#[needy

“I know I fucked up,” he whispered, voice trembling. “I dragged you out of the party like a jealous asshole. I embarrassed you in front of your friends. I made you leave early. M’sorry… m’sorry…”

Each apology was punctuated by soft, desperate kisses pressed to your knee, then higher up your thigh. His lips were warm and wet with tears. He kissed every inch he could reach, slow and reverent, like he was trying to worship the anger out of you.

You stayed quiet for a moment, letting him squirm. His shoulders shook with another sob.

“I was just trying to talk to someone from class,” you said evenly. “And you acted like I was about to run off with him. You didn’t even ask. You just decided for me.”

Gojo’s breath hitched. More tears spilled down his flushed cheeks. “I know— I know I did. M’sorry. I get so scared someone’s gonna steal you away— But that’s not your problem. It’s mine. I-I’ll be better. I swear on everything. Just… just talk to me again. Yell at me, hit me, anything. Please don’t stay mad.”

He leaned in and kissed the inside of your other thigh, then higher, lips brushing the hem of your shirt. “M’sorry for being a brat. M’sorry for ruining your night. I’ll never do it again. I’ll be good. Just please… please let me make it up to you.”

You watched the way his bottom lip trembled, the way fresh tears tracked down his face and dripped onto your skin. It was impossible not to feel that familiar heat pooling low in your belly.

“Spread my legs,” you said softly.

Gojo’s breath caught. He sat back on his heels for a second, eyes wide and shining with tears, looking up at you like a lost puppy waiting for permission. When you gave the tiniest nod, he let out a broken little whimper of relief and gently pushed your thighs apart, hands shaking.

“Thank you… thank you…” he mumbled, pressing more kisses along the soft skin—slow, open-mouthed ones that left little wet marks. He kissed right up to the edge of your panties, then looked up again, waiting.

You hooked your thumbs in the waistband and slid them down. Gojo helped, reverent and careful, kissing every new inch of skin he uncovered. When you were bare in front of him he leaned in and kissed your pussy so softly it made you shiver—once, twice, three times—before his tongue finally dragged a long, slow stripe up your folds.

“Oh fuck— you taste so good,” he whimpered against you, voice muffled and slurred. “M’gonna make you feel so good. Please let me.”

He ate you out like he was trying to apologize with his tongue alone. Slow, deep licks that dipped inside you, then swirled around your clit with wet, obscene sounds. Every few seconds he’d pull back just enough to kiss your clit gently, like it was something precious, before diving back in. Tears kept falling, mixing with your slick and dripping down his chin.

You moaned softly, fingers threading through his snowy hair. The heat of his mouth was perfect—tongue flat and warm, pressing just right against your clit while those long fingers slid inside you, curling against that spot that made sparks shoot up your spine. Every sob vibrated through your core, sending little shocks of pleasure straight to your clit.

“That’s it… right there, Toru,” you gasped, hips rocking against his face. “Your tongue feels so fucking good when you’re crying for me.”

He sobbed happily at the praise, the vibration making your thighs tremble. You ground down harder, using his face exactly how you needed, and the pressure built fast—tight, hot, coiling deep in your belly until it snapped.

You came hard, vision flashing white as pleasure crashed through you in waves. Your thighs clamped around his head, a loud moan tearing from your throat while he kept licking you through it, slow and reverent, drawing every last pulse out until you were shaking and pushing at his shoulders.

When you finally eased off, Gojo sat back on his heels again, face shiny with your slick and his own tears, lips swollen and glistening. He looked completely wrecked.

You cupped his wet cheeks and pulled him up for a deep, messy kiss. He melted into it instantly, whimpering into your mouth, hands sliding under your shirt to caress your waist.

“Come here,” you whispered against his lips. You stood, taking his hand, and pulling him onto the couch. He followed right behind you like a lost puppy.

You pushed him down so he was sitting, then stripped his pants and boxers off. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach—thick, flushed, already leaking. You straddled him slowly, sinking down inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt inside you. He groaned, his hips jerking upwards slightly. Your hand moved to the back of his head, giving his hair a tight tug to stop his movements.

Gojo’s head fell back against the cushions with a wrecked sob. “Oh my god— baby— you’re s'warm— m’sorry— m’not moving, I swear…”

“No moving yet,” you told him, rolling your hips once just to hear him whine. You stayed seated, cockwarming him while he throbbed and pulsed inside you, the fullness stretching you so perfectly it made your walls flutter around him. “Sit still, and keep apologizing.”

He nodded frantically, tears still falling. “Yes— yes— m’sorry for embarrassing you. M’sorry for acting like you’re mine to control. I’ll be so good from now on. I-I’ll ask before I get jealous. I’ll— f-fuck— you feel so perfect—”

Every apology came with soft kisses pressed to your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts through the shirt. He tugged the fabric up gently, kissing your stomach, then higher, until he was mouthing at your breasts with wet, needy sounds.

After long minutes of him crying and kissing and begging, you finally started moving—slow, deep rolls of your hips that had him moaning and clutching at you, the drag of his cock against your walls making you clench around him with every grind.

"Y-yes, oh god.. s’good," He writhed, yanking his head back harder against the couch, pure bliss coating his pretty features. You grinded slightly, his curved cock sliding against your g-spot—the movement drawing a soft, shaky whimper from him. The pure need in his noises— you knew then you couldn't hold back any longer.

“Bedroom,” you breathed. “Now.”

He didn’t even pull out. Gojo stood with you still wrapped around him, carrying you down the hall on shaky legs, kissing your mouth the entire way. Each step made his cock shift inside you, rubbing against that sweet spot and drawing little gasps from both of you.

In the bedroom he laid you down like you were made of glass, sliding out only long enough to strip the rest of your clothes. Then he was back inside you in one smooth thrust, forehead pressed to yours, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

“M’sorry,” he whispered again, voice cracking as he started to move—deep, steady strokes that made your toes curl and your back arch. The angle was perfect, his cock dragging along every sensitive inch inside you, hitting that spot over and over until your eyes fluttered shut from how good it felt.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Then fuck me like you mean it, crybaby. Show me how sorry you are.”

He did. His thrusts grew harder, more desperate, but his face stayed completely open—eyes locked on yours, tears still streaming as he drove into you. He dropped his head to your chest, kissing and sucking at your breasts with broken little sobs, tongue swirling around one nipple while his hand kneaded the other. The wet heat of his mouth on your skin, the way he sucked hard enough to leave marks, the constant whimpering—it all pushed you higher.

You moaned loudly, nails digging into his back. “So pathetic for me, Toru.”

He whimpered at the words, hips snapping harder. “Y-yours— your pathetic— m’gonna make you cum again— please—” He babbled, unable to form a single coherent sentence as he gripped your hips harder, diving into you deeper—his cock kissing your cervix.

When your second orgasm hit, it slammed into you even harder than the first. Your vision whited out completely, pleasure exploding through every nerve as your walls clenched tight around his cock. You came with a loud cry of his name, thighs shaking, back bowing off the bed while wave after wave crashed over you.

Gojo followed right after, burying himself as deep as he could go, sobbing your name against your breast while thick, hot pulses of cum filled you. He kept moving through it, slow and shaky, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were both trembling.

Even after he finished he stayed inside you, collapsing on top of you, face tucked between your breasts. Soft sniffles shook his shoulders as he kissed the valley of your chest over and over.

You stroked his messy hair, voice gentle now. “You’re forgiven, baby. I’m not mad anymore.”

Gojo let out a watery, relieved sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. “T-thank you… thank you s'much. Love you, s'much.”

You kissed the top of his head and held him tighter, letting him nuzzle and suckle lazily at your nipple while the last of his tears dried on your skin.

“My dramatic, needy little crybaby,” you murmured fondly.

He hummed against you, still sniffling, but smiling now.