giving bsf!gojo boner meds backfires on you !
you and satoru had been best friends forever—the kind where you knew every stupid secret, every late-night vent session, and every failed situationship. lately, though, his complaints had shifted. there were no more goofy stories about some girl blowing him in the back of his car. instead, it was frustrated groans over facetime, him sprawled on his expensive sheets with that blindfold half off, whining about how nothing worked anymore.
“dunno what’s wrong, babe. they’re hot, they’re into it, but my dick just… won’t cooperate. it’s embarrassing as hell.”
you laughed it off at first, teasing him about being a slut who finally burned out his system. but the more he brought it up, the more it ate at you. satoru—your satoru, the guy who used to get hard from a strong breeze—suddenly couldn’t perform? it didn’t sit right.
so you did what any good best friend would do. you ordered some strong boner pills online with discreet packaging, crushed one up, and slipped it into his favorite energy drink the next time he came over for movie night. just a little help, you told yourself. he’d thank you later.
except it backfired—hard.
halfway through the movie, his leg started bouncing. you noticed the flush creeping up his neck and the way his breathing grew heavier. he kept shifting on the couch, trying to hide the massive bulge straining against his gray sweatpants. you pretended not to see, but your stomach flipped.
he turned to you slowly, those impossibly blue eyes darker than usual, pupils blown wide. “what the fuck did you do?”
your heart dropped. “w-what?”
he laughed, low and shaky, but there was no humor in it. “don’t play dumb. i can taste it in the drink, you sneaky little shit. viagra? really?”
before you could even apologize or explain, he was on you. long fingers gripped your thighs as he yanked you under him so fast the remote clattered to the floor. his mouth crashed against yours—messy and desperate—his tongue pushing in like he was starving. you gasped into the kiss, and he swallowed it, grinding his rock-hard cock against your core through your thin shorts.
“been dealing with this shit for weeks,” he growled against your lips, voice wrecked. “and you just—fuck—you just decide to drug me? bad fucking girl.”
you tried to say sorry, but it came out as a whimper when he ripped your shorts down with zero patience and no teasing. two thick fingers shoved inside you without warning, curling meanly against that spot that made your back arch off the couch. you were already wet—your traitorous body—but he didn’t care about being gentle. he scissored you open fast, thumb brutal on your clit, eyes locked on your face the whole time.
“look at you. dripping for your best friend. you wanted this, didn’t you? wanted to see if the pills would work on me.”
he pulled his fingers out, shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. it was flushed dark, veiny, leaking at the tip, and terrifyingly hard—bigger than you had imagined in all those secret late-night thoughts. he didn’t give you time to breathe. he lined up and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. he was so deep it hurt in the best way, stretching you open and pressing right against your cervix. satoru moaned loudly, forehead dropping to yours, hips already snapping erratically.
“so fucking tight—shit, baby. this pussy’s sucking me in.”
there was nothing coordinated about it. he fucked you like a man possessed, hips pistoning wildly, the obscene sound of skin slapping skin filling your living room. the couch creaked dangerously beneath you. every thrust punched the air out of your lungs. he grabbed your legs, folding you in half with your ankles by your ears so he could drive even deeper.
“satoru—ahh—slow down, fuck—”
“can’t,” he panted, teeth sinking into your neck and sucking a dark mark. “feels too good. been so fucking long. this pussy—god, it’s perfect. made for me.”
he flipped you suddenly, pulling out just long enough to manhandle you onto your hands and knees. he was back inside before you could whine at the loss, pounding you from behind even harder. one hand fisted in your hair while the other slapped your ass and gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. it was chaotic and relentless, like he couldn’t control himself.
you came first, clenching around him so tight your vision whited out, moaning his name like a prayer. he didn’t stop. he just fucked you through it, groaning at the way you pulsed around his cock.
“again,” he demanded, reaching around to rub your clit roughly. “gimme another one. wanna feel it.”
you did—twice more—before he finally let himself go. his thrusts turned sloppy and erratic, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and came with a broken moan, flooding you with hot spurts that leaked out around his cock.
even then, he didn’t pull out. he collapsed over your back, still hard inside you, grinding lazy little circles.
“we’re not done,” he whispered against your ear, voice hoarse. “those pills aren’t wearing off anytime soon, princess. you’re gonna take care of your best friend all night, yeah?”
you could only whimper in response as he started moving again—slower this time, but just as deep—already building back up to that chaotic pace.
turns out, drugging gojo satoru was the best worst decision you’d ever made.