himbobsf!Gojo and his little obsession for you pt. 2
wc: 2k
pt. 1
You didn't realize just how deep you had gotten yourself into, agreeing to letting your himbobsf!Gojo teach you the “art of passion” as he called it.
“Sex isn’t just a one and done typa thing.” Gojo lectured, while leisurely resting on the end of the couch. Although he was supposed to be your teacher, it was hard to take him seriously when all he wore was sweatpants, with obviously no boxers underneath. Moving your gaze up, his chiseled abs and soft pecs moved as he talked with his hands. You couldn’t judge too much though, all you had on was a thin tank top and really small shorts, your sweater laying on the kitchen counter.
“There are many ways to initiate and get someone in the mood,” you tried to focus on his words but you kept getting distracted. It wasn’t your fault your best friend had such a handsome face. His eyes flicking from you around the room, his lips he would lick and then smile. And then there's his oh so broach shoulders that could hide you if he was in front. And his big arms that have held you before. Those chiseled abs you’ve felt from behind. And that huge cock you could see almost teasing you through his sweats.
“Y/n. Are you listening?”
You tried but your eyes couldn’t move fast enough and you knew Gojo had caught you staring. You flicked your eyes up, trying to fight through the embarrassment forming in your mind. “Mhm, there's many ways to get a girl in the mood.” you spat
“Correct, so which one do you want me to try today?” Gojo leaned in closer to your face. Eye contact was nearly impossible now, and of course the place you looked away to the most was Gojo’s lap.
“Mmm, kissing?”
“Kissing?”
“Yeah how about you get me in the mood with kissing– making out ya know?”
Gojo laughed at you, noticing how tight your thighs were even though your answer was so naive, how erect your nipples had become (it was always so damn cold) and how sweet your lips look. “I think I’ll have to take this slower than I thought, you’re not ready for everything yet– trust me.” he reasoned, the true reason definitely not being his change in what he wanted to do.
“How about I just eat you out for now? We’ll get to the actual sex another.”
“Really?” you pouted.
“Yeah, plus it’s important that you’re always pleased. The woman has to be pleased first anyways. I want to please you y/n.”
Those words ignited something in you that was too familiar. It was the same feeling you had when you walked in on him moaning your name in the bathroom, moaning so loud you could hear him through his bedroom door. It was the flame you felt when every once in a while, Gojo would brush his dick lap against your ass, claiming it was a tight space to fit through. The same flame you get from realizing just how helpless you are against him sometimes when the two of you play fight and he always ends up winning.
Without even thinking you leaned in to kiss Gojo, his soft lips colliding into yours. It took him a second to find his rhythm, the suddenness of your action catching him off guard.
His hand found your head first, one on each side of your face, fingers splitting around your ears. As moans were exchanged through the kisses, his hand roamed your body while his tongue roamed your mouth. It was a lot at first, his tongue was rough with you, nearly forcing your mouth open along with forcing your moans to come out. His hands found your shoulders, waist, one moving to your ass while the other reached for a tit, his thumb circling your nipple.
These sensations were new to you, they were so aggressive and yet sensual at the same time. So animalistic but natural to you. The heat between the two of you grew and you hadn't realized but somehow you ended up in his lap, grinding into his cock with every kiss, earning moans that felt like encouragement from Gojo.
Gojo let out a moan and quickly put both hands on your hips to hold you down. “It’s all focused on you today, baby, don’t worry about- fuck- pleasing me, here, lay down.” he softly plopped you down on the couch, your legs around his waist while he sat on his knees.
He now hovered over your eyes analyzing every inch of you he could. It wasn't awkward though, it felt so intimate, his pupils completely dilated and mouth slightly open as if he was hungry or wanted to say something but couldn’t get it out.
“Let me… show you… how to… be pleased. Alright baby?” He said in between kisses trailing from your lips to your collar bone, each kiss deeper and longer, he had a strong determination to leave some sort of mark on you.
Gojo kissed and sucked all the way down until he reached your tank top, eyes flicking up to you to ask for permission. Almost immediately you nodded, with no time to brace yourself for Gojo’s hands to push your tank off you and throw it somewhere else, eyes never averting from your tits.
“You’re always teasing me with these little tanks you wear, you pretty nipples were just begging to be sucked.” he groaned, latching onto one while he pinched the other, the pain easily turning into pleasure. You arched your back which helped cause some friction with each other's lower halves, the weight of his hardening cock sitting right on top of your clit.
“Gojo- fuck” you moaned, his warm tongue swirled around your nipple, the nerve endings sending waves of pleasure up in contrast to the pain from your other nipple being pinched. His hold on you was firm, his free hand on your waist, holding you in place. It eventually slipped down to reach your hips and under the waist band of the shorts you were wearing, his fingers meeting the wet spot in your panties.
“And this pussy is just begging me to please her huh?” he moaned against your tit, his grinding getting stronger. “Do you want your hot best friend Gojo to teach you what it’s like to be eaten out?” His cockiness was almost sickening.
All you could do was nod in response, the sensation from his sucking pinching and rubbing almost too much to bear.
“Nah uh. I need to hear you say it this time. Use your words” he said, unlatching from your breast and taking his hands on your body, the only contact you had was your legs around him, even the weight of his cock moved away from your slit. His eyebrows quivered upon seeing you pout in response, you were so cute to him. So beautiful, so sexy, everything he wanted– although he would never admit it.
“Please Gojo, I need you to please me.” you whined, hands reaching to rub on him.
Without hesitation, Gojo slid his body down, your legs going from around his waist to above his shoulders, as he reached for your shorts.
“No asking for permission this time?” you blinked at him, pretending to be innocent “You’re not going to use your words?”
He stopped in his tracks. “May I remove your panties y/n”
The smile you had on your face while nodding was quickly wiped off upon feeling the cold air against your drenched slit, sucking in your teeth and squinting your eyes. Upon opening them you saw a hungry Gojo, eyes focused purely on your pussy, his mouth hanging open for only one reason this time.
He wasted no time diving into your pussy, tongue flat upon contact with it. The feeling was so sudden and yet so good. It was like pressure- good pressure adding more and more and he sucked and shook his head. He would go from licking to sucking to sticking his tongue in your slit while his nose nudged against your clit. The breaths he took and moans that vibrated off of you added to the pleasure.
By the time Gojo dared to add one, two, three fingers into your slit, you were a moaning mess, an arm of his splayed over your stomach to hold you down, which only added extra pressure to the pleasure you were feeling. Every moan you let out was reciprocated by a hum of his, almost as if he could feel the pleasure you were experiencing. Your muscles were tense, there was not time for you to relax from his relentless sucking.
“My tongue feels s’good on your pretty pussy huh baby?” be bragged, azure eyes finding yours and never looking away. It was a beautiful sight to see, his platinum hair slightly wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead while his eyes peaked through, his nose appearing and disappearing as it rubbed against your clit. His words were laced with arrogance while his eyes showed desperation, like he depended on you to feel good. This felt nothing like the times you masturbated, imagining Gojo’s slick tongue playing with your pussy, sucking until it became sore.
The pressure was becoming too much, the heavy knot in your stomach felt like it was almost at your breaking point. Your moans became more like whines, words not coming out anymore in anticipation for the release you felt. Your muscles completely stiffened, unable to let Gojo know how he felt anymore.
“You close pretty girl?” Gojo asked, already knowing the answer. It was like the thought of you coming was enough for his back up jets to turn on and he became more direct with his tongue, swirling on your clit firmly, and then switching to sucking and shaking his head hard. “Cum f’me, cum on my face please y/n.” he groaned, now rutting into the couch cushion- something he’s done plenty of times before with your belongings instead.
Those words were all you needed to send you over the edge, the feeling of the pressure starting from the top of your head and falling down to you pussy, where it released, you coming all over his mouth, your moaning becoming a slur of words as Gojo stayed persistent on your pussy, guiding you through the orgasm.
He finally lifted his head and all you could do was faintly laugh at the sight of your best friend’s mouth and chin completely covered in your slick, even his nose had a little shine on it. He had such an innocent look, his pupil blown out, analyzing your face for any sign of discomfort while his hands rubbed your thighs.
After you assured him he didn’t go too far, Gojo taught you the “art of aftercare” and how if a man isn’t at least offering you something to clean yourself up with– in his case, a whole bath– then he’s not doing it right. All you could do was hum back at his every sentence, still recovering from the release you had earlier.
It was cute when he cared for you. When you’re sick, he would knock on your door and bring over soup, demanding you to cuddle with him on the couch or in your bed, ignoring your protests about not wanting to get him sick. In times like these where all his attention is on you, it’s easy to imagine him actually being a good boyfriend, despite his whorish history.
Now here you were, completely naked and tired in his bed, the smell of men’s soap, cologne, and laundry scent beads enveloping you along with Gojo’s arm around your waist. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, his breaths tickling you ever-so-slightly with every rise and fall of his chest along with his hair if he shifted.
“Hey bab– y/n?…”
“Hmm?” surely you just heard him wrong.
“What do you want to learn next?”
“Umm, I dunno. Maybe how to please you?”
For the remainder of the night you had to try to fall asleep ignoring the obvious poking coming from behind you after you suggested your next lesson.
a/n: I tried to proofread to the best of my abilities. Also, lmk if I’m doing tm or not enough with the smut (I never know if it’s good or not).