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You try to avoid licking and ruining your freshly applied lipstick. Which was kind of stupid when you considered the amount of drinking you were about to do. You stood outside the Beta Kappa Kappa fraternity house surrounded by your close friends you'd made at the beginning of the semester: Clover, Kitty, and Angel. Clover was examining her press ons, a lit cigarette between her fingers. Kitty was digging in her jacket pockets for candy that she was pretty sure she stocked up on. Angel had her headphones on (full ear coverage) and in her own world. And there was you, going by the moniker "Honey".
Your thoughts were racing about you going to the first party of the semester. Clover, a party veteran, told you there was nothing to worry about as frat parties were usually lame and it was only good for the pizza. Apparently she'd been to a few in high school. You took a deep breath and adjusted your skirt, trying to decide if mid-thigh or above the knee was short enough but then decided it wouldn't matter since you'd all leave in about an hour.
The music could already be heard from outside clear as day. When the doors opened the sound nearly knocked you backward (hearing protection was a blessing) and you could already smell the weed and booze. An irritated doorman with a stick-on nametag reading "Naoya" glared at your group up and down, his gaze stopping on your bare legs.
"Freshmen?" he interrogates Angel, the one who's paying the least attention to him. She waves him away, not bothering to speak to him. You and Kitty hold back a giggle.
"Sophomores actually," Clover lies smoothly, "Took a year off to Italy." He eyes her with suspicion but he ultimately tsks and waves you all inside. You feel him slap your ass on the way in and it makes you jump-run further into the house.
The party is in full-swing. Confetti is everywhere even in places you didn't know it could reach. There was a kegstand competition going on in the main living room, beer pong, a weed circle, and some guy indoctrinating a tiny group of people to the joys of Magic the Gathering. Further in you spot a DJ with fresh piercings, a drop of blood falling down his face. In the kitchen are boxes of pizza (some still hot) with bottles upon bottles of booze.
"Heinekin? Seriously?" you spot Kitty holding up a bottle in abject disgust.
"At that rate just eat bread. It's tastier," Clover hands out cups to the group and you go over the game plan.
"I don't care what happens, if you feel uncomfortable, run and find us," Kitty begins, "Mid sex, mid makeout session, beer pong, doesn't matter. One goes, we all go."
"The cops show up, what do we do?" Angel quizzes.
"If we're indoors, act like we don't know what's going on. If we're otudoors, run. If we can reach the exits before they spot us, leave," you count off the possibilities with your fingers.
"What are the warning signs to leave?" you ask.
"The fun people are gone, someone busts out coke, guys start fighting," Clover replies. You all exchange glances. You all established these rules days in advance, making sure to cover all of your bases. With everyone's number on speed dial and a few condoms in your back pocket you were prepared to explore the frat house. After gnoshing on a few slices of lukewarm pizza and washing it down with a cranberry and vodka you hazard the stairs, dodging the bodies littering the steps.
The first floor is strip poker and some other drinking game that you can't figure out the rules to. Another floor up is a weed circle and possibly a few people taking trips. A woman who introduces herself as Shoko hands you a half smoked blunt. Not to be the type to pass up a good time, you take two polite puffs and call out "Marco?" Everyone else is too busy enjoying their high so you pass it back to Shoko.
"You're a freshman right? What's your major?" she asks before taking a drag.
"Astronomy," you answer slowly, feeling your body get tingly, "I'm not sure if I want to get into cosmology or full on astrophysics. What about you?" Shoka nods and hands you the blunt and you take deep drag and hold it before letting the smoke escape your mouth.
"Pre-med," she rubs her forehead with her left hand and stretches her legs out, "I really shouldn't even be here right now. I have labs in the morning." Her voice has a delicious rasp to it, you notice as your own high takes over.
"Not to be mean, but what's keeping you?" You attempt to blow another smoke ring but cough instead. Shoko carefully thumps you on the back to get it out of your system. Any response she might have had planned was shot to hell with the sound of hollering coming from down the hallway, and it was coming closer. A tall guy wearing grey sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt barrels down the hallway and pops his head in the doorway.
"SHOKOOOOOOO!" he roars, immediately killing the chill mood. Everyone else groans and makes some sort of effort to mitigate the noise. He immediately falls to the floor and crawls across the carpet towards the both of you.
"Why're you hangin' out here? Sugu just lost his shirt in strip poker!" his face is flushed from drinking and his eyes are a dangerous kind of blue that you immediately hate. Everything about this guy screams jock from his backwards blue baseball cap to the gold chain around his neck. Whatever cologne he's wearing smells obnoxious and his smile is way too big. Everything about this guy is too much.
Shoko blows smoke in his face and berates him for ruining everyone's high. He seems apologetic, like a scolded puppy—but not for long. His eyes suddenly land on you and immediately light up. A mischievous grin crosses his face as he draws close. You're high as fuck right now but your instincts kick in and you block him from coming any closer by sticking out your heeled foot that lands square in his chest. He seems shocked at first but then he realizes that he gets a good view up your legs and that obnoxious grin is back.
"Back off Gojo, she doesn't want you," Shoko warns. So, his last name's Gojo. You're wondering if your high-as-fuck mind is going to remember him after tonight (you are).
"Down boy!" you bark at him and snap your carefully manicured fingers. Instead of deterring it has the opposite effect. Shoko facepalms as Gojo grins from ear to ear, tongue lolling out of his mouth. You spot a barbell piercing on his tongue and suddenly wonder what else he's got pierced.
"If I'm a good boy do I get a treat?" he asks in a voice that's way too eager as he massages your ankle, slowly traveling up to your calf.
"Your treat is that you don't get sent to the pound," you add an edge to your voice and glare daggers into him. Without warning he throws your entire leg over his shoulder, pinning you against the floor. Now you get to see him up close, and unfortunately he's hot. You're more annoyed than anything because this guy outweighs you, has you pinned, and has completely ruined your high.
"Come on, Princess, would you send a cute face like this to the pound?" He whines, making sure his face looks dejected. Through the spread of your thighs you can feel his dick throbbing to life. He's completely excited and nothing can deter this guy. You have a split second to try and turn this situation around and make your escape. Before you have to make a decision, arms appear around him and you're greeted by the sight of Shoko pulling him off of you. Unfortunately it does not make him release your leg and now you feel your back leaving the floor.
"I am sooo sorry about him!" she apologizes, "Gojo, let her go!" The man relents and releases your leg from his shoulder. Once she's sure your limbs are released she drops him outside the room and kicks him in the ribs.
"You can kick him too if you want," she offers. You sit up and shake your head, realizing that a guy like that would enjoy getting stomped on by you. He gets up laughing and watches you pull your skirt back down over your hips before wagging his tongue at you suggestively, showing off his piercing before disappearing down the hallway.
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Chapter 2
Ugh. Your high is gone and suddenly this party feels like such a drag. It's amazing how one guy can simply ruin your mood. Shoko kindly lights up a fresh blunt and passes it to you. Taking a deep drag off the damn thing you try to refocus your mind to a moment in time before that rabid dog showed up.
"Marco!" you call, holding up the blunt for the next person.
"Polo!" someone answers across the room and you hand it over.
"Who the fuck was that?" you ask Shoko who's settling back down on the carpet.
"That," she explains, "Is Satoru Gojo. We're childhood friends…sort of…I don't know. Knew him in school?" none of her descriptions of him seem accurate to her as she struggles to define just what kind of relationship she has with this dude, "He's really an asshole honestly. His brother is a much better person." Ah, cool, he's got relatives, you think sourly. You settle back onto the carpet next to her, keeping an eye on the door in case he comes back.
"I wouldn't worry about him too much," she adds on, "As long as you're not around here you're unlikely to see him."
"What about campus?" you counter.
"I haven't seen him," she takes the blunt from another person and pauses before taking a hit, "I got into pre-med to get away from him so yeah." Shoko goes on to tell you about how they used to be friends and then he begged her to take his virginity on prom night and she felt weird about it ever since. Satoru, however, thought that everything was fine between them and continued acting oblivious.
So basically she worked as some sort of fetter for him or something. You suspected that he would've been far worse to you if she wasn't there to pull him off of you. Were you going to remember this tomorrow? You were more high than drunk so you'd be able to piece these notes together. You opened up your phone and typed: Satoru Gojo-has brother-avoid at all costs. You wished you'd snapped a pic of the guy before he left but it's whatever at this point.
After exchanging numbers with Shoko (she was pretty fucking nice after all) you excuse yourself to the toilet and find yourself waiting in line. You hoped that there was enough toilet paper left. Maybe after this you'd get another drink and then see about finding your friends. While you're on the toilet you get a text from Shoko.
Shoko: He came back and he's looking for you. I'll stall him.
You: Thanks.
And now you had to make a break for it. After washing your hands you exit the bathroom, looking for the closest stairs. You're suddenly cursing yourself for getting distinct lime green braids so now he'd be able to find you in an instant. In your defense, you werent't expecting to meet a rabid fratboy. You hated cat and mouse games, those were Kitty's job. You quickly descend the stairs and try to find a place to blend in.
You nix the thought of the smoker's circle and round the corner back to the kitchen. Drinking was not a smart move and you were already high as shit. The paranoia was starting to sink in.
You round the corner again past the hookah smokers and consider going down the stairs to the basement. Suddenly you feel a presence behind you.
"Lookin' for someone?" You spin around and find yourself face to face with a shirtless guy with shaggy black hair and a scar on his mouth. You can tell he's high as a kite but he's completely mellowed out from the angry dude that barged down the stairs. His high is completely different from yours. What. The. Fuck. You're running around paranoid and here he is in the green hills of Windows XP.
"Can you keep a secret?" you gesture for him to lean down so he can hear you better, "I'm trying to hide from Satoru Gojo." He busts up laughing loud enough to draw the attention of the hookah corner. You jab him in the ribs to shut him up. You're looking left and right, trying to decide if you should ditch this dude for the basement. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a shock of white hair…and the basement it is! You grab the man by his wrist and drag him down the stairs with you. Why you did this, you had no idea.
The basement was a mistake, because of course it's a mistake. You're used to it. The smell of weed isn't as strong and if the music and changing lights was any indicator, you've joined something else altogether. In your paranoia you ignore the couple at the bottom of the stairs and take the dude to the furthest side of the room. Using him as a shield with your back to the wall, you're completely obscured by anyone who might come down the stairs. After a quick left-right scan you sag against the wall in relief. Now you can finally take in your surroundings.
Oh.
Of course.
The writhing bodies you had somehow completely overlooked due to the sense of urgency…now you had a better idea of what was going on here. Toji was chuckling again, this time at your wide-eyed expression.
"Shut up," you growl at him, kicking him in the shin, pissed off that you hadn't worn your Pleasers that gave you the extra inches you needed to be intimidating. The guy hisses in pain and cages you in with both of his arms, placing is face dangerously close to his. You are now even more aware of the height difference than when you first met him. Ah fuck.
"You plan on shutting me up yourself or…?" his voice trails off as he licks his lips, his expression is expectant. When you don't answer he sighs and stands back up to his full height, rubbing his face with his hands. With a sigh he looks up at the ceiling and then down back to you.
"You know, Dollface, I've had a terrible day," he smirks, the scar on the side of his mouth dancing upward, "Missed a lecture, got yelled at over the phone by my pops, lost my shirt in a poker game—got shown up by some bitch that took my belt—and then I get a decent high going only to have it ruined by saying hi to someone who in return—kicked me in the shins," he leans down and rests his arm above your head. He sighs in resignation. You almost feel bad enough to apologize, and then he says, "So how do you plan on making this up to me?"
Up close he's way more attractive than he deserves to be. He was clearly built by demons becuase a body like that is only meant to tempt others to transgress. What had you gotten yourself into? Are you too high for this? You are too high for this. Could you play dumb? No, he wouldn't buy that for a second. You opt for defiance and cross your arms over your chest, blocking your tits from view.
"Look," you explain, "I'm sorry about the shins thing, I was just mad." He rolls his eyes.
"So you get mad and you kick a guy in the shins, fucking childish don't y'think?" he wraps one of your braids around his fingers. The act makes your heart skip a beat.
"I-I'm not a child," you protest, words mixing in your head. You sound like a brat and he knows it. He brings his face closer to yours. You want to melt into wall behind you, but you also can't deny your blood racing and your pussy pounding. He reaches forward and takes your chin in his hand, thumb tracing your lower lip, without a doubt smudging your lipstick. You'd reapplied some in the bathroom, but you didn't remember if it was kiss-proof or not.
Wait, were you expecting to kiss this dude?
"What's your name, Brat?" his voice is menacing now. There's no way you're telling this dude your real name.
"Honey. Y-Yours?" his eyes light up. You shudder. He notices.
"Toji," comes your one-word response. His free hand reaches out and caresses your thigh, then it travels up to the hem of your shirt. You're not sure if you want to stop him. The people around you are in various states of undress, fucking each other to the beat of the music…what's to stop you from having a little fun? Toji seems determined. You slowly remove your arms and he hooks his finger under the fabric, pulling it up over your tits, showing off your favorite bra to him.
"What size are you?" he asks with a wolfish grin. You tell him. His grin widens. "Show 'em to me," he commands. When he notices your hesitation he looks backward. "No one can see you but me," he reassures you. Slowly you reach behind you and unclasp your bra, baring your tits to him. He gives out a low whistle of appreciation. You feel your cheeks go hot and your nipples get hard.
Toji unbuttons his jeans and pulls his dick out. You feel your eyes grow wide at his size. He starts stroking himself to your tits, making a whole show of it. The sight of precum bubbling at the tip and dripping has you clenching your thighs together and your mouth watering. Without thinking you pull your skirt up higher and pull your panties down to your knees and start teasing your clit. You're getting into it and he rumbles with approval.
"Stroke me off?" he offers to trade, licking his fingers. You immediately take him up on the offer, biting back a moan as his index and middle fingers fill you up. Fuck, he was pretty good at this. Toji closes his eyes as you tease his frenulum with the back of your finger, spreading the precum over his cockhead.
"Fuck, just like that," he bucks his hips into your hand, temporarily losing focus. He pulls his fingers out to support himself against the wall, pressing his body against you. You whine at your empty pussy, using his dick to stimulate your clit. It's not enough. You need more.
"Got any condoms, Princess?" he asks you for protection, but you can tell he's not opposed to doing it raw. You reach into the back pocket of your skirt and pull out a set of three. "Damn, I hope these fit," his voice is raspy. He rips the foil with his teeth and rolls it on in record time. Without any prompting you turn around and brace yourself against the wall, legs spread far enough (you hope). Toji wastes no time burying himself in your pussy.
Fuck foreplay. Fuck prep. He needed you. And frankly…you needed him too. It hurts at first but slowly you feel your body accepting him. Toji is thick, with just enough curve to hit your sweet spots. You feel his hips roll to the beat of the music and you can't help but follow his rhythm with your own. His blunt nails dig into the flesh of your hips, giving you a sharp, yet sweet pain.
The only thing you can hear is the bass of the music and what was possibly the soft grunting of Toji behind you. You can't think, only feel. And fuck does it feel good! Your head is buzzing with pleasure and you can feel your walls twitching around him. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to come to this party after all. If dick like this exists maybe your college experience won't be so—
A sudden smack to your ass makes you yelp. You glance behind you to see Toji grinning as he smacks you harder. The pain makes you clench around him even harder. He's figured out your masochistic tendencies and he plans to exploit it for all it's worth. You grin to yourself and reach down between your legs to stroke his balls from behind. You don't get to see his reaction, but the way he jumps and squeezes your hips extra hard tells you that he's cumming.
Even with the condom you can feel him cumming inside you. Your unexpected move made him cum faster than he wanted and you feel him collapse against your back, pressing the both of you against the wall.
"Fuck, ya really had me going, Honey," Toji breathes, lips by your ear. He wraps one arm around your waist with his other arm against the wall. You can feel his heart hammering against your back and can't help but feel a little bit smug about making him bust so quick. You're too tongue-tied to respond and can only giggle, teasing by grinding your ass against him.
But before you can initiate round two your phone buzzes with a message from Clover to the group chat:
Clover: Just blue-balled this dude and he's looking for me. Took all his cash. Wanna leave?
Angel: Boo! Yay free money! I'm hungry tho.
Kitty: THESE BACKSHOTS SOUND LIEKKK BONGOOOOSSSSZ!
You: Hiding in the basement. Where r u?
Angel: omg Kitty!!😱
Kitty: «attachment 15 seconds long»
You/Angel/Clover: 👀👀👀👀👀
"Damn, Sukuna's having the time of his life," Toji comments from over your shoulder. You assume that's the name of the pink-haired guy who's dicking your friend down in the video. Looks like you weren't the only one who got lucky tonight. Had you known she was going to do that, you would've taken a vid too. And sure enough those backshots did in fact sound like bongos. You wondered if she'd be open to a backshots contest sometime.
"Sure looks like it," your voice finally comes back online. You realize that you can still take pictures as proof you got some dick too.
"Here, take a pic," you hand your phone to Toji who has a high enough angle to get the both of you in the shot. You stop him when he attempts to put his dick away. "Leave it out. They'll never doubt what we did here," you tell him. You pose for the photo using the standard peace sign, making sure your tits are still out and visible and not caring that your panties are still around your thighs. It's the perfect kind of trash that you'll want to save to your private photo collection.
You and Toji check the photo for quality and it looks pretty good. The use of flash didn't overpower the image.
"Can you send me that one?" Toji asks, finally adjusting himself.
"Nah," you quip, pulling up your panties and hurrying up the stairs. If everyone's ready to go that means you can forget about Satoru, "Thanks tho! I had fun. Your dick is bigokaybye!" You dart away up the stairs before he can try to stop you. To your surprise, Angel's there to greet you at the top of the stairs.
"Where were you?" you ask her, linking arms as you pass the DJ and make it straight to the kitchen.
"I started off in the basement and then I met this dude. We hooked up in a bathroom….upstairs I think?" Her eyes seem starry as she recounts the experience. As you both backtrack the way you came in, Clover pops up from the smoker's circle where she'd cleverly disguised herself among the stoners.
"Who wanna get breakfast?" she asks in an all too cheerful voice, eyes darting around for that guy she fleeced.
"We still need Kitty," you point out, "We don't know if she's still able to walk or not. Ole dude looked MASSIVE." Angel is checking her phone for any news when suddenly a flash of red vinyl comes bounding down the stairs. That's Kitty alright. She lands at the bottom of the stairs laughing with the kind of glee that only backshots and good bud could provide.
"Bruhhhh," she drawls blinking hard and rapidly, "Remind me to block that dude cuz Satan sent him!" She busts up laughing so hard you have to support her so you all can reach the door. If she says Satan sent him that means his dick must be magic or somethin else altogether. Nobody wastes a moment making it to the door; leaving the chaos behind and embracing the midnight air.
You can breathe again.