Not bothering to look through the window or peep hole, you swing the door open wide. Hot air escapes past you to the crisp outside, sending a light cool breeze past your ankles and into the house that causes you to shiver. You blink up at your visitor in a daze, eyes puffy, hair a mess, and bags under your eyes for days.
Satoru Gojo stands at your door, smile quickly fading from his face at the sight of you.
âShit,â He starts, holding up the 6 pack that rested at his side. âI guess you do need these, huh?â His smile came back soft and apologetic. You gesture him in without a word to which he gladly accepts. 2 long steps and heâs in the house, giving it a good look over.
You offer to take the beers from him, leaving 2 out on the coffee table along with a few empty bottles and glasses and taking the rest to the fridge. When you shuffle back into the living room heâs already sprawled out on the couch popping open his drink. Taking the seat next to him you reach for yours, but heâs already grabbed it and is twisting off the lid for you.
âThank you..â You take it half heartedly- but his hand brushes yours awkwardly and thatâs enough to make you flustered. Gojo was naturally flirty with everyone, but never usually with you. Nanami had voiced his displeasure with the white haired manâs usual tone with you at the beginning of your relationship, so it was always a friendly or professional interaction. Which never bothered you until now.
âCanât have a pretty little lady like you open her own drink now can I?â His voice was loud, it always was, but you didnât mind. The company was nice. Yet for some reason you felt⊠wrong. Nanami would have never let him call you that.
âGojoâŠâ He looked up, passing the bottle to you. âYou donât have to come over here and hang out with me you know.â Your eyes fixed to the floor, brows pressed together in confusion. âItâs not your job to make sure Iâm alright. Bedside, Kento would be pretty uncomfortable with you-â He cut you off quickly as your voice started to shake.
âNanami should have thought about that before doing something stupid then.â He was standing now, grabbing your shoulders and looking you dead in the eyes. âYou were all our friend first and he made his choice to take that for himself. That doesnât change that the rest of us care about you. Donât go through it alone when you have all of us.â That did it.
Hot tears streamed down your face as you started to choke on nothing. His arms quickly wrapped you in a tight embrace and after a few throat scratching sobs, he eases you back onto the couch.
About an hour passes. Youâve cried, youâve screamed, youâve laughed, cried again, and now you sit here, light weight sloshed off 4 of the 6 beers the man brought into the house.
Gojo at some point went a rummaged your bathroom to find your makeup wipes, admitting it was hard for him to see you with makeup streaming down your face. He also brought your makeup bag in case you wanted to patch what the tears destroyed.
He decided to wipe the eyeliner streaks off himself as you continued to ramble.
âAnd he didnât even have the courtesy to tell me  WHY he decided to break up, not even a sign! What am I supposed to do with THAT?!â You pout, crossing your arms dramatically.
âMaybe..â he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and laid his palm against your cheek. â he just couldnât handle you properly.â The warmth of his other hand sliding up your leg sends a hot flash across your body, alcohol and loneliness betraying every fiber in your body.
âW-waitâ But its too late, his lips brush yours gently, asking silent permission. Hesitantly you reach a hand up to meet his cheek the same way and thatâs all he needed. Hungrily sinking into your mouth, he snakes his other arm around your waist, leaning you back into the couch cushions.
âTake your shirt off, youâre over heating.â He murmurs into your skin, trailing kisses down your neck to the collar of your oversized long sleeve shirt.
âGojo..â Your voice breaks, unsure how you actually feel through the hazy static of alcohol and pleasure.
âIts ok, I just want to make it hurt a little less.â He nips gently at your flushed skin, licking a line of saliva up your throat to your jaw. This forces a moan to slip past your gritted teeth.
Before you know it you lay there, shirt gone, bra never present, and Satoruâs fluffy hair gently tickling your thighs as he continues his smoochie assault down the lower half of your body. Your legs were trembling at this point, and every other sound to come from your mouth is either a gasp or moan, occasionally giggling when you could feel the tickle of his teeth.
âAre you sure you want this?â His nose nuzzled the hem of your shorts. âI did get you a little buzzed before this.â He smiled, looking up at you, to which you gave a small nod, gasping as he immediately slipped your shorts off and tossed them to the side.
Anything to ease the pain in your heart. Even temporarily. Nanami never did anything like this with you. If you were drunk, it was a no go. When you suggested it was your turn to be on the receiving end of oral he would mumble some nonsense about not participating in such sloppy activity, then canceling their sexy time all together at the thought of it.
 Recollecting his face in those moments stung. He was always so serious and⊠bland?
Before you had a chance to get any deeper into that thought, Gojo had his thumb gently rubbing the fabric covering your wet sensitivity, first in circles around your entrance, then up and down, Â confidently feeling your slit and gently pressing into your clit with each pass. When he was satisfied with the wet spot he created in your panties he fished around in his pockets looking for something.
âWhyâd ya stop?â you said it a little brattier than intended and it made him chuckle. Was Gojo always this hot? Realizing suddenly that Ken had really occupied your mind so much from the beginning that you never even spared your gaze to another man in years.
Triumphantly he finds what heâs looking for, gently placing his black blindfold in your hand.
 âPut this on for me.â His perfect white smile melts through every layer of ick youâve felt all day. You lean all the way back into the arm of the couch and slip it over your head, giggling nervously.
 âHave you been blindfolded before?â he asks, bringing memories back of the few times Nanami had fastened his tie over your eyes.
âNo..â You lie to push the thought aside, not letting your now ex ruin this moment for you.
With that heâs hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down painfully slow to let them peel away from the wet spot he made sure to saturate prior.
You feel his weight shift on the couch, but of course you canât see him. Only the sounds of him humming and the light feeling of his finger tips along your thighs fill your senses. Every drag of his fingers causing you to flinch or giggle with excitement. Then the warm breath between your legs, sharp deep inhales causing the embarrassment to grow in your chest.
âShhhhâŠâ He cut you off, one long firm drag of his tongue parting both sets of your lips simultaneously.
 âYou smell and taste divine; donât you dare ask to freshen up.â And with that his face is buried, nose nudging your hood up gently with every stroke of his tongue. Youâre drooling immediately, mind blank and moaning like a damn whore.
âF-fuck, Gojo its too much.. give me a secondâ Breath heavy and eyes rolling back, your hips swivel against your own statement. Riding his face yet asking him to slow down.
He chuckles into you, sucking gently on one if your folds and pulling away with a lewd âpopâ, then 2 fingers without warning. Not even a solid second after he released the grip of his mouth heâs spreading you open. Slowly, deliberately, you can tell heâs admiring your pussy the way he waits for a thankful twitch to go deeper or give a good twist of the wrist, gently and tenderly rearranging your insides to his liking.
âDamn, (Name)⊠Never thought Iâd have you melting in my hands like this. I Thought he was going to keep you unsatisfied forever.â He was talking about Nanami? Were you unsatisfied? Certainly never did anything quite like this while you 2 were together but you were decently satisfied, right?
âShhhh just let me show you what youâve been missing out on by limiting yourself to the âMissionary Manâ.â He chuckled, lifting your legs by the ankles to the side of your face and holding them both up with one hand. Before you can speak a thick glob of hot spit lands right on your clit, followed by his skillful thumb assault once more.
âOh, FUCKâ Your hips jerk forward, but heâs holding you firmly in place. You almost feel the grin on his face as he leans and whispers in your ear.
âYou like that, sunshine? God, Iâve wanted to do this for so long. Nanami is so selfish. He knew other people were into you and he still took you all to himself. Poor little lady.â You got the feeling he wasnât talking to you, instead directing his honey like praise to your drooling pussy. Slipping his finger back in, he stretched and curled his fingers to his own rhythm, quickening the pace when your walls pulse around him.
âGonna cum, beautiful?â You nod frantically, holding it back as long as you can, but he doesnât allow for it, slamming into your g spot like it was painted with a target. âGo ahead, you deserve it.â That was enough, the heat built up all the way to the top of your head, unleashing pornographic sounds that have only ever come out of you in wet dreams.
âSatoru- fuckkk yesâ His name escapes your lips, broken, raspy, and so fucking hot. Your toes curl uncontrollably as he removes his fingers, body instinctively spasming.
He hums in appreciation, leaning in once more to lick the fresh slick build up from your orgasm, causing your starry vision to fade to white.
Breathless and properly cleaned up the Gojo way, he slips the blindfold carefully over your head.
âFeel a little better, (Name?)â You lift your head just long enough to see how proud he looks of himself, looking you up and down for approval.
âAh..â You manage to peep out between heavy breaths.
âGood, I would be a bad friend if I just let you go around miserable like that.â He half joked, retrieving your fuzzy shorts and taking your soaking underwear to your laundry.
Was it ok to be like this with your friends if you have no intention of romance?
It wasnât something that ever really occurred to you.
A/N: Next will be Cho, i'm thinking of doing plug! Choso unless anyone has any objections.
As usual, sorry for the mistakes.
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