sorry just thinking about toji with a huge dick. that’s all
mdni.
“poor thing…had she forgotten me already?” toji’s fingers sink into the plush of your thighs, wrenching them even further apart as he lets his tongue roll out, a fat wad of spit splashing! against your puffy cunt.
you whine loudly, big eyes glancing down to where your bodies connect, or rather, attempting to, toji’s fat tip has barely made it past your impossibly tight first ring of muscle. it happens every time he leaves on a mission for too long— without his dick stretching your pretty hole daily, making it fit after a while is always a hardship.
“tojiiii—” your lips curl into the cutest pout, before they part again in a moan when he rolls his hips, a couple more inches managing to get swallowed by your pretty cunt. “thaaaat’s it,” he hums gruffly. “nice and slow, eh? aren’t you glad i’m going easy on you?”
you nod, fingers finding toji’s face, sliding up his cheek before getting tangled in his raven locks. he doesn’t even need you to tell him, folding over and effectively dwarfing you underneath him, lips finding yours in a filthy kiss. he uses the distraction to his advantage to thrust in further, greedily swallowing your cry as he licks inside your mouth.
you’re so wet there’s barely any friction against your walls, but his girth is so impressive you need a while to adjust. “please tell me you’re all the way in,” you gasp, open mouth moving against his. toji laughs, laughs at your wishful thinking.
“all the way in? ‘m barely over halfway in, gotta be a big, brave girl for me and take it all, hm? gonna do that for me?”
your other hand finds his shoulder, nails digging into the bloated muscle to leave red crescents. “j-just be quick, i want you to fuck me.”
his lips twist in a dangerous grin. “that, i can do.”
because when he finally does manage to bottom out, his merciful facade flies right out of the window. the moment his heavy balls meet the fat of your ass, he’s manhandling your legs up, up, up until your knees are brushing the sides of your face.
“toji, oh god— ah!” your head falls back against the pillows, neck forced at an awkward angle as he positively rearranges your guts. the sounds he coaxes out of your squelching pussy are sinful, sprays of slick coating his pelvis more with every angry thrust.
“theeeere she is,” he groans, full mouth of pearly whites on show as he grins, a crazed glint in his emerald eyes as he watches his cock disappearing and getting hugged by your snug walls over and over again. “see? just needed her toji to be gentle to take me like the naughty little thing she is.”
and it doesn’t take long for you to not be able to form an articulate sentence, let alone a thought, slurring and babbling toji’s name over and over in-between your screams of pleasure. his fat thumb draws tight, mean circles over your swollen clit, pad sliding smoothly after being stuffed in your mouth to get it all nice and wet.
“—mmh cum, m’ gonna cum!” you choke out right before your orgasm overtakes you, crashing into you so violently. you squeeze him so hard toji worries for a split second you might actually cut his dick off, but the thought is soon washed away by his own release, balls and abs tightening as he spills inside you.
he stays still for a few minutes after, hovering over you and panting until his arms feel too heavy, but he still makes sure to gently lower your legs before collapsing on the mattress next to you. you immediately curl into his side, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you feel his cum oozing out of your spent hole.
“y’know,” toji speaks up after a while, folding an arm under his head. “i feel like she needs a bit more stretching, i was away for a long time, wasn’t i? gotta get her back in shape.”
with that, you realized your night was far from done.
/ big dick toji we love you also two posts in a day? never happening again
you stirred slowly out of your sleep from wet, slick sounds pumping into your ears. you were laying on your stomach, having to straighten up and slightly look over your shoulder to see . . .
you tried blinking open your eyes more to clear your bleary vision, seeing rin’s figure hovering over top of your legs. and he was . . . you couldn’t yet make out what he was doing.
“hah. . . ah. . . mmnn. . .” rin shuddered mouse-quiet whimpers that accompanied the consistent wet sounds.
and now you figured it out.
“r—rin?” you whispered, your voice raspy with sleep.
rin immediately stilled, a tiny hiccup halting his desperate pants. his eyes, which were slightly wet from a flustered heat, widened slightly.
“you’re awake— i wasn—”
“are you jerking off on me?” you interrupted him.
“m’sorry,” he whimpered, tugging his pants up. “i—i was just— m’not trying to be weird i swear—”
you let your upper body once again collapse on the bed, feeling too exhausted to even stop him. or maybe it was the fact you were actually turned on at how pathetic he seemed right now.
“whatever,” you murmured into the pillow, already closing your eyes to try and go back to sleep. “just don’t wake me.”
rin let out a shaky exhale. he pulled his pants slightly down again — though a little hesitant. however, he was super horny. he couldn’t help but give in to the feeling. seeing your body laid out like this; in shorts that make rin struggle to look anywhere else and a tank top that you put far too much trust in — it made blood rush to his dick fast.
he leaned forward a bit, his arm stretching out to rest his hand on the mattress near your torso to steady himself. his free hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, pumping up and down at a fast pace.
in a desperate attempt for more sensation, he pressed his sticky and red tip into the cleft of your ass, a whining groan escaping his spit-glossed lips as he did so. he began rubbing himself against you, swallowing back his weak moans. the faster he got, the more he trembled. both from the overheating pleasure and the fear of waking you up again.
his panting got shallower as he neared his release. he sucked back on saliva that almost dripped from his parted messy lips as his pace slightly quickened again.
“g’nna. . . c—cu— a. . .ahh. . .” he whined, his dick beginning to shoot sticky, warm ropes of cum onto the fabric of your shorts.
his hand pumped along his base more as he kept splurting out more cum, his thighs shaking from the stimulation gradually getting more and more intense.
“mmmmnn. . .” he mumbled shakily, finally pulling his hand away and pulling his pants back up.
he slowly set himself back at your side, his face sweaty and flushed from his orgasm and the energy it took to stay quiet for you.
he just couldn’t have waited. waking up in the middle of the night, feeling restless from how horny he was — seeing your sleeping frame didn’t make anything better. so he had to give himself a release somehow!
the happiest you've ever seen satoru gojo is when you told him he could fuck you without a condom for the first time.
it's not like he minded using them, in fact he still thinks it's responsible to use protection, even if you are on the pill. he just thinks he's lucky he gets to touch you at all.
but he has always wondered what your raw pussy would feel like, how your velvet heat would contract around his cock, no barrier separating the two of you.
you dragged him to your dorm after class and got right to the point, shoving your tongue down his throat and straddling him. not before long, his jeans were shoved down to his ankles and he was hovering over you, obviously very nervous.
"toru– just put it in" you groaned in annoyance, trying not to just fuck into him yourself.
"m'sorry..." he whined, pushing his glasses up with one finger and glancing down at where his dick sat against your glistening folds, throbbing and twitching with anticipation. just the sight pulled a little whimper from him. he's always cum a bit quicker than some of the other guy's you've dated, but he just can't help it! you're the first girl he's ever been with, probably the prettiest he's ever talked to.
"okay..." he took a breath, trying to calm himself down before reaching down and taking his cock in his hand, lining the leaking tip up with your entrance.
when he finally does push in, he's panting, grip on your hips so tight you know you'll have little finger tip shaped bruises there afterwards. "oh– fuuuuck–" he moans whorishly once he buries himself to the hilt, clenching his eyes shut and breathing so heavily you think he might pass out. your pussy is just so much more warm like this, he can feel every ridge of your gummy walls fluttering around him, begging him to move.
"m-move some" you breathe out, not used to how different his cock feels like this. your hands are braced on his broad shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin when he doesn't move a muscle.
his eyes are still closed, his glasses nearly falling off of his face. you can hear him whining faintly, body so stiff it's making you uncomfortable for him.
you decide to take matters into your own hands, bucking your hips up so his dick slides further into you. apparently, that was a bad idea when his reaction was an immediate iron grip on your hips, and loud, pathetic moan. "fuck!" he buries his flushed face in your neck, jaw slack and breath fanning against your skin.
he came. he came having not been inside you for even a minute. you can't help but huff a suprised sound, that soon turns into a full body laugh.
he lifts his head from the crook of your neck at that, eyes wide and glassy like he was going to cry. "don't laugh! s'not funny..." he's mortified, he came like a virgin just because of the lack of a little piece of plastic. "m'sorry baby..." he seems genuinely apologetic, he hates that he couldn't make you feel good.
you shush him, reaching up to card your fingers through his silky white hair, scratching his scalp lightly and watching as he leans into the contact. he's convinced you're mad at him, that you think he's pathetic. "i don't mind, toru" you coo, which earns a relived sigh from him in return. your voice is soothing when you speak, "let's go again, yeah?"
𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓇𝓃༯ Going to the Orlando metro area with my man and my best friend.
𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒾ℊℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂༯ Fulfillment, meaning, and peace. Also to become an actress but also a figure for other black women and guide us till I can't anymore.
𝒮ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓉༯ I literally can't choose but artist that I'm rarely gonna skip are: Miguel, Beyoncé, Megan Thee Stallion, Iyla, & Arctic Moneys.
hair color: i have a split dye, one side is my natural brown the other side is pink and green
favorite colors: pink and green (shocker, i know)
favorite drink: big fan of ice water
one thing you love about yourself: my own sense of humor, i genuinely believe i’m the funniest person on the planet
if you could be any animal, what would you be: a chihuahua specifically owned by myself or my husband. we love our little ratdogs 🫶
dream place to visit: i’ve always wanted to go to new zealand, ireland and greece
one thing you’re looking forward to right now: i’m going to the beach tomorrow!
my biggest dream: i’d love to own an animal rescue 🥺
song permanently on repeat: currently summer disease by millington
no pressure tags: @satorusdollie @satorusdreamer @hotties4gojo @satoruined @lunarkyn @oporotheca @iamsoclone @serpenttine @plaguecxlt @siennayaps + whoever would like to join
You and Satoru were sitting on his obnoxiously large bed as you fumbled to turn the live stream on. Your viewers have been begging for a Q&A session.
“Hey guys! Welcome back to another live stream. I’m here with Satoru — as usual.” He gave you a sideways glance. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Before you could even come up with a response, the comments came flooding in.
jlawhusband: KISS yooo who said that 👀
meow4toru: LOOK AT HIS SMIRK OH MY GAWD
kugi-nobara: i need your skincare routine.
You squinted at the screen. “Guys, tone it down, will you? You guys are crazy, except you, Kugi. I’ll do a video on my routine.” Satoru laughed, “They’re always weird, no? Can’t blame them.” He stretched one of his hands and rested it over your shoulder. “We are that couple.”
Rolling your eyes, you opened your phone and scrolled through the list of questions sent by your followers. “Okay, first question,” grinning, you turned to your boyfriend. “How whipped are you on a scale of one to ten?”
He blinked at you, pale eyebrows furrowing in thought before he answered, “Eleven.” He turned to the camera, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So don’t even think about flirting in the comments.”
toegay_inu: Yooo chill this feels targeted towards me 😕😕
m4k1i1: That’s because it is. Stop shooting your shot, they never land.
You giggled as your boyfriend gradually got redder every time someone made a weak attempt to flirt with you. “I just said off limits, guys! Take a hint.” Sulking, he took the phone and scrolled to the next question.
“Right,” he deadpanned, a pout settling on his lips as he turned towards you, “Who the hell asked if you’re single?”
You couldn’t help the laugh that snuck past your lips, “Oh my god? Did they actually?”
Satoru’s brows knitted together as his cheeks turned pink. “I will seriously start banning some of you from these streams!” You laughed louder, resting your hand on his shoulder. “Toru, you can’t do that!”
He mumbled something about doxing people before you swatted his arm and continued. “Okay, this one is asking us to react to the edits on TikTok. That seems okay.” Satoru seemed to perk up at this. “Awesome!” Babe, do you think they have those ship edits of us?” Giggling, you replied, “Baby, doesn’t that only happen when people aren’t dating?”
He rolled his eyes, “Whatever potato, potahto.”
The first edit that popped up was one for Sukuna. Gojo had connected his phone to his TV so you could aim the camera at it as well.
“Bend over and take this dick —”
“Woah!” You both practically screamed in unison, jumping into each other’s arms as if what you had just witnessed was a crime against humanity.
sukunas4thwife: OH MY GOD THATS MY EDITT!!1!1!1
hearts-yorozu: my man my man my man
fushiguro_m: ???
Clearing your throat, you scroll past the video, “Moving on.”
The next seems to be a wholesome edit of you and Satoru, different clips of your various vlogs stitched together to some soft music with the caption “dream relationship.”
Both you and Satoru cooed at the video, watching it on repeat a few times. “Awww, Toru. This is so cute! Look at us,” you pointed to a clip of you two baking from one of your first videos; flour was smeared across his face while he chased you around with a dollop of icing on his finger.
Then, Gojo looked as if he had a lightbulb moment: “Let’s search up my name.”
You almost instantly regretted letting him do that.
The edit opened with him laughing, head thrown back while his oval sunglasses rested prettily on his face. The next clip was of him licking his lips — but they conveniently cropped out the cake from the video. Then came the shirtless gym video…
“Oh?” Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Satoru stammered, clearly trying to recover the situation as sensual music played over and over as the video looped. “I-I uh forgot that was posted…” You snatched your phone back. “Clearly. Now everyone on live just witnessed that!”
Peering over, you checked the comments, and to your dismay, they were definitely swooning.
hi-bara: DAMN BRO
gojol0verr: I’m looking respectfully.
satorusfan1: I’M LOOKING DISRESPECTFULLY
The comments just kept coming, practically overloading the screen with over-the-top compliments. Satoru leaned back, resting his hands behind his head. “What can I say? The ladies and gents love me.”
You groaned, deciding the best course of action was to retaliate and look up your own name.
Your edit was more intimate, with soft colouring and a sweet song, editing you as if you were the dead wife at the start of a movie. You watched as clips of your own face were pieced together most beautifully.
Satoru sighed dreamily, “Wow.”
The comments seemed to echo his expression.
st4r-kirara: i’m in complete awe
shoko_i: Ruin my life. Please?
drakesux: i will fight Gojo.
Satoru’s face shifted again; this time, instead of being possessive, he seemed to be in awe of the edit and actually agreed with the viewers instead of arguing.
“Yeah, all mine by the way.” He leaned over, pressing an obscenely sloppy kiss to your cheek before returning a cheeky grin to the camera.
.✦ ݁･˖ ℛ.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ݁･✧˚. would stay inside his pretty wife, forever if he could. 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ꒰Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Trueform!Sukuna ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ belly bulge ⋮⋮ intimate sex ⋮⋮ kissing꒱
Sukuna’s chamber was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single oil lamp that burned low on the far table. The faint glow of flickering flames danced across the wide futon. You're laying on your back in the center of the silk sheets, thighs spread wide around Sukuna’s powerful hips.
The weight of him presses you deep into the bedding, four massive arms caging you in, four crimson eyes stay locked on your face with an intensity that steals your breath with every passing moment.
One of his massive cocks fills your cunt, stretching you open so completely that every tiny shift of his body sends jolts of overwhelming fullness through you. He's been inside you for so long that you've lost all sense of time.
It feels like hours his cock has been keeping you full, letting you feel every inch of him. The burn in your muscles deepening with every breath. Your legs tremble from holding the position you're in.
Sweat cools on your skin. Tiny droplets tracing paths down your sides. Yet the heat radiating from Sukuna wraps around you like a living flame, keeping you warm, while his first cock rests heavy and thick against your tummy. Its warmth seeping into your skin where the fat head is nestled perfectly in the soft dip of your navel. Thick, sticky precum dribbles steadily from the slit, filling that little hollow and spills over where the taut skin beneath your belly grows warmer from inside out. The sensation makes your breath hitch.
You can feel the way your own pussy drips around his second cock, sweet juices soaking his girth and the sheets below with every flutter of your walls. Sukuna felt every little pulse, every flutter of your walls around his massive length. Your cunt's molded itself to him now, gripping him tightly and welcomes him deeper with each subtle shift as you clench helplessly around his massive length, pulsing and squeezing as if trying to pull him in even deeper.
Your fingers are fisted tight in the silk sheets, knuckles white, the fabric's scrunched up in your palms so hard that if you let go, the imprints of your grip would remain. Every muscle in your body felt deliciously sore already. The kind of ache you knew would linger tomorrow and remind you exactly who had claimed you so thoroughly.
Sukuna moves with aching gentleness. He fucked his cock into you slowly. Just a little more with each rock of his hips, pushing a little deeper, then easing back only to press forward again. Every thrust paired with a tender-rough kiss to your neck. He's sucked purple kisses into your skin, marked you as his, over and over again, he can’t help himself.
This was one of those long nights, where he had you right where he wanted you. His version of making love to his sweet wife involved this slow worship. He kissed your beautiful skin. He felt your warmth and revelled in the pace of your heartbeat under his palm. The way your blood circulated throughout your body hypnotized him. It captivated him completely alongside the tight constricting heat of your cunt around his cock.
Wet squelches were significantly audible now, sopping wetness that flowed out thickly from your cunt, made them most prominent in the quiet room. He loved those lewd noises. He loved the scent of you even more. The warm salt of your skin. The sweetness of your hair and the sweet, heady aroma of your arousal that hung thick in the air around you both. His eyes traced every detail of you.
The heat across your cheeks. The way your lips trembled. The subtle sheen of sweat making your breasts glisten. He noticed how your nipples peaked in the cool air, noticed the rapid rise and fall of your chest. The soft thrumming of your heartbeat under his fingertips calmed him. Love made him drink in all of it. You were his. Utterly and perfectly his.
By now, you started to whine as the pressure built unbearably.
“s'too much...haaah...Sukuna-” The words left your lips high pitched and dazed. Voice coming out soft and breaking on little incoherent babbles when another slow thrust nudged his thick cockhead against that deep, sensitive gummy-soft spot inside you.
Sukuna shushed you gently, lips brushing your ear. “Shh, little wife. I know. I know it stretches you so full. But you are taking me so well. Just a little more. Let me feel you.”
His crimson eyes drank in every detail of your face, the way your lashes fluttered, the way your lips parted on little gasps as he rocked into you more intentionally but tenderly. He knew he was big. Everything about him was. He always tried so hard not to overwhelm you. Yet the stretch of his huge cock already did that. Your body always tried its hardest to take him. It fluttered and clenched around him. You wanted to cum.
The need to is excruciating but his resilience held him back from fucking you roughly. He wanted to savor you first and only then he'd make sure to fill you full with his cum, and leak him for days. Pump load after load into you and watch your lower tummy swell with him. It was always so much. It always had been and always will be.
Right now, he savoured you. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, then his gaze left your face. He looked down at your body, eyes focused on your breasts. The slight movement of them every time you heaved for air entranced him.
The way Sukuna took his time was excruciating. One of his lower hands trailed from your shoulder down your sweat-slicked skin, cupping the soft weight of your breast. He stroked it tenderly, thumb brushing over the nipple before pinching it lightly and tugging the stiff bud. It grew firmer instantly under his touch, so sensitive and soft.
You arched with a quiet cry, and Sukuna groaned low in his throat as he leaned forward to capture your nipple between his lips, mouth closing around it tenderly as he sucked gently at first, with slow devotion. Then harder, tongue swirling and teasing around the taut bud while his hips continued those shallow, devastating thrusts.
Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Slowly, his hands moved down, two big palms finding purchase on your soft curves. His eyes followed the expanse of your body as he gripped your waist lightly, both thumbs pressing on the swell there, his first cock still resting on your lower tummy, smearing thick, warm precum on your skin.
He massaged the sticky mess, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your bloated lower tummy. Feeling his other cock under your skin, shift as he moved and began fucking into you deeper with purpose, now that he had a proper hold on you. Pulling you down on his cock to meet his thrusts.
You cried out. It felt so good, yet it was too much. The fat tip of his cock meeting the puckered tight entrance of your cervix, bullying it sweetly. More and more, it yielded gradually. You felt him so deep. So impossibly deep. Body trying so hard to take him. Your walls fluttered and clenched, milking his thick cock with every movement. The pressure built inside you, excruciatingly perfect, until it finally broke.
The intensity crashed over you. You came hard, body shaking as your pussy milked his cock with powerful spasms. Sweet juices gushing around him. Sukuna's control finally snapped. He held you tighter, four arms wrapping around your trembling body as he fucked into you with desperate, deep strokes claiming you completely.
His second cock rubbed hot and heavy against your tummy, smearing more precum across your skin. With a guttural growl he buried himself to the hilt and came. Heavy pulses of thick cum flooded the narrow channel of your cunt. So much of it. Your lower belly swelled visibly with the warmth of him. You felt every spurt, every throb, walls milked him greedily, drawing out every drop as he emptied himself inside you.
He stayed buried deep, arms cradling you close while the last tremors ran through both of you. His forehead pressed to yours. Crimson eyes soft in the dim light as he looks at you with something close to wonder.
“My perfect wife,” he murmured, voice rough and low. One hand stroked your swollen tummy, he pressed gently feeling the evidence of his release there. “So full of me. So good for me, always.”
You whimpered softly. Your cunt still fluttering around his cock. Yet you smiled up at him, arms wrapping around his neck. Sukuna kissed you slow and sweet, savouring the taste of your lips. The warmth of your breath. The way your body yielded so completely to his. He noticed the way your lashes brushed your cheeks when your eyes closed. He noticed the faint tremor in your thighs still wrapped around him. Noticed how your pulse slowed under his palm. Every detail etched itself into him. His wife. His light in the endless darkness.
He would stay like this for a while longer, still warm against and inside you, savouring every pulse, every shared breath, every quiet moment where the King of Curses could simply hold his beloved wife and feel utterly at peace. Outside, the night continued on. Inside, wrapped in each other, time held no meaning. Only love and the burn of pleasure remained.
vacation shenanigans with bf!katsuki bakugou / sfw
the newfound peace came with a many benefits, for both the community and the heroes— mainly, more free time. of course, the job of a pro hero still came with a tight schedule - patrols, events, paperwork - but at least you could count on a couple weeks out of the year where katsuki could shed the name dynamight and be only yours.
to properly escape anything that could tie him to work, you always decide to escape to some place far, hiding away from your responsibilities and pretend to blend with the common people in another country. this way, you could feel normal. perhaps it was selfish, even mean, but could you really be blamed?
this was also the only times where katsuki was truly relaxed. sure, the edge of hyper-vigilance lingered in the man 24/7, but at least his nerves weren’t as tense and tight as the strings of a violin.
one would think katsuki bakugou is a nightmare to travel with, and they’re right, to some extent, but you’re all good if you can stick to his schedule, which he keeps not-so-strict to meet your needs as well. he learned to do so after your first vacation together, where he woke you up at the ass-crack of dawn to go on a hike and you kicked him in the groin so hard he fully believed the bakugou lineage would’ve ended with him.
the thing you loved the most about leaving the planning to him, though, was that he was going to positively spoil you rotten— top quality hotels or all-inclusive resorts, high-end restaurants and shopping trips where you could almost max out his card. you always failed at the last one, though.
so now you’re strolling through the streets of a small town in italy, hand in hand, as your heels click against the cobbled path. you’re up in the northern region, so even if it’s summer, the pleasant evening breeze called for a shawl to cover your bare shoulders in the pretty dress you chose to wear for dinner.
“are we there yet?” you ask, glancing up at katsuki, whose eyes are trained on the maps app on his phone. “mhm, almost,” he hums. “but this fucking place is a maze, i can barely tell which tiny ass road is the one we actually have to turn in.”
you giggle, squeezing his hand as a subconscious reflex. “you know, if you only told me where we’re going i could help you look at the map?”
“no,” he shakes his head stubbornly. you sigh, but the smile on your lips stays.
eventually, you make it to the destination right on time for your destination— had it been even a minute later, and katsuki surely would’ve been grumpy about it the whole night. the place is gorgeous, a historical building turned restaurant with tables placed outside at the front, under a beautiful pattern of ivy snaking around a wooden grid. the sun hasn’t set yet but there’s lit candles on every table already, a faint smell of wax mixing with conversation that gets carried in the air.
katsuki puts his english skills to use to get you seated, a vein in his temple bloating when the poor waiter’s language knowledge is rather disappointing. as you’re shown to your table and your boyfriend holds the chair out for you to sit down, it’s not without a snarky comment. “half the people here are foreigners, and they can’t even bother to hire people who can communicate with costumers properly?”
“honey, the guy could’ve been a native speaker and he still would’ve stammered with you burning holes in his face like that.”
when he finally settles down as well, his lips curve in a small pout. “i wasn’t looking at him weird.”
“it’s your rbf— resting bakugou face.”
he snorts at that.
the night proceeds smoothly. you order a bottle of red wine - katsuki doesn’t let you look at the price of the menu - and fill the wait for the food by dipping bread in a small bowl filled with delicious olive oil. between bits of conversation with your boyfriend, your eyes can’t help but naturally gravitate toward the couple sat at the table next to yours.
you can’t make out what they’re saying, but it’s clear by their body language that she is pissed, and he’s stumbling over his every other word of what seems like an apology.
“oi,” katsuki snaps you out of your thoughts with a light tap of his shoe against your ankle. “you with me?”
“they’re arguing,” you nod to the side in the subtlest way you can manage. “but i can’t understand what they’re saying.”
ruby eyes flit to the couple for a split second before settling on your face again. “you want me to ask them to please start arguing in japanese so you can understand them?” he cocks up an unimpressed brow. you groan. “ugh, no! just let me be nosy, jeez. also you’re one to talk!”
“what about me?” he asks, confused. “oh, c’mon, every time we have the chance to have lunch together you’re dying to tell me all about your drama at the agency! sure, your delivery is 99% complaining, but you’re not that slick, baby.”
he hides the flush faintly blooming over the apples of his cheeks with a sip of wine, averting his gaze. “because everyone at the agency is an idiot, and they do idiot things.”
“sure they do,” you tease, lips tugging upwards in a grin, but you don’t press any further. he’s so cute when he gets flustered, like a twenty-five year old, six foot-tall baby who was caught stealing candy.
in the midst of conversation, you almost don’t notice katsuki fiddling with his phone for a little bit, gesture you brush off as him checking for something he’s planning to do after dinner. the couple beside you is still arguing, but you’ve lost interest in that as well since you can’t understand them. they sounded german? and neither of you knew german.
eventually that also becomes but a memory when the food is served, mind overwhelmed by the metaphorical dance between your tastebuds and the delectable flavors melting on your tongue.
after dinner, katsuki takes you to get ice cream, then you stop at another wine shop for a couple more drinks until he has to carry you all the way back to the hotel, your heels dangling from the hand that’s holding up your legs. he tries his best to keep his “rbf”, but it’s quite hard when you’re a drunk, giggling mess, slurring whispers in his ear and littering kisses all over his jaw and neck.
when you make it to your room, you give katsuki a run for his money. you try to pounce him at least a dozen times while he peels your clothes off so you can take a bath, letting out a sigh of relief when he finally hauls you into the bathtub and you doze off, and he’s left with a soggy dress shirt and lipstick stains all over his face.
he’s exhausted by the time you settle in bed, lids and limbs heavy as he curls under the bedsheets with you. you’re already halfway there into sleep’s embrace, and katsuki is mid-yawn when he finally remembers he had to show you something.
“hey,” he lazily pokes your forehead with his cheek to call you, getting a weak “mhh?” from you. “gotta show you somethin’,” he slurs, yawning again as he reaches for his phone on his nightstand, momentarily taking the charging cable off.
“can’t it wait tomorrow?” you whine, scrunching your nose as you rub your face into his side. “nope,” he lets the p pop! “you wanted it so bad earlier at dinner, so now you’re gonna come here and read this.”
with a half-frustrated, half-lamenting noise you force yourself up on an elbow, half-lidded eyes squinting at the harsh light of his phone screen. it’s a note, rather long by the looks of it, and you’re so tired the letters get jumbled in your vision.
“kats…what am i looking at?”
“what that couple was saying at the restaurant,” he replies casually. “used the translation feature or whatever, dunno how accurate it is, though.”
that gets your attention. suddenly your eyes widen, and you grab his phone with both hands, almost pressing it to your nose to read it. “oh my god, you did it for me?” you look down at katsuki, who offers a slow nod, a barely-there smile dancing on his lips at your excitement.
so that’s how you fall asleep, reading and commenting the transcript of the restaurant argument, and no matter how much katsuki tries to hide it, he eventually gets wired into the gossip as well, until your mouths feel too heavy to utter a sentence.
he will wake up with his phone’s battery dead in the morning, but it was definitely worth it.
┊┊a/n. based on an actual german couple i saw arguing at the restaurant while on my trip and wished i had a bkg who would translate it for me because i'm nosy asf as fuck :(( uhh not proofread we die like gojo
a/n: MY FIRST KINKTOBER& i prob shouldn't post this so early, but i saw @toruii theme and yeah. there’s a high chance i won’t write ALL of these but i’ll try..see u in 3 months 🥹 comment to be tagged xx
blue lock:
priase kink ft. yoichi isagi , bondage ft. rin itoshi, mirror sex ft. akiu oliver , oral fixation ft. sae itoshi , overstimulation ft. sae itoshi , semi-public sex ft. meguru bachira , somonphilia ft. micheal kaiser , size kink ft. sae itoshi , corruption play ft. rin itoshi , choking ft. shidou ryusei , toys ft. nagi seishiro , hate sex ft. chigiri , cucking ft. isagi & bachira , exhibitionism ft. bunny , daddy kink ft. barou , primal play ft. sae itoshi , breeding kink ft. micheal kaiser
love and deepspace:
temperature play ft. zayne , breeding kink ft. rafayel , marking ft. sylus , edging ft. xavier , uniform kink ft. sylus
Summary: Satoru Gojo ever since starting university has been your nerdy roommate bff who folds your laundry, cuddles you during movie nights, and keeps to himself. Never asking for anything. But behind closed doors he’s been hopelessly in love with you since childhood. The last thing he expected was for that illusion to be shattered when you catch him gagging himself with your panties!
Content warning: porn w/no plot, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalkerish tendencies, voyeuristic thoughts, possessiveness, masturbation, panty theft, s*kuna, jealousy, emotional manipulation, oral (fem!recieving,) friends to lovers, roommates to lovers
Satoru Gojo was the kind of guy who blended into the background. At nineteen, in your little shared apartment, he was the epitome of the nerdy roommate. Blocky glasses perpetually slipping down his nose, messy white hair that he never bothered to style, and a wardrobe full of hoodies, jeans, and graphic t-shirts he often layered over a long-sleeved undershirt. But beneath his unassuming exterior, Satoru was harboring a bottomless desire for you. Ever since first grade, when you'd plopped down next to him on the playground sandbox and declared him your best friend, you had effectively won over his entire heart.
Since then, you e grown up together. Inseparable through elementary school awkwardness and the chaos of high school. While you blossomed into the popular girl everyone wanted, Satoru stayed in the shadows, content with stolen glances and the warmth of your casual affections. You'd kiss his cheek goodbye after sleepovers at his family's place and curled up against him during movie nights. Even his mom adored you, calling you the daughter she never had, baking cookies for your visits. As for Satoru himself, his love for you had taken over in a way that twisted his guts. It was obsessive and all-consuming. The kind of love that made him ache at night.
Now in college, you shared this cheap two-bedroom place to save money. Satoru seemed like the ideal roommate. He did all the chores without whining, especially the laundry. He folded everything so neatly. He would leave the apartment whenever you had guys over, saying he had to study at the library. It gave you privacy.
But that wasn’t the full truth. Doing the laundry had given your dearest friend Satoru an excuse to sneak into your dirty clothes steal your sweet panties for his own use. The scent saccharine enough it had driven him mad. He kept a secret stash under his bed in a box and would breathe them in deep until his dick got hard. Then he wrapped them around his hand and stroke himself. Pretending it was your perfect pussy gripping him tight through the flimsy fabric.
Now, you’d been seeing this guy lately, and Satoru couldn't fucking stand that! Sukuna was the worst. That big tattooed guy you hooked up with sometimes. Satoru hated how that prick touched you, his rough hands on your hips in front of everyone. How you'd would come back to the apartment all flushed, your lips looking kissed too much. Those should have been Satoru's kisses. That’s what his conscious kept chanting over and over like a mantra when even the thought of Sukuna came about.
And of course Satoru would listen through the walls at night when that big idiot came over. The sounds of Sukuna fucking you filled his ears like a melody that left him entranced. That delinquents grunts and your moans, it killed him inside. But he just couldn’t stop! It was the only thing to get him going these days. His hand would move fast on his cock, imagining it was himself inside you, making you cry out his name.
Satoru had fantasized countless times during it. About pounding his length into your tight little hole. (actually all three of them, but he of course had his favorite obviously.) Satoru dreamed of owning your body completely for himself. And what was wrong with your best friend thinking of you in such a manner anyways? He was the one who knew you inside out. He knew how you laughed at dumb jokes, how you stole all the blankets, absolutely everything about you. Sukuna was nothing, just a stand-in for what Satoru could give you if he had the guts.
However once your panties started vanishing more often lately, you began to question what had been going on. mentioned it at breakfast one morning, digging through your drawer with a frown.
“Toru, I don’t know what is going on,” You mentioned it while satoru cooked breakfast one morning, digging through your hamper with a frown. “They keep disappearing. I bought a new pack yesterday because I keep misplacing them it seems.” You sighed before heading to the sink to clean your hands.
Satoru nodded, acting all sympathetic, but his heart raced. He knew he was the one who’d taken your new favorites already. Those pink lacy ones with the little bow. They were still warm when he swiped them too! He just couldn’t resist. You were his everything, his pretty girl, and those stolen pieces let him feel close to you in a way he never dared otherwise. Plus, it’s not like that fratboy-loser Sukuna ever needed to see you in those!
That afternoon, you were out doing errands. Satoru locked his bedroom door and pulled out the pink panties. The cotton felt so soft in his hand, still holding a hint of your scent from when you wore them last. He kicked off his sweats and shoved his boxers down to his knees. His cock bounced free, long and thick, the veins standing out as it throbbed. A drop of precum sat at the tip, shiny and ready. He pressed the fabric to his nose and breathed in hard.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he whined to the empty room, his voice needy and low. “Y’smell amazing. So sweet, like y’re just f’me, yeah?” His tongue slipped out, licking the spot where your wet cunt had been, tasting the salt and the faint tang that made his mouth water.
He shoved the panties into his mouth next, gagging himself to keep quiet. The taste filled him up, and he let out a muffled whine. Satoru dropped back onto his bed, legs spread wide, knees up. One hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing the base before sliding up slow. The skin pulled tight over the head, and he hissed at the friction. He thought about you, how your thighs would feel around his face, soft and warm.
“Wanted this for so long!” he moaned around the cloth, the words coming out sloppy. “Y’re mine, pretty girl….N-not for that asshole Sukuna or anyone. I would fuck you right….s’good…make you feel full until you scream!”
His hand picked up speed, stroking from root to tip with a twist at the top. Precum slicked the way, making each pump louder, wetter. His hips lifted off the mattress, thrusting into his fist like it was you. He pictured you on your knees, mouth open, begging. 'Please, Toru, give it to me nowww.' His other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, feeling them draw up tight. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his glasses getting foggy from the heat. He bit down on the panties, tasting more of you, and his strokes got frantic.
“Gonna fill ya up, baby. Pump you so full of my cum, watch it leak out….H-hah… love you too much, it fucking hurts sometimes….needa taste ya, need to be inside.” He edged himself, slowing down when he got close, dragging out the build. His free hand roamed up his shirt, pinching his nipple hard enough to sting. The pain mixed with the pleasure, making his cock jump in his grip. He imagined your nails on his back, scratching as he rutted deep.
“Yeah, like that…Take it all, my good girl!” Faster now, the bed creaking under him, his breaths coming in pants around the gag. His balls ached, the pressure coiling low in his gut. He was so close, vision blurring, lost in the fantasy of you clenching around him.
The door pushed open without a knock and you stood there, eyes going wide as you took it in. Satoru on his bed, hand on his dick, your pink panties stuffed in his mouth. The air was thick with the smell of his arousal, his face red and sweaty behind the glasses. Fear hit him hard. He grabbed the blanket and threw it over his lap, pulling the fabric out with a gasp. Words spilled out in a panic. “W-wait! I swear…it’s not what it looks like. Shit, I’m so sorry. Please do not hate me…I love ya, okay? I couldn’t help it! I just-mmmh”
You walked right over, hands on his face, and despite his initial fears, kissed him deep. Your tongue pushed in, tasting him back, like you had waited forever. Satoru went still for a second, then grabbed your waist, holding on tight. You broke away just a bit, whispering against his lips.
“I thought you didn’t see me that way Satoru, I’ve always wanted you more than anyone... But we’ve always been just friends…y’never show interest in me…”
Joy flooded him, making his chest tight. His dick pulsed under the blanket, still hard and leaking. “You mean that!?' he asked, voice shaky, eyes wet. “Fuck! I have been miserable without you. Obsessed everyday. Thinking about your skin, your taste, everything. I want you so bad…”
You grinned, a mix of soft and naughty, and nudged him down onto the pillows. “Y’wanna prove it to me, Toru?” You stripped quick, shirt off, pants gone, bra unbuckled, until you were naked on his bed. Legs open wide, your pussy on display. All syrupy with your clit swollen and ready. Satoru stared, then leaned in hungri.
His lips hit your clit first, sucking with just the right pressure. His tongue swirled fast, making your hips buck. “A-aah, Satoru!” you gasped, fingers in his hair, tugging him in. He acted like he owned the place down there, years of dreams guiding him. He licked into your hole, tongue fucking you shallow, slurping up your juices loud and messy. “Y’taste incredible,” he cooed, the words buzzing against you. One hand held your thigh back, the other pushed two fingers inside, curling to rub that deep spot.
He didn’t let up, fingers thrusting with slick sounds, mouth switching to lap your folds then back to your clit. You squeezed around him, wetness coating his hand, dripping everywhere. “C’mon pretty girl,” he urged, voice low. “Cum on m’tongue…dreamed of this so long! Your tight pussy, all for me, yeah?!” His thumb pressed at your entrance with his fingers, opening you a little more, hinting at what he wanted next.
It hit you quick, body tensing, breaths short.
“Nngh, s’close Toru, g’na cum now!” You whined out before eventually your walls were pulsing. Flooding his mouth with your release. He kept going, swallowing it all, moaning as your legs shook, gripping the sheets for dear life.
But it wasn’t over. You pulled him up, kissing him again, tasting yourself on his lips. “That was amazing,” you said softly, hands sliding down to feel the mess. “Y’came without me even touching you?” He nodded, embarrassed but smiling. “Couldn’t help it, sweet girl. Really meant it when I said you’re everything t’me…”
The build was slower, deeper, your hands fisting the sheets. He watched you the whole time, eyes locked on your face, like he was memorizing every gasp. “You’re so beautiful like this,' he murmured. “All tired and needy f’me…yeah? Still wanna get stuffed by m’cock now?”
He crawled up, blanket kicked away, his soaked boxers clinging. You tugged them down, his cock springing out, still half-hard and messy “Wan you…inside…” you pleaded, “love you so much Toru…c-can I-” Satoru kissed you quiet. Before nodding his head shyly. “C-course…anything for you, yeah?” He lined up, rubbing the head against your slit, coating himself in you. Then he pushed in slow, inch by inch, both of you moaning at the stretch.
He filled you perfect, like he belonged. Hips rocking gentle at first, building to deep thrusts. “Love ya,” he whispered with each one. “Always have, sooo fucking much!” You wrapped legs around him, meeting every move. It was not rushed, just right, sealing years of waiting.
When he came again, it was with you clenching around him, both lost in it. Afterward, he held you close, no more secrets between you. He didn’t know how he got so lucky.
thanks to everyone who dmed and checked in on me!! i’m sorry for the late updates and posts for those who didn’t know i’m recovering from surgery <3
also… YES THIS IS A REPOST!! literally no matter how much i reblog nobody is seeing it so im reposting but more aesthetic~ did we not love pervy gojo enough guys??
You’re bouncing on his cock, hips slamming down hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the bedroom, when Satoru lets out a muffled sound.
“Mmmfgh-!”
His head is thrown back against the pillow, snowy hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes rolled halfway up in pure bliss. Your worn black panties are stuffed between his lips, the crotch pressed right against his tongue so your scent and taste flood his senses with every desperate inhale. He’s lost every ounce of composure, he's a whimpering, trembling mess beneath you.
It had started barely twenty minutes ago in the laundry room.
You’d walked in absentmindedly, only to freeze at the sight of Satoru hunched over the hamper, face buried in the same pair of your dirty panties he’s gagging on now. His blindfold was pushed up, cheeks tinted prettily, cock rock-hard and twitching visibly in his sweatpants as he inhaled you like he’d die without it. He’d startled when he saw you, pulling the fabric away with a quick, surprised blink of those striking eyes.
“Well… fuck,” he’d said, a low chuckle slipping out even as his cheeks stayed faintly warm.
“Didn’t expect you to be back so soon...”
You’d felt your own face burn, surprised and a little embarrassed by the scene before you. Instead of scolding him, you’d stepped closer, plucked the panties from his fingers and dragged him to your shared bedroom.
Now he’s paying for it in the best way. You brace both hands on his broad chest, nails digging into pale skin and ride him harder, lifting until just the fat head of his cock stretches your pussy, then slamming back down, again and again.
His muffled moans vibrate against the fabric in his mouth, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His hands clutch the headboard above him exactly like you ordered, knuckles white, veins standing out on his forearms as he fights the urge to grab your hips and fuck up into you.
“Such a needy boy, sniffing my dirty panties like a pervert.”
He whines loudly around the gag, hips jerking helplessly beneath you. His cock throbs violently inside your clenching heat. You don’t let up, grinding in tight, nasty circles that rub your clit perfectly against his base while your walls squeeze him tightly.
His whole body suddenly goes rigid. A desperate cry tears from his throat, muffled by your panties, as he starts to squirt, hot clear fluid floods deep into your pussy. It’s filthy, warm and slippery, leaking out around his shaft with every frantic twitch of his hips. He shakes hard through every spurt, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, moaning as he’s completely lost in the pleasure.
You keep grinding on his cock, hips rolling desperately as the warm, messy load he squirted inside you pushes you right over the edge. Your pussy clenches hard around him, thighs shaking as you cum with a soft moan, slick gushing out to mix with his own fluids and dripping down his balls on the sheets.
Panting, you slow down and gently pull the soaked panties from his mouth. He gasps for air, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny. You brush his white hair from his forehead, still seated on his cock.
“You knew I was coming,” you murmur, watching his face. “You let me catch you on purpose.”
Satoru meets your gaze, still flushed and breathing hard. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his swollen lips.
“Yeah… I knew,” he admits, voice rough and smug.
“Wanted you to walk in on me like that. Wanted you to take over and fuck me stupid.” He lets out a breathless chuckle.
Smiling, you lean down and kiss him.
“You're so dirty...” you whisper. He shivers under you, that smirk still on his lips as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.
"..just calling to say goodnight" trend with ex husband!toji nsfw. petnames, afab!reader.
The phone didn't ring for long; not before a gruff "Yeah." was heard from the other side, along with some rustling. You muted to contain your laughter. It's been almost a year now since you called him just because. Toji sighed, "Hello? Don't start your bullshit again, doll."
And there's the notorious pet name that he absolutely refuses to drop. Unmuting yourself, you replied. "Hi, Toji. Yeah um-" you muted again, a giggle slipping through. "Yeah I just wanted to call."
Toji went silent for a moment. "Yeah? For what?" Toji hesitated, "If it's about megs, I did not send him to school with medicine in his backpack - swear."
You clicked your tongue. "What? What the hell are you talking about? I was just calling to say goodnight." He responded with more rustling, which sounded as if he were readjusting himself in bed. "To say goodnight." He repeated in a monotone voice skeptically. "You called me outta nowhere just to say goodnight?" This is where you initially were gonna end the video and hang up, but he continued.
"Listen baby, y'know if you miss me I'm always here." He said in a low tone. "Don't gotta make somethin' up just to hear my voice doll. I damn sure missed hearing yours." You heard a faint grunt. "Cmon, talk to me mama."
Just like that - Toji took control. You could already feel a familiar heat pooling in your stomach that came from hearing his husky voice. "I - I'm not doing this with you, Toji." Even you could tell that your remark had no effect whatsoever. He let out a throaty chuckle. "Callin' me to say goodnight, knowing that cunt gets wet at the sound of my voice." Before you could refute, he went on, "I know you are baby, don't gotta deny it."
"Cus' I" you picked up a faint repetitive slick sound in the background. Had he been doing that the entire time? "miss that fuckin' pussy, doll. You don't even know - ..shit.. - don't even know how much." His breathing got heavier. "Toji I–"
"Bet you're dripping right about now, yeah? Just waiting for me to come fill that tight fuckin' hole, huh? Wearing those cute little panties tonight, aren't'ya? I fuckin' bet." You hadn't even realized your hand was slowly drifting further down your body, halting at the waistband of said panties. "...Maybe I am." Sure, you could entertain this for a minute or two.
"Dirty girl." The smirk he wore could be heard in his voice. "My dirty girl.. fuck. Use your fingers, baby. Wanna hear that wet pussy." A soft moan slipped from your lips, which only fueled his burning desire. "Fuuck yeah. That's right doll, listen t'me."
"Toji." You called his name in such a breathy tone that almost surprised yourself. "We shouldn't." You replied, attempting to convince yourself more than anything.
"But we can, baby. Go ahead n' rub that pretty clit f'me. You can do that, I know it. Reeal slow for Toji."
You listened to his command, no longer holding back. "Mmh, yeah, good fucking girl. You're dripping for me, I hear her. Beggin' for my cock.. yeah."
You moaned unashamedly into your phone, mind already going blank. "That's right.. bet you're wet enough for me to just slide this cock right in.. shit, yeah. I know it." His pace quickened - so you followed suit. "Ji, 'm close."
"Hold it. I know you can mama. Be a real good fuckin' girl n' hold that shit in." You could hear the sound of him sloppily fisting his weeping dick faster.
"Miss that perfect lil' pussy - those fat tits... shit. That face - that tongue. You miss me? Miss this cock? Huh baby?" Toji could only listen to those pitiful, sweet whimpers.
"Yes — Yes Ji!"
You weren’t going to last much longer, not like this. His vulgar words struck you directly at your core. "Cum for me, mama."
Your fluids landed everywhere onto your sheets, soaking the bed below. Your breathing slowed as everything settled.
“Satoru, do you mind telling me why you and your boyfriend are at my table?” You glared up at the white-haired man as you tried to complete your notes from your last lecture. Suguru snorted at your comment. “Oh please, I have more self-respect.”
Satoru looked between the two of you like a kicked puppy, glossy lips morphing into a pout. “Hey! Don’t forget both of you have kissed me on more than one occasion.”
You let out a confused noise before Gojo interjected. “Anyway, I have a super important question to ask you, sweets.”
Rolling your eyes, you finally tilted your head up from your books. “We will circle back to that, but what’s up?”
He slid a slightly crumpled paper across the desk as if he were slipping you some kind of illegal substance. When you turned it over, there were three small boxes which were each accompanied by either back, biceps, or pretty face. You sucked in a breath, preparing for whatever bullshit he was pulling this time.
“Satoru, what the hell is this?” The man only smiled wider, cerulean eyes sparkling as if he had just created the greatest scheme known to mankind. “That,” he beamed, “Is a foolproof, state-of-the-art method to test how much you really like me.”
You groaned, watching as the two idiots giggled amongst themselves like high school girls.
“I don’t have time for this,” you muttered mostly to yourself, shaking your head. Satoru piped up, “Oh, come on, just for me?” His eyes widened, giving his best effort at puppy dog eyes. Suguru joined in, “Just do it so he stops asking me what his best qualities are.”
With one last exasperated sigh, you folded. “Alright, fine! You better not get upset with the outcome.” The two men cheered rather loudly, earning an annoyed “shh!” From the librarian.
You grabbed your pen, drawing a wonky box with the title “personality.” Satoru watched with hopeful eyes as each letter appeared.
“No looking.”
Satoru and Suguru turned around, attempting to sneak glances over their shoulders every few seconds.
Finally, you cleared your throat, announcing that you had finished. You slid the paper back to him just as discreetly, and Gojo practically snatched it away.
☐ back
✔︎ biceps
☐ pretty face
☐ personality
Geto burst out laughing, strands of hair falling free from his bun with the force of it, while Satoru looked somewhat distressed. “I — wha? I thought you loved my personality,” he whined, lips curling into a frown. You began to pack up your belongings, but he wasn’t done yet.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Satoru stared at the paper as though the answer would somehow change. “You seemed to have misunderstood the assignment.” You stared at him for a moment. “No, no, I don’t think I did.”
“Oh, you absolutely did.” He jabbed a finger at the paper, “See, now you wrote down personality yourself, which was correct — kudos! But you forgot to tick it.” Suguru intervened, “Maybe if you didn’t act like… well, you, you would’ve gotten personality as your best trait.”
Satoru gasped dramatically, “That is offensive! I’ll have you know I have a very attractive… everything!”
He turned back to you, “Seriously?”
You shrugged, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “What can I say? I have my priorities.”
☆ content ノit's the first day of preschool with the gojo family ! (it’s a disaster) ⟢ 774 words
c.w. fluff ⸝ sfw ⸝ jujutsu kaisen ⸝ s.list
♡⸝⸝ the whole pink theme was kinda ticking me off(it was too light)..so new design! also yay my favorite series to write is back:p
the preschool hallway was filled with tears, tiny tantrums and overwhelmed parents. and somehow, the gojo family was the center of it all.
“noo! mommy noo!” mizuki, your beautiful girl cried, her arms wrapped around your leg like a koala refusing to let go. at such a young age, she had already inherited everything from her father–including his dramatics.
she sobbed loudly, face buried in your jeans. “i dont wanna go! i wanna stay with you and dada..”
satoru knelt beside her, his hand gently rubbed her back, looking genuinely helpless. she had been clinging to you for at least ten minutes now and well, he had no idea what to do. “c’mon princess..it’s only a few hours. you get to play with other kids and paint..eat snacks–“
“no snacks! i want home.” mizuki's voice cracked, her cries getting louder by the second.
you sighed, crouching down to stroke her wet cheek. “baby, we’ll be right back here to pick you up. i promise, we’ll even get you your favorite ice cream,”
unfortunately, that doesnt work. she only cried harder, her tiny fists clutching your shirt now. a small crowd of parents and teachers had started to linger nearby, whispering at the chaos. satoru glared at them with a frown that clearly said: “what the hell are you looking at?”
well, in all fairness, the sight was truly something. the strongest in the world and his wife were completely lost on how to prevent their child from crying even more. one would say it was indeed quite entertaining.
satoru ran a hand through his hair, his glasses slipping down his nose. there was no denying it–that little girl clinging to you was without a doubt his clone.
“this is actually worse than fighting curses,” he muttered under his breath before facing his daughter once more, his voice pleading. “mizu, please baby. daddy will buy you anything after school. remember that dog you wanted? i’ll get him. no more crying, baby, you’re stronger than that.”
she peeked up at him with puffy red eyes, lips trembling. “but you’re gonna leave..” she sniffed. satoru’s shoulders slumped. he looked over at you, completely helpless. “i can’t do it..she’s too cute,” he whispered. “can’t we just homeschool her..? i’m a good teacher am i not?”
you gave him a look. is he serious? like sure, he’s a wonderful teacher. but for a three year old? right..
“satoru..” you trailed off as a teacher approached carefully, smiling gently.
“hello! first days are really rough, we can give her a few more minutes if needed.”
you smiled at the teacher, grateful for her words. “oh thank you, you’re an angel.”
mizuki finally released you, only to launch herself into satoru’s arms. he caught her instantly, hugging her tightly as she buried her face in his chest.
“daddy..” she pouts. “i know baby, it's okay to be scared,” he murmured, gently pressing kisses to the top of her head. “…but daddy loves you, i’ll be right there with you in your heart–always. you’re the bravest girl ever, just like your mommy.”
mizuki looked at satoru, slowly loosening her grip. “can we watch all the episodes of sofia the first tonight if i go..?”
satoru looked at you, both of you sharing the same reaction. he then smiles at mizuki. “anything for you princess,”
after a minute, she finally sighed, giving a nod. “okay..”
the teacher watching the exchanged smiled offering her hand to mizuki. “wonderful. wanna see the block area? there’s a huge castle”
mizuki hesitated, then slowly took her hand as satoru released her. before she went with the teacher, she looked at you both. “you come back?”
“we promise,” satoru smiles. “i love you my strong princess. go show them how amazing you are.”
finally, mizuki grins. “okay! i love you dada, i love you mommy!”
she blew you both a kiss with her little hand. “aw, i love you more baby.”
the second she disappeared into the classroom, satoru let out a long dramatic groan, slumping against the wall. “i think i suck at this..”
you laughed at his words, pulling him into a hug. “you were perfect. just maybe..don’t say you’ll homeschool her yeah?”
“okay..” he buried his face in your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. “she’s growing up so fast,”
“it’s natural toru, if you want..we can always have another baby,” satoru grins at your words, pulling back to stare at you.
“promise? we’ll have enough kids for me to teach jujutsu?”
you gave him a look, turning towards the exit. “toru? please shut up.”
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