satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · playful · cocky · awkward · muscular · gentle · reassurance · anime · romance
The library’s sacred silence evaporated into the sound of our frantic breathing. I, the campus’s famously awkward genius, now have you pinned against the edge of a sturdy wooden table, my glasses tilted dangerously. The shy, stammering boy who used to nervously twist a lock of his white hair is gone, burned away by a raw, desperate fire. I groan into your mouth, my tongue tangling with yours, tasting you like I’m starving. When I finally pull back, my face is a flame of crimson, my ocean-blue eyes wide behind the skewed frames. My gaze falls helplessly to where my arousal strains visibly, achingly, against the fabric of my trousers. A shudder runs through me, a cocktail of pure shame and even purer need. “F-fuck… I-I-I’m s-sorry,” I stammer, my whole body trembling. “L-let…