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mikaryu · 22 days ago

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brother’s bsf pt. 2

part 2!! cars and smut, some arguing i believe i havent read this in a while.

enjoy!

The white-haired oncer. The azygos man. A player. Gojo had become a man of many names his freshman year. He was known to be good in bed. The best, even. Girls at their college always were fanatic in their attempts to get even just one night with him. If they could, that was all they would ever get. When he wasn’t ruining someone’s legs, he was flaunting himself. Teachers resented him, male students indignant. Everyone was jealous of him. Not only did he cast a shadow over any man’s attempt with a woman, he was wealthy, and a good student. He hadn’t gotten into an ivy league school for just his money. However, that was the main reason.

Leaning on his white Carrera, not a scrap or speck of dirt to be seen, laughing at Geto smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. He would smile at a group of female students passing by, winking at one in particular through his achromic lashes, over his black circular glasses. That was how each day went.

His sophomore year, he disappeared. There were murmurs here and there of people who managed to get with him early in the school year, but they soon dissipated. New freshman girls heard rumors of his previous year’s reputation and tried making moves on him. Allas, the man had become stubborn. Something was different. He became a challenge, or competition, of sorts. A trophy. Who could make the great Gojo Satoru crack?

You, of course, were mostly unaware of your brother’s best friend’s reputation. To you, he was just a close friend. Yes, eventually you had friends tell you of the rumors, but it didn’t bother you. He was your best friend, and someone you deeply cared about as you grew close that school year. Any time you weren’t stuck with your head in the books studying, or trapped in a long lecture class, you were with Geto and Gojo. The three of you were inseparable. Gojo would take the two of you in his car out for dinner, to the movies, or just for joyrides. Anything either of you wanted. Geto would sit in the passenger seat, while you lay in the back with your feet up. Gojo had scolded you several times before, leaning back with one hand on the wheel to slap your legs down, but eventually he gave up. Seeing him show some sort of annoyance was always amusing, as it contradicted the man’s unserious personality.

Your first year of college was perfect.

Of course you had to do something to fuck it up. You just weren’t expecting it.

Gojo’s eyes open, slowly taking in a bed of white reflecting the sun from the window. Your body is still pressed up against him, his arms lazily wrapped around you. He tightens his hold on you, pulling you closer, nose pressing into your hair. He inhales, your scent filling his senses with warmth. You’re still wearing his hoodie. He had sacrificed a year of pussy for this and god was it worth it.

He was ecstatic when you texted him. In case you made a mistake, he made sure to act confused. But when you stayed persistent, he knew he had his chance.

Never had he known what love felt like. It was always “smash and go”. He never stayed long enough to experience romance. Everyone else was just so boring . But seeing your face illuminated by the morning’s sun, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling slowly, your long lashes resting on your skin, he is stuck . He never got to this level of intimacy, waking up after a night with someone. He wouldn’t want it with anyone else.

”Satoru?” Your throat croaks, groggy from sleep, sore from the night.

His hand cups your cheek, pulling your face close. “Good morning darlin’.” You look up at him, closing your eyes again when he kisses you. His lips are warm, evoking your memories of last night. He pulls away. “How’d you sleep? Good?”

You nuzzle your face into his bare chest, sighing and murmuring something inaudible.

Gojo chuckles, petting your hair, propping himself up on one arm. “What was that?”

”Yes.”

He smiles down at you as you look up. “Think Suguru’ll be mad?”

”Don’t remind me.” You turn over, pulling away from his hold and rolling off the bed.

You shuffle through your drawers and closet, collecting pieces of clothing for your outfit today. He watches you from your bed as you put on a tennis skirt and replace his hoodie for a baggy T.

You turn back to him, hands on your hips. “So?”

His eyes run up and down your figure quickly before returning to your face. “Looks great.” His smirk gives away that he obviously isn’t talking about the outfit.

”Not how I look, dumbass,” you throw his hoodie back at him, hitting his face. “I’m talking about us. Am I just another one of your ‘one-times’? Are we still friends? Or what?”

“Woah woah woah, ‘one-times’? That’s awfully cold.”

”You know what I mean, Gojo. I know about your reputation.”

”Oh, so we’re back to Gojo?”

”Stop changing the subject!”

He shrugs, pulling the covers away to get out of your bed. He finds his shirt somewhere astray on the floor, slipping it over his head. You groan, looking down at the floor as he walks up to you. He takes your chin in his hand, holding your face to look back up at him. “You know that’s not how I think about you.” His finger drags along your cheek, his face relaxing as he admires your features.

”Why don’t we go somewhere? I’ll take you on, I guess a date. That sound good?”

”I guess that depends.”

”On what, exactly?” His smile is sarcastic, teasing.

You lean in close, lips beside his ear. “Let me drive?” You’re grinning more than ever, he whips his head to the side.

”Fuck no.” He pushes your shoulders gently, laughing.

You pout, looking up at him, begging. “Please? You never let anyone drive, it’s such a pretty car.” You drag out your words, fists gently pounding at his chest.

His arms grab around your waist, picking you up so your legs wrap around and squeeze his hips. Your arms are around his neck now as he spins the two of you. “Satoru!” You giggle, throwing your head back.

When he stops, he lays you back on your bed, pinning you down and kissing your neck. “Fine,” he says it in such a sassy way, but you know he’s only playing. “since I love you so much. Anything for you.”

He loves you. Satoru loves you.

His head leaves your neck, staring at your complexion. “I think I love you to.”

”You think?”

”Just a hunch.”

But you aren’t lying. As he kisses all over your face, holding your cheeks together as your giggle, squirming when his hair tickles you until your lips interlock, you know it’s true.

At nearly twenty hundred hours, Satoru rolls down your street in that shiny white 911 Carrera of his. You had snuck him out of your house earlier, making sure to avoid Suguru. The two of you would have to tell him eventually, but for now, the secret was part of the fun. The oranging sun casts over his figure as he steps out, readjusting his shades while walking over to meet you in your driveway.

”Let me escort you, m’lady.” He teases, bowing all gentleman-like before smiling up at you over the frame of his glasses.

“Why thank you.” You take his arm as he walks you to the driver’s seat.

You sit down, adjusting yourself and fastening in. He shuts the door, walking to sit in the passenger seat.

”Now I get to be a passenger princess instead of Suguru.”

You roll your eyes at him, holding your hand out for the keys.

He bites his lip nervously, hesitating before digging in his pocket. His hand hovers yours, waiting another moment before dropping them in your palm.

”Please, go easy on her.” He bends forward, hugging the dashboard where the glove compartment is.

You plug the key into the ignition, pressing your foot on the brake before turning it. The engine starts up, gauge needles fluctuating before returning to their position. Multiple indicators flicker behind the wheel, a jingle sounds.

”Take care of her? You’re due for an oil change, dumbass.”

”It didn’t say that earlier.” He leans his head in front of you, looking at the dash.

”Right, you just want to seem more responsible than you actually are. I’m sure you don’t want me naming examples.”

He tenses, knowing what you are referencing. “Who let you drive?”

You shut up. This was the first time in the driver’s seat, let alone even the front of his car. You wrap your fingers around the top of the shift stick, gently moving it into first with your foot on the clutch. Slowly releasing the clutch and adding to the gas pedal, you stay at a steady pace before turning off your road. The darkening highway has few cars, most people home from work now. You shift into fourth gear, reaching just above 110 kilometers per hour (70/mph).

He plugs his phone into the aux, The Neighbourhood playing.

"You can step it up a little bit, I think I've gotten used to your driving." Gojo reaches his hand over the console, palm resting on your thigh, lightly gripping the sides. You switch into fourth gear, pressing on the gas until you're at a steady 140 kilometers per hour (85/mph).

"Careful, try to stay under five thousand RPM. Switch to fifth if you go any faster." He takes his hand off your thigh, using it to cover your hand on the shift stick. When he uses your hand to shift into fifth, you speed up more. Behind the wheel, you read 157 kilometers per hour (98/mph).

The window tosses your hair around, the sun nearly blinding your eyes as you are facing directly West. It casts pink steaks on the altostratus clouds, fading into purples and deep blues behind you. Gojo is leaning back, looking at you smiling. He imitates your face, a grin on his lips as he admires your features covered by the fading sunlight. You look at him momentarily, before returning your gaze to the road. His hand is on your thigh again when you switch to sixth gear, 180 kilometers and climbing (110/mph).

The sunlight retracts as the sun disappears from the horizon, sky dimming into oxford blue. Suddenly, Gojo reaches to grab the shift. "Slow down, now." He almost yells, quickly pushing it into a lower gear as you drop speeds. He points out a cop ahead, hidden in a median surrounded by trees. You think you were quick enough to slow down, but when you see blue and red headlights flash on, you panic.

"Swap with me." Gojo reaches over you, clicking your seatbelt off and grabbing your shoulders. You hop into the passenger as he stretches over the console, plopping into the driver's seat and rebuckling.

He grips the stick shift, forcing it into fifth, then sixth, returning to 180 kilometers per hour in a matter of seconds (110/mph). The cop is still behind him, siren going off. He presses a button on the wheel, raising the volume.

Move to the city with me

I don't wanna be alone

(Don't wanna be alone)

You're too pretty for me

Baby, I know (it's true), yeah

His foot doesn't let off the gas, faster and faster, until the numbers don't feel any different as they climb. You're clutching onto anything you can, right hand holding the door, left hand gripping Gojo's bicep. Your ears are filled with wind, your own heartbeat, and the music. You whip your head around, seeing the cop falling behind. You look back at Gojo, his jaw clenched, eyes darting between the road in front of him and the rearview mirror over his glasses. His white hair flies wildly in the wind, and he starts to smile.

You look better when you first wake up

Than anybody else I've fucked

Baby, I got good luck with you

I didn't know we'd get so far

And it's only the start

Baby, you got me worried (ayy)

You can't help but laugh, basking in the rush of adrenaline you just had. He looks at you quickly, laughing along with you as he continues at 250 kilometers per hour (155/mph).

Your love is scaring me

No one has ever cared for me

As much as you do

Ooh, yeah, I need you here, oh

Eventually, the cop is out of sight. Gojo holds off the gas, letting it glide down to a slow speed. He shifts back into a sane gear, turning into an exit and pulling off the highway.

"Can you find out where the hell are we?" He looks at you over his glasses, exhaling in a breathy laugh.

You pull out your phone, showing him the distance from your house. By the time you are within twenty minutes of your house, it is past twenty one hundred hours. He pulls into a Chick-Fil-A parking lot, turning the engine off. He presses something, the top starting to fold back on.

He gets out of the car, grabbing the seat lever and pulling it forward so he can get into the back. "What are you doing?

"Get back here and bend over the console."

Your mouth gapes open, astonished by his forwardness.

"Close your mouth, we can do that another time." He's grinning, manspreading with his arms spread over the top of the seats.

You're embarrassed, but nonetheless, follow his demands. You try not to struggle, sliding your legs over the console into the back. You sit in the center of the back, then lean forward to bend over the console like he asked. He slides over so his legs are around yours, his hands cupping your ass in your shorts. They run up your back, lifting your shirt along the way. He's leaning over you now, pushing your hair to the side so he can kiss your neck. Your arms are stretched in front of you, gripping the sides of the console.

His hands are on your hips, finger hooking at the waistband of your shorts. You whine when he bites your neck, his tongue quickly laving over the spot. He pulls down your shorts so they fall to your ankles. His hand roughly grips your ass, kneading it before moving his fingers to ghost over your clothed entrance.

God, your head is reeling . The car is cramped, but you have no care. You would bend like a contortionist for him if he so needed. Already, you could see the first signs of fog on the windshield and windows. Your body is hot, your breath is heightened and heavy.

He pushes your panties to the side, two fingers parting your folds. His touches are so light, purposefully teasing you. You can feel him smile his breath on your neck and ear. His free hand comes up, wrapping around your hair and pulling just enough so your head tilts back more. You're gripping to the console, neck strained, back arching. His hips are pressed against your ass, his arm around your waist so his fingers can stroke your wet pussy. He slides a finger in, slowly thrusting so you let out a mewl.

"Feel that? Feel how wet you are? All because of me, hm?" His nibbles at the tip of your ear, pulling away to kiss your neck again. "Gonna fuck you, right here and now. In the back of my car, make you take me like a fucking slut." He adds another finger, roughly thrusting in, curling into that one spot deliciously .

You moan, trying to turn your head to look at him. He tugs at your hair again, redirecting your gaze through the front of the car. Your eyes flutter closed. The pain doesn't even register. The only thing you can feel is him . His hands, fingers deep in you fast paced, his mouth on your neck, dick pressed to your ass. Your legs start to shake, barely holding you up anymore. Just before your knees buckle, he pulls his fingers out.

"No-" He lets go of your hair, your head falling before he catches you by your chin.

He pulls your jaw open, putting his fingers in your mouth. You wrap your lips around his fingers, groaning when you taste yourself.

"Yeah, just like that." Your tongue circles his fingers. He pushes them further, forcing you to gag.

He pulls them out, wiping your spit on your bunched up shirt. You let your head fall forward when he takes his hand off your chin, going to undo his pants. You rest your forehead on the console, tilting your head to look back at him as he slides his pants down. His cock is pressed against your ass, his hips rocking to rub it against you.

"God- fuck," his tip teases your entrance, pushing in just enough to be inside, then out again to rub along your fold, “been waiting all day."

"Satoru," you spread your legs more, "please just-"

You gasp when he sinks into you, stretching you out, making your walls clench and hug his cock the further he goes.

"Fuck…" he drags out, groaning when he shallowly thrusts again.

You feel slick dripping down your thighs, struggling to think as your senses slowly drown. Your suffocating under his smells, his skin, his voice, trying to stay surfaced but inevitably sinking back down because of him .

His hand spreads over the back of your neck, holding your head down. Your back arches as his thrusts deepen, slowly getting closer to that spot he found last time. Something about the way he feels is honestly just fucking poetic . How someone else can be so perfect for another, to the point where they physically click into place.

And you know that he's perfect for you, you do. Because no one else has ever made you feel like this, and you know it is permanent. When he whispers in your ear, telling you sweet nothings as his cock rams into you, you are melting. When he tells you to cum because he knows what you are feeling, you do.

Your legs shake, giving out under you as you spasm underneath him. He holds your waist, keeping your hips close to him when he finishes. His head drops to rest on your back, fringe sticking to his sweat covered forehead.

"God, fuck, baby. Are you here?" He laughs in your ear, the only thing reminding you that you are still on Earth. That you are still in the back of his car.

He pulls out of you, sitting back on the seat and pulling you next to him. His hand pushes your hair out of your face, behind your neck. He kisses the spot under your ear, making you shiver to the touch.

"You are so beautiful, you know that, right?"

You lean your head on his shoulder, basking in his presence.

"Thank you, Satoru."

"For what?"

"For loving me."

He does not argue. Why should he when you speak the truth?

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