𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ you distract your nerdy boyfriend from studying with an overwhelming amount of kisses until he forgets what he was even working on.
✿ ◞◟) gojo satoru 𝓍 gn!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 suggestive, nerd!satoru, established relationship, domestic fluff, mutual pining . . . except they’re already dating, lovestruck!reader, satoru being the prettiest boy ever, lots and lots of kisses everywhere, satoru is a blushing mess.
the apartment smelled like old paper and the faint, slightly burnt remnant of instant coffee satoru had made hours ago and promptly forgotten about.
it was a familiar scent, woven into the fabric of your shared space, a testimony to the academic chaos that was your boyfriend’s life. the only light in the living room came from a single, scarred desk lamp, its yellowed beam creating a small, concentrated island of illumination on the mountain of books and papers that covered the table. and there, at the very center of this organized pandemonium sat gojo satoru.
you paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a small, private smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
this was your favorite version of satoru, not the charming, effortlessly brilliant student who could dismantle a complex theorem with a lazy grin, but this one; the one who was so deeply absorbed in his studies that the rest of the world ceased to exist. his glasses, a pair of sleek, dark-framed ones he only wore when his contacts got too dry from staring at a screen for hours, were perched on his nose, slightly askew. one of the legs was tucked behind his ear, the other was not, making the entire frame sit at a jaunty, almost comical angle, and he was completely oblivious to it.
he was dressed for comfort with a soft grey hoodie, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing the lean, defined muscles of his forearms. his hair, that iconic, beautiful white hair that usually looked like a celestial cloud, was a disaster. soft tufts stuck up in every direction, a few stubborn strands plastered to his temple, a result of running his fingers through it. satoru’s head was propped on his hand, his brow furrowed as he stared at a particularly dense page of text, his lips moving silently as he read. he was so focused, so utterly adorable in his nerdy, intense concentration, that it made your chest ache with a wave of pure, unadulterated affection.
satoru was also, you noted with a warmth that bloomed low in your stomach, incredibly, incredibly hot.
it was a strange dichotomy he embodied perfectly; the ridiculous glasses, the messy hair, the oversized hoodie — all of it screamed 'cute, loveable nerd!'. but then there was the sharp line of his jaw, the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, the sheer, overwhelming masculine grace in the way he held himself even while hunched over a textbook. that bone-deep beauty that he seemed so unaware of in these moments, which only made it all the more potent.
you slowly pushed off from the doorframe, your footsteps soft on the wooden floor.
you didn’t want to startle satoru completely, but a small part of you, the part that was currently being consumed by a huge wave of adoration, wanted to see the exact moment his focus shattered. you crept up behind your boyfriend, your shadow falling over his work. he didn’t react, not even a flinch, so lost in his own world he was. you leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, and whispered;
"you’re doing the thing."
“hmm?" satoru mumbled, not looking up, his pen still scratching a note in the margin. "what thing?"
"the thing where you look like you’re trying to solve world hunger and global warming at the same time," you murmured slowly, your lips now ghosting along satoru’s jawline. "it’s very . . . strenuous."
satoru paused then, his hand stilling. a slow, pleased shiver ran through him, so subtle you wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t pressed so close.
"it’s just a paper on quantu—mmph . . . !"
you cut him off, but not with a kiss on the lips, no.
you placed a soft, deliberate peck right on the corner of his mouth. a simple, chaste little thing, but it was enough to finally pull satoru’s attention away from the page.
your boyfriend blinked, his head turning slightly to look at you, his glasses still crooked. his eyes, a brilliant, captivating shade of cerulean, were a little unfocused, like he was dragging himself back from the theoretical realm of quantum entanglement to the very real, very immediate you.
"b-baby . . . " he said, a soft, dopey smile spreading across his face, the tension in his shoulders easing.
"mhhh. you’re very pretty when you’re concentrating, you know that?"
a faint blush, the barest hint of pink, dusted his cheeks.
"i’m not pretty," satoru mumbled, a knee-jerk protest, his eyes already drifting back to his notes. "i’m . . . i’m a force of nature. a towering intellect. pretty is a—hey!"
you had done it again, this time placing a kiss on his forehead, right on the smooth skin just above his eyebrow. you felt his muscles relax under your lips, the tension melting away from his brow. you pulled back just enough to see his expression, a mix of surprised pleasure and growing bewilderment.
"what was that for?" satoru asked, and his voice was a little higher than usual.
"you had a wrinkle right there," you said, your voice taking on a matter-of-fact tone. "from frowning. very bad for your skin. i’m just doing my duty as a concerned partner."
"my skin is flawless, thank you very much," he retorted, a familiar, defensive sass creeping into his voice.
but satoru’s blush was deepening, spreading from his cheeks down to his neck. he was trying to look affronted, but his eyes, still a little wide and glassy, were betraying him. he liked this. he liked the attention, the interruption.
you took a step closer, now standing directly beside his chair. you didn’t give satoru a chance to recover, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose, right where his glasses sat. satoru’s skin was so warm.
"you’re getting sunspots," you murmured against satoru’s skin. "or . . . lamp-spots. from all this studying."
"i don’t get sunspots," satoru whispered, his voice cracking just a little.
his hands had come up, hovering uselessly in the air between you, like he wasn't sure whether to push you away or pull you closer. he settled on gently gripping your hips, his thumbs stroking the fabric of your shirt. it was a grounding gesture, his way of trying to maintain some semblance of control.
you hummed, a non-committal sound, and moved to press a kiss to his cheek. the skin there was impossibly soft, and you stayed there for a moment, feeling the warmth of his face, the slight stutter of his breath. he smelled like old books, coffee, and something uniquely, comfortingly satoru.
"you smell like a library," you whispered, your lips brushing against his cheekbone.
"is that a good thing?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
satoru’s long lashes were fluttering, his eyes closing on their own accord.
"the best thing," you confirmed, and then you were kissing his temple, the hinge of his jaw, a spot just below his ear that you knew was a hidden treasure trove of nerve endings.
your sweet boyfriend gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound, and his hips jerked in his chair. his fingers tightened on your hips, a silent plea for mercy you weren’t ready to give.
“y/n . . . " he breathed, a world of meaning in your name. it was a plea, a warning, an invitation.
you pulled back just enough to look at satoru, to take in the magnificent, messy picture he made — his glasses were now truly a catastrophe, hanging off one ear and precariously balanced on the other, the bridge resting on the very tip of his nose. satoru’s hair was even more of a mess, courtesy of his own restless fingers. his face was a symphony of reds and pinks, the blush spreading down his neck and disappearing into the collar of his hoodie. his lips were slightly parted, his breath coming in shallow, rapid pants.
satoru looked utterly, deliciously undone, and all from a few chaste kisses from you.
but the most potent detail was his eyes. that brilliant blue, usually so sharp, so full of clever mischief, was now dark, hazy, and completely, utterly focused on you.
there was a vulnerability there, a raw, unguarded longing that made your heart clench. he looked beautiful. he looked perfect. he looked like he was about to combust if you didn't kiss him properly, and the sight of him like this — this brilliant, beautiful boy, brought to such a tender, wanton state just by you — ignited a primal, possessive heat deep inside you.
"you’re so cute," you said, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "and so, so fucking hot, you know that? you have no idea what you do to me, sitting here looking like a wet dream in your nerdy glasses."
satoru’s adam’s apple bobbed again.
"not a wet dream," he managed to choke out, a last-ditch effort at his usual bravado. he sounded so small, so out of his depth. so perfectly, wonderfully him. "just . . . a very tired student who really wants to—mmph!"
you had had enough of his adorable, pathetic protests.
you shut him up properly this time, cupping your boyfriend’s face in your hands and leaning in to press your lips to his. it was a soft, gentle kiss at first, a simple meeting of mouths, but the moment your lips touched, it was like a spark to tinder.
satoru made a small, desperate sound against your mouth, his hands relinquishing their grip on your hips to come up and bury themselves in your hair, pulling you closer. the kiss deepened, his lips parting under yours, and you obliged him, your tongue brushing against his lower lip. he tasted like coffee and the faint, sweet residue of the cherry chapstick the young boy always used.
you broke the kiss, but only to tilt satoru’s head back, giving you better access to his neck.
you trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat, feeling his pulse hammering a frantic rhythm against your lips. you found his pulse point, that spot that was always so sensitive, and you sucked, gently, just enough to leave a faint, pink mark. satoru whimpered, a sound of pure pleasure, his hips bucking up against your thigh.
"y/n, please . . . " satoru gasped, his head falling back further, completely surrendering to your onslaught.
you nibbled on his collarbone, which was peeking out from the neckline of his hoodie. you kissed the hollow of satoru’s throat, the slope of his shoulder. you kissed satoru’s eyelids, his eyebrows, the tip of his nose again. you were everywhere, dotting satoru’s face and neck with a constellation of affection. you kissed the spot behind his ear, and he shivered violently. you pressed a kiss to his chin, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, teasing him, drawing it out, savouring every minute tremor and low moan you could coax from him.
satoru’s glasses had finally fallen off completely, landing with a soft clatter on the book he’d been reading.
he didn’t even notice. his world had narrowed to you, to the sensation of your lips on his skin. his hands were tangled in your hair, clutching at you, his fingers flexing and uncurling, a sign of his absolute, hopeless surrender.
satoru’s face was a mess of colour, his skin completely flushed, his lips swollen and slick, his eyes completely dazed. he was a masterpiece of flustered desire, a picture of devastating vulnerability that he only ever showed you. the smart, sharp-tongued genius was completely and utterly putty in your hands. it was a heady feeling, a powerful intoxication; satoru loved you, and you loved him, and in this moment, that was the only truth in the universe.
finally, you couldn't take the teasing anymore.
the sight of him, the taste of his skin, the sound of his desperate little gasps — it was all too much. you needed more. you needed to devour him completely.
you captured satoru’s mouth again, but this time, there was no gentleness; it was a hungry, possessive kiss, your tongue tangling with his, claiming him, tasting him. you poured all your pent-up adoration and want into that kiss, and he met you with equal fervour, his own tongue dancing with yours, his hands tightening in your hair. he kissed you back like you were the air he needed to breathe, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered; and to satoru, you were.
you broke the kiss only when you were both gasping for air, your foreheads resting together, your breath mingling in the small space between you.
satoru’s eyes were closed, his long, white lashes fanned out against his flushed cheeks. a single, soft, shaky moan escaped his lips, the sound of a man completely and utterly conquered.
"your face is sooo red," you whispered, a teasing lilt in your voice, though you were just as breathless as he was. "like a very pretty tomato."
he managed to crack one eye open, peering at you through his lashes. a weak, crooked grin spread across his face.
"you’re very mean," satoru mumbled, his voice hoarse. "and i love you."
you smiled, a genuine, heart-stopping smile that crinkled the corners of your pretty eyes. you leaned in, kissing the red tip of satoru’s nose again.
"i love you too, my nerdy, beautiful boy. now," you said, pulling back and looking pointedly at the scattered papers. "what was that paper on again? quantum . . . something?"
satoru groaned, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder, his body completely slumping against yours in a heap of exhausted, contented defeat.
"i think i forgot," he mumbled into your shirt.
you laughed, a soft, happy sound, and pressed a kiss to the crown of satoru’s messy white hair.
"good," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him. "then take a break. study later."
you felt the smile spread against your shoulder as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
yeah . . . this was your favourite version of satoru, and you were never, ever going to get tired of it.
mdni. older!bf toji x chubby!reader, short drabble, shower sex, creampie, fingering, established relationship, age difference…
you rarely showered alone anymore.
as soon as toji heard that water running, he opened the door, shedding his clothes almost immediately before joining you.
you barely notice him until he’s right behind you, pressing his chest to your back, calloused hands exploring your body hungrily.
smiling, you lean your head back against his chest, giving him further access to your neck, sighing in pleasure as he begins to litter it with open-mouthed kisses.
"mnnn, toji—" you pant, already worked up from his touch, reaching one hand back to rest at the damp nape of his neck.
your older boyfriend hums, squeezing your tits, then moving his hands down to splay across your soft tummy, the feeling only making his dick harder. "so fuckin’ perfect," he purrs, grazing your ear with his teeth.
he spins you around slowly, now resting one hand on your hip, the other squeezing the fat of your ass greedily. you feel his thick, heavy cock pressing against your stomach in the meantime, eyeing it up desperately.
"want you," you whine softly, biting your lip as your eyes trail back up toji’s toned body, watching the droplets of hot water trickle down his abs and scarred chest.
he hums lowly, pressing a slow, deep kiss to your lips. "i know, baby. gonna give it t’you."
you mewl against his mouth as the kiss grows hungrier, slowly being caged against the wall, toji’s hand now moving down to your cunt that was almost as wet as the shower floor.
he teases your clit before plunging two fingers into your pussy — "wet lil’ cunt just beggin’ to be fucked, huh?" he rasps, curling his thick fingers upwards with devastating skill.
"ahhnn! more—" you plead, bucking your hips against his hand, thick thighs rippling with every movement. toji leans in to attack your neck with his mouth as his fingers continue their ministrations.
"such a greedy girl, huh?" he teases, palm pressing against your clit, only making you needier.
suddenly, toji withdraws his fingers, drawing a needy whine from you. then, he picks you up effortlessly, encouraging your legs around his waist. you wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his tip nudge against your entrance.
he just holds you there, back against the wall, gripping your supple thighs as he slams inside of you with one harsh thrust. you gasp, nails digging into the skin on his upper back. "oh— fuck," you moan.
you were held in the air, utterly stuffed by toji’s cock. "take me so fuckin’ well every time," he rasps, beginning to snap his hips forward in a hurried rhythm.
the hot water rains down on you both as he bullies his cock into you repeatedly, kissing your cervix with every thrust. "mnnghh, toji — feels so g-good," you moan, the wet sound of skin slapping together more audible than the running water.
the entire room is filled with steam — hot and humid, toji’s thrusts only becoming more brutal. then, he grips you firmly by the back of your knees, pushing them against the wall, pinning you there easily.
his rhythm stays relentless and deep, the change in position and his pure strength making your head spin with pleasure.
"o-ohmygod," you cry out, mouth gaped open, eyes squeezed shut as you teeter on the edge of an orgasm.
toji leans in, licking a long stripe up your throat, "look at me while i’m ruinin’ this pretty pussy," he demands, pressing his dripping wet forehead to yours.
you oblige, eyes half-lidded as the tension within you snaps. "m’cumming — tojiiiii—" you whimper, gripping him tighter as you come undone.
he groans deeply as you clench and flutter around his dick, continuing to slam into you mercilessly. "that’s a good fuckin’ girl," he praises.
you’re almost limp in his grasp, pinned and spread open against the smooth tiles of the wall, feeling toji’s thrusts become shallow as he nears his own peak.
"g’na fill this cunt up, yeah? make you nice n’ full with my load," he growls, crashing his lips against yours once more, swallowing your continuous moans.
in a matter of seconds, hot cum spurts into you, filling you to the brim. "haah— fuck," toji groans, pumping every last drop into your cunt.
you pant against each others mouths, soaking wet and full of his load, cock still stuffed in your cunt.
toji holds you steady as he lowers you to the floor, watching how your legs still twitch and shake from pleasure. he holds you close, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.
"mm, love you," you say, kissing his chest lazily, feeling the aftermath of your intimacy trickling down your inner thighs.
he begins washing you gently, dick softening more by the second. "love you too, sweetheart."
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Toji comes back from the gym tired to see his wife and son sleeping together in the living room.
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you had a habit of sleeping at random times. you could be cooking and suddenly get the urge to put everything down and dive into your fresh, linen sheets.
something that would usually happen is you waiting eagerly for your husband, Toji to come back home from somewhere. you would try your hardest to stay up late, sending Toji a message.
“baby, can you leave the gym early? i can’t sleep without you.” the message would read.
a couple of minutes would pass and Toji is cracking the door open quietly because he already knows the view he is going to fathom.
you, splayed cross the sheets, snoring away the night as if you weren’t begging Toji to come back home like he neglected you and left his beautiful wife sleep deprived.
Toji sighs, taking in what he is seeing.
“Figured.” he scoffs, tongue pressing against his inner cheek.
but after you had megumi, it only got worse. you would spend your afternoons co-sleeping with megumi taking up Toji’s side of the bed.
you would get told multiple times by family and your husband to put Megumi down before he becomes addicted and deprived from your motherly pheromones and refuses to sleep in his crib.
“baby, please put the damn kid down. he isn’t letting you breathe, let alone relax.” is something you would regularly hear from Toji.
ofcourse you wouldn’t listen. who would want to put down their cute, chubby baby who was attached to them and couldn’t sleep without their mom next to them?
tonight was another case of you and megumi being attached by the hip.
you have been curled up on the couch for the past 15 minutes with Megumi melted on top of your chest. you were breastfeeding him until he fell asleep, arms spread across your chest. his cheek was squished against your chest, forming a dumpling shape. he was pouting and lightly snoring from almost drowning in breast milk.
apparently, you soon followed, arms wrapped around Megumi with one leg hoisted up on top of the coffee table. you were also lightly snoring. one of your breasts was still exposed, glistening at the bud with milk.
isn’t snoring a sign of overworking? i mean you did overwork yourself…… by setting up a sleeping spot for you and Megumi to take a nap together, leaving Toji out of the picture. but either way, you did spend a lot of time cooking.
the living room was surprisingly tranquil with hypnotic chirps coming from the kitchen window cracked open to let out the smell of ripe passion fruit from the kitchen after you spent 3 hours baking passion fruit cheesecake.
but either way, you still ended up snoring on the couch after the day ended, as usual.
the front door clicked shut with a groan escaping Toji’s lips. his feet shuffling can be heard from the living room where you and your son were snoring in sync, his palm fisting your shirt from comfort.
Toji reaches the kitchen and drops his duffle bag on the floor near the island counter. he had an exhaustion only his wife could get rid of — an exhaustion he would always run to you to relieve.
“what a fucking day….” toji exhaled, later sucking in all the tension with his breath.
he rubbed his hands over his face, like he could wipe away the exhaustion off with it, but it only came back heavier when he dropped his hands.
he leans over the counter, back hunched with his forearms layed flat, crossed against the cold, marbled counter. his head drops onto the counter while a whine escapes his lips.
all he really wanted was to see his wife, touch his wife — or fuck, even know she was alive, yet he was too tired to move. his back muscles were sore from working out while his forearms felt heaviness from his body weight shifting to them while hunching over the counter.
after a few minutes of fighting against his will to just sleep standing with his strong musk lingering on his skin after the gym, he makes his way to your shared bedroom. the door creeks open to an empty bed with Megumi’s pacifier layed in between the crumpled sheets.
toji calls out softy, as if he diddnt have the energy for anything louder.
“sweetheart…?”
he leans against the door, clutching his tricep with his head leaning against the wooden plates framing the door.
‘where’s my baby?’ he questions himself, confused as to why his wife wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
he sighs and pushes himself off to look for you around the house. his feet pace around the hallways of your guys’ breezy house, searching for any signs of his loving wife.
he reaches the living room and sees you asleep harmoniously. your hair was ruffled against the couch, each strand spread across the headrest. your chest was heaving slowly, moving Megumi’s head back and forth against your chest. your sons hand was fisting at your shirt, jumbling the soft fabric against his fist. your breast was still uncovered, resting near Megumi’s head.
the dim light was radiating on your skin, giving yourself a sunset glow. your breathing was synched to your son, making the melody tranquil.
Toji’s expression softened, eyebrows lifting naturally from his eyes. it’s not surprising to see his wife sleeping with his backstabbing son who was taking his wife away from him, though that was not was he was thinking at the moment.
all he could think about was how tired his wife could of been from taking care of his son to be able to sleep in the middle of breastfeeding.
he makes his way to where you were sleeping, standing above you. he takes in the sight of everything and leans forward, muscled hands bracketing your head. he leaves a lingering peck on your forehead, sighing away his burnout.
“by babies are always tired..” he breathed.
he picks up megumi and coddles him while walking heavily, back muscles sore from work. he steps into megumi’s nursery, kicking the door open with his toes. he places him in his crib, covering him with a blanket and pecking his chubby cheek. megumi makes a few noises of sighing and whining before drifting away to sleep.
Toji quietly closes the nursery door, pushing the door handle down and pulling the door so it doesn’t make a ‘click’ sound, possibly waking him up.
he comes back to you, sliding his hands under you, one hand under your ribs while the other is under your knees. he lifts you up effortlessly, leaving a warmth of your body lingering on the couch. he carries you with tenderness like you’re made out of cooled down molten glass.
the whole trip to the bedroom, you stayed asleep, eyelashes fluttering. your fist gripped his shirt for balance, feeling the warmth of his body heat bleeding into your palm.
he placed you down gently, wary of waking you up from your peaceful snooze. he pulls your shirt, finally covering your exposed breast from the cold breeze. the sheets were cool, contrasting your body. he leaves a warm kiss on your jaw, carefully stepping back. you curl into the sheets, looking for something warm.
something similar to your husbands touch.
Toji rips off his shirt, pulling it over his head from the hem. his sweatpants soon follow, accompanying his discarded shirt. he is left in black, Calvin Klein Boxers with his print visible. he walks around to the other side of the bed, sighing and slipping into bed with you. his forearm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he curls into you, forming a ‘c’ shape.
you slowly start to wake up, yet still in dreamland, only his warmth on your back being sensed. he groans into your neck, leaving kisses throughout your neck and nape. his hand tightens, not being able to hold back his need for you after a rough day. his calloused hand kneads into your stomach.
you turn around, now facing him.
“hey baby, i missed you.” he coos.
you softly smile, eyes still heavy. you wrap your arms around his neck, moving lower than you already were — as if you could get any closer. he giggles, nose touching yours.
he leads you into a passionate kiss, gripping your hip and jerking it forward. his kiss feels refreshing, like it was exactly what you were looking for. you lean in, caressing his cheek. you let go, head leaning backwards to fully see his face. he looks as if he is love drunk from a simple, casual kiss.
“i missed you too sweetheart, i was waiting for you.” you palm his face while whispering.
a sudden jolt of noise makes you flinch, eyes widening.
Megumi’s crib makes a creek sound, frightening you.
“where my baby… Toji?” you ask confused.
“for fucks sake, i put him in his crib. he was asleep, leaving you restless. the fuck does he want now?” he puffs out.
you turn to look at the baby monitor, witnessing Megumi standing on his feet, gripping the crib bars. his face was visibly wincing and showing fear. he was crying and looking around the room as if he was searching for his mom.
“my baby’s awake Toji.” you throw his hand off from across your waist.
you push the blanket off of you, placing your bare feet onto the cold tiles of the bedroom, quickly getting up to comfort him. Toji scoffs, throwing his forearm across his forehead.
“the fucking brat. always putting me out of my misery.” he groans.
“and i was her baby first.... fucking prick.”
a/n: computah! don’t post for a month and come back w a basic oneshot. oh yeah, and also don’t do any of your college courses summer work! that’ll do it!
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