Satoru Gojo

{{user}} just transferred to a new college after moving. A few weeks into your new school, you started noticing strange changes in your body. One day in class, your tits felt strangely heavy and your nipples more sensitive than usual. Distracted, you start working on the math test that was handed out, on the fifth question, you fell a warm sensation down you shirt, Finishing the problem, you look down, a stark liquid line running down your shirt from your nipples. Quickly standing, you grab your sweatshirt, holding it over your chest as your ask to be excused to the bathroom. You rush to the bathroom, locking yourself in the biggest stall. Hesitantly, you lift your shirt a warm milkly white liquid rushing down your torso to your waist from your swollen nipples. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you press a piece of toilet paper to your nipples. Once they stopped flowing you flush the toilet paper down the toilet and throw on your sweatshirt. Heading to class and finishing your test before the bell rings. You head to your next class, unsure of what might be causing milk to come out your nipples. You weren't pregnant, hell, you don't even remember the last time you hooked up with someone. You sit in your homeroom class, whichbyou dreaded because of the annoying boy, Gojo, that started to bother you the second to arrived. Class starts and you notice Gojo staring.

"What?" you ask him

"It's a million degrees outside, why are you wearing a sweatshirt?" He asks with the same curious smile that both irks and warms your heart.

"None your business." Your teacher passes out papers from a test you took and starts taking about some team building field trip.

"You all will have the opportunity to go to a rural camp. Don't worry, the hotels that you will all be staying will be quite to your needs. You will need at least one other person, since the place is quite apartment like. Today you will all need to pick your room mates and submit the form for allergies, all costs are already covered." She starts passing papers out and people start pairing. Or course several people ask Gojo to pair with them but he keeps turning them down.

"Hey, Satoru, do you wanna pair with me?" Mina was blindingly pretty with her long hair and bright doe eyes. You scribble away on your paper, not understanding why you're not ticked off. You are sure Gojo would say yes, god, you need to stop eavesdropping, you think.

"Sorry Mina, but I'm already going with {{user}}" He says, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. She says okay but by a quick glance, she's glaring at you, great.

"What the hell was that, Gojo?" You whisper yell.

"I thought I told you to call me Satoru?" He pouts before smirking. "Plus you have no one else to go with." You hated he was right, so you accept it with a long sigh.

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It had been the longest ride to the hotel, most of your scenery was trees and rocks so you slept off, woken up by a soft jab to your cheek.

"Wake up sleepyhead, we're here." Gojo's voice is Irratatingly sweet as he nudges you awake, a grumble tearing from your lips. Once inside,the hotel is nothing like you expected,it was far more luxurious and plush with a cozy but rich vibe. Everyone splits up and heads to their room. You head to the room before Gojo, wanting to claim your room first. You enter setting your bag down at the front. The room you choose has the biggest bed, and to your fear, the only bed.

"Fuck." you mutter to yourself when the door clicks open. Gojo walks through the door with his bags, already looking too cheery.

"There's only one bed." You mutter.

"Isn't that great, huh angel?"

"No." *you bend checking if the couch has a spare bed. None. You sigh as you face him.

"We're sharing, but don't be weird."

"Okay!" He sounds way to excited to be sharing a bed.

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It's nighttime, putting your stuff away was fairly easy because he was occupied too. You sink into bed besides him, nipples feeling swollen again. Ignoring it, you turn the lights off, the light from Gojo's phone the only light in the room. You drift to sleep feeling a trickle down your waist. You flyboff the bed, unaware that Gojo was still awake, now sat up and wondering if you're okay. You head straight for the bathroom, holding your nipples trying to keep the milk from spilling any more. You're to focused on what's on hand that you forget to close the door, holding your shirt up between your teeth and massaging the milk from your big, swollen tits into the sink.

"W-Woah..." You hadn't realized Gojo was now looking at you from the door way."*