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Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader

Summary: It has been way too long since you've gotten laid - and you know it. Even the tiniest more intimate touch sends you into heated panic, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering like never before. Good thing an old buddy of your best friend returns home! Maybe this is your longed chance to score? Go for it!

Warnings: smut!18+ content, dom!gojo, possesive!gojo, best friend au, slight geto x reader, geto acts like a lil bitch oops i said it, dubcon (geto), a looot of teasing, rough sex, jealousy, breeding, unprotected sex, manhandling, eating out, mating press, sadist!gojo, “and they were roommates…”

A/N: hey there...wssup...guess who's back after two years...🤪 ENJOY, MY SLUTS<3

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Touchy.

That’s what Gojo was known to be – and not just with you, but with mostly everyone else he was close to. With you, however, it occurred much more often, as you happened to be his best friend.

Most of the time, he didn’t even realize he was doing it – sneaking random touches on the low of your back while passing by or laying his head on your shoulder as you two watched a movie on the couch. You both also loved falling asleep in the same bed while talking about nonsensical topics, which usually resulted in you waking up with your bodies knit tightly together.

Even in the heat of summer, you still awoke in the middle of the night unimaginably sweaty and having to forcefully push his sleepy form away from you. You ended up refusing to lay in his bed, knowing you’d have to endure the same thing over and over again. To which, Gojo protested profusely, practically begging you to join him. It was hard to keep that promise to yourself.

However, overall, there was one very, very big problem. You were extremely and utterly sexually frustrated. Frustrated to the point where even feeling his arm snake around your waist as you both walked through the street emitted questionable reactions from you.

Your previous serious relationship had ended over two years ago, and you also weren’t known as the one-time hookup type. Even your last relationship wasn’t as serious as you’d like – the person disappointingly cheating on you a few months into dating. That was it – before Gojo, you never really had such a great relationship, and such a touchy friend.

So, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you really did sometimes let your mind wander off into dangerous fields – including thinking about your best friend in a different light.

The most telling interaction, however, had to be this one.

One unexpectedly wild evening, all you were doing was innocently sitting on the couch in front of the TV – which loudly played some sort of old action movie. In your hands you had your phone, mindlessly scrolling through your social media apps. Gojo had previously gone off to the bathroom, and your stupid preoccupied brain had forgotten that.

That’s exactly why you failed to notice the faint footsteps behind the couch as Gojo carelessly trailed out of the bathroom, suddenly stopping and quieting down. Ideas swirled in his head as he began sneaking towards your turned back, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Having stood almost right next to the couch, he stopped, again, mouth going slightly agape.

You lifted your unoccupied hand to swiftly run it through your hair – this action resulting in the side of your bare neck being revealed. Gojo’s eyes lit up, and he finished the remaining distance between both of you with a big step, bending down right next to your head. Before you could even register the jumpscare, you felt his soft hair tickle the right side of your face as he placed a small platonic kiss on your neck, his long arm vining all around your body.

His lips were soft, even slightly wet – and the feeling sent a huge shiver down your entire body. Releasing a yelp, you tried to pull away, leaning forward. Gojo, however, broke out in laughter, the silky sound right next to your ear sending yet another shiver down your spine.

Yelling out Gojo’s name an unexplainable amount of times, you also couldn’t help but begin laughing.

“No, but, ah—seriously, that sound—so cute,” he breathed out, short of breath from all the laughing you both did.

You shot up, offended. “What sound? I didn’t make any sound!” Mumbling, you retaliated. All Gojo did was click his tongue, dipping back into the crook of your neck and resting his head on you.

“Oh, don’t even, you absolutely did. You mewled like some kitten—”

“THAT—was a yelp!”

“That was a whimper, you lost puppy,” he chuckled teasingly into your neck. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes in frustration.

“Oh? What was that? Do it again, please?” Satoru suddenly straightened his back, standing up. “Of course, I can, you can just ask, “ he exclaimed proudly before bending right back next to your flushed face.

“Do not put words in my mouth, Satoru! And don’t you dare twist this sentence in any way—” you hopelessly groaned, using the opportunity to pull your arms out from under Gojo’s grip, and laying your face in your hands. “Me? Twisting your words? Never—now, what was that about putting something in your mouth?”

Instead of letting you express your immense disappointment in him once more, Gojo suddenly leaned in, kissing the soft skin again. The tingle made you lose all words you had thought of in your mind – legs going weak even though you had been still sitting on the couch. “Stop it, seriously—I’m—" you muttered, shutting your eyes as hard as last time. Satoru ceased his movement, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“Say that again,” he mumbled, lips ghosting over your neck.

You couldn’t take it. No, absolutely not. Not his soft lips on your skin, not his weirdly intimate way of speaking – you were close to crumbling completely. And the line between structurally telling him off or begging him to do more was beginning to assimilate.

“No, no, stop—this, I can’t—” your voice grew quieter – as you struggled even more with hiding the awfully needy tone in your words. By now, his lips automatically came right back to your neck after pulling away – he was a step away from starting to almost bite. What the fuck?

“Maybe you should stop talking, though.”

You couldn’t. You were practically sure he had busted your secret – if you stopped talking, you definitely wouldn’t be able to keep any sounds in. Although, maybe if your voice was breathy enough, he could tell already.

Naturally, thinking logically, Satoru knew he’d stop himself from teasing when it got too much. And he was planning too. He was. Eventually… He was getting there.

The point is – he realized he couldn’t stop. For some off, weird reason, he felt himself getting even more eager – even more hungry. The cute, breathy sounds you made when his lips touched your skin. He couldn’t let you stop making them.

Suddenly, however, he seemingly got what he deserved. Your arm flew free, due to Gojo’s careless immersion in whatever he thought he was doing. Before your best friend could even realize what was happening, the aforementioned arm changed trajectory and smacked him sideways on the head, making him audibly groan and pull away. That was enough for you to hit him again, for good measure, of course, and jump off the couch, running straight into your room and slamming the door closed against its frame.

A loud yell rang behind you, behind the door after you had closed it. You, on the other side, found yourself practically weak at the knees and falling raggedly on your bed.

What had just happened?

What the Hell was he trying to do?

Even you, yourself, weren’t sure of the answer to such a question.

Safe to say, however, that the remaining hours of the evening you stayed locked in your room – and Gojo seemed to understand your need for space away from him. You wondered if he felt bad for pushing you too far. If he didn’t, then, well, he should have.

As always you never had any explanation for some of the things Gojo did. They were, well, unexplainable. It felt like he simply knew two actions – ‘want’ and ‘do’. Of course, it wasn’t that simple, you were sure of it.

But, something like this, it… had to have some kind of explanation, didn’t it?

In the end, after you had moped around in your room for a couple of hours while desperately trying to erase the vivid image of him wrapped up around you and kissing your neck feverishly, you somehow managed to hear the world’s smallest sigh behind your door, and then – a quiet knock.

Facing him after such a situation was unbearable, and you guessed that your cheeks burned as much as they had during it. Though, Gojo looked too guilty for you to continue staying any bit mad at him – shoulders fallen lower than ever and expression displaying total misery.

He apologized, of course, and you were glad he felt bad – even if that made you somewhat evil, as well.

The two of you never mentioned it again.

And now, it was September. An evening before a full year of your great friendship. The both of you shared an apartment, so, really, the anniversary was probably going to be just a cozy movie night and a bottle of wine.

The sky slowly turned dark, and you had just gotten home from the store and were placing all the newly bought ingredients into your fridge.

Gojo was out on short business, and you weren’t the one to question it. However, as you reached for the bread, the doorbell rang, making your hand hover above the bag.

You knew that Gojo never rang the doorbell – he had his own key, as you had yours, and instead always unlocked the door himself. You sighed and fixed your shirt, walking around the counters and towards the door. You rose higher to look through the peephole. Your heart slightly dropped as you saw the person look almost immediately back at you, his lip corners tugging upwards.

You released an exasperated sigh, shaking yourself from the jumpscare. Obviously, you were not going to let in this strange, black-haired man into your house – instead opting to travel back to the kitchen and fetch your phone. You called Gojo, him answering almost immediately, and carefully asked him if someone was supposed to visit. How else would that man knock on their door? After a moment of silence, Gojo asked you to describe the person.

You chuckled. “Uh, long black hair, actually very—uh, pretty,” you mumbled quietly to yourself. “I think he has stretched ear lobes and flowy clothing—I’m sorry, am I making sense?” you stopped yourself, questioning into the phone. Gojo also let out a chuckle from the other end of the line. “Let him in. It’s an old friend. I’ll be home soon.”

“Okay—” you exclaimed. “Can I know his— ‘toru?” you called out, hearing the small beep of the phone as Gojo ended the call. You dropped your phone on the counter, sighing extremely loud, and running back to the door. You unlocked and opened it. In front of you stood the same tall black-haired man, seemingly the same height as Gojo. He was still slightly smirking, one of his hands coming up to fix the collar of his shirt. He was extremely good-looking, of course, and you crossed your arms in front of you, feeling somewhat insecure.

“Uh—I’m sorry that I couldn’t let you in quicker, I had to call Gojo and—,”

“It’s okay,” the man suddenly spoke, lightly gesturing towards you. “I understand.”

You slowly nodded, taking a step back to let the unknown persona into the apartment.

“It’s Geto, by the way,” he replied, making you turn back around to him and smile.

“Y/N. Gojo said that you are old friends?”

The both of you made your way into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Geto leaned one arm back around the soft material. “Yeah, something like that,” he laughed, looking around your apartment. “We were great friends a while back, just, uh, fell out.”

You caught a glimpse of shiny metal in his mouth as he spoke, which instantly got your attention. Geto surprisingly noticed your gaze, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Tongue piercing. It finally healed – took a damn long time,” he took time to explain, immediately after opening his mouth and slipping his tongue out through his pearly white teeth. You wowed.

“Ah—that’s cool. I wanted one when I was younger, but my parents were stricter, per se, and I kinda grew out of it.” You found yourself exclaiming, and fixing your position on the couch.

A moment of silence ensued between both of you as Geto seemingly just took time letting his eyes wander through the entirety of your apartment. “Only you and Gojo live here, right?” he unexpectedly asked, making you blink a few times before snapping back. “Oh, yeah. About a year now. Actually—tomorrow is our slight anniversary. For the friendship, you know.”

A lowly exclaimed chuckle left your new-found guest’s lips. “Friendship?” he cocked his head to the side, lightheartedly crossing one leg over another. Chuckling along, you felt confused.

“Ah—yeah. Did you think we were—” “Dating? I did, yeah.” He finished for you, catching his bottom lip in-between his teeth.

Sharp canines.

You swallowed, once again fixing your posture. Geto nonchalantly stared back. “I’m sorry I didn’t specify, but we’re not dating,” you laughed lightly. “We’re best friends. We…moved in together maybe a bit quickly ‘cause we just, kind of, clicked.”

Geto’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was suspicious of your statement. Was he?

“You’re looking at me like you’re surprised.”

“I am. Can’t say I’m not glad, though,” he slowly spoke, once again flashing you his smirk. You, instead, scrunched up your eyebrows and leaned back on the soft material of the couch.

“Why so?”

“Because you’re too good for him, and—I can say, he doesn’t deserve you,” Geto finished his sentence, leaving you almost open-mouthed by the end of it. “Why?” you repeated, prodding him further. Geto tutted.

“He’s a self-obsessed man-whore who goes clubbing every weekend and instead of paying attention to the pretty girl living with him, fucks random women on the corners of the clubs, should I continue?” he pressed, each syllable full of light sarcasm – however his tone had no indication of anger.

You kept quiet for a few more seconds after he was done. “Damn, was the friendship-ending quarrel that bad? Or are you just a little jealous of your ex-best friend for living with such a pretty girl like me?” you shot back, feeling something warm rise up to your neck. Was it anger?

Geto kept your stare, face somewhat cold. Unexpectedly, right after your rhetorical question, the corners of his soft lips shot up – rising sharply. “I like you,” he muttered, moving his crossed legs back to their natural state and instead choosing to spread them to the sides of your couch. You felt your eyes instinctively flick to his legs, then back to him. “I’m afraid I couldn't say the same.”

“And, also, why do you think he ignores me being here? We don’t have to be dating to fuck,” you nonchalantly asked again, feeling as if you just placed the theoretical gun closer to his temple. Geto, rather, replied with an exasperated chuckle, a smirk beginning to indent his face.

“Oh, well, the way you say that, it’s almost like you have to convince yourself. Don’t say it so forced and crude or I won’t believe you.”

Oh. How much you hated yourself for it, but the seductive nature of his words stirred something warm in the pit of your stomach – and you tried your best to ignore it. “Should I say it again then?” you retorted, flashing slight anger towards the man. “You can,” were his words.

“Gojo fucks me? Is that what I’m supposed to say?” you spoke, watching Geto’s reaction. “Does that satisfy you?”

“Ah...” He replied flatly, accompanied by a long, hefty sigh. “Has it really been that long that you’ve forgotten how to feel lustful?” That’s what hit the most. Now you’ve started feeling the deep anger seep into your bloodstream. “I’m not trying to seduce you,” you answered.

“You’ve ignored my question but I’ll let it slide. By the looks of it, your little best friend is definitely not taking good care of you, is he?” Geto almost succeeded to whisper his words, and you immediately stood up.

“You’re leaving. God, I see why ‘Toru couldn’t deal with you.”

“Toru?” he replied, the smirk fully appearing on his face. “Are you now finding something wrong with—” your question was cut short by Geto taking a big step towards you, and grabbing your wrist – borderline roughly – by which he successfully spun you around and sat you back down on your own couch.

You were speechless – at that point not having enough time to even decide whether this speechlessness was a bad or good one.

He, Geto, stood towering above you, his warm fingers still wrapped around your wrist and head bowed dangerously close to yours. Moments later, he dropped your now aching wrist, and instead reached for your chin, lightly pulling you towards himself after he had grabbed it.

You finally realized how your abdomen and thighs burned after his action, but it was no match for your fired up logical thinking, which had started to scream at you to stand for your dignity.

If only you were asked, if ever in your life had you thought about complying to such compromising actions, or even fantasizing about them – you’d always say no, however, now, as your thighs shifted closer, knees facing each other as you had just been forcefully sat on your own couch, your mind started spinning all over the different scenarios that could ensue you.

But. You were sure that there’d be no way in hell that you’d ever submit to such an unwelcoming fool.

“What the hell are you thinking?” you finally responded, seeing as the smirk on Geto’s face widened. “Helping you.” He mumbled back, the hand on your chin slightly shifting.

“In no way are you helping me, you asshole, I told you to leave,” you almost hissed, both hands shooting up to Geto’s one, which held your face lightly. His expression deepened as you shoved his arm away, shifting further back on the couch.

However, he soon chuckled, slowly pulling away, only to kneel down in front of the sofa, and you. Geto’s eyes seemingly burned holes into yours, but you still kept eye contact with him just to see how they’d change from your reactions.

“Are you sure?” was what he muttered, flawed eyes blinking down to your abdomen, thighs, legs. You felt guilty warmth on your skin, traveling from your neck up. You didn’t want to know what he meant. You didn’t want to know what he meant. You didn’t want to—

“What do you mean?” you mumbled back, lowering your raised legs down to the carpet and shifting backwards – thighs having a mind of their own and pressing together as your unwanted guest continued watching your inner turmoil. Geto smiled – in no way innocently – as his slim and pale hands once again snaked up to your clothed legs, him all crawled up in-between them. You felt your breath waver, completely unwanted.

“I’ll let you see, only if I can do what I want,” he spoke; dark, narrowed eyes rising to your wide ones.

“You won’t do what you want,” you shot back, feeling the warmth on your cheeks rise. “Ah, I know you don’t want to let me, but I know you’ll want to see.” His condescending words hitched your breathing again, and you swore he moved even closer to your desperate lower body.

You began hating yourself, but, really, your chest rose and fell twice as fast as it did before, and you watched the attractive stranger grab the clothed flesh of your thigh, licking his lips as if he salivated at you like the best meal possible.

“So, Y/N, will you let me?” Geto spoke again, and you felt offended at how his tone left zero linger of ‘no’ in your mind. “I don’t—I don’t know, yet.”

“Yet?”

“You—you can continue, —I just don’t know, yet,” you corrected after hearing his questioning voice, your own tone seeming to have gotten weaker, quieter.

The look on his face made your heart jump, yet you still let him bore his eyes into yours while his fingers slid up to your sweatpants strings, undoing the pretty bow and slowly dropping the loose string to lay on your abdomen. It was your fault, wholeheartedly, that you hadn’t protested more against the black-haired stranger who now knelt in front of you, but Lord knows how much you’d hate yourself and how much your touch-starved skin would despise you if you had.

“If all you want from me is to tease you and leave, I can do that.” Geto mumbled – head leaned towards your lower body so much it almost muffled the sound. “But for some reason I have a feeling that you’d beg me to come back.”

Your lip corners rose upwards, a daring smile encasing your teeth. “Don’t be so full of yourself or I’ll change my mind.”

“There’s nothing for you to change since you haven’t made it up yet.”

Offense obvious on your pretty face, you scoffed, flushed cheeks no match for how confidently your dominant hand lifted itself up to Geto’s head, fingers finding the wrapped bun and pulling one strand of the silky dark hair loose. “Maybe I should test you, then? How well a pretty boy like you can contain his excitement when I change my mind after having said ‘yes’?”

“You won’t want to reconsider once I start.” Flashing his teeth, he seeped confidence as his hand found yours, buried in his hair. “And you do know that boys look the prettiest when they’re on top of you, right?”

Almost yelping, you jumped when his hand encased your wrist, pulling your entire arm above you, pinning it to the couch. His other one lowered down to your sweatpants, somehow managing to swiftly pull them off your hips, and later legs, letting the rest fall down to your ankles. You hadn’t moved a muscle, not being able to contain the sly grin on your lips.

Your mind screamed, heart beating more and more out of your chest – Geto’s tall build hovering above you.

“How long has it been? Ah, you look wrecked,” he suddenly noted, making your eyebrows rise.

“A long time, and I feel fine.” You managed to reply.

“Maybe you do, but your eyes are begging me,” his breathy voice turned lower, dark eyes once again entrapping yours.

Even without the sweatpants that you had been wearing in the cold apartment, your legs burned from the newfound lust, and when Geto’s warm hand trailed a long route from the top of your lace underwear to above your belly button, rising your shirt with his index finger in the process, your back nearly arched.

“See?” was what he replied, both of you dizzy from the hot air in the room. “And I haven’t even kissed you yet,” Geto’s voice trailed off, eyes lowering to your deeply breathing chest. Moments later, his thumb pressed down on your lower lip, exploring, as his hips dropped heavily onto yours.

The weighing feeling of his body felt indescribable – years’ worth of frustration dawning upon you as you let your jaw fall open slightly, struggling to keep eye contact with the man in front of you.

Did this feel right?

You cursed, your hips lifting lightly to fix your position. You blinked repeatedly, before once again staring back at Geto’s hungry eyes. He seemingly had only one thought in mind as he began lowering his head towards yours, eyes lighting up. His long hair fell from his shoulders onto the couch, almost covering the whole surface around your head.

A few more dangerous centimeters, and you could feel the warm exhale from Geto on your lips. He continued only staring at your widened eyes, pride almost sparkling like electricity all around him. Sighing mockingly, he, to your horror, moved again, licking his bottom lip right before you managed to quickly raise your hand and hit your palm against his mouth in panic.

Geto opened his eyes to see you glaring at him, bewildered at what could’ve happened. He pulled away – a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, am I not the one you wanted to kiss?” he exhaled after you dropped your hand down on the couch, him still towering above your body.

Your eyes widened at his statement, and you opened your mouth to angrily deny it, however, stopped abruptly as both of you heard the swift turn of a key inside the door lock.

Both being frozen in place – you, more than the man in front of you – as he looked rather excited for what’d come next, you still couldn’t help but almost jump, a frightened look endowing on your face.

Gojo had come home. He stood in the entrance. He was in the same place with the both of you. “Ashamed?” suddenly spoke Geto, the sparkly smile stretching even further. Letting out an incredibly panicked gasp, you escaped from his embrace and tried horridly to shove him off of your body, and couch.

The view from Gojo’s perspective must’ve been perfect – rounding the corner to see his ex-best friend shoved off to the ground right in front of his current best friend, her taking huge breaths in try of containing her loudly beating heart and warmth-overtaken face.

What a sight.

Words seemingly couldn’t come out of his mouth.

“Hello...?” Gojo mumbled in a dangerously curious tone, making your eyes fall to the ground instead of him. Geto, however, wasn’t that much phased. Moving up from the floor, he fixed his clothes – wiping his pants and later flashing a tiny smile to your best friend. “Couldn’t wait. Hello to you, too.”

You, rather, focused your widened eyes on the carpet, coming across a noticeable wine stain on the white material.

“Y/N?” you heard your name come from Gojo’s mouth – him more concerned than anything, while he made his way towards you. “Uh, yeah?” you answered, rolling your shoulders back and lifting your head. His worried eyes met yours.

“Are you okay?”

“Course, I-I am.” You answered back, goosebumps slowly starting to appear on your skin. Staring back at Gojo, you slightly laughed.

“He didn’t…do anything?” he asked once more, seemingly completely serious. You shook your head strongly.

“Man… I come back and instantly get accused of something?” Looking behind Gojo, you noticed Geto’s tall form leaning on the door. “You’re just that untrustworthy, then?” Gojo replied instantly.

“Maybe I am.” Geto stayed in his current spot near the door. A moment of silence ensued as you tried to contain the heat biting at your face and neck.

“Why—why wouldn’t I be okay...?” you suddenly spoke up, cautiously.

“Your sweatpants are…off…?’”

Chills.

Endless chills down to your very spine was what you felt at that exact moment – as you watched your best friend’s eyes travel slowly down the length of your exposed thighs and your sweatpants bunched up at your ankles.

Your heartbeat increased more than ten times as fast while you hopelessly scrambled to try and pull your sweatpants back up to your hips. Surprisingly, it suddenly felt like Gojo’s stare was no longer on you. Raising your head instinctively, you widened your eyes as you came into view with him having turned almost completely away from you.

Seeing only Geto’s expression from your point of view, you noticed his lips curling daringly into a smirk.

“Kitchen.” A voice that seemingly didn’t belong to Gojo anymore exclaimed, barely audible. You silently watched as he walked straight into the kitchen, hands as if aching to grab Geto and drag him along.

Only after Geto’s eyes slowly traveled to yours and stared deliberately long into them, did he scoff quietly and turn around to follow his ex-best friend into the other room. You stayed frozen in your place, mind running. Swallowing, you adjusted your sweatpants and closed your eyes.

Almost as if meditating, you exhaled and inhaled slowly to collect yourself, and to let go of the previous burn you had been feeling.

A sudden bang came from the kitchen, and you were forced to blink your eyes open. Curiosity killed your inner cat as you shot up from the couch and tip-toed out of the current room, eyes wide open and body tensed. Silent curses could be heard from the room, although you noticed the door being closed almost fully.

Did Gojo not want you to hear them?

Shuffling closer to the door, you pressed yourself against the cold-feeling wall, practically sliding across it. You were still barely able to make out any of the words they were saying, therefore making sense of what the topic was seemed difficult. One thing you were certain of was your name being used in the conversation.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you slid closer.

“But don’t you dare pull any of this shit again, yeah?”

“Hah—you are so obvious.”

“Obvious? All I am doing is telling you to not harass her anymore. Fuck—”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Huh—don’t pretend that you know anything about me.”

“I’m just telling you that it’s obvious. In case, you know… you have some, I don’t know, scared-of-rejection-complex.”

“Do you want to get murdered?”

“Not currently. Anyways, that’s it. Just telling you, dude. You’re obvious. Although, she did also kinda’ refuse to kiss me, so…”

“I will—you—"

“Okay! Got it, shit. Let go of me, dumbass.”

Eyes getting wider by second, you pressed yourself onto the wall tighter.

Gojo was…

in love with… you?

“Is this conversation done? Can we go chat with Y/N like normal civilized people now?”

Your heart beat so loud, you were scared they’d start hearing the thumping sound from the other room. Over your own heart, you couldn’t hear half of the other sentences they had spoken after the confession. Breathing in harshly to contain the blood flow, you managed to make out the intense silence that had ensued after Geto’s statement to end the conversation.

Gojo was mute from his side, and you could almost imagine the furious expression he was wearing on his face as he stood still, leaned against the shorter fridge.

Surprisingly, he had taken over three steps before the sound of his shoes against the ground even registered in your brain. Eyes widening and heart speeding up, you bounced back from the wall, managing to take barely two big leaps back to the living room before you came in direct contact with Gojo’s figure.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you answered breathlessly, chest rising and falling visibly as your eyes shifted up at him.

His white hair was messy, and neck slightly rosy. You weren’t sure whether it was the previous encounter with Geto or the sudden overheard confession, but the new-found attraction to your best friend shot up rapidly.

“You good?” he mumbled questioningly, taking another small step towards you.

“Mm, yeah,” you nodded lightly, managing to flash Gojo a reassuring smile. Continuing your obvious staring contest with the man, you decided to address the situation, while also strengthening your lie. “Ah, it’s just… you two were taking so long, I… you know. Wanted to check up on you.”

Softening your face, you blinked repeatedly and returned the forwarding step.

“We’re good, he just….” Cutting his sentence off with a sigh, Gojo lifted his hand to brush it across his tense face. You stared as he leaned swiftly against the wall, torn. Absentmindedly coming closer, you sighed along and extended your arms, later vining them around his neck and pressing your bodies together softly.

He bent down in response, and you felt an exhale against the crook of your neck.

You stood there for a long moment, both dawning in the comforting embrace. “I’m sorry your meeting with him went like this. After such a long time…” Being mumbled into his shoulder, your words came out slurred. Gojo’s fluffy hair brushed across your cheek as he gently shook his head.

“Not your fault.”

He released you slowly and looked down. “Whatever, let’s forget that for now. We have an upcoming celebration. Should I just… kick him out, or somethin’?” Gesturing behind him, Gojo chuckled, crossing his arms in front of him.

“No need.” A loud voice came from the kitchen. Geto emerged from the room, fixing his shirt as he walked up to both of you. “I’ll come back another day. I was reminded of your little anniversary. I’ll let you best friends celebrate on your own.”

With your heart speeding up again, this time inevitably, you stood there with your eyes widened, staring at the leaving man as if begging him not to go. Not for any specific reason, of course, only for the fact that you’d have to be alone with the same man who just confessed his love for you and wasn’t aware you knew he did.

“Right.” A quick reply was heard from Gojo as he pulled further away from you and walked around to seemingly close the door behind Geto.

He was rushing him out the door.

Bedazzled with a sly smirk, Geto fixed his hair for the last time in front of you both before nodding subtly to Gojo, who seemed displeased with such interaction. You didn’t bother looking away, only continued watching their movements while leaning against the chilly wall. However, this action proved to be wrong, soon – as Geto stopped in his flowy track and slowly turned back around. To face you.

“See you,” he whispered, as if purred, the look in his eyes burning with both comedy and something else. His words were drawn out, velvety and full of hidden meaning. Instantly, you held in the gasp which threatened to leave your mouth, feeling your face heat up. You knew this wasn’t going to be the last time you two met, and warmth stirred in your stomach.

Still feeling the heat travel even lower, now to your neck and chest, you nodded slowly, mentally cursing at him and pushing him out through the barely-open door.

Geto gazed at you for moments more before turning back around, and walking out. Though, his strangely narrowed eyes and perked up smile followed your movements right until Gojo shut the door, rougher than needed.

“What is this guy’s problem? Seriously.” Gojo sighed beside you, watching from the corner of his eye at how tightly you clutched your shirt with one of your hands. “C’mon.”

“Come here. Tell me exactly what happened. What did he do?”

Breath getting caught in your throat, you swallowed quickly to stop yourself from choking on your own saliva. You were treading into very dangerous, unexplored territory, which you were absolutely not up to. You knew that any second now you could, perhaps, even unknowingly, spill every thought and secret you had. Even thinking about such an outcome sent shivers down your spine, and certainly not the good type of ones.

“I…” you began, quieting down almost immediately. You couldn’t. Not with the current mess of a mind you had, not with everything that had just happened in the past hour.

Walking along with Gojo back to the cursed living room, you looked with horror at the couch on which you had just experienced that recent close-call. Gojo obviously had no idea (or rather, only a hunch) about what had gone on said couch mere seconds before he stepped foot in his own apartment.

Swallowing again, you walked carefully against the soft carpet, each step full of resentment towards this tense situation.

Gojo had sat down already, looking up at you and extending his arm to pat the spot next to him. You nodded barely visibly and sat down inches away, falling on the couch with a heavy sigh.

“Y/N,” you heard him exhale softly. Lifting your head up after fixing your position on the comfortable surface, you were met with the view of his black sunglasses on top of his nose, while his lips stayed curled in slight worry.

Out of everything, you found that the almost usual absence of human eyes looking at you as you talked to Gojo was most difficult. Though, of course, there were times when you spent a little too many hours talking to him – to the point where you realized that absence wasn’t really bothering you anymore.

Blinking slowly as you continued staring at his face, your eyebrows lifted upwards in question.

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Please...?”

Silence.

The breathy nature of his plea felt so genuine, and you immediately felt your cheeks heat up, eyes widening from the realization.

How much had your mind been soiled in the recent hours that you now found even him being worried and protectively genuine so attractive? He was your best friend, and now your best friend was anxiously staring at you to answer if the man, invited into your apartment, had done anything bad to you.

You were so, so ruined. How could you? How could you soil his pure intentions like this?

You felt bad. Expressing your disappointment in yourself, you exhaled tiredly. As if noticing your face, Gojo moved, reaching behind him to grip the soft white blanket you two loved and shift over to you, even closer, throwing the blanket on yours’ bodies. The comforting warmth took you over, and you felt Gojo’s arm snake around your back, pulling slightly to make you lay your head on him.

You did, feeling the soft aura radiate him as you placed your head onto his shoulder. Your head craned, and the tip of your nose touched his exposed collarbone. Was he ill? Why was he so…unimaginably warm?

“I can tell you.” You heard yourself speak quietly. Finally, Gojo’s hair brushed against your forehead as he nodded his head.

“Of course, you can. I’ll listen to anything.”

“It’s a lot, I don’t wann—”

“I don’t care,” he shut you down, gently, with a small chuckle, blowing air through his nose. “I want to know. Anything.”

A moment of silence took the room over, during which you inhaled his comforting scent and tried to collect yourself enough to tell him the details.

“We were…talking. And he, suddenly, just, made me really, really mad. So, I stood up, said he should leave.” A barely audible, quiet whisper left your mouth as you practically whispered the words right next to his ear. Did you feel that if you said them any louder, he’d have a different reaction?

“Then he, uh, grabbed my wrist, and sorta’ spun me back around while standing up. So, I ended up on the couch and he was above me.”

‘Above me’.

‘Above me,’ the words hung heavily in the air, your mind ringing of the repeated breathiness your voice carried as you muttered them. A confession.

“He grabbed my chin, lifted it up… “

Your words were slow, each weighed with sensible guilt.

“Said he was gonna help me. I didn’t wanna…. I didn’t want to know what he meant but I still…asked. He got down on his knees. In front of me. Thought he was gonna… I thought he wanted to, uh, eat…you know, eat me out.”

When was the last time your cheeks had such heat while you mumbled the words ‘eat me out’ to a person? The whole thing, whole scenario, the confession of it all left you needing to gasp for air but you didn’t. Not yet.

“Then he took my sweatpants off…didn’t wanna—didn’t wanna stop him. I was, like, really, really…excited. Felt good.” It felt good. Felt good? Fuck that; compared to right now, your interaction with Geto was like the first messy, inexperienced and teeth-clashing make out session followed by nothing but creeping shame.

But now? Right now? You felt fucking better.

“He got on top of me. Pressed his, um, his hips against me. Like, put his weight all on me. I—it… felt…”

“Good?” The sudden appearance of Gojo’s voice shook the room, though his voice felt barely above a whisper. Involuntarily twitching under the blanket, you exhaled, feeling too afraid to say anything. “You did…” he spoke for you, this time whispering the words right next to your ear, lower than before. Had he gotten closer?

Nodding once, you didn’t move an inch further.

“He kiss you?”

“Oh, no, no. I pushed him away.” The statement was ripped from your throat with so much force just to deny it.

“Good…”

Good?

“Good job.”

Goosebumps encased your entire body, covering your arms, legs. Back of your neck.

It felt as if your soul rose, and began floating above the two of you, above the couch. Your soul had flown away right next to the ceiling and pressed itself shut against the rough texture. Body frozen completely, you kept your position in place, somehow still able to continue staring right at him.

Gojo moved first. His hand slowly crept out from under the warm blanket, heading towards his face, fingers gently gripping the edge of his blacked-out sunglasses. You didn’t avert your gaze; you wouldn’t have the ability to.

They brushed lightly against his cheek as he slid them off, blinking slowly as if to adjust to the newfound loss of darkness in his eyes. Worry formed in the very pit of your stomach, and your eyebrows furrowed upwards.

Soft hands against his face; you found yourself suddenly lifting your arms and pressing your palms to his eyes, feeling the surprised blink evident against them as his eyelashes brushed across your hands.

“Toru,” you mumbled quietly. “Don’t.”

Hearing a light chuckle from underneath your wrists, you pursed your lips slowly, opening your mouth just enough for your bottom lip to get caught in your teeth worryingly. “I’m fine, Y/N. Really. I’m okay,” he laughed, returning to his usual volume. You kept your hands still, not budging.

“Ah, come on. Lemme’ look at you—” Gojo expressed suddenly, and you swore you felt an unexpected coldness around your waist. However, you soon knew the reason – his arm had left the middle of your body and his huge hands came up to grab both of your wrists, gently starting to move your palms out of his face.

You let him, as if you could ever refuse. Another chuckle rang from him when he saw your expression – questioning and tense.

“C’mon!” he whined out. “Relax a bit, I ain’t dying, am I?”

It was a known fact for just how sensitive his brightly-lit, ocean-blue eyes were - so much so he insisted on wearing his glasses almost 24/7, even inside the apartment. Therefore, you had adopted a feeling of some worry whenever he took the cover off, after all, his eyes were so sensitive to the light.

You shook your head slowly, still looking at him. His eyes made it hard for you to look elsewhere, you couldn’t deny that. They were mesmerizing – hypnotizing you.

However, the feeling of him staring at you so intensely, and intently, stirred something in your stomach. You felt warm, restless, excited. Repositioning on the couch, you somehow tore your gaze away from his, but he didn’t.

“Hey,” said Gojo, lowly. “What you squirmin’ for? Calm down n’ look at me.”

The tone in which he spoke was miles away from the one he usually had. It felt smoother. Velvet-like. Octaves lower and calm, though somehow still teasing. You soon found yourself diverting your attention to his lips, the way they moved as he talked and how his tongue sometimes swiped across his bottom lip. Every movement of his held confidence, charm.

“You’re close.”

You’re close? What did that mean—?

Ah.

Lips parted; head leaned forward. When had you gotten so close to him?

“Y’look tortured. Is there something you want?” Gojo muttered quietly again, blinking, lips stretched into a smirk seeing how much your eyes widened after realizing your expression.

“I…”

“You?”

Words could never describe what you wanted, not to say that even you, yourself, knew. Did you want him closer? Did you want him on you?

In you?

Could you even express such wishes out loud? Somehow, you decided on keeping quiet. At least, for now. Growing more interested by the second, Gojo’s face changed again – eyebrows raising even further, him perking up. This meant bad news for you. You knew how he acted when he wanted to pry private information from you – he was merciless. Unsurprisingly, naturally leading to you giving in.

But you couldn’t. Not this time.

“Hey. What did he say…that made you so angry?” His eyebrows rose and the sudden question left his lips. How in the hell did he ask the most tactful questions at the worst moments? Swallowing the saliva in your mouth, you averted your gaze from his eyes and hummed. “He, uh… Well, he said you didn’t deserve me—and that you don’t take care of me well enough.”

Suddenly and unexpectedly spilling more than you intended to, you had once again subconsciously just given in to your best friend’s relentless probing. Your voice wavering in no way innocently as you muttered the word ‘care’ to him. He, though, laughed. He laughed.

“And?” he questioned, eyes sparkling with some weirdly-colored mischief.

“And…?”

“Is he right? I mean, what do you think?” Gojo chuckled, leaning back against the couch and extending his arms on the cushions behind him. Not expecting him to be so interested in your answer, you stopped in your tracks – taken aback.

“Uh—I, well, I don’t know—” “Sure you do. I wouldn’t be askin’ if I wasn’t sure you had an answer.”

‘Yes, yes, fuck it, he’s right! Geto’s right, I do feel like that—He’s right, I do want you to take care of me more, yes, I want you to fuck me right now—’ you thought. However, you couldn’t say it out loud. Not yet. If he were to make the first move, though, you wouldn’t have the ability to reject it, would you?

“C’mon,” Gojo mumbled – calm, gentle and patient. You followed his eyes as they fell down – down to your lips. Scanning your lower face with his gaze, he focused on it completely. He moved, too – tensed up beneath the blanket covering you both – his hand forming into a fist, then relaxing.

You didn’t answer, nor open your mouth. His hand rose, you could feel it move near your shoulder. Though, completely switching its direction, it then gracefully landed on your chin. One of his fingers bent, his index one, and you reacted too late after it gently grazed the underside of your lips.

Your lips.

Your body broke out in goosebumps – the small movement tickled and you felt yourself shiver. You suddenly felt the need to speak rise up to your throat. You felt the need to confess, confess everything you had thought of and wanted. You wanted him to know everything.

Eyes closing almost fully, you finally made eye contact with the man again. It was hard for you to notice, sure, but you were merely inches away from his face, getting closer by the moment. You didn’t care about the words ‘best’ or ‘friend’ anymore. All your mind was doing, was telling you to get closer. Get what you so desperately needed.

“Yes…” the words spilled from your mouth in a whisper. “He’s right.”

Your confession exploded, and the heaviness of your words spread all over the room along with it.

Such a statement of complete truth apparently fulfilled Gojo’s expectation – as the width of his smirk stretched even further. The finger he had left on your chin moved up, pressing against your bottom lip. You guessed it was bitten raw from facing your dilemmas.

“Thank you. Guess I’ll have to do better, then.”

Whatever came over Gojo in the next millisecond was unrecognizable to you, as, somehow, you were no longer sitting leaned on his figure.

You were, instead, on top of him and pressed flush against his body – straddling his hips.

His body was warm, warmer than ever before – he was burning up. You, though, felt the same warmth rise in you within seconds. Almost as if dissociating, your eyes traveled all over his face, not being able to concentrate on any expression he had. What was happening?

Truthfully, you couldn’t yet tell.

It seemed as if during whatever this was, Gojo felt anything but nervous. While your hands shot up immediately after realizing you had held them on his chest, he, instead, let his ones rise slowly – somehow ending up on the sides of your hips, holding on more gently than imaginable – not yet daring to press down. It felt like he was testing the situation, testing you, but, still, not saying a single word.

You wanted to speak out, mutter something, anything, but every sentence, statement, rather – word you had decided on saying instantly disappeared from your mind whenever he moved, or twitched.

You were on top of him, on top of your best friend, the one who you had been thinking about secretly for months now. He had initiated it, had teased you. Put his hands on you.

His hands. You felt them move again. Once more brushing against your clothed hip, they shot up a few more daring inches. This time he apparently had more confidence to grab you, put his hands on you. Pressing down, pressing his big hands down on your waist, he moved you – adjusted you on his lap.

He didn’t mutter a single word, either. Perhaps he was looking for the right one to say. He just spent his time letting his hands wander slowly on you, his movements self-restricted, limited. You stayed frozen, keeping your eyes glued on his – somewhat dominating, just as you had done with Geto mere moments ago.

“This what you want?” he unexpectedly spoke out – the intimacy of his words making shivers break out all over your body – and, due to the closeness you both currently held, he probably felt it, too. He felt the way your body shook while placed on top of his, and it looked like he had decided on your answer himself.

Your eyes softened – you knew they did. Feeling the way Gojo’s hands wrapped around your waist and pushed you harder against him made your eyes threatening to roll back – lips parting gently. You had closed your eyes for a moment, sure. You also blinked them open seconds later, gazing back at your best friend the same way you had done before, and

“Is this what you were missing?”

What?

His eyes, they’re…

His eyes were completely different. They were…

He was angry. His eyes were narrowed, eyebrows furrowed in a way you hadn’t seen ever before.

He looked unhinged.

Unable to take your eyes off his, you continued staring endlessly at him, at Gojo, and whatever emotion he was feeling. He seemed to want to tear you to bits, either figuratively or literally. But you knew that he couldn’t – he would never do that to you. Then what, what was this indescribably terrifying expression on his face that you couldn’t—

“Y/N.”

Gojo simply said your name. Said your name, though, of course, the word ‘said’ was incredibly incorrect to describe the way his tone dropped as he called out for you. He growled, snarled – mumbled your name as if he was going to eat you after you responded. Blinking a few times more, you opened your mouth in an attempt to reply with a meek, quiet ‘yes’. However, you then suddenly found yourself unable to do so.

In a split second, Gojo had flipped you over – flipped both you and himself over, to be exact. You gasped, inhaling a deep breath of air before your face fell directly onto the soft surface of the couch.

You were laying on your stomach, arms hopelessly moving in an attempt to find something to grip onto next to them; legs tense behind you. Your neck was craned uncomfortably straight, but the most troubling sensation was Gojo on top of you, thighs pressing you from both sides of your hips, and his ones pushed against your ass – holding you down.

You were pretty sure he laughed – chuckled as one of his hands moved forward and softly made contact with the back of your head. His fingers gently grazed along your hair, and, when he noticed you shifting your head while trying to get rid of the strands falling in your face, Gojo reached out to collect a bunch of your hair in his hand and brush it back, letting go after.

You struggled to collect any words – any words you could say, yell or scream at him. It seemed as if your mouth didn’t open, and your mind couldn’t form any logical sentences.

You weren’t at all sure of what he was planning or wanted to do, but you settled on holding out until it was clear, until you knew how to respond. Huffing, you managed to collect both of your arms from behind you and bring them to the front, putting them palm-down next to your head on the material below you.

Breathing in, perhaps more mentally than physically, you hoisted yourself up on your elbows and tried to ignore the weight that Gojo was laying on you. “Come on, what are you—” Your sentence was cut short the moment you noticed Gojo’s weight was no longer on you. He moved, rising up and relieving your hips from the pressure.

Instead, however, one of his arms quickly wrapped themselves around your waist, like he had previously done with his hands. He sighed, the noise reaching your ear shortly after. Pressing himself completely flush to you, he inhaled abruptly – making another shiver run down your body.

You were lifted up, and his single arm was holding you still, as your own ones hung desperately close to your sides.

You were out of breath, yielding for oxygen – your body being so close to his that it filled you with the same warmth he held – and not only on your skin or in your body’s temperature, but completely within you, too. You pushed back against him, breathing out weakly. Every movement you made or breath you took, his body moved right along with you, not missing a single twitch.

Pushing your ass back against him for the uncountable time, you felt yourself stop in your tracks – Gojo was gasping. He was inhaling his breath and releasing it shakily with an exhale right after. He was holding on to you as if you were his only want, his only need. His food and water.

“Satoru, I—”

“Don’t speak.”

A hand pressing itself to your mouth, like a coy warning of danger. Gojo’s big, soft hand gripping the entirety of your lower face as he moved back and then instantly pushed himself back against your ass, just like you had done seconds before.

“I just—” Gojo’s voice rang next to your ear, low. “I can’t explain it. I’m jealous. I—I want to take you. I need to have you,” he spoke, feeling how your thighs shook beneath him – responding well to every word.

There it was, that word-forward confession, the one you’ve failed to make over and over and over again, many times before, only to have him be the one to mutter it while having you bent over and clung to his form.

“I can’t bear the thought of someone else getting to you before me.”

And then he was releasing his tight hold of your face, letting you take in a deep breath of the heavy air flowing around the room you two were in. Only for the same hand to then grip your chin and lift it up lightly – towards the ceiling. You felt him place his face into the crook of your exposed neck and grin – the stretch of his lips evident against your skin. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually this possessive.”

Almost gasping at his movements, you let the corners of your lips curl upwards, his thumb then finding comfort on your lower lip. And you could feel him – hard, hot and pressing up against you.

“Satoru,” you heard yourself mutter; vision blurry and hearing senses heightened. “Toru, I don’t mind it. Just, please—please do something.”

“What will you do if I don’t? Gonna go back to the little friend you made today?” Gojo replied, cutting you off with an ambiguous smirk. “Gonna fuck him?”

His tone and choice of words grew more crude with every vowel – and you wondered how angry he actually was.

“What, if I hadn’t come home at the perfect time, you wouldn’t have fucked him? Oh, I know you wanted to.” His unoccupied hand moved lower. It moved, and your back arched against his front, while his large hand reached your sweatpants.

He untied the strings with a swift pull, and loosened your waistband.

“No, I wouldn’t have. I refused to kiss him—”

Gojo’s other hand, the one which had been holding the front of your chin, suddenly moved up and you felt him wrap his fingers around your lower face, shutting you up once again.

“So I’ve heard. If you’re gonna go around fucking my friends, maybe I should just take care of you myself.” You were so turned on. His voice had lost all of his usual cheerfulness, all of his teasing. He was full of pure desperation, purely desperate to be the one to have you. Just him. Just him and no one else.

Whimpering beneath his hand, you closed your eyes and pushed back against him.

“Yeah?”

Your best friend’s hand slowly slid into your sweatpants, not yet daring to touch you fully. He let his fingers travel all the way to your drenched underwear, and you felt him release a shaky breath right next to your ear. As if having broken his last string of reason, Gojo shifted and lifted his hand only to then slip it right into your lacy underwear.

You shook, trembling and using him as a wall to lean against as his fingers pressed down softly on your pulsating pussy. You blinked your eyes open as Gojo suddenly shoved his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, using them to manipulate you to open wider. You closed your eyes in ecstasy soon after, however; as Gojo slid the tips of his fingers against your sensitive core.

“Fuck. You said he wanted to eat you out?” he suddenly mumbled expressively, pressing his lips against your ear. Trying to find the strength in yourself to agree with his statement, you barely nodded, your body slowly melting against his. “Can I? Can I eat you out?”

Such a vulgar inquiry coming from Gojo made you shudder again, and you imagined him doing exactly what he just offered to do.

“Mh—Mhm, you can. I want you to,” you shakily exclaimed, trying to deal with the overflowing amount of sensations you were experiencing and feeling in that moment.

“You want me to?”

Suddenly, you were pushed and fell against the soft fur of the blanket you previously had been cuddling under. Seemingly wasting no time, Gojo pulled you closer to himself and hoisted his arms under your back, swiftly picking you up from the couch. You let out a surprised yelp, burying your face into your best friend’s neck as he carried you into his bedroom.

“Yours?” you questioned, words muffled by his skin.

“It was closer,” Gojo replied, a grin endowing his lips.

“Liar. You just wanted to see me on your—,” was all you could lead with before getting thrown onto the bed, the strong sensation cutting your sentence off. Seemingly ending up on top of you in an instant, Gojo went right back to feeling you up with his hands, them sliding under your shirt.

You were not yet able to catch up with whatever he had planned in his mind, as you were still stuck on his warm hands burning whenever he had touched before realizing he had already taken your pants off in a smooth motion and had spread your trembling legs far apart.

Shifting himself way down lower on the messy bed, Gojo hoisted his greedy hands under your thighs and pulled you roughly towards himself, you expressing your surprise with a gasp.

“Satoru–wait.”

“I can’t,” he muttered and you craned your neck down to see him towering above your lower half, staring straight at you with his hypnotizing blue eyes. His pupils were dilated, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “I want you.”

You couldn’t find the correct words to respond and continued watching as he dipped his head lower to you, pressing his face against your thigh and rubbing against it like some…cat. Streaks of his white hair fell onto your bare skin and you felt shivers run down your spine, you not being able to stop yourself from throwing your head back onto the soft covers.

You felt his lips brush vividly against your skin, morphing into a slight smirk as Gojo felt your back arch beneath him. Somewhat suddenly, he opened his mouth, kissing the soft flesh of your thigh. You bit down on your tongue, however he wasn’t content with your withholding.

A mean chuckle rang from the man in front of you, and seconds later, he pressed his tongue sheepishly onto you, awfully close to the place where it ached the most. “Ah, you–you’re all talk,” you whimpered loudly, using your elbows to support yourself as you whipped your head back up. You were met with Gojo once again staring daggers at you, this time keeping contact just for a slim moment, before his daring eyes traveled down to your lips and later, neck.

Probably understanding what you meant, or, rather, not being able to tease himself anymore, Gojo bit down harshly on your other thigh before rising up and grabbing your legs. Raising them both up in front of you, he grinned widely and caught his lower lip between his teeth as his arms moved mechanically to raise your hips and take your underwear straight off.

“All talk?” he mumbled lowly in a sultry tone, watching your frustrated eyes soften as he brought his hips right to yours, rock-hard against your ass. To your surprise, it seemed you had gotten too invested in the current situation to realize just how sneakily your best friend had taken his earlier-worn pants off and thrown them somewhere onto the floor of his room.

After pulling away quickly, Gojo glanced down, dangerous smile growing even darker. He dropped down low again, now facing your pussy directly. You were soaked, dripping and begging him to take you now. However, he had certainly found himself to harbor a whole bunch of sadistic tendencies as felt completely content with not giving you what you so desperately earned for just yet.

“Pull on my hair,” he spoke under his breath, rushing to fix his position on the bed. Just before you even opened your mouth to disagree or agree, he had already placed his needy mouth on your pussy. You gasped, arching immediately as both your hands complied easily to Gojo’s request - flying to grip handfuls of his white, messy locks. The vibration of his groan reverberated against you, and your hips buckled at the sensation.

“That’s it, take it,” was what he managed to command while roughly kissing your sensitive pussy and pressing his tongue on you. It was messy, your fluids dripping all over the sheets as you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his face - gradually getting wetter from your arousal.

Just how he had instructed you to, you kept your hold on his hair, fingers desperately tightening as his jaw fell slack to take more of you in. You knew he was experienced, that much any person could tell from the confidence Gojo held, however, if even his head game was this strong, then his…

A loud moan was ripped from your throat as Satoru roughly slapped the inside of your thigh, the area burning from impact soon after.

“Fuck–Toru, why–”

“You’re distracted. What are you thinking about?” His eyes rose up to look straight into yours, tongue still out to lick his cum-coated lips. The heat on your cheeks burned strong, and your hands instinctively shot up to cover your face. “It better not be anyone else but me, sweetheart. Mm?” His own hands met yours, pulling at them to show your face. His fingers wrapped around your wrists and brought them together, moving them down against your stomach.

“Your…”

“My?” he retorted immediately, facing down to place a sweet kiss against your swollen pussy. This emitted a mix of a whimper and gasp from you, making you throw your head back.

“Your cock–okay? Your…”

Gojo’s movements froze, and his eyes once again met yours. “My dick?” He retorted, a sheepish smirk endowing his face, him visibly giddy. “Okay, you can see it after you come from my tongue, alright? Just once, for me.”

Nodding instinctively, or perhaps his tone was just that much convincing, you agreed instantly and he lowered himself right back down, still keeping your wrists together with one of his hands, while the other caressed your skin for comfort. His tongue began working just as much as it had a few minutes ago, Gojo seemingly yearning to give you more pleasure than you could handle.

You tried to bite your tongue back, of course, however his sloppy kisses grew heavier and the noises of his tongue against your dripping pussy grew louder, filling up the room to the point where even they contributed to your growing orgasm. It was embarrassing, sure, but no amount of embarrassment could take away from the pleasure Satoru was making you feel at that moment.

Whimpering and moaning his name loudly encouraged him, as he pressed himself closer and closer to you, practically making you ride his face. Your back was arched desperately and you tried tugging your hands away from his hold on them to grab the sheets, his hair or anything else, but he didn’t even flinch, entranced by your taste and the sounds you were spilling. The overwhelming sensation was taking you over, and soon it was going to be too much.

‘Too much!’ or ‘wait’ in some sadistic way seemed to only heighten Gojo’s excitement as he shoved his tongue deeper or sucked against your swollen bud harder.

Gasping out a “I’m close–!”, you threw your head back against his pillow, a string of filthy moans leaving your mouth with a desperate tone that you’ve never heard yourself sound like before.

“That’s my sweet girl,” was what Satoru mumbled to himself, mostly, as he gripped your wrists tighter and pushed his body onto yours to hold you down before forcing an overstimulating orgasm out from you, making you spill all over his face. Your entire body shook from the intense sensation.

You gasped and called his name repeatedly, him kissing your forehead a few times before his hand moved to grip your face and pull it away from his chest. Satoru made you look at him - your eyes all teary and barely open, cheeks flushed and wet from your tears, lips swollen and red.

“I know, that was strong, huh?” He pampered your face with small kisses as you nodded weakly. Too bad you closed your eyes as he did so, or you would have noticed the way his eyes gleamed and lips stretched into a mean, however proud grin. Only he could have you crying for him like this.

“Are you alright? Feeling all good, right?” Satoru asked calmly, still looking deep into your eyes, and you found yourself nodding in agreement. Your hands dropped to his lower half, grasping needily. “Ah, of course, I promised…” He mumbled before slowly rising up, towering above you. He was staring down at you, his hair messy and only his boxers covering his body. The strain was visible clearly against the thin material of the aforementioned cloth, and it looked uncomfortably tight. Observing your reaction, Gojo pulled his boxers down.

“Oh God, that’s…” you heard yourself mutter, eyes widening in sudden excitement and terror as you reveled in his size. Maybe there indeed was a reason why he had so much experience, after all.

“Touch it.” His tone didn’t sound calm anymore. This was an order.

“Okay,” you smiled sweetly, looking up at him. His eyebrows furrowed in tension, and you felt a warm hand on the back of your head, slightly pushing you closer. You felt your pussy twitch from such an action of his, and you obeyed his orders as your hand slowly rose and ended up around his cock, gripping softly. He threw his head back, and you continued to move your hand slowly, using the dripping precum as lubricant. His hips suddenly jerked into your hand, and, after looking up at Gojo, you saw his face contorted in delight from the sensation.

“Ugh…that–” he gasped, the hand that was gently holding your head starting to lightly stroke your hair. “That feels so good, but…I can’t wait any longer. I wanna’ fuck you.”

Your heart jumping at the words, you found yourself nodding and removing your hands from his body. Eyes wide and glossed over, you stared at him as he knelt lower to you, still softly stroking your head in the motion. Soon, his lips were pressed against yours.

His lips.

He kissed you, deep, slow and sloppy, you reciprocating as a few breathy sighs slipped from your lips. Gojo was taking his time, sure, as his hands found their way onto your face - one of them grasping the back of your head while the other held and caressed your cheek, as if to soothe you.

This was your first kiss together. Even in the tension-filled and intimate nature of this situation, the kiss took all breath out of you and you were sure nothing else he’d do would feel as good as this did. Not even his…

“Y/N. Lay down,” was what Satoru spoke before gently pushing you backwards, making you lean against his pillows. You tried to find the will to nod, however nothing was there. “Don’t be scared, I’ll help you.” He muttered again, but you couldn’t listen.

“I like you,” you mumbled, eyes focused onto the lower half of Gojo’s face. Your confession emitted a breathless chuckle from the man, him gripping the side of your face lightly and nodding, right after placing a small kiss against your lips. “I know, sweet girl. Where are you? Come back–” he whispered, brushing his thumb against your cheek in an attempt to bring your attention back to the situation at hand.

“You’re dissociating while trying to fuck me? I don’t like that,” Gojo laughed quietly. an understanding smile curving his lips upwards, him moving his hand to your chin and gently shaking your head with his grasp. “I’m happy my kiss made you like this, but…” His face scrunched up in a playful, questioning expression, him lifting your chin up to look at you better.

“Sorry,” you muttered, smiling. “I’ve wanted to do that for…a long time, I suppose.”

“And you only realized that now?” Satoru retorted, eyebrows furrowing in sudden mischief. “I was suppressing it.” I muttered, eyes trailing away from the man in front. A chuckle rang from him, and his hand was on your chin again, stroking soothingly.

“Well, you won’t have to do that anymore, okay?” he found himself answering, and only a small sliver of a second saved the both of you from the dawning realization of the changes you were about to go through, more specifically, of your relationship and your feelings.

“I’ll fuck you as looong as you’d like.”

Before an existential crisis could ensue, Gojo’s lips were pressed against yours once more, this time with heaps more of fervor and need. No longer slow, nor careful - it seemed as if he was craving to just eat you up.

Your arms moved to his bare waist, wrapping themselves around him and pulling him closer. There were no words needed as Satoru pressed himself to your dripping pussy. Pushing the tip in barely, you watched him elicit a strained, self-restriction laced reaction - his fingers digging deep into your hips. You too returned his constriction, letting your nails slide across his back as if a cat sharpening its claws against a thinly-veiled sofa.

You both hissed at the same time, sucking air in sharply in response to the awaited warmth. A few muffled curses left Gojo’s mouth as he suddenly bucked his hips. Catching his face with your hand, you let your fingers wander into his hair, brushing it slowly. You were so tight. “I should’ve stretched you out more,” an ambiguous expression appeared on his face, visibly concerned for you and disappointed in his lack of thinking.

Huffing quietly, you felt your lips curve into a slight grin and with your hand still on the side of his face, you brought his head down gently, turning to whisper into his ear.

“You can just stretch me out with your cock,” you muttered in a low tone, and Gojo’s grip on your waist got so strong it hurt.

“You think you can take it? Suit yourself,” he spoke, eyes dimming and a smirk creeping onto his lips. Without warning, his strong arms flexed as he lifted your lower body from the bed, and his hips thrusted roughly.

You gasped, eyes brimming with tears. He went on, head falling back as his thrusts got deeper with each one. Your hands released him and instead clung onto the sheets. Your entire lower body pulsated, pleasure nearing ends with pain. As much as you resisted, your mouth fell open, moans endlessly leaving your throat.

As your eyes opened, you saw him staring straight at you, a satisfied expression heavenly contorting his face.

“Thought you said you could take it. You crying?” Shaking your head denyingly, you gripped onto his bicep, nails digging into his skin just the same as previously. Satoru felt it, baring his teeth momentarily, however when you glanced at him next he was already coming closer to you, seconds later catching your lips in a hot, deep kiss. Your moans kept falling out of your mouth even during the kiss, and Gojo reciprocated each one with his tongue.

His cock felt wonders better than you had ever imagined, not that you had until recently. He pressed against your walls perfectly, ripping your breath away every time. You clung onto him, letting your moans get muffled by his skin, as his movements didn’t cease. His name fell from your lips endlessly, and you never truly realized how beautiful it sounded up until right now.

“Does it still hurt?”

Idiot, you thought. So he did care. Shaking your head softly, you noticed him smiling barely visibly, beforing lowering himself to your neck and leaving loving bites all over your skin.

“You marked me with your nails first. Hope you don’t mind I return the favor,” he breathed out between kisses. Of course, you didn’t.

Both his mouth and cock were rough, dabbling on the edge of ‘too-much’, however you didn’t have it in you to tell him to stop. You knew he wouldn’t, and you knew you would never forgive him if he did. After abusing your soft skin with his teeth, Satoru leaned back, staring down at the piece of art he had created on your neck. Satisfied, he threw his head back and let his hands fall down onto the headboard of the bed, thrusting so hard and deep you swore you heard the bed crack.

Releasing the messy sheets, you instead clung onto his form, hugging him desperately as the tightness in your lower body grew stronger with each time his cock filled you up. Craving his loving lips, you had no choice but to reach your trembling hand out, touching the side of his face gently and pulling him closer to you. His eyes were glued to your face, his glossed-over ocean-blue eyes trailing every moment your own threatened to roll back. He didn’t kiss you, not yet, instead let his nose touch yours, and his open, however grinning mouth pressed itself against your lips.

You felt your thighs begin to shake, Gojo slowing down his hips and instead rewarding you with slow, deep and rough thrusts. It felt like this way he was going even further, filling you up right to the brim. Your waist burned, and so did your back from the way he was holding you up. Muttering a quiet ‘ouch’, you glanced up at Gojo, whose eyes showed he was not fully present in the moment, rather lost in pleasure.

“Toru, my waist,” you mumbled, your voice low and soft. Smiling, he gave a strong thrust before ceasing them at all, swallowing thickly and opening his mouth to speak.

“We’ll change positions after I cum, so… try and help me,” he answered, his arms coming down to wrap you in a tight embrace. “How?” you muttered weakly into his ear, feeling your entire lower body ache from the absence of his movements, though his cock stayed inside, throbbing against your walls.

“Kiss me,” was what he replied with, a wild smirk curling his lips. Nodding slowly, you gripped his chin and pressed your lips against his, kissing him softly. Surprisingly, a quiet laugh rang from the man in front of you and only a mere second differentiated his laugh from how suddenly his lips were once again on yours, his tongue prying your own lips open and shoving itself into your mouth. His hips didn’t move, not once, as he stayed buried in your dripping pussy. Pushing you down, he slyly pulled you into a mating press, continuing to entertain with deep kisses.

The ache in your core felt as if it was bubbling over and stopping just right before the edge due to the lack of movement. Whining into his mouth, you felt your hips move, grinding on him. Chuckling against your lips, Satoru pulled away, tracing your expression.

“I can fill you up inside, right?” he mumbled, mouth going down to bite at your jaw, then earlobe, then collarbone. Your head was spinning, dizzy and thoughtless. Nodding, you caught his lips in yet another kiss. You knew what he wanted this time, so you wasted no time in pressing your tongue against his, kissing him deeply. A frustrated groan was ripped from Satoru’s throat, and he gripped your hips before rutting into you, his thrusts uncoordinated, fast and rough.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good. Gonna fill you up with my cum.”

Releasing a desperate moan, you once again clung to his warm body, pressing your face into his bare chest as the tip of his cock lightly bumped against your cervix with each time he bottomed out. Your legs shook, beginning to feel numb not only from the position you were in, but from how roughly Gojo was fucking you, as well.

Crying out his name repeatedly, you let your nails draw down his back, scratching the soft skin.

Satoru released you from his arms, rather pushing you down into the mattress with his hips, and placed one of his hands onto your lower belly, pressing lightly. Your moans didn’t stop for one moment, however you averted your gaze to his hand, confused.

“This is how deep I am. Feel it?” Mumbling quietly, Gojo chuckled, letting his other hand fall on your thigh, his thumb sneaking soft caresses against your swollen clit. “Gonna cum right here.” Legs shuddering with each touch, you grasped his face lightly and caught your best friend in a lustful, long kiss, feeling yourself melt right into his arms.

“So much better than him,” you heard him groan against your ear, voice low and raspy. “I’ll fuck you so much better than him,” he repeated, and you were undoubtedly sure he was referring to Geto. You let your head fall back with a struggled laugh, reacting at his evident jealousy.

“I know,” you whined between his rough thrusts, humoring him for the moment.

“You don’t–though. You know what, I wanna see him, ugh, fuck you–just to prove how much better I am.”

His hand then rose to your chin, grasping the sides of your face and pulling it closer to his. Leaning in, he spent just a second gazing into your glossed eyes before engulfing you in a deep, meaningful kiss. Ironically, his sweetness did not compensate for how sadistically he thrust into you, swallowing your moans with his mouth. His other hand moved to your clit, abusing the sensitive spot.

You came.

Your vision blurred, tears spilling desperately down your flushed cheeks as you did so, thighs shaking not only from the tough position, but more so the almost painful high you experienced. So did he, Satoru, press himself fully into you as he finished moments later, filling your insides up.

You felt him burst inside you, intense warmth encasing your lower stomach and you bit his lip down, hard, perhaps as a punishment for his possessive act.

“Mine, only I get to cum inside,” he rambled, thrusting just a few another times before pushing himself in to the hilt once more. Clutching onto him, you both stayed quiet for quite some time, breathing heavily as you gasped from the sensation of him still inside. Satoru lowered his head down to your lips, gently pressing his own against your swollen ones.

“I like you, too, Y/N/N.”

“So I’ve heard,” you retaliated, mocking his earlier reply with a wide, tired smile.

Then, he pulled out momentarily only to thrust right back in immediately, as if he could not bear even the implication of not being inside. Whining his name out, you grabbed his chin, forcing him to stare directly at you. Your eyes burned with bewilderment. His eyes were still dazed.

“You asked for it. Don’t try to run away now.”

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