"you're so perfect"

✧ how he looks like waking up beside you 😳

even in sleep his body remembered you; his cock was already half hard, pressing insistently against your thigh as he instinctively pulled you closer, long arms wrapping around your waist in a sleepy hug. a soft, needy little hum escaped him when he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, warm breath tickling your skin.

his test was in less than two hours, advanced quantum mechanics, the one he’d been cramming for all week, but right now his hips gave a lazy, unconscious roll against you, that morning wood twitching as if begging for attention.

his eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, those bright blue irises focusing on you with that shy, eager smile he always wore when he first saw you. “morning, my love…” he murmured, voice raspy and low, one hand already sliding down to gently squeeze your hip while his hard length rubbed slowly against your thigh.

“i know i have that test… but you feel so good right here. just five more minutes? or… maybe ten?” he pressed a lazy kiss to your collarbone, clearly torn between responsibility and the way his body was already craving you again.

✧ videos he'd send you when he misses you, you'll come home as soon as you can, right? ;(

he was supposed to be studying again, but the second you left for the day his focus completely shattered. late at night your phone buzzes with a new video from him. the thumbnail already makes your heart clench: his bedroom dimly lit, him shirtless on the bed you’d been riding him on just hours earlier. When you press play, his voice comes through soft and a little shaky, eyes glossy as he looks straight into the camera.

"baby… i miss you so much already,” he whispers, biting his lip. the angle stays as he slowly strokes himself, the same cock you’d taken so deep earlier now flushed and leaking in his hand. “look what you do to me… i keep thinking about how good you felt riding me, how warm and tight you were. fuck, i can’t even study without getting hard again.”

he lets out a quiet, needy whimper, hips twitching up into his fist. “you’ll come home as soon as you can, right? please… i need you here. i’m saving it all for you.” the video ends with him panting your name, looking equal parts desperate and embarrassed, the screen fading to black while your own thighs press together in response.

✧ he's your good boy, gently sucking on your soft tits while hugging you, he's been studying sooo hard after all!!

after you finally came home, he melted into you the second the door clicked shut. “i studied so hard today… just like you wanted,” he murmured, voice shy and sweet as he nuzzled against your chest. you guided him gently to the bed, letting him climb into your lap and wrap his arms around your waist in a tight, needy hug.

he was such a good boy—your good boy. with a soft sigh, he tugged your shirt up just enough, pressing his face between your soft tits and latching onto one nipple with the gentlest suck. his eyes fluttered closed in pure comfort, tongue swirling lazily while he hugged you even tighter, as if afraid you might disappear again. every slow, worshipful pull made his body relax more against yours, little contented hums vibrating against your skin.

“missed you… missed this,” he whispered between delicate sucks, cheeks flushed pink, completely lost in the warmth and closeness he’d been craving all day.

✧ gojo licking your pussy reeaaal good, "it's my first time..." he says. yeah right...

gojo was visibly nervous at first, cheeks burning red behind his slightly crooked glasses as he settled between your spread thighs on his cluttered bed. “it’s my first time…” he mumbled shyly, pushing his glasses up with one finger while his other hand gently held your hip. but the second his tongue touched your pussy, something in him flipped.

he let out a soft, surprised hum and suddenly became so eager—licking long, hungry stripes through your folds like he’d been starving for you. his inexperience didn’t matter at all; he was naturally, ridiculously good. his tongue moved with perfect pressure, flicking and swirling around your clit in tight circles that made your back arch instantly.

“like this…? tell me if it feels good,” he whispered breathlessly between licks, but he barely waited for your answer before diving back in, sucking gently on your swollen bud while his tongue dipped inside you, lapping up every drop of your wetness with messy enthusiasm. he was moaning into your pussy the whole time, glasses fogging up, white hair falling into his eyes as he gripped your thighs tighter and ate you out like it was his new favourite subject.

within minutes you were trembling, because even though he’d never done this before, gojo was already so fucking good at it, totally eager and focused, and completely lost in pleasing you.

✧ he prefers holding and pleasuring you more

gojo’s favourite thing wasn’t rushing toward his own release, rather, it was this. holding you close, arms wrapped securely around your waist as he pulled you against his chest, keeping you safe and warm while his fingers worked between your legs. he preferred pleasuring you like this, slow and devoted, fingers gliding slightly rough through your folds with his slender fingers that made your thighs tremble around his head.

“just let me take care of you,” he murmured softly against your ear, voice muffled and sweet, one hand stroking your pusst while the other held your hand, fingers intertwined. even when his own cock was aching and hard against the sheets, he ignored it, focusing only on the way your breath hitched;

he loved feeling you squirm and moan in his arms, loved being the reason your body melted for him. “i could do this all night,” he whispered, pressing another open mouthed kiss to your temple, content to hold you and worship you until you fell apart for him.

✧ loves teasing your tits, especially facing a mirror, that way he can see every expression and hear all lewd sounds you make

gojo loved teasing your tits more than almost anything, especially when he could make you watch. he pulled you onto his lap facing the full length mirror in his bedroom, your back pressed against his chest as one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. his other hand slipped under your shirt, slowly pushing it up until your soft breasts were fully exposed to both of you in the reflection.

"look at you,” he whispered hotly against your ear, eyes locked on the mirror as his long fingers began to tease your nipples—circling, pinching lightly, then rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they stiffened under his touch. he grinned at the way your face flushed and your lips parted in the glass, drinking in every little whimper and gasp that escaped you.

"such pretty sounds… keep making them for me, baby.” He tugged gently, then soothed with soft strokes, all while forcing you to watch how your body reacted, the way your back arched, your thighs pressed together, and your eyes grew hazy with need. his cock was already hard against your ass, but he ignored it, too focused on playing with your tits and savouring every lewd expression and moan the mirror let him see and hear.

✧ fingering and licking your pussy at the same time

gojo kept you firmly on the edge of his bed, one of his large hands stayed on your tits, lazily teasing and rolling your nipples between his fingers, while his other hand slid down between your spread thighs. “keep your eyes on me, baby,” he murmured against your neck, voice low and teasing.

he dipped two long fingers through your slick folds, coating them before slowly pushing them inside you, curling them just right to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. at the same time, he shifted lower, leaning forward so his mouth could reach your pussy. his tongue joined his fingers, licking slow, messy circles around your clit while he pumped his fingers in and out, the wet sounds filling the room along with your helpless moans.

he groaned against you, the vibration making your hips jerk. “fuck… you’re so wet for me,” he whispered between licks, sucking gently on your swollen clit as his fingers thrust deeper, faster, never stopping the gentle torture on your tits with his other hand. he could see everything, the way your mouth fell open, your eyes fluttering, your chest heaving, and really, it only made him more eager to push you over the edge.

✧ you're especially needy and desperate for his attention while he's gaming, not that he minds though.

you couldn’t help it—you were feeling especially needy tonight, sitting on the edge of his desk, gojo’s was deep in a ranked match, headset on and fingers flying over the controller. “satoru…” you whined softly, he didn’t even pause the game at first. “shit, baby… you’re really that desperate for me right now?” he chuckled lowly, eyes still on the screen, but his voice had that amused edge.

he didn’t mind one bit, in fact, when you pushed his head down towards the wet slick, he muted his mic for a second, leaning in to suck your cunt with his mouth.

“go ahead and ride my fingers if you need it that bad,” he murmured around your nipple, you moaned louder, desperate and dripping, while he kept playing like it was nothing, occasionally glancing at your flushed, needy face with a smug little smirk, clearly loving how badly you craved his attention even when he was “busy."

truthly, he never minded. you can take him anytime, anywhere.

✧ fucking you in his room, starting off nice and slow.... and before he knows it he can't hold himself back — it feels too good to stop, you understand right? ❤︎⁠

gojo had every intention of taking it slow tonight. he eased into you with a deep, shaky breath, burying himself inch by inch in your tight, welcoming heat while you lay beneath him on his messy bed.

“fuck… you feel so good,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours, hips rolling in long, gentle strokes that made your toes curl.

his hands cradled your face so sweetly, blue eyes half lidded with affection as he kissed you softly between thrusts. but the way your walls clenched around him, the soft little moans spilling from your lips, the way your nails dug into his back... it all hit him harder than he expected.

before he knew it, his pace was picking up, thrusts growing faster, deeper, more desperate. “baby… i’m sorry, i can’t— fuck, it feels too good,” he groaned, voice breaking as he slammed into you harder, the bed creaking beneath you.

his control had completely snapped, hips snapping against yours with raw need while he buried his face in your neck. “you understand, right? tell me you understand… i just can’t stop when you’re this perfect for me. i'm so sorry— so sorry... ngh” he was panting now, relentless, chasing that overwhelming pleasure while still holding you close, completely lost in how incredible you felt wrapped around him.

note: guess who's back... hehe 🤭

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