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18+ MDNI!

Satoru Gojo x female!reader

Summary: In which... Satoru wants you take away his virginity.

Warnings: There's so much stuff going on... um p in the v, unprotected sex (please us protection, this is a fanfic for christs sake), reader is known to be stubborn and grumpy, I guess—titty sucking, nipple play, dry humping, cunnelings, bj, oral (both male and female), fingering, reader is also implied to be a virgin, implied masturbating, reader is insecure, first kiss, squirting, and um... it's pretty chaotic. It's kind of friends with benefits? Reader and Satoru don't end up in the end, but...

(This is the longest thing I've ever written on Tumblr oh my lord.)

You always despised Satoru. Cocky, playful, overly confident, immature, but strategic. You hated all of it.

Why were you friends with him?

You still don't know to this day.

You shared the same class with him, Geto, and Shoko. The four of you grew close, beginning to hang out after school, going to see the movies, or going to nearby cafés to get a pastry.

And having to deal with Satoru always poking at your face, calling you names, and talking on and on just to get a rile out of you—until you eventually yell at him as he raised his arms up in surrender with a sly grin on his face.

You were used to it, and eventually, you started teasing him back, butting at each other's head just to see who could get the other to rile up first.

However, despite all of this, you both grew close, and maybe... a little too close because—

"I want you to take my virginity away," Satoru spoke so casually, standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets.

A tint of blush appeared on his cheeks as his crystal-blue eyes glanced away behind his sunglasses, unable to meet your eyes for the first time while pursing his lips together.

Even embarrassed to say those words, why did it sound so confident?

"What...?" It's one word. The only thing you can say at this point as heat rose to your face, and something stirred in your stomach.

Satoru cleared his throat, his short white hair ending just right above his blue eyes—the color of the ocean—the ones you always seemed to mesmerized by.

"I want you..." he took a step forward, and then another as his tall frame towered over you as you sat on the couch. "Y/N..." he continues. "To take my virginity away."

"You're joking..." you scoff, closing your book and setting it down on the table next to you, and his shadow covers your body. "Satoru, you can't say things like that—"

"I'm not joking," he firmly says, grabbing at your shoulders, forcing you to face him fully. "I'm 100% serious this time... and I want you to—of course, with your consent."

Your eyes widened, and his face was flushed with his pink lips in the form of a straight line, and surprisingly, he had a serious expression with his brows furrowed together.

You brushed his hands away, growing nervous by each passing second. "E-Even if I were to give you my consent... why me? Why choose me out of everyone else?"

This makes the sorcerer pause, and he straightens his posture, adjusting his shades. "You want be to be honest, mochi?"

Mochi. That was the nickname he gave you after you ate so many when you were visiting the pastry shop and ended up throwing up in the public restroom.

"I do," you nod, raising a brow.

He sighed. "You know how I'm popular, right?" And there he is... the typical confident bastard.

"Yeah, sure, go on." Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. "Would you just tell me already, dumbass?"

"Alright, alright, such an impatient woman." he raised his arms up in surrender, still holding that sly smirk becore it turns downwards. "Everyone thinks I've lost my virginity when I haven't—and there are people who have, and I just want to know what it feels like—I want to be able to tell me that I've had sex. When I'm older or a few years later, I want to be able to have a hookup without worrying about my virginity without embarrassing myself or doing it so bad."

There's a frown on his pink lips, and you can't help but take a quick glance at them before meeting his blue eyes.

This man...

Shaking your head again, you pinch the bridge of your nose in disbelief. "Satoru... listen to me, losing your virginity isn't even that important. I say you should wait until you get a girlfriend—"

However, Satoru was desperate, and he took a step closer, bending over to reach your level as he grasped at your shoulders—his face inching closer to yours.

"But I don't want to wait, Y/N. I... I trust you—you're the only person who I can trust you with this stuff..." he sighs, and for the first time... he looks so desperate... pleading for something when usually he doesn't have to beg to get something that he wants. "Please... i-if you don't want to... that's fine with me."

Staring at your close friend, you feel shocked, a rush of different emotions. It makes your heart flutter, think what it'd be like... to hook up with Satoru, the "strongest" man in Jujutsu High—or perhaps all of Japan.

It makes dirty thoughts appear in your mind, and you move them back in your head, disgusted and weirded out about it—even if you've thought about them before in your free time...

Though, it still confuses you from why Satoru would want you—out of all people to take his virginity, when he could've chosen anyone else, but he trusts you... and that makes you happy, but you can't help but feel a little nervous.

You've never had sex before, and all you've ever done is masturbated in the comfort of your room, thinking about whatever pleases you, and trying to stay quiet.

So, surely, this was a big step, and you were nervous, almost frightened about what it'd be like to have sex... because he'd have to see you naked... hear your sounds and—you brushed it off, not wanting to make it worse.

"I know you haven't done it either," Satoru adds, and he remembers this after you two got into a deep conversation one night when it was just the two of you hanging out. "And maybe... maybe it's a little better that since we trust each other—know each other, we can experience it, and try it."

Gulping down a lump in your throat, it suddenly felt dry, not knowing that Satoru was able to have an effect on you like this.

You think about it, and it takes you minutes that feel like hours, and you bite the inside of your cheek all the while you and Satoru hold eye contact, and he's too close.

You can practically feel his breath on your face.

"If I agree..." you begin. "You have to promise me something." In return, he nods. "You won't mention this to anyone—not even Suguru. Second, if there's a point where we have to stop... we have to stop, okay? No forcing one another."

Satoru nods and hums to each word you say, and there's a serious look on his face—one that's determined, to say the least.

"I understand. I promise you." with a firm nod, he reaches his pinky out, and you practically roll your eyes as your pinky wraps around his as he smirks.

"Then it's a deal," you said.

"It's a deal," he repeats, smirking slyly as he pulls his hand away. "So, when do you wanna do it?"

You glance away, almost forgetting that you had agreed to something as crazy as this. "Are you free this weekend?"

"Yeah, probably." Standing up straight, he tilts his head to the side, placing one hand inside of his pocket. "I think I can figure out a way to get the Elders off my back."

"Unbelievable," you scoff.

"What?" he grins in return. "Disappointed we can't do it so soon?"

"Satoru, if you don't shut up, I'm going to smack the shit out of you," you warn, glaring at him.

"Oh, please. I'd like to see you try," he teases. "It's not like you can get past my infinity either way."

"Have you even gotten the hang of it yet?" you retort, sitting up straight, and when he pouts, you have your answer. "Thought so."

"Alright, mochi," Satoru sighs. "Okay, does this Friday work for you at around... 6:30 pm?"

"Yes..." you reply. "Whose house...?"

"You okay with mine?" he smirks, and you want to punch it off his face.

You look away. "I guess."

The smirk on Satoru's face remains, and he takes a quick run through of your body before meeting your eyes.

"I'll see you then."

The day arrives, and you can't help but feel anxious while tugging on the collar of your school uniform, clenching your handbag tighter.

Ringing the doorbell, you tap the food, wanting to get things over with, but flashes of possibilities appear in your head, making your heart race.

Stop thinking about it, damn it... you think in your head, hearing the distant sounds of the tress ruffling in the background.

The door opens, revealing Satoru in his school uniform as well, rubbing the back of his head, not knowing who it was until he looked up, grinning at you like a madman.

"So you really are willing to do it, huh, mochi?" he leans against the doorframe.

"Shut up," you grumble, putting your attention on something else. "May I come in?" he steps aside, signaling for you to do so.

Inside, you took off your shoes, lining them by the front door before sliding on some slippers Satoru had given you as the two of you walk further into his house.

You've been to his house a couple of times. He lived by himself, but he had a few staff members. It was by the Elders that gave him this home, and it was a traditional Japanese house. It wasn't too big, but it was a nice house to live in luxury in.

So, Satoru was mostly alone.

"Where is the staff?" you ask, looking around in the hallways, and find it quiet by the way your footsteps hit against the wood.

"I let them go home early." Satoru looked over his shoulder, another smug expression on his face. "I thought it would be better if we were alone."

You rolled your eyes. "How wonderful."

However, you realized you both weren't going to his bedroom immediately but instead went into the living room, sitting down on the couch.

It was confusing, but it sent a relief towards you.

"I thought we could do something instead of getting straight to it," Satoru said, raising his arms and setting them on the top of the couch and manspreading his legs.

You couldn't help but take a quick glance.

"Oh, really, why?" you snapped your head back from your thoughts, leaning back on the couch with your hands together in your lap.

"'Cause you're nervous." the white-haired man points at your hands, and you look down, seeing that they were shaking.

"Curse your Six Eyes," you mutter. "But aren't you nervous?"

He stays silent for a moment. "I am, a little, but at least you're here with me for it." He nudged your shoulder.

"Oh, I'm so flattered." you can't believe him at this point, but then again, you can't believe everything.

Satoru chuckles, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table and turning on the TV. "What movie do you wanna watch? Or you wanna watch a romance film?"

He wiggled his brows, a cheeky smile on his face.

"No," you plainly said. "Let's just watch a regular TV show."

Grabbing the remote from him, you switched the channels until you landed on a familiar TV show called Sailor Moon.

"I guess we're watching this then." you let out a deep sigh, leaning back on the couch.

"Alright then," he chuckles.

About a few minutes into the film, you and Satoru eventually cuddle. You rested your head on his shoulder with his free arm wrapping around your frame.

The characters talk in the background, and it's loud with the TV sound bouncing off the walls, echoing throughout the home.

Yet, you find yourself staring at Satoru, glancing at him a couple of times, admiring his features. His cold-blue eyes focused on the screen behind his shades, and his short white hair stopped right above his eyes.

When you'd look away, it was Satoru's turn to look at you. He knew that you were taking several glances at him, and he'd put on a grin, but there were butterflies in his stomach.

He examined every beauty mark, freckle, or scar on your face, and watched how you slightly tilt your head to the side when watching the kids show. It made his lips curl upwards a little, seeing how focused you were—biting your lip in the meantime.

Until, both of your eyes met a couple of times, and this time, you held it, glancing down to each other's lips and then back to one another's eyes.

Suddenly, Satoru inched closer, and so were you as your hands slid up his shoulders—removing his sunglasses to take a better view of his eyes as he smiled by your actions.

For the first time, his lips are on yours, and one of his hands cupped your face, tracing the skin under your eye as you closed your eyes.

The least to say was that it was an okay kiss, but there was some practice that could've been done.

"How was that?" Satoru whispers, and there's blush on his cheeks. This was a rare scene.

"Part your lips a little," you reply, noses brushing.

Taking your advice, Satoru went down again, meeting your lips as he parted his just like you said. The kiss wasn't soft or quick anymore—it was longer, passionate as you pulled each other closer, not wanting to let go.

One of his hands rested on your thigh, boldly climbing upwards to the edge of your skirt, and he was bold enough to lick your lips before sliding his tongue in, colliding with yours.

Both of you were breathing raggedly—the kiss growing heated and tense in just a few minutes after getting the hang of it.

Satoru's hand slid up under your skirt, but you quickly stepped him, pulling away.

"What's the matter?" he took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to face him.

"I'm nervous," you say.

"I know."

"Yeah, but..." you exhaled through the nose, closing your eyes before opening them. "I'm nervous you won't like the way my body looks... I'm nervous that you won't like it—that you'll be disgusted or—"

Satoru interrupts you with a kiss, and when he pulled away, he was smirking.

"Y/N, I don't think I'll ever be disgusted by you, ever." He caressed your cheek. "You're pretty, and every time I look at you... I'm glad my Six Eyes can take in every little detail about you... 'cause then I know what you like—" he dipped down, whispering in your ear "—and knowing which area on your body is blocked off to others, but knowing I was the one man that saw it once."

Your breath hitched.

So, you let his hand travel under your skirt, meeting the lace of your panties—and you made sure to wear a matching set for this—and you could see his eyes growing wide a little. He was also in disbelief.

Leaning down, Satoru's lips grazed over your neck, and they tickled your skin, making you shudder slightly.

No wonder they called it the sweet spot.

"Can I touch you more?" he whispers into your ear.

"Yes... please." you tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling.

Satoru couldn't help but grin at your desperate needs, and he trailed kissing down your neck. He removed his hand from under your skirt and went to your breasts—squeezing them through your uniform.

A faint moan escapes your lips, biting on the bottom part. Your hands squeezed his shoulders in return, and enjoyed this new sense of pleasure.

"Does it feel nice?" Satoru asks against your neck, and his hand fondled your breast a little harder.

"Y-Yes..." you reply, breathing labord.

Gently, he pushes you down on the soft cushions, hovering above you, and leans back—taking a second to examine yourself.

Your lips were a little swollen, and his thumb brushed over it, making his own lips part. Your eyes—half-lidded, masking behind a look of desire and satisfaction.

"Look at you..." he whispers seductively. "So needy. I never knew I could have such an effect on you, mochi."

That bastard. One minute, he was blushing, showing a bit of vulnerability, and now here he was, smirking down upon you with pride filling up at his chest.

Of course, you couldn't admit that he was right about this. You can't deny the heat crawling in your inner thighs, how your pussy throbs, and your walls clench around nothing.

All because of Satoru.

"Don't go over your head," you murmur, and he grabs at your hips.

He laughs lightly. "But you can't resist me."

His lips crash against yours again, and your arms sneak around his torso, running his chest atop of yours.

In need of friction, you grind your hips against his, and it makes him groan in response—beginning to do the same thing as he met your hips in return, grinding his growing erection against your clothed core.

Satoru's fingers touch the buttons to the top of your uniform, and begin undoing each one as his hands shake a little.

Removing the top, he throws it onto the tatami mat, and his eyes are transfixed by the sight of your bar upper body—your bra, the only item covering your breasts.

"You're so much prettier like this," he praises, kissing your lips.

His hands went to both of your breasts, squeezing them, and you moaned in response as your fingers played with the buttons to his uniform, unbuttoning each piece as the material slid off his body—down to the floor.

His upper body was exposed in all its glory, and the tip of your fingers traced over the lines of his muscles as his biceps flexed by your touch as he squeezed your breasts.

"Like what you see?" Satoru smirked.

You roll your eyes. "Don't ruin the moment."

"Fine by me," he murmured against your lips, and his fingers went to the back of your bra, playing with the clip of your bra, but struggling.

"You need help?" you cocked a brow.

"No—" he grunted, trying again. "I almost have—"

You raised a hand up to stop him dead in his tracks, and he listened. You take your fingers in yours, guiding them to the clip or your bra and helping him remove it as the straps fell off your shoulders, sliding down to expose your breasts.

You looked away, trying to hide them, but Satoru quickly stopped you, pulling your hands away to get a better look at your breasts.

"You look more beautiful like this," he murmurs, leaning his head down as his hot breath trickled your breasts.

Suddenly, Satoru captured one nipple into his mouth, sucking on the bud as a moan leaves your lips, grabbing a fistful of his white hair that made him groan in response.

"Fuck..." you whimper, grinding your clothed pussy against his crotch again for friction, and he moaned, moving with yours.

His free hand toyed with your other nipple, pinching, and fondling with the flesh as he peers up at you, admiring your reactions.

It didn't last long when Satoru's lips pulled away from your nipple, making a "pop" sound. Instead, he trailed his lips down to your stomach, right above your belly button.

The sensation of his lips tickled your skin when he made contact—and you knew immediately where he was trying to go.

A soft gasp escapes your lips, squirming beneath him—forcing him to pull back.

"What's the matter?" he asked, grinning. "Ah, you're sensitive, are you?"

"Shut up," you grumble.

"You know—" Satoru grabbed your waist, holding you down securely as his lips moved down right above the hem of your skirt. "—despite being all grumpy and stubborn... you're sensitive... and now I wonder how you're gonna react when I my lips reach your pussy."

Your eyes widened, and you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment in an attempt to hide away.

He chuckles at that. "Thought so."

Grabbing the hem of your skirt, the white-haired man tugs it down, taking his time as the material slides off of your body before discarding it onto the floor with the rest.

In full view, he gazed down at your damped panties, seeing the wet spot that formed on the fabric by his doings.

In embarrassment, you closed your legs, but Satoru grabbed at them, forcing them open.

"Nuh-uh, open those pretty legs," he smirks, bringing his face back to your level.

His hand snakes over your thigh as he holds your gaze, feeling successful by the sight of your eyes glancing away or the sight of embarrassment and shyness plastered on your face—the complete opposite of your grumpiness.

"Have you tried touching yourself?" as Satoru asks this, his fingers play with the edge of your panties, slowly tugging them down.

You spare him a glance, wondering why he would ask such a thing, and you didn't respond.

"Don't make me repeat myself, angel." Angel. That was new. "Have you tried touching yourself?"

You nod. "Yes."

"Tell me, what do you like." It wasn't a question. It was a demand.

His fingers slipped under your panties, meeting your dripping cunt, and you gasped, gripping at his shoulders.

In the past, sometimes you and Satoru would have sex conversations about random stuff. About different parts of males and females—things that give them pleasure.

So, safe to say, Satoru knew where those things were on a woman's body—but he needed someone to guide him—such as yourself.

Bringing a hand down, you take his thumb, pressing it against your clitoris—and just from the light pressure made your breath hitch. You can't believe you needed Satoru this bad.

"Put some pressure on it..." you state, and he holds your gaze. "And rub it gently—not too fast."

Satoru listens, and his thumb does what you say, and his cold-blue eyes watch your reactions the entire time.

You gasp and faintly moan. It felt nice—wonderful, and Satoru was doing a good job (shockingly), and it was satisfying—feeding into your needs with your eyes wide.

Satoru leaned down, capturing your lips with his, and he swallows up the sweet sounds you make as his tongue collides with yours.

Getting an idea, his thumb continues rubbing against your sensitive bud as his finger rubs between your wet folds—making you moan. So, he inserts a finger.

Gasping, you arch your back, moaning in response, and the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around his finger excites him.

"How many fingers can you take?" he murmurs against your lips.

"T-Two..." you reply, but it'll hurt a little from being stretched out even from that.

Satoru slides in a second finger, pumping them in and out of your dripping pussy, and your nails dug into his shoulders.

"Curl your fingers a little—" you pant, and again, he listens, making you cry out in pleasure. "Fuck—"

He kissed your cheek, his fingers pumping in and out of at a steady pace with them curled. He placed a little more pressure on your clitoris, and it leaves you squirming.

His lips grazed over your ear as he whispered, "You make such pretty sounds. I wonder what you'll sound like when I have my cock inside that tight pussy of yours."

The way he was talking to you sent a new sense of pleasure down your core. He had never talked to you this way before and... it turned you on. It made your walls clamp down around him more.

It made you go into your fantasies... wondering how it would feel like with Satoru inside of you, fucking in and out of you with his sounds right against your ear.

All these thoughts... the pleasure grew within you, and soon enough—

"Satoru, I'm—!" you gasp. the pleasure washes over your entire body, leaving you trembling and panting heavily as you arch your back, pressing your chest against his.

Satoru raised his brows at the sight of you, moaning in pleasure when you orgasm, and he enjoyed the sight.

He wanted to see that again.

Over and over—

Again.

He pulled his fingers out, examining your juices sticking between his digits as he grinned, seeing how they glistened under the dimlight.

"How'd I do?" he pulls his attention back to you.

"Better than I expected," you nod, catching your breath.

Sitting up, Satoru helps you, resting his hand on the small of your back.

However, something caught your eye. Looking down at Satoru's crotch, you saw his growing bulge, and your eyes widened at the sight.

He was big.

Satoru notices this. "You can touch it if you want," and despite him grinning, his cheeks have a tint of blush.

"What?" you snap your head back at him.

"You heard me." he leaned down, his breath hot on your face.

Gulping down a lump in your throat, your hand hesitantly touched his bulge, using your palm to squeeze it gently.

Satoru responds with a groan. "Shit..."

You never expected this, but you undid his belt, sliding it off as the metal clanked when hitting the floor, and unzipped his pants.

You didn't realize how much you were shaking when you looked down at your hands.

Sliding off his pants—including his boxers, you gaze down, eyes growing wide at the sight of his cock sprung free.

He was 6.5 inches at least, and fairly thick—but not too thick, and his pink tip was leaking with pre-cum.

It made your mouth water.

You were about to reach your hand out when you stopped yourself. "Can I...?"

He nods. "Go ahead."

Your hand wrapped around his length, your thumb brushing over his tip as the pre-cum sticked to your digit as you began pumping him up and down.

"Fuck..." Satoru pants out, squinting his eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

Taking your other free hand, he moves it to his balls and makes you squeeze them gently.

Listening to his wishes, you squeeze his balls a little harder while pumping his hard cock up and down, slowly picking up the pace, but not too fast.

"Just like that... good girl," he praises, and something inside of you shuddered at the way he called you that.

He leaned down, kissing you passionately as your hands kept working, panting heavily into his mouth.

Pulling away, you kissed his neck, hearing him sigh in satisfaction before lowering your head down.

"What're you—" Satoru doesn't finish his question when he moans once your warm tongue licked his tip and tasted his pre-cum.

Slowly, you open your mouth wider, taking in his cock, bobbing your head up and down, and feeling his tip hitting the back of your throat.

Your saliva ran down his length, and Satoru's fingers grasped at your hair, pulling on the strands as he helped guide you take his cock in your mouth.

Sucking him off, your hand also fondled with his balls like he said earlier and peered up at him.

He looked so pretty. His face flushed pink, and his lips part, breathing heavily as he met your eyes, looking so vulnerable and flushed.

You tried to take on how full length without gagging, and when he did, he praised, "Atta girl, what a good girl." You don't know why or how, but when he praised you like that it made your pussy turn into a waterfall.

Pulling away for breath, you gasp, saliva trailing down your chin as your eyes met.

"Good girl," Satoru praised again, grabbing your chin as he leaned down to kiss you, getting a taste of himself.

"How'd I do?" your breath was short.

"Really good," he nods. "Never knew a girl Iike you could do such a thing."

"Oh, really?" you cocked a brow. "I never knew a boy like you could even a girl an orgasm."

"But I did," he firmly replies, smirking. "I gave you, angel, one. In exactly under five minutes."

Damn it, he was right.

"I bet you can't even make me squirt," you huff, looking away.

Satoru blushed, and for a moment, he was thinking about it before he said—

"I bet I can."

You snap your head back in his direction. "You couldn't."

Out of the blue, Satoru pushed you to lay down back on the couch, grabbing at your hips as you yelp with his grip pulling you towards him.

"Oh, I think I really can." he lowers his head down, and before you could say anything else, he licks his tongue between your lips.

Spiders crawl at your skin, and you hitched in a gasp. Immediately, you squeezed your thighs around his head, trying to somehow push him away from embarrassment, but—

"Don't even," he purred, forcing your legs apart as he brought your knees to rest on his shoulders. "I want you to spread your legs for me."

Parting his lips, he sucked on your clitoris, and you moaned, arching your back.

He inserts two fingers inside of you again, curdling them like you said. He remembered those past sex conversations you two would have—and he recalled you mentioning a "g-spot," and so, he made his fingers brush over it.

Doing this, your jaw agapes, crying out in pleasure as your hand lowers down to his white strands of hair, tugging on the soft locks.

He licked your juices, humming in satisfaction. His blue eyes peered over at you, watching your pleasure face of rapture. His nose brushed against your clitoris, and he couldn't get enough.

"You taste so sweet..." Satoru groans quietly, closing his eyes for a moment, focusing on his fingers moving in and out you—curling against your g-spot. "You look so fucking beautiful when I eat your pussy... I should do this more often 'cause you become so soft for me..."

I should do this more often.

Satoru wanted to do it again with you. It made you a little surprised nonetheless, but it excited in you in some way. Not just how he pleasures you—but also by his words.

You never knew Satoru could say such dirty, sensual things, but you didn't mind. It was amusing, and it made your stomach flutter.

"Wait, 'Toru—" you breathe passionately, and there's an unknown feeling growing in your stomach that you've never felt before.

It felt like you needed to... pee?

"'Toru!" you exclaim in pleasure, and without knowing, that pleasure releases as you squirt right in front of Satoru.

Gasping, you look down in embarrassment, and around Satoru's lips, mouth, and some parts of his cheeks were covered in your essence with his eyes slightly wide.

Heat created up to your face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't— you were cut off.

"Don't be embarrassed," he gave you a reassuring smile that turned to a grin. "I told you I could do it."

You glance away, still embarrassed.

"In fact..." Satoru grasps at your hips, pulling your dripping cunt closer to his face. "Give me one more, angel. You can do that for me, can't you?"

Before you could protest; his mouth is back on your wet pussy.

☆☆☆

After reaching your release for the third time, Satoru finally pulls away.

The both of you were panting heavily, coming out in short breaths as you met one anothers gaze after the whole ordeal.

Your pussy was puffy, and you felt exhausted.

"Had enough?" you breathe out, unable to move on the couch.

Satoru chuckles. "Yeah, of this..."

He leans down, his lips brushing over yours, grasping at your hips with his thumb tracing circles on the bone.

"You ready?"

Oh.

You raise your brows, and you feel as if your heart is about to burst out of your chest in any given moment.

You were going to lose your virginity.

To Satoru Gojo.

And he would lose his virginity.

To you.

Nodding, your throat feels dry, gulping down your saliva to help moisture it. "Yeah, I guess I am. Are you, at least?"

"Yeah," Satoru nods, looking deeply into your eyes, as if trying to see into your soul. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes," you firmly reply. "I mean, we've already come this far... so why stop now? And you...?"

He chuckles softly. "You're right. I'm ready."

Satoru presses his body weight more on top of you, his forehead leaning against yours as you hold eye contact. His hands hold your hip and thigh, trying to soothe you.

"You told me it hurts a little at first, right?" he questions, recalling what you've told him before in past conversations.

"Correct," you nod. "Go slow."

"I will," he whispers.

Grasping at his cock, Satoru lines the tip at your entrance, giving you one last look to check on your approval, and you do. You nod.

Slowly, he slides the tip of his cock in, and you gasp, holding his shoulders.

Groaning, you squint your eyes, and your short breaths tangle with his as you look into each other's eyes, taking in the moment that's happening in both of your lives.

Tears blur your vision. It did hurt. "I-I can't—"

"You can do it, angel," Satoru encourages, and he pushes further inside of you as you gasp and groan in both pain and pleasure. "You can do it—shit..."

He pushes in farther, and he's already fully in. You feel so tight and warm around his cock, and he doesn't want to pull out.

"Can I move?" he queried, kissing your cheek.

You nod, clinging to him.

Again, slowly, Satoru begins thrusting in and out of you, and it felt so good—he wondered how and why it felt so... wonderful. Why hadn't he done it earlier?

A faint moan leaves your lips, and the pleasure overpowers the pain as your pussy is stretched out by his thick cock.

He moans along with you, and you hold each other's gaze for the whole time, moving as one as Satoru begins to quicken his pace, grasping at your hips.

Your nails dug in his back, and he groans, meeting your lips into a fiery kiss as your sweet sounds mixed with his.

"'Toru..." you whimper, closing your eyes.

"You're taking me so well..." Satoru praises, placing multiple kisses on your lips and then your neck. "Such a good girl—so tight."

You take one of your hands off his back, cupping his face to meet his crystal-blue eyes.

But something appears in your head.

"Satoru..." you call out, narrowing your eyes. "Did you put on a condom?"

This makes his eyes widen, and he doesn't stop his thrusts. He looks down, watching his cock moving in and out you—covered in your juices with no protection on.

"Nope," he simply says, and he gives you a smile.

"Satoru!" you scold. "I'm not even on birth control."

He grins, kissing your jaw. "It's okay. I'll pull out."

"You better—fuck!" you wail in pleasure when he suddenly thrusts deeper into you—his tip hitting against your cervix.

The conversation is dropped, and the two of you focus on the pleasure of intimacy.

You grasp at his back again, your nails clawing at his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind by his hisses of satisfaction, thrusting faster into you.

Both of your bodies are covered in sweat, and your skin rubs and sticks to one another's as the sound of your juices squelch from his cock going in and out of you.

The pleasure builds inside you again, spreading all over your body as you scream his name, reaching your orgasm as you cum on his cock.

"I love it when you scream my name," Satoru whispers, biting on your earlobe.

It doesn't take long for him as well as he starts pounding into you harder with desperate needs as his abs flex, and he holds your hips hard.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" in time, Satoru pulls out, cumming on your stomach as the white, thick liquid rests on your abdomen.

Satoru plops on top of you, and you both breathe heavily. You both stay still, unable to move after your actives that must've been... more than a few hours at this point.

"How do you feel?" you're breathless, combing your fingers through his white hair.

He enjoys your touch, resting his head on your chest as he sighs. "Amazing. It felt so good—you felt so good."

You chuckle. "Yeah, it was amazing. I... oh my god."

"What?" he lifts his head up to look at you, cocking a brow.

"I can't believe I lost my virginity to you, Satoru Gojo," you say in disbelief.

He laughs loudly. "I know you don't regret it, and I don't regret losing mine to you."

It's silent for a moment, and you hold each other's gaze, wondering what the other was thinking, but the two of you agree on—

"You down for another round?" Satoru smirks.

"Yeah," you smile.

You and Satoru are in a nearby pharmacy after the two of you finish hours and hours of sex, and it's already past midnight.

Your legs are still shaking.

Walking around the pharmacy, you stroll between aisles, looking for birth control and a few condoms that Satoru can wear—instead of forgetting to buy one or even use one—

"¥7,419.30 ($50) for birth control??" you quietly exclaim, turning to look at Satoru in shock.

"Hmm?" he takes his hand out of his pockets, taking the item in his hold while examining the piece behind his shades, chuckling. "Guess the world wants women to have children, huh?"

You roll your eyes. "I guess... I don't want to pay that much for plan b... God, I guess I have to."

Before you could walk to the cashier, Satoru grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against his chest as he stares down at you.

"I'll tell you what," he begins. "I'll pay for condoms and plan b... if you promise to hook up with me again."

Your eyes widened, and you thought you would never do this again with Satoru. You only thought it was just for him to lose his virginity—but maybe he was pussy drunk—?

He did love your pussy the moment he licked and fingered it the first time.

"Deal," you smile, nodding in agreement.

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