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ORAL FIXATION - gojo satoru !

SYNOPSIS : ❝ gojo teaches his bestfriend’s sister some tongue technology. ❞

FEATURING : bestfriend’s brother! gojo satoru x fem! reader

CONTENT WARNING : minors do not interact, fem! reader, virgin killer! gojo kinda?? age gap ꒰ gojo is 30 reader is 20 ꒱ a little bit of mean dom! gojo [ he loves to tease ] gojo has a tongue piercing and i’m not sorry about it, gojo has tattoos, cunninlingus, squirting, fingering, use of pet names and profanity such as ꒰ sweet girl, angel, slut ꒱ AUTHOR’S NOTE : hiii, this is a re-upload for my friendship is magic series. as always, enjoy and reblogs n interactions are loved and appreciated <33. WORD COUNT : 3.9K!!!

GOJO SATORU loved the beach.

the sound of the sea singing a song with its waves is one of a kind. it was soothing, delicate, and tranquil, like the sand beneath his toes. it was the ideal location for just about anything, whether it was a party, a get-away, or even a place to clear his mind— he adored it even with all of the drawbacks: the fishy smell, the scorching sun, and the various trash and plastic waste littering the sand—it was worth it. gojo was indeed capable of overlooking minor annoyances. besides, thanks to you, he had grown to appreciate the sticky sunblock covering his porcelain skin.

the pretty woman reclining in a pink beach chair next to him. you were leaned back, your legs crossed with a book in your hands, drowning out the sounds of the world around you. your hair was pulled toward the back, a baby blue swimsuit hugged your curves, and the sun shone brightly on you.

and you looked absolutely gorgeous.

gojo realizes he’s been staring at you for a little too long when he hears your small voice say, "see something you like?" and smirks in return. your teasing tone of voice only prolonged his fixed gaze. you knew what you were doing.

“you really wanna’ flirt with me while your brother is sleeping just inches away?” you stare back at him, looking at yourself through the reflection of those infamous, black sunglasses, “what are you going on about anyway?”

you shrug your shoulders and return to your book. satoru snorts at your carelessness. he didn't think traveling with his best friend on a family vacation would be difficult, but you seemed to have no trouble disproving him. you’d been acting out since the start of your seven-day retreat: flirting nonstop, embracing him a lot more than usual, and strutting around in these tiny skirts and dresses like a devious little minx.

he was well aware of your crush on him; it was obvious. not to mention the numerous times he's overheard you telling your little friends how 'cute' he was. he presumed that as you grew older, it would only be a matter of time before you began to act on your feelings.

“you’re playing a dangerous game here, yn.”

you twirl the gum in your mouth around your finger while lowering your glasses to look at him, “aww, poor satoru. would you like to forfeit?" you taunt while batting your lashes flirtatiously. you interpret his silence as agitation and decide to lay off, despite how it was entertaining it was to mess with him.

he was driven mad by you, despite his playboy persona. in a matter of a wink or two, he was willing to give it all up. sometimes you wondered why he hadn't made a move on you already. regardless of you being ‘off limits’ you would assume he’d catch on to your antics by now.

“why fight it, gojo?” you ask, piqued with curiosity, “is all the frustration worth the effort?” he chuckles lightheartedly in response. this small front you were maintaining could only be kept up for so long. he could tell by the way your body tensed up at the first hint of his attention that you were more bark than bite.

sounds like you both had a little crush— and satoru was determined to get you to admit that.

whether or not this situation was forbidden, he found himself wanting to see you as more than just his bestfriend’s annoying little sister. he’s seen the best of you, and the worst— but he loved every part of it. his attraction to you was becoming harder and harder to balance in secrecy— “you talk a lot of shit for a virgin,” satoru begins suddenly, “you’re a tease too, but i think you like the chase a lot more. you’ve just never been caught before, huh?”

you lie, “i don’t know what you mean,” and he nearly scoffs, “and i’m not a virgin by the way.” your attempt at being naive wasn’t your best performance, he saw right through you.

“oh i think you know. and are you sure? i can recall you leaving someone with blue balls the first time you tried. said he smelled bad, remember?”

yeah, you remember. it was quite literally one of the worst nights of your life.

“i don’t like liars, baby.” he glides his tongue across his top row of teeth, a piece of metal from the middle poking from his lips as he gets closer to your face, “but i’ll tell you what,” he continues, “why don’t you knock on my door later and show me what you’ve got? i know i may be scary, but i don’t bite— most of the time.”

his proposal sounded more like a step by step tutorial on how to embarrass yourself, but you weren’t the type to refuse a challenge. if you had to fake it till you make it, that’s exactly what you’ll do.

“fine. whatever. and handle that little friend of yours in your pants, it’s noticeable.” gojo peers down at the hard cock that poked through his swim trunks, smiling a bit when he catches you staring too.

“‘ little’ is much of an understatement. you’ll figure that out later on though, won’t you sweetheart?” the sound of geto’s heavy footsteps shuffling on the sand stops him from toying with you any further. he moves closer and motions for satoru to join him while holding a football in his hand.

“what are you two talking about?” he asks, juggling the football in his calloused hands. you abruptly shake your head from side to side, “just books,” you utter, smiling innocently up at his tall stance.

“lame. well then, you should be thanking the gods above that i’ve come to your rescue, huh satoru?” he jokes and satoru stays silent, his gaze still fixed on you as the conversation you just had rummages through the tabs in his mind.

“yeah, guess i should..”

geto gives him an odd look, but quickly ignores the awkward tension to begin their game of catch. you watch as the two boys vanish into the distance while wondering how the hell you were going to escape this one.

evening comes quickly, with only the pale moonlight illuminating the dark night sky, you were finally ready to take on the challenge that was: gojo satoru. as you stood in front of your mirror adjusting your shirt and adding finishing touches to your flawless makeup, you prepare for the night ahead of you— but when it came time to use your room key to lock your beloved humble abode, you couldn’t help but to worry. the chances of getting away with this were slim, but when would you ever get another opportunity like this?

for crying out loud, he was gojo—a person you've been drooling over for years. even if you wanted to express your feelings openly, you weren't in a position to do so. he was your brother’s best friend— practically family to everyone other than you. the desire ran deep, but the last thing you needed was to come out like a desperate fool.

as you approach his room with a full head, anxieties and numerous ‘what if’s’ begin running circles around your mind. you raise your hand to lightly kick against the wood after sending him a quick text telling him that you were there.

a creaking sound of the door opening in front of you drowns out your thoughts as a shirtless satoru stands before you. his chiseled abs did your panties no justice— just like the small cross tattoo carved into his v-line.

when did he get that?

“see something you like?”

you roll your eyes as he mocks your words from earlier, “i guess the tattoo is cool," you shrug. gojo chuckles and moves aside, creating a gap for you to squeeze through. like promised, you discover that your brother is nowhere to be found as you scan the room.

"you look cute. dress up this nice for little ole’ me?” satoru takes a seat for himself on the crimson love seat and motions for you to join him. you do— after neatly putting your shoes by the walkway, you plop down next to him, deliberately making your thigh brush his own.

“don’t get too cocky. you’re not special.” you’re careful to mumble that last part quietly. you didn’t want to get to ahead of yourself— but if we were being honest, you were far past that point by now, because here you were: sitting next to a guy who you’ve wanted to pursue for so long. it was almost surreal, especially since you were about to partake in something so personal, so intimate.

“and what would i be cocky for? i asked you to join me tonight and you did. i must be doing something right, don’t you think, yn?” he tilts his head to the side and quirks a slick smile— it spread across his lips so easily, not even realizing how how much it’s making your stomach churn.

“why would i turn down a good time?”

ah, testing your limits— but still managing to keep it flirty. smart girl.

gojo uses your response as an opportunity to move a little bit closer to you. just enough room is left between your bodies so that his arm doesn't quite touch the back of your neck, yet he’s still so close. you almost believed he could smell your nerves like this— more like predator and prey.

“a good time, huh? think i’m some kind of professional?”

“could be. why else would you invite me here?” you ask. gojo soon detected that each of your inquiries were intended to stall the conversation; as a result, he decides to surprise you by asking, "why are we avoiding our wants?"

“i should be asking you that. i was waiting for you to make a mov—“

you’re taken aback when satoru plants a sweet smooch on your lips. they gently touch, but it’s enough to make you grab him by the necklace and pull him closer. his lips were incredibly soft and smooth, almost like a feather skimming across your mouth with each peck as his hands squeeze and caress your exposed thigh here and there. it was sweet, and everything began slowly, with your lips moving in unison against each other, exchanging a series of moans and groans.

“i’m sorry, but i had to shut you up somehow," he says in between breaths. he guides the pace of the kiss in slow motion, taking his sweet time tasting the mango flavored lip gloss you smeared on them beforehand. “you just looked so fucking pretty," he exhales, his chest heaving up and down with excitement.

“well then, don’t stop.”

you didn't have to tell him twice. this time, he attacks your jaw with pressure, “you feel really good, gojo," you moan, throwing your head back as he begins to bite and bruise your neck.

“yeah? im glad you think so, but i think i can make you feel way better, angel.”

as you feel his hand reaching for your waistband, the butterflies in your stomach flutter faster than before. but it was that exact gesture that jolted you to your senses, “gojo you can't. you know geto would actually kill you—” you object, but a small laugh escapes his lips and silences you.

“baby, i’m thirty, and i make my own damn decisions,” he interjects, “and it seems that you feel the same. you don’t think i can feel how wet that pussy is when it’s rubbing up against my thigh like that?”

he wasn't mistaken. you were certain that there was a damp spot on the inside of your underwear just from kissing. it was almost embarrassing, how quickly he’d gotten you there— but how couldn’t you when he was touching and talking to you like this.

"what if geto comes back before we finish? he’ll tell my parents, and you know how strict they are—" your rambling is interrupted by faint kisses to your cheekbone. gojo presses his knee against your cunt even more firmly and licks a long stripe up your neck—

“well i guess we’ll just have to try our luck, hm? now, what’s with all the running, sweet girl? just let me pet this pretty pussy why don’t ya?”

it only takes a simple ‘yes’ for him to scoop you up and carry you to the larger couch. he wastes no time peeling off your shorts slowly, leaving you in just your underwear. with each exhale, you could feel the air leave his nostrils as his face drew closer to the heat of your pussy. gojo briefly pauses to inhale your scent, the aroma immediately sending a wave of euphoria through his chest. he could feel his cock begin to rise all over again just from the smell of you alone.

“i wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell,” he states, “i think it’s time we find out, yeah?” he runs his thumb across the band of your underwear line, fingertips tickling your hips and eyes sparkling at the sight of you.

“fuck, please—gojo.”

he laughs, “now it’s please? just a moment ago you were chickening out on me. i think you should just come out and tell me what you really want.”

“don’t be a dick.”

as you begin to watch him peel your panties off, your hips wiggle from side to side to help shimmy away the fabric completely, your moans coming out as a light sigh. he maintains eye contact while doing so, making you far more nervous than before. you grab a hold of his wrist to pause his actions, “i’ve never done this!” you exclaim, and gojo gives you that sexy chuckle of his. as he places a gentle kiss on your calf, then toward your inner thighs, your face scrunching in embarrassment.

“you don’t think i knew that already? look at how responsive you are, baby.” he says this as he lightly glides his index finger over your swollen clit, flicking upward at the small bud before casting a bright grin at your whimpers, “i also know that virgins get wet so easily. i could do it again and you’d probably cum all over my hand, but that’s okay. make a mess. i don’t mind getting a little dirty.”

he kisses his way up your thigh, then looks you in the eyes as his mouth reaches your cunt. gojo began with a small peck to your clit, but hearing you wince and lift your shirt to better see him made him want to devour you right then and there.

“what if i touched you right here?” he uses his thumb and index to roll your bud between his fingers, the slight pressure making your body flinch, “would you cum for me?”

“y-yes. feel’s s-so good.”

“or, hm, what if I did this?” he lays his head against your thigh and begins to suck on your clit with sleepy eyes. “gojo, oh my god—” you cry in delight, raking your fingers through his snow-white hair. you didn't expect him to go to such lengths when he said he could make you feel even better. because of your sensitivity, even the smallest action would have pushed you over the edge.

"oh my, look at how you're trembling. that’s how good my tongue feels, huh?” he mocks you by licking a long stripe against your pussy with the flat of his tongue. the cool metal of his tongue jewelry flicked at your clit, making you shiver. he swirled and twisted his tongue around you as if he were licking on a lollipop— just eating you completely up.

“you taste so fucking good.”

gojo closes eyes and the smacking sound of your cunt was followed by grunts and whimpers of contentment coming from his chest. you could almost compare gojo’s audible reactions to those of someone discovering candy for the first time: disoriented and blinded by its sweetness.

truth is, satoru was completely infatuated by you. he was biting, sucking, and slobbering on your inner thighs and folds, leaving love bites and saliva trails in his wake. every moan you let out seemed to humor him, dark chuckles falling from his lips leaving a vibration to rattle through your core. he tried his hardest to keep it under control, but you were just too adorable to ignore.

“gojo—fuck, m-my stomach feels weird.”

you’ve had many orgasms from simply masturbating before, but something about this one seemed overpowering. there was a strong pressure on your lower tummy, almost as if you needed to go to the bathroom.

you begin to worry, hoping that the amount of pleasure to your sensitive pussy wouldn’t cause you to let out the wrong kind of release, but gojo quickly swats your anxiety away when he intertwined his hands with yours, “don’t worry, my love. it’s totally natural. you’re about to squirt for me, baby,” he mumbles it so casually and your eyes widen.

you can briefly remember seeing people do it porn, but you’d never done that before, let alone had someone else drive you to it. as weird as it was, there was something making you want to feel that bubble burst.

“can i take you there? please? i want it so bad, sweetheart— just give it all to me.”

his lovely words paired with his tongue were already plenty, but when gojo’s finger accidently brushes past your hole, the moan from your lips becomes louder than intended. gojo picks up on this, giggling a little as he detects your reaction to his mistake. he takes a break from licking to look up at you. you could clearly see his handsomely sculpted features sitting between your thighs right now.

his blue eyes were so intensely lighted by the fluorescent lighting that they could look right through you. his swelled lips were gushing saliva, and your heated slick was all over his mouth and chin. he looked like something straight out of a dream.

“oh? did you like that? don’t tell me i turned you into a greedy slut.” you were aroused more than you should have been by the degrading name, but you weren't one to complain. you eagerly nod your head up and down, whining a small, “mmmn— yes! i'm all yours,” as you move your hips toward his face, hoping he'll resume eating.

“hah, looks like someone wants to cum.”

you were dazed by this point. you were so eager to cum that you were willing to let anything get you there, and fortunately for you, gojo was more than willing to assist.

despite his desire to savor his meal, he succumbed to greed as well. allowing im to stick his finger in was just going to drive him insane. you could only imagine what he'd do if he was fucking you right now, because the sounds of your breathy moans were nearly enough to get him high.

he asks, “you ready?” as you watch him spit on his fingers before teasing your entry with his middle finger. you whimper, “y-yes,” and tighten your hold on your thighs, raising your legs in an effort to spread them wider for him.

gojo circles your hole before inserting only the tip of his finger. “you’re doing good, baby,” he says slowly, watching your every move and expression, wanting to make this as painless as possible for you. “how does it feel?"

“i-i feel good," you could only flutter your eyelashes as he moved his finger in and out of you, the creamy sounds of your warm slick staining his fingers being the only thing you could hear between you two.

your gaze is drawn to the veins protruding from his arm, which were brightening the inked patchwork he'd gotten all those years ago. when you turn to endure him, his gaze is already fixed on you, a grin on his face that was more determined than deviant, almost as if he was eager to finally make you unravel.

“toruuu! shit! that feels s-so—,” your hoarse voice tries to scream, but when he picks up the pace, you're officially silenced. he observes your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of his finger flicks upward. your heat's squelching wetness easily tells him everything he needs to know, “you want more? it seems like this pussy does,” he chuckles. you were so close. he just needed to find that perfect spot.

he knew one finger would suffice, but he wanted to see you corrupt. he briefly teases his ring finger, which ironically had the mood ring you’d found and given to him a few days ago. you must not have noticed due to the sensations clouding your brain.

you feel this— the second finger, and you whine at it. you wanted more, so much more, “put it in! p-please, please.”you cry. you weren’t even concerned about the burn of the stretch. you just wanted him so badly, your lust was overruling your worry.

“relax for me. it’s just us, okay? it’s only us,” he reassures while slowly entering in that second finger. the words he was mumbling surely did sooth some of the pain, your mind paying more attention to the sound of his voice rather than the burning stretch between your legs.

“look at how easily you take me. wrapping around my fingers like this— you’re so beautiful.”

you were in a frenzy as you watched his fingers tap at the same spot over and over. for reasons you couldn't fathom, he was drawing you in closer and closer.

your stomach bubble reappears, but this time it appears to be about to burst: “toruuu —‘s too much,” as you groan and struggle to get the words out, he sticks his fingers in and out of your pussy. at this point, you begin to try to break free from his grip. maintaining he pressure on your abdomen was becoming increasingly difficult. "t-toru, baby, slow down!” a prickling sensation tapped against your womb, begging you to just let go.

“what was that? this pussy’s talkin’ over you— you have to speak up, love.”

the animalistic groan from your lips propels him to go faster and you cry out, “satoru! f-fuuuck, i’m gonna’ cum!” he seizes the opportunity to hover over you while pressing down on your lower belly, “cum for me, baby,” he groans, and your orgasm becomes more abrupt and violent as you begin to spurt droplets of fluids from your pussy.

gojo continues to finger fuck you until you're wetting up his arm and the couch beneath you, hollering out broken whimpers and releasing crystalline tears from your eyes. to calm you, he immediately takes his fingers and rubs light circles on your clit.

“you did so well,” he mutters as you sway his hand away from your poor, sensitive pussy, using your force to bring his face down for a kiss, your eyes blinking shut as you feel him scoop you into his arms bridal style.

eventually, satoru escorts you back to your room after cleaning you up and allowing you to shower for about thirty or so minutes, that way, you could finally lie down and relax, safe and sound after one hell of a night.

it wasn’t long after before your brother returned from his night out. he enters the room with a confused look on his face as he sees satoru cleaning up what looked like a wet patch on the chic furniture, “why’s the couch wet?” geto asks, sliding his shoes off his feet as he makes his way toward the kitchen.

“i had a girl over.”

satoru’s response sent a shockwave through his chest, “you? a girl? no way. who?” he bites into his sandwich and rushes to a seat near his best friend, excited for the details.

“i don’t kiss and tell.”

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