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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ how i think fratboy! satoru is, coming from a sorority girl little; smut, hook-up, minors dni, dui, 2.4k, unedited

out of everything to look forward to, syllabus week may be number one when it comes to college, however to you it was a sensory overload.

alpha chi’s house at this point was filled with a sea of bodies, hot bodies, all swept away in the same wave of freedom and cheap beer.

the air was thick, with that unique brand of pre-game energy that only a red Solo cup can navigate through, and the bass from the self proclaimed dj in the frat, was so loud that you could feel it making your ribcage shake to its rhythm.

even though you felt a headache coming on, from the amount of pregame shots, white claws, and literally every other drink offered to you during the tailgate, you refused to lean against the wall, as they were practically sweating—with every surface sticky with a sheen of spilled drinks and the ghosts of a thousand parties in the past.

slipping away from the thumping chaos of the party, you sought refuge in the frat's kitchen—a sanctuary of sorts. leaning against the cool expanse of the counter, you took a moment to breathe, to really see the crowd for the first time. and there he was, weaving through the sea of bodies with an ease that made it seem like they parted for him alone—gojo satoru. his approach was almost cinematic, the kitchen light catching the bold declaration on his shirt, "i totally don’t dig Kappa Alpha Psi girls," the white lie he decided to choose to go along with for this night’s party theme.

gojo closed the distance between the two of you with a shit-eating smirk on his face. "what sorority are you from?" he asked, a question that hung in the air, almost rhetorical, because the glint in his eye suggested he already knew. your chuckle bubbled up, light and almost disbelieving, "are you seriously asking that?" the words tumbled out as you took a sip from your Solo cup, the red plastic a stark contrast to the moment, as you look him up and down—specifically at the sorority he has displayed on his shirt.

placing the cup back on the counter, you turned, arms crossed, looking up at him making direct eye contact—causing his smirk to deepen.

“i saw you on emi’s story," he admitted, causing you to wonder which photo specifically he was talking about. but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell it was the one before the tailgate, where both you and emi took a mirror selfie together. and with the way you were posed, it revealed that your skirt may have been way too short with the way it rides up you. but before you have the chance to talk he mentions her again, “i was talking to emi, asking where’d you be but i found you!”

“you were looking for me?” you toss back.

and his grin lights up, although it may be the beer in his system, “the party’s getting kind of dry,” he starts, “i gotta go get some beers.”

his invite is low-key, just a nod to the door leading out of the kitchen. "you wanna come?"

you volley back with a smirk, "sure you're good to drive?" he’s quick with a grin, "yeah, the liquor store's just down the block, unless you prefer walking.” he teases. you shake your head, passing on the walk, tagging along to his ride instead.

he follows you on the way out, and as the two of you walk you feel his arm slither over your shoulder, steering you both through the night's chill—bringing you close to his side as you guys walk to the street.

as you two walked side by side, you tossed out, “how’d you know i’d be here with emi?”

but the outside air for some reason hits you harder than you expect, and you feel as though the world is spinning just a tad faster than usual, your senses dulled by the warm buzz of alcohol that makes everything feel like you're underwater. gojo’s voice cuts through, "actually, I was checking your location on snap," and it feels like it should mean something, should elicit a reaction, but your brain is too soaked in booze to unravel it.

you nod, the motion a bit too enthusiastic, almost signaling him in the moment prompting him to lean in, looking at you concerned. "you feeling okay?" he asks, and you can tell he's looking at you, really seeing you.

"yeah," you manage to say, a hand going to your forehead as if to quiet the thumping bass line of your headache. "but I think my head is just pounding from the music."

“we should get into the car," and you know there's more to that sentence, but the thought of moving too quickly seems like a recipe for disaster.

the car ride is a blur, details smeared like wet ink on paper. you remember the rush of cool air, gojo’s hand reaching out to roll down the window, a concession to your queasy stomach with the AC turned off. the world outside moves in smudges and streaks of light, barely making out what’s happening outside through half-lidded eyes.

when the car halts, there's a gentle lurch that has your brows knitting together—causing a spike of pain to surge through your head.

"just stay in the car, i’ll be right back," he tells you, hearing him close his door and beep the car lock.

true to his word, it's not long before you hear the trunk pop open, and the clinking of beer bottles as they settle into their new space. gojo reappears by your side, his presence comforting you without even trying. "hey, can you open your eyes for me?" he asks, the concern in his voice almost tangible. "i have some tylenol and water for you.”

you hold out your hand for the pills, and take them immediately, to which he quickly opens the water bottle and helps you drink the water.

“good girl” you hear him say after you pull back from the bottle. but you don’t process what he says until after he puts that car into reverse.

his arm stretched out, draping against the back of your seat, as he looked over his shoulder to reverse. he turned on his carplay this time, and of course, like any other guy you’ve been with at a frat, he’s playing brent faiyaz. the song WY@ fills the silence of the car, and he stays uncharacteristically quiet, but you’re just assuming it’s because he’s being considerate of your headache.

rolling up near the frat house, the party’s still more lively than ever, but the parking situation's a whole other story. gojo’s scanning the curb, his expression a mix of 'are you kidding me' and 'of course this would happen.' "what the fuck…” he curses under his breath, “there's no parking," he says, and it's almost funny, except not, because walking in heels is no joke. "my bad, we might have to walk a bit," he admits, with this half-grin that's all charm and no apology as he glides past the house to a spot that's definitely not close. and you remember that gojo satoru is indeed a frat boy, but you didn’t mind amusing him.

as he parks, he only turns off his engine, allowing for his carplay to still play. again, the song that’s playing is another one you know all too well, coming down by the weekend, but you have to admit that although his music taste is frat-like, he does have the better of it.

“do you want to stay in the car for a bit?” he asks you, already making himself comfortable in the car by taking his seat belt off and reclining his chair back a bit.

“yeah, sure.”

“your head feeling better?”

“yeah.”

it goes on back and forth with small talk for a little bit, until he finally leans in to kiss you. it began off slowly, as his hand trailed up, to the back of your neck to further deepen the kiss. you allow yourself to ease into the kiss, allowing him to take the lead. he leans back further on his seat, slightly opening his mouth, allowing you more access slipping his tongue into yours—making you reach for him over the console, to which his free hand slithers behind you, making you crawl over and sit on his lap.

his lips are bitter, unlike the sweet syrupy drinks you’ve had at the party. making him even more enticing than he already is.

“satoru,” you gasp as a large hand comes up to grope your breast. gentle fingers rubbing against them. he hums at the sound of his name escaping your lips, as he squeezes them tighter.

“get in the back seat,” he tells you, unlocking the door beside him with one hand. you nod your head, and he catches your lips again with his own, carefully guiding you out of the car and into the backseat.

“just lay down okay,” he instructs.

“okay.” you scoot yourself back in the car, laying down slightly against the other side’s doors.

“your skirt is way too short.”

“you like the view don’t you?”

“yeah.”

he gets down onto the floor, pushing your legs slightly apart. he teasingly runs his hands up your thigh, stopping suddenly, making you whine just a little.

“is it okay if i eat you out?” he asks you, and you nod your head in agreement, not wanting him to know how badly you wanted him to. ravenously, without any hesitation, he slides your thong off from under you.

“fuck,” he breathes a chuckle, looking at the slick covering your cunt, “i’m gonna have fun with this.”

a million thoughts are running through your head, but you can’t keep a steady focus as moans spill from your lips as he begins to eat you out.

his mouth is hot against your pussy, licking up the length, and sucking on your clit.

“you like it like this, right?” he asks, pulling away, using his fingers circling your clit in slow, coordinated motions. legs shaking, you nod, but it feels like he already knows that like he already knows your body after playing with it for weeks on end. you can feel your lower abdomen tighten and he could tell too, sliding two of his fingers in to hit your sweet spot.

“cum in my mouth please,” he teasingly begs, looking up at you with his blue eyes as he laps around you.

you couldn’t stop the moans falling out of your mouths as you reached your climax. riding out your orgasm against his tongue, he was quick to slurp up all of your juices, taking extra care to make sure you were clean—giving you a final kiss against your cunt.

time stood still for you, as you watched him as he took off his shirt, looking at him in awe with the way the small bits of moonlight look, cascading onto his body. maybe it was the alcohol, but you were at a loss for words right now.

he smirked at the expression on your face, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips, “i’m gonna slide my dick in now,” he mutters.

breaking the silence, and your dazed state, with his use of the most chivalrous words. you kept your legs spread open, watching as he rubbed the bits of precum over his length, sliding on a condom he pulled from his back pocket.

he teases you, letting only his tip inside of your cunt, sliding it out rubbing your slick up and down on your lips.

“please…” you moan, as he continues to tease your cunt.

“please what?”

you almost roll your eyes at him, but in desperation, you whined, “please fuck me satoru.”

causing his smirk to deepen, slowly sliding his cock through your wet folds. you shudder at his overall length, with your back arch against the patent leather seats as he gave you no time to adjust, thrusting hastily into your hot cunt.

“you’re so tight…” he breathes, he reaches an arm underneath your thigh—gripping it to spread you open more, but to his luck, you become tighter around his length.

“fuck…” he groans, going slower in bigger thrusts, “i wanna be nasty.” he manages out in between heavy breaths.

“i wanna be real nasty baby,” he repeats himself.

you try to make out a “what” through his pace, but end up looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“i wanna cum in your mouth and mix my cum with yours,” he hastily says, giving you no time to process until he starts thrusting into you harder again.

your head is a mess, and the only thing you're able to do is moan and say his name. he pulls out of you, not letting himself feel your orgasm for the second time, pumping his cock in his fist.

you look up even with almost pleading eyes, as thick ribbons of cum fall against your tongue. and in an instance, he leans down again, feverishly kissing you, having your tongues intermingle with one another.

“you’re so hot,” he mutters, “so hot.”

suddenly, the shrill of his phone ringing interrupts,

“fuck,” he groans, pulling away from you, looking over at his phone in annoyance, “who the hell’s calling?”

as soon as he picked up the phone, you could tell from the other line that he was furious for some reason. as the other end of the line continued, gojo’s hand absentmindedly brushed up, fingers gliding through his hair to sweep away the strands matted to his forehead with a sheen of sweat.

"yeah, okay” he uttered nonchalantly.

“who was it?” you asked, sitting beside him on your knees.

“check your phone.” to which you looked at him puzzlingly. reaching over to the passenger seat, you picked up your phone, to see the hundreds of calls you got from emi, with her calling again.

with your phone buzzing, you're already crafting your apology, the words spinning out like you're unraveling a spool. "sorry, emi," you start, voice threaded with sincerity but light like you're not about to let this hiccup ruin the night. you explain the ride situation, promising to be back at the sorority before 11 am. gojo couldn’t help but let out a snort that's more amusement than derision. his lips press a fleeting kiss to your cheek—half teasing, half tender. you lean into him, with his arm over your shoulder as his hand rubs against your arm in a pity attempt of sympathy in the moment…

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