mdni. your boy best friend.ᐟgojo pops your cherry…
cw: explicit sexual content. boy best friend.ᐟ gojo x fem virgin.ᐟ reader. smut w/ plot. dry humping, fingering, oral (f/receiving). gojo gets lost in the sauce.
song: lowkey—rochelle jordan
(part one ‹𝟹 part two)
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your heart is in your throat as you glance over at your best friend. he’s slouched in your desk chair, drumming his fingers on the arm rest with one hand, pinching his eyes with the other.
“let me get this straight,” he says. lets out a heavy breath from his nostrils. when he looks up, the usual cerulean blue of his irises is impossibly brighter. kinda like they’re… glowing.
“you want me to take your virginity?”
you twiddle your thumbs almost comically. glance up at your chandelier, before meeting his eye again.
“well… yeah.”
gojo drops his head into his hands, knee bouncing while he groans, sounding almost pained. he murmurs something beneath his breath that sounds vaguely like “gonna fucking kill me,” before he sits back in his seat.
“y/n,” he says evenly, although his knee is still jolting his body. “i don’t think you understand what you’re asking me.”
you instantly narrow your eyes at his tone. the way he’s talking to you like an innocent little girl, rather than the grown woman that you are. you stand up from your bed and walk over him. watch the way he catalogues your legs in your tiny lounge shorts. your tits in your tank top. you stop in front of him, close enough that your knees brush against his sweats.
it takes him a second to drag his eyes away from your hard nipples, and up to yours.
“i’m asking you to fuck me, toru.” you tilt your head. “do i have to make it any clearer than that?”
he groans, a pathetic little noise that gets caught in his throat. presses his knuckles to his lips. “y/n, don’t.”
“c’mon man,” you whine. “i don’t want some random asshole to have the satisfaction of saying he ‘cracked ms. untouchable’ or some revolting shit like that.”
you notice his jaw clench—you’ve hit a nerve. you can tell you only need to push a little more.
so you climb onto his lap, straddle his thighs and drape your arms over his shoulders.
“you wouldn’t do that to me, would you, toru?” your faces are inches apart, which is why this time, you see the way his eyes flash close up. “you’d take care of me.”
his hands fall to your ass almost instinctively, gripping the soft flesh. his throat works as he swallows, and you feel him growing hard between your legs. you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning in early victory.
“y’know, i always wanted it to be you,” you murmur as you lean in closer, purposefully shifting your hips so that your cunt grinds against him. “‘ve always imagined what you’d feel like inside me.”
his head lolls back against the headrest, white hair falling over his eyes, perfectly white teeth pulling his plump lower lip between them. you shift your hips again, feeling the way his erection twitches between your legs.
“fuck,” he whispers, looking between your eyes like he’s searching for an answer. for even a spec of hesitation.
“you deserve someone gentle for your first time, doll,” he tells you softly, even as he begins to subconsciously guide your hips on his own, rocking them against him and building that liquid fire in your pelvis. “y’deserve someone better than me.”
your brows draw down in mock confusion. “who else’s cock could possibly be better than the greatest’s?”
you witness the moment his last thread of control snaps, feel his hand at the back of your head, and then his lips pressed against yours.
he was right. he isn’t gentle. he kisses you like you’re oxygen, like he needs you to live. his tongue licks into your mouth greedily as he presses you impossibly close, hips bucking up against your pussy. you moan into his mouth, tug at the short white hair at the base of his neck while he slides his hand up one leg of your shorts to grip your ass.
“tell me to stop, y/n,” he says desperately, lips kissing along your jaw, down the length of your throat. “you need to stop me before i take it too far.”
in response, you pull back. cross your arms at the base of your shirt. when you fold it over your head, leaving your bare chest on display for him, you think gojo might pass out. his gaze flicks from your chest, to your eyes, before he leans in like a man possessed and sucks your nipple into his mouth.
you whimper, head falling back as you thread your fingers through his white strands, holding him against you. he hums noisily, pulls off with a wet pop! before giving attention to your other breast.
“holy fuck, baby,” he mumbles between sloppy licks that make you arch your chest into his mouth. “y’ve been holding out on me all these years, huh?”
you smile, but your features melt into an frown of utter pleasure when gojo pulls your shorts to the side so that your bare cunt drags along the fabric of his pants, dampening it in seconds. his fingers stroke dangerously close to your needy hole—then you feel the tip of his finger, dragging up from your opening to your clit, smearing the arousal over your bud.
he breaks away from your chest, looks up so that he can watch the way your face twists when he sinks the tip of his index finger, only up to the first knuckle, into your tight hole. you gasp, hips stuttering and jerking up against your will at the foreign feeling. he plants a soft kiss between your breasts, and you relax, lower yourself back down so that his finger slides further in, until it’s disappeared up to the second knuckle.
he doesn’t say anything, just watches you closely, waiting for you to adjust to your first time being filled.
“toru,” you say quietly, leaning down to brush your lips against his.
he pecks them before he responds, “yeah, baby?”
your cheeks heat ever so slightly. “not enough. i-i wanna feel your cock inside me. please.”
his eyes roll back in his head as he closes them, and drops his forehead to your chest. curses beneath his breath. when he slips his finger out of you, you feel strangely empty. he grips your ass with both hands again, stands up, and walks you over to the bed.
you lock your legs around his waist, keep them there even as he lies you down on the bed gently. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down to yours.
you feel him kick off his slippers—the pair of house shoes you keep in your dorm for him—while his tongue explores your mouth. watch him when he breaks the kiss to yank his shirt over his head. feel his bulge nudge your clit with every drag of his hips.
“ughhmigod, y/n, i can’t believe—” he chokes, hips rutting into yours, the both of you breathless. “tell me you want this, baby”
“i told you—”
“tell me again.”
he sucks the soft spot at the base of your jaw and you moan, “holy fuck, i want it, toru. hurry u—”
he makes a sound you’ve never heard from him before, close to a growl as he stands up. roughly shoves down his sweats and boxers in one go. his cock springs free, thick and fully erect. it slaps against the dusting of white hair trailing his lower stomach, and you bite back a whimper.
your best friend is standing in front of you. fully. naked.
the look in his eye can only be described as wild as he reaches for the waist of your shorts, slides them down your legs.
you aren’t wearing any panties.
satoru looks up to the ceiling, scrubs a hand down his face, before his bright eyes meet yours.
“spread ‘em, doll,” he says, voice dangerously low.
you didn’t make it this far to back out now. so, you do. it’s the first time you’ve spread your legs for an audience. you watch, heart thumping in your chest as satoru just stares, and stares, and stares at your bare cunt. you fight the urge to snap your legs shut.
he looks like he’s in a trance when he finally climbs back onto the bed. easily repositions your body like you weigh nothing. he shifts until he’s lying flat on his stomach, and you sit up on your elbows to watch him lower his head to the space between your thighs.
“toru…” you breathe.
but whatever you were gonna say gets caught in your throat when he sucks your clit into his mouth. you moan, loudly, embarrassingly, as your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls back. you buck your hips and he eases off the pressure, instead flattens his tongue, shakes his head from side to side, like he’s motorboating your pussy.
you collapse onto your back, body arching, hips writhing, pussy grinding against his face. he clutches the soft flesh where hip meets thigh with one hand—you feel the other poking at your opening again.
it slips in with no resistance this time.
“oh my fuck, satoru,” you whine. “i’m—ffuuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”
he hums in acknowledgment, tongue flicking faster against your centre of pleasure, sloppy, wet, ravenous sounds as his saliva combines with the pool of wetness at your opening. he pushes a second finger in. curls them both upwards. electric heat shoots up your spine, and you see stars behind your eyelids.
your back arches off the bed as you orgasm harder than you ever thought possible, toru’s name on your lips like a prayer you can’t quite manage to spit out. you don’t breathe for at least five seconds as your best friend groans against your pussy, strokes your cervix with long, slender fingers.
when he doesn’t let up, even past the after waves of pleasure have run their course, you whimper, too sensitive. you push the heel of your foot into the muscle of his shoulder, shoving him away. tapping out.
toru looks up, hair disheveled, pussy-drunk, and eyes definitely glowing.
you wet your lips with your tongue, and watch him trace the movement.
“i s-see your years of—mmngh, of fucking around have paid off,” you pant.
he offers you his signature smirk. “yeah. and i’ve achieved the ultimate goal of making my best friend cum on my face.”
he bites your inner thigh, close to your spent pussy, and you lazily fold your legs shut.
“looks like babys tired,” he pouts. “let me get you in the shower, doll.”
your brows furrow. “you didn’t get to cum.”
toru’s smirk spreads into an infuriatingly handsome grin. he sits up, and you push yourself back up onto your elbows.
that’s how you get to see his semi-hard dick hung heavy between his toned legs, pointing like an arrow leading directly to the wet spot on your pink sheets. your eyes trail to the smear of cum painting his lower abdomen.
“don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he crawls forward, body hovering over yours while he plants a kiss on your forehead. “you go start up the shower while i change the sheets. i’ll come scrub you clean.”
“but—” you start.
“next time, princess,” he tells you. “you aren’t quite ready for the greatest’s cock yet.”
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