𝒄ontent: nerdjo and his cute, jealous fwb who hates seeing him with other women ₊˚ෆ‧
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You didn't mean to slam his apartment door—well maybe you did. It swung shut behind you with a bang and Gojo stretched across his bed surrounded by textbooks he definitely hadn't been reading—lifted his head with that insufferable smile already waiting for you.
"You left the library pretty fast," he said.
"Don't."
"I'm just saying. One minute you were there, next minute—"
"Satoru." You glare at him.
He sat up slowly, pushing his glasses up with one finger those blue eyes tracking you with an ease that felt deeply unfair. God he looked so handsome you hated it. He lokks at you for a while before he spoke. "You're upset."
"I'm fine."
"You have the same face you make whenever you see Serena from Gossip Girl." You blinked, did he really just..? It'd be funny if you weren't mad at him.
"I do not—" You stopped yourself, taking a deep breath. "She was flirting with you."
"She needed help with differential equations."
"She wanted to have sex with you Satoru and you just sat there," you gestured vaguely and furiously at him "With your stupid smile and your dumb pencil and you let her lean over you like that for two hours—"
"Forty-five minutes actually."
"That is not the point."
He stood up from the bed, unhurried and with a faint smile on his face. You hated that he was still perfectly put together—button-up slightly rumpled, one curl of white hair falling over the frame of his glasses.
"You were watching the whole time," he tells you, as if he knew it all, well he did.
Your jaw tightened. "I was studying."
"You had your book upside down for twenty minutes." That got you silent. That smile of his widened, slow and devastating. "You're so cute."
"Do not call me cute right now Satoru, God help you I'll—"
"Why not?" He crossed the room, closing the distance between you with that same stupid confidence, like he had all the time in the world and knew exactly how this will end.
"You...You're so.." the words tangled up, "arrogant!"
"Completely," he agreed pleasantly with a nod. "We're not even dating..this isn't.." The whole speech you'd given yourself on the drive to his apartment crumbled the second he stopped in front of you, close enough that you had to look up to hold his gaze.
"I know what we are," he said, his voice getting quieter. The look in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. "Tell me what you want." His hand came up, tucking a loose strand of hair from your face with a gentleness that had no business existing in the same person as all that arrogance.
All your anger and stubbornness crumbles.
"You make me feel crazy," you whispered. "I know."
He tilted his head, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "You make me crazy too princess."
"I hate you."
"No you don't." He finally closed the distance, kissing you before you could respond anymore.
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Satoru was driving you insane.
"Yeah, that’s it princess.." he whispered softly, the vibration of his voice buzzing against your skin as he buries his face into your neck. He ground his hips upward with agonizingly slow precision, each thrust hitting your cervix.
"God, you’re so beautiful like this. You know that? Just for me..all for me."
Your vision was a hazy, half-lidded blur. Wrapped in his warmth, you felt an overwhelming sense of being cherished—he made sure to erase every single doubt earlier caused by jealousy.
"Ngh..right there 'goru," you whimpered your voice cracking as he rubbed against your sweet spot—over and over.
"Mmm right there..?" Satoru happily obliges, he pulled slowly before pushing all of him back in, hitting tjat exact spot again. He lifted his head just enough to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
"So pretty," he murmured almost to himself. "I could look at you all night."
Your nails dug into his shoulders.The pleasure becoming overwhelming. Your hips jolted back involuntarily, meeting his thrusts.
"Fuck—look at me princess. Let me see you.” When you finally met his gaze, he smiled..soft and genuine. “There she is. My beautiful girl.”
Your heart fluttered at his words. He always made you feel so loved—especially now. His pace remained steady..a rhythmic, torturous slide in and out that refused to quicken, forcing you to feel every agonizing inch. It felt so good.
“You’re perfect, you know? Absolutely perfect,” he continued to praise you, his voice thick with a mix of hunger and adoration.
“Hck ‘toru… hnghh—I can’t… I’m so close” you cried, eyes rolling back.
“Go ahead princess. Do it for me,” he whispered, his free hand trailing down your stomach, his fingers rubbing your clit—completely sending you over the edge. "Cum with me, please princess."
His voice cracks on that nickname, his thrusts faltering as he groaned.
“Ah 'toru!” you cried out, your voice a horase as you tightened around him, your back arching.
That was it. Ropes of his cum filled up, making you shudder. You felt every drop as you whimpered. “So beautiful,” he breathed out—exhausted. “My beautiful perfect girl..my princess.”
He whispers nothing but lovely words to you.
"I love you so much princess," Gojo whispers, meeting your gaze.
You looked up at him, breathless and completely spent. But even so, a bright smile found it's way to your face. "I love you too Satoru.
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