Best Friends
gojo x reader
18+
Pure smut
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Gojo Satoru was your best friend. He had been for what felt like as long as you could remember at this point, and yeah, sure, he was attractive, objectively, but in all your years of friendship you’d never expected to end up here, on his lap, kissing him raw as your hips ground down onto where he was hard beneath you.
“Sweetheart, Jesus, you’re killing me here. Such a desperate little thing,” he teased against your lips, the words warm and lazy.
“Shut up, ‘Toru,” you said with another filthy grind onto his hard length. It pulled a small groan from him, and you teased right back. “Seeee? You’re affected by this too. Now take off your clothes.”
He paused, pulling back just enough to look at you. His hands stayed on your hips, holding you still. “You realize if we do this, I’m going to be insufferable about it, right?” He already looked far too pleased with himself. “I’ve got years of embarrassing stories stored up. You’d be handing me ammunition.”
You frowned at him, frustrated and so turned on it ached. You tried to grind down onto him again just to feel the friction, but he held you firmly in place.
“‘Toru,” you whined.
“Shut up. It’s just sex. Just two people who haven’t gotten off in a while and need a release.”
Gojo looked at you, like he was debating whether that was true or not. Then the familiar teasing, cocky grin broke across his face. “Yeah, you’re right. Job’s stressful after all. Release is good.”
Before you could fully process that he’d actually said yes, he was moving the two of you around. Both of your clothes came off under his hands with terrifying efficiency until he was naked beneath you and you were naked on top of him, blinking down at him. How the fuck did he manage to strip us both so fast?
As soon as your mind got over that hurdle you started taking him in. Oh god. He was, fuck, like actually way hotter than your mind had ever managed to imagine. He’d always been pretty, and you’d caught glances of his abs or arms, but seeing the full picture of him was more devastating than you’d care to admit. Your eyes traced the lean muscular shoulders your hands were resting on, down his chest. Heat pooled low and sudden and hot in your belly as your eyes trailed down to his abs and that sharp v-line, god that v-line, and the happy trail that led to-oh. Oh. Okay, that was big. Oh god, of course he was big in a way that was hard to even comprehend. It was faintly annoying because now you knew your best friend was going to make you fall apart completely and utterly and be a mess for him. And he was going to be soooo smug and annoying about it.
Your eyes flicked up to him. He was watching you look at him, smirking because he’d seen and felt your reaction when you took all of him in. “You’re looking at me like you didn’t expect this, sweetheart. C’mon, I’m Gojo.”
Your cheeks flared pink at his tone. His gaze dragged over your body. You had forgotten for a second that you were currently naked and straddling your best friend. His hands squeezed your hips enough to make you jolt and squeak a little before trailing up your sides, over your waist, to your breasts. A shaky breath left you as he cupped one of them and his thumb traced over your nipple. A little gasp left you as he did it again and again, teasing it until it peaked under his touch, sending sparks straight down between your legs.
His other hand trailed back down. “You’re beautiful, you know that? Who knew my best friend was so hot…” He smirked. “And so hot for me.”
His hand rested on your hip again for a moment, then slid lower, inward, to your inner thigh first. Slow. Teasing. Your breathing was uneven now in anticipation and need at where his fingers were heading. Too slowly. Way too slowly. You were pulsing and aching around nothing, and you needed him to stop teasing so much and touch you already. “Please, ‘Toru,” you managed. Your voice came out more breathless and needy than you’d ever sounded with him.
He grinned at you. “Yeah, pretty girl? Haven’t even properly touched you yet and you’re already so needy for me?”
You made a face and a sound of pure frustration that immediately melted into a shocked little gasp when his fingers finally made contact with where you were aching and needy for him. One finger found your clit and made light little circles on it that had you making little moans you tried to hide. Until he murmured, “Nu uh uh. No hiding those sounds or I’ll stop.” His voice was lower than you were used to and it went straight through you. The next time his finger brushed your clit a little firmer you jolted against him and moaned unbidden. Your eyes fluttered closed because him looking at you like that and touching you was too much. God, you needed him. Not just his finger. Not just this. All of him. Even if you weren’t quite sure how all of him would fit, you were absolutely too horny to care about logistics.
You tried to move over him, to position yourself, to say without words that you needed more. Because how did you possibly say out loud to your best friend, hi please put your cock in me now before I combust from how much it hurts that you’re not inside me already?
Yeah, you couldn’t say that. So you just shifted needily on top of him, breathless sounds leaving your mouth with every perfect movement of his finger against your swollen clit. Gojo got the message, smirking up at you again. “Such a needy little thing. Let me make sure you’re ready first, at least.”
His fingers traced lower, sliding down your slit right through all the wet that had just been accumulated from the two of you making out and grinding on each other. “You’re so wet, baby,” his voice low. “All of this for me?”
You couldn’t even answer. You didn’t even know how to form words, which just made him chuckle a little at you, your face heating at the sound. Then two fingers were at your entrance, and all at once he was pushing those two long perfect fingers into you slow and steady. A broken cry left your mouth at the feeling of finally being filled where you were aching so badly. Gojo didn’t give you time to adjust. He immediately pulled them almost all the way back out before pressing them back in all at once, curling them up into your g-spot as he did, over and over and over. Your moans turned broken and loud because he was fucking you with his fingers and you weren’t even sure you’d ever felt anything that good. Oh god he was good at this. “Oh, oh my god ‘Toru,” you managed to get out, clinging to his shoulders because they were the only things keeping you steady right now. “Fuck, you’re so good at this. It’s not fair,” you breathed out through pants, your breathing ragged and uneven from the way he was taking you apart.
Gojo just laughed again, low and pleased. “You’re so pretty when you fall apart for me. And loud. I like that. Keep it up.” He punctuated his words with a sharp deep thrust of his fingers that drew a loud cry from you. “Good girl,” he crooned. “So good for me. So perfect. So wet and tight and responsive. God, if I’d known you’d be this perfect I would have done this a lot sooner.” His words along with his fingers that never stopped moving were making your head swim. You needed him. God you needed more of him. Not just his fingers. All of him. “Satoru please, please, I need you please.”
You couldn’t believe how desperate you sounded. You’d never sounded like that before, but you’d never wanted or needed someone this badly before either. Gojo was clearly affected too, his fingers slowed, he looked at you, then pulled them out of you. You gasped at the loss. Heat pooled through you hard again as Gojo brought his fingers up to his own mouth and sucked your juices off of them, groaning a little at the taste of you, and you couldn’t help the, “Oh my god,” that slipped out of you because that was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.
His hands found your hips again, moving you over him until the flushed tip of his cock caught at your entrance. You froze for a moment because you realized you were really about to take your best friend’s cock. His apparently very large cock. Gojo looked at you, slipping one finger under your chin and making you look at him. “Hey. You still want this? You want to be in control here or you want me to take over?” He said it so much more gently than anything else in the past hour of this madness. It made something in your heart do a weird double take you were absolutely not stopping to examine right now. “Take over please,” you managed to get out. Because fuck, yes, you did want this. But you were also so overwhelmed you weren’t sure if you could move yourself.
His hand went back to your hip. A murmured “good girl” made you shudder a little as he kissed you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you melted into him with a little sound. Kissing was easy. Familiar. Good. Then his hands moved you. The tip of him slipped into you, making a shocked gasp into his mouth. And then all at once he pulled you down onto him. His long thick length filled you in a way you’d never been filled before. A broken cry left your mouth at the feeling as he groaned in tandem, bottoming out in you.
He moved you back up again before slamming you back down onto him, your moan loud and undone because oh my fucking god that felt unreal in how good it felt. You felt Gojo adjust, plant his feet farther apart, then he was lifting your hips again and bringing you back down onto him but now he was thrusting up into you at the same time. Fucking you from underneath, so strong it was making your brain blur. Just taking your pleasure and his own. He groaned beneath you, “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel unbelievably good. What a good fucking girl for me.” You’d never heard him sound so undone before, and that broke your brain a little further. Another hard thrust up into you. Him fucking you onto his cock and meeting each downward motion of your body with the upward motion of his. The room becoming a symphony of skin slapping on skin and the wet noises of your bodies joining over and over. Your high broken raw moans mingling with his low rough groans as the two of you got lost in each other. Too gone in the rhythm of this, in the pleasure, to even form words.
The stretch burned so good, his thick cock splitting you open again and again while you dripped down his length. Every time he bottomed out you felt the head of his cock kiss so deep it made your toes curl and your vision spark. Gojo’s hands stayed locked on your hips, guiding you, controlling the pace even as you tried to chase more. His breathing was ragged now, that usual cocky control cracking just enough for you to hear how much this was getting to him too.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, voice rough. “This pussy was hiding from me all these years? Criminal.”
You couldn’t even laugh. All you could do was moan and take it, lost in the wet slap of your bodies and the way he filled you so completely. Best friend or not, Gojo Satoru was currently ruining you in the best possible way.
Pt 2 is posted! https://www.tumblr.com/sensualsatoru/819455831482433536/best-friends-with-gojo-pt-2-pt-1-here?source=share
