AAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT HURTS SO MUCH 😭😭
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my jaw has been clenched so tight for like a week and my mom just keeps making it worse.
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Gojo gets so drunk off of you whenever you ride him. You think it’s because he’s spoiled, he says he just loves you a lot.
It’s something about being able to lay back, watch how your hips roll against his, how your clit rubs against the white pubes at his base, how your chest heaves with every moan. The way your hands never know what to do with themselves, gripping his shoulders and chest before gripping your own, touching yourself between your legs, holding his cock at the base whenever it slips out.
He feels intoxicated every time you get on top. The only downside about it is—is he can’t really control himself, either. If he doesn’t hold your hips down and take over, then he’s trying to ward off a too early orgasm. Gojo can’t help it, really, everything about you is just so addicting.
Like now—your mouth is pressed against his, your hands are tangled in his hair, your hips slowly grind against his own. It hasn’t even been long enough for that familiar feeling to twist in his lower stomach, for his balls to twitch so soon. His warm hands try to pull you off of him, but you pull them away from your skin, instead pinning them on the headboard beside his head.
“Oh, cmon,” Gojo whines, albeit playfully despite the concerning way his cock begins to throb inside of you. You shake your head at him, lids lowering as you focus on grinding against him, his cock nudging something soft inside of you to make you moan.
“Lemme take over, so you don’t have to do all the hard work.” Gojo pleads, bottom lip pouting at you. But you ignore it, leaning forward to instead nip at his lip, squeezing his wrists in your hands. He could break away from you easily, but it’s something about the control you’re exerting over him that makes his tip leaky.
“Shut up,” you huff softly, hips starting to pick up pace. Gojo twists a little underneath you, biting at his bottom lip as he tries to stave off his oncoming orgasm.
“Baby—“
“I’m not fucking finished with you, so just sit back and take it.” You bite at him, eyebrow screwing up as you try to angle your hips to get some friction against your clit, hands squeezing his wrists tightly. You glare up at him from under your lashes, and Gojo, the slut, has a moment of awakening when you lock eyes.
He cums almost instantly, with a punched out sound emitting from his throat, head thrown back as he gasps out your name. His cock kicks and spurts inside of you, filling you up to the brim and you can only moan at the warming feeling of it. Gojo is loud with every rope inside of you, bright eyes falling closed behind his lids as he leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder.
He catches his breath after a few seconds, and speaks against your sweaty skin.
“Think I might’ve discovered something about myself.” He whispers, circling your waist when you release him to pull you in closer to him, making you both hiss.
“That was nothing new for you, Satoru.” You sigh softly into his hair. He laughs at that, and doesn’t deny it. He thinks he might be more transparent than he realized.
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jun carefully places a bowl of soup in front of you, voice soft as he does, "careful... it's still hot. i let it cool a little, but i don't know how sensitive your teeth are right now..."
your teeth have been hurting ever since you went to the dentist this morning, and you know its just because of everything that had to be done. you're safe to eat now, thankfully, but all of the prodding and scraping and poking has wore you out and left you with a sore mouth. jun pulls the chair next to you out, and sits down, leaning forward to press his lips against your cheek.
"there's nothing chewy in this," he promises. when you don't make eye contact with him, he leans forward a little. "honey?" he pauses, "are you still upset--"
"yes." you still don't look at him, embarrassment burning hot inside you. you'd tried to eat a sandwich earlier only to end up tearing up because of how agitated your teeth were--and the damn thing was still pretty soft because you knew they hurt. "i just..."
"it's okay," he rests a hand on your knee, pecking your cheek again. "i put the rest of it in the fridge for later. just focus on what you can eat right now."
there's something about how gently he speaks to you that makes your embarrassment die down. jun's never been judgmental of you or your limits. hell, he's probably the one who makes you adhere to them when you're getting stubborn. case in point: he was the one who pulled your food away from you when you kept insisting you would be fine despite visibly showing signs of pain. jun's good at looking after you, the same way you help ground him when he needs it, too.
when you finally look at him, you lean forward to graze your lips against his in a quick kiss. "thank you, jun," you say softly. "i love you."
and, oh, that loving smile. with a tender look in his eyes, jun gives your knee a reassuring squeeze. "i love you, too."
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