⋆˙⟡ ever since your daughter asked for a sibling, satoru hasn't got off of you since (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)
you, satoru, and your adorable five year old daughter, satomi, were an inseparable little family. you did everything together!
when you and satoru brought satomi to the park, you watched her interact with a child who was at least three years younger than her— a little boy who needed a bit of encouragement going down the slide.
your daughter, being the sweetheart she is, encourages the little boy to go down the slide. "push yourself! be brave!" her raspy voice spurred him on enthusiastically, and it worked! he went down the slide with a big smile on his face, his earlier fear forgotten.
in that moment, you and satoru were so proud of not only yourselves, but your little 'tomi as well. though to your daughter? that little interaction made something in her brain want to have that kind of responsibility. the responsibility of being an older sibling.
since then, whenever you were out in public, you would catch her staring off at other children playing with their siblings, a distant longing in her eyes. satoru noticed it too. like when he took her to the grocery store, he seen the way she watched two siblings giggle together as they walked past.
you were pulled out of sleep one morning to find satomi standing in front of your bed, her big blue eyes that resembled her fathers, boring into you. "tomi...? why are you up at—" you glance over to look at the digital clock on your bedside table, but satomi's voice makes you look at her.
"mommy, i want a sister!" her voice was bright, she was already shaking your shoulder insistently. to which all this movement woke satoru up, who was snoring quietly behind you with a loose arm slung around your waist.
"mmmmh, what does the little munchkin want now?" his voice came out gruff and sleepy, his eyes fluttering open to look at your daughter.
"sister. i want a sister!" satomi's voice was more insistent now, she climbed up onto the bed between you, digging herself in the middle of your bodies. satoru chuckled, scooting over to make room for her as he welcomed her with open arms. "a sister, you say? hmm. we'll have to see what the head council thinks of that," he then shoots a sly glance at you, his eyebrow raising in question.
you huffed in fond amusement, propping yourself up on your elbow and looked at your husband and daughter. "a sister? are you sure you want that kind of responsibility? it's gonna be a lot more chaotic around here." satomi nods immediately in response, her expression turning into one of pure determination and grit. "yes!! i'm gonna help mommy watch sister and feed her!"
both you and satoru can't help but chuckle at her resolve. she seemed to be ready, but the real question was: were you?
sooner or later after you and satoru got up and started with the day, you both needed to have that conversation— would you really bring in another baby to the picture?
satoru drops satomi off at school at 7:30. once he comes back, you're already waiting for him on the couch. he takes a seat next to you, gently grabbing your ankle to place it in his lap, massaging your calf.
"so, 'whaddya think? you down for another one?" his question is soft along with his voice, he's looking at you with a little bit of hope. he wouldn't admit it in the moment, but he did want more kids with you. once he saw how well you both took care of satomi and raised her, it wasn't hard to imagine how life would be like with a few more clones of you running around.
"i'd love to, it's just.. i'm scared of what could happen along the pregnancy. what if— what if something goes wrong?" you voice your worries, satoru understands. he reaches over with his free hand, taking your hand in his. "whatever happens, i'll be there with you. we'll go through it together, and i swear, my angel.. you'll get the best care like you did with satomi." he grips your hand tightly, a comforting reassurance that grounds you and makes the rest of your worries dissipate.
"...okay. let's give satomi a sibling, then." your words were a final, sealing decision. little did you know, those words would also be the upbringing of a very hot, sexually insufferable husband.
the next day immediately after, it's not even sunrise when satoru's grinding himself against you, whispering into your ear as he slowly roused you awake from your slumber. "sun's up, bun's up, wifey. that baby isn't gonna make itself~" you're barely opening your eyes as satoru climbs on top of you.
your daughter wasn't awake yet, so you had sweet, undisturbed sex before you got the day started. it's been like that ever since~
there'd be times when satomi was distracted in the living room watching an educational cartoon on the tv, satoru would have you bent over the dryer in the laundry room, one of his big hands covering your mouth whilst the other was gripping the fat of your thigh, holding it in the air as he thrust into you from behind with quiet grunts.
he'd leave you boneless and sated after every round, but of course he made sure your comfort and orgasm came first before anything. that man could be many things, but to you? he was as soft and caring as could be, also attentive and giving.
you couldn't even take showers by yourself now, because satoru was always inviting himself in. not only in the shower, but inside you as well! every shower with him came with him either bending you over against the shower wall, or hoisting you up to his level, your chest flush against his, your legs wrapping around his hips whilst his hands grip yours.
every and any chance he got to make love to you he'd take it no matter the risk. if it involves you, it would always be worth it.
you'd also gotten too close to getting caught by your daughter one time, too. you were lying on the couch with satoru on top of you, his face buried between your tits as his hips ground into yours, his movements subtle and hidden by the blanket that was covering you both. you were trying to hide your whimpers the best you could, until they instantly died down in your throat when you heard the raspy energetic voice of your daughter emerging from the hallway.
"mommy, mommy! the story you read, read it again!" satoru's freezing his hips in place, lifting his head from the cozy space of your tits to look at satomi. "hey sweetheart, mommy'll be there in a bit, 'kay? just give her a bit to get up." his voice was soft and subdued, slightly winded from their activities which he prayed she wouldn't notice.
satomi's little brow furrows, she looks at her dad with a soft pout that mimicked his. "then get off mommy. you're crushing her with your heaviness!" she put her hands on the side of his shoulder, trying to push him off of her mama. you're chuckling softly, gently removing her hands off of his shoulder to take them in yours. "i'll be over there like daddy said, okay? wait for me in your room, 'tomi."
at your dismissal, satomi agreed to wait for you in her room. satoru's looking down at you with a little pout, exactly like satomi's. "promise we'll continue this in the room after you're done?" you respond with a nod, kissing his cheek as you're pulling away to get up to tend to your daughter's needs.
you and satoru fell into a little routine:
when it was the break of dawn, you'd have a round.
the shower you'd take with him every morning before getting satomi up, you'd have a round.
after satomi was dropped off at school, you'd have a round.
and when satomi was asleep leaving you two awake during after hours? you'd have a round!
eventually, all of your hard work paid off in the end when you're showing symptoms that're a little too similar to ones of pregnancy. and when you're sitting on the edge of your bed waiting for those pregnancy tests to go through, they test positive!!
satomi's over the moon, satoru's just as happy, and you? you're grateful that you were not only blessed with another baby, but with a daughter who had a heart as kind as yours and satoru's combined, and a husband who loved his wife, daughter, and soon-to-be child with more than his entire being. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
i'm trying to make a good uploading schedule so i'm not behind or overworking myself :p
⋆˙⟡ how do we feel about construction worker! toji? :3
construction worker! toji who gets called in to fix the elevator in your apartment complex. you pass by him every morning when going on your daily run. one day, he stops you to make conversation.
during your conversation, you come to find out that construction worker! toji has an adorable five-year old son. you met him unexpectedly when toji spotted you running past the park whilst you were exercising when he just so happened to take megumi to the same one.. (how peculiar).
"(name), this is megumi. say hi, kid." toji gave megumi a gentle nudge from behind with his leg the kid was using to shield himself from your view with. stubbornly keeping himself hidden from you, megumi refused to show himself any more to you than he had to.
construction worker! toji who desperately needed someone to watch his son during the time he'd be an hour away from the city doing a project. when you offered yourself as a volunteer, the inside of him practically preened. he couldn't wait to see how you'd care for his son, no doubt amazingly since everything about you is.
construction worker! toji who drops off megumi in his beat-up 2012 work cadillac that has those obnoxiously loud bass boosted speakers he blasts music on that you've instantly familiarized yourself with.
during megumi's stay in your apartment, the boy was closed off and stern. he only started warming up to you when he found out you owned the most cutest pet bunnies and had delicious cooking. anything was better than the TV dinners his dad kept buying.
construction worker! toji who makes up believable excuses to come over and see you. he uses the guise of his own son as an excuse for him to come over. "megumi needs someone to watch him.", "i'm gonna be working a few hours later. which isn't a problem, right?" you always tell him no because he makes up for it in the bedroom.
construction worker! toji who you got a little too close to, now he's offering to help renovate your home with a cheap discount. when you decline, he and you both decide to go out on a date instead.
construction worker! toji who you're now dating. you pack him hearty lunches for his long days that are filled with labor. he boasts to his peers about how 'well made and thought-out' his lunches are, then acts sly when they're begrudgingly admitting their enviousness about it, because they know it's true.
construction worker! toji who crashes at your place when he's too tired to drive himself and megumi home. he sleeps with you in your bed, already having a pair of clothes of his on standby because this hasn't been the first time it's happened (& definitely not the last)
construction worker! toji who purposely leaves his work boots by the doorway outside of your front door, letting any man who dared to come too close to your home know there's already one occupying this home.
construction worker! toji who has no problem picking you up/carrying you. lifting all of those different building components when creating foundations for his construction projects has it's good uses, right?
one day you forget to put construction worker! toji's lunch into his duffel bag before he left. you stop by the construction site he told you he'd be working in this week. you spot him among his coworkers, shirtless and sweaty, the ray of the sun emphasizing the shininess of his muscles. you have to restrain yourself from looking as you're handing sweet 'ji his lunch bag. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
.✦ ݁˖ you and satoru got into an argument last night— today you're baking cookies and he's already eyeing the kitchen with interest (⊙_⊙)
you started off your morning quite early. having woken up before satoru, you got up and showered, starting your routine off like usual. except, you didn't do a few things:
1. you didn't kiss satoru good morning.
2. you didn't cuddle for an extra few minutes like usual..
3. you didn't even invite him to shower with you!
satoru knew you were upset, but not this upset. you always started off your morning together with tender affection and kisses, when you didn't was when he had to be worried.
as of right now, you're in the kitchen and he's sitting on the couch. his back is slumped against the backrest, he's manspreading and taking up an unreasonably large amount of space. the tv's on, streaming some random television series that he could honestly care less about.
his eyes are elsewhere, on the entryway of the kitchen. the space you're currently occupying.
before he could think twice about it, satoru's off of the couch and making his way into the kitchen to greet you with his usual nonsense.
"hey baby! whatcha cookin'?" his tone is light and sweet, he's walking up behind you to see if he could maybe get away with touching, even if it's just a little...
"i'm making cookies." your voice is flat and unexciting, you felt the way he was inching toward you from behind and shuffled forward, refusing to let him fully place himself behind you.
he notices, of course, and frowns softly but accepts your need for space. pulling away, he's reaching a hand over to open a cabinet, his smile returning as he speaks.
"sounds delicious! i can help get plates for the—"
"no, you don't need to. actually.. satoru, could you just go back in the living room?" thinking about it now, you probably should've worded that better but the damage was already done.
satoru's playful energy dissipated upon your request for him to leave. he doesn't listen. instead, he stands in the same place, watching you move about the kitchen as you made cookies with a quiet intensity. it wasn't until you started wiping down the messy island counter after putting the batch of cookies into the oven, only then did he move behind you once again.
"Satoru, seriously? I told you I wanted you to lea—" your snappy response is cut off by the feeling of him shifting his position, you hear a soft thud and feel those muscular arms you were no stranger to, hugging your hips.
you're turning your torso in shock to see satoru on his knees, nuzzling his cheek against your lower back. once he feels his gaze on you, he looks up pitifully, those big pretty azure eyes staring up at you like you hung the stars. "cupcake? you know i love you with all my heart, right?"
he's groveling. satoru gojo didn't apologize— he didn't know how. the poor man was trying, for pete's sake. he's trying!
"sure, but you still lied."
the reminder of his earlier fib from last night makes his face drop into a pout. nuzzling his cheek against you even more, he speaks.
"i know, (name). i know. i should've never lied to you about where i was last night—"
"you shouldn't have lied, period." you cut him off before he can continue, silently cursing yourself for letting your anger slip out even as he's (trying) to apologize.
"you're right. i shouldn't have. i just... it was a last minute mission i took on and didn't expect it'd take as long as it did. i really didn't mean to make you overthink or worry you, but lying just made it worse. i won't do it ever again, angel. forgive me?"
his voice was firm and earnest, his last sentence having a pleading edge to it. you could see the clarity in his eyes and the honesty coming from his heart. honestly? you had folded the moment he'd gotten on his knees. now? you've melted.
a reluctant smile paints your features, and satoru swears life immediately brightened right as your pretty lips curved upwards. "okay.. you're forgiven, doofus." your forgiveness is a quiet blessing to his ears.
he's his radiant self once again, getting off of his knees and back on his feet, he's still behind you but this time ten times closer. there's no space between you now— he makes that clear by the way he presses himself against your butt with a cheeky grin.
"sooo, those cookies~ who're they for?" you're not surprised he's asking, satoru always steals a pastry or baked good for himself whenever you'd bake just out of hobby or for a relative. it was one of the many bonuses he got out of being with you! >w<
"us. i decided to try a new recipe this time— some kind of cookie s'more i seen on social media." he's already letting out an excited 'ooo!', the happiness of impending cookies palpable in the air.
sooner or later the oven is dinging, the cookie contraption is done! satoru's the one who's pulling them out of the oven, insisting he's the one that does it because 'it's chivalrous' (he just wants to get the first look at the batter), then puts the half sheet pan on the counter. you let the cookies cool until they're warm enough to eat.
you and your sweet toru eat the cookies you made whilst watching a movie, cozily snuggled up together on the couch with other sweets and junk food— you spend the rest of your day together eating sweets and watching movies, cuddling and giggling about the scenes you've watch. in time, you both fall asleep. you're lying on top of satoru and he's under you, his arms wrapped around your waist in his sleep.
no matter the argument, you always find each other. and in the end, you eat sweets and cuddle to make up for it. this is heaven on earth for satoru. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
this was literally the best i could do to recreate the fic, nothing beats the original tho (╥_╥)
.✦ ݁˖ !nerdbf gojo x reader drabbles bc i'm bored & the fic i spent hrs writing got deleted cuz i was fucking around too much & i found out
!nerdbfgojo who waits for you by your locker after your classes like a good boy ❤︎
!nerdbfgojo who's standing awkwardly next to you, feeling out of place amongst your circle of girlfriends that are telling you about the latest gossip.
you being his girlfriend, you notice instantly and reassure him with the gentle squeeze of your hand and the way you cast a gentle smile his way. satoru, being ever so calmed by your affection, calms immediately and dozes into a daydream with a dopey smile on his face.
!nerdbfgojo who has a photo album that contains a ton of pictures of you doing literally anything from eating, smiling, posing, and even sleeping on his phone. When you find out, he could care less about the fact you found out, but over the fact he "didnt want you to see him as a creep because every picture he took of you in there was 'too beautifully marvelous not to capture'."
!nerdbfgojo who probably has a few different candid polaroid pictures of you he stores for safekeeping; one in the back of his clear phone case, one in the upper corner of his locker, and one in his favorite calculus folder. you're not only on his mind but belongings, as well. he loves you so much. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
satoru LOVES to watch you get ready for girls' night... even if he's not too fond of the fact you won't be home.
last wednesday, you and your girlfriends planned a girls' night this upcoming saturday. well, that saturday is today!! it's 5:47 PM. you're currently getting ready, brushing your hair whilst the shower water heats up. satoru's in your shared bedroom laying on your bed, idly scrolling through his phone until his 'toru-senses' tingle and now he's suddenly very interested as to what you're doing and why you're taking a shower mid afternoon.
could it be you're gonna pretend to have a 'relaxing shower' when it reality it's just an excuse to get him to join you and do you there? no, it couldn't be. you would've told him? ...now he's getting up and out of bed, his tall legs carrying him through your bedroom to your shared bathroom fairly quickly.
"babe? you're showering right now?" his voice calls out softly to you, his shadow emerges from behind you, his hands reaching out to perch themselves on your hips. "yeah, me and the girls planned for a night out tonight." your response was casual and quick, not paying too much mind about it. but to satoru? oh, his face morphed into something of utter objection and distaste.
"okay.... so then where does that leave me?"
at his question, you stop what you're doing and look over your shoulder to stare at him blankly. "what the hell do you mean, 'where does that leave me'? home!" you roll your eyes, looking back at yourself in the mirror and finish brushing your hair, pulling away from his hold to undress to shower.
that leaves him standing in the entrance of the bathroom, arms crossed with those stupidly juicy lips he loved taking care of, jutted out into an annoyingly cute pout. "yeah, home. home alone without you. don't you understand, sweet angel?! you're not gonna be home, without your cuddles or your warmth— this isn't home!" he dramatically cried, continuing his rambling which you paid no mind to, as you're all too acquainted with his dramatics.
"relax, sensational satoru, you'll be alright without me for a few hours." your teasing little nickname didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who's little pout switched into an unseriously offended glare. "you know, i'd tell you to be quiet but that was a good one so.. whatever! since you're going out, let me watch you get ready."
he wasn't requesting you'd let him— he's gonna watch you anyway. already sitting himself down on the closed lid of the toilet seat, he's watching you from outside of the blurred glass while you shower. his eyes are everywhere, blurred glass be damned, he's memorized every part of your body to the point where glass won't affect his view.
you finish showering a few minutes later, turning the shower faucet off and wrapping a towel around your wet body, stepping out of the steamy box. satoru's still sitting on the toilet lid, shooting up immediately after you exit the shower like a good boy. he also can't help the way his eyes quickly rake over your body, you're just too alluring to resist!
"here, baby! i already got you a bra with undies!" he happily handed you your undergarments, like a cute dog handing their owner a stick. you took your panties and bra with a soft 'thank you', quickly drying yourself with your towel before dropping it to the floor to put on your underwear and bra. whilst you were dressing yourself, satoru was staring the whole time with a big dopey grin and the softest eyes.
"you really are an angel." he muttered softly under his breath, like he forgot you could hear him since he was entranced by you in general.
you're looking up into his eyes, that familiar fluttery feeling in your gut fizzing out. you smile and huff out a chuckle, breaking him out of his trance as you walk out of the bathroom, your presence a soothing flow of energy.
satoru walks out of the bathroom to find you in random clothing, he knows you're wearing it just to have something to cover you while you get ready— just in case you get foundation or something of your makeup on your clothing. he knows because you've complained about it one too many times.
as of right now, you're prettily sitting perched up on your chair, looking at yourself in the mirror on your vanity whilst getting ready. satoru being satoru, just needs to announce his presence..
"hmm, where should I sit myself to admire my pretty girlfriend...?" he walks over to the edge of the bed, innocently sitting down on the mattress as he looks at you with much enthusiasm. "so, i noticed you're using a new foundation. did your other one not brighten your face enough?" you shake your head softly, talking as you're doing makeup "you're talking about concealer, satoru. and yes, it didn't. this new one is better tho." he tilts his head peculiarly. "...is that not the same thing? oh well! you bought a new one with my money so it doesn't matter."
it was no surprise that satoru loved to spoil you with gifts or things you wanted. so being able to watch you get ready using the fresh makeup he bought you filled him up with pure happiness.
before long, you finish your makeup. now it's time to do your hair!! will you curl it or straighten it? you decide on a (whateva you want). just like before, satoru was there, staring. yes, there were times you had to yell at him to stop staring so intensely because it was ruining your focus, and yes you secretly loved it because he admires you so much he literally examines your every move.. poor baby just loves how you exist!!
"that looks beautiful on you, cupcake." sweet satoru compliments you from behind whilst he's sitting on the bed, watching you change into your fifth dress of the night. you have about an hour left to pick out an outfit you actually like. you're going slightly crazy— the outfits are cute, yes, but they just aren't what you're imagining. satoru's sweet, but no help at all. he thinks you look good in basically everything, so his input is a little biased...
you finally decide on (idk think of an outfit 4 yourself). spritzing some perfume on yourself, you're ready. a strong pair of arms are wrapping around your waist before you can even realize— you feel something hard press against the cleft of your ass. "you smell amazing..." satoru's voice is gruff and lower, you can feel the difference in his mood based off his energy alone. "toru, i have to leave.. you know that." you're halfheartedly pushing him away but he's just grinding himself right back against you.
"i know... but i still want you." he needily whined from behind you, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder.
"seriously, satoru. i have to go." you impatiently reply, part of you already folding.
"i know you do."
".....so then let me go."
"babe, let me just have this."
"no."
"please?"
"fine— you get a few minutes."
true to your word, you let him cling to you for a few minutes. you refused to let yourself get too comfortable, because if you did, you'd take everything off and crawl into bed with satoru. knowing him, he wouldn't even question it.
"heh. best few minutes ever." is his response after you pull away, he doesn't put up a fight because of your truce. now he's watching you grab your purse and double check the inside of it to make sure you have everything. he's like a big puppy, continuously following you wherever you go because he loves being attached to your hip when he has the chance.
"alright, i'm ready. how do i look, satoru?" you turn to face him, looking effortlessly gorgeous without even trying. you can see the way his eyes look over you, the thoughts in his mind reflecting on his face. from satoru's perspective, you standing there, dolled up and glowing, he's lost in his head, your beauty is just too much for him to handle. his response?
satoru doesn’t realize just how tall he is. . . "( – ⌓ – )
tall boyfriend perks are really good.
he reaches everything. top shelves, high cabinets, that one lightbulb you swore you’d get to later— done in seconds, no stool needed.
he doubles as your personal ladder and your built-in heater. you’re basically wrapped in a walking blanket 24/7.
but the cons?
he takes up space without meaning to, and the fact he already loves manspreading whenever doesn’t help at all.
it’s as if everything has gotten smaller. that’s the only logical explanation. because there’s no way one man should be able to take up this much space.
“baaabe,” you whine, shoving at his shoulder. “move.”
a sleepy hum is your only response. one long arm tightens around your waist, dragging you back against him like you haven’t just spent the last five minutes trying to wiggle free.
“you’re warm,” he mumbles into your hair, voice thick with sleep. “stay.”
“i’m gonna fall off the bed. you’re literally on my side.”
this is your life— losing every nightly battle for mattress territory, practically kicked out of your bed simply because he can’t keep his limbs to himself.
a frustrated groan slips out before you give up, finally managing to slip out from his hold. he shifts, reaching instinctively for you, but you’re already gone, padding out of the bedroom and collapsing onto the couch.
it lasts exactly ten minutes.
you wake up once more to something heavy pressing into your back.
“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”
behind you, half-folded onto a couch that is very much not built for a grown man his size, satoru has somehow wedged himself in, arms wrapped tightly around you.
“you left,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your shoulder without opening his eyes.
“because you took over the entire bed.”
“mm.. sorry.”
“and now you’re taking up the entire couch as well.”
he hums again, clearly unconcerned, and pulls you even closer— if that’s somehow possible.
you try to twist around to glare at him, but his grip only tightens, his legs tangling with yours until escape is officially impossible.
“mooove.”
“don’t wanna,” he shoots back, a lazy grin tugging at his lips even in the dark.
when satoru tells you you’re his first, he’s already balls deep inside you.
he hasn’t even moved yet, cock still settling into the foreign warmth of your walls. but he’s in deep. the swollen, blunt head kissing your cervix like he’s determined to mold your pussy to the shape of his cock. and the admission is so sudden, so unexpected that you almost don’t believe it—because he still has the cocky grin of a man who’s never been told ‘no’ before.
“hahh,” you gasp when he moves, as if just to test, “you’re serious?”
and he has his eyes sealed shut, almost as if in pain as you clench around his hardened length, “dead serious,” he breathes, a little blush creeping on his ears, “don’t get used to it.”
then he moves, slow and teasing, testing. hips pistoning forward with a gradual rhythm, and he goes all the way in each time, every push of his cock into your cervix feels like a maddening attempt at trying to rearrange your guts, “f-fuck—so tight, baby, feels so good. ”
you’re halfway into forming a coherent thought when he dips into your breasts, mouthing sloppily at the nipples like he’s not even trying to indulge in the motion of his cock fucking you dumb right now, like it’s all so effortless for him.
your responses only come in the form of sharp inhales and messy attempts at moaning his name, each time voice breaking into something unintelligible. he totally just lied to you. there’s no way this dick is inexperienced.
he’s much of a mess himself, not loud with talking but with groaning and whimpering, “nngh—baby, you’re squeezin’ the life out of me—hah,” a searing heat follows every time and goes straight to your core, molten ache of pleasure closer and closer to erupting as satoru picks up the speed.
but then he comes before you, a painful sharp inhale, followed by several deep breaths, his whole body shuddering with explosive pleasure. when he finally pulls out, you see the swell of hot tears collecting on his eyelashes.
“uhm, toru?” you hum, “are you—”
satoru plops his head on your stomach, snow strands hiding his face perfectly. he’s still breathing hard, catching his breath, and you swear the whimpers that escape him are not entirely from pleasure.
“you cryin?” you ask, tugging at his hair lightly. he doesn’t really do much to respond. just buries his face deeper.
a few seconds is enough time for him to relax, and he’s only lifting his head up to look at you now, chin still resting on your bellybutton, “fuck, didn’t think you’d feel so good.”
“you really are a virgin,” you tease, and he takes it personally.
in seconds he’s back up, throwing your legs over his shoulder with little effort, “wan’ more baby, wanna taste you now, wanna make you cum.”
and satoru gojo loves to prove how good he is at everything.
roommate!gojo offers his place because it’s close to campus and you’ve known him long enough, better than rooming with a stranger—besides the absurd house rules he establishes on day one.
rule #1: minimum clothing on sundays. failure to abide, and you’re doing laundry for the whole week. he enforces it by wandering shirtless all day, stretching obnoxiously, telling you “it’s just tradition.”
rule #2: the couch is for cuddles. it’s “illegal” to sit on opposite ends, he declares. if you try, he sprawls out dramatically—long legs heavy across your lap, or his head tipped back so he’s blocking your view of the tv. sometimes he just whines, loud and pathetic, until you give in. the moment you scoot closer, that smug grin of his shows you he’s won again.
roommate!gojo who knocks once and struts in the bathroom anyway because rule #3 says that bathroom doors are optional ’cause you never know when emergency strikes. he’ll walk in with a towel shamelessly low, toothbrush hanging from his lips. stands a little too close behind you when you’re bent over washing your face, and passes you a wink if you tell him to move over.
roommate!gojo ’s rule #4: if i cook, you taste-test first, except his “taste-tests” mean holding a spoon at your lips until you open up. he licks it after you just to watch you squirm, moaning exaggeratedly loud, “mmm, see baby? sweeter when it’s shared.”
roommate!gojo insists on calling each other by pet names because “we have to be nicer to each other!” baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, cutie— anything he can find. if you complain, he doubles down, “you’re so cute when you’re threatening me, pumpkin pie!”. in texts, in public, even in serious conversations— he firmly believes in rule #5.
sets up a moaning tax as rule #6. if you yawn, stretch, or make any noise, he clutches his chest dramatically, “hngh—baby, you’re killing me. that’s a moaning tax. pay up.” when you ask what the “tax” is, he leans close with a lazy grin, murmuring in your ear “moaning my name instead would do.”
roommate!gojo who’s more daring with his house rules as you become comfortable with him. cause now, rule #7 is that laundry is communal. he tosses his clothes in with yours, but when you’re folding, he pulls your panties from the pile, twirls them on his finger with a smug grin, “ohhh, these are definitely mine, right?”. says it’s “efficient” to share, but keeps mixing his shirts into your drawers on purpose.
roommate!gojo wiped your excess lipgloss off once, and very obviously licked it— “mhm, yum. tastes like coffee.” and now rule #8 is that greeting kisses are now mandatory. at first he says cheek kisses only—“it’s european, duh.” but pretty soon he leans in expecting mouth pecks every time you leave/come home. when you roll your eyes, he teases, “don’t be shy, it’s house culture now.”
roommate!gojo doesn’t want you to get sick. so obviously, rule #9 says: skinship is compulsory during cold weather. it’s to “save heating costs”. sits pressed against you under a blanket, legs tangled, arms around your waist. sneaks in chaste kisses to your forehead, says “i can’t have my lips chapped, greeting kisses need to taste soft.”
roommate!gojo really wants to be the best roommate ever. he really only wants to look after you. the moment you sigh about being tired and he has you face down on the bed, straddling your thighs, kneading your back with big hands— he swears it’s all a serving act and not a selfish one. his touch drifts lower each time, until his thumbs are brushing the curve of your ass. he hums innocently when you tense. “relax, sweetheart. doctor’s orders.” rule #10: massages are owed after stressful days.
roommate!gojo new favourite rule is definitely rule #11: showers are shared in emergencies. the “emergency” is just that he overslept. he barges in, strips without hesitation, and squeezes in behind you. it’s morning droopiness making him grab your ass and giving it a squeeze. he’s only pressed up against you from behind because he’s too tired to stand stress. he’ll wash your back if you shampoo his hair. equivalent exchange.
roommate!gojo has your sense of boundaries completely twisted by now, rule #12 is accepted as naturally as everything else: late-night cuddles are non-negotiable. satoru claims you sleep better if he holds you— “science proves it.” gets hard way too fast and doesn’t try to hide it, “oops,” he giggles, “think i’m hard, gonna take care of it now?” has his hands roaming your abdomen and inner thighs, subtly grinding against your ass while telling you not mind him and sleep well. absolutely loses his shit when you arch back into him. fast forward to hours later, he’s not moved one inch, morning wood still pressed against you. winks at you when you glare at him, “see? you slept like a baby.”
★ Virgin!Nerdjo getting turned on by bimbo!reader's harmless teasing in the middle of putting together a puzzle. content. virginity loss, dorkjo, awkwardness, reverse cowgirl, praise, really premature ejec, etc. (Inspired by this post)
“It’s too big, ‘Toru,” You’d whine, followed by an awfully innocent, “Stop trying to squeeze it in there!”
Puzzle pieces. The two of you are talking about puzzle pieces, obviously. So, why the hell is his cock swelling up against his pants?
Oh, that’s right. Because your comments are making his mind go somewhere dirty each time he closes his eyes, the only thing keeping him sane being the use of context in the situation. His hand had brushed over yours one too many times and he's stuttered halfway through every sentence of his during the duration of this little game. The two of you were just spending your free time putting together a really cute 'n friendly jigsaw puzzle and now he was using a nearby pillow to cover up his boner.
You're aware that your nerdy friend Gojo is the biggest loser ever but, you don’t seem to mind it too much. The only thing you do is tease him until he's sitting next to you with a mess of blush plastered all over his face. "Hey, why'd you stop?" You'd ask after noticing the way he's siting awkwardly on the floor beside you, "I know I said that piece was too big but if we stop now we'll never finish this tonight."
"Uh," Gojo's voice is coming out in that dorky pitch for a moment before he quickly clears his throat and brings a hand up to readjust the thick frames decorating his face, "Well, I just wanted to take a break, y'know? We've been doing this for hours and-"
You cut him off with a light scoff, "Oh c'mon, there's no way you're tapping out on me already." Then you're standing on your knees, shuffling closer to him, and reaching over him for one of the further puzzle pieces below. It was fine. He was fine.
Then he looked down, noticed the skirt you had on started to rise against your thighs, and... fuck. You've got the prettiest pair of panties on—the color of them peeking out just a fraction enough for him to catch its hue. Blue. Just like his eyes. Of course you decided not to wear some shorts under your skirt today. Of course. Now he's left gawking at a lacy pair of panties and letting out a strange noise without thinking, earning a glance over your shoulder that only makes you look sexier.
"Satoru?" You call out moments after, to which his eyes fly back up to where they should've been this entire time, on your face. Watching the man gulp like the biggest dork you know him to be, you flash a smirk, "Did you just look under my skirt?"
There's no way you didn't know what you were doing. He may be a big nerdy virgin who never got any sort of play but he was far from stupid. Gojo swallows down something pathetic before shaking his head hurriedly, "N-No? Pfft, what? Why.. Why would I-, hah, why would I do something like that?"
You cock a brow, "Because you're a loser who acts like he's never seen what a woman looks like under her clothes? I dunno."
He blinks dumbfoundedly, "You think I'm acting?"
You send him the same bewildered stare, "You're a six-foot tall, nerdy, pretty boy with glasses, there's no way you're some kinda virgin."
"Well... uh..." He gulps thickly and leans back, the pillow in his lap faltering with the way he readjusts his long legs to try and ease the rather annoying ache in between them, "I kinda am..."
Now you were giving him that cute deer-in-headlights kinda look as if there wasn't a single thought inside your head, the same look that has him flustered for some reason. Followed by which is a turn of your head before you casually return to reaching for that needed puzzle piece, "That's surprising. 'Thought a guy like you would have tons of women."
Gojo looks around for a second before pointing at himself, "You though I would have tons of women? Me?" He scoffs as if that were the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I mean, I know plenty of women who talk to me, sure. But, I've never slept with any of them."
"Why's that?" You ask, knees shifting against the floor so that you could find the desired spot for the piece in your hand, "If you don't mind me asking, of course."
You seem to be entirely oblivious to the way your skirt is still rising against your thighs, especially as you bend down a bit to plop the little puzzle piece into place. Gojo finds himself looking up at the ceiling now, hoping for you to become self aware any moment now, "I dunno, I'm not good at flirting, I guess." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.
The sound of that makes you glance back at him again. This time you look down at his now uncovered crotch and spot the boner prettily resting there. Smiling a bit, "I could teach you." You offer sweetly.
His cock drools at the idea alone before he's fixing his glasses against his face and looking at you again, "Really? You'd teach me how to flirt?"
You snort, "No, silly. I'm offering to teach you how to fuck."
Now, Gojo is many things. Filthily educated in Digimon? Well, of course—he's even got it plastered all over his shirt right now. The most studious individual in every academic institution he's ever attended? Duh. And a completely closeted freak who does nothing but imagine what it'd be like to feel pussy for the first time? Well, yeah...
So when you offer to teach him how to fuck and essentially, take his virginity, he doesn't think he's ever nodded his head faster in his life.
Next thing he knows and your legs are sprawled out over him, caging the sides of his lengthy limbs in between yours as your ass hovers in the air and you move a hand back to tug your panties to the side. Your cute nerd of a friend thinks he's in love as your gorgeously soaked cunt is revealed to him.
He almost reaches out to touch it-, to touch you but, he controls himself and lets you do all the work. After all, he has no idea what he's doing. Gojo only knows things about sex through porn and... well, that can only teach a person so much.
"Y-Y'know," And then he's starting already—yapping as if that would hide his nervousness. His cock is out and you're rubbing two pretty fingers through your folds before moving your hand in between your legs to grab ahold of him. "S-Shiit... Y'know this uh, this puzzle we got-, oh... it-, oh, that feels good-, it was a limited edition-"
"Satoru, you're cute but," You giggle as the lips of your pussy begin to close around his drooling cockhead, "If this is your idea of dirty talk then you have so much to learn..."
He tries to swallow a whine down his throat but it unfortunately escapes him as he continues his rambling, "I just-, goddamn... I thought you'd wanna know that," Gojo utters with a nervous chuckle, hips bucking up slightly to sink himself deeper into the dewy warmth that's currently swallowing up his length. "'Cause o-only a thousand," his breath hitches as you get about halfway down on him, "You're so fuckin' warm... Only a-ah.. a thousand of those sets were s-sold..."
Biting back your own moans whilst his thick cock stretches up into your welcoming walls, "Yeah?" You chime as if you genuinely cared about what he was saying. It's not that you didn't care at all but, the puzzle was the last thing on your mind with the way his dick felt slowly splitting you open. "T-That's... so nice, sweetie."
Gojo's hips snap up at the sound of the praise—wether or not you meant it to be sarcastic—and it's instant the way he brings a hand up to your hip to hold you down as the rest of his lengthy shaft disappears inside you. "Fuck, that felt good," He gasps as if this were some kind of new discovery for him, "C-Can you say that again? Praise me more?"
You work up a steady rhythm of lifting and then slamming your hips down on him after only a few moment of adjusting to his staggering inches, your jaw quickly falling open with slutty drool dangling out past your lips, "You're into that?" You huff softly before glancing back at him, "Y-You want me to-, mmnh, praise you more?"
Gojo's eyes are a little glossy from pleasure and he nods cutely, "P-Please? I'm being good so far, aren't I?" Then he looks down and you feel his cock throb inside of you, "Fuuuck... I haven't even-, ohgod... h-haven't even told you any more s-stupid facts. Aren't you proud of me?"
Another laugh exits your lips before you still your hips down against his, grinding with his cock buried inside of you instead of bouncing on it, "Yeahhh, I guess you have a point," You snort. Then you turn your face forwards and reach for a new puzzle piece before placing it somewhere. Your honeyed pussy clamps around his bulging girth and you hear the way he chokes out a gasp. "I'm so proud of you, 'Toru. Bein' such a good boy for me, aren't you?"
What you don't expect is the thick cum that spills out inside you. The hand he has on your hip grips a little tighter and he groans loudly, tossing his head back losing it at the sound of those words on your tongue. Well, that and the way you'd went back to those puzzle pieces as if this was just another Thursday night for you...
You have a little smile on your face as you feel him finishing inside you and by the time you look back at him, Gojo seems to be completely out of it—as if that was singlehandedly the best nut of his life. Glasses crooked on his face now, hand still anchoring your hip against him, hair tousled, and heavy pants exiting him, you can't help but tilt your head.
"Wow, two minutes. Impressive, really." You snort.
Gojo looks at you, just barely, and then pouts, "It was my first time, I'm sorry."
a/n: based on a tiktok i saw but can’t find again </3
satoru scrolls on his phone while he lets you practise henna on him. he sits on the bed with his legs outstretched and his back against the headboard as you sit cross-legged next to him, facing him. his arm lies across your lap as you skilfully drag the henna cone along his porcelain skin.
“it tickles,” he comments, glancing away from his phone and to his arm where your focus is directed. his blue eyes then flick up to your face furrowed in concentration and he smiles, finding it adorable how concentrated you are on the intricate design. he leans over and kisses your cheek.
“hey, no moving. it’ll get messed up.”
a dramatic huff exits his lips with flair. “i can’t show my girl some love? i didn’t know i signed up for torture when i agreed to be your practice doll.”
you snort, gaze never straying from the task at hand. “how is it torture?”
“a life where i’m deprived of your kisses is the highest level of tort-- mmph…”
you cut him off with your lips on his and you can feel his smile against your mouth as he melts into the affectionate gesture, his free hand cupping the side of your neck with his thumb resting on your cheek.
when you pull back, there’s a dazed, lovesick look in his eyes. like that was the sole cure to his dramatic antics.
“better?”
“mhm, definitely,” he grins, sitting back and staying still for you to use his body as a canvas for your henna. and instead of going back on his phone, he watches you fondly, gaze flitting between your face and your hand.
when you finish up the design on his hand and forearm, a suggestion pops into his mind and he smiles mischievously.
“hey, do you know what would be really cool? if you did something on my back. imagine the pics you’ll get after i work out,” he smirks, knowing how you get over his post-workout pics. and with your beautiful henna painted onto his skin, he’d love it almost as much as you do.
and so, he finds himself lying on his stomach, arms folded beneath his head and his lips curved up contentedly while you work on his back.
“you’re gonna have to stay like this for basically the whole night, you know. so it doesn’t smudge or stain anything,” you tell him and he hums.
“i know. i can still cuddle you; got this arm right here to keep you close,” he says, flinging said arm out as if to demonstrate.
“that’s your main concern?” you laugh, though a softness creeps into your gaze.
“what else would i be concerned about?” and the way he asks his question sounds so innocent, like there really isn’t anything else to consider.
you shake your head with a smile staining your lips even if he can’t see you behind him as you continue to do henna on his back. “nevermind.”
it's a fortnightly occurrence that when his henna has completely faded, you practise on him again.
his hand rests comfortably on your thigh as you prepare the cone. he’s behaving as normal but there’s a certain… buzz to him, excited like he’s bursting to tell a secret. and it's just so obvious.
you notice but don’t question it. that’s until you get a glimpse of an engraving on the side of his ring finger, and you tilt your head to the side in curiosity, scrutinising his finger.
you pause, realising it’s your name. but darker and-- “this isn’t henna.”
his entire face lights up. “mm, no. i wanted to make it permanent,” he grins, proud and devoted. like branding your name on himself is the most casual thing to do.
you ignore the sudden flutters in your stomach, but he catches the tint on your cheeks. of course he does. “… why’d you get the tattoo here?” you ask, referring to his left fourth digit.
then, he smirks, angles his head and gives you a pointed look over his tinted glasses as if it wasn’t already obvious. “because it’ll be with my wedding ring, duh.”
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as soon as gojo had won the fight against sukuna, he was immediately transported back to the high school.
and as soon as he saw you, he was bloodied and nearly passed out, he fell to his knees, almost crawling towards you but he didn’t have the strength.
even as he sobbed into your stomach, you cradled him like a mother reassuring their child that everything will be okay, and your hand was tangled in his dirty hair.
eventually, he passed out from exhaustion, still hesitating, not wanting to fall asleep in case the world wasn’t necessarily considered safe from cursed spirits yet.
he lay in your bed, arms wrapped around you like you could disappear any second. his full body wraps you in a hug, ready to protect you any second.
and for the first time in a while, he could take a full, hour-long shower and sleep for eight hours.
he’s retired from being a jujutsu sorcerer and left the clan, though he’s still keeping in contact with the students from jujutsu high. they like to visit you and your children sometimes. some scars still litter his body, and your kids ask about each and every single one of them. their bedtime story is how he saved the world, and the adventures you and he used to go on as young sorcerers
but satoru’s as happy as he can be now. now, the only thing he has to worry about is forgetting to do the laundry or making his kid’s lunches wrong. now, he doesn’t have to worry about losing his life every day for his job. he gets to spend the rest of his life and grow old with the woman he loves the most, you, his wife.
i loved it when in gojo won in vol 26 and everyone lived happily ever after
i genuinely miss him so much
anyway i might open reqs back up but only for toru cus i feel like he’s the only one i can really write for rn
Ghostface!Suguru but he's a loser who's cock is too big to conceal behind the dark tresses of his cloak whenever he’s around you.
He tries to keep it well hidden, truly. But the same thing happens every year as he goes to try and get rid of you... he gets oh-so-painfully hard at the sight of you. Why? Well, maybe it had something to do with the way he always breaks into your house at the wrong time.
Last year he walked in while you were fingering yourself to what appeared to be thousands of words on your phone. Getting off to fanfiction? He thought you were weird for it. Y'know, until he swiped up your phone later that night to see you were reading a ghostface fanfiction. Three of them, to be exact.
He remembers glancing at your sleeping frame at the time, thick tip just leaking due to the filth illuminating your phone screen in his hands, and thinking there was no way you could handle that kinda thing. As if he had room to talk when he couldn't even bring himself to kill you because the fact that he wanted so desperately to fuck you always clouded his murdering judgement.
The year before that, he recalls sitting in your closet listening to your boyfriend (at the time—he killed him shortly after this) fucking you terribly. Every moan of yours was fake, which Ghostface!Suguru knew because he'd committed your real ones to memory, and he didn't even get to hear you cum because of how terrible of a fuck that "boyfriend" of yours was.
This year, he happens to be outside of your bedroom window watching you get off to... nothing? No phone in sight, no laptop, nothing. He figures you were using your imagination but what on earth could you be thinking about right now that had you moaning like some slutty pornstar and squirting all over the place.
It's not until a few minutes later, as you've long since come down from your high, that you cleanse yourself and pace right over to the very window he's standing at. Ghostface!Suguru fights the urge to yelp in surprise as he sees you nearing and he doesn't think he's ever dove into nearby bushes faster.
Unluckily for him, you swoosh your curtains over and your eyes land down onto the bush he's poorly hiding himself behind. Then your windows open and you stick your head out, "This is the third year in a row, if you're gonna kill me just get it over with. Otherwise I'm gonna keep using you to get off."
Ghostface!Suguru's breath gets caught in his throat and those thick, dark lashes of his bat softly behind the signature mask decorating his face, "W-What?" He stammers embarrassingly. Catching himself, just barely, "I mean uh, you knew I was here the whole time? Wait-, you've been getting off to me?"
"Duh," You snort, crossing your arms over one another as you lean against your window seal and then tilt your head, "So, are you gonna come fuck me for it or kill me?" You ask way too causally for his brain to comprehend.
Ghostface!Suguru doesn't know how he ends up in your bed a few minutes later, dark robes torn to shreds by you—who was far more feral for this than he expected you to be—and cock slathered in cum as he'd recently painted your insides white per your request. "S-Shiiit, gorgeous..." His hair is hanging out down his back and across his toned chest from under the mask that you specifically ordered him not to take off and he feels beyond pathetic now.
Not only did he get caught but you also bossed him around all over the place as if he wasn't a literal serial killer who could drive his knife into your flesh at any given second now-
"Suguruuu," You start purring out his name again and the very idea of killing you dies inside him. If only you could see the down-bad expression painting his pretty features right now. But, in a way, the ghostface mask almost seemed to exude need as he loomed over you and his cum-covered cock went slipping over your greedy pussy. "You didn't think I was done with you yet, did you?" You ask.
Ghostface!Suguru gulps thicker than he ever has in his life and shakes his head, the gesture downright adorable even with that rather chilling mask on. "No," He hums softly, "But can I at least take this mask off, it's hot and I can't-"
"Take the mask off and I kick you out," You warn, to which his sweaty body visibly tenses. "Now," He watches the way your legs get to sprawling out again, as if there wasn't globs of cum leaking out of you already from where he'd just emptied himself, "Clean me up, won't you?"
The killer bats his eyes and although you can't see it, you could sense the way he was caught off guard. "You want me to... you want me to eat my own cum out of you? With the mask on?" He whispers carefully while leaning back and lowering himself to do so.
You feel his large, gloved hands grasp at your thighs and hold them open, diving right in without waiting for you to answer him. The mesh of his mask where his mouth is meets your cunt and you feel his tongue behind it, a whine exiting his throat at not being able to taste you without the stupid mask in the way whilst he begins to do his best to suck his own cum out of you.
It's filthy, really. The way he goes from eating his seed out of your cunt to literally eating you out has you moaning out his name and flying a hand down to cling onto the top of his mask. Fuck, he's never wanted to rip the damn thing off more in his life. Ghostface!Suguru just wanted to feel your hands in his hair and your pussy on his tongue raw, and yet here he was...
Feasting on your folds with flimsy mesh in the way. He supposed it wasn't so bad. After all, whenever he leaned up to breathe, he could still lick at the mask and gather what's left of your taste on it.
And when you squirt on the stupid thing a few minutes later, he realizes once again why he could never bring himself to kill you...
Well, that and he also realizes he has the free will to finally snatch it off his face—revealing his flushed expression and dazed violet eyes—before licking up everything you just poured out onto the item without a care in the world. It's not like you were going to do anything, he's the killer here, not you-
The man merely gets a moment to glance over for your reaction before he sees you've got his knife in your hands and pointing it at him.
Oh. Perhaps he should’ve thought twice about putting the damn thing on your nightstand instead of leaving it on his person.
Though, he is into knife play...
A/N: distracting y'all from a possibly late fic again, LMAOO. not proofread.
