ꮼ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : satoru gojo toji fushiguro choso kamo. kirara hoshi.
Gojo knew he was attracted to you—he knew it & had shoved it down for years—it didn't matter if he was in love with you; he'd rather only have you as a friend than lose you entirely.
So how the fuck could he let this happen?
How the hell did he let himself get so swept up in shitty wine that he hooked up with the girl he'd spent almost a decade trying to stomp out a crush on?
Your head pressed snuggly against his chest with soft snores escaping every once in a while, legs tangled together, and a firm arm holding you steady as he thought over the events of the night before.
Kissing after one too many drinks, pushing and pulling each other against counters, roaming hands, Gojo practically hauling you over his shoulder & carrying you to his room, the noises you made, the way you said his name like you needed him.
Last night was something he'd been craving for years, but what if it meant nothing to you? Just a drunken hookup with your best friend?
"Mm." He felt your yawn reverberate against his chest, arm curling over his chest as you pressed your face further into his chest. "Fuck. It's too early."
His hand instinctively rubbed over your shoulder as he flicked his gaze to the clock.
You managed to tire him out so much he slept for half the day!?
"Are you okay?" He whispered, pressing his chin on the top of your head. free arm pulling the blanket a bit higher so you were properly covered.
"Sore" was the only word you grunted against his chest before stiffening up & pulling back to meet his piercing blue eyes. "You were rough, Toru—wait..."
Gojo watched as you assessed the situation—it didn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together.
"...What's wrong—" he whispered, sitting up & pulling you with him, tucking the blanket over your shoulders to help cover you. "Did I do something wrong?"
"What!? No, no, of course not," You assured, waving a hand between you two. " I Just... ruined us because you looked cute tipsy—"
"Oh? You think I'm cute?" He wiggled his brows, relaxing as he grasped your hand, gently guiding it to rest in his lap as he rubbed over your knuckles.
"Gojo—this is not the time to joke around. How are you not more freaked out?" You hissed, eyes dropping instantly to your cradled hand, blinking at the care he was treating it with.
He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the palm before placing it back in his lap. "Simple."
"How is this simple?" You groaned, eyes flicking back up to his bright blue eyes that softened at your glance.
"I had my freakout before you woke up." He admitted, an unsure waver in his tone as he gave your hand a soft squeeze. "And there's nothing we can do to take... that back, but if it was just a drunken night, then I can ignore it for you."
"Was it... just a drunken mistake to you?" His voice softened, just slightly, his forehead tilting closer towards you, almost instinctively.
"Toru." You sighed, your voice almost a whisper as you squeezed his hand back. "Don't you think I would have dashed out in the middle of the night if it meant nothing to me?"
"Yeah?" He whispered, his free hand coming up to slither around the back of your neck, pulling you closer till your faces were barely inches apart. "So, you liked it?"
"You didn't say whether it was a drunken mistake to you—"
"Of course not, it was heaven on earth." He deadpanned, fingers brushing gently over the back of your neck. "Now, tell me just how much you liked it."
He bit down on the smirk that fought so furiously to grow when your breath hitched. "Gojo, you better promise you're not trying to fuck with me right now—"
"Hey, hey. I'm serious, I promise. Last night... meant a lot to me." He whispered, slipping his hand to cradle your cheek instead, bringing your hand to kiss over your knuckles. "I'm not fucking with you."
"Then, yeah. I liked it." Your hand guided his to your lips, ghosting a kiss over his knuckles. Gojo instantly relaxed into your touch, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as a giddy smile grew over his lips.
"Enough to do it again sometime?"
"Gojo—" You hissed, clamping a hand over his mouth before giggling. "It seems like you're the one who wants in my panties again." You slowly took your hand off his mouth as he nodded.
"Of course I do. You don't just have heaven for one night and say sayonara." He groaned, pulling your forehead against his.
"Are you just trying to get laid again?" You deadpanned, rolling your eyes at his flattery.
"No, I mean it, I really like you, and I had a great time last night... So, maybe we can try an actual date sometime instead of just pouncing on each other—I don't mind if you want to do that, but I really want that date."
"Oh, Gojo." Your lips found his, giving him a chaste & affectionate kiss before pulling back. "I would love to."
Well, damn it. That's what repeated itself in Toji's thoughts when he woke up in his motel room to find you half-naked and fast asleep on top of him.
He knew he had a problem with sleeping around—that was how he coped with his cards dealt in life—but he actually liked you; you had managed to break through to him, and he just had to ruin it with lust.
"Just great fucking going there, Toji." He muttered to himself, adjusting his palm on the small of your back, brushing his thumb in sweeping circles over the soft skin.
His eyes fell to your face, eyes relaxed, cheek pressed against his pec, breathing in sync with him.
The night before was a blur of passion. Sting of teeth nipping at each other, pulling each other's clothes off; for the first night in so long, Toji felt like a teenager again.
He felt truly alive with each thrust into you, each whine of his name, and the feeling of your nails sinking into his flesh as you came—the night felt addictive from the start, & he hated it.
"Why are you talking? Go back to sleep." You groaned, digging your face deeper into the tough muscle below your cheek.
"Y/n. Ya' gotta wake. We need to talk." His voice rasped, gently peeling you into a sitting position on top of him.
"Toji—" you squeaked, covering your breasts with his discarded shirt as he pressed his head back against the cheap motel pillows.
"After last night, you do not get to be embarrassed by me seeing your tits." He hissed, dragging a hand down his face, peeking over his fingertips as you pulled the oversized tee on.
"After last night, you should know I need my beauty sleep." Your hands found his chest, gently tapping against the firm skin. "Why'd you wake me?"
One of his hands fell over yours, gently holding your wrist in place. "Last night... we slept together. I wanted to check on your dumbass, make sure that you're ok... that we're ok?"
Your fingers paused their ministrations, face softening as you stared down at him.
This was probably the only time you've ever seen Toji so vulnerable.
Even if he was hiding it under his constant scowl, you could see the tenderness in his eyes as he awaited your answer.
"Of course I'm fine, Toji... Why wouldn't I be?" You whispered, leaning closer, brushing your thumb against his skin as you slowly maneuvered your fingers to be intertwined with his.
"Yeah, no shit." He waved his palm in a jerky dismissal, his hands finding your waist to hold you steady against him. "But we're still going to be friends, right? Last night didn't ruin everything?"
"Toji..." You whispered, features softening into almost a smile as his face straightened back into his signature scowl.
"Don't look at me like that." He hissed, pulling his hands away like touching you was burning his flesh.
"Toji, I was an equal participant last night—just as eager as you were. Nothing was ruined, you idiot." You mumbled, curling your hand against his chest. "It's okay; I'm okay."
"Wasn't too rough with ya?" He sighed, meeting your gaze for just a moment as he sat up against the headboard. "Right?"
"Do I look like someone who has any complaints?" You teased, slipping your palm from over his chest up to cup his cheek. "You did so well last night; I liked it. I enjoyed myself. Did you?"
"Toji Fushiguro, in all the years I've known you, you've never acted scared. So don't be right now." You hissed, pressing your palm over his lips. "We had sex, we liked it, and neither of us bolted in the night. Take. The. Win."
He gently grabbed your wrist, pulling it away from his mouth with a grunt. "Wins taken. What now?"
"Now, you keep rubbing my back & let me sleep." You huffed, pulling on his tee shirt before lying back down on top of him. "It was soothing."
"Fuckin' crazy," Toji grunted, adjusting you on his chest before his meaty palm found the small of your back again, holding. "Yer' fuckin' crazy."
He hadn't expected that to happen. Choso could never have expected to have sex with you—or that sex could feel so good.
But that was the least of the thoughts racing his mind; what was really eating at him was, 'What if she hates me forever?"
That thought was racing through him with every soft, sleepy noise you made against his chest.
Messy hair, clothes thrown about your bedroom, the soft blanket pulled up to your shoulder, his hand cupped around your side, warm against your flesh.
He couldn't believe what he'd done, how you'd felt around him, the noises you made—the noises he made, the words whispered after he'd pulled out, how fast you were to fall asleep on him.
It was overwhelming & he didn't know how to process it.
"Mm. Cho?" You yawned, pressing up on your elbow as your eyes met his, fighting back a giggle at the sight of his buns down and his hair strewn over your pillows.
"Yes?" He whispered, adjusting his hand to rest softly against your back.
"You're tense; what's wrong?" You mumbled, pressing a palm to his cheek, rubbing over his mark gently.
"Are you mad about last night?" Choso squeaked, avoiding your gaze, free hand fidgeting with the threads of your sheets.
"What?" Your eyes widened, stiffening up for just a second before straddling his hips. "What do you mean "am I mad about last night?" I—Choso, that was the time of my life."
His cheeks flushed instantly at the weight of your bare body hitting his bare body.
"Promise?" He whispered, tilting his head a little as he tucked the blanket back over your shoulders. "I didn't fuck everything up?"
"Choso..." You mumbled, cupping his jaw with both hands as you tilted his chin up. "I had the time of my life last night, I'm estatic about last night, not... mad."
"So... you enjoyed yourself?" He whispered, sitting up until your chests were almost flush together, "I know I did..."
"Choso." You mumbled, stroking up his back slowly as your gaze fell to his lips. "I don't know if you could call my life living before last night—no one has ever made me feel like that before."
His gaze flicked to your lips too, pausing momentarily before crashing into them with a needy, desperate kiss.
He felt his breath stutter as your nails sank into his back, whimpering as he pulled back.
"Jesus, warn me next time." He whined, archng into your touch before pulling you into another kiss.
When is kissing your best friend ever a good idea? Never. When is fucking your best friend a good idea, also never.
Kirara knew that, which was precisely why she was so pissed at herself when she woke up & felt your bare skin against hers.
Even though... the memories from the night before were enough to get her heart racing & the pool of heat in her stomach to wake up again.
She was still so pissed at herself.
How could she ever ruin your friendship like this—the first person who accepted her as a woman, and she fucked her. How could she be so stupid.
"Kir?" Your voice dragged her out of her head, noticing the worried expression painted over your features as your hands found her arms. "Hey, hey, you're shaking... what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry—" She whimpered, voice trembling as she gasped out a sob. "I'm so so sorry please don't hate me."
"What the fuck!?" You yelped, dragging her into your chest, cradling her there as the tears spiling down her cheeks burnt against the skin of your breasts.
"I'm so sorry, please y/n, please don't hate me—" She whimpered out, muffled by your flesh. "I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore, but please, god, don't hate me."
"Kirara, what the fuck are you rambling about." You whispered, stroking her hair in an attempt to soothe her.
"We... we... slept together. I fucked you." She hissed, pulling back just enough to stare at you with shiny eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Kirara. Where exactly did you get the Idea I was going to hate you? Was it me cuddling into your chest? Kissing your thighs last night? The blowjob? Playing with your hair? The fact I held your hand when you were trying to rearrange my insides?"
Kirara choked on a sob as she pressed her face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in for a moment before wrapping her arms around your waist.
"So we're ok?" She whispered into your skin, tensing as your warm palm pressed form between her shoulder blades.
"Of course we're okay Kir." You mumbled, pressing your cheek to the top of her head, pulling her closer. "I just hope next time you don't freak out like this?"
"Next time?" Kirara squeaked, pulling back to stare at you intensely. "You want to do it again?" Her hands found your cheeks, squishing them firmly, "You want to have sex... again?"
"Did you forget how good last night was? You teased, a giggle muffled by Kirara's grip of your face. "I thought I was going to pass out for a second there—you were so good it was cruel Kir."
"So... what does that mean for us?" She whispered glancing away from you before crossing her arms over her chest. "Are we still going to be friends? Or just people who slept together?"
"What? We were idiots for fucking—it didn't hit me how fucked we were."
"I want you to kiss me." You stated, cupping her cheek. "Multiple times, once, daily, a lot, whatever. I want you Kirara."
"You're stupid." She hissed, gaze flicking to your lips. "I kissed you enough last night."
"Maybe you got me addicted." You mumbled, stiffening for only a moment as Kirara slammed her lips into yours, a claiming kiss as her hands found you waist.
"Ok, yeah... I wanna get used to doing that." She whispered, breathlessly, as she pulled back, pressing her forehead to yours. "Thank you."