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been like this. | g. satoru 𐪆

summary. you’ve known Gojo your whole life: you’ve been friends since childhood! but sometimes, he could be just a little too friendly.

contents. ⭑.ᐟ 3.4k words, modern AU, childhood friends 2 lovers, gojo is lowk a creep, eventual smut [MDNI], mention of blowjóbs, couch séx, oral (f! receiving), hair pulling, fíngering, tít play, clít torture, squirting, missionary, size kínk, unprotected séx, pwp (this is stupid), friends w/ benefits

⌕ author's note. *taps mic* hey hi is anybody still here...! sorry for being away for so long (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠). ao3 link; animated dividers by @/cafekitsune; title from a doja cat song :P

You’re barely wearing any clothes: just a half-ironed t-shirt without a bra underneath and shorts short enough to be called underwear, when your doorbell rings ten consecutive times in a row.

It was only two in the morning. Like any normal person, you were supposed to be asleep—you had a doctor’s appointment early the next day (err, well, it was already the next day)—but your brain just kept saying One more episode! so there you were, sitting under the kotatsu with red eyes.

And if the person currently outside your apartment was human, they would just assume you were asleep and leave you be. But soon enough, the ringing of your doorbell turned to obnoxious knocking, and then to aggressive banging, before you were forced to get up and slam open the door.

Obviously, cerulean eyes and a smile bright enough to blind were what greeted you right away.

“Satoru.”

“Yo!”

You stepped aside to let him in.

“What are you doing here—no, actually, why are there sunglasses on your head?” You pinched the space between your brows as the white-haired giant of a man toed off his shoes. “Do you know what time it is?”

Gojo shrugged, arm brushing past yours as he walked over to sit on your couch. “It’s fashionable. Gets the ladies.”

“Yeah, sure. Because anyone would settle for a guy who can’t tell the time.”

“See? You get it.”

You rolled your eyes, but still chose to pad over and sit across the couch, bringing your knees to your chest with a sigh.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he half-whines, half-pouts, angling his head towards yours like the freakishly tall buffoon he was.

You raise a brow from across the couch. “Like what?”

“Like I’m some bad guy.”

“You’re saying you’re not a bad guy?”

Gojo laughs in your face, the sound of it echoing throughout your apartment as he scoots closer, closing the unusual distance between you two. “What, do you think I am?”

For some reason, the tip of Gojo’s nose was now only millimeters away from yours, his breath tickling your cheek.

He was close. Too close.

Ridiculously, awfully, extremely, indubitably too close for a man who forced you to let him in at two in the morning lest you wanted him to scream at the top of his lungs and wake up all your neighbors, which would also result in you being banned from bringing guests over for a month (because this was not the first time Gojo had caused trouble in your building).

Your breath hitches in your throat, but you’ve grown accustomed to Gojo’s forwardness throughout the years, so you manage a reply unlike most, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Yes.”

“You think I’m a bad guy?” he repeats, challenging your audacity.

You blink. “Sure.”

Gojo almost laughs again, before placing a cold hand on the top of your knee and dragging the same leg out to situate across his lap. You absentmindedly do the same with the other.

“You gonna tell me why I’m a bad guy?”

“No.”

Gojo pinches your cheek. “Yes, you will.”

“No.”

“Will too.”

“. . . I’m not entertaining you.”

“Will too.”

“Satoru—”

“Yes?” he sing-songs, almost sounding unhinged as he nears your face.

“Cut it out,” you grimace, shoving his face away. “You’re being weird.”

“Aww, now you’re just hurting my feelings.” Gojo grabs both your wrists in one hand, and tugs you forward, forcing you to meet his eyes. “What happened to the sweet you who would cry watching a shitty rom-com and make me hold you in my arms till you fell asleep, hm?”

“‘Toru—!”

“And what about the sweet you who would always come crawling back to my place when one of your trashy, lame excuses for a boyfriend decided to call it quits and you wanted me to comfort you?”

“That’s—”

“And what about the especially sweet you who begged me to teach you how to give a blowjob back during our school days—?”

“Gojo, shut up!” You narrowed your eyes at the man you called your best friend, brows furrowed. “Just—Just shut up, okay? This is . . . exactly what I meant. Exactly what I should’ve said earlier.”

“What, that I’m the reason you now know one of life’s most valuable assets? I’m sorry you have a good mouth, ‘kay?” said Gojo, looking about as apologetic as a pineapple.

“You’re so . . . Ugh.”

Gojo lets your wrists go and you run your hands down your face, exasperated.

“I’m gonna need a little more than an ugh, you know. Not much to work with here.”

“Satoru, you’re—” You sigh, bracing yourself for his soon-to-occur dramatics. “You’re literally ruining my life right now.”

Gojo pauses, squinting at you, and then shrugs. “Not the first time I’ve heard that.”

“Satoru.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll hear you out.” Gojo drapes an arm across the back of the couch and drags you closer, pressing your chest against his side. “What’s the problem, squirt?”

You speak with a muffled voice, back slouched and cheek squished against Gojo’s torso.

“Thih.”

“What?”

“Thih ih deh problem.”

“Pretty girl, I admire the expanse of your vocabulary, but what?”

You shove off of Gojo and point an accusatory finger to his chest.

“This is the problem, okay! This. You calling me pretty girl; me being comfortable enough to come to you for fucking Blowjob 101; you practically dragging me to sit on your lap; and you—you having the audacity to come over at two in the morning and still call that friendly-fucking-behavior. My neighbors see it. Shoko and Utahime see it. Even my ex-boyfriends see it. Hell, that’s why they all broke up with me, which is why I’m going to end up single and—”

“Do you see it?”

“Wh-What?” You ignore the way your voice just trembled there.

“Do you see the things we do? The things I do? Because I hope you know, I don’t do any of it to just be friendly.” Gojo twists his body, caging you in on the couch. “I’m a man, too, you know. I’m not overly touchy or annoyingly clingy just so we can cuddle and hug all day.”

Gojo’s hands land beside each side of your head, and your legs rest between his knees. You’re laying with your back on the couch now, looking up at cerulean eyes that seem unusually distant.

“Satoru?” you stutter.

“And if your little boyfriends can notice that, maybe they’re all too much of a pussy to give you what you really need.”

“. . .” Your hands grasp his biceps.

“Do you see it now?”

“‘Toru . . .”

“I’d give it all to you,” says Gojo. “Everything that you want—anything that you need. I’d give it all, and more.”

“. . .”

“Forget about your ex-boyfriends. Being single for the rest of your life won’t matter as long as you have me—now isn’t that right?”

“Satoru, you . . .” You furrowed your brows, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet your lips. “You talk too much.”

Maybe you had sucked Gojo off once or twice, and maybe he had returned the favor by eating you out once or twice, but still, this was the first time you and Gojo had ever kissed. And, God, did it feel good.

His lips on yours, immediately kissing back, the two of you moving in sync and rhythm, hands running down the dips and curves of your body—it had been way too long since you last made out with someone like this. Way too long.

“Mm . . .” You could feel Gojo smiling against your lips. “I knew it.”

“Nngh, ‘Toru,” you sigh, pulling away for breath, “what is it?”

“Suguru owes me five thousand yen,” Gojo says, trailing kisses from your jaw down to your throat. “Told him you would kiss me first.”

You almost roll your eyes at his childishness. “How confident.”

“More like, irresistible.”

Gojo’s fingers play with the bottom of your shirt, before pulling it up to reveal your tits. Obviously, his eyes beam, hands darting to pinch your hardening nipples.

“See? Irresistible. Didn’t even bother wearing a bra around me.”

“I didn’t—nngh! know you were coming.”

You struggle to form complete sentences, eyes rolling into the back of your head with each pinch, tug, and pull.

“It’s okay to be embarrassed.”

You writhe beneath Gojo, nipple assaulted by his touch as his other hand moves from your stomach down to your hips. It leaves you shivering, fingers clawing at the couch beneath your ass.

“Satoru.” You suck in a breath, his hand drawing dangerously closer to where you needed him most. “I’m not—”

Gojo tugs your shorts down to your ankles quicker than what should be presumed humanly possible, and your words get lost in your throat.

“Well, would you look at that . . .” He releases your nipple, leaning down to get a closer look at your cunt as his eyes flash an electric blue. “You’re soaking.”

“I—”

“No bra or panties?” Gojo glances up at you from beneath his lashes, before looking back down at where your pussy dripped onto the material of your couch. “Must really be my lucky day.”

You swallowed.

“I mean, look at this.” Gojo dips two fingers between your folds, catching your slick on his digits as he brings them in for a closer look. “You’re dripping, baby.”

You don’t manage another word when he catches you off guard, suddenly shoving those very fingers right back into your squelching pussy.

“Nngh . . . Ah-Ahhn—!”

“I know, baby. I know.” The grin on Gojo’s face as he watches his fingers move in and out of your cunt can only be described as mad. “You haven’t had anyone this good in a while, huh.”

Your thighs quiver, forced apart by Gojo’s free hand, and you cry out as his fingers probe deeper and deeper, their speed increasing with each thrust.

Gojo curled his fingers, moving them fast, then slow, then fast, and then slow, again. You liked to think you hadn’t had sex in a while, and Gojo could tell, because of how tight your pussy was—but that was probably more because of the sheer length of his digits.

Even with his fingers he filled you immensely, reaching all your good spots within seconds.

“Hahh, ‘Toru—!”

“Two fingers and you’re already shaking? I’ll just have to force my cock to fit, then.”

“Oh, my . . . Oh, my God . . .”

“Please, you’re flattering me,” he says, in that annoyingly obnoxious voice of his. “This is nothing.”

Gojo makes you eat his words when he pinches your clit, a cry escaping your lips—but he doesn’t make you cum. Not yet.

There was more. Always more.

Gojo’s fingers curled and scissored your insides in a way you didn’t think possible. He stretched you nearly loose as he worked deeper and deeper, your moans becoming mere music to his ears.

“Mm, n-nngh—! Nngh, ahh . . .”

He was knuckles deep.

You could hear your heartbeat.

You whined loud—embarassingly loud; like a puppy, even—squirming as Gojo fingered your pussy till you cried for him to stop. Begged for him to stop. It felt good, too good. So good.

“I know, I know. You’ve never had anyone this big.” Gojo pulled his fingers away, leaving you just on the brink of your orgasm. “But just wait until I’m inside of you, okay?”

You didn’t think he meant his tongue.

Long, wet, warm—it looked like he was preparing to eat you alive as he took his sweet, sweet time licking stripes up your inner thigh.

God, were you throbbing.

“Satoru, please—mmph . . .”

You didn’t need to say any more; Gojo cut you off as he finally buried his face between your legs, hands gripping your knees to stay spread apart: just the way he liked it.

“You taste so sweet . . . Are you usually this wet for me?”

“Ah . . . Ahn—!”

Gojo sucked on your clit, stealing moans from your lips left and right, before dipping his tongue in between your folds.

“God, I’ve missed this.”

Even with his tongue he still managed to probe just as deep as his fingers did. You couldn’t fathom how a tongue could be so long, but then again, you weren’t exactly complaining.

Gojo’s mouth was basically latched onto your pussy, never letting go for even a second—not even to breathe. Was he a starved man or something? In regards to you, most likely.

Gojo was whipped. His chin was practically dripping with your slick, the tip of his nose bumping against your heat every so often, but none of that could have mattered any less as his tongue probed deeper and deeper within your walls.

“‘Toru . . . You’re, n-nngh! so deep . . . !”

“Mmm. But you just taste so good, can you blame me?”

“Oh, my G-God . . . !”

Your bottom lip trembled, hips squirming to move away from the man who was practically eating you alive, tongue licking your pussy clean, but he just wouldn’t let up.

“Aww, don’t run from it now. You’re not going anywhere.”

Your insides tightened, stomach coiling and nails clawing at your poor, ruined couch.

Like a man enjoying a five-course meal, Gojo flicked his tongue against your gummy walls, thrusting in and out—moving at an almost dizzying pace. You couldn’t help but tug at tufts of his hair, pulling at silver strands like they were your anchor.

“Satoru, I’m—” You sucked in a breath, legs trying but failing to close. “I’m gonna . . . Ah-ahhn, nngh—!”

You hit your absolute limit when Gojo pinched your clit, the stimulation drawing a scream from your lips.

You saw stars as you threw your head back against the couch, the coil in your lower-belly finally snapping as your thighs shook and cum gushed from your puffy, swollen lips.

“H-Hahh, ‘Toru . . . Unngh . . .”

“What are you whining for,” said the man of the hour. “Mad I made you cum harder than anyone else?”

Gojo licked a stripe up your poor, poor pussy, before pulling away to wipe your slick and fluids from his lips.

Looking back down at your pussy, which was literally soaking through the material of your couch, he snickered, face smug.

“Huh. Guess I made you squirt, too, then.”

You wiggled your hips beneath his eyes. An innocent action: one without intention.

“You’re so full of yourself,” you huff, chest rising and falling as you fought to catch your breath. “Doesn’t your head ever hurt from being so full?”

Gojo laughed in your face, “You’re funny,” before tugging you closer by the ankles. By instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

“Gonna fuck me now, big boy?”

“Where’d all this attitude come from, hm? Getting hot and bothered?”

“. . .”

Gojo pumped his cock: thick, long, and hard. He was throbbing, leaking precum.

You shuddered when he brought the tip to your cunt, dragging the fat head of his cock against your puffy lips and collecting some of your slick.

He was big. So big.

“Nngh . . .”

Gojo bent down to kiss you, cupping the right side of your face as he murmured against your lips. “Where’d that mouth go, baby? It’s okay, I’ll put it to better use later.”

Whatever smart retort you had was shut up by the sudden snap of Gojo’s hips, his cock suddenly stretching you past your limits as he bottomed out with just one thrust.

“Ah-Ahhn—! Unngh, mm . . . !”

You moaned against Gojo’s kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling.

Gojo had filled you to the brim with just a single thrust. His cock was practically melding your walls to his cock; he would make sure you remembered this.

“Hahh . . .”

You tightened your legs around Gojo’s waist, forcing his cock even deeper within your cunt. He hadn’t even moved yet, and yet here you were already shaking, nails clawing at the skin of his back as if a lifeline.

“‘Toru, you can—n-nngh . . . !”

Gojo had read your mind, backing away from the kiss as he pulled his cock out by just an inch, only to slam himself back in, immediately hitting all of your sweet spots.

At this rate, he was going to break you in half. You could feel every twitch and every pulse of his veins—it drove you mad. And with his thrusts growing in speed, absolutely wrecking your pussy each time he bottomed out, your cries and mewls could only do so much to earn you pity.

“O-Oh, my God! Satoru, you’re . . . a-ah-ahhn—!”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Why the fuck was he so big?

You could practically feel him in your guts, the head of his cock nearly bursting through your womb. He was so deep in—every brush of his length against your walls had you squirming around uncontrollably.

With how full you were, it was hard to believe you could make it out of there alive.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Where have you been hiding this cunt all my life?”

You blinked past your tears, the line between pain and pleasure growing blurry, but the sight of Gojo on top of you made it worth it.

Eyebrows knitted, eyes dark, the strands of hair falling over his forehead every so often—he looked so out of it. As if he had been waiting for this, and just broke as soon as he finally got a taste.

“Unngh, ‘Toru . . . You’re—”

The wind was knocked out of you with one particularly hard thrust, before he began to slow down, drilling his cock into your pussy at a more sensual rate. It was . . . intimate, but you ached for more. Your pussy dripped for more.

Gojo buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning as each thrust left your thighs shaking and your legs locking around his waist, keeping him buried inside of your gummy walls.

“I hope you know,” he pants, thrusts growing erratic, “I’m not planning on staying just friends after this.”

You breathed in through your nose. “Y-Yeah? What do you plan on doing—after this, then?”

“After this,” he warnef, head dipping to nip and bite at the skin of your throat, “I’m gonna fuck you bent over the kotatsu. Then, I’ll take you in the kitchen, spread out on your counter, legs hanging over my shoulders. And when you finally decide how much of a bad guy I really am, I’ll fuck you to sleep in your bed. Just the way you like it.”

Gojo bites down. Hard. Almost enough to draw blood. And you cry out, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat as you clinged onto a man double your size: the very same man who was up in your guts.

“Fuck. God . . .” Gojo groaned against your throat, thrusts growing irregular, before dragging a hand down to your stomach, and putting just the right amount of pressure on the spot where you could clearly see an outline of his length.

It steals a moan from you.

“You . . . You feel that? That’s, hahh, all me, baby. All me. Inside of your tight, little cunt. Fucking your, nngh, brains out. But that’s what you’ve wanted all this time, right?” Gojo breathed in your scent like a drug, groaning. “Bet you’ve been walking around your apartment in these tiny ass shorts just to get a rise out of me, yeah?”

“Unngh, ‘T-Toru—!”

“You’ve been wanting me to bury my cock inside of your soaking pussy. That’s why you let me in. That’s, hahh, why you answered the door . . . Isn’t that right, baby?”

You couldn’t answer. Not when his cock was drilling into your cunt like a machine, twitching and pulsing as he repeatedly hit your sweet spots, and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head.

“O-Oh, my . . .”

“You’re fuckin’ evil for that, you know? Giving me blue balls for months. But you’re smart, I’ll give you that. ‘Cause look where all of that got you?”

“‘Toru, p-please, I—o-ohh . . . !”

Gojo cut you off with a mean thrust, completely shutting you up.

“I know, baby. I know. You want to cum, don’t you? Poor baby. Just aching for cock, yeah?”

You shivered, and Gojo bent down to bite the flesh of your tit, before sucking on the hardened nipple, his tongue warm against your skin.

“A-Ahh, Satoru, please . . .” You squirmed and squirmed, mewling beneath the man as his cock repeatedly slammed into your gummy walls.

“You’re a big girl. Use your words.”

You were so fucked.

“‘Toru, please. I need to—hah, mmph—!”

(You did not make it on time to the doctor’s, by the way.)

⌕ author's note. is it just me or has my smut gotten worse........ please don't answer that. also i kinda want to start blue lock, but idk, it looks.. insane....

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