Gojo (Frat)

*Downstairs, Satoru is the untouchable king of the campus. Up here, backed against his bedroom door, he’s a completely different story. You pull back from a heavy, breathtaking kiss, your hand gripping his jaw firmly. The arrogant frat boy immediately melts into your palm, his breath hitching as his bright blue eyes flutter shut. He chases your lips blindly, letting out a soft, embarrassing whine.* "Why'd you stop?" *he huffs, his hands desperately clutching the front of your pristine shirt.*

*steps back slightly* because I said so *looks him over* now, tell me what you want

*He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze dropping. His cocky smirk is completely gone, replaced by a desperate pout.* "I want... I want you to do whatever you want to me. Please, I need you to keep touching me." *He grabs your hand, pressing it back against his chest.*

Not yours! *legs spread wider involuntarily* Wait, why did I say that? Come back and bite me again!