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[pillsatoru]

𝜗ৎ making satoru hard always leads to one thing

Gojo never understood what personal space meant. Well, not when it came to you.

No one batted an eye because everyone just assumed he was already your boyfriend from the constant touching and the way his hands naturally found yours to hold onto while walking in the school's hallways.

From the moment you two met, he’s been all over you. His nose always pressed against your neck, whispering about how good you smelt. Legs pressing up against yours when you were seated, hand rubbing at the inside of your thigh. His personal favorite was having his head on your lap, face in stomach, idly tracing patterns on your skin as your hands ran through his snowy white hair.

Which would eventually lead to him rearranging your guys. Because that’s what best friends do.

You gently knocked on his door, opening to stick your head inside. “Hi Satoru!” You chirped, making your way inside. Gojo groaned from his bed, being stripped down to only his boxers, scratching at his stomach.

“Hey..” He watched the way you moved to be over him, wrapping your arms around his waist, head pressed on his chest. “I’ve missed you all day, sweets. How was your day, hm?” He whispered, nudging his nose against your temple.

“It was fine. The lab kicked my ass though.” You pouted, thinking back to five minutes ago when you kept messing up the chemicals. “Thank god Shoko was there.”

Gojo hummed, moving his touch to your waist. You two knew this was far too intimate for a friendship, not like either of you cared though. “Shit..” he grunted, feeling his cock begin to twitch. “You’re making me hard.”

You chuckled, kissing his jaw without paying any mind to his hand that was slipping underneath your shorts. “Oops!”

“Is that all you gotta say? Toru junior is begging for your touch.” Gojo whined, gripping hardly at the flesh of your ass. That made you accidentally shift on his lap, giving him a small grind. “Fuck.”

“You better take care of this.”

“I don’t feel like it.” You teased, dragging a finger up and down the sharp lines of his face. “Just jerk off or something.” You moved off his lap, making him furrow his eyebrows. Unfortunately, you didn’t get far before his hands gripped your waist, pulling you harshly back down enough to feel his bulge.

“I said, fix this, sweets.”

And when your best friend begs like that, it’s hard to say no.

“Oh!”

“That’s it, feel every inch.” Gojo coo’ed lowly, pecking at your cheeks. Your hips couldn’t catch a break with every thrust they made.

Your ass recoiled in his hands, cheeks fully spread to help his cock slide in and out. “F-fuck.” Your eyes fluttered shut, grasping onto his shoulders. Gojo grinned, pounding in harder to pound his pretty pink tip right where you needed him the most.

He’s contemplated disregarding condoms, wanting to feel you fully. But seeing the way he still managed to ruin you regardless, he learned to lay it no mind. You swear every time you have sex with him, your mind goes completely blank, only being able to remember his name.

“Sa-satoruuu..” His vein scraped against your walls, balls slapping up at your hole. Your bodies were intertwined, fitting together like a puzzle.

You hugged him close, drooling onto his chest at every thrust he delivered. His hands dug possessively into your thighs, biting back groans. “Missed this so fucking much.” He said before smashing his lips against yours, tongue diving into your mouth. “Missed this pretty cunt.”

“W-we ngh.. we fucked yesterday..” You whined.

“Yeah, it’s been a full day, sweets. That’s sooo long.” He didn’t let go of you for even a second, rubbing your hole in circles teasingly while watching every expression displayed on your face.

“I’ve got this event coming up, need to bring an extra with me.” He said in between kisses. “Come with me.”

“Is it that damn- f-fuck..” You hated when he would try and converse during sex. It was almost impossible to finish a full sentence without moaning.

“Dinner with other interns? Yeah.”

“But.. it’s usually the partners they b-bring with..”

“So?” He flipped you two over, not stopping his thrusts, laying you underneath him. “You’re basically my girlfriend already, taking my big fat cock..”

You chuckled, cupping his cheeks. “Big?”

“Oh?” He tilted his head to the side, slipping out of you with an embarrassingly wet sound. His hard length sprung free, hitting at your folds. “You don’t think it’s big?”

Of course he was. The thing itself weighed a gazillion pounds and barely fit inside you to begin with. “I’ve seen bigger.”

“I’m the only one you fuck around with.” He corrected, gripping the base of his cock before plummeting right back in. “Did you get tighter, princess?”

“N-no!”

Gojo chuckled softly, rocking his hips at the same pace they were going at five seconds ago. He leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing every whimper. “You’re coming?”

“Yes! Ngh fuck m’close!”

“No, pretty.” He snorted, pecking your nose. “I meant to the event, as my girl.”

His voice held such softness that was only used on you, no one else. The way he said it, calling you his girl, made your stomach flip. And it wasn’t because his cock was scarily reaching up there or anything.

“Mhm!” You nodded. Gojo’s lips curled into a grin that you loved seeing so much, the one he always wore right before wrecking you. Without warning, he snapped forward in a powerful thrust, gasping when you clenched down on him.

He didn’t stop, continuing to fuck you until the bedframe creaked like it was about to give out. His muscles flexed under the lighting, hips still pistoning relentlessly as one hand reached up under your shirt to squeeze your breast. “Forgot to pay attention to my girls, I’m sorry babies.”

“You-You’re insane—“

“I know, but I did just make you cum either way didn’t I?” He asked, moving his mouth to bite down your shoulder, trying his best to muffle his moaning as he spilled in you. The condom caught everything, yet you could still feel the sudden warmth emerge.

The room fell silent, only your heavy breaths being heard. Gojo shook in your hold, not yet making a move to pull out. Instead, his large hands cupped your cheeks to wipe away any sweat or tears.

“Go get changed then. We’ve got a dinner to attend.”

art by @/yuannaoi

[fushihearts]

૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა ;; your husband, satoru gojo, who can’t help but pout at the fact that his newborn baby girl sobs whenever she’s placed into his arms! ── ✦⋆🍼.˚

it’s been weeks of this — weeks of satoru tenderly trying to lift your frail newborn daughter from your arms, his tall frame hunched over her and his touch agonisingly gentle, only for her to burst out into tears. he just can’t comprehend it!

“it isn’t fair,” he mumbles, slumped over on the couch after yet another failed attempt at picking her up. “i mean, she has my eyes! in fact, she has all my genes, yet she won’t let me pick her up!”

his tone is scandalised, a hint of betrayal seeping into it; but beyond the usual dramatics, there’s a subtle sense of vulnerability in it too. it’s barely there, hidden behind the light-heartedness of his voice so that you almost miss it.

that’s the kind of skill that satoru has mastered by now: being able to feign confidence in the form of borderline obnoxious mock-arrogance. or rather, being able to divert any concerns you may have with a kind of ease and fluidity that’s got to be at least a little bit concerning.

but you don’t miss it this time. not with the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he stares at the floor, lost in thought. not when he looks so worn down, eroded of his usual playful demeanour, an unfamiliar tiredness written all over his body.

you can see the way his shoulders are lowered a fraction in exhaustion from the situation, and even despite his joking demeanour, you both seem to have noticed the way his voice lacked its usual charm earlier.

“hey, toru..” you murmur, sliding onto the couch next to him. your daughter is still clinging to your shirt, having only just been lulled to sleep by you. she’s finally finished bawling her eyes out at the sight of her own father. “don’t be like that…it’s nothing. she’ll grow out of it.”

“no, you don’t get it sweets! she must know something…” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i mean, whenever she looks at me with those huge blue eyes, it’s like she’s staring right through me. she must know something i don’t!” with that, he drops his head into his hands with a groan.

you’d laugh at the irony of his words if it weren’t for the defeated look on his face. of all things, you’d never expected to hear satoru gojo complaining about the unsettling nature of the piercing-blue eyes that she’d inherited from him. nonetheless, you gently move your free hand to stroke his back, your voice soft as you rub soothing circles.

“hey, no…she’ll come around soon enough.”

“but what if she doesn’t?” he looks up, pouting once more. “what if i’ve done something wrong? maybe i messed up my first impression or something!”

“…toru, don’t be silly, i don’t think newborns care about first impressions.”

he sits up slowly, assessing your words as his eyes fall once more upon the baby in your arms. her snowy eyelashes flutter slightly as she snoozes, tiny hands curled up against her body. one of her chubby cheeks rests against you as she snores, her tiny chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale she takes. tentatively, satoru brings a hand to run over her small leg, fingers running over the soft fabric of the fluffy bear socks on her feet courtesy of his impulse buying.

he snorts sadly at that, remembering the way he had been so excited to spoil her. he’d ran around, desperate to find only the very best for his sweet daughter: bags of baby toys, soft socks, cute baby outfits and pacifiers. he’d spent hours researching the quality of each, scrolling through reviews, diligently ensuring that his daughter would receive only the best — only for her to sob at the mere sight of his face.

it’s a kind of irony satoru can’t bear. because ultimately, in the eyes of the newborn in your arms, he’s no longer satoru gojo. he’s simply…nothing. stripped of being the strongest, stripped of his usual defence mechanism of feigned-confidence, stripped of his ability to win her over with expensive toys and clothes. he’s left vulnerable, stuck with the discomfort of it all. maybe he isn’t cut out for this. maybe he isn’t cut out for fatherhood.

you study his face, frowning at the way his brows are pinched and his features have melted into something much more vulnerable, tired. he looks deep in thought, barely registering the fact that one of his legs is tapping anxiously. he just stays sat there, eyes absentmindedly resting upon your daughter, zoned out.

your heart aches a little. it’s a strange sight, to see your usually-bold husband reduced to this unfamiliar state, hands tensed in his lap like he’s not sure what to do with himself.

so, you decide to take action yourself.

tenderly, you lift your daughter and quietly place her into satoru’s arms, silently willing her not to wake just yet. you’re not quite sure how you or your poor husband will cope if she does — and the idea of having to lull her back to sleep whilst simultaneously looking into satoru’s face of pure disappointment is one you’re not particularly fond of.

the second the baby is in his arms, satoru tenses up, thrown off-guard for a moment at the sudden action. however he then slowly begins to pull her closer to his chest, arms cradling her more securely now. it’s a bit awkward at first, because for once your poor husband hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself to hold her: no half an hour pep talk in the mirror as usual, no rubbing vanilla baby lotion into his hands before attempting to hold her — after all, apparently the scent of vanilla is soothing to young babies. hours of extensive research and a couple of youtube tutorials on how not to make your newborn daughter cry have taught him that much, at least.

much to his surprise, though, despite his total lack of preparation this time around, she seems to warm up to his touch immediately. despite being fast asleep, she nuzzles her tiny cheek against his chest a little, angling her head just a fraction inwards towards his warmth.

sure, maybe they’re just baby steps, if you can even call them that. but for the first time since his sweet daughter was born, satoru has actually been able to hold her without being subjected to sobs and screams. he tries to fight a tiny smile, and your heart flutters at the sight.

he stays stood there in silence, eyes crinkled in fondness as he peers down at the sleeping girl in his arms, cradling her like she’s precious. and after a few minutes of standing like that, a single, tiny tear begins to form in the corner of his eye, not quite falling yet. it stays there for a few seconds, clinging to soft dove-white lashes before the salty water finally rolls down his face, just barely brushing over the edge of his cheek.

with a tiny sniff, gojo quickly manages to recover his composure, letting his typical confident grin return back onto his features and simultaneously trying to pretend that his eyes aren’t currently going blurry with the threat of fresh, brand-new tears.

“ah— i knew it, so you do like me..!” he chokes out a weak laugh as he addresses the sleeping newborn, his voice half-subdued in a poor attempt at being quiet so as not to wake her. he dramatically crooks his head downwards, his ear right up next to your daughter’s face as though trying to ensure he can hear her better before he speaks up again. “…soo, this means that i’m the favourite parent, right??”

the nerve of him!

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[mayegasm]

toji's girlfriend who likes to pole dance in their living room but he doesnt have real money so he throws megumi's monopoly money on her

[hangenism]

♡ ⸝⸝ post nut clarity w satoru 🤫 ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ cw: suggestive ⸝⸝ fluff

“holy shit.”

satoru let his head fall against the pillow with a soft thud, closing his eyes as he exhaled. his white hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and his chest heaved with each breath.

“i know,” you murmured. you brought your hand to your face and sighed softly.

“that was… i don’t even have words, i—” he trailed off, shaking his head.

then, without warning:

“i think i wanna marry you.”

suddenly, you were wide awake.

you blinked at him. "what?"

the words barely processed in your head. your mind still felt foggy from your orgasm, so the last thing you expected to hear was this.

“marry me,” he repeated, rolling onto his side to face you. a lazy grin tugged at his lips. “so we can do that a hundred more times.”

you stared into his eyes, searching for any sign that this was some sort of sick joke.

“you don’t mean that.” you chuckled awkwardly, averting your gaze. 

“i do.” he said firmly. “this is not me officially asking but…" his voice softened "i just had to say it.”

without a word, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. your heart was racing as his confession sunk in. marriage? he wanted to get married? the thought alone made your stomach twist in knots.

after a beat, he whispered, “well...what do you say?” his voice quivered and you realized—satoru was scared.

you felt kind of bad for him. poor guy probably didn't even realize what he'd let it slip until it was too late. even though the idea of marriage frightened you a little, you turned to face him, a quiet smile breaking through.

“yes.”

reupload with some changes more gojo

[jjsloverre]

pt. 2 coming tonight , a father’s day special 😉

[breaaaaaaaaa]

tbh the love island audience is becoming super male centered idk how to feel…

[snksd]

obx relationships as songs ༘˚⋆𐙚

jiara - cinderella, mac miller ⋆𖦹.✧

[wildnickk]

[literalangl]

I hate when guys ask me if i ‘send’

how bout you ‘send’ me money instead??

[jjsloverre]

so sorry about the inactivity, will be writing today!

[funnythingsidk]

MAHORAGAA HELP HELEPPPP HELP ME HEEELPPPPP HELP MEE MAHORAGAAAA

[awkwardbrunettegirl]

My biggest kink is being loved

[pillsatoru]

you and nerd!jo were good friends, so you weren't surprised when a text came from him late at night asking for you to come over to his place, with snacks, of course. 

one small problem. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"take my pants off." he ordered. 

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

oh wow. he's huge. 

like, really, really huge. 

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

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

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

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

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

your back was arching, arms wrapped around his waist. 

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

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

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

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

extra : 

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

you responded with a nod. of course you were going to go out with him. there was no way you would let anyone else get dicked down by him, ever. he was yours now, and you were his.

[katieron]

[girltalk]

♡ some days will feel heavy and hard to carry. that doesn’t mean you are failing, it simply means you’re human. it’s okay to feel those things and move through them. sending love, always ♡

[jjsloverre]

megumi and yuji so damn fine in s3 i cannot contain myself