human anatomy major!gojo describing what he's doing to you when he's like 11 inches deep 😋
ᥫ᭡ extra credit if you survive....!!
“—feel thattt?, that right there is your cervix.”
you blink up at him, half-delirious, half-annoyed while his hips grind relentlessly into you. his stupid grin is blinding even in the dark, damp white hair falling into his eyes as he keeps lecturing to your trembling figure underneath him.
“satoru—shut the fuck up—” you tried to bring his head close to yours to somehow stop his vile lecture—
“ah—ah,” he wags a finger, cock distending you so well that you could almost feel like you were splitting into two.
“no interrupting the professor. now—what you’re feeling right now? that’s me displacing your vaginal walls.” he says it like he’s narrating off of a textbook, his cock hitting those hot spots inside you that you didn't even know existed.
“—observe,” satoru drawls again, hips rolling in a lazy, devastating rhythm that has you clawing helplessly at the sheets, “as my cock stimulates the pubococcygeus muscle.”
you don’t even know what the fuck that means—you’re too busy crying out, walls spasming around him as he grins down at you, sweat dripping from his temple.
“shut—up—oh-” you gasp, trembling when he pulls out just an inch, then slams back in, your body arching violently.
“tsk. wrong answer, sweetheart. class participation is graded.” his smirk widens, blue eyes flashing mischievously as he presses your legs up higher, folding you like he owns you. “sooo—what do you say when i’m hitting your cervix just right?”
your voice catches in your throat, words tumbling out as more of a strangled war cry than anything coherent. “f-fuck you—can't-oh-"
“ding ding ding! incorrect—agaaain.” he smirks, rocking into you with maddening gluttony. “the correct answer was: ‘thank you, professor satoru—for this hands-on demonstration.’
you let out a broken sob-laugh, somewhere between wanting to suffocate his stupid face and wanting him to never stop.
"fuck you and your biology—"
“mm—but you’re clenching like i just hit your cervix—oh wait—i did."” he cackles, dragging his cock out slow enough to feel every vein, then slamming back in with enough force to make your vision stutter. “now—if you’ll direct your attention here—”
he presses a cold thumb amusingly against your clit, circling lightly as if he were tracing diagrams in chalk.
“—we have the anterior fornix. notice how my cock—ah, wait for it—” he angles his hips deeper, and you choke on a scream as white-hot pleasure shoots through you, “—slides riiight underneath the bladder. that pressure—ya' feel it? write it down.”
“satoru—oh, my god—” you cry out—tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“mm, yeah, that's good,” his chuckle erupts strained, bending down to catch your jaw between his fingers, forcing your eyes open. “stay with me, sweetheart. professor’s still lecturing, yeah?”
the angle shifts, his length dragging against every trembling nerve inside you, until your entire body spasms, cunt choking on him like you’re begging him to stay.
he falters as he clenches his teeth together when he feels you gripping his cock, squeezing it. felt too good to be true—
“quiz time, angel. one problem left: calculate how much cum i’m about to dump in ya'.”