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If there is one thing to describe Gojo in bed, it would be rough and demanding. Stinging slaps, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, choking, and He goes as far as shoving out of annoyance. It happened to most of the girls, guys even, from the campus. But there is one thing he wants to find out -- taste, sensation, feeling, energy.
You.
Your first meeting went from hitting you up - attempting to get you in bed, to chasing you around. He himself doesn't even know why, he once never questioned why except today.
Why am I so eager to chase around a common trait fish? No matter the insults he said about you to himself.
Loser. Nerd. Short.
Yet he finds you incredibly endearing. Over time, It turned more and more personal and deep - From wanting to stuff you in his pocket, to wanting to stuff you full with his cum. He wants you so bad it's embarrassing.
Because when Geto surprised - or planned to surprise Gojo for his birthday, he was expecting a Gojo playing with his Ps5 yet he witnessed a Gojo jacking off of a picture of you on his computer. Cum sprayed everywhere, even on his computer screen. It wasn't his usual compilation of Waka Inou pictures that goes display like a presentation on his computer whenever it's idle (and he doesn't even jack off to it.), Geto just saw a normal picture of you - something that would be posted by your mother in Facebook. Literally just you sitting on a bench smiling lightly - probably taken by one of your friends.
"Really? not a bikini picture of white blonde blue eyed girl or a random nude photo from internet? Just a normal girl sitting on a bench??" Poor Geto thought.
That is probably the first time he's seen his best friend lust over a normal looking girl - not a drastically model-esque mean girl energy schoolgirl that would fuck the popular jock in a daily basis. Outside his preferences. Deep infatuation. In love.
It got worse. You two started talking, a little topic here and there. You thought he really wasn't that bad - sure he looks like a mean sexy bodied bitchy fucker girl, but he doesn't look OR sound mean, After months of chasing you, you finally started to talk to him. Your pen ran out of ink, and you needed a pen after finding out you didn't have any of extra pens (And pretty sure you had one but you wonder where it went.) Your new semester seatmate, the one and only, Gojo, has one. Plenty of them.
He of course, gave you one. What would he say? No? really? To his precious (one-sided) girlfriend? Now now, that's crude. He could also give you his cock and fuck your mouth in front of the class if you ask.
Now it's worse now that he has something to replay on his head every night he goes to sleep, the way your mouth moves. Your juice thick pink wet lips. He wonders if the other one is the same. If it isn't, it's fine! Just to stuff you full with him, it's okay! Your cheeky smile, your golden retriever energy, your pleasing smell - it was all so addicting.
He wants you to smell like his sweaty sex smell, your sweat and wet stained on his sheets - he wants all of it. He wants all of you. Underneath him, your little chubby hands grabbing tight on his muscley arms as he shags you deep and slow. Blushing boy licking everywhere of your neck area, your collarbone area, kissing you everywhere, whispering 'Mine.', chanting 'Yours', 'yours', 'I'm yours' every deep, lovingly thrust. He imagines the way your hips move side to side riles him up so bad. The way he'd pant really loud, sweating from the activity but not stopping - stuttering hips everytime he humps you, his head rubbing against yours at the side, again and again and again. His strong pressure of pinning you below him, making sure you're not escaping his grip as you try to escape him. His creepy smile, his sinful lips, his deep loving feeling in between you.
He imagines all that happening in his small guest room. the door near you but making sure you can never escape - the thick duvet covering both of you with dim yellow lights, small space for you to be squished together. One small bed that only fits you, no need to worry! He's on top of you - making sure you're taking him good and well. But is this what you want, Baby? Want me to go faster? To go deeper? Ask me, and only me! Command me, use me, love me,, LOVE ME. All that while he's moaning loud, panting, drooling, as he rubs his head on your temples - neck, whispering how much he'd be a better fit for you; A good husband that will give you riches and diamonds, take the kids to school and back home, to feed you a very expensive steak, tuck you and the kids goodnight and bring you a very delicious breakfast every morning. Carry you outside the bedroom whenever you can't stand from love activities. If you'd let him. If you'd allow him to your life. If you'd allow him to be the bearer of his children - If you marry him and love him back, Please.
"Please.. let me."
The whole class looks at him, and when he realized he said that - he was in shock. Even his model student best friend, Geto, side eyed him (in a non - mean way) What, are you serious? "Okay, Gojo Satoru it is then, he'll be representing the mathematics club, and will be the participant in every mathematics competition. Good choice, young one; you won't regret this," The teacher smiled before leaving, the bell ringing the exact time he left. He was in shock, he was just daydreaming of non-consesually fucking you, not become a fucking contestant.
"Hey." You side nudged the lost guy, Gojo immediately looked at you, stars and heart bubbles forming in his eyes and around him. God he needs your lips on his lips. "i'll be rooting for you - be your biggest fan even,"
That's all he needed. His daydreams of being with you in the future suddenly came to light. I won't regret this, if it means being serious in my studies now to build my future with you. I'll do anything.