taking each other's virginity
in which you're both each other's first time
warnings: nsfw, cursing, unprotected sex, corny
wc: 1.3k
a/n: first time writing smut i'm never doing ts again
before you even get to make it to satoru's room he's already got one hand firm on your waist, pressing you against him, and the other one cupping your face, pulling you in even closer. he somehow manages to reach for the door handle, eagerly guiding you inside, all while his arm stays wrapped around your body. the door slams shut behind you with a loud BANG; he doesn't even bother to lock it. he's wayyyy too caught up in the moment.
satoru's dorm room is a mess of scattered energy drink cans and unfolded clothes, but tonight the chaos feels rather intimate. you've been together for three months now- breaking the rules between missions, sweet lisses and ENDLESS teasing that always ends in both of you wanting more. both of you are eighteen, both virgins despite all his cocky talk and tonight the tension you've been holding for so long finally snaps.
his kisses are hungry and passionate- his tongue slides up against yours and you feel his groans in your mouth. your knees are start to go weak; heat floods between your legs when you feel him smirking into the kisses. he backs you towards the bed, hands already under your shirt, palms sliding up your ribs. every touch sends tingles down your spine, to your core. his hands roa all over your body, tugging at your clothes. he takes your shirt off and you can finally catch your breath. he stares in awe- eyes wide at your bare chest, rising and falling rapidly due to your heavy panting, your breasts bouncing with each breath. the next second his mouth is on your nipple while his hand is playing with the other. the sudden wet heat makes you cry out; pleasure shoots straight to your core. he switches sides, teeth grazing, and you feel yourself getting more and more wet.
you yank his shirt off. the moment your hands touch his bare skin he shivers, he's burning hot. god, naked satoru gojo was such a sight... the way his abs flex, his defined arms... everything about him is perfect. you drag your fingers down his stomach and his dick jumps inside his boxers- you feel it against your stomach through the fabric. he kicks his pants and boxers off in one frantic motion; his cock is long, thick, flushed dark, leaking steadily and he stares at you like he’s starving.
satoru flips you onto your back and drags down both your sweatpants and panties in one smooth pull. he lines himself up, tip pressing against your entrance. he slowly pushes in one inch: you gasp; he freezes. "holy shit-- y-you feel insane". he feels every ridge of your inner walls gripping him, pulsing and he's trying his best not to slam forward into you.. but he can't resist. your hips twitch up instinctively as he slides the rest of the way in with a hoarse moan, bottoming out completely. his forehead drops to yours; both of you pant, bodies locked together. he stays still, perfectly still for ten full seconds, just breathing through the overwhelming heat wrapped around every inch of him. he's obsessed. fully obsessed with you and the way you make him feel. “i’ve never… nothing has ever felt like this,” he whispers, voice wrecked.
he starts moving- tiny rocks at first, barely pulling out an inch before sliding back in. each micro-thrust hits the perfect spot inside you, your clit grinds against his length on every downstroke. pleasure spirals higher; your nails dig into his shoulders. he groans every time you clench. "yes--just like that- fuck—"
and the pace builds up gradually. slow pushes turning into steady, deep thrusts that make the bed creak softly. you feel it—the way he’s right on the edge. he’s never felt anything like this, never been inside anyone, and the heat of you, the slick grip of your virgin pussy around him, is unraveling him completely. he feels it- every flutter, every squeeze-and his control slips. “fuck,” he growls. “you feel too good—can’t—” he cuts off with a brutal snap of his hips, driving into you so deep the bed slams against the wall. he's mean with it now, his pelvis slamming against yours in rapid motions. at this point you can't even kiss each other properly anymore, you're both moaning and groaning into each other's mouths. the room is filled with the sound of his skin slapping yours and the sloppy, wet kisses. you can feel you're about to reach your climax: "i'm gonna-- toruu--!" you come first, walls pulsing around him, vision whiting out as you cry his name. another shiver wracks him, his cock pulsing inside you, dangerously close.
he follows seconds later—burying deep with a choked groan, spilling inside you hot and thick. you feel every stroke, the way he grinds to push it deeper, like he wants it to stay.
“again,” he pants, voice hoarse with hunger. “i need to feel that again.” he doesn’t pull out. instead, he flips you onto your stomach in one swift motion, your cheek pressed to the sheets, ass lifted slightly. he re-enters from behind in one long thrust; the new angle hits deeper, stretching you fuller. you moan into the pillow as he groans loudly, hips snapping forward. round two is harder, faster— he’s not gentle anymore, not with the way he’s thrusting, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you that sends sparks up your spine. your eyes start to flutter, the pleasure building too fast, too intense. it hits you like a wave, crashing over every nerve, and before you know it, your eyes roll up into your skull as the world blurs out. all you can feel is him, his thick length buried deep, pulsing against your walls as he drives in again and again. satoru's rhythm stutters. his breathing turns ragged, almost panicked. “fuck—fuck--fuck, i can’t i'm gonna—” he slams in one last time, his release spilling hot and thick inside you.
finally, he pulls out.
you both collapse onto the mattress, breath coming in heavy gasps "hah-.. holy fuck-- *gasp*.. that was amazing.." he says, panting.
after slowly coming down from the overstimulated high, you turn your head on the other side and meet his gaze. he's all sweaty and looks like he's ready to fall asleep. he puts his hand atop yours and you both just stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds... it feels like you two are the only people in the world. you've actually never seen him this worn out and tired before, but you're certainly not complaining. he's actually really cute when he's calm and relaxed like this; plus it's a perfect opportunity to admire his features. everything just.. fits him so well. the way his hair falls in messy over his forehead, the tiny crinkles at the corners of his eyes that only show up when his smile is actually genuine, the rare sight of his eyes looking dreamy and unfocused, GOD his eyes are literally breathtaking. you can't help it... you start smiling without even noticing.
he chuckles.
"what?" you say as you start giggling.
"what? can i not be happy?"
"did i say you couldn't?" you reply, booping his nose.
"c'mon.. we gotta shower" you're not even sure why you said that. your legs are probably not even functioning at this point. besides, you're way too comfortable in the state you're in right now: the wind blowing through the window, not too cold, not too fierce, the warmth of his bed, and his hand gently caressing yours.
he shifts on his back and whines, squeezing his eyes shut "nooo, i don't wannaaa.. let's just do it tomorrow.."
"y'know what, alright." you laugh softly and let him wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.
a peaceful quiet settles over you both. his breathing slowly evens out, deep and steady against your neck. just before sleep claims you too, you feel his lips brush a lazy kiss against your shoulder, and his fingers give yours one last gentle squeeze.
in that moment the rest of the world feels... very far away.
