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GOJO SATORU X READER

➛ summary: your waste of space boyfriend is a 2 pump chump who leaves you unsatisfied and then ditches you. When your best friend sees your upset and frustration he only wants to help. What else are best friends for?

➛ warnings: cheating (technically but ya boyfriend is a bum so…), cursing, smut, non sorcerer au, fem!reader

➛ disclaimer: I do NOT condone cheating in any way, shape or form unless it’s with Satoru Gojo.

➛ wc: 2.3k

➛ a/n: do I have other things I’m supposed to be writing? Yes. But I wrote this instead. whoops. Im not even gonna lie to y’all, this was inspired by 🌽 teehee

“W-we shouldn’t be d-doing this, Toru.” You mumble against his lips, making no attempt to stop the heated kisses.

Satoru currently has you pressed against the wall just inside his apartment. One leg hiked up over his arm while the other keeps you steady on the floor.

Your dress now situated around your waist, heels still on and your panties—

Well, your panties were thrown somewhere a while ago. Just before Satoru had been on his knees.

Probably about 10 minutes ago, maybe more. When his azure eyes stared into your soul while your hands gripped his snowy strands and you ground your pussy all over his tongue. Cries of “F-fuck, Toru.” And chants of “yes, yes yes—” left you while Satoru told you to use him. Use his tongue.

This all started after you showed up to the club in a foul mood. Ranting to your best friend about how your bum of a boyfriend had been a 2 pump chump earlier this evening before he ditched you for his friends. Without so much as a sorry, see ya.

Satoru had always hated that guy. So what else was he to do but make his sweet, sweet best friend forget all about her earlier frustrations.

Now, your arms are locked around his neck for extra stability while Satoru has his free hand playing with your cunt.

“I know, sweet girl, I know.” Satoru groans, sucking up all your little whimpers as he strokes your clit. You’re practically dripping all over his hand.

“This is such a bad idea.” You moan into his mouth as one hand slides down his chest to unzip his pants and slide into his briefs.

“Such a bad idea.” He reiterates as you suck on his tongue. Your hand pulling out and stroking his length that’s coated in pre, making the slip and slide so much easier.

“I should leave.” You whimper.

Satoru pulls your hand away from his length and positions himself to slide between your folds. Your slick coating his length immediately as he thrusts his hips back and forth slowly.

“Yeah?” He grunts into your mouth. You nod weakly as you suck on his bottom lip, small whimpers leaving you as he continues thrusting. Your hips twitching at the stimulation.

You stare into each other eyes, breaths mingling from how close you are. The room filled with the shlick! shlick! shlick! noise as Satoru coats his cock in your arousal.

“Well, let me walk you out then.” Satoru groans as he angles himself against your clenching hole, sliding into you so deep your eyes meet the back of your skull.

You are so mind numblingly wet he just slid right in.

Both of you freeze, panting heavily into each others mouths as your hands grip his shoulders. The intensity of pleasure you both feel from just him sliding in is overwhelming.

You both pant and gasp into each others mouths as Satoru starts thrusting. One hand gripping your ass so he can keep you in place.

“O-oh my god. Holy s-shiiit.” You whimper as Satoru begins to pound into you, your arms locking around his neck. “You f-feel so—hah—so fucking good.” Satoru breathes against your neck.

Satoru moves his hand to push at his pants and briefs, making them slide down his hips and hit the floor with a soft thud. “H-hold onto me tight.” He grunts.

Your brain short circuits when Satoru lifts your other leg over his arm, so you’re now fully balanced in his arms, and begins pounding into you harder.

You’re pretty sure there’s gonna be a dent in his wall in the shape of your ass after this.

“Toru, oh my g-gooood, Toru.” You cry as you feel him so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach.

Your hands claw at his clothed upper back while he attacks your neck with his tongue, groaning into your skin about how wet you are and how well you’re taking him.

“Does he—hah—does he even fuck you? Tight f-fucking pussy.” Satoru groans into your neck.

You’re pretty sure you go cross eyed when Satoru delivers a particularly deep thrust, the curve of his dick digging directly into your gspot.

“R-right—ugh—right there, Toru. Don’t stop.” You mewl as your eyes begin to lose focus.

Satoru presses into you closer as he begins to grind his hips into you. Simultaneously stimulating your clit and gspot in the process.

“Yeah? Right there?” Satoru lets out a desperate chuckle. “Oh she’s gripping me so fucking t-tight.”

You just respond to him in mindless babbling, too caught up in the feeling of Satoru rearranging your guts to talk any sense.

“I-I’m cu—“ you squeal before Satoru feels you gush around his cock. “Oh, holy f-fuck.” Satoru growls as your cunt pulses and grips him rhythmically, still pounding into you.

Well, trying too. But the way your pussy keeps gripping makes it hard for him to even try and pull back out. It’s like she’s trying to suck him in and keep him there.

Satoru slows down his thrusts as you slowly blink your eyes open.

“Hi.” He chuckles. “H-hi.” You stutter, still trying to recover from your high.

Satoru slowly releases your wobbly legs as he kisses and sucks down your neck. Adding to his marks from earlier.

“Hope you know I’m not done with you yet.” Satoru chuckles as he kicks off his pants and briefs.

He takes your hand, guiding you on wobbly legs over to his sofa, your heels clicking against the flooring as you follow behind.

When Satoru drops onto the couch you watch the way his cock bobs before it falls onto his tshirt covered abs.

His length glistening with your arousal and the blush pink tip looks so pretty it makes your mouth water.

“Like what you see?” He teases. You nod slowly as you climb onto his sofa, turning yourself sideways so you can face his lap with your ass up in the air.

Satoru watches you intently as your eyes zero in on his cock, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“Want a taste, sweet girl?” He asks softly, hand stroking your hair as you move your face closer.

“Please.” You breathe as you slowly wrap your hand around the base. “Go ahead.” He smiles gently.

Satoru chokes on air the moment your soft plump lips wrap around the head of his cock.

“Fuuuuuuck.” He groans, manspreading his legs and leaning his head back against the sofa as you begin to bob your head.

You pull off with a pop so you can dribble spit down his length before you use your hand to spread it all over.

“You taste good, Toru.” You say sweetly, blinking at him slowly as you lean forward to run your tongue over his tip. “I taste like you.” He grunts out, forcing his head up so he can look at you.

You let out a soft giggle before you lean down and take him into your mouth again while Satoru pulls your hair back for you.

Satoru’s jaw goes slack as you hold eye contact with him. That warm, wet mouth englufing his rigidly hard cock.

You force yourself down further, spit bubbling and dripping from the sides of your mouth as you aim to take him all.

Satoru can’t help the whimper that escapes his throat as he stares down at his sweet little best friend gagging and slobbering around his cock.

“You look so—ugh—so p-pretty with your mouth f-full of me, s-sweet girl.” He chokes out.

Your lips twitch with a smile as you bob your head, one hand coming up to stroke what you can’t fit yet.

“F-fuck, oh s-shit.” Your best friend groans as you suck and stroke his cock like a pro.

Of course Satoru’s received head before, but never from his best friends who’s currently throating him with such perfection he’s jealous of any man who’s been with you before now.

It’s so wet and messy. The shlick! shlick! shlick! of you stroking his spit covered cock, the sound of you gagging and whimpering around his cock—even the sight alone is just so fucking nasty—it’s about to send him over the edge if you don’t stop.

“Fuck. You—hah—you need to s-stop.” Satoru says through gritted teeth as his grip on your hair tightens. “P-please, sweet girl. M’gonna cum down that tight t-throat if you don’t stop.” He whimpers.

Hearing your best friend whimper because of you is turning you on in ways you never knew even existed.

When Satoru continues to whimper and beg you eventually pull off of him with the most lewd pop.

Satoru grabs your cheeks, pulling you up to his mouth. “That fucking throat is dangerous.” He growls against your lips before he kisses you.

The kiss turns nasty. Filled with tongue and spit as Satoru pulls you into his lap.

You rut your hips against his twitching length, whimpering into his mouth every time his tip drags over your clit.

“Want more, sweet girl?” Satoru asks as he wraps a hand around your throat. You nod with a soft mewl.

Satoru can practically see the hearts in your eyes at this point from the promise of more dick.

“Greedy fucking pussy.” Satoru grunts as his hand collides with your ass.

Satoru lines himself up with your enterance before he pulls your hips down on him.

Both of you feel your eyes roll back as he sinks into you again. The bliss coursing through your veins making you tremble.

“Ride it.” Satoru demands, hand popping your ass.

You slowly lift and drop your hips down on him, then again, then again.

You’re trying, really you are, but he’s so deep—feeling like his dick might pop one of your lungs—it’s making your legs weak.

“Oh, is it too much for you?” Satoru pouts teasingly, hand still on your throat and forcing you to look at him. “Y-yes.” You choke out as your nails dig into his shoulders.

Satoru chuckles before you feel him wrap one arm around your waist while the other grips your thigh.

Before you know it, he’s flipped you onto your back and without giving you a second to even take a breath, he begins pounding into you again.

“Sa—hah—Satoru!” You cry out. “S-sorry.” He grunts. “Pretty pussy just feels so g-good, I c-can’t—ugh—can’t stop.” He grits out.

Satorus thrusts are borderline feral. His hips are out of control like he’s being driven by primal need alone.

He brings his lips back to yours, sucking on your tongue and swallowing all your little noise while his hips drive into you.

You feel his cock swell even more when you grip around him as he hits your gspot with precision.

Suddenly, you can feel yourself and Satoru beginning to slip off of the sofa, most likely due to his relentless pace.

“T-Toru, we’re gonna f-fa—“ is about all you get out before Satoru’s back is on his living room rug. You, now on top, again.

You both giggle at the situation but those giggles quickly morph into moans when you slowly lift your hips and drop them back down on his long cock.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Satoru growls, hand back on your neck and pulling you down to him.

Your lips meet in another sloppy kiss as you keep bouncing your ass on him.

Satoru’s big hands grip your ass cheeks, pulling them apart so he can hit deeper as he helps you bounce on him.

“S’deep—“ you mutter mindlessly.

Your legs are beginning to tire but you can feel another orgasm creeping up on you, driving you to keep going.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me c-cum.” Satoru pants as he sucks on your neck. “Don’t stop, sweet girl. Fuuu—“

You can feel your legs beginning to give way, your poor pussy clenching desperately with the need to cum again.

“C-can’t, Toru. I can’t.” You growl, frustration lacing your voice.

Damn him and his knee weakening dick.

“No, no, no, no.” Satoru grits. “Don’t stop, h-here just let me—“

Once again, Satoru flips you onto your back with lightning speed. Your back hitting the rug with a soft oof.

Satoru’s hips begin slamming into your pelvis with frightening precision as his fingers gently circle your clit.

“C-cum for me.” He pants. “One more time, sweet girl. C-cum all over this dick. P-please, I need you to just—”

Your pussy responds to him like he’s her master. You immediately begin to gush all over his cock again.

“S’toru, Toru. F-fuck, I’m c-cumming.” You whimper. “That’s it, sweet girl. S’all yours. C-cum all over it.” Satoru pants.

As your high begins to die down you feel Satoru’s cock begin to swell and twitch.

“F-fuck, this pretty pussy is g-gonna make me c-cum.” He groans. “Oh s-shit—hah—I-I’m cumming.”

You feel Satorus cock kick and pulse, your pretty pink walls getting painted white as Satoru lets out a broken call of your name.

Satoru drops down onto you gently, his hips still grinding into yours. He’s cumming so much you feel it begin to spill out of you, making you feel so fucking full.

“H-holy s-shit.” He breathes against your neck with a sigh.

Your nails gently scratch at his undercut as you lay on the living room rug coming down together.

“Feel better?” Satoru mumbles against your neck. “Mhm.” You giggle. “You’re really comfortable y’know.” He grins against your skin. “Yeah, well your floor isn’t.” You snort.

Satoru Gojo, your best friend. What else are best friends for, right?

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