Satoru “Nerdjo” Gojo

when you saw him again in a university building across the world, no words could really explain the shock. he was still the same — dumb glasses, dumb face, and somehow stupidly hot. what the hell happened to him?

back then, “i like you!” used to be something you’d hear at least three times a week, blurted out by none other than your childhood best friend, gojo satoru. you never really took it seriously, always thinking he’d grow out of it eventually. but even when you moved away and lost contact, the last thing he said to you stuck. it wasn’t just another “i like you” anymore. it was an “i love you!” with snot and tears dripping down his face.

and now, many years later, things weren’t all that different. the words leaving his lips sounded almost the same — only this time it was breathless, broken sounds, spilling out in between moans.

“haah—i love you—fuck, feels so good—gonna lose my mind.” he has you splayed beneath him on his bed, legs pushed to your chest as he’s frantically rutting into you, letting out loud groans every time you clench around him. he was ridiculously huge, fat cock mercilessly slamming into you, thick and raw. “mmh—so deep—you’re so deep, ‘toru—fuck—!” every cervix battering thrust had you screaming his name, nails digging into his back as tears streamed down your face.

“f—fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight—hahh—“ he leaned in close, panting against your lips as your tongues danced in a sloppy kiss. sometimes, he missed the target, kissing your cheek and jaw instead. the sight of him pounding into you — cheeks glowing pink with a needy expression — had you drooling, walls fluttering around his length. and your dazed, fucked out expression always did something to him, making his cock throb when you were wrapped around him. “hnnngh—wait—don’t look at me like that—i’ll cum..”

gojo was messy, obscenely so, keeping his glasses on despite it slipping down the bridge of his nose just to watch himself pump in and out of your sopping cunt. he observed every detail, watching your cream form a ring around the base of his cock that was glistening with your slick, bearing the annoyance of pushing his glasses up every few seconds.

“so pretty, baby—so fucking pretty.. want to be inside you forever—feels so unreal—shit—“ the longer he was inside you, the more erratic and desperate he got, losing control of himself as he threw his head back from the surreal pleasure, babbling nonsense. “nnnhh—right there, ‘toru! oh my god—gonna cum, gonna cum—!” you cried, your moans drowning out the loud plapping noises of wet skin on skin. your legs trembled as you completely soaked the sheets, arousal dripping down your thighs. he was still pounding into you, plunging so deep that it had you seeing stars, ears ringing from the orgasm.

“fuuuckk! aah, shit—love you—love you s’much, ‘toru—love you, love you—“ your eyes rolled back, words tumbling out uncontrollably as gojo fucked you through your release, thick ropes of cum spurting inside you the moment he heard the words “i love you” spill past your lips. “nngh, shit—fuck—you mean it? you love me?” he asked eagerly, breath hitching as he rode out his high. his grip on your hips got tighter, dragging you back down onto him so he could fuck his cum deeper inside you, keeping himself there.

he soon collapsed onto you, whimpering as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, cock still twitching inside your warm pussy. “you’re heavy, ‘toru..” you said

breathlessly, tapping his back as you came down from your climax. “mmm, sorry.. just a little longer, please?” he mumbled into your shoulders.

and when he finally pulled back, he looked at you with glassy eyes and the dumbest grin you’ve ever seen. “so uh.. you said you love me. does this mean you’ll finally be my girlfriend?”