LOVERS AND FRIENDS
PS: Gojo & Geto have been best friends for years and that didn’t change when you had come along. A few years younger than them when your mom married Geto’s dad and the duo became a trio. It had always been you three whether you liked it or not. Gojo never viewed you as somewhat of a little sister but you were always someone he knew he would protect no matter what. So when you approached him with your offer, needless to say he was shocked. Initially he refused but you knew as well as he did how convincing you could be.
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PAIRING: brotherbestfriend!gojo x virgin!reader
A/N: Yall know I can’t write something without giving a little bit of backstory. Hope yall like this one. PT 2 LOADING…. Suguru and Satoru are still friends in this, suguru has family, Gojo has none, MINORS DNI smut, black reader coded, modern au. Small angst, virgin reader. Pet names used (bunny, snowflake, baby, etc.), afab reader. I think that's all. Enjoy!
pt. 2, pt. 3, pt 4
There is no Gojo without Geto and vice versa.
Gojo and Geto had been inseparable for years and anyone who knew them was aware of this. Where you saw one, you saw the other. Their bond was like an unbreakable chain. They’d been through everything together - from childhood mischief to the responsibilities they carried now as adults. No matter what, it was always Gojo and Geto.
And you.
A sibling bond created by marriage, you joined their world the minute your mother said I do to Suguru’s father. The simple words creating an unspoken trio that felt more fated than anything. It’s been like this since you were kids. Geto’s dad and your mom got married a few months before your third birthday. Geto can recall the exact day his eccentric best friend laid eyes on you for the first time.
They had returned home from school and as always Gojo never went home, enjoying the warmth of Geto’s home versus the cold solitude of his own. You were sitting on the couch in the living room playing when he walked up to you. His blue eyes glowed with curiosity at the difference in your appearance from your brother’s. The way your hair reached to the sky and curled around to encompass your face. The way your brown skin seemed to glow under the light of the rays beaming through the windows. Your brown eyes widened at him. The pale blue eyed boy with snow white hair. Geto remembers Gojo coming close to you, pressing his nose against your skin. “She smells sweet. LIKE CHOCOLATE!” His eyes widened with glee. “Satoruuu, she’s a baby not candy. Leave her alone.” Geto whines at his best friend’s antics. Your mom had giggled to herself at his reaction. The sweet young boy who knew only loneliness most of his young life, who had attached himself to his best friend for comfort, was so enchanted by you. Your mom watched as he kept you in his sights, “I wish I had a sibling.” He had whispered softly. Thoughts of his own loneliness and solitude at home flashing across his face. Her heart cracked a little at his confession but she kept a neutral face as she walked closer to him.
“Can I be her brother too?” Gojo calls out loudly, turning to your mom. “Satoru, that’s not possible. She’s my little sister.” Geto fusses, his protective nature getting the best of him as he lifted you from the floor and onto his hip, he wobbles slightly to maintain your weight. He was only 2 years older than you but he had a point to prove. “Oh…” Gojo’s voice was smaller than usual at the answer to his question. Your mom’s voice calls out softly to him. “Satoru.” He lifts his head to meet her gaze as she crouches closer to him. “You know, you may not be able to be her brother but, you could always be her friend.” she says to him. “Everybody needs a really good friend in their life.” His lips parted in and eyes widened before a grin split across his face. “Ok! I can do that. I can be a great friend. Just ask Suguru!” He cheers. Geto rolls his eyes at his friend as he carries you over to your mom. Gojo beamed with joy as he thought about how he and you would be the bestest of friends.
It was easy when you were kids. He was big bad Gojo, the defender of Y/N. Always tugging you along with him and your brother, showing you new things and “teaching you life lessons” he didn't even fully understand himself. As you got older, things shifted of course. Those moments of you sitting up close and personal with him had to be adjusted as you grew into your teenage phases. At first, it was awkward, two teenage boys doing what boys do and a younger girl trying to find her place in their duo. But over time, you became a part of their rhythm, the third wheel who somehow always filled in the gaps between them. The three of you just worked. Gojo never treated you like a little sister. He was far too careless and free for that, obviously.
But that didn’t mean he didn’t care about you. Far from it. Gojo Satoru would protect you from anything, any danger, any hurt, any heartbreak, even if it meant putting himself on the line. You never doubted that. He was your protector, your friend,
And Gojo held on to that role. Sure his method of friendship was a little…unorthodox but, in his mind you both were great friends. Three peas in a pod. Gojo watched over you just like your brother but was twice as annoying about it. Often times butting into your life, teasing you, and stepping in when your brother wasn't there to “protect you”. In fact, him stepping in to protect you was the reason you marched towards your house covered in his shirt and shivering.
“I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!”
The sound of the front door slamming rattles the frames hanging loosely against deep green walls of your childhood home. You stomp your way through the small foyer from the front door, turning into the opening of the living room.
“Not again…” Geto grumbled, a heavy sigh pulling the air from his lungs.
He sits his book down on the side table and meets you at the door. “Where. Is. He?” You growl, anger seeping through your skin as your chest rose and fell. Geto’s eyes roll to the back of his head at your antics as he turns his attention towards you. “Where is he?” You seethed, body shaking with anger as you stared down your older brother. “What are you talk…Is that Gojo’s shirt?” His annoyance cut off as his brows furrowed in confusion. “Yes. Now where is he because I know you’re hiding him.” You huff, nostrils flaring. You and your older brother stood in a stare off while you waited for him to respond. Your hands clutch together in an empty attempt to keep you grounded. “Why are you wearing his shirt? And why are you wet?” He asks, still trying to process the view in front of him. The last time he saw you, you were dressed in a cute tied blouse and jeans headed out with your friends. So to be standing here now, t shirt tossed over you and water dripping from the ringlets of your curls onto the floor, small puddles pooling by your feet. “Why don’t you ask your pea headed ass best friend why I’m wearing his damn shirt.” Your arms fold across your chest as you shift your weight to one leg, the other foot tapping against the floor rapidly. “You know what, I’m not doing this with y’all today. Gojo!” Geto calls out. A head of white hair pops out from the kitchen. Bright blue eyes widened in guilt. Your eyes dart to him stabbing daggers into his skin.
”Can someone please explain what’s going on?” Geto’s irritation was rising. There was always something between you and his best friend. The way you argued and teased each other, if someone didn't know any better they would assume you two were the siblings and not your mild mannered older brother. Attention shifts to Gojo who stood there, sheepishly with a dum dum hanging out the side of his mouth. “I was summoned?”
“You!” You growl before lunging for him. Your brother’s arm wrap around you just before you’re able to snatch him up and he lifts you in the air, legs kicking and swinging. “Y/N, would you calm down” Geto grunts trying to contain you. You may have been shorter than them but you could carry your own, they had made sure of that years ago. Geto regretted that now as he tightens his grip around your waist to try to tame you. He walked a bit away from Gojo, placing you down on your feet but refusing to let you go. You wrestle against him but there was no point. Your brother’s strength was unmatched outside of his best friend. The same best friend who currently stood across the room behind the couch with his tongue stuck out at you. “Now,” Geto interrupts. “Will someone tell me what’s going on and why you’re wearing this hideous shirt?” “HEY!” Gojo whines. “Your mom bought me that shirt.” Geto gives him a look of annoyance, shaking his head.
“Will you let me go?” You squirm in your brother’s grasp. “Will you actually calm down and not try to take off again?” He demands. You let out a heavy breath and roll your eyes. “Fine…” His arms loosen from your waist and cross his chest. “Now, explain.” You and Gojo both start to ramble at the same time, voices filling the room as fingers get pointed. Geto drops his head at the behavior. “Okay!” he lets out silencing the noise. “Y/N, start talking please.” Geto cuts through the chatter. “But-…” Gojo starts but Geto levels him with one look. He leans back against the wall and pouts. “Fine, I was minding my business hanging with my friends when this idiot decided to come and snatch me up in the middle of a fucking pool party!” You start.
Geto’s face contorts in confusion. “Pool party? I thought y'all were going to brunch.” He interrupts you. Heat grazes your ears. Shit. “Yeah, we were but it ended early and then my friend got a text saying that there was a pool party happening so we decided to go.” You say averting your brother’s eyes. “Uh..huh… and you just so happen to have a bathing suit to go to this party?” You press your lip together slightly trying to figure out how to respond. “We will get back to that. Continue.” He sighs. “W-well we went to the party and we were having a good time, just hanging out when this asshole came over, dropped me in the water, tossed my bag over his shoulder, and stole my clothes!” You explain pointing over to Gojo.
”Really?! You make me sound like some kind of tyrant?” Gojo argues. “Because you are!” You start to get loud again. Geto lets out a piercing whistle that gets both of your attention, quieting you down once more. “Gojo, what did I tell you about man handling her in public.” Geto starts. “But…” Gojo stammered but is interrupted. “How did you even know where she was?” Geto asks him. “I didn't. I was already at the party when her and her little crew waltz their way in. I hadn’t even noticed until someone started getting a little bit of a crowd around them.” Gojo turns the attention back to you. “A crowd?” Geto’s attention also shifts towards you, as he tilts his head in waiting. Both men stood with their arms crossed and expectant eyes. “Oh my fucking…yall always do this! Teaming up on me!” you pout. “And I’m your sister! You just gone let him snatch me up and not defend me!” You attempt to sway Suguru but Gojo intervenes. “Why don’t you show your brother the reason I snatched you up in the first place.” You narrow your eyes at him to lunge again. “Don’t you dare.” Geto speaks. “Lucky snowflake.” you mutter under your breath. “Pouty bunny.” Gojo teases.
“Can we please have a civilized conversation?” Geto complains at you both. Your arms cross back over your chest, a chill slips down your spine as water droplets trail your skin. “Where are your clothes now?” Geto asks. “In my bag.” you respond. “I’m still lost on how you ended up in his shirt.” Geto looks back at you. “Because that’s twice as much as she had on at that party.” Gojo blurts out. “It’s a swim suit!” “Barely!” Gojo shouts back. “What do you mean barely? What is he talking about?” Geto turns to look at you. Another wave of heat passes through your body. “Damn it Gojo.” you groan as your head falls back. “What the fuck do you mean barely?” Geto said, jaw clenching together.
“Hey, don’t bare your fangs at me. I was trying to help!” Gojo says. Geto turns his attention to you. “Care to explain to the class?” His anger reddening his cheeks. “No. I don’t because I was dressed appropriately for a pool party.” You try to stand firm on your decision but his gaze made you waver. “Well, no need to get it out of her. It's all over social media.” Gojo says from behind him. He walks up with his phone in his hand. The cameraman from the party had posted multiple videos and you and your friends were the number one trending topic. Gojo lifts his phone and shows the stories that had been posted. You were up dancing with you drink in your hand as the DJ blasted your favorite song. Swimsuit doing little to hide what you were blessed with and when your part came on you turned to place your hands on your knees, quickly queueing Gojo to stop showing your brother the video. Geto was quiet for a moment, eyes glossed over as he stared off into space.
You and Gojo both waited, your chest tight at his demeanor. “So.” he finally breaks the silence. “Care to explain what’s going on there before I tweak the fuck out.” His deep voice laced with anger directed at you. “I- I was just having a good time.” you breath out. “A good time would be going to brunch with your friends like you said. But instead, I have to see videos of my baby sister standing on tables with a red solo cup. I don't even want to know where that video ends or what follows it.” he starts getting riled up. “I am a whole ass adult. I can go out and have fun with my friends!” you argue. “No. You’re my little sister. So you can’t.” he folds his arms again. “Especially not dressed like that.” Gojo adds. You look from one to the other. The two men towering over you, arms folded. A gurgle of frustration spills out of your chest as you stomp your way to your room.
Geto rubs his temple with his fingers. “What the hell am I going to do with her?” he says softly. “Only what we can do my friend.” Gojo says patting him on the shoulder. “You don't get away either you know. As much as we want to protect her Gojo, there is a way to do it. Embarrassing her is not that way.” Geto turns to get onto him. Gojo’s cheek tint red at the scolding. “I- I was just trying to help.” he pouts. “Help her. But don’t be overbearing. It's annoying enough at home. We’ve talked about that.” Geto says. It stings Gojo’s chest but he masks it. “Right. No bears.” he jokes, plastering a big smile on his face. Geto shakes his head. “I have to go to work. You two don’t kill each other while I’m gone. I don't want to clean up the mess.” Geto says before grabbing his keys and walking out the door.
Gojo was awkward. He sat in the living room, no tv, no music. Only staring down at his hands as his leg tapped slightly. Am I really overbearing? His mind thinks. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't hear you walking in the room. You stopped and attempted to glare at him but your face softened when you saw the state he was in. Hunched over on the couch, stillness gripping his body save for the gentle tapping of his foot. A tell tale sign that he was overthinking again. You let out a sigh and approach him slowly. “Gojo.” you speak. He jolts up, eyes blinking rapidly. Frantically searching, he finds you standing next to him. “Oh. I.. Sorry, I meant to leave earlier, I just..” he starts but the words drop off. You wait expectantly. He averts his gaze from yours.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It was out of line. I just…Well I don't have an excuse for my behavior but it affected you and I…” “Gojo you’re rambling.” you interrupt him. “Right.” his lips pull together in a line. “Well… I should give you some space or whatever.” he attempts to step around you but you block his path. “Gojo.” you start but he tries to go the other way. You block him again. “Gojo.” You repeat. He lets out a small huff and finally steps back from you, eyes still cast to the floor. “Will you look at me please?” you ask softly. Slowly but surely his glossy eyes find yours. “Oh, Toru.” you whisper. “What did he say?” His eyes widen. “N-nothing, I just..I’m good. Really” his voice pitches up. You step towards him, your hand caressing his chin. He can’t help to melt into your touch. With a sigh he speaks, “I’m sorry bunny.” You stand quietly still rubbing his face. “It's okay snowflake. I know you meant nothing by it.” you reassure him. “As annoying as you can be, you’ve always been my overprotective snowflake.” His cheeks tint a pinkish red at your antics as he pulls away from your touch in a playful huff. He was silent for a moment, contemplating. “Whatever you’re going to ask, do it?” You say. “I-..” he swallows hard. “Am I really that annoying and overbearing? His voice asks, barely above a whisper.
I’m going to kick my brothers ass. Your brows pull in slightly as you release a sigh. Once again Geto has said some fucked up shit without thinking of other people’s emotions and managed to put him in a shitty mental space. He has had that habit for a while. This definitely isn’t the first time you or Gojo have been on the receiving end of the harsh verbal abuse from your brother. You love him, you both do but sometimes it gets to be a lot. You step up to Gojo, hands, wrapping around his waist as you stare up into his eyes. He meets your gaze, his long arms encasing you. “You're no more annoying than you were years ago. And I love you just the same. As I’m sure Sugi does.” You offer him repose.
Gojo’s heart raced at your words. He knew you loved him. He loves you, albeit he was sure you both had different definitions of what your love meant. You loved him as a friend, a confidant, someone to depend on.
But oh the way he loved you.
There weren’t many words that could describe it. His love for you knew no bounds. There wasn’t any wrong you could do in his eyes.
From the first moment he saw you, he knew. He knew that he cared for you. The desire to protect you. As you grew, he chalked it up to the fact that you were his best friend’s sister. So he had to protect you like his friend did. But you weren’t his sister. So he became your friend. But when you both got older. And he learned, very loosely, what love was. What it meant. How it was represented. It was then that he realized that he loved you. Your presence soothed him, your voice relaxed him. There was nothing you could do that would keep him away from you and that was the most dangerous part of it all. Because he knew that you could get him to do anything you wanted without question.
And deep down you knew it too. You look up and catch ice blue eyes staring back at you. “I love you Toru.” You whisper, body pressed against his. His heart starts to race a mile a minute at your proximity, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and back up. “Y/n.” His voice squeaks. You step closer, your face centimeters from his. “Satoru.” You whisper against his lips. “Fuck.” He breathes out. Your arms unwrap from his waist and curve around his neck, fingers lightly scratching his undercut. Gojo feels himself shudder at your touch. “I-... I should go.” his voice pitching up three octaves. You hold on to him for a few more moments before reluctantly letting him go. “Yeah.” You sigh out, attempting to mask your disappointment. “That's probably for the best. See you later.” You step back from him and Gojo feels like he can finally breathe. He gives you another once over before gently placing a kiss on your forehead. “See you later bunny.” he whispers. You’re silent as he turns and walks out the door.
You couldn’t get him out of your head
“What the hell is going on with me?” you groan. Ever since that day, Gojo has plagued your mind, his image circulating through every thought, every dream. There was no reason for you to be thinking about him…not like this. He was your brothers best friend, your best friend. But the feelings brewing in your belly were way more than friendly. It was something so filthy you wouldn't dare admit it out loud. And it was fine at first. You can normally mask the way you felt about him. You’ve done it for years so this time is was the same.
Until it began to show up in your actions. The way your gaze would linger at times they shouldn’t. Your body standing closer to him for longer increments of time. The heat that overtook your body when he would tease you. Things begin to change when he was around. “Hey bunny boo, you’re spacing out on me.” His voice cuts through your thoughts like only he can. You blink a few times to bring yourself back down to reality as you felt a gentle tug at your ear. You swat at his hand, “Gojo, cut it out.” you complain. “Hey, you’re the one who disappeared in the middle of my very important conversation!” he speaks in an exasperated tone, a hand tossed over his heart. “Boy you were comparing me to dubai chocolate. That conversation was a trainwreck before it even started.” you roll your eyes as you leave the kitchen island to put your plate away. Gojo trails behind you like the golden retriever puppy that he is. “Come on! It's the perfect description for you! Sweet milky chocolate with a salty yet dynamic interior. It leaves a beautiful aftertaste by the way…” he rambles on as you turn to face him. You look up at him, arms crossed and lean back against the counter. “Did you just call me salty?” you tease. “Don’t do that! You know what I mean! Like a delicate taste, you know?” he attempts to redirect your focus back to his argument. “But Gojo, you don't know how I taste so you can’t make that comparison.” You say it before you realize and you feel the temperature rise in the room as you catch his gaze.
You’ve seen Gojo in many stages of emotions. Anger, sadness, joyous, etc. But you’ve never seen this emotion before. His cheeks flushed a rosy hue, mouth parted in an O, and his eyes. Those icy blue eyes wide, pupils dilating rapidly right before your eyes. “I-” He tries. Gojo tries really hard to think of a comeback but the mere thought of having an opportunity to live out one of his deepest fantasies had his brain clouded. “Gojo…” you breath out and it takes everything in him to hold back the groan that bubbles in his throat. It is in that moment that he realized a few things. One of those things was how small you were in comparison to him. You weren’t small by definition but compared to his lengthy figure you may as well have been. He reveled in the way you had to look up into his eyes when you spoke to him. The second thing he realized was the way you reacted to him. He wasn't sure when it started but there was a change in your behavior. It was more bold, alluring. And that last little thing. That tiny minor inconvenience that popped into the back of his mind.
Gojo wanted to devour you.
That same nagging feeling he’s been burying for years threatens to resurface. But this time? With the way you stared into his eyes, full lips glossed and parted. He wants to feel how soft they are when pressed against his. You don't know how I taste is what you said. But he wants to. He wants to know exactly how you taste against his tongue. “Satoru.” you whisper his name like a praise and it makes a shiver crawl down his spine. “Y/N, you need me to drop you off or not?!” A voice shatters the bubble you two had encased yourself in. Suguru. Your brother. Gojo’s best friend. Reality smacks you in the face as you quickly move from around Gojo just as your brother turns the corner. “Yeah, my bag is already at the door.” You smother your nerves and speak. “Okay. Let’s go… What the hell is wrong with this nuisance today?” Geto nods his head towards Gojo whose eyes had followed you. You turn back to look at him but don’t catch his eyes, already struggling with the inner turmoil. “Oof- you wound me Sugi my guy.” Gojo’s loud voice echoes through the kitchen as he reverts back to his playful self, previous interaction non existent in both your minds. “Whatever. Don’t eat everything while we are gone.” Geto rolls his eyes and walks towards the door. You follow behind him, snatching your bag from the floor. “Do you have to be so mean to him all the time?” you ask as you walk behind your brother. “What are you going on about?” Geto asks. “Gojo. You take it too far Sugi and you know it. It's like you intentionally say things that you know will hurt him.” He shrugs his shoulders. “It's Gojo. He can take a hit since he swears he’s “the strongest” out of us.” Gojo emphasizes the words with air quotes. “Just because someone is strong doesn’t mean they can't be weakened, especially by the people that love them the most.” you say quietly. Geto pauses for a moment studying you with narrowed eyes. “Come on before you’re late and you have something else to complain about.” you break the silence and get in the car.
As your brother peels off down the road, Gojo still stood inside in the kitchen trying to calm himself down. His pale hands grip the counter, dick straining against his sweats. “She didn’t mean anything by it.” he repeats to himself over and over again to try and stop his blood from boiling. It's the same sentence he has had to repeat to himself more than anything the past few weeks when interacting with you. He was sure you weren't doing it on purpose. Just some light teasing that he read too much into. He always reads too much into situations anyway. “Yeah.” he says aloud to no one. He finally releases his grip on the counter to make his way into the guest bedroom/his bedroom. He falls back on the bed, long limbs flopping to the sides of him. Blue eyes stare at the ceiling as he tries to process all the emotions going through his mind. For years, he has held you close to his heart but after you got older, he started to notice things that weren't there before.
Well…he always noticed. Always. But he tried his hardest to keep it under wraps especially around your brother. You were off limits. But that never stopped his mind from thinking about you. About what he wanted to do to you. How he wanted to hear you. “Fuck.” He groans aloud. He has to get it together. Gojo spends the next 30 minutes laying there, eyes cast up. Trying to convince himself to not think about you. His bubble is shattered when his phone rings. Slowly, he sits up. Your face is flashing on the screen and all the hard work he just did is out the window. He answers quickly. “Bunny, hey. Are you okay?” He rushes out. “Yeah, Suguru can’t come get me. He had to rush out of town for an emergency and he said he won't be back for a few days. Do you think you can come pick me up?” You say on the other side of the line. “Be there in 20.” Gojo says, already rushing out the door.
You are standing by the curb when his car pulls up. He hops out and opens the door for you, tossing your bag in the back seat. “You know it would be easier to get home if you took your own car every now and again.” He teases as he gets back into the driver seat. “And where is the fun in that. I have two perfectly capable men to get me wherever I want to go.” You shrug. He shakes his head and pulls off. You sit in the passenger side of his car and your mind is going crazy. His cologne fills your nose and his face is in your peripheral vision. It makes you antsy as you think about the moment you both had earlier. Gojo pulls into the driveway and parks the car but you stop him before he has the chance to get out. “Satoru, can I ask you something?” You say softly. His eyes snap to you. “Yeah, is everything okay?” You can hear the worry in his voice. “Well, there is something that I have been wanting to ask you…” you say. Your heart was pounding in your chest at the intensity of his gaze. “You know you can ask me anything.” He says with a soft smile. You take a deep breath and release it before you back out.
”I want you to take my virginity…”
