╰┈➤ content tags: satoru gojo x fem!reader ⚝ doggirl!reader ⚝ first meeting ⚝ fluff ⚝ sfw ⚝ strangers to more ⚝ teacher satoru ⚝ alt. universe
satoru wasn't planning on going home today, willing to enjoy some more days of that well-deserved vacation now that suguru was taking care of tutoring his students. right now, he was enjoying the weather; a gentle breeze, the sun warmed the sand, the waves made such a relaxing sound against the shores in that empty beach in the private compound.
no one else was around at this hour in the afternoon... or so he thought as he lay there with his hands behind his head.
as soon as he felt your presence on his towel, he pushed up his sunglasses and turned to look at you—a dog girl. it wasn't the first time he'd seen one, but he definitely didn't expect to see you in this place.
especially when a year ago the law requiring demihumans to live with a caretaker had already been established. this was for the very safety of the demihumans; it was no news that the black market was filled every weekend with different kidnapped creatures, forced to participate in illegal activities.
but you didn't seem to care about that. “excuse me?” he asked while sitting up and arching an eyebrow.
“what do you want?” you said casually, almost disinterested, as if sitting in his space when you had a lot of beach to enjoy was the most normal thing to do.
satoru blinked a few times, surprised by your attitude, and scanned the beach. he was half-expecting a frantic caretaker to come running, but nothing happened. “that's what i should be asking. this is my towel.” he emphasized the word ‘my’, hoping you could understand.
“i saw it and i liked it. you have a problem with that?” you shrugged and curled your puppy tail around yourself, touching it gently. it wasn't like he was going to die if you sat there, and the sand was too hot to sit on it.
he was so confused right now—but he couldn't deny you were cute. it wasn't every day that you found a dog girl trying to claim your stuff as hers. and honestly, part of him was still worried. “hey, sweets, i won't tell you to fuck off or anything, but where's your caretaker?”
your calm expression faltered, your puppy ears turned droopy as you looked away, trying to hide the change in your demeanor yet failing. “he... kicked me out.” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, and showed him a bracelet with your name written on it. “anyway, i don't need him.”
that was a lie. you knew it, and satoru knew it too.
he didn't say anything at first, he lay back on the towel while one hand rummaged through his beach bag. when he finally found it, he pulled out a lunchbox with cookies, placing it next to you with a gentleness that made your eyes widen a little in surprise.
“you can eat those.” he smiled and, without much thought, reached out, ruffled your hair and then dropped his hand. your eyes followed that hand, your puppy ears twitching while trying to remember the feeling of it against your head.
you didn't tell him anything aside from what happened with your last caretaker, but your chest felt... warm—it had nothing to do with the sun, definitely too fuzzy for that.
this was the first time that you didn't need to steal, to show your teeth or bite to get something. you felt conflicted about taking it without offering something in exchange. so, instead of taking one, you stood up and walked away without even touching them.
he made no move to stop you, because had no right to tell you what to do in this strange situation. besides, if you'd decided to leave, perhaps the story about your caretaker was fake. “huh... weird cutie.” he muttered, popping a cookie into his mouth anyway.
about an hour later, the quiet was broken again; this time, it was because of the clinking of seashells tumbling onto his towel. satoru blinked at the small pile, turning his head just in time to catch the sight of her kneeling beside him.
you were staring at him, your tail wagging anxiously as you rested your hands in your lap, obviously expected something in return—perhaps a compliment, or a reward like... a cookie.
“i see how this will be.” he spoke in a soft tone, the smile on his lips more than evident. as the breeze ruffled his snow white hair, he brought a cookie close to your face. “who's a good girl? you are, babe.” he cooed, amused with the way your tail wagged faster. “here, eat it.”
you were the cutest girl he'd ever seen, and he enjoyed the way your puppy ears perked up as you accepted the treat with both hands before nibbling it eagerly.
what was meant to be a harmless thing turned into a parade, which little by little became worse; seashells, pebbles. Even a very suspicious-looking wrapper. it stopped being funny by the fourth trip, when you didn't find any sea shells and returned dragging a suitcase.
“where did you-” he cut himself off and stood up, quickly placing the lunchbox in your hands and grabbing the suitcase. he needed to hide the evidence of the crime before it was too late. “alright, princess. let's get one thing straight; you don't need to bring me any more stuff.”
he made sure no one was watching and threw the suitcase away, letting it fall behind a bush. he hoped that the owner would eventually find it.
“but i need to pay for the food.” you insisted, pointing to the sea shells before grabbing his wrist, you used your other hand to hold the lunchbox against your chest and prevent it from slipping out of your grasp. “i thought you liked it.”
“if you're that hungry, just eat them.” he grabbed you gently by the shoulders and guided you to sit again, his hand briefly giving your cheek a caress.
you tilted your head, still feeling a little confused; it wasn't common to see someone offer something without expecting anything in return. however, you decided to just accept it and took a bite of one of the cookies. “thank you.” those words were barely audible, but he didn't make you repeat them.
he patted your head and took a bottle of ice water out of the cooler, opening it and drinking it calmly. he definitely wasn't expecting to meet you today, but your presence in this short period had been very pleasant. and the seashells you brought?
it was ridiculous that you really wanted to pay with them, but it was also fun to play along for a moment.
with his free hand, satoru pulled out his phone and checked the time, some pending messages from suguru asking if it was normal for one of the students to consider taking the morning-after pill with his girlfriend (just the usual stuff), and then put it back in the beach bag.
he couldn't help but admire the way you ate so comfortably, your unique traits, and that subtle blush forming on your cheeks. how could anyone kick you out and leave you on the street?
“when we go home, can you make more of these?” you asked as you bit part of the last cookie, your eyes lit up when you noticed it had more colorful sprinkles than the other. you could already imagine tasting more cookies in the future.
satoru choked on his own saliva, and as soon as he calmed down, he went completely still while looking at the sea like he would find clarity in that landscape. “what did you just say, sweetheart?”
── .✦ alaska's note: i'm living in your walls, bring me some food
❝your boyfriend's been acting shady, to keep you stuck with him. you caught him poking holes in the condoms after fucking you | gojo satoru (18+ n/sfw)❞
─── tw / content warnings: babytrapping ⋆ est. relationship ⋆ yandere ⋆ pregnancy ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ controlling & toxic bf gojo ⋆ dead dove do (not) eat.
that's the thing about love; when you look at someone through rose-coloured glasses. all the red flags look like regular flags.
satoru had performed his oscar-level performance; perfect boyfriend. filthy rich, over six feet tall, baby blue eyes.
god, literally any woman would've killed to have him. yet out of the people that threw themselves at him, he chose you. an unsuspecting wallflower.
it was second nature for him to make you feel like you're the center of his world. buying you expensive gifts, or drapping himself over you like a lovesick simpering fool.
and the way he cooed i love you's and sonnets in your sleep — he became your home, best friend and safe haven.
there's always a catch, you never saw when his smiles sharpened whenever someone tried to get too close. never questioned it why he needed to everywhere you went, and pushed you to always keep your phone close.
"communication is key, princess." — when in reality he had full access and was tracking it with manic focus.
at first it was cute when satoru got jealous, when his grip tightened around your waist when another man so much glanced your way.
it was protective of him and not possessive, right?
sooner or later, he subtly isolated and monopolized you. deleting messages from friends, people he didn't approve of, anyone who could plant the seed of doubt in you.
"not everyone has your best interests at heart, you're overthinking again. i'm just lookin' out for you." he'd kiss your forehead, reassuring you with a soft laugh.
he loves you, that's all that mattered. so when satoru brought up the idea of a family, how could you say no?
"you'd look so beautiful, round and glowing with our baby." he'd murmur against your the column of your neck. hearing you laugh, shy and flustered.
the thought of little fingers curling around yours and his. tiny, snowy tufts of hair with doe eyes. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
he played it slow. gentle. letting you believe it was your choice. as if he hadn't already decided for you. "birth control is bad for you anyway, messes up your hormones big time! don't you think it'd healthier to stop?"
one excuse, after another.
"if you're not ready, i'll use condoms."
satoru did it everytime you two had sėx. you saw him do it, he tore the package in front of you. with a grin, he rolled it on his huge cock already dribbling with strings of pre-cum.
then pressing you face down on the pillows with your ass arched high against his back. on all fours. he memorized each detail of your flawless little pussy. fuck me, she's already sopping wet.
"you gonna cum already? look at what you do to me.. nghh, i'm rock fucking hard." he hissed into your ear, his breathing was hot.
before he nudged the fat tip and snapping himself with a brutal stroke down to the hilt. he grinded his teeth, as he heard it pop. "fuckkkk, yes! ohhh, just like that.. angel!"
like a seasoned explorer, his fingers rubbed the small pearl of your clit with insistent circles, watching you tremble in time with each thrust. good fucking girl.
"just choke on daddy's cock, mhnn... here? hm? want me to keep hittin' this spot while i rub this pretty clit?" he tangled his knuckles on your hair, forcing himself deeper your cervix.
his pace became primal and erratic, hitting the deepest parts, going to your g-spot that made your eyes roll back. SLURPPP.
breeding, claiming and owning you was the only thing he wanted now. he kept himself in check, he can't afford to make you leave. not now or ever.
"yessss, yes—mmshit.. show me how well my pillow princess takes it." satoru kept your cries muffled, shoving your head on the sheets. drilling your cunt and brains out. THWACK. THWACK.
the idea of getting you pregnant was enough to make him go feral and cum.
he fucked you like the touch-starved man he was, sucking bruises on your skin while rutting inside you.
afterward, you'd lay boneless and gasping as you orgasm. he got up from the bed to grab a towel to wipe you down.
maybe you never would have noticed or none of this is wrong.
but there he was, in your shared bathroom, hunched over the counter. his fingers moved carefully, pressing a needle through another foil then the latex. over and over.
satoru had been poking holes in the condoms all this time.
the silence dragged on. until he tilted his head towards you, lips curling into an unconcerned smile. "y'caught me red-handed.. is it round two already, sweetness?"
muse's note: in preparation for kinktober. here we have, sintember. i don't romancise my work, removed the banners cuz i got semi-shadow banned 🤕
Synopsis: In an attempt to not ruin the friendship with his roommate, Satoru asks someone else on a date. However, with only thirty minutes left to get ready, he does the unbelievable– and decides to get in the shower with the same roommate he apparently needs to get over with.
Pairing: Roommate Nerdjo! X f!reader
Content Warning: MDNI (18+), No curse au, porn with plot, yearning, conflicting feelings/Gojo in denial, slight angst, smut, piv sex, oral (f receiving), idiots in love, handjobs, unprotected sex, creampies, very late confessions, ooc, Gojo is technically a virgin. Gojo doesn’t think he’s good enough for you :(
Word Count: 4.4k
A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfic in over like.. Almost two years :’D I was in a really bad creative stump for that long (it was not good, I do not recommend it). I wrote this in hopes of getting back into writing once more, so I am very rusty. I am still not confident in my writing. There’s still a lot of grammatical errors, apologies in advance. I also do not know where I’m going at this, it’s all on a whim. English is not my native language.
P.S I don’t know how to write smut.
Satoru warned himself not to get too comfortable.
There were a set of rules he followed. Simple routines that he respected in order to share the home with you without any problems. They were easy to follow, like never leaving dirty laundry on the floor to avoid tripping on them. Or if any food or snack were eaten on ‘accident,’ it must be replaced.
He was able to navigate roommate life too easily only because you were a darling. You didn’t mind his overly obsessive hobby of digimon, nor did you shame him for having risque figurines of his animated ‘wifus’ that seemed to change every week. No, you were a sweetheart that let him indulge in the most loser-like pastimes, and it killed him that he was too afraid to ruin your friendship had he told you his feelings.
Why wouldn’t he feel bad? You thought of him as a friend, someone you could count on. When you had told him about boy problems, he was there to listen. When you whined about finding your dates all douches, he was there to cheer you up. Everything Satoru does fills the boxes of an amazing friend.
But at some point, have you ever wondered if he could be more? More than a roommate, more than something platonic?
He came to terms that he might not be the kind of guy you were looking for.
And so he tried his best to hide his real feelings. Behind the screen of his computer, behind glasses reflecting everything else except the muted blues that saw you as his world. Satoru decided it was time to move on, he didn’t need to dwell on the ‘ifs’ of your relationship.
“See you at the cafe! Xoxo - Yui”
Satoru turns to see the notification on his phone, a bright light emitting from the closed curtained room. He spent the majority of the morning playing games, too focused to even look at the clock above his door. He feels a drop in his chest, watching as the soft tick reminds him he was almost late.
Almost late to the date he asked another girl out for.
Jumping from his sitting position on the floor he stumbles out of the room, the murmuring consoles left forgotten. He didn’t have time to think much, he was already late as it is. He wasn’t prepared mentally, nor physically. Mentally because there’s still a part of him that yearns, and physically because he’s… he hasn’t taken a shower.
Gods, please smite him down from shame.
“Hey… are you done there?” Satoru stands by the bathroom door, leaning close as his ear plants itself against the door. He calls out your name, but you don’t respond. Even after a knock, no reply came.
The only thing that caught his attention was the subtle sound of a faucet turning on, the showerhead spurting alive as water rained down. Ah, he should’ve just assumed you just got inside. Still, he’s running late, and he doubts sprinkling a bit of cologne would mask his uh… stench.
“Come on! I’m sorry for bothering you but, I *really* need to shower. I’m like– sorta late on a date.. and - and I rather not have to explain–” he pauses, still not getting any response. He sighs, scratching his neck sheepishly.
“Hell, we can even share the shower–” again, Satoru doesn’t finish his sentence, feeling embarrassed by the audacity of his suggestion. Really now? Asking something that scandalous? He has a date for fucks sake! Even if he isn’t in a romantic relationship, he feels like cheating. Maybe it was a sign he wasn’t ready for anything this deep.
The sound of a click by the door stopped him from his self-depricating thoughts, followed by the sound of sliding glass panels.
“The door’s open.”
Satoru’s breath stops for a moment, and his glasses tilts to the side. His muscles tense, eyes drifting to the doorknob. Did he hear it right? Or was he hearing things now? Did last night’s gooning fest mess his mind up? Sick freak, you would never even take up a silly offer.
It was a joke! A very bad one!
“Hurry up, you’ll be late. J-Just close your eyes when you enter.” you stutter, as if you were hesitating also.
Yet without thinking Satoru is already half-way through. There’s steam fogging his glasses, the blearing bathroom light blinding him in a heated mess. Oh shit, he’s such a mess right now. It doesn’t help that he could smell your shampoo, that milky strawberry scent filling his lungs as if it became the air he breathes.
He takes a step inside, almost tripping on your clothes before he walks closer. He feels it beneath his feet, something soft and.. And– oh god he just realised that’s your bra.
“S-Shit… I think I accidentally stepped on your clothes. Don’t worry! I-I’m not.. I’m not looking! My eyes are closed!” it wasn’t like Satoru could even see either even if he opened his eyes, the fog is thick, but so is the tension.
He feels a hand on his wrist, making him jump. He makes a strange noise before sputtering small apologies.
“You’ll be late.. Hurry and uh– take your clothes off.. So you can shower, of course.” You sound nervous, and he could hear it. The small wavering tremor in your voice, just a slight bit but he could notice the difference.
“Are you.. u-uncomfortable with me? Sorry, I-I can leave.” For a moment Satoru thought this may be a bad idea.
“No! I-I mean.. If you’re uncomfortable you.. You don’t have to shower with.. Me.”
Satoru feels your hand weaken, already missing the warmth of your touch. But he grabs on, taking your hand in his. “No, I want to. Because I’ll be late… yeah!” he didn’t sound confident, but he doesn’t overthink it.
You hear the shuffling of clothing aside from the patterns of water falling on your bare body. Your eyes were also closed, your ears replacing your sight. You feel it, his presence. The glass pane slides wider, and his pattering feet step into the same shower. For a moment none of you speak, the sound of your heart reaching your ears like a thundering drum.
“Here, your shampoo.” you take the bottle from the corner without opening your eyes, remembering the layout of where your things and his were. You shove the bottle behind, feeling the planes of his chest….? He makes that same surprised sound and you feel tingles down your spine.
Satoru jumps, the cold bottle being jabbed to his side did not help at all. He takes a step back only to slip. Grabbing the nearest object in front of him, he didn’t exactly take the shampoo bottle… but the hand that held it. Your wrist, in his hand. Your skin on his skin. Your–
He feels the back of his head hit the wall, and a thud comes echoing once he falls flat on his ass.
“Satoru, are you okay?!” You were the first one to open your eyes, worried for his safety. You leaned in closer, hoping to see if he got hurt.
But Satoru only holds you still, sucking in a breath. Gripping your waist, his eyes opened as his face warms up. There’s no glasses to fog up his sight, no amount of steam to make him think he’s hallucinating when the real thing is in front of him– naked and everything.
“Don’t.. Fuck– Don’t move, please.” His voice is airy, breath heavy as he tries not to look down. It’s bad enough you fell on his lap, he could feel the softness of your ass pressing on his leg. Skin to skin, any guy would think that he was the luckiest man alive right now (and he is).
Satoru is positive he might just cum.
He feels your right thigh brushing closer against him, nearing that aching stiffness between his legs. Shit, shit, shit-! He can’t let you know he’s painfully hard right now– the slight bump from the back of his head from the fall was the least of his worries. He could recover from that, but not from this. Not with the way your skin left against his, so smooth and warm.
He really is a pervert. No amount of r-rated visual novels would make him prepared for any kind of real skin to skin. It wasn't the same as holding your hand when he pulled you into his favourite arcade place. Nor was it the same as hugging you close after sad movies. This was different. This was the deprivation of man, a raw needy sensation that clung onto him like sin. Where he engrained every smile upon your lips like a tattoo, he imagined nights where the same lips moaned his name.
But those were just unrealistic dreams.
You feel it in the way his fingers dig into your skin, how he tries his best not to make it any worse than it already is. But maybe you’re no different, maybe you don’t want him out of this situation. Maybe, you want him to forget his little date.
“Toru, please look at me.”
Satoru feels the blood rise to his face. This was torture for him, and it’s as if you knew. Using that tone that sent butterflies in his stomach. Every word rolled down your tongue with intentions he knew nothing of. It’s too sweet, a saccharine melody singing his name as if he was your only audience.
Slowly, Satoru found the courage to open his eyes. His lashes fluttered as he tried to focus on your face, how your lips tilt slightly as he raises a brow in question. Even if he had spent the majority of his time behind the screen looking at different fictional wifus, no pixel could ever replace the real thing. You were a beauty like no other, a darling that’s way too sweet for someone as sinful as him. He wondered if you knew his heart carved a hole for you to take.
“Are you uncomfortable with me?” You say, almost breathless in a way that his stunned expression stole the air from your lungs. He had asked you the same thing earlier, and now you return it with a reflective longing. Your hands reach up to his face, cupping gently until he finally snaps out from his trance. The shower is still on, the warm water dripping on your back as the steam surrounds you both. He made no move to respond, time ticking as he didn't pull away from your touch.
“I.. I could never..” Satoru exhales out his mouth, as if he was trying to prove it to himself this wasn’t a dream, or wasn’t some made-up memory from the way he bumped his head hard when he slipped.
“Can I.. can I k-kiss you?” He says it without thinking, a habit when his mind becomes too preoccupied to focus. If anything, he wanted to focus on how you made him feel. Would it be crossing a line if he leaned in to look at you closer? Would you allow his hand to caress the parts of you that complete him?
He feared for the worst. He wasn’t stupid, the type of man you like didn’t fit the type of guy he was.
You liked guys who didn’t spend the majority of their life like some vampire, shielding away from the sun and hiding away in a dark room with the only light being from the computer or game console. You liked guys who weren’t boastful and arrogant about their elite knowledge of different niche series from their childhood. You liked guys who were normal, someone who could fit and fill your world with colours just like how you made his dull skies turn bright blue.
Satoru couldn’t be someone who leaves you speechless, couldn’t shield you from heartbreaks. He just wasn’t good eno–
You lean in without a word, soft lips meeting his in an attempt to rid of whatever thought that took away the glint in his eyes. It’s gentle, and at first you didn’t get any response. Maybe you heard wrong?
No. The moment you pull away his hand slides from your waist and up your bare spine, tenderly cradling the back of your neck before pulling you in again. The heat makes his head dizzy, his heart spirals. He kisses with little to no experience, but it was as if he’s moving merely on instinct. To yearn was to want, and he’s reaching out to hold you closer.
Satoru’s self-deprecation doesn’t go away on its own, but your breathy ‘Toru’s echoes in his ears. His other hand slides down to your leg, nervous but firm.
“Why.. do you make me feel this way?” He whispers between your kisses, this tingling sensation travelling down to his aching cock.
“Is that a good thing?” Your fingers trail his jaw, soft and feathery. You could feel him shudder. “I think.. It feels good.”
“Y-Yeah.. I think I feel the same way too..” He tilts his head to search for your lips once more, peppering needy pecks as he tries to ignore the way he can’t exactly hide his excitement. He still doesn’t look below your neck, but god he wants to so badly. “It feels really g-gooddd.. God, I love you so m-much.”
I love you. Three simple words everyone says at some point in their lives. But it isn’t always said with sincerity. Right now, Satoru means it all within his soul.
“Do you mean it?” You pulled back suddenly despite his disappointment, trying to pinpoint if his words came from his mouth or your hazy thoughts. He could tell what you were thinking of, and even if he’s incredibly embarrassed, for you he would.
“I do, I love you.” he says it with the most confidence he had in months. All for you, everything for you. That kiss made him forget about his date, forget the doubts that lingered for so long only to be smothered away. To think confessing was this easy.
Something in you snaps, guiding his hand from your back to the curve of your breast. This causes him to still, eyes gaping down to watch how his hand seemed to move on its own. Where his mind panics at the new sensations, his body moves with his heart. His finger curiously rubs your nipple until it stiffens, listening closely to the way your breathing shakens with his mere touch.
You retaliate, hand placing itself on his aching cock. You hear him gasp, his pale face turning bright red. He looks like a tomato, cutely stuttering incoherent words as he tries not to let a moan escape.
“F-Fuck.. Hey y-you– ah-” Satoru bucks his hips up in desperation to feel anything. Even if your hand hasn’t moved, he still felt good with your fingers curling his big girth like a rod. He’s dreamt of this before, waking up with stained sheets and sweating profusely. “Come o-on.. Please– ah- m-move your hand.”
You do exactly as he said, the sound of slick and wet strokes echoes louder than the pitter patter of the shower. Satoru throws his head back against the wall (the same wall that he supposedly bumped his head hard on by the way), sucking in a breath before moaning out your name, dragging every syllable as if he wanted you to listen closely.
He forced himself to look, watching how his cock twitches against your eager hand. It feels good, better than him doing it himself. He’s unable to form words, babbling as his mind drowns in a haze.
“Oh g-god.. Fuck-! J-Just… ngghhh–” He drags a moan, rolling his eyes before suddenly leaning in to catch your lips in his. Muffled whimpers and fast strokes continued, and he parts for a moment so he could hold your waist and make you grind on his leg.
“S-Satoru..” You gasped, feeling him bend his leg just so your clit could rub easier against him. It was only brief, but it left you only to wonder how it feels if he actually fucked you.
Your eyes widened when you realised he switched positions. Satoru pulls you off from the floor, lifting you up against the wet wall as his lips collide with your collar. His tongue licks your skin like a lollipop, sensually drifting as if you were some kind of sweet treat. A surprised whimper comes out of you, and he lifts you even higher until his lips form kisses on your stomach.
“I want to taste you.” It was a bold move from him, and he wondered if it was from the heat of the moment, or the product of need. He’s on his knees, lifting you up until your legs are over his shoulders. In front of him he sees your glistening cunt. Wet from the water, or maybe that’s just your reaction, he doesn’t care. Once he realises you weren’t pulling away from him, watching with tinted cheeks– he licks his lips.
In his head Satoru thanks the gods for his meal.
You couldn’t even hide your reaction, quickly grabbing his hair as he feasted. You let out intangible moans, the flickering of his tongue made you lose any kind of composure. Your legs are twitching, but his grip is tight. His muscles flex, lifting you effortlessly in the same way he’s effortlessly gliding his tongue on your folds.
“N-Ngh! P-Please!” You’re crying out his name, shaking as he pins you there. Satoru’s a mad man, and you momentarily forget he’s the same cute nerd you were roommates with. This was the same guy who flinched every time you touched his arm, the same guy who stutters when trying to talk about his hobbies to you.
This was the same guy who told you he never lost his virginity because he never loses.
Satoru gets pathetically hard with the mere sound of you calling out his name. The noises from his lips lapping against your wet cunt is embarrassingly arousing, tongue giving your clit special attention. He could feel your hips twitching, your hand pulling at the roots of his hair. But it feels good, oh fuck you feel so amazing.
“C-Can I..?” He starts to realise his actions, tongue still moving. But he tilts his head up to look at your teary face, trying to engrave every aspect of your reaction. “Please.. f-fuck, I wanna– I wanna go inside..”
Despite the hazy feeling in your head from the pleasure, you nodded almost eagerly. “N-Need you so bad, T-Toru.”
There it is again, that damn name. It drives him wild, and with ease he takes your legs off his shoulders and gently lowers you down. Satoru turns you around until your heaving breasts are pressed against the glass of the shower, back arched so he could see the flush roundness of your ass. He’s hesitant, holding you still as his fat cock rests on your asscheek.
Oh god, he’s really doing this. The Satoru of yesterday would have never believed him if he said he would finally get with the girl of his dreams.
But the Satoru of the present could.
“C-Can I? I’m so.. I can’t hold on anymore.” He whispers against your ear, breathy and needy. He’s rubbing his length between your thighs, his firm abs grazing your back. The glass fogs, and from the outside he could tell it was the hottest image. But perhaps in his perspective, your quivering lips and eager eyes looking back at him with that arch sends him into a spiral.
“Y-Yes.. Please, Toru.”
Satoru doesn’t wait any longer, sheathing his thick cock inside your gummy walls. He throws his head back at the tightness, waiting for you to adjust to his size. He’s restraining himself, knowing well his cock wasn’t exactly the average size. He’s spent enough time on the internet browsing adult sites that he’s packing a blessing.
You stiffen, feeling his tip rub your insides, kissing your walls. It doesn’t hurt, only really tense because of how hard and big he was. What a pervert, he got really erect when he was eating you out.
When he got the signal, he pulls out until his tip was the only thing inside– and then he thrusts back in.
“F-Fuuckkkk–” Satoru moans, snapping his hips back and forth, setting the pace as he tries his best not to cum too fast. “Oh g-god… just l-like that.”
His tip plunges to kiss that wet spongy paradise, the sound of skin on skin echoed as he closes his eyes. His head leans forward to rest on your shoulder, one hand on your waist while the other gropes your soft tits. Sensation overload, his heart pounds with the same rhythm of his hips.
Satoru takes a peek, watching as your pussy sucks him in with a drag. It’s so warm, inviting him inside. He wonders if his cum makes an amazing use of being lubrication, sliding in with ease just to tease your cunt.
“S-So..amazing.. You’re so t-tight b-but you take me in so– ah- well..” The wet rutting doesn't go unnoticed, your slick sticking to his skin. It strings from him to you, glistening as he pulls you back until your ass meets his base. He looks at your cunt as if it were a meal, studying the way your walls clung the veiny ridges of his cock.
He licks his lips, pressing against your shoulder as he’s unable to stop himself. “I’m.. c-close…” he whimpers, eyes rolling back before his finger dives down between your thighs. He read through forums that stimulating the clit makes the woman cum hard. He needs it, the thought of having you unravel from his own fingers, his own needy cock turns him on violently.
“N-Nghh-!” You whine, the glass fogging up in front of you. There’s not much to hold onto, your hand latching behind to his arm. Your finger digs in, feeling his grip tighten as his incoherent whispers turn into strangled moans. “C-Cumming.. Oh f-fuckk-! Sa-Satoru in-inside..”
You feel his hand let go of your hip before reaching down to lift you up and against the corner of the shower. The cold tiles hit your skin, making you shiver. Whining, you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, feeling him slide down to the curve of your ass as he pulls your legs around his waist.
“I wanna.. l-look at you when I cum..” He shyly says, which you think was cute. He enters you once more, cock twitching at you clenching. He leaves a gasp, rocking his hips until his tip leaks.
You lean in to catch a whimper from his lips, tongue matching his pace. His hands are everywhere, clinging onto your soft ass, fingers sliding up to pinch and roll your pebbled nipples before it went back down to rubbing your sensitive clit. You couldn’t even tell him you were cumming until you felt that tension in your core.
Satoru picks up the pace til he shudders, spilling as quickly as he trembles. “S-Shit.. Cumm– ah! I-I’m cu–” he sputters the words out, too focused on the pleasure of spilling inside. It’s warm, your juices mixing with his creamy release. It was like he met heaven the moment you touched him, his cock still hard as it twitches with every spurt.
It takes only a moment before he slides out with a groan, whimpering as his sensitive dick misses you already.
“O-Oh man.. I can’t believe w-we– you–” He didn’t get to finish what he said before you kissed him tenderly. On your tip toes, your fingers slide down to his firm arms almost as if you were worshipping every muscle.
“You should have just asked me out on a date instead.” You pull away much to his dismay. Your brow furrows, soft lips curve into a pout..
Satoru looks away sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he tries to get a grip. “I know, I should’ve just confessed to you.” he sounded defeated, embarrassed to have his final confession after the fact he fucked you. Good job, the least romantic way to tell his feelings.
Yet you only giggled, reaching to cup his cheek. Every flush of his skin dusts a shade of pink, emitting a kind of warmth you yearned. “We should’ve done this outside the shower. Our water bill is going to be high.”
He raised a brow, “You don’t need to worry about that, I’ll pay the bills from now on.”
You take a moment to let his words sink in. Why the hell is this guy acting as if he could easily pay the rent? You pinch his cheek, earning a whine.
“I don’t want you getting broke.”
“I could buy the whole apartment if I wanted to, don’t worry.”
“Why the hell did you get a roommate then???” You playfully smacked him, yet in your mind it was crazy. Was Satoru a rich kid? In your two years of living together, why didn’t he just say anything?
It was then he looked away again, shy and embarrassed. “W-Well.. You were really cute…” Ah, that makes sense.. This guy's a massive perv.
“H-Hey! Don’t look at me like that!” He whines, stepping back in shame.
“Satoru.”
He looks down to you, lips pouting as if he got caught doing something he shouldn’t. But instead of being pissed, he sees your smile. It’s heavenly, reserved for him to admire. Even if your hair falls back wet and clinging onto skin, he’s never seen something so beautiful. “Yes..?”
“I love you.” you smile, knowing very well what you do to his heart. He takes a moment to register your words before turning the faucet off, suddenly lifting you from the ground and over his shoulder. You squealed, surprised as you feel the slight chill as he exits the shower and opening the door of the bathroom… towards his bedroom.
Apart from the new noises and breathy moans that came after, there’s a bright notification on his phone. Over thirty minutes ago, it hadn’t been read.
“Sorry, change of plans. I can’t go on with our date. – Yui”
That’s fine, you didn’t have plans to let Satoru step out of your shared home anyway. Not when he should be here replacing his waifu body-pillows for the real thing– you.
Divider by @/saradika-graphics. Illustration by smokeigheh on twt.
It's not r*pe, it's rape. It's not su*cide, it's suicide. Not unalive, dead. The backbone needs to be reintroduced en masse because softening the blow of these concepts with advertising language does absolutely nothing but allow people unaffected by them to feel not even a sting of what they can do, prompting inaction.
And it's been proven that on certain websites, you don't even face a repercussion for using the words as they are. People just started censoring themselves because they feared the potential lack of views and likes and followers which is so nasty itself.
I attended an anti-suicide seminar in college. One of the big takeaways from it was that stigmatizing suicide increases the rate of suicide, because people who are feeling suicidal feel like they can't ask for help. Every time I see babytalk garbage like 'unalive', I think of that.
╰┈➤ content tags: satoru gojo x fem!reader ⚝ comfort ⚝ est. relationship ⚝ fluff ⚝ sfw ⚝ overwhelmed and tired gf ⚝ caring bf ⚝ neurodivergent girl ⚝ pampering session
the house was quiet when you came back, closing the door carefully after spending some time with your friends.
you plopped against the wall, your bag hanging loosely from one shoulder. as soon as you looked up, you found satoru standing in the corner with his arms crossed, and he was pouting.
he didn't mind you hanging out with your friends, but after seeing that picture on instagram in which you were hugging one of the men in the group of friends? nu-huh, missy, he didn't like that at all.
“documentation log, day one.” he said dramatically. “my girlfriend has returned after going in search of a new boyfriend. my fate? to perish alone.”
you looked at him with wide eyes, as if you really didn't know what to say to apologize properly. your ex used to be very confrontational when he got jealous; the very idea of you having male friends made him upset. naturally, you didn't want to upset satoru.
“i... i'm sorry, 'toru." you tightened your grip on the strap of the bag and then dropped it, walking towards him hesitantly. “don't... please, i don't want you to think that-”
“hey.” satoru interrupted you gently, walking up to you and grabbing your face gently. “i'm kidding. i'm not your ex. i'm not gonna question you for having friends.”
he went silent for a moment. “... nor for a hug.” he assured you with a smile and brushed his thumb on your lips. “the only thing that matters to me right now is that you came in exhausted.”
the tension in your shoulders melted little by little, so you hugged him and hid your face in your chest. it felt so good to be in his arms.
satoru hugged you back and without giving you time to react, he scooped you up, then went to the couch and grabbed your favorite blanket. he wrapped you carefully and, before covering you completely, grabbed a small bottle of perfume.
he sprayed some of his own on the fabric. the gesture made you blush, his scent was intoxicating and your brain associated it with a safe place.
“i'm gonna make you your favorite meal, princess.” he murmured after kissing your forehead, giving you a glance and holding back the small laugh that wanted to escape from his lips.
you looked so pretty wrapped up like a burrito.
you, half buried in the blanket, looked up with a mischievous, curious glint. “are you gonna make dino-nuggets?”
satoru nodded and puffed out his chest, he was very proud to be his girlfriend's hero. “my girl deserves the best in world cuisine.” after those words, he turned on the TV and put on a youtube video of fruits dancing to some music before finally going to the kitchen.
you let out a lazy giggle, shuffling your feet under the blanket to the beat of the song. it was a little embarrassing to know that it actually worked to make you feel slightly better, but with him you didn't need to hide any of the things you liked.
in the kitchen, satoru moved quickly; he prepared the nuggets, french fries, and your favorite beverage. when he returned a few minutes later, he was balancing the tray like an expert. “ta-da!” he exclaimed as he set it down on the coffee table. “i specialized in cooking my future wife's safe food.”
you stared at him, stopping the movement of your feet, and your cheeks lit up in a pretty pink blush. “are you proposing to me, babe?”
satoru stopped dead in his tracks, his face was frozen.
he remained silent, watching you as you blinked innocently, as if expectantly. he cleared his throat and sat down next to you, popping one of the french fries in your mouth. “better not talk, sweetie.” he tapped the tip of your nose, hiding his sudden nervousness.
he wasn't going to let that be the proposal, but he didn't dare tell you ‘no’—technically, it was a warning that someday he would. but it had to be special, not with some dino-nuggets.
resigning yourself to remain in doubt, you calmly continued eating and looked back at the screen. satoru watched you eat, restraining the urge to put more food in your mouth only to see your cheeks puffed out like the ones of a little hamster.
last time he tried that, you slapped his crotch by accident.
so instead, he leaned over and kissed your temple. and that's when he felt a sweet warmth in his chest, while whispering against your skin. “if you need it... i can give you a tight hug. sometimes a little bit of pressure helps.”
when you tried to slide your hands off the blanket to be the one holding the plate, satoru took the opportunity to shove a nugget in your mouth, interrupting you once again. yep, he was just as stubborn as you.
“nu-huh, me and the dinos don't like that. see?” he stroked your hair, taking a dino-nugget and making it nod. “when i'm tired, you can return the favor. now... you let me do this.”
you could feel how softly he said it, clinging to you and looking at you as if he were the only person in the world. in a way, you were. to satoru, you were unique and no one could ever compare to you.
“this is the least i can do for the one i love.” he said to you as he put an arm around your shoulders, placing the plate on his lap. you two didn't even realize you were looking at the screen as if you were watching a movie and not some fruits with faces on them.
you just looked down. it wasn't the first time satoru said he loved you, but you still weren't used to someone showing it with actions instead of using empty words. someone that instead of questioning you, he focused on taking care of you, protecting you.
and someone that knew you would do the same for him.
you didn't try to resist anymore and just chewed slowly, fiddling with your hands under the blanket that smelled of him and had that soft texture that comforted you. the same one he gave you on the second date since you were a couple, because he discovered that you liked it.
“i wanna marry you too, honey.” you kissed his cheek, then rested your head against his shoulder. he didn't say anything, because he was already planning the wedding.
── .✦ alaska's note: this is my first fic here so i'm kinda panicking 'cause idk how it'll be received, but i wanted to do this. this is self-indulgent 'cause, well, why not?
getting flagged / semi shadow banned for a fic in 3 days is insane 🧍♀️ reupload dad's best friend fic in a few days? atp imma just make a new dilf oneshot
❝your boyfriend's been acting shady, to keep you stuck with him. you caught him poking holes in the condoms after fucking you | gojo satoru (18+ n/sfw)❞
─── tw / content warnings: babytrapping ⋆ est. relationship ⋆ yandere ⋆ pregnancy ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ controlling & toxic bf gojo ⋆ dead dove do (not) eat.
that's the thing about love; when you look at someone through rose-coloured glasses. all the red flags look like regular flags.
satoru had performed his oscar-level performance; perfect boyfriend. filthy rich, over six feet tall, baby blue eyes.
god, literally any woman would've killed to have him. yet out of the people that threw themselves at him, he chose you. an unsuspecting wallflower.
it was second nature for him to make you feel like you're the center of his world. buying you expensive gifts, or drapping himself over you like a lovesick simpering fool.
and the way he cooed i love you's and sonnets in your sleep — he became your home, best friend and safe haven.
there's always a catch, you never saw when his smiles sharpened whenever someone tried to get too close. never questioned it why he needed to everywhere you went, and pushed you to always keep your phone close.
"communication is key, princess." — when in reality he had full access and was tracking it with manic focus.
at first it was cute when satoru got jealous, when his grip tightened around your waist when another man so much glanced your way.
it was protective of him and not possessive, right?
sooner or later, he subtly isolated and monopolized you. deleting messages from friends, people he didn't approve of, anyone who could plant the seed of doubt in you.
"not everyone has your best interests at heart, you're overthinking again. i'm just lookin' out for you." he'd kiss your forehead, reassuring you with a soft laugh.
he loves you, that's all that mattered. so when satoru brought up the idea of a family, how could you say no?
"you'd look so beautiful, round and glowing with our baby." he'd murmur against your the column of your neck. hearing you laugh, shy and flustered.
the thought of little fingers curling around yours and his. tiny, snowy tufts of hair with doe eyes. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
he played it slow. gentle. letting you believe it was your choice. as if he hadn't already decided for you. "birth control is bad for you anyway, messes up your hormones big time! don't you think it'd healthier to stop?"
one excuse, after another.
"if you're not ready, i'll use condoms."
satoru did it everytime you two had sėx. you saw him do it, he tore the package in front of you. with a grin, he rolled it on his huge cock already dribbling with strings of pre-cum.
then pressing you face down on the pillows with your ass arched high against his back. on all fours. he memorized each detail of your flawless little pussy. fuck me, she's already sopping wet.
"you gonna cum already? look at what you do to me.. nghh, i'm rock fucking hard." he hissed into your ear, his breathing was hot.
before he nudged the fat tip and snapping himself with a brutal stroke down to the hilt. he grinded his teeth, as he heard it pop. "fuckkkk, yes! ohhh, just like that.. angel!"
like a seasoned explorer, his fingers rubbed the small pearl of your clit with insistent circles, watching you tremble in time with each thrust. good fucking girl.
"just choke on daddy's cock, mhnn... here? hm? want me to keep hittin' this spot while i rub this pretty clit?" he tangled his knuckles on your hair, forcing himself deeper your cervix.
his pace became primal and erratic, hitting the deepest parts, going to your g-spot that made your eyes roll back. SLURPPP.
breeding, claiming and owning you was the only thing he wanted now. he kept himself in check, he can't afford to make you leave. not now or ever.
"yessss, yes—mmshit.. show me how well my pillow princess takes it." satoru kept your cries muffled, shoving your head on the sheets. drilling your cunt and brains out. THWACK. THWACK.
the idea of getting you pregnant was enough to make him go feral and cum.
he fucked you like the touch-starved man he was, sucking bruises on your skin while rutting inside you.
afterward, you'd lay boneless and gasping as you orgasm. he got up from the bed to grab a towel to wipe you down.
maybe you never would have noticed or none of this is wrong.
but there he was, in your shared bathroom, hunched over the counter. his fingers moved carefully, pressing a needle through another foil then the latex. over and over.
satoru had been poking holes in the condoms all this time.
the silence dragged on. until he tilted his head towards you, lips curling into an unconcerned smile. "y'caught me red-handed.. is it round two already, sweetness?"
muse's note: in preparation for kinktober. here we have, sintember. i don't romancise my work, removed the banners cuz i got semi-shadow banned 🤕
❝you moved in with your dad's best friend & you caught him jacking off to your panties | gojo satoru (n/sfw)❞
─── tw / content warnings: dilf ⋆ age gap ⋆ pantysniffing / olfactophilia ⋆ power play & imbalance ⋆ obsessive red flag gojo.
satoru had convinced himself that sheltering his best friend’s kid; all grown up was nothing more than a righteous act.
for fuck's sake, he became your personal mother theresa with a trust fund & black card.
the family drama? a toxic cocktail of neglect and betrayal. he never pried for details, though the way you flinched told him enough.
your dad had been his closest confidant back in the day, so offering refuge felt like honouring a debt.
living with you was a special kind of hell. sauntering into the kitchen at 2:00 AM for a melon bun, hair mussed, top riding up, exposing that sliver of skin above your waistband.
satoru would grunt something about “respecting shared spaces,” but his throat went dry when you licked whipped cream off your thumb.
tension coiled sharp and constant. he slammed doors, mocked your tacky nail polish, anything to drown out how much he wanted you.
every rustle of the sheets made his mind race, imagining you all sprawled out and fucking you stupid.
not very saintly, is it?
of course, his ex-wife reira smelled sin like a bloodhound. during her weekly court-mandated visits, she’d glide in, all poison and perfume, to coo over her son, satoshi, while side-eyeing your existence.
through the doorway, you knelt at the coffee table, helping satoshi with his homework.
satoru noticed you wore those fuck-me shorts again, really? clinging to your thighs, the shape of your ass peeking at the crease.
the hunger clung to his ribs and he didn’t realize he’d been staring until reira’s mocking laugh cut through him.
“you look at her like mochi you wanna bite,” reira hissed, lacquered nails digging into the kitchen counter as satoru leaned against the fridge.
satoru didn’t blink, feigning indifference as per usual. “jealous, sweetness? better find a hobby that isn’t me.”
“disgusting.” reira’s voice dropped, venomous. “you’re rotting, satoru. i’ll make sure our son never knows his father’s a desperate, middle-aged—”
“careful,” he’d purred, looming over her. his laugh came out jagged. “you’re here on a judge’s whim, reira. your custody days are already numbered.”
reira left, slamming doors.
the breaking point came later, slick with temptation. midnight. satoru paced the hallway, heading to his room when he saw it, a scrap of black lace crumpled near the bathroom door.
your underwear. discarded. careless.
he froze.
fingers trembling, he pressed fabric to his nose, still damp from the day's heat. the scent hit him first; the sweet musk of your discharge and sweat clinging to the silk.
he really shouldn't. but he did.
satoru inhaled it like it was holy, a groan ripped through his chest. he fumbled his belt open with a hiss, cock springing free, thick and angry.
with a spit-slicked fist, he stroked himself in rough, greedy pulls. SCHLICKKK. SCHLICK. pre-cum dribbled on his knuckles, hips sliding into his hand.
“mmm… y'like that? takin’ it so well for me, angel,” he buried his face on the lace again. christ, he was thinking about how your dripping cunt must’ve glistened like this.
in his head, your back arched was in his bed, begging him to slow down. his pillow princess.
“bet you’d whimper if I pinned y'right here,” he growled to the empty hall, imagining your ass reddened by his palm, face mashed into his pillows, that pretty little pussy milking him raw.
the door rattled.
“…fucking hell,” satoru hastily stuffed the evidence into his pocket, heart slamming against his ribs.
