himbobsf!Gojo and his little obsession for you
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It wasnāt always easy being friends with himbobsf!Gojo, especially with the track record he had around school. Itās not like he was in any drama with anyone, itās the fact that he had a long list of girls heās fucked and the first semester isnāt even over yet. After every single party he would drag you to, he would end up with another girl on his side, dropping you off or ordering an Uber to drop you off home before he did whatever he did with those girls.
Even though you two were close since elementary, it did hurt you sometimes to be around him. Almost every guy you talked to would start to act weird once they realized just how close you were to him. āYeah, I practically do everything with him,ā you would roll your eyes and sigh, not realizing the guy you talked to would immediately assume the worst. Rumors had followed you every once in a while that you and Gojo were fucking.
The irony of it all: you were an inexperienced virginā¦
You would always complain to your himbobsf!Gojo about how envious you were about his experience. He had always told you of his times with every girl heās had. Some in the shower, hot tub, his car. Some his age, a little younger, or a lot older. Even though āran throughā was a term that could be used for him, you didnāt careā at least he got some.
āItās not all rainbows and sunshine you know. A bunch of girls Iāve been with have been complete shit.ā he would laugh, while looking at you. The sunlight lightly shone on him, making his azure eyes glow. The two of you were sitting on his couch in his apartment (that was conveniently across the hall from yours) having another one of your āLife isnāt fair, I want to be railedā rants.
āWell you still know what youāre doing. I donāt even know if Iām a good kisser.ā you sighed. The one relationship you did have freshman year in high school was short lived and didnāt get far enough to prepare you for the ventures of college. āHell, I wouldn't mind you being my teacher if that meant I got good at everything.ā you sighed, closing your eyes.
You hadnāt seen him, but Gojo stilled in his tracks, eyes darting to you. You couldnāt see the thoughts racking through his head of all the things he always wanted to could teach you. And you also didn't see the growth in his pants as a result of his thoughts.
He thought you didn't know what Gojo would do once you left. You forgot a jacket here? Heās smelling it like a pervert, grinding into any soft but firm surface like his mattress or even where you sat on his couch to satiate the desire he had in his sweats. He groaned with every thrust, breathing in your scent and imagining it was your body he was grinding against, teasing you until you begged to fuck him.
This fantasy started when you borrowed one of his hoodies since it was āalways so cold" in his apartmentā which totally wasnāt a trick for him to see your erect nipples through those thin little tanks you would wear when visiting him. Just seeing you look so small in his clothing had him ready to tear you apart, the size comparison between you two often showing when he would stand behind you.
You also didnāt know about his recurring habit of jerking off in the shower while moaning your name, the warm water hitting his back softly in comparison to his hand stroking hardly against his length. He started this habit after your roommate let him in and he walked into your bathroom to see you in the shower, unaware of his perverted eyes stalking through the glass door. He often imagined opening the door and fucking you right there, slamming into your tight little pussy while he rubs gently on your clit. He thinks about it so much, he swears he can almost hear you moaning his name.
And you especially didnāt know about his problem of saying your name instead of those āshitā girlsā names that he had sex with. He would be balls deep in another girl, with his eyes shut, imagining the moans were coming out of your mouth, the waist he held was yours, the hair he pulled was yours. Of course if wasnāt his fault if he groaned your name instead of theirsā and it definitely wasnāt his fault if thatās where the rumor of you two fucking came from.
It also wasnāt his fault if the distance guys would give you after finding out you were friends with him stopped talking to you was out of fear of Gojo, not fear of you fucking him. Itās not like he would start intimidating or threatening themā¦ that would be crazyā¦
āReally?,ā he asked, swallowing in an attempt to fix the dryness in his throat. Snapping out of his run through fantasies of you.
You turned your head to look at him and opened your eyes, even the little things like that had him wrapped around your finger. āHmm, Iāll consider it. Mkay?ā you replied innocently.
Gojo smiled back thinking about how you wont even know about the massive load heāll release tonight from yet another fantasy.
But who says you didnāt know?
Who says you havenāt been let in the apartment by Geto, Gojoās roommate a couple times only to hear moaning coming from his bathroom, sometimes even bedroom door. You had came to get your hoodie you forgot, only for it to be missing, Gojo refusing to give it back because āit needs to be washed.ā Who says you havenāt heard through the front door the couch shifting against the ground while your name is moaned loudly by a voice youāre too familiar with. Who says no girl heās been with hasnāt told you personally what he said when having sex with him. And who says these guys youāve tried talking to haven't told you the truth about why they stopped talking to you.
Lastly, who said you didnāt love it though? The idea of your slutty best friend being obsessed with you fulfilled your own sexual fantasies. Imagining him railing you like he did with the girls he would tell you about every night. Hell, the short-lived relationship you did have was short lived because you kept calling him Gojo.
You loved the obsession your himbobsf!Gojo had on you. And you knew how you were finally going to use it to your advantage very soon.
