his face.

You take all of him in to avoid answering. Your heart couldn’t take it, and Satoru knew. You try to balance yourself by keeping your hands on the floor, but you were having a hard time because of how tight they were tied.

He took a fistful of your hair, but he didn’t rush your head. He just needed you to ground him. At this point, you knew he was close. He mumbled your name like a prayer, groaning as he did.

“So fuckin’ good—” he praised. “Better than my hand.”

Without a warning, he pulled you impossibly close and released his seed into your throat. You whimper as you felt the cum drip. There was so much. It was unreal.

The tears you fought so hard to keep in started to fall while cum started to drip out your nose. Satoru wouldn’t let go. He looked down at you, his dick remaining as hard at it could upon seeing you cry.

You saw it—the sadistic glint in his eyes. It was terrifying.

After a minute, he let go. You pulled away, coughing as you threw up the rest of his seed you couldn’t swallow. You sniffled and pushed yourself back, dragging along his dampened shirt with you.

He noticed the darkened puddle on his shirt, and he couldn’t help but chuckle maniacally. It wasn’t loud or over the top—it was eerie, precise.

Satoru’s cock still stood proud like the confident smile on his lips that never wavered.

He then crouched down to your level, prying your legs open. “C’mon, angel. Don’t be difficult.”

“‘m scared... please, ‘Toru…” you whimpered as you started to sob. He loved it when you called him that, his dick even began to twitch because of it.

You fought his arms from opening your legs, but eventually, he won.

He hovered over you, putting his hand behind your head to cushion it from the cold concrete. His lips met yours, melting into a comforting kiss. You were as comfortable as you could be with his monstrous cock lying on your stomach.

With his other hand, he wiped your tears. He chuckled between kisses. “Shh, it’s okay, angel.”

You shook your head. “It’ll hurt…”

“I know.” He whispered. “But it’ll feel good after 10 seconds max of hurt, I promise, baby.”

“But Satoru…” you whine as the tears came to a sudden stop.

“You only remember my name when you want something… such a silly girl…” he muttered as he rested his forehead on yours.

Your bare breasts, pressed up against his chest, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You try to push him away with your tied hands, but he couldn’t get the hint until you started crying again.

He lifted himself up, still making sure to rest your head on one of his palms. “Sorry, angel… I forgot that little girls like you are too weak.”

Satoru kissed your tears away, apologizing and whispering sweet nothings. Then, he kissed your temple, apologizing in advance for what he was about to do.

“M’kay, baby. It’s time!” Satoru said happily.

One of his slender fingers started to circle your folds, sloppily spreading your fluids around the entrance. “It’ll feel better if I make you cum once first, okay?”

You nod, trying to focus on something else. You looked up at him and his pretty face. Then you notice the way he’s hunched over you. His muscles were barely flexing, but he’s been holding that pose for more than five minutes. You wondered how strong he was—shit.

After that thought, you started gushing. Satoru hasn’t even curled his finger yet, he only pressed your bud.

“Awe! Am I really that good, princess?”

You felt disgusted. No fucking way were you actually cumming and submitting to this dipshit. But fuck. You were so pent up, and you knew he fucked good.

Everybody talks, and their favorite subject has always been Satoru Gojo.

Against your better judgement, you nodded. “Seems like you’re ready then!” He said. He took his finger out of your aching cunt that now clenches on air.

He watched as your fluids coated his finger, glistening even under the ugly lighting. He put his finger in his mouth, giving your pussy a taste test. “So sweet…” he mumbles. It was even better than he could ever imagine.

After completely lapping up the liquid on his hand, he aligned himself with your entrance.You hold onto his arm with two hands as he coated his tip with your slick. He made you so nervous, but you just hoped he wouldn’t go in all at once.

Slowly, he pushed his shaft in, making sure to hold himself back. Inch by inch, he heaved, waiting for your reaction. He was trying not to focus on how he could feel your pussy clench around him. Fuck.

“‘Toru…” you whine as he fully enters you.

“Don’t.” He groans.

For a minute, he doesn’t move, but you’re already craving the friction. “Please…” you whimper.

“Okay, okay… shh…” he says, slowly pulling out only to slam his hips back in. You scream.

He stills again. “Angel! I told you to stay quiet, no?” He reprimands, and you start to cry again.

You sniffle and his heart begins to break—if he even has one. “No, no, no, baby. Don’t cry… but you really do have to stay quiet. How would you feel if someone saw you right now, huh?” You gushed.

“Oh?” He smirks. “Are ya into that, sweetheart? Ya want me to call someone over?” He teased, which made you clench around him.

He grabs his phone from his pants pocket that was sprawled onto the side. “Who should I call? Nanami?” You clench.

“Orrrr, Toji?” You clench.

“Hm… who’s your favorite frat brother, baby? D’ya have one?” Satoru continued to tease. You began rolling your hips, hoping for the tiniest bit of movement.

You were starting to lose it.

“What about Suguru?” Your pulse went haywire. You could feel your blood rushing just about everywhere.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Satoru chuckled. “‘kay then, let’s give ol’ Suguru a call!”

He started dialing Suguru’s number while slamming into you with deliberate thrusts. “Mmmmhm.”

Suguru picked up after a couple rings, “What the hell, Satoru?”

“Shhh. There’s someone here who wants to talk to you.” A creamy ring started to form on the base of Satoru’s cock, your pussy absolutely sucking him in.

“I can hear you fucking someone, Satoru. This isn’t funny.” Suguru huffs.

“C’mon baby, say ‘hi’ to, Sugu’” He tells you as he holds the phone between the two of you.

“H—Hah… hi, Sugu’” you try to mumble.

“Y/N?! Satoru, no fucking way.” Suguru sats in disbelief.

“You’re listening to it.”

“Where’re ya?”

“Why? Wanna join?” Satoru picks up his pace. “Hear that, angel? Suguru wants to join ya!”

“No, dumbass. I’m going to clean up after you.”

“Bold of you to assume I can’t do that on my own.”

“I know you can. The question is will you.”

“Fine, we’re at the storage room behind the library on campus. Bring me new clothes.”

Satoru shrugs and drops the phone near your head so that Suguru would be able to hear all your pretty little noises. “Hah—Satoru!” You shriek, loud enough for Suguru to hear through the phone.

You could hear through the phone that Suguru was preparing to leave. “Be there in a bit, hang tight, baby girl.” He says before hanging up.

If it was even humanly possible, Satoru quickened his pace, the sound of skin to skin was relentless. “C’mon, baby, don’t be too loud. The walls aren’t too thin, but they’ll know if you scream.”

You clench around him harder, milking him for all he’s got. “Cu—Cumming, ‘Toru! Nyah~!”

He slammed into you as spurts of white coated your insides. Satoru didn’t even bother to pull out, and it wasn’t until now that you realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.

“We’d have such pretty babies, angel. With your hair and my eyes…” He whispered as he slowly exited your core. Even after his whole shaft was out, your hole clenched, trying to chase the high.

“Babies..?” You asked aloud. Tears start falling down your cheeks as the thought of being pregnant settles in.

Satoru smiles, his hand that was behind your head the whole time, guiding you back up to his chest as he props you onto his lap. “C’mon, baby. It wouldn’t be that bad.”

He kisses your cheek then caresses your hair. “Shhh..”You cry yourself to sleep as Satoru started to fuck his cum back into you with his fingers. You couldn’t waste any of your potential babies!

After making sure no one was left behind, he tasted his fingers once again. And fuck. Your fluids mixed with his? A match made in heaven. He could die happy if this were his last meal. What a fucking freak.

Then, someone knocks on the door. “It’s Suguru.” The person on the other side says.

Satoru unlocked the door, still naked.

“You didn’t even bother to put some clothes on?!” Suguru huffed, clearly displeased that he was flashed by his best friend.

He pushed Satoru away and closed the door. Immediately, he turned to you, who was fast asleep on the floor. The only thing separating you from the concrete was yours and Satoru’s clothes.

His eyes drifted down, and Satoru’s eyes followed. “You can fuck her, y’know. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“You’re sick, Satoru.” Suguru responds. His best friend only shrugs. “Did you fucking give her that wound on her neck?”

“What? No way. She said she was attacked by one of those sorority girls after that jackass from class posted the video.”

Suguru’s eyes notices the trail of cum leaving your abused cunny, and he confronts Satoru. “You know you gotta buy her plan B now, right?”

“Why the hell would I do that?” Satoru scoffs as he puts on the clothes that Suguru brought for him.

Suguru sighs and massages his temple before crouching down to deal with the mess Satoru made.

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⚠️: Unlabeled Fratoshi x Nerd F!Reader, Go Away by Weezer & Best Coast, Cursing, Miscommunication, Angst, Pining, So Much Confusion (even I’m confused), Implied Fingering in Public, Finger-sucking, Manipulation, Alcohol(ism), Drugs

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Synopsis: Jujutsu Phi’s most troublesome duo, Sukuna and Toji, convinced your RA to let them throw a party at your building. Because the RA has a massive crush on Satoshi, she agreed, knowing he was part of the same frat. Now, what happens when that girl ruins what was supposed to be the night he stupidly confesses his undying love for you?

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“Baby, can we talk?” He asks with that raspy voice that gets your heart fluttering, but you make sure that you hold your ground—at least just this once.

“Pretty girl, let me in…” He mumbles. “Please… I’m so sorry.”

“Go away, Satoshi!”

This has been going on for half an hour at this point.

“Don’t push me away. Let’s talk about it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just don’t want to see you.”

“Let’s not play dumb like that. You’re my smart girl, right, babydoll?” He coos, hoping he’d catch your heart as easily as he did before.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“C’mon, babydoll! It’s not real, I swear to fuck—” Satoshi bangs on your dorm’s door again. Everyone is either still downstairs or in the halls, passed out or having a wicked hangover from the party the night before. “I was fucking drunk, okay?! I thought it was you!” Fuck, you were weak. You wanted to see him, to know it was all a sham.

You opened your door with a scowl written on your pretty face. Before you could think, words erupted out of your mouth like a mean volcano. “So it’s not real but you were drunk and thought it was me?! Which is it, dumbass?!” You huff, looking at him like he was the last person you’d ever want to see. “And you don’t need to explain yourself! I’m not fucking upset, why the fuck would I be upset?! You’re not my boyfriend!” You yell—your tone betrayed every single thing you said.

Bla, bla, bla … Proper name … place name … backstory stuff …

He freezes, taking in the sight of you in nothing but your sleep shorts and the Digimon hoodie he gave you last week, when you were too cold during a lecture. You notice him staring, which made your frustrations grow. “Are you seriously staring at my thighs?! Ugh! You’re impossible, Satoshi Gojo!” You shove him away from your door frame and slam the door, loud enough to echo.

“Go away!” You yell from the other side of the door.

The poor boy wasn’t even able to react properly. One minute his eyes were feasting on heaven, the other a big white door separated his vision from it.

“I’m sorry, okay? I know I’m not your boyfriend—but fuck… I’m trying to be.” He whispers the last few words like no one’s ever supposed to know, not even him.

He slumps onto the floor, defeated. He doesn’t move for another hour; he recounts the events of last night before passing out right outside your door.

—

“Satoshi!” Toji called out from downstairs.

The white-haired man groans. “What?” He said from his room.

“We’re going to your girl’s building. The RA gave us permission to throw a party on their block!” Toji yelled as excited as the guys around him.

Upon hearing “your girl” coming out of his friend’s mouth, Satoshi immediately stood up. “What?! For real?!” He questioned, rushing down the stairs of the frat house that looked too well-kept for the rowdy college boys.

“Yep! Turns out the RA has a crush on y—”

“Yeah, yeah, enough yapping, let’s go!” Satoshi said while fixing his shirt that was probably two sizes too small.

Sukuna laughed. “You’re a fucking simp.”

“You’re just jealous that I can actually keep a girl.”

“You mean a FuBu?” Sukuna teased.

Satoshi shrugged. “Fubu, soon-to-be girlfriend, tomato, to-mah-to. You have neither.” He blew a raspberry against the pink-haired giant.

“Whatever, man.” Sukuna scoffed.

After a moment of childish bickering, the brothers make their way to your building. Satoshi was so excited to see you. They were setting up the drinks and music when Satoshi spotted your form. His eyes immediately lit up, and he ran to you.

He tried to seem cool, walking behind you slowly but not enough to seem creepy. “Hey, princess.” He greets, voice suave.

You jump a bit, not expecting to be acknowledged by anyone. “Satoshi? What are you doing here?”

“Wow, not even a hi or a kiss? That hurts, baby.” He replies dramatically.

You roll your eyes, but a smile creeps up your cheeks. “Whatever, loser.” You huff playfully, going on your tip toes to plant a kiss on the apple of his cheek, grasping his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Hello, my beautiful baby prince, Satoshi!” You doubled down on his ridiculous request.

“That’s more like it.” He smiled and kissed the apple of your cheek. “You’re attending the party tonight, right?”

You looked at him, confused. “A party tonight? Is that why your frat’s here?”

He nodded. “Mhm, you didn’t know.”

You shook your head, no.

“Oh, um… I didn’t know until earlier, so I guess we have that in common.” He says, carefree as always.

“I don’t think I’m going though… I need to study.” You pouted. Fuck, you looked so cute, pouting like you’d fail your final if you just had fun for one Friday night. He could just eat you up in every memory he has of you.

He cupped your cheeks in his large hands, they swallowed your face whole. The sight made him laugh. “You’re too cute.”

Your face turned red, embarrassed, thinking he was laughing at you. He was just drowning in cuteness aggression, swear! “Don’t laugh at me…” You push him away gently.

His eyebrows furrow, and his arms immediately find their way around you. “Oh nonono, baby. I’m so sorry… I just thought you looked too adorable…” He reassured you. That was another thing he loves about you—the way your mouth would curl as your thoughts stabbed at you. It was too cute, too meek—too you.

“How ‘bout I walk you back to your dorm, yeah? So you can continue studying?”

You nodded. “Maybe um… I’ll go to the party after I brush up on two subjects—minimum…” You mumble, and he smiled in response. “Sounds like a plan.”

He took you back to your dorm, saying “See ya later!” with a stupid smile on his perfect face.

-

Unfortunately for him, that moment of happiness was short lived. Satoshi got absolutely hammered even when he told himself that he’d be a bit more tame for you. He just got pulled into a drinking game, and he faltered.

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” So juvenile.

“Fuck, that’s 6 shots, Satoshi! Ya sure you’re still alive??!” Sukuna’s boisterous laughs echos across the block.

“Still alive!” Satoshi announces, proud. He prances around the open area, drinking, smoking, and all that shit that you hate. Maybe this is why he wasn’t your boyfriend yet. Maybe this is why you’ve kept him in the friendzone for so long.

Damn alcohol.

He parties a bit more, talking to his friends, talking to girls but not enough to give too much away.

“Choso! Yuki!” He greets.

“Satoshi!” Choso smiles, then he wonders where you are, but Satoshi only shrugs. Didn’t he care about you a little too much two hours ago?

“Probably studying, finals and all that bullshit.”

Yuki scowled.

“What? I didn’t say anything wrong.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re obviously dangerously inebriated.” Yuki said.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

A few people were playing spin the bottle, and Satoshi just happened to be passing by. His eyes follow the empty glass of beer. Everything went hazy while he was being pushed into the middle. He felt like he was going to throw up.

“I wish that was me!” A few girls squealed. He couldn’t remember their names. Uhh, the blonde? He made out with her a couple of times probably or that could’ve been another blonde. He doesn’t really know.

“Satoshi’s literally so hot.”

“I dunno, I like Satoru more.”

“He’s for the streets, girl.”

“Probably fucked more guys than you!”

He hears a few cheers, people chanting his name, and suddenly, he was pulled down by the collar and his lips crashed into someone else’s. For a moment, he kissed her back. In his blurry mind, she kind of looked like you—same hair, same height. But her perfume was different. This was weird.

You weren’t bold, barely too noisy, never overbearing.

He pulled away. It was your RA.

“You’re not her…” He says your name like he was undeserving.

She laughs. “Nope, I’m much better! Your piercing’s cute by the way.” She winks.

Satoshi scowls. “No damn way.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

“The fuck?” She stares daggers into him, but he doesn’t care.

As fury boiled in her soul, the large man then walks away, retreating to a secluded spot as the room starts to spin. He lets himself slide on the wall, tired, confused, and angry. How is he supposed to look at your beautiful face now.

Unfortunately for him, things were about to become 10x worse. One of the girl’s friends were able to get a picture of the kiss between her and Satoshi. After being rejected and embarrassed, she decided to use the photos to her advantage. She quickly posted it on her Instagram story, tagging all her friends so they could share it on their own. It was a petty fucking feud.

To no one’s surprise, you saw the photo. You were literally just about to go out to meet him like you said you would. But when you saw that photo, fuck. The way her hands on Satoshi’s collar, so bold and direct, something you never were with him. That’s what she has that you just don’t have. You know it, but if you asked him, would he say the same or would he lie and protect your feelings?

You sat on the edge of your bed, replaying the story with some Chase Atlantic background song that was more erotic than it was romantic. That was his type, right? You’ve seen him with girls like that countless of times before. You were pretty in your own right, but you kind of hoped you were pretty enough for him.

Thoughts swarmed your mind like restless buzzing bees. Did he really kiss someone else? You have no right to be jealous, so why did your heart clench? Were you too much of a loser? Did the kisses, cuddles, and sex really mean nothing? Were you really just friends?

Too many thoughts ran through your mind. You hoped it would stop.

It was the next day when he found out about what happened. Safe to say that Satoshi was livid. Toji and Sukuna were the first people that the hungover Satoshi saw. They were the ones that told him everything.

“The nerd girl you’re always with didn’t come out last night, didn’t you say she was coming?” Toji said.

“She probably saw that fuck ass photo.” Sukuna laughed. “Probably crying in her room like the crybaby she is, no?”

Toji snickers.

“What photo?” Satoshi asked, dumbfounded, brain still foggy.

“You haven’t seen?”

“Obviously not.” The boy scowls.

Sukuna shows him the photo on the girl’s story with the caption, “for the streets.” He would never call a woman a bitch, but your RA definitely tested his patience.

He looked at his hand, full of scribbles—a script of what he was supposed to tell you last night. The flowers in his car were probably wilted by now since the sun was shining high and bright.

Satoshi sighed.

That’s how he ended up knocking on your door for half an hour before you answered with a furious scowl.

—

Satoshi’s gone quiet. You wonder if he left. There’s a sick part of you that’s hoping that he’s waiting. You want to be the girl he waits for, please let it be.

You open your door, bracing yourself for the absence of white tufts, but you find him on the floor with his back to the wall. He was fast asleep, clutching his stomach like it was painful to stay upright.

The sight almost made you bawl. You’ve liked him since freshman year, when he sat beside you during University Orientation Week. He clung to you since then, and your heart was his since then.

You left him your flask—pink and full of stickers, some that he bought and a pain killer. Attached to the flask was a sticky note where, “I’m still mad at you btw :(” was written. Maybe you were hoping for a bit more, a push, a whine, Satoshi on his knees… just something. Perhaps you just wanted a storybook ending. It was a stupid little note. What are you even mad about? You don’t even have the right to be mad.

This whole situation is stupid.

He wakes up, you’re no longer there. Satoshi drinks from your tumbler and downs the pill. You’re always so thoughtful, even when you’re mad. He sits with his thoughts for a minute.

You like him, right? That’s why you’re hurt? Wow. Even his affirmations make him sound like a total jerk. He doesn’t mean to make you feel less. Really, he doesn’t. He just manages to make such shitty decisions time and time again. Satoshi hopes you don’t get tired of it. God, please don’t get tired of him.

He sighs. Maybe you deserve a better man (he’s more of a boy), someone who won’t kiss a random girl at a party—someone who’ll be the knight in shining armor he isn’t.

Satoshi stands—tries to at least. Then, he whispers at your door. “Hey, baby. I don’t know if you’re in there, but if you are, I just want to say I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings. I’ll stop drinking and smoking if it makes you happy. I’ll stop acting like a fucking child.”

You didn’t make a sound, but you listened. The fatigue in his voice made you want to cry. He sounds so broken. You wait for him to leave, finally letting a breath out once the sound of his footsteps fade.

Because of this whole catastrophe, you decide to message Shoko, your best friend.

Y/N

SHOKOOOO

Shoko

u saw?

Y/N

yeah :(

Shoko

usually, I wouldn’t say I told u so

but this is literally the third time I told u ab a guy that wouldn’t be good for you

Y/N

I know

but he’s different yk

Shoko

babe, he’s clearly not

u just want him to be

Y/N

but I heard him

he was apologizing to me

through my door

he said he’d quit his vices

[ 😆 1 ]

SHOKOOO

I’m being serious

Shoko

so am I

he’s no good for u, babes

don’t get me wrong, he’s my friend, and he’s a good friend, but he’s incapable of holding down a proper relationship

maybe u js like his dick

and that’s fine, just don’t get attached

[ 😢 1 ]

Y/N

to him or his dick?

Shoko

not funny

Y/N

it was pretty funny

[ 👎 1 ]

You put your phone down, groaning as you fall onto your bed. Shoko’s right. Satoru’s no good for you. He hasn’t been since freshman year. But you liked that. He let you live a little crazy for a little while—be someone you never get to be.

Maybe you just liked the thrill, not the guy. Right, why would you like someone that’s so obviously not good for you? More lies you tell yourself.

You sulk, not knowing what to do. Well, you did know what you were supposed to do in the interest of your mental well-being, but you also didn’t want to abandon Satoshi.

—

Throughout the week, he’s been trying to make it up to you, but you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted to give in too easily. If he got you as easy as he did other girls, he would want you less, no? Yeah, you stuck to that—a stupid defense to stop yourself from getting your heart broken and breaking your own hopeful heart. Maybe Shoko was right. Maybe you just liked the sex.

That morning, he sends you a text like every day since the incident.

Satoshi

good morning, princess

Y/N

g’morning :)

[ 💗 1 ]

Satoshi

how was your sleep?

Y/N

it was okayyy

thank u for asking, toshii

[ 💗 1 ]

Satoshi

you’re such a sweetheart, babydoll

seen

You smile at that, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

He frowns at the message you read but didn’t reply to. Satoshi was getting frustrated with your adamant refusal to give in.

“Look, girls like her don’t stay with guys like us. You know that.” Sukuna says, trying to console his friend, failing miserably.

“But I want her to fuckin’ stay.”

Sukuna shrugs. “Then you shouldn’t have kissed her RA.”

“For the last damn time, she kissed me!” Satoshi yells, frustrated.

His friend raises his hands in defeat. “Yep, okay.”

He hated that no one was taking him seriously. He only wants you, and yet people talk about him like he’s a raging slut, who’s going to run you. Like damn, he gets it. He’s a jerk half the time but never to you. If he’s human scum to Toji, he’d switch it off for you. If he tells off Sukuna, he’ll give him a big hug if you wanted him to. Satoshi just wanted you to choose him without being afraid. He wants to be the man you need.

Was he just a big fucking slut in your eyes now? You were never this mad at him. But maybe he just expected you to forgive him all the damn time.

Satoshi sulks. What the hell do you want from him? He’ll gladly give you anything: his card, his clothes, his lots, his houses, his everything! Why couldn’t you just pick him, choose him, love him?

Frustrated, he goes to the university library, where he knows you’ll be. Always studying, always worrying, always at arms’ reach.

He calls out your name, and you turn your head like a moth to a flame.

“Satoshi…” You mumble nervously as he takes long strides towards you, closing in the distance. It felt suffocating, like one of him could block out an entire room.

“You’ve been avoiding and ignoring me.” He says.

When you look up at his face, you can’t gauge his reaction. It’s nonchalant but you know he’s hiding so much. You wish you could deduce what exactly that is.

You don’t know what to reply.

“Why?” He speaks again.

“You know why.” Is the safest answer you could muster up. Would he be mad?

Yeah, he didn’t initiate the kiss, but the whole premise felt wrong. Satoshi was drunk out of his mind like always, and everyone around him tolerated that—encouraged it even! You weren’t one to judge someone on vices alone, but this is an understandably different situation. Still, you felt compelled to forgive the idiot.

“She kissed me.”

“I know, you’ve told me.” You frown as he sits next to you. “And—And I don’t mean to diminish how she made you feel, but I can’t help but feel insecure about it. I know you’re my not my boyfriend, and I know that it’s unfair, but I can’t really change how I feel, Satoshi…” You finally say.

He holds your wrists in his hands, large fingers circling over your forearm. “Look, I know you were in your room when I said this. I know you heard me. But like I said, I’m trying.” He pauses, looks to the side like that would stop his heart from beating too loud. “Trying to be your boyfriend. Not just a weekend lover or a spring fling.”

“Fuck, I want this, okay? Don’t think that I don’t, and just—” He sighs. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Satoshi catches a glimpse of your confused expression with tears building up in the corners of your pretty eyes. He hates himself for thinking about how cute you are right now.

Your lips curl into an ugly pout, frustrated about your own feelings crashing down with your stress from academia. You were absolutely overwhelmed.

“Oh, baby…” He coos, holding your face in his hands. His thumbs brush the hot tears threatening to fall.

His actions make you start sobbing.

He retreats from his chair and gets on his knees in front of you. “I’m so sorry, princess.” How else was he supposed to tell you that he didn’t mean it? Fuck, he doesn’t know.

“It’s not you, ‘Toshi… ‘m just so overwhelmed, okay? And this is just too much… Maybe if I was just a little less tense then it would’ve been fixed. But I’m not.” You explain. “There’s you, that girl, my studies, and a test I almost got a C on.” You let out a shaky sob. “Fuck…”

He frowns and draws circles on your knees, and you laugh. “‘Toshi… that tickles…” You murmur through a sniffle. His lips press onto your knee. “Sorry, babydoll, ‘couldn’t resist.”

You hate that he gets to have you.

Then, he rubs your things with his palms in a pattern you know all too well. Is he really doing this shit in a library?

“Can you give me one more chance?” He asks with baby blue puppy eyes. Satoshi being so cute is so unfair! How can someone literally have it all? Looks, money, charm—fuck. You don’t know if you want to be him or be with him.

He’s a jerk, and you’re an idiot. A total fucking idiot.

You hesitate for a bit, and you see the shift in his mood—from a little carefree to worried. “Okay…” You whisper, unsure but unwilling to hurt his feelings.

The skin on your nose curls with every sniffle, just asking to be babied.

“Awee, you’re such an angel to your dear ‘Toshi!” He says, clearly patronizing you now that you’re back in his grasp.

He sits back on the wooden chair, pulling you onto his lap, your back to his chest. “I should reward that, no?” Your breath hitches. You know what that means, and you don’t know whether to be scared or excited.

You just nod, hoping and waiting.

“You’re so pliant.” He whispers in your ear, licking the shell with his hot tongue. His piercing added an extra shock, the cold metal brushing against the cartilage like it wanted to be embedded into you.

Your hands fly to your mouth, to muffle the lewd noises that were coming out as Satoshi continued to to touch you inappropriately.

“Didn’t you miss this?”

You did.

“No way.” You lie through your teeth, too obvious, even for a boy like Satoshi.

“Are you sure, baby?” He pushed further.

“I’m sure.” You say, trying to sound authoritative but failing.

How does he manage to do it—shut others out like it wasn’t a problem? Maybe that’s just how it is when people are always drawn to you, no? You never fear being alone.

He stands, placing you back down on the chair, attempting to leave without a word.

You were surprised, now nervous about your next move. Before you could take an actual second to think, your hand shoots up to catch his wrist.

“Wait!” A meek yell erupts from your shy voice.

He smirks. “Oh?” When he turns to you, a soft pout was written on his face.

“But now you hurt my feelings, princess.”

You make a small noise, about to cry again. “‘Toshi…”

“Oh, babydoll…” He whispers, immediately wrapping his arms around you. His fingers lift your chin up. “So pretty.” He whispers while leaning down to kiss the apple of your cheek.

His forehead rests on yours for a minute. He’s trying to tell himself it’s all okay—he hasn’t lost you… not yet.

Then, he looks down at your face, brushing a few stray hairs away from your face. “You look so sweet, pretty. Ya taste sweet too, no?”

His hand travels under your skirt, and one of his fingers hook under your thin cotton panties. God, he could just picture you wearing the pretty set he got you a while back. He hopes that’s what you’re wearing.

Satoshi’s greed gets the best of him because his next course of action was to take a swipe at your drooling slit. “Fuck, so wet f’me.” He rasps, pulling his hand back and placing his finger in his mouth. You were his favorite flavor.

You didn’t even have enough time to react. A small whine left your lips and that was it. It took you a moment to turn red as you realize what he had just done. You were in a library for fuck’s sake! Why the hell were you about to get down and dirty with the guy your friends call a manwhore??

“Y’know, pretty.”

“Huh?”

“You should have a taste, yeah?” He laughs at your confused expression.

“A ta—?”

You were interrupted by Satoshi ramming a finger into your mouth. His saliva mixed with the sweetness of your pussy juice. “So fuckin’ dirty.” He scoffs.

“‘This what Shoko’s always protecting? Your slutty ass?” Again, he laughs. “Bet she’d hate to know that her pretty innocent best friend is about to cum from sucking her other best friend’s finger, no?”

You whimper. “‘Toshi…!”

“What? ‘m not doing a thing, sweets.” He smiles, feigning innocence as he takes his hand back, only for it to dip back down into your pretty panties.

He could feel just how wet you are, consumed by the dirty thoughts.

Your legs start to shake as soon as his middle finger enters your aching heat. So fucking long and too fucking good. “Ahn~! Toshi….” You whine as he slowed down his ministrations. He won’t give you the satisfaction of cumming right now. You have to be patient about it.

He curls his fingers just enough to hit that sweet spot in your gummy walls. Slowly, he slips another finger in to stretch you out just a bit more. What kind of man was he without prep?

After a hot minute of a frustrating pace from Satoshi, you tug at his shirt. “Faster, ‘Toshi…” You whine. “I wanna cum… please…”

He doesn’t listen. Why would he? He doesn’t need to.

Satoshi’s fingers quicken, curling and thrusting in and out of you like it’s an olympic sport. His thumb is on your clit, rubbing circles on the nervous bud. “Fu—” Before you could finish your curse, he covers your mouth with his palm.

“Shit.” There was no warning, no sign—nothing.

You came on his fingers.

Sticky slick coated your thighs with a thin glossy film. Satoshi only laughs. “You’re such a dirty girl, princess.”

You whine.

Satoshi Gojo is yours and you’re Satoshi’s girl—always there to remind you whenever you needed it. He smashes his lips into yours.

“Fuck, yeah…” He breathes.

“My dick sure hopes he’s next.” He says like a weird, but you guess it’s okay. Pretty people can be weird, you guess.

You had to get back to studying, but you needed to clear your headspace. This is the most overwhelming set you ever. You just sigh, falling onto him, so fucking tired mentally and just clenching with your pussy if it meant literally.

“Let’s—go somewhere else…”

He smiles. “Not an exhibitionist? That’s okay, I can coax that out of you.” You turn red, but finally smiling sweetly. Yeah, you wanted it; you just don’t want to be the one to bring it up.

You’re both so fucking confusing, will you ever end up with the hard boy frat boy? One minute he’s absolutely worshipping the hell out of you. Another minute and his mind’s been drifting to shitty nasty places. What’s worse is you’re just going with it. Why wouldn’t you?

“I’ll take you back to the frat house, okay? I’ll show you just how sorry your poor ‘Toshi is.” He says with a faux pout that fits his curated persona a little too well.

Fuck, you’re screwed.

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needless to say, you and satoru have been mutuals on the nsfw side of twitter for a while now. the two of you practically started your accounts around the same time — just two young amateurs trying to make it big.

and eventually it happened. you were able to build a fanbase, though your subscribers were hyper-obsessed with the relationship between you and satoru. the two of you are always flirting back and forth on the for you page, even going as far to comment under each other’s videos for shits and giggles.

‘big dick is back in town.’ satoru would title above the video of him sitting in front of his camera, slouched in the gaming chair with his thighs splayed out exposing his beautifully sculpted dick pressed against his abs. he’s just gotten back from his hiatus as the post skyrockets in views from his rightful return.

you’re lying in bed, finger pads tapping away on your phone as you comment under his video. ‘you mean my town, right?’ you send, and within seconds satoru’s replying to your comment.

@theblueeyedgoat: yeah, but also another town if you know what i mean … @freakenuinelyy/n: ??? what other town if not mine @theblueeyedgoat: POUNDTOWNN 😼😼💪🏻

⚠️: Infidelity, Age Gap (You : late 30s ; Satoru : early 20s), Fluff, Rivalry, Crack, Loving Husband + Boy-toy, Suggestive, Spitting & Swallowing, Implied P in V, Fingering, CEO Satoru, Orgasm Denial, Ass-smacking, Stalking, DIRTY TALKKK!!! HCs with a sprinkle of plot