satoru's area

mdni!, reader is implied as a female

nerd!gojo who swears time froze when he first saw you in the hallway of university, he froze in his steps, his cheeks turning into a deep crimson. He pushed his bulky glasses up to get a better view of your face, a sigh coming out of his lips in admiration.

nerd!gojo who after that day he can't get you out of his mind! and by the day he watches you from afar, never daring to get to close as to not get noticed, pretending to read a book while really he's trying not to whimper at just seeing your gorgeous face.

nerd!gojo who one day walks past you, so distracted at you walking close to him that he doesn't realize that someone is standing behind him, the persons arms ready to push him out of the way. He gets shoved to the ground, a small wince coming out of his lips from the pressure of the push.

nerd!gojo who realizes that he's falling down, he shuts his eyes, as a way to attempt to balance himself, he starts throwing his hands in any direction possible and grabbing anything he can.

C-C-Catboy?

A Gojo Satoru x Reader hcs

Sypnosis: Just what having a catboy in your life would feel...

Tags: Gojo x Reader, Catboy..., catboy Gojo, headcanons, smut, MDNI!!!, OOC, Reader reffered to as Y/n, idk how to tag.

Catboy Gojo! Who immediately asks for your attention as soon as you come home. Rubbing his cheek against you affectionately. Wrapping his tail around your waist while softly purring. Bathing in your scent and presence.

Catboy Gojo! Who gets jealous veryyy easily. Will hiss at anyone who tries to go near you, even Suguru who was just passing by. Won't stop clinging to you even in public saying that he lacks Vitamin Y/n.

Catboy Gojo! Who is scared of your disapproval, he wouldn't show that he was sad entirely but his sad whines and purrs along with the mushroom practically growing at his head says it.

Catboy Gojo! Who spoils you, even in bed. Always gripping your hips enough to leave bruises-but somehow making it feel soft and possessive. Always bending your legs in angles that shouldn't be possible. And always staring at your eye with his face not even centimeters far. Close enough to see every reaction, every twitch, and every hitch of your breath.

Catboy Gojo! Who manages to pick up your scent even if your a kilometer away, like a Y/n radar that he seems to have. Rushing in your arms and burrying his face in your neck, inhaling a deep breath like his lungs would collapse without an hour of your smell.

Catboy Gojo! Who just loves laying in your lap, forcing your hands to scratch his white hair, relaxing immediately and even purring out of satisfaction. He also seems to love your thighs.

Catboy Gojo! Who loves to leave hickeys and love marks. Eager to show everyone that you're his only. He also loves it when you leave your own marks in his neck, collar bone, just everywhere.

Catboy Gojo! Who likes it when you leave your scent to him. He'd turn around happily sniffing your scent in his clothes while Shoko looks at him in disgust.

Catboy Gojo! Who even in every form, will only love you and you only. He won't ever replace you, why would he when he has a goddess like you in his bed every night. Gosh he's so obsessed with you. His fated mate.

bully!gojo who fucks you until you can't think straight

you came five times already, and still gojo is fucking your pussy over and over again. you're lying on your back and gojo's palms are planted beside your head, his eyes watching the filth that is his cock thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. without a condom, his cum is free to coat your pussy, and his eyes just can't seem to tear away from the sight. the sound of you moaning, gojo grunting, and the wet plaps of where you two meet fills the room.

"fuck baby, your pussy's so relaxed for me. just gave up, huh?" he teases, savoring the way your cunt lets him in with ease, how his cock seems so welcome buried deep inside. his gaze rises to your fucked out face and he makes mocking sound.

"you seem a little tired honey? hm? too much cock makes your little brain turn off, doesn't it?" he moans, balls twitching when your cunt pulls him in. "can't even, ngh, think about anything. just my dick keeping you full."

he moans again as he speeds up his thrusts, causing you to let out a loud moan. you're long gone, no longer caring about how embarrassed you feel and how he completely owns you right now, all that matters is that he keeps fucking you and that your pussy stays full.

gojo grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him, strands of wetness connecting your bodies, completely perverted and demented. he fucks you harder while you shake beneath him, pussy clenching his cock over and over, like it has a mind of its own. when you feel your orgasm coming, you reach your hands up to him.

"aww, you need me baby?" he leans down and wraps his arms around you, allowing you to hug him. "don't worry baby, i'm here. this cock is all yours."

Satoru who cuddles up to you and you run your fingers through his soft hair while he nods off to sleep.

Satoru who rests his head on your chest because the sound of your heartbeat and being held by you makes him feel safe.

Satoru who nuzzles into your neck and kiss your cheek whenever you both get into bed before you cuddle until you fall asleep.

Satoru who enjoy when you use his chest or shoulder as a pillow, so long as you both have your arms around one another. Often times he’ll bury his face in your hair to take in your scent and because it’s soft and calming. By the time you wake up, he’s wrapped around you like a sleeping bag.

Satoru who plays with your hands, or runs his fingers along your side, or tucks one arm up behind your back to hold you really close.

You step outside letting out a big sigh of relaxation. The chill night air brushes against your exposed skin as you get prickly. You look behind you, the house that’s so ‘lively’ with your family—the people you hold so much resentment towards.

No one knows what you go through, not really and it’s not like any of your friends would have a care. They’d tell you to suck it up or go out or smoke, drink. You were fucking sick of being told that.

All you ever wanted since you were a little girl was to be comforted. To be told that you belong here, that nothing is actually wrong with you. And that you weren’t only born to satisfy the people you love so dearly’s flesh.

Your feet hit the ground, dragging yourself across the road with no destination in mind. Maybe freedom was your destination but that was only in your head, and it’ll have only lasted for a second.

You reach for your phone in the back pocket of your shorts only to realize you left it discarded on your bed, it was around 12pm, you weren’t sure who’d be awake. “Don’t we have finals soon?” you murmur to yourself. “toru should be awake.” you let out a sigh, if he’d even take you serious.

But it’s the only place you know—especially at this time of night.

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You collapse onto the ground immediately, in front of his steps as you ring the doorbell multiple times. You had walked thirty whole minutes. But to your suprise, Gojo didn’t come to the door. It was an older lady, an apron wrapped around her figure. His mom?

This sweeps you off your feet immediately, you fix yourself. “hi ma’am m’sorry—I just walked thirty minutes here um, is g-“ she only smiles, not letting you finish your sentence she calls for him. “Satoru Gojo!!!!!!! Get down here!!!!!” she turns back to you as you two await for his arrival.

“My god you’re so pretty.” she says, stepping aside she lets you inside. You smile, lip quivering. Your mom never told you that you were pretty. “Thank you.”

You see the white haired boy come down stairs, hair a tousled mess. Sleep looking like it was ready to take over, but he was quickly rejuvenated when he made eye contact, with you.

“Y/n?” You swallow hard, his mom makes her way back into the kitchen baking what smelt like pie. “what the hell are you doing at my place so late? better yet why—wait did you walk all the way over here? and why aren’t you home with your family?? y/n???” he pushes his glasses back onto his face and really studies you.

You look at him, and that’s when it happens, you break down and he immediately takes you up with him into his room.

You’re sat at the edge of his bed, face down and hands draped over yourself. He’s on the floor in front of you almost like a stupid fucking whipped puppy, waiting for the right moment.

“Why didn’t you text? I could’ve came to get you or—“ but he realizes he shouldn’t scold you at the moment. Your body trembles and he stands up quickly finding a spot next to you and wrapping his arms around you, and you lean into him. “Toru..” you whimper. “I don’t know what to do.”

“About what, hm? we can figure it out together if you’d tell me.” You look up at him, eyes stricken with sadness. “It’s my family.” You whisper, “I can’t go back.” His posture worsens as he comes to a state of realization. “ah,” he continues to rub your back.

He then places a few kisses onto your forehead, “they don’t deserve a beautiful, smart and willing woman.” he says, “they don’t deserve you.” You rest your soaked face into his neck. “I want to stay here, I don’t want to go back.” You choke with how much you’ve been crying. “At ease, hm?” He stands up, looking back at his studying session that was cut short. “You can stay.”

You let out a breath, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t cry.” he immediately shuts that thought up. But before he can say anything his mom walks in, offering cookies.

You smile to yourself as you take two from the tray and thank her. “Hey mom, y/n is staying over—for a while.” he adds the last part. She knew not to ask questions. “Okay, that’s okay you two just let me know if you need anything.”

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His front is against your back as he presses light kisses on top of your head. “I think I love you toru..” and that stops him in his tracks. Around school everyone knew (y/n) didn’t love anyone. “Think huh?” He snorts, and you shift over, now facing him.

Your eyes adjust to his face in the dark, and your hands rise up to stroke his hair away and you can feel the heat on his cheeks. “you nerd,” you tease. “do you love me back?”

You touch across his face so you can feel the emotion he’s trying desperately to not hide, and you feel him smile. “I do actually, I love you too—or more actually.” You nuzzle yourself into his chest. “I won’t be embarrassed to talk to you at school anymore—I won’t be such a struggle.”

“I’ll be better.” You murmur.

“Better?” He asks. “Better for what? I love you even when you’re so mean.” You let out a sigh, “that’s bad—I shouldn’t be mean to you I’m sorry.” He smiles and pulls you in closer.

“I never want to see you crying like that again..something broke inside of me seeing you like that.” You smile, “you’re a big softie.”

“only for my study’s—and you.”

hello is this anyone else’s life👀👀👀??? Is this thing on…also I wrote this while listening to cry by the sundays on repeat..omg I’m also so sleepi so if something doesn’t make sense I’m sorry..and it’s not proofread 🫪🫪 guys leave requests as well!! I need to make my masterlist soon🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪🫪 also I think I might’ve accidentally posted a megumi draft with like no words cause I didn’t start it yet whoops…OMG OK SORRY GOODNIGHT THIS WAS SO LONG. Wait I’m actually posting this at 5am goodmorning lovely’s.

riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.

“Ouhh mm' goodddd babbbyyy,”

Filthy. Your husband was filthy.

Filthy in the way his hips rolled against your plush ones. Snuggling into your warmth and suffocating in your cunt. Filthy in the way his white lashes fluttered and blue eyes glossed over, like he was damn drunk. Filthy in the way strong arms looped around the small of your back so that you were angled and your head was laid comfortably on the pillow.

But above all: filthy in the way he muffled and slurped and drooled all over your tits leaking with milk.

"Mngh, toru— s'good baby—" you whined as he smacked his lips against your slick nipple. Coating you up in his messy saliva as his tongue twirled on the tender peak. No table manners whatsoever.

Shaky fingers delve into his hair. Tugging on the white tuffs and chewing on your lip as your husband's deep groans thrummed into your sensitive breasts.

“Mngh, fuck, my pretty girl— angh.” His hips stuttered he sunk his cock deeper. Rutting into you with a gentle, yet somehow depraved sway. “Mm' perfect wife— so fuckin' sweet.”

Satoru huffed through his nose, a large hand slipping up. He stroked over your swollen belly, thumbing over the curve twice before cupping your tender breast in his cold palm. The contrast had you gasping.

“Sweetheart—” he huffed and withdrew with a wet pop! His lower lip was glossed. Eyes glazed. His thumb swirls on your wet tit only to squeeze until pearls bubble around the stiff peak. He bit his lip so hard, you're sure he'll bleed.

“Look at this. Look how you're leaking for me.”

His throbbing cock angled just right. Dragging along those velvety sweet spots that send your eyes rolling and your cunt clenching. You arched as far as you could into his squeezing hand.

“Baby. . .” you hiccuped.

“Know. . . I know, sweet girl. Fuck. Love my pregnant wife when she's soooo stuffed with me.”

Not many things could get Satoru babbling. But your warm cunt squeezing, your tummy swollen with his child and flushed into his abdomen, and your milk spilling all over like a lewd fountain? You crumbled the strongest into a sex-sloppy sinner.

Strings of arousal split and webbed all over his thighs and yours. A ring of cream smooched to the base of his cock and a sticky pool trickling onto the sheets he'll have to change for the third time this week.

He didn't care. Not when you were this desperate for him. Not when you were so his.

“I—” another whine, you bunched his hair between your knuckles and shoved him back into your tits. His mouth obeyed. It always did. “Satoru— 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck— love you so so much. . .”

Your thighs shivered when you felt him throb. Deep and heavy against your sweetspot as his hips stuttered. Mouth clamped over your tits and Adam's apple working overtime with how much he was gulping. His brows furrowed, eyes quivered, breaths pitched.

"Love you, love you baby, love you so soooo—” he muffled on your milk, thrusts growing sloppy and accentuating your wet squelches. “Sooo much, mngh, cum— cum for me please— pleasepleaseplease.”

When your husband begged like that, who were you to deny? His pulsating tip gyrated on the perfect spot one too many times, until your heat burst at last.

Nerves set alight and mouth singing slurred praises as you gushed around him for the third time that night. Squeezing so hard you're certain he was choking.

Or perhaps that was from his own greed and the way he almost ferally gulped at your tits.

With a few more humps, Satoru followed shortly after. Heaving and whining into your mounds as he parted with messy strings of saliva. Tongue out and panting as his eyes rolled back into his skull.

“Baby, baby, babbbyyy— fuck fuck fuck.”

He grunted, spilling thick and creamy into your gooey heat. Gasping for air yet clinging to your breasts like they were his only saviour. And once he rode out his high? They were also his comfort.

White tuffs tickled your nipples and collarbone as his heart flopped into your softness. Forearms bracing instinctively so he didn't crush you. A soft pressure against your bump that warmed your heart.

“Mngh, can't keep doing this,” you slurred, fingers running through his hair. “Baby's not gonna have any if you keep slurping like that.”

“Tha's what cows are for.”

He muffled into your soft skin. So you huffed and gently batted his head with a clicking tongue.

“toru.”

“I'm serious!”

camboy satoru had made a name for himself all over the internet. his digital footprint consisted of scathing factitious self-sex and cliche titles, deliberately curated, to earn the most clicks from his viewers.

people watched. they paid. they requested. and mostly, they were interested. in him. who was he? what was he like outside of this?

a daytime nerd with the way his glasses hid those blue orbs of innocence. chapped lips bitten out of sheer anxiety. stutter whenever he talked to you, girls or anyone in particular. vast knowledge that was presumed to be innate because how could such talent exist?

but at nighttime, a whore in front of the camera.

and he somehow had you, his study partner, complicit in his promiscuity.

it had innocently began with you groaning about your low grades in physics because of which you brought up a deal. if he helped you earn at least a pass in the test, you would do whatever he asked. no bounds, no backing out.

and now you were here. all because of your oath.

your legs were unsurely open, tremors with trepidation. “trust me on this, hm?”, satoru comforted with that little awkward smile of his where one corner tilted higher than the other. his eyes gleamed despite the barrier of his glasses, as if unearthing a sly indulgence of the situation.

the camera, seemingly branded, tilted to only show the body—respected your wishes of remaining confidential. the red flare indicated its broadcasting, thousands of viewers already garnered.

“hey guys, upon tons of requests i received from last time—today’s video will be focused on how to pleasure a woman”.

it was as if he was a different person. as if skin was sloughed rebirthing someone new.

“here, i’ve got a pretty girl with me. she’s a little camera shy so pardon us”, he tipped his head forward, encouraging. with a bashful nod, you hesitantly waved a little at the camera.

“so, firstly you need to be gentle with your lady. she is a human, not a toy. build the tension” with that, his fingertips traced the outline of your pussy through the dampening panties.

“tease her just a little. make her want it. want you. don’t force yourself” the middle finger of his rubbed at the overly saturated spot as your breath hitched out of sheer want. a chuckle from him.

“hear how her breathing changed? yeah, she wants it”. you whined, feebly, when you felt a dollop of your arousal cascade down. self consciousness nurtured your body as you squirmed in your position.

his lone hand switched from holding your pelvis in position to the meat of your breasts, a squeeze too firm.

“don’t just focus down there, play with the rest of her body. worship the temple you’re blessed with.” his breath licked the heated skin of your ears, a sugary tone of profane grating words that were sure to exile a saint.

“p-please–”, a pleading too weak, consumed by another porny moan.

“yeah, baby. i got you” he pulled the sticky fabric to the side, caressing and pacifying your soaked folds with his fingers. he traced the pattern of your mound down to your inner lips, each labia lulled by his feathery rubs.

a bloom of writhing butterflies in your abdomen erupted from sensuous want, a subconscious grind of yours on his fingers signified the requirement. his fingers. inside of you. right now.

“baby’s a little impatient huh?” he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, clutching your thighs from closing.

a slender, bleak skinned finger inside of your wet hole. his fingers tried to open you up for another, simply rutting his pointer in and out of your pussy.

“don’t go all two or three at once. it might hurt her. get her to open up more. loosen her up, tightness hurts”. he placed more plumose kisses on to your temple, in order to distract you from the abruptness of the second finger he slipped in.

two fingers conjoined to go in and out of your pulsating hole. two fingers that came out sleek, drenched and went inside again in the same state.

squelches of his fingers stroking the inside your cunt was too loud, obscene echoes of water gushing and moans formed from the scorching heat. his other hand kept torturing you by moulding your breasts—rubbing the nipple between his thumb and pointer—swiping upwards on the tip making you jolt at times. “yeah, you are doing so good. taking my hand so good, hm?”

his fingers lurched in to your pussy deep. staining the walls with his imprints, denting crescents inside of your raw cunt. “yeah, are you about to cum?” he grunted against your ears, cauterising blood rushing through your head, burning your senses.

you moaned as you felt them curl, again. he had buried his fingers in to the hilt, you felt the heel of his palm grind on your clit, incessant lapping on the overtly sensitive clitoris bud. “yeah—she’s close. and when she is, focus on her clit. stimulate it more and more”

his two fingers wiped from your secreting hole and your bud, hasty and careless in spreading your sweetness all over. on the spur of the moment, you squirted out your orgasm in gushes—all over his working fingers, far enough on to the camera lens.

the sticky residue clung on to the skin of your thighs, breathing erratic from the arduous action only to be interrupted satoru’s sharp intake of air.

𑣲 nerdjo! who everyone thinks is shy, awkward, and quiet, but in reality oozes confidence and cockiness behind closed doors.

nerdjo! who knows how much mean girl! reader is into him, so he plays games and teases her endlessly.

nerdjo! who always purposely follows girls on instagram, or offers to tutor girls on campus just to watch mean girl! reader get jealous.

nerdjo! who waited on mean girl! readers text to come across, lighting up his phone screen.

y/n: unfollow her

gojo: who?

y/n: figure it out

nerdjo! who knows exactly who mean girl! reader is talking about but decides to play dumb to keep his show going.

nerdjo! who acts like he doesn’t see mean girl! readers mean stares during the lecture, her eyes boring through the back of his head in anger, since he never listened to her prior text.

mean girl! reader who checks nerdjo’s! instagram following every hour to see if he finally unfollowed the girl from campus, growing more restless and agitated each time her profile still appeared.

nerdjo! who eventually unfollows the girl after he’s had his fun toying with mean girl! reader.

nerdjo! who loves when mean girl! reader crashes his study/tutoring session to pick on him with her friends.

“wow! does our little nerd have a girlfriend?”

mean girl! reader says looking down on the girl he offered to help with tutoring, her nose turned up to her in a disgusted look.

“pfft! yea right, we know nobody would go for that 2 inch dick!”

mean girl! reader’s friends retorted and laughed in his face.

mean girl! reader who knocks his books off the table before strutting away giggling with her friends.

mean girl! reader who takes one last knowing glance at nerdjo! before leaving the library, already knowing how later on in his dorm room will take place.

mean girl! reader who spends the rest of her evening in nerdjo’s! dorm bouncing on his fat dick.

mean girl! reader who’s whines and cries totally contradict her snobby behavior earlier.

nerdjo! who teases her for being such a hypocrite,

“what was that you and your friends said earlier? about me having a 2 inch dick?”

he questions cockily as he tugs on mean girl! readers hair for a response.

“we said you had a shrimp dick! you already heard us didn’t you?”

mean girl! reader who’s bratty words are cut short due to a sharp thrust from satoru knocking the wind out of her.

“fuck! don’t stop toru!”

nerdjo! who snorts at her reaction still tugging at her hair, and refusing to slow his pace complying to her wish.

“to say I have a “shrimp” dick, you sure aren’t acting like it.”

nerdjo! who holds mean girl! reader still as he pounds into her until she eventually squirts across his mattress.

mean girl reader! who isn’t always this whiny in the bed, usually keeping her mean girl demeanor from school, spitting insults at nerdjo! as he holds her hips down onto the desk in his room.

“s-shit! you’re such a loser, bet you’re so excited a pretty girl is willing to let you do this to her.”

nerdjo! who lets her talk down to him, and bully him on campus because he’s just as obsessed with her as she is with him.

mean girl reader! who even though she’s always picking on gojo, has real feelings for him that she’ll only let show every once and a while.

at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.

but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.

satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.

you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.

“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.

he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.

“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.

“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.

“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.

“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.

“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”

“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.

little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…

fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.

it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.

“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.

“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.

when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.

at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?

“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.

“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”

“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.

“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!

you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.

“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”

you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.

“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.

there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.

“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.

“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.

satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”

you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”

“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.

you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”

“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”

“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”

“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”

“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”

“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.

“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”

“nooo…” your son shakes his head.

“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.

“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”

“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.

“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”

“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.

“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”

“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”

“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”

“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.

“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.

you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦

you always knew your husband was silly from time to time — but it was undeniable that he was actually the smartest human in the whole world. growing up in the gojo clan had sharpened both his mind & ego, and he thought he was prepared for anything.

except, when his firstborn baby arrived, joy overwhelmed his "keen" senses.

"...i might've cheated on you."

for a being who slaughtered the most vile curses with a lazy roll of his wrist, satoru gojo looked pretty unidentifiable. his aquatic eyes were huge and clouded with bone-crushing guilt, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at the bundle in front of him, and then back at you.

the child was beautiful, this much was plain. but he was not your child. at least not recognizably.

there was no trace of the signature white hair or blue eyes whatsoever—nor did the boy seem to bear even a fleeting resemblance to your own visage. just a tiny, wrinkled little facade that belonged to absolutely nobody.

​satoru looked physically sick. all the color drained from his face, gazing at you with a kind of horrified panic, long fingers clutching to the baby's blanket. ​“i-i swear to you, i don't recall any of it," he stammered, his voice wobbling with dread. "i-i love you beyond measure. it... it must have happened without my knowledge."

what a fucking cliché it is, but he looked for all the world like a frightened man awaiting execution, fully engrossed in his stupid delusion.

"baby, please, you have to believe me, i could never break our vows... y-you know me, i-i would never—"

and throughout his meltdown, you could only stare with your mouth hanging hallway open, body frozen with absolute shock and bewilderment. is he really that braindead?

"satoru," you eventually interrupted his rambling, voice pitched a tad too high with disbelief. "the child came out of me. how exactly could you have cheated to make that happen?”

​an oppressive silence descended upon the hospital room, the gears slowly grinding back to life in his brain. his "brilliant intellect" that usually fed his ego greater than anything finally returned to earth as he blinked down at the boy; the sheer idiocy of the concept clocking into him. ​

​a breathless laugh bubbled out of his throat, the immense self-loathing leaving his frame all at once as he buried the baby's face against his broad chest ever so gently, his eyes shining with relief and a heavy humiliation.

​when he finally looked up, he was wearing a wet smile on his face, cheeks flushed and damp with the tears he’d been shedding over. lunatic. the curve of his pillowy lips trembled slightly as he offered a soft, sheepish grin, fully defenseless under your judging stare.

one small problem. 

you were ovulating. and never in your year of knowing gojo were you this down bad for him. yes you were aware he was handsome. only thing setting him back from getting any popularity with the girls was how much of an absolute geek he is. 

he could name you every constellation, every digimon character, and the whole script for every Star Wars movie. you personally found it attractive but you would never try anything with him. he was your best friend after all. 

so why is him laying there in his stupid collared shirt on the floor stuffing his face with chips making you so fucking horny?

"anyways, I kept begging and begging but that little kid just didn't want to let go of it! it was the last limited edition biyomon stuffed animal in that store!" he ranted. knowing your eyes should be focused on his face, they traveled down to his biceps peeking from his sleeves. 

you forgot he was jacked up. the first time you found out he went to the gym you were baffled thinking that he only had time for formulas and.. whatever he's talking about right now. 

"are you even listening to me?" his voice was muffled due to the amount of food he had inside, making him look like a hamster stuffing his cheeks with seeds. 

his glasses were sliding down his nose a bit and his hair was so perfectly messed up that under the faux universe lit up by the projector set on his desk only made him look even more ethereal. 

"..um yeah, sorry, continue." you mumbled. 

he looked at you weirdly, raising a brow before going back to rambling. but you seriously couldn't handle it anymore. your pussy was pulsing, literally saying his name in morse code and you were sure that your panties were drenched by now. 

gojo gasped at the weight of you. you shifted on his lap, tugging at his shirt quietly asking to remove it. 

to your surprise, he obliged, sitting up to allow you pull up his shirt. the fabric slid of his broad shoulders to fully reveal his toned abs, delicious muscles, and his happy trail. 

his face was serious, watching in silence. you were practically drooling at the sight of him, hands gently pushing him back to lay on the ground. 

gojo's jaw clenched. his hands finally placed themselves on your waist. his grip was strong, staring up at you in awe. soon enough, his breaths matched yours, coming out in heavy pants as you began to grind on his clothed tent. the outline of his cock stained against his pants. 

"take my pants off." he ordered. 

you were surprised but you didn't need to be told twice. your hands fumbled with his zipper, sliding his pants off along with his boxers. 

oh wow. he's huge. 

like, really, really huge. 

his tip was leaking pre, a nice shade of pink. your eyes trailed down. he was unshaven but honestly, you found that hot. 

a small whimper left your lips when gojo's hand shifted to squeeze one of your breasts, forcing you to now lay down, switching your positions. 

"been dreaming of this since forever.." his voice was rough and full of arousal. 

and you internally thanked your ovulation, because right now you were getting fucked like you never have before, making you feel like a virgin all over again. 

his thrusts were fast and deep, reaching into places you never knew were possible to touch. "mm fuck yes fuck yes yes yes.." he moaned into your ear, moving to kiss your neck, nipping at it hard enough to leave hickeys behind. 

your back was arching, arms wrapped around his waist. 

"oh my god!" you could feel yourself tear up. all you could process was how good his cock felt and the obscene sounds coming from you two. 

"y'know how many times i've jerked my fucking cock to you? you kept torturing me with those pretty skirts and and nah.." his words trailed off after feeling you reach your orgasm, squeezing hard enough to cut off any circulation on his dick. 

you panted, body feeling numb. your hands fell off his back thinking you were done. 

gojo kept pounding into you, even faster than before if even possible. "not done pretty, I haven't came inside you yet." and based from how he sounded, you were far, far from done. 

extra : 

"I was hoping to ask you out on a date first, y'know before we even fucked, so I'll ask you now." he was leaning on his elbow, staring down at you as he played with a strand of your hair. "that okay?"

MDNI/18+ only

Gojo pushes his glasses up his nose that keep sliding down. He jiggles the doorknob a few times before it finally gives, the door opening with a small creak that makes him wince.

This is the first time he’s actually been to your dorm. Normally he doesn’t enter the dorms, but you reported something about a leaky faucet.

Now he knows this is a job for the school’s so-called handyman—not the RA—but considering he’s away for two weeks as a result of becoming a dad, the school head asked Gojo if he could take a look at it. ‘You’re a smart boy, I’m sure you could figure it out.’

So he walked up to you between classes and had asked if it was okay for him to come over, explaining the situation. You’d chirped a bright 'Yeah, no problem!’ and gave him a time and date he could come over.

What he didn’t expect was to get a face full of pussy—or more specifically, you pumping a realistic-looking dildo into your soppy cunt.

He stares for a while, glasses slipping off his nose as his mouth falls open. This wasn’t the leaky faucet he expected to see, but he isn’t complaining one bit. That is until your moan gets cut off, hand stilling as your head snaps up.

“Gojo?” you squeak out, embarrassed that he caught you in such a vulnerable position. Scrambling upright, you try to pull the blanket over yourself as you snap your legs shut. A whimper forces itself from your throat when the toy slightly jostles around inside you. “W-what are you doing here?”

That has him snap out of it, head shaking slightly as he turns his head away from you. “We, uh… we talked about fixing that leaky faucet.”

“I—right, the faucet. Let me, uhhh, get ready real quick, and you can come look at it.”

“I can help you out with that, too,” he blurts out, vaguely gesturing where you’re laid on your bed, before immediately clamping his mouth shut.

That’s how he finds himself laid on your bed, resting between your spread legs as he carefully takes ahold of the toy.

He’s entranced with the way your gummy walls seem to be sucking the toy back inside every time he pulls it out, like it doesn’t want to let go.

Squelching and moans fill the room as Gojo moves the silicone in and out of you, his hand firmly gripping the underside of the thing as he thrusts it in all the way.

Your back arches, hands gripping the sheets beside you as the cute RA plays with you. His tongue peeks out from between his pink lips as he grinds his aching cock onto the mattress; the friction has him positively groaning out.

“So pretty,” he whispers, eyes glued to where you’re gripping the toy, your arousal covering the skin-colored silicone.

He inches closer, breath ghosting your sensitive little clit, before he wraps his lips around the nub, giving it an experimental suck.

A gasp leaves you as one hand that was previously gripping the sheets tangles into his hair. “O-oh, fuck, Gojo.”

The feeling of his tongue circling the bundle of nerves has you moaning out in surprise, legs threatening to snap shut as you come without any warning.

Satoru’s other hand shoots out to keep your thighs nice and spread for him as he rides out your high, pushing the dildo in and out of you a few more times as he suckles on your clit. He only stops when you start pushing his head away.

He lets the toy pop out before he gives it an experimental lick, a groan falling from his glossy lips. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he looks at you once more.

“Might have to come over weekly. Y’know, to make sure your faucet won’t leak again.”

campus heartthrob and resident fuckboy GOJO SATORU shocks everyone by going exclusive with you

gojo satoru settling down was as unlikely as catching the hour hand of a clock moving.

notorious for being a lady's man , he had it all going for him. he was all bedroom eyes and cheesy smiles that can make anyone's knees go weak. he was full of loud laughter and nonchalant swagger.

like he didn't give a damn.

cigars for breakfast, skipping lunch to attend classes if he felt so, hard liquor with his frat boys and a different woman in his bed at night—for dinner of course.

he had the face, he had the body, he had the charisma. none could blame the poor souls who wanted a taste, even for just one night.

and satoru. oh. satoru was just a guy. who was he to turn away the beautiful ladies? he didn't chase after them, it was just his luck that they came to him first.

then he caught his first glimpse of you. at his party, looking so out of place that made his eyes zero in on you. not even a cup in your hands. looking so good that it made him want to do something bad.

so he slid up to your side with his usual confidence. started a conversation he could hardly care about. and ultimately, was shocked into silence when you hit him with a "sorry, that pea in your bed is going to bruise my back".

rejected him.

rejected him.

and thus began satoru's chase. the chase for your heart.

the local campus gossip forum ruminated , 'the heartthrob, gojo, has been caught getting rejected by unknown woman. the university has since, seen a rise in the number of women left unsatisfied as gojo's bedroom door has been closed for shocking reason. is a reform on the way? is exclusivity on the horizon? '

heads turned as the usually absent satoru was seen attending classes almost to the point of regularity.

gasps rang out when someone leaked a picture of him handing you flowers. red. roses.

so awfully cliche that you couldn't even blame your past self for the disgust on your face in the aforementioned leaked picture.

women raged when a video of him begging you while chasing after you on the sidewalk surfaced in the stories of satoru's frat bro's.

the man who was known for being as careless with his words as people are with their phones after a year, was suddenly mindful of his vocabulary.

when before, smirks and winks were handed out to the girls so easily—now they were reserved just for you it seemed.

and the crazy part of it all? you made him run. you made him grovel. you made him fix his failing grades. made him fix his fillipiant attitude.

and made him take 2 hiv tests.

made him give a damn.

but you couldn't change his cliché-ness. he was a sappy romantic. he snuck candy in your stationery, climbed up your window ledge and left flowers in your hair when you weren't paying attention to him.

he even started gifting you books which you had talked about in that first meeting. at the frat party. and that was when you caved in. not enough to let him in your bed. but enough to go out with him.

the frat boys tripped over themselves when they caught satoru in a white formal shirt and black slacks. a red rose in his pocket. the picture of a lover boy. the change was not sudden, he had been chasing after you for months . but it was shocking nonetheless.

and satoru. oh. satoru was in love. the goodness tasted way better on his tongue than cigar smoke. your perfume on his clothes smelled better than nightly sex.

and your hand in his made his heart race faster than any orgasm he had ever had.

he never imagined himself to be tamed by a woman. yet here he was. and he had no regrets.

not when people all around him gaped at your fingers scratching the hair at his nape.

not when his boys hollered at the tattoo of your name over his heart.

and certainly not when you finally let him in your bed.

he still had a long way to go though. to prove that he was there to stay. to prove that he was exclusive to you.

so as he lay stroking your back as you slept on his chest, he planned the perfect little outing to take you on the next day. (and ways to woo you so that you would invite him to your bed again)