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Y/n did not want to go to this stupid party, but Shoko dragged her along, telling her she was never going to get the full college experience if she studied all the time.
Then, she proceeded to absolutely hate on every single item of clothing in y/n's closet. Shoko eventually dragged the girl back to her dorm and shoved some clothes into her arms, making her do a short fashion show before they decided on an outfit.
Y/n was a bit uncomfortable, not used to the skimpy clothing, but she couldn't deny that she looked really good. Shoko styled her hair and did her makeup for her.
"You look great." The girl grinned.
"I guess so." She sighed, looking at her outfit in the mirror.
She had some flowery patterned lacy pantyhose on her legs, an unbelievably short black skirt that hung low on her hips, and a tight strapless lacy black top. There was a cropped, sheer bell sleeved coverup tied around her chest, but it wasn't really covering anything.
"Wear these." Shoko tossed her some strappy heels.
The girl groaned but put them on, her feet already hurting. "Can we just leave now? Get this over with."
"You'll have fun, just you wait." She smirked, dragging her out of her dorm and to one of the frat houses.
And that's how y/n found herself inside this stupid frat house, the music booming her ears and thrumming in her chest. She had a drink in her hand, half empty.
Shoko was talking with someone, long black hair and a scar over her face. They were obviously flirting, and y/n felt awkward just standing there.
Shoko suddenly turned to y/n. "Come."
She grabbed her hand and y/n stumbled a bit as her friend pulled her along, following the girl she had been flirting with. Y/n's eyes widened when she saw where they were.
"No way, come on." She tried to free her hand, but couldn't.
"We're playing! Sit." Shoko pushed the girl into a sitting position in the circle.
She sat next to y/n as the other girl sat across from them in an empty space.
"Oh this is a surprise, cupcake." Y/n suddenly heard an annoyingly familiar voice.
"Gojo." She huffed, immediately feeling her blood pressure rising.
"Aw, c'mon." The white haired male teased, letting his circular sunglasses fall down his nose a bit. "You know I told you to call me Satoru."
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.
He grinned, suddenly more excited to play this silly game.
Gojo and y/n had a little academic rivalry going on, and he loved pissing her off. It was a game to him, the way her eyes lit up with fire whenever he teased her set something off in him.
Everyone took their turns, going into the closet for seven minutes and coming back out either looking disheveled or the same as before they went in.
Then, it was Gojo's turn to spin the bottle. He put his hand on the glass, turning his hand before letting the bottle spin. He bit his lip, eyes locked onto the spinning object.
To his utter satisfaction, and y/n's horror, it landed right on the girl.
"Lucky me." He grinned widely, standing up and offering his hand to her.
Y/n's face was red, and she smacked his hand away, standing up on her own.
"Feisty." He followed her inside the closet, eyes locked onto the way her hips swayed side to side.
The way that skirt barely covered any of her lit a fire in the male, it was downright sinful the way her curves were out on display. He'd always thought she was cute, even in her modest clothes in class, but now she looked absolutely lethal.
He closed the closet door behind them, hearing the lock click from the outside. Y/n was immediately crowded against the wall, Gojo's hands planted on either side of her shoulders.
"Don't you dare." She glared up at him, having to crane her neck because of his tall stature.
"We're already in here." He grinned wider.
"I don't want your lips anywhere near me." She put her hands on his chest to push him away, but he was practically a wall of muscle, and he wasn't going anywhere when he was having so much fun.
"But I do." He said in a little sing song voice.
Y/n was getting redder, her anger rising. "Shut up. It's just seven minutes, you'll survive."
"I don't think I will." He sighed dramatically, but never actually made a move first, he didn't want to force anything on her.
"Seven minutes passes by fast." She said dryly, but the way his muscles felt under hands had her turning red for a different reason.
"But is it really?" He dipped his head down a little bit.
She didn't respond, but reached up to take his sunglasses off. "What kind of idiot wears sunglasses inside."
His eyes widened, but so did his grin. "Me."
"You are an idiot." She mumbled, eyes clouding over a little bit.
"Am I?" He felt his heart speed up a bit as her eyes flicked to his lips.
"A big one." She felt her mind become a little fuzzy, she blamed the alcohol and the closeness.
"Why don't you shut me up then?" He suggested.
"Fuck off." She said, suddenly reaching her hands up and yanking his head down.
The kiss was full of frustration and tongue, aggressive and needy. It was like everything finally boiled over.
Gojo's hands were all over her in an instant, one hand grabbing a handful of her ass and the other on her waist in a bruising grip. Y/n slid her fingers into his hair with one hand, yanking slightly, earning a slight grunt of pleasure from the male. Her other hand was on the side of his neck, pulling him in closer for a more bruising kiss.
Gojo felt like his brain was melting as he pressed his body flush against hers, her tongue invading his mouth. He eagerly slid his tongue against hers, trying to get impossibly closer.
He never wanted this to end, feeling like he was growing addicted to the feeling of her lips against his. He bent down slightly, placing his hands under her thighs as he lifted her up.
Y/n grunted, wrapping her legs around his waist. "S-Satoru."
"Shit, say my name again." He groaned against her lips, pressing her against the wall.
Just as she opened her mouth again, the lock clicked. Her eyes widened, quickly unwrapping her legs from him.
"Let go." She panted, trying to catch her breath.
"Fucking hell." He grumbled, pulling back from her lips and letting her down just as the door opened.
Y/n rushed out, leaving Gojo standing there, panting with lip gloss smeared on his lips and his jeans tight.
Gojo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, walking out of the closet and scanning the room for y/n. He wasn't going to forget that kiss anytime soon, and neither was she.