about the author: hi there, my name's miyokoi, but you can call me mikoi! i'm 20 years old, she/her pronouns, and i like a lot of animes, other shows and movies, and formula 1!
some of my favourite song genres are art pop, r&b, and even a little bit or rap and indie rock! some of my favorite artists include sabrina carpenter and charli xcx. as for my favorite movie genres, i personally am a comedy and horror type of girl :>
as for the f1 part of my interests, my favourite team is the mercedes amg-petronas formula 1 team and my favourite drivers are george russell (GR63), kimi antonelli (KA12), and max verstappen (MV3)!
here are some of my rules:
01 - please be respectful! this is a safe space when it comes to expressing your opinions and whatnot, but please be mindful of your words <3
02 - do not spread any negativity.
03 - please don't promote any content even remotely related to homophobia and anti-feminism. i am not the kind of author who will support any content regarding any of those things i have listed above.
04 - don't be a weirdo in a bad way
i'm open to any criticism or feedback regarding my work, or we could talk about anything in general, so please don't be afraid to talk to me! author or not, i'm still a person like the rest of you guys :>
i also am still a pretty busy student, so if you guys reach out to me and find that i take too long to respond, please know that i will not leave you guys hanging and will respond soon <3
now that we got the rules aside, here are some fandoms i currently write for:
✶ jujutsu kaisen (jjk)
✶ ouran high school host club (ohshc)
✶ blue lock (bllk)
✶ haikyu!!
✶ black clover
i'm currently in the early seasons of slam dunk and free!, and in the late seasons of hunter x hunter (hxh). some animes i've watched aside from the ones above include naruto, horimiya, fruits basket (fruba), kuroko's basketball (knb), spy x family, attack on titan, sakamoto days, kaiju no. 8, my happy marriage, and many more!
so, if you guys want me to write for any of these fandoms aside from the ones i already create for, please feel free to reach out! <3
a.n.: guys the third blonde beautiful girl in the picture is NOT me, that is sabrina carpenter
toji fushiguro was never not tired. he always had bags underneath his eyes, his hair was always disheveled, and there was never a time he looked put together in university. which was strange considering he was mostly older than the other people there.
and group projects were the bane of his existence. and having been paired with you—the girl who insisted on getting to know him despite his notorious reputation, with absolutely zero intentions of minding your own business, he knew he was doomed the second you’d set foot in his apartment.
in hindsight, he should’ve offered to go to your place—you’d made some excuse saying your roommates had band practice and that’d it’d be too loud to focus so his place it was.
you rang the doorbell, giddy, because you’d finally been given the opportunity to get to know toji handed to you.
but poor toji, having his mind entirely clouded, had completely forgotten you’d be coming over, opening the door with megumi swaddled in his arms while he wailed at the top of his lungs.
“hey toji—oh.”
“oh. you were coming over today.”
“is that—”
“yeah it’s my brat.”
of all the theories you’d made up in your brain, toji having a little chubby baby with a temper was not one of them.
“is your girlfriend or wife home—”
“don’t have one.”
“m sorry.”
it was awkward painfully so, the only noises filling up the silence was megumi trashing around in toji’s arms while throwing a fit.
“do you mind if i—”
he dropped megumi into your arms almost instantly, moving to collapse onto his couch, groaning into his hands like the world was crushing him.
you slowly cooed at megumi, humming him a song you remembered from your childhood while megumi babbled on, slowly blinking while sleep started to take him over.
“ma…ma..mama” he tried to babble, his tiny arms trying to reach your face, grabbing at the air while trying to squish your cheeks.
“oh i’m not—nevermind.” you continued to sway him, slowly sitting at the edge of the couch while toji tried to fight off sleep, staring at you with a look in his eyes that was almost tender while you put megumi to sleep.
“you need to get some rest too toji, you look like a ghost.”
“you aren’t gonna tell anyone about this right.”
“my lips are sealed.”
“thank you.”
“get some sleep, the project can wait.”
megumi was fast asleep in your arms, toji curled up by your side, softly snoring, the two black haired men slumbering as if they’d never been graced with sleep before. of all the secrets he could’ve kept, you never imaged that he had a whole kid he somehow managed to take care of while no one knew about it. and you’d made a silent promise to help him out. besides, it took a village to raise a child right?
and who wouldn’t want to spoil a little pudgy baby and have a greek god of a man curl up next to you like a cat? megumi already seemed to think you were his mom anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to help just a little.
more fluff. last drabble for now until i actually write
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
a.n.: based on the song 'my man on willpower' by sabrina carpenter! and i'm so sorry this took so long </3, this fic is the full version of this drabble, so if you want to check that out, go ahead ! <3
pink ribbon divider from @suupersonic
c.w.: fluff, profanity, suggestive themes, I THINKKK some mentions of y/n, academic achiever!satoru x academic achiever!reader
w.c.: 3.5k
♫ my man’s in touch with his emotions ♫
♫ my man won’t touch me with a twenty-foot pole! ♫
♫ my man’s forgotten his devotion ♫
♫ where he’s gone God only knows ♫
you listened to your music happily, singing along loud enough to be heard throughout your dorm to the bridge of my man on willpower by sabrina carpenter. the song was a banger, even if you couldn’t relate—even though you had a boyfriend now.
even though satoru prioritized his studies a lot, he always made time for you whenever. he did so when you didn’t ask, and even more so when, on the rare occasions, you did. satoru loved spending his time with you more than anything.
you prioritized your studies as well, having been one of the top students alongside satoru since your freshman year of college and even before that—you both understood what you needed to do to make your relationship work despite academics and busy schedules that don’t always align.
so imagine satoru’s horror when he heard you singing along to those specific lyrics to that specific song as he let himself into your dorm while you studied for an upcoming test.
he knew he was busy—fuck, he was fully aware, but he didn’t know he got that busy. he thought you understood, that you were okay with it, that you were managing just fine, that you didn’t mind and that you probably were busy too-
“satoru, what are you doing here?” you asked—snapping him out of his train of thought immediately as you walked over to his direction. you looked shocked, but happy. you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him.
“hi, sweetheart,” he said—melting into your touch instantly. you had always underestimated how heavy satoru could be, even after a couple of months together already.
“how long have you been standing there?” you asked, smiling as satoru pressed soft kisses all over your face.
“I just got here,” satoru lied. “something came up with the guys and we had to end our session early.”
you gave a soft smile. satoru had been working on a project for his quantum physics class with a few guys who also attended the same class for a while now, which made him even busier than he already was, but you never minded.
“yeah? are you tired? hungry? we can order take-out if you want.” you said, voice sounding worried with a little frown on your face as satoru set his things down and sat next to you on the couch.
“thank you, love, but I already ate some snacks on the way here.” satoru replied. he was way more exhausted than he showed he was, but he wasn’t going to give you more reasons to think he didn’t love you anymore.
“I see.” you replied, letting him lie his head down on your lap as your hand went to his hair immediately—completely unaware that your beloved’s brain was running three-hundred miles per hour even at his exhausted state just so he could try and remember every single thing you told him about your interests.
“I just wanna be with you.” satoru said, and your heart melted as you pulled him up, eventually taking him to your bed so he could rest more comfortably. you held satoru to sleep, textbooks and notes and your iPad left displayed and uncharged on your desk.
satoru went to sleep thinking of your interests and woke up in the middle of the night with a brilliant idea to make you feel loved the next morning. yeah, he was going to make sure you never even thought of singing that song again. well, he wasn’t a controlling boyfriend, he just didn’t want you to relate to that song and you could still sing it if you wanted, but it’d be better if you didn’t mean it-
yeah. point taken.
✶
and so, because satoru remembered that one time you mentioned wanting to experience having french toast and vanilla ice cream as your breakfast and having it served in bed, he woke up at six am, made a quick run to the grocery store nearby and bought all the necessary ingredients. fresh milk, cinnamon powder, maple syrup, soft milk bread, eggs—every. single. thing.
satoru rushed back to your dorm like someone was gonna slap a hot frying pan on his ass if he didn’t get back soon. so, he quietly snuck into your dorm and got to work.
by eight in the morning, you awoke with the delicious scent of french toast in your dorm. your stomach growled immediately, and just in time, satoru came in with your french toast—cooked and plated to perfection with two scoops of the best vanilla ice cream in the country on top because one was just too stingy. that and a full glass of hot chocolate with some marshmallows on top.
you were flabbergasted, shocked, surprised. you even checked the calendar to make sure it wasn’t your anniversary, your birthday, his birthday, or christmas.
no. it was a random friday at eight in the morning.
your beautiful, delicious, scrumptious feminist of a boyfriend cooked up a michelin star meal for you and served it to the most airheaded version of yourself on your very own bed. at eight in the morning on a random friday of the month.
“toru… what’s all this for?” you asked, confused, but happy and feeling appreciated.
satoru froze up a little bit as he set the tray with the little stands in front of you, though he recovered quickly and gave a small chuckle.
“just figured I should do this more often.” he said, hearing you groan as you tried the toast. “so I can expect more like this tomorrow morning?” you asked hopefully.
satoru gave a soft, warm smile at your question, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“of course, my love.” he said. you giggled, then patted the space beside you as you shared your breakfast with him. satoru sat next to you, trying the toast he made with his very own hands.
“wow, I outdid myself.” satoru said—and you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “how’d you get the ingredients anyway? I haven’t grocery shopped yet.” you asked as you both continued eating your breakfast.
“I woke up at six and went to the supermarket nearby. the convenience store food was too unsafe.” that was code for ‘too cheap.’
your heart melted at satoru’s efforts, feeding him some toast, then put your fork down, grabbing your hot chocolate.
“how much did you spend on the ingredients then?”
“about… eight-thousand yen.”
you almost choked on your hot chocolate—thankfully, none got any on your white sheets.
“eight-thousand yen? satoru, that’s too expensive!”
“baby, it’s perfectly fine, I promise.” satoru replied. you never let up. you didn’t like it when satoru spent more on you than he should.
“satoru, it’s too expensive. you know I don’t like it when you spend more on me than you should.” you replied, frown on your face now. you were so cute, how could he not spoil you?
“I know, my love. I’m sorry. I won’t spend too much on ingredients next time.” you frowned even more.
“satoru.” you said, voice stern. satoru put his hands up.
“alright, I promise. eat your breakfast, please?” he asked. you gave in after a few seconds, head on his shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head—then you both ate in comfortable silence.
“the eight thousand yen was worth it though.” he said, and you laughed. “yeah, it was.”
✶
after that, the gifts kept coming and satoru spent more time with you in between. like the next day on saturday, when he bought everything you wanted at the mall despite you saying you could pay for it yourself.
“baby, I can pay for it myself-” you said, but your wallet couldn’t even see a glimpse of sunshine before satoru already gave his card to the cashier.
“it’s okay, love. just let me do this, please?” he asked. you let him do so with a small frown, and when you sat in his car after, he noticed the frown on your face.
“what’s wrong, baby?” he asked.
“satoru, I’m grateful that you paid for my things, but I picked up a lot and the total was too pricey, and you didn’t have to do that and I could’ve paid for them myself-” you said, only to be cut off with a soft kiss to the lips.
“I wanted to do that for you, my love. and don’t worry about your things being too pricey for me, okay? you’re worth every cent and much, much, much, much, much more.” satoru replied—and you still looked at him with a frown on your face before hugging him close. satoru laughed, then wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple.
“I love you, my love.” he said, and you hugged him tighter.
“I love you too, satoru. not because you pay for my things for me, by the way, even though I’m grateful for that too.” you said, smiling as you pulled away, and satoru smiled brightly.
“my sweet girl,” he said, peppering kisses all over your face. “come here.” he said, lifting you up effortlessly and putting you on his lap, and you giggled—settling comfortably against him despite getting a little bit cramped in the driver’s seat.
“satoru!” you said, giggling as he kept kissing you all over. safe to say you felt extremely loved, and someone might’ve seen you make out in the driver’s seat.
then, on sunday, satoru bought you one of the dresses he made you pick a few days before and had it delivered to your door with a little note that said,
to the one and only love and soulmate of my life,
please wear this dress for our plans tonight. I’ve cleared out my calendar and made reservations, and I will be picking you up by seven in the evening tonight.
PS: you can wear something formal if you don’t feel comfortable in the dress or bring casual clothes along, I love you so much, and I know you’ll look beautiful + I can’t wait to see you ♥
PS #2: I would’ve given you this directly but I would want to see you in the dress directly and it would ruin the surprise, so please forgive me, baby :(
ALWAYS yours, toru
you saw the little details satoru had drawn on the card aside from the already-there prints. he had drawn your favourite flower on the very edge, and of course satoru was good at drawing too.
you gave a soft smile at the note, then opened the box and saw a beautiful dress in your favourite color—the exact one you’ve been looking at for a while but never bought it. not because you didn’t have enough money, but because you simply didn’t need a dress.
satoru paid a lot of attention to you without a doubt, and you were grateful to have someone like him.
that evening, you got ready and wore the dress that satoru sent you—spraying some perfume and getting your hair ready and picking out the perfect set of shoes to go with it. you also packed some jeans and a shirt and some pajamas like satoru said, then he picked you up that evening in his mercedes, wearing some formal pants and a white dress shirt. you both looked like you were going to attend a wedding or a formal dinner. anything formal.
you got in the passenger seat as satoru opened the door for you, then jogged over to his side and got into the driver’s seat.
“you look beautiful.” he said, smiling like an idiot as he leaned in for a kiss. you giggled, kissing him as well. “thank you, toru. you look very handsome yourself.” satoru turned beet red at your compliment, and you laughed as you kissed his cheek, then satoru drove off. he held your hand the entire ride to your destination.
“by the way, you never told me where we were headed.” you said, looking over at him while you stopped at a red light.
“just somewhere nice, we’re about… ten to fifteen minutes away.” he said. you gave a soft nod, then satoru pulled up outside a nice, sophisticated looking restaurant. the overpriced kind with small ass portions.
“oh, satoru…” you breathed softly, taking his hand and getting out of the car. the restaurant was a little up on the mountain, so you could see the city glowing underneath. you felt nervous and happy at the same time.
“this isn’t my scene-” you said, then satoru cut you off. “ah-ah. no. we’re going in there for our date tonight, and I’m going to make you get anything you want.” satoru said sternly.
“satoru, this place looks really expensive. you didn’t have to take me here, we could’ve gone somewhere else.” you said. satoru cupped your face, looking into your eyes.
“love, this place won’t do anything to my bank account. I can afford it, I thought of much more expensive places but you wouldn’t want to go because it’s too far from here, and I wanted to take you here.” he said.
“besides, I remember you saying you wondered what it felt like to be taken somewhere fancy. well, you don’t need to wonder anymore.” he said.
you were never after satoru’s money, so whenever you went for dates, you mostly just did movie nights at home or at an actual cinema, go to an amusement park, or anything that was cheap enough but fun for the two of you. you didn’t want to go to fancy restaurants too much because it was expensive and you were incredibly shy of the other people there, even though you’ve never seen any of them. satoru never argued, never flashed his wealth to you or other people, and respected your wishes because he was sweeter than every single type of sugar combined and he loved and respected you.
it wasn’t your dream to be at a fancy restaurant, but you did wonder sometimes how it felt being there.
satoru’s words made your heart melt, then you smiled, hugging him tightly, then both of you went to your reserved table.
you ordered your food, and when your face scrunched up because of the bitter taste of their chocolate ice cream—satoru just laughed. you personally don’t like chocolate as much as satoru did, but he made you try something chocolate today. the menu might as well said ‘dark chocolate ice cream’ instead of just ‘chocolate ice cream’ because the shit was bitter.
“I don’t want to be disrespectful and say that’s fucking disgusting, so I’m just going to say it has a unique flavor.” you said, and satoru laughed even more—making some people glance your way. you were trying not to laugh yourself as you swatted satoru’s hand.
“satoru, people are staring!” you whisper-yelled. satoru’s laugh got noticeably quieter as his shoulders shook from laughing too much.
“I’m sorry, you just look so cute and you’re hilarious,” he said—still laughing. his laugh made you laugh, so now both of you were trying not to laugh as a few people went back to minding their business.
after some wine and reluctantly finishing your dark chocolate ice cream and making a face every single time you ate a bite, satoru hid the final total from you and paid without a problem.
“I’m surprised you didn’t try to fight me to see the total, my love.” satoru said—greeting the receptionist with a soft bow as you both thanked and greeted the receptionist a good night with a soft, genuine, polite smile. you walked down the stairs, satoru’s hand in yours as you gave a soft sigh—the night air hitting both of you.
“it’s okay. I figured you wouldn’t let me see the total anyway.” you said. satoru gave a small, teasing nudge.
“yeah? did you calculate it all in your mind or something?” he joked.
“mhm.” you hummed, a proud smile on your face as you continued your decent down the stairs.
“that so? how much do you think the total is, then?” satoru asked.
“forty-one thousand one-hundred-eighty point nineteen japanese yen, two-hundred fifty-seven point forty-eight cents in US dollars.” you replied with ease. “more or less.”
satoru froze. you got that right on the dot, and he thinks he got hard immediately.
“can you stay at my place tonight?” he asked, and you laughed, shrugged, then said yes. now satoru was hurrying to get home.
well, the two of you had an amazing night is all you could say. and you think you got some cum on satoru’s digimon themed photo card book.
fast forward to the next week, satoru had been giving you multiple gifts left and right, and you were starting to get annoyed.
again, you were grateful—but he was giving you too much gifts and you had no more space in your room, and he’s interrupted your solo study sessions for multiple times now—so much so that you got a score just a little bit lower than your average on not one, not two, not three, but five exams because of his shenanigans.
so, as you studied your brain away in your dorm, reaching flow state—satoru barged into your room with yet another set of gifts. you whipped your head around immediately.
“hi baby! I got you some lego sets today, and I have some of your favourite snacks as well, and I got you that plushie we looked at the other day-”
yeah. as much as you loved your darling satoru, you were fed up.
“satoru.” you said, voice tired yet irritated.
“yes baby?” he asked, looking worried immediately.
“what is up with you? you’ve been giving me so many things lately, and you keep disrupting my focus, and I got low scores on my exams cause I haven’t been able to study, and you need to stop with whatever this is!” you said—breaking down crying at this point because you had so much to catch up on, and you were terrified of not being able to understand your lectures, and you were so overwhelmed already-
you saw the mortified look on satoru’s face. he looked so shocked when before he was so happy, and you felt so bad.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you, I-I didn’t mean to do that-” you said, then satoru stepped closer, dropping the bags he was carrying as he wiped your tears and held you close.
“hey, hey. don’t cry, please.” he said. you broke down in his arms—and he just held you. after your tears subsided, he pulled away—kneeling by your chair.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you like this.” satoru said gently, to which you sniffled and wiped your tears with your hands. satoru wiped your tears with his handkerchief.
“I didn’t mean to cry either.” you said, sniffling as satoru took your hands in his. “why’d you start all this, anyway?”
satoru smiled sheepishly, then looked away.
“I caught you singing along to ‘my man on willpower’ by sabrina carpenter that one time I visited you after a session with the boys.” he said, and you just felt shocked, and so, so bad for not catching on and lashing out at him.
“I didn’t want you to feel like I didn’t want to touch you with a twenty-foot pole, and I didn’t want you to feel like I was neglecting you or not giving you attention anymore.” he said, looking a little sad now. you felt the tears come back.
“satoru,” you said. “I sang along because I liked the song. I know you were busy with your projects and I respected that.” you said. satoru looked shocked.
“but you sang it with so much passion I thought I really did neglect you.” satoru said, and you laughed despite the tears. hugging him close.
“you should’ve just asked me before spending so much of your money on me.” you said, burying your face in his neck. satoru laughed sheepishly, hugging you back as he carried you to your bed, lying down beside you.
“yeah, I should’ve. but I don’t have any regrets.” he said. “everything’s still yours. especially me.” satoru said, and you chuckled softly.
“I’m aware now.” you said. after a few minutes of silence, you spoke up again. “does this mean I don’t get french toast and ice cream in bed anymore?”
satoru laughed. “not at all, sweetheart. though I may not always be able to cook up some toast for you because of my schedules and all.” you giggled, nodding against his neck.
“I love you. that’s perfectly fine. can we build the legos together some other time? can you study with me too?” you asked, voice uncharacteristically fragile.
“anything for you, my love. absolutely anything your heart desires.” satoru said gently, hugging you close as you dozed off to sleep.
gojo satoru was yours forever. and he wasn’t about to make you relate to that song ever.
a.n.: i hope you guys like this one! im sorry this took me so long </3
cooking up the FULL VERSION of this drabble right here.. yall better read it soon...
edit: for the record guys I'm gonna have this finished by tomorrow or the day after, so please hang in there a little longer huhuhuhuhu. lovelots from mikoi ! <3
₊ ݃ ࿔ྀིྀ ꒰ 𓈒 NANAMI KENTO might be the pettiest man alive . . .
⎯⎯ ꒰ 1.3k ! ꒱ 💭
contrary to outsider belief, your marriage to nanami worked remarkably well. too well.
a shocking revelation, considering you were “ill-tempered” while nanami had the patience of a saint, allegedly . . . .
the truth of the matter was that beneath the all the composure, politeness, and that expensive wristwatch kento always wore on his wrist, your husband unfortunately was just as much of a brat as you were.
if not, worse.
the two of you held grudges over the stupidest things imaginable: once, nanami corrected your pronunciation of “espresso” during breakfast. so? you didn’t kiss him goodbye before work for three whole days.
in retaliation, your coffee that he would make you each morning mysteriously happened to arrive without the three ounces of sugar you so adamantly required to — “balance out the armpit taste.”
petty. childish. ridiculous.
yet somehow, these cold wars became the foundation of a deeply functional marriage.
“kento dear,” you began, soft steps quietly thudding against the wooden floors as you made your way to him, who was fully dressed: soft charcoal sweater hanging off his frame, pushed up revealing his forearms, reading glasses hanging off the bridge of his nose while his sandy locs unstyled in a way you almost never got to see outside these walls.
which, unfortunately, was the problem. he was far too comfortable for the atrocities he had just committed against you whilst you slept.
“did you touch it?” your voice coming out suspiciously calm.
nanami doesn’t even look up from the cup of jasmine tea he was nursing. “no.”
you only narrow your eyes as you finally end up next to him. “kento.”
that bratty tone of yours was enough to earn you a glance now, hazel eyes tired yet sharp all the same. “i told you, no.”
“yeah, well,” you huff, crossing your arms, looking up at him expectantly, “waking up feeling like i got left in a meat locker says otherwise.”
he shuts his eyes as he takes a slow sip of his tea, setting it down with a soft clink, the steam curling between you. “interesting,” he begins, voice flat with quiet amusement.
“you seem quite functional for someone who claims they’re—” he pauses, unimpressed, before lifting his hand and giving your forehead a quick, precise knock with his knuckles, withdrawing before you can even think to catch his wrist. “—frozen solid.”
“ugh!” you huff, hands missing his wrist and instead clutching your forehead with an adorable frown. “i’m not frozen solid, but i’m going to be. i don’t know why you just can’t leave it on 72.”
he exhales slowly through his nose, “you know i get hot. i shouldn’t have to strip to be comfortable in my own home,” he says flatly.
his hand lifts without much ceremony, gently replacing yours on your forehead. he briefly rubs the spot he’d knocked before his fingers slip down to tug lightly at your ear, earning an immediate, indignant whine from you.
“or would you prefer i start walking around the house naked instead?”
“what? i’m not answering that.” you say, turning your face slightly away from him, the words coming out clipped as you huff under your breath, “pervert…”, still clearly offended at the recurring offenses.
you manage to slap his arm away. “i don’t see why you insist on wearing long sleeves and then complain you’re hot.” you grumble. “you’re making me hot just by looking at you.”
he scoffs softly at that, as if the answer is obvious. “i wear it because i enjoy being properly dressed,” he replies, smoothing an imaginary crease from his sleeve before leveling you with a look. “and physiologically speaking, it’s significantly easier to warm up than it is to cool down.”
“so, like i said,” he murmurs, reaching for his tea again, “the thermostat stays where it is.”
and just like that, the war begins . . .
the rest of the day was full of quiet hostilities:
the two of you swiping the thermostat in opposite directions each time you walked by, addressing each other by first name as if you were two disgruntled coworkers trapped in an enemies to lovers arrangement rather than of spouses, nanami opening windows for “circulation” while you wrapped yourself in blankets like a victorian child afflicted with a devastating illness, texting each other back and forth instead of verbally communicating.
YOU ‣
my hands are blue and numb. i hope your happy
KENTO ‣
*You’re
How are you texting me then?
YOU ‣
don’t be annoying ken.
that’s not the point
clearly, neither of you were willing to concede. which only meant this was quickly becoming a battle of endurance rather than a dispute about “temperature”. which also meant this was not going to end soon.
or so you thought.
despite the many, many hours of domestic warfare, the two of you still end up in bed the same way you always did, backs turned dramatically beneath the blankets, the thermostat unfortunately still set at 63. which meant nanami was winning.
the cold seeped through the sheets and curled around your legs until your body instinctively tucks in on itself, shoulders hunching deeper beneath the comforter with a quiet frown hidden against your pillow. beside you, nanami remaining entirely unaffected, laid comfortably on his side with one arm tucked beneath his pillow, warmth practically radiating off of him in waves.
it was infuriating.
because no matter how committed you were to the cold war, your body had always betrayed you first when it came to your husband.
sometime somewhere in between stubbornness and sleep, you found yourself shifting toward him subconsciously, inch by inch until your forehead presses against his back, your leg slipping over his beneath the blankets in search of warmth. the soft fabric of the white shirt he’d changed into earlier brushes against your skin, warm from sleep and smelling faintly of cedarwood and tea.
and god, the bastard was warm.
firm beneath your touch too, broad shoulders relaxing slightly the second you curl fully into him with a sleepy little sigh.
you knew he was awake. you could tell by his breathing, it wasn’t the same comforting slow that soothed you once the day came to an end.
for a moment, neither of you said anything, pride still clawing at your insides. then came the soft shifting of sheets before nanami turned toward you, your forehead brushing against his chest as his strong arms came to cage you in instinctively, one settling around your waist while the other tucked beneath your head. his chin rested atop your hair with a quiet exhale, pulling you into his warmth.
your fingers curl weakly into the front of his shirt, face pressing deeper against his chest despite yourself. somewhere above you, nanami hums softly, entirely too aware of the fact that you were the one to cave first.
an inevitable outcome.
“interesting,” he murmurs into your hair, sleep roughening his voice. “what happened to hating me?”
you grumble something incoherent against him.
“mm?” he asks, entirely too pleased with himself. “couldn’t quite hear you love.”
your brows pinch immediately. “still hate you.”
his chest rumbles faintly beneath your cheek at that, amusement subtle but absolutely there. absolutely nanami.
“so, you admit defeat?”
you tilt your head up just enough to glare at him through the dark. “i told you. don’t say anyth—”
you were going to argue. save whatever was left of your pride.
except your words barely make it out before he tips your face up just enough to cut you off with a slow kiss, warm and unbearably smug beneath the blankets.
any and all insults died in your throat as butterflies began to bloom low in your stomach, your leg still hiked around his waist while his warmth slowly melted the last stubborn pieces of your pride away as your lips firmly molded against his own, a soft sigh escaping you. one of spite, obviously.
you could feel the faint curve of amusement against your lips when your annoyed little huff melts into him anyway — the exact outcome the two of you had been stubbornly dancing around all day out of pettiness and “spite.”
nanami pulls away from you before resting his thumb on your lower lip. “there you are love,” he murmurs softly against your mouth, breath mingling with yours: entirely too pleased with himself.
“63 seems perfectly fine to me, no?”
he only watches as your expression softens in real time before giving the faintest nod — mentally noting the effect he had on you.
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the party was loud with flashing lights and people swaying back and forth. you were standing with a couple friends, moving to the music casually as they talked. you couldn't really hear them so you just kept dancing.
not even a second later, you felt an arm wrap around your waist and a broad chest against your back.
"people are staring." the person whispered. his breath caressed your cheeks softly. his arm pulled you closer as if to show everyone that you were his and he wasn't sharing.
sukuna swayed with you side to side, kissing your bare shoulder softly and lovingly. he stayed with you the whole night, even staying through a little gossip session with your friends.
when he got to your house he parked and looked at you. he admired you for a few seconds before pulling you into a sweet kiss.
his hands cupped your jaw as his lips moved on yours for a few seconds.
"i'll pick you up for breakfast at nine. be ready."
you hummed, getting out of the car. he followed after you and walked you up to your door.
"get some rest." he whispered while cupping your cheeks. he kissed your forehead before pulling away.
you smiled and kissed his chin.
"good night, kuna."
he placed a hand on your waist and nudged his nose with yours.
"good night, beautiful."
you smiled one last time before unlocking your door and walking in, but before you closed the door you looked at him.
"i love you, sukunatuna."
you closed to the door quickly, but you still heard him mumble a quiet 'don't call me that.'
you walked to your room and threw everything on the bed. you took your heels off your burning feet and laid down.
your phone buzzed next to you.
ryomensoldier : i love you too 🫦
ryomensoldier : wait
ryomensoldier : wrong emoji
ryomensoldier : 🩷
ryomensoldier : its pink like my hair
you : go home kuna
ryomensoldier : fine goodnight 🫦
ryomensoldier : stupid emojis
in truth, toji zenin has never been a gentle man. his body is too big and his hands are too rough, and life itself has never treated him gently, nor given him much reason to be gentle towards others. but as toji hovers over you, limbs frozen in alarm, his stomach can’t help but twist with disgust. said body and rough hands have crushed something soft yet again.
yes. i work three jobs and i’m drowning in student loans. i got a girl pregnant when i was eighteen, and she left me when i turned twenty-one. i have a boy who’s five-and-a-half and he’s the only good thing i have left. and i’m sorry i lied, but i didn’t want you to leave me before i could love you and i’m sorry, and i’m sorry again, and you deserve better, and i’m sorry.
“no, but i know he is. he works for us. he wears the tie and he goes away.”
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HELLOOOO BABE IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT. omg the last line from megumi THAT was the one i cried while writing. like wdym he wears the tie & he goes away…
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husband!satoru : and darling they all look like me
satoru gets the wind knocked out of him.
kind of embarrassing for the strongest but,
you’d just caught him off guard okay?
i mean, who expects to be woken up by their extremely pregnant wife sobbing into his arms and then getting punched in the gut by said wife.
mind you, at three am.
certainly not him.
“ow!” satoru winces, attempting a lopsided smile “you throw a harsh punch, babe” he comments, trying to seize the situation.
“it’s not fair!” you sob, uncontrollable tears continue to stream down your face, “i’m doing all the hard work”
“yes you are” satoru nods eagerly, not wanting to piss you off any further.
“this is my third pregnancy, THIRD, i do everything i bare all the load and they all—“ you hiccup.
satoru sees it coming, he knows exactly what you’re going to say.
“they all always come out looking like YOU” you jab an accusatory finger at him.
your husband tries to open his mouth but you cut him off, rambling now “white hair, blue eyes, stupid adorable smile, it’s all you! i mean am i even a participant in their birth??”
trying not to laugh, satoru raises his hands up in mock surrender “these are all valid concerns” he affirms “but i thought you liked my features”
“yeah i did until now, when there’s two exact replicas of you running around and another on the way” you yawn, sleep already overriding your argument.
you didn’t really mean it, you loved seeing your lovers face in all of your children, but for the sake of sentimentality were you really the last of your generation? an almost extinct species truly.
“i’ll tell my genes to do better, actually you know what i’ll tell them to do worse, they’ve been outperforming recently” satoru speaks while caressing your hair and pressing soft kisses all over your face.
you patted his chest softly, almost feeling bad for punching him and already half asleep “yeah you do that”
he lightly chuckled, smiling at your belly all swollen with none other than another mini-him.
a.n.: inspired by the song party 4 u by charli xcx, also guys I edited a few things with the previous chapters and masterlist. if you guys are confused with anything at all, please feel free to tell me about it! <3
synopsis: being an engineering student didn't get you much attention. you kept to yourself, did your work on time, studied adequately, kept your life organized, and your grades above the international standard. considering you've done that throughout your academic journey, especially since your freshman year of college—you don't know why frat president!gojo satoru is only noticing you now.
c.w.: profanity, fluff, slight (?) angst, mentions of childhood trauma and academic pressure, suggestive themes, SMUT, p in v sex, virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), mentions of bullying, slight mentions of substances, mentions of alcohol, some tooth rotting stuff and some heart aching stuff, soccer captain!gojo satoru, mentions of y/n, afab!reader, reader and satoru are in their third year of college, some of satoru's frat brothers are assholes lol
release date of chapter 03: pending...
masterlist ✶ chapter 01 ✶ chapter 02
you don’t remember being so stressed the first time you dressed up to go to your very first party. you don’t like the feeling. maybe satoru and the others won’t mind if you skip ou-
“hey babe! you almost done in there?” shoko called from what you assume is the living room.
“uh- yeah! j-just a second!” you replied, quickly looking at yourself in the mirror, then shoko barged into your room.
“ooh la la,” she said—using her flirty tone. you frowned.
“sho, stop it!” you said, whining as you fell flat on your bed, on your stomach, clutching one of your pillows.
“what?! you look amazing!” shoko replied, taking a seat on the chair in front of your study desk.
you peeked up at her, still frowning as you lied down, feeling pretty out of place despite satoru saying you could wear whatever you wanted—meaning there was no dresscode.
“I just feel so out of place already. I don’t wanna go anymore.” you said. you truly didn’t know why you were so nervous.
“babes, what are you talking about? none of the guys there will say shit to ya! if they do they’re getting a punch to the face and the balls. satoru and suguru included.” that made you feel a little better. “besides, you look great! with your cute little bootcut jeans and sweater and all.”
“sho!” you replied, throwing one of your plushies at her. shoko laughed, saying, “what?! I’m being serious!” you tried to suppress a smile.
you couldn’t stop it anyway.
“now get up! we’re late already.” shoko said, getting up from your chair and slapping your ass on the way out. you yelped, yet got up anyway—fixing your hair a little more and taking your important belongings with you. phone on full battery, wallet securely, and your keys secure-er.
✶
“hey! so glad you could make it!” satoru said with a bright smile once he saw you and shoko outside the frat house’s door.
“hi, gojo.” you replied—giving a small smile in greeting. you were starting to call him by his first name more often now, but you still called him by his last name at times as well.
“move, lover boy.” shoko said—jokingly pushing satoru aside as she let herself in. some of the guys greeted her the moment they saw him.
“rude!” satoru complained jokingly before he turned his gaze back to you.
“come in! I can’t wait for you to meet the guys.” satoru said, while your palms broke out in cold sweat already at meeting his friends. it wasn’t like you were ignorant of meeting new people, you just never got over being shy about it, that was all.
you gave a small nod, walking inside the frat house as everyone stopped and looked over at the two of you. there were less people than you expected—it really was just invite only.
“guys, this is y/n. y/n, that’s suguru, yuki and choso, ryomen, toji, nanami, and hiromi.” satoru said—introducing you to the rest of his frat as you stood in front of all of them. choso had been making out with yuki just moments before, but now she was just sitting on his lap.
“don’t say anything weird.” satoru said, pointing a finger at all of them.
“hi, my name’s y/n.” you said, trying not to make yourself look like a fool.
“aww, she’s so cute!” yuki gushed, pushing choso away as she got up and went to you, basically cuddling you immediately. choso looked a little bit like a lost puppy once yuki pulled away from him and went over to you.
“uhm, thank you?” you replied, smiling a little once yuki cuddled you close to her. “hey! not fair, I wanna join!” shoko called—already a little bit tipsy as she walked over, then nanami held her back while satoru pulled you back to him.
“come on, satoru! give her back! we got a lot of catching up to do!” yuki called, while satoru pulled you back and behind him.
“yo, choso, come get yer girl!” satoru replied—slightly panicked with the way yuki was so insistently trying to chase you.
“you’ll be alright!” choso replied, then everyone else laughed. yuki tried making small talk with you and practically stealing you away from satoru every moment she got. you didn’t mind though—she was genuinely a really nice girl, and she was friends with shoko. though eventually she left you alone with satoru with a cute little kiss on the cheek.
satoru didn’t leave you alone for the rest of the party, mainly because he wanted to be with you all the time, but also because he was the one who invited you and it was your first party in a while. hospitality. yeah, definitely.
✶
now, everyone was playing seven minutes in heaven. yuki and choso went inside first, then got out with yuki beaming and choso looking all flustered and red in the face. everyone laughed and teased them both, you did too—you were genuinely having fun.
then it was geto and shoko, then nanami and toji—in which toji moaned loudly intentionally and nanami smacked him across the face. everyone laughed again and teased them both, toji smirking while nanami just looked mad.
then it was you and satoru. someone let out an “ooh,” and someone whistled while toji and sukuna went crazy.
“go get ‘em, satoru!” sukuna called, then everyone laughed again as nanami locked you both in the closet. you were going to be in there with him for the next seven minutes.
you sat with your knees to your chest awkwardly, right next to him in the dark and cramped space.
“hope you’re not claustrophobic.” he said jokingly, taking up most of the space because the boy was anything but small in his entire life.
“I am actually.” you replied, watching him whip his head around to you in the dark.
“really?” satoru asked—surprised and trying to compress himself into his side more.
“no.” you replied, laughing at his attempt to make himself a little smaller so you had more space. satoru’s surprised expression fell and he pouted, making you laugh even more.
“sorry. I just had to do it.” you replied, still laughing a little as satoru puffed back out and took up most of the space again. you didn’t mind, nothing felt out of place.
nothing felt out of place.
“it’s alright. I’m glad you’re not actually, would’ve been difficult to try and shrink for the next seven minutes.” he said, and you gave a small giggle once more.
“that’s very thoughtful of you.” you said. you didn’t expect satoru, a frat boy, to be so thoughtful. you kind of felt bad for judging him so much before you got together, even though the frat had a reputation. he did too.
“I’m just trying my best not to be a complete asshole. I don’t know what being claustrophobic feels like, but I do know it makes people uncomfortable.” he said, and you felt your heart clench. satoru had been nothing but amazing to you the past month you’ve talked to each other and spent time together, and you knew he liked you. you just didn’t want to believe it.
but something just nagged at you everytime he said he liked you. every single time he’s called you “my lady.” every single time he’s walked you to class and stayed up with you and every time he reassured you that you’d be an amazing engineer every single time you told him you were tired and couldn’t do it anymore.
something nagged at you, a voice in the back of your mind saying the difference between your worlds was just too great and that he wasn’t being genuine, like those popular guys in high school. that nagging voice that said that you were just too unpopular to be paired with a guy like him.
that same voice that’s kept you from doing what you wanted, deeming it “immature” or “impractical.” the same voice that’s left you shattered and safe at the same time all these years, the voice that was built on insecurity, hyper-independence, years of trying to be perfect, prepared for any unforeseeable circumstance in your life, and loneliness knowing that no one was there to console you every single time you felt down.
the same voice you’ve ignored once and ended up even more insecure and lonely and determined because of a boy you thought you had romantic feelings for, and thinking he felt the same.
he didn’t feel the same. he just had something to prove.
you didn’t know if satoru was the same, and you were feeling that same thing that once ruined you in your vulnerable stage of high school again.
you were scared, truthfully so. you knew how soft and vulnerable you could be once you caught feelings—you didn’t do casual stuff nor did you feel anything that was fleeting. what you felt for satoru right now wasn’t fleeting, and it scared you to death.
you didn’t want to be that same 18-year-old girl who’d faced such humiliation in front of her entire batch of peers just because some boy wanted fifty bucks. you didn’t want to be that fool again.
but you were starting to feel like that fool again, and as much as you hated it, you couldn’t stop it this time. it was satoru for fuck’s sake-
“hey, you alright?” satoru’s voice snapped you out of your self-deprecating train of thought. you blinked up at him, looking into the soft blues of his eyes that could rival the fanciest and prettiest shades of blue diamonds.
“satoru.” you called. so soft, satoru almost melted and pressed his lips onto yours right then and there.
“y-yeah?” he asked, suddenly feeling nervous. which was odd—so odd. gojo satoru didn’t get nervous around women in the slightest. if anything, it was the other way around. but nothing was ever normal with you—you disrupted his normal.
“did you mean it when you said you liked me?” you asked, expression calm as you looked into his eyes, and at his face for any hint of deception or hesitation at all.
satoru was about to answer, then the door swung open. you looked away and pulled back in a flash, seeing the almost disappointed faces on toji’s and sukuna’s faces.
“man, I fully expected the both of you to start fuckin’ in there.” toji said, sighing as he let out a puff of smoke.
“your bum ass is so disgusting,” satoru retorted, while the rest laughed again.
“don’t blame me! your ass has probably done that before,” toji replied and the rest laughed more.
you laughed along and got out of the closet first, then everyone eventually got bored of seven minutes in heaven.
looking subtly around the room, you noticed a girl on sukuna’s lap looking at yours and satoru’s direction, then she looked away. you remembered yuki introducing her to you as yume, which you introduced yourself to her as well. she was nice, but not too nice.
then, both of them went up to sukuna’s room and everyone started going home one by one, which was surprising considering the usual party at sigma chi meant having at least one or two people passed out in each area of the frat house.
✶
shoko had passed out drunk by the pool, so you went to go check to see if she was alright. she thankfully was, then suguru let shoko stay in his room. you knew shoko trusted suguru, but you went with her anyway and tucked her in before going back to sitting on the poolside. satoru found you eventually, carrying two red solo cups.
“there you are. shoko rest alright now?” satoru asked—finding you near the pool as you looked back to find him holding two drinks.
“hi. yes, she’s resting alright now.” you replied honestly, just waiting for him, sitting criss-cross apple sauce by the pool’s edge.
“figures. I got us some drinks!” satoru said, beaming with energy as he sat down next to you on the ground—letting his legs hang off the edge and into the pool after he took off his shoes and his socks. he didn’t care if his jeans got wet. he must’ve noticed the way you looked at him.
“y-you don’t have to drink it, though. it’s just there in case you want it.” he said. you gave a small nod, taking the drink anyway as satoru started drinking his own.
“what’s in this one?” you asked. meeting everyone wasn’t as bad as you thought, though satoru tells you they’re much meaner on a regular basis. you just had that effect on people, he says.
“just some hawaiian punch with vodka and gin.” satoru replied, downing his drink without a problem. you gave him that look, and he gave you an awkward grin.
“okay fine. mostly vodka and gin. you don’t have to drink it if you don’t wanna, I’ll happily drink it for you.” he said, shrugging as he continued drinking. you watched him for a moment, then shrugged and took a sip anyway.
satoru started talking about how your mid terms coming up, and you weren’t sure if you were listening. then, you remembered what you told him the first time you were paired up for your world art history class.
“satoru,” you said, treading carefully. “what did you mean when you said your parents weren’t around either?”
that question seemed to stop him for a minute. you held leaned back slightly, taking a sip of your drink as satoru looked over at you. you realized he wasn’t talking, then thought maybe you messed up.
“I’m sorry, that was out of line. you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to-” you replied.
“it’s alright, really. it’s okay.” he said, and you calmed down, just listening to him speak.
“they were always on some sort of work trip, you know? and on the rare days they’d be home, they’d ask me how school went if I was lucky.” satoru said—and it made your heart clench already.
“no ‘I missed you,’ and the ‘I love you’s’ rarely ever came. they’d tell me they love me, sure, but they said it like they were forcing themselves to. like they just did it because they had to.” listening to satoru’s words hit home for you.
“I guess it’s a pattern, huh? like they share the same brain.” you said, taking a sip of your drink. satoru looked at you, looking like he never expected that. like he never expected you to relate at all.
“you said your childhood was nice though.” he said, downing the rest of his drink. you gave a small scoff.
“sorry I lied. there’s… a lot to unpack. saying it in art class would’ve been embarassing.” you said, setting your drink down beside you. “it wasn’t all that bad I guess… I just didn’t learn to expect much from my parents.” you said. satoru looked at you, seeing the relaxed way you sat right now and the way you avoided making eye contact.
“I guess that’s pretty valid.” he said, and you gave a small chuckle.
“I just don’t get people who choose to have kids then just… leave them alone to figure life out like it’s some simple puzzle.” you said, and satoru snorted.
“your shit is heavier than I thought.” he said, and that made you giggle a little bit. “so I’ve been told.” you said. you sat properly then and took a sip of your drink.
“once, they told me I was lazy and a few other things because I felt okay with getting the second-highest score on a quiz when I was… what, nine years old?” you said. “never gone a day without studying since.”
satoru hummed and nodded. he could relate to the pressure of having to be in first place all the time.
“then, they got me into violin that same year. they told me to be better at it every time, so I practiced in between classes somewhere private and my back and neck would hurt so much that I couldn’t even eat dinner most times because I’d fall asleep studying on my bed.”
“then they discovered my drawings which made them happy because I was good at it, meaning they could brag about another skill their child had. they went on a lot of business trips too, so I was left with my aunt most of the time.”
“I had to make excuses for my parents because other people and teachers would see me go up on that stage over and over again with my aunt and her husband. people started thinking they were teen parents because they looked too young to be my parents.” you said with a small scoff, then took a sip of your drink again.
satoru’s heart ached for you, and at some point, your head ended up on his shoulder. you kept talking.
“then my dad cheated on my mom when I was in middle school, and she pushed me into more extracurriculars.” you said, laughing at the thought even more to avoid wanting to cry.
“I told them that I wanted to be an art major and she went into this huge fit about how most artists remained broke and that she wanted to retire early, hence the version of me that became an engineer.” you said, which shocked satoru once more—pulling back to look at you.
“she forced you to be an engineering major?” he asked, looking weird. you felt slightly surprised.
“well, kind of. but it’s fine, engineering was one of my options. it’s alright.” you said, suddenly feeling sad.
“she tried to keep me away from art entirely but I told her that the world art history class was mandatory when it wasn’t.” you said, giggling now. satoru remained shocked, but laughed with you.
“that’s pretty smart.” he said, laughing still as he pointed a finger at you. you shrugged, feeling lighter because you were laughing together. “what your parents did was not smart though.”
you continued laughing, then gave a small nod. “I agree.”
the silence settled between you two for a moment before you spoke up again.
“w-what about you? did you always want to play sports and be a finance major?” you asked, and satoru laughed a little again. he was the current soccer captain for the university’s collegiate level team.
“well, no. I wanted to be a scientist at some point, actually.” he said. “then they ignored the thought altogether and made me focus on sports.” satoru replied, and you listened carefully.
“they made me study for hours on end, then I’d have to go to soccer practice, and study again. they’d brag when I was at the top of my class, then compare me to the other kids if someone bested me.” he said. your brows furrowed.
“first of all, I’m sorry that happened. second of all, you were at the top of your class?” you asked—very much confused. gojo satoru, the one who’s been called out for being one of the students who were underperforming the most—at the top of his class at some point in his academic career?
“yeah.” satoru said, sheepish now that he was found out. “so then what happened in college?” you asked, still utterly confused.
“well… you happened,” he said. you went silent. “I first noticed you at a science fair suguru participated in in our third year. you won first place, I saw, but that wasn’t what drew me to you.” he said.
“I liked that your project was so practical. I liked that you made your project entirely of recycled materials, and the fact that it was so clean, put-together, and functional.” he said. you thought satoru was lying, but then thought it couldn’t be possible because he was saying stuff so vividly with so much detail.
your project had been a mini automated trash bin that could immediately detect if the trash was thrown correctly into the correct biodegradable or non-biodegradable bin. it wouldn’t say anything if you threw the right trash in the right bin, but if it detected trash that didn’t belong there—it’d immediately say, ‘stop! please get the trash out and put it in the correct bin.’ then list off specific materials that should belong in a specific bins.
you’d spent a month coding it, two weeks of trying to search for the proper materials to use because the school had a limited budget, and what you think is two days worth of crash-outs. you took pride in that project—it was a personal best that was displayed in your school’s archive.
“I liked the way your project was so thoughtful for the environment, how it was coded to perfection, how it could educate people and help with bigger issues at the same time-” satoru couldn’t gush about your high school project more because you’d kissed him already.
satoru was shocked for a moment, then you pulled away—looking like you couldn’t believe what you just did. then you started yapping.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that, it’s weird I know I-” you said, then satoru just cut you off with a kiss of his own as he wrapped your arms around your waist—effortlessly pulling you into his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
he slipped his tongue into your mouth—and you shut your eyes, letting out a soft groan as satoru took your glasses off.
when you pulled away, you panted softly as you kept your place on his lap. you felt warm and hot and bothered all over.
“satoru…” you said. “I know, baby. I know, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” he said, looking so desperate in his own unique way.
“I want to do it. really, I do.” you said—and satoru let out a shaky sigh.
“okay. okay. tell me if I’m too rough, or if I’m hurting you, okay, angel? I’ll stop if you want me to. I promise.” satoru replied, and you smiled as you kissed him again. satoru let out a soft whimper, then his hands went to your hips—the other reaching down to your ass.
you whimpered, feeling satoru growing harder against your crotch as you rocked forward slightly.
“fuck, baby, be gentle, please.” satoru pleaded softly, groaning and moaning into your mouth.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” you replied, soft sounds getting more evident as satoru pulled away and started kissing down your neck.
“satoru… ngh-” you moaned softly. “did you- fuck,” satoru put both hands on your ass now, squeezing as you felt heat pool in your lower stomach and your cunt clench around nothing.
“what was that, baby?” satoru said quietly, his breath ghosting over your lips as he pulled his feet out the water, standing up as he lifted you up—making you wrap your legs around his waist, then he started walking inside the frat house and upstairs to his room.
you whined as satoru kissed you more, keeping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he walked up the stairs and to his bedroom door, then opened it and kicked it shut, locking it immediately and walking the few extra feet to his bed. satoru lied on his back—keeping you on top of him as his hands went to undo the buttons of your jeans.
he undid the zipper too, then slipped his hand into the waistband of your panties—rubbing your clit between his fingers. your back arched as you let out a moan, then you started grinding down on his hand.
“satoru, don’t tease.” you whined—seeing the stupidly handsome grin on his face. “sorry, angel. you just look so cute. you’re this wet and I’ve barely even touched on your clit. you’re that easy for me, hm?”
“n-no, you’re talking as if your dick isn’t- fuck, right there!” you gasped, feeling him slip a finger inside. satoru grinned even more, one hand palming your breast as he thrusted his finger in and out of your clenching cunt.
“what’d you say, angel?” satoru replied, looking straight at you as he thrust his finger into you faster.
“I’m gonna cum, toru, please-” you whimpered, damn near sobbing as satoru pulled his finger out—putting his thumb on your clit again. “no-!” you whimpered, feeling your cunt clench around nothing even more now.
“fuck, baby, she’s pulsing.” satoru groaned, feeling you rock softly on the bulge in his pants.
“satoru… I want you inside, please.” you whimpered again, kissing him desperately and getting off on the high of feeling his bulge press directly against your clothed cunt and his thumb on your clit.
“fuck, doll-” satoru groaned, kissing you back as he reached down—taking your shirt off, undoing your bra clasp, then flipping you both as your back hit his sheets. satoru put your legs on his shoulders, pressing his bulge forward as he started fucking you through your clothes. you moaned, feeling his hand squeeze on one breast and suck on the other.
“ngh, toru-!” you moaned, whimpering as you felt yourself get close.
“I know, baby- fuck, tits so perfect.” satoru went faster, and you moaned louder.
“satoruu!” you moaned, feeling your orgasm hit as satoru let out a grunt—thrusting forward a few more times, then stilling slightly as he let your breast go with a pop.
“you alright there, doll? you’re not tapping out on me yet, are you?” satoru grinned, taking his shirt off and grinning even more at the sight of your dazed expression ogling at his muscles.
“n-no…” you muttered softly, looking away, embarrassed. you weren’t even fully undressed, and yet you came with your jeans and your panties still on.
“you sure?” satoru said, licking your juices off his fingers. “fuck, you taste better than I could’ve ever imagined.” he said, leaning down to kiss you immediately. you could taste your juices on his tongue, and it got you even wetter somehow.
you moaned as he kissed you, reaching down as you tugged at the waistband of his pants. satoru laughed. “I know, baby. c’mere.” he said, peeling your jeans off you as he leaned down—burying his face in your damp panties.
“fuckkk,” he moaned—and you could feel your cunt clench around nothing. “smell so good. you’re this wet for me, baby?” satoru latched his mouth onto your clit, sucking through your panties.
“toru-!” you moaned, louder now as satoru’s eyes rolled back from the pleasure. he groaned, taking your panties off as he ate you out even more, flicking his tongue against your clit fast as his fingers thrusted in and out of you again at the same pace. “toru!! pleasepleaseplease,” you whined—back arching off the bed as you came again, making a mess on his face.
satoru lapped up every single drop, pulling away as he shoved down his jeans and his boxers in one go. he groaned as he started stroking his cock—already slick with cum and pre. your eyes widened.
all nine inches of him stood proud and tall, his tip a pretty flushed pink with the veins visible on his shaft—and looking so hard he was fucking twitching.
“like what you see, baby?” satoru grinned more, moving closer. you felt your cheeks heat up. “t-that’s not going to… mmph!” you moaned—feeling the tip graze your entrance as satoru leaned forward to grab a condom from his nightstand.
“you can take it, can’t you, baby? you’ve been so good f’me.” he said. you nodded, whimpering as he tore open the package of the condom, then rolling it onto his cock.
satoru coated himself in your juices—sliding his cock against your folds as his tip slipped into your entrance, then pulled back out and rubbed faintly on your clit again. “satoru, stop teasing- please,” you whimpered softly. satoru laughed, kissing you as he pointed his tip against your entrance.
“I’m gonna push in now, okay, baby? if you wanna stop, just tell me, yeah?” he said against your lips. you nodded, whimpering as satoru started pushing in—inch by inch.
“satoru!” you whimpered, holding onto his shoulders tightly. “fuck- you’re so tight.” he moaned, and you whimpered—eyes shut tight as your back arched off the bed.
satoru bottomed out—his tip making out with your cervix as you panted, feeling light-headed. “you look like you’re tapping out on me, doll.”
“m-move, please, toru.” you whimpered, hands gripping tightly on his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist.
satoru didn’t need to be told twice. he pulled back, then thrust forward again—starting slow at first, then he eventually went faster—fucking you like you owed him something now.
“fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight-” satoru groaned, moving between your breasts as he sucked one of them into his mouth, then moved onto the other.
“t-toru, slow- down! pleaseplease,” you moaned—legs spreading wider despite yourself as your hips bucked up. satoru just went faster, and he doesn’t think he’s been so horny before.
“your pussy’s fucking amazing,” satoru groaned—fucking into you even more. “‘m close, baby- fuckfuckfuck-” satoru buried himself to the hilt and came, spilling into the condom.
satoru collapsed onto your chest, hearing you whine as he fucked into you more—your orgasm hitting as his eyes rolled back.
“toru…” you whined, feeling your pussy spasm and clench around him. “I know, sweets- fuck. you’re squeezing me so tight.” he said. satoru pulled out once things mellowed down, and you whined at the loss—seeing him tie the condom off and throw it nearby.
“you alright, baby?” satoru asked gently—lying down beside you as he pulled you to his chest. you sighed softly, pulling him into you more. “‘m okay.” you muttered, and satoru gave a soft laugh.
he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and just like that, the both of you fell asleep right next to each other.
you drifted off to sleep much easier than you usually would have, and the last you could think of was the fact that you were doomed. you were falling for satoru, and him, for you.
satoru woke up first when morning came. the sun wasn’t even fully up in the sky yet, but he could see enough of your sleeping form to think he wanted to marry you for multiple seconds. but he was plagued with enough guilt to think he didn’t deserve to do so.
not after he let his ego in the way. not after he made that bet with toji. not after he agreed to playing with your feelings for money that wasn’t even a quarter of what he considered pocket change.
satoru had always known he was a selfish and greedy bastard, and in the back of his mind, he knows that that would catch up to him someday, that something would maybe happen and that would maybe ruin him forever.
nevertheless, he shook his head mentally, sighing as he buried his face in your hair and went back to sleep—unaware of the message that said:
end note: NOT PROOFREAD. so sorry this was so late </3. as always, let me know what u guys think of chapter two! taglist is still open, just comment on the masterlist if you guys want to be tagged <3
the first time your son learned how to walk, you and your husband satoru were over the moon. it was on a random saturday afternoon with you all in your son’s playpen. already a seemingly rare occasion where satoru finally had a break from all of his missions.
at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.
but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.
satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.
you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.
“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.
he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.
“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.
“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.
“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.
“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.
“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”
“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.
little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…
fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.
it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.
“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.
“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.
when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.
at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?
“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.
“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”
“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.
“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!
you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.
“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”
you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.
“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.
there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.
“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.
“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.
satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”
you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”
“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.
you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”
“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”
“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”
“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”
“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”
“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.
“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”
“nooo…” your son shakes his head.
“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.
“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”
“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.
“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”
“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.
“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”
“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”
“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”
“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.
“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.
“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.
you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦
notes: i luv reading dad jjk men so writing this was soso fun, don’t be shy to req more guys, technically gojo could have teleported to the baby but i wanted to long things out 🥰, but yeah i didn’t know how to end it so hope this was okay
