18+ MDNI, smut and crack - when bf!gojo doesn't fit you anymore...
โow.โ
โi havenโt even put it in yet.โ
โthen why does it already hurt?โ
youโre lying flat on your back, legs up, bracing yourself like youโre about to be hit by a semi-truck. and, in some ways, you are.
gojo is between your legs. naked. flushed. hard as hell.
you havenโt had sex in a month.
not because anythingโs wrong - just life. work. missions. stress. your period. the whole โfalling asleep at 9:30 like an old married coupleโ thing.
but now itโs saturday. the sheets are clean. the vibe is right.
except.
except.
his dick doesnโt fit.
"have you gotten bigger?" you demand.
he raises a brow. "what, like my dickโs bulking without me?"
you swat his arm. "iโm serious. it didnโt used to feel like this."
"yeah, well, maybe your pussy shrank."
"maybe your ego grew so massive it displaced all the blood flow."
he snorts. kisses your knee. "god, i missed you."
you sigh. "i missed you too. just notโฆ like this. impaled."
he groans dramatically. collapses forward to bury his face in your chest. "this is so sad. my baby canโt take dick anymore. how will we go on."
"maybe we just cuddle. like normal people."
he pops back up, scandalized. "cuddle? baby. no. i already cried three times in the shower this week. you canโt take this from me."
you burst out laughing. "what."
"iโm emotionally repressed. i need this."
you wipe your eyes. "youโre insane."
but still. you look at him - messy white hair, flushed cheeks, toned chest heaving slightly because heโs been holding himself back - and you want him. even if it hurts a little. even if youโre tight and out of practice.
you bite your lip. "what ifโฆ we just leave it in. for a bit."
his eyes gleam. "you mean cockwarming?"
you roll your eyes. "donโt make it weird."
"you wanna just sit on my cock like a lil toaster oven. say that."
โsatoru.โ
he laughs but obliges. slowly, carefully, he slides in - just the tip. then a little more. you hiss. he stills immediately.
his voice is so gentle when he asks, "you okay?"
you nod. "justโฆ thick. too thick. youโre like a baguette."
he grins. "and youโre a day-old bagel. stiff and unwelcoming."
"thatโs not sexy."
"youโre not sexy."
"take it back."
"no."
but then he leans down. kisses your forehead. strokes your hair. and he doesnโt move - doesnโt thrust - just holds you, buried inside, like heโs content to stay there forever.
"this is kinda nice," you whisper.
"i know. youโre warm. like a microwave."
you flick his forehead.
you end up falling asleep like that - him still inside, you curled around him, both of you finally relaxed.
not even in an โย i canโt feel a thingย โ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. heโs touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?
he hates condoms. hates them like theyโre pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to useโwhich they do, in a wayโthe mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try becauseย whyย would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?
sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. heโll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that youโll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.
so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. itโs on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he doesโwith a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumbโheย promisesย to pull out.
he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.
and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your foldsโhe would cum just like this if he wasnโt so stuck on feeling all of you. youโre warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance andย oh god heโs going to cum already.
โoh,โ he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says โi have to pull out.โ
โyouโre joking, right?โ
โi really wish i was baby,โ he looks pained. heโs never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until youโre too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. โi canโt pull out.โ
โwhat?โ you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.
โif i moveโโ satoru has never looked so serious, โโi will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?โ
โyouโre the one alwaysโโ
โactually donโt argue with me, you know what it does to me.โ he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people heโs killed, how much he loves youโฆ how pretty you look right nowโฆ growing old with you.
it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.
he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.
โdonโt do this to me,โ he whines.
but youโre smiling. youโre so tight and wet and beautiful and everything heโs ever dreamt of having and holding and youโre smiling. โsatoru,โ you say, and heโs weak. โcum inside.โ
anything for you. itโs gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. itโs the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.
and he doesnโt pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.
god he hates condoms.
this is a repost from my account that was #deleted (also @fricks) so if you accuse me of stealing this i will literally eat your ass and not in the good way like it will be digesting in my stomach
you tell satoru how pretty his cock looks when itโs soft and he pops a boner on the spot, tells you the only way to see it again is to ride him till he canโt get it up anymore. which is a lie of course
donโt get me wrong Iโm all about ship and and let ship always and unconditionally but being someone in this fandom who personally doesnโt want to see st/sg content Ever really does require you to be one of godโs strongest soldiers cause I swear I have every iteration of that ship name blacklisted/muted etc across every social media I use and yet still. there it is :)
satoru x f! reader, tooth-rotting fluff, satoru and reader explore their relationship, space talk bc i'm a sucker for that
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โthe moon is beautiful tonight, isnโt it?โโ said satoru with cerulean eyes hidden behind sunnies that were as dark as the space in-between the seemingly infinite stars. his face was pale as the moonlight, hair white as snow in the middle of december and those eyes..oh, they held the skies and everything holy in them.
little dots sparkled in the dark of the night sky which was illuminated by the moon which merely reflected the sunโs own light. craters and their shadows were visible to the naked eye - no six eyes were needed for that. dew lay atop blades of green grass like countless little crystals just waiting to disappear once the sun would kiss them with its first rays. gently, the grass tickled satoruโs ankles as he sat down right next to you.
his gaze drifted from the moon towards your awestruck face scrutinizing the moon and trying to read constellations that you had never been able to find. too many stars, you always said and gave up with a pout. it was cute, satoru thought. even though he knew nothing about the night sky and its celestial wonders, he did know about you.
a chuckle vibrated in the back of his throat, deep like the ocean yet soft like the waves kissing the shore. he shrugged his shoulders almost nonchalantly as if amused. โshe looks a little lonely, but maybe thatโs why i consider her beautiful.โ
โthe moon isnโt that lonely. all these little dots of stars are her company and yet..the sun is the star closest to her and lights her up.โ your voice came out as nothing but a murmur that was as gentle as the caress of the night breeze caressing the leaves of a tree above.
a hum of understanding. satoru didnโt know why he was next to you, shoulder to shoulder and having this sort of conversation with you, yet his heart seemed to know the answer and spoke before his brain could approve. โdo you think the moon is the sunโs favorite companion?โ
โwho can say what the sun truly thinks of the moon? heโs big and complex and pulls everyone in his orbit like magic.โ leaning back, you supported your weight on your palms. then, your eyes drifted over to satoru. the night cast gentle shadows upon his defined yet soft features that would always distract you during yagaโs classes. a little unfair how the gods crafted satoru with such care and the fingertips of a mother. โwhat i can say is that the sun is the moonโs favorite companion.โ
a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. going on missions with satoru was a walk in the park. it was always him who exorcized the curse and treated you to a bowl of ramen in the hidden streets of tokyo. you envied him. if only you could show him your strength for once, but he always insisted on keeping you safe.
satoru tilted his head to the side, one eyebrow furrowed before he came to face you with a curious expression on his face. โwhat would happen to the moon if she strays too far?โ
for a moment, you had no words. was this not..about the moon and space and everything lingering in-between? a blush dusted the apples of your cheeks, your tone a little wistful. โi think the moon would feel lonely and roam the emptiness of space forever.โ
dissatisfaction was painted all over satoruโs face and a huff left his lips; his breath came out in a little white cloud of smoke. โthat fate is too depressing,โ he stated, โthen what if the moon came closer to the sun?โ
to sit next to satoru with the inside of the universe bared to your eyes was probably the closest thing to bliss youโd ever experience. perhaps, this was a little taste of paradise just behind the dormitories, hidden behind trees and bushes and atop a small hill where the grass was still dewy. โthe things that get too close to the sun burn to ash. but if the sun truly loves the moon, i hope heโll let her come close enough to spend an eternity together.โ
underneath satoruโs ribs, his heart was suddenly pounding. he liked to believe that the moon reciprocated the feelings the sun had for her, but..he still tested the waters and only dipped a toe into the waters. โi think the sun would appreciate if the moon came a little closer.โ
there was no infinity when you scooted a little closer to satoru and your shoulder gently bumped against his. nowadays, it was rare to see satoru without infinity surrounding him. you couldnโt possibly blame him for that decision and yet, you appreciated this little gesture more than any โgood morningโ, than any hug and any bowl of ramen heโd treat you to.
he trusted you.
he didnโt burn you.
instead, he carefully lured you into his orbit and refused to let you leave his space.
โlike this?โ you giggled, eyes crinkling at the edges.
for some reason, satoru was still dissatisfied. sure, you were quite a bit closer than before, but his heart yearned for more. โmh, no. more like this.โ
and before the words on the tip of your tongue could fall, satoru cradled the back of your neck with a warm palm and pulled you in until his lips were upon yours in a sweet kiss. his lips tasted like those strawberry lollipops he always sucked on and his breath warmed the apples of your cheeks.
when satoru broke the kiss, his lips hovering just above yours, you asked, โhow close do you want us to be?โ
gentle fingers tugged a strand of hair behind your ear and caressed your warm cheeks. โclose enough to taste you.โ
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tossing and turning in bed like a fearful deer, sleep didnโt come easily to little megumi.
even with the moonlight gently filtering through the curtains and casting a gentle glow upon his childish self and the plushies he surrounded himself with, it brought him little to no comfort. every time he closed his eyes, nightmares would haunt him. gruesome images of monsters hunting him down, the blood of his family long spilled and devoured while he was running.
running, running, running.
until megumi would fall into the abyss and wake up with a gasp, his spine straight as a candle and his palms clammy with cold sweat. his breath came out in labored huffs while his heart was pounding against his ribcage and about to break through the bone of his sternum to make a run for it.
it was just a dream, megumi realized.
โpapa..?โ the kid called out gently with a voice as shaky as a house of cards.
of course no one would answer. it was in the middle of the night and his dad was likely blissfully asleep in his own bedroom, snoring away like dads did.
with a teddy bear clutched in megumiโs hold, he almost silently padded along the wooden floors of his home โ in case any monsters lurked in the shadows and kept their ears wide open for any sound the child might make. shaky hands opened the door to satoruโs bedroom where it was comfortably warm. it was a little too dark for megumiโs liking but it was bright enough for him to find his dad rousing from his slumber and the sleeping figure next to him.
โhad a nightmare?โ satoru whispered gently as the wind and wore a sleepy smile on his face as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes to see his own son better in the darkness.
megumi crawled onto the mattress, quickly burying himself underneath the sheets that satoru held up for him. the kid was about to tell satoru all about the horrifying things his mind had made up in his sleep when he was stopped by you stirring right next to him.
the words megumi wanted to say died on the tip of his tongue.
โare you having a sleepover?โ megumi whispered quietly as to not wake you.
cerulean eyes gazed over at your quietly snoring self, hair disheveled and hugging a good portion of the blanket to your chest. you were so adorable โ even if a bit of drool slipped past the seam of your pretty lips.
โyeah, weโre having a sleepover buddy. wanna join us?โ to that question, megumi eagerly nodded his head, snuggled into the sheets and let his head hit the soft pillows underneath him.
the combined warmth of his dad and you enveloped him and managed to seep through megumiโs clothes. it reminded him of warm, familiar honey that he never used to like but now that you were in the picture..
โis [name] my mama?โ megumi suddenly asked, staring at his dad with big, dark eyes that resembled a doeโs.
satoru appeared to be taken aback for a second before he managed to catch himself and hugged his little boy to his chest like he always did after the kid had a nightmare. โdo you want her to be your mama?โ
megumi glanced over at you. it was you who tended to his scraped knees, brought him sweets after going grocery shopping and made up stories for him to fall asleep to. sure, his papa did the same for him but with you..it felt different. it felt like he was your own flesh and blood and not the child of a woman who left her family for whatever reason.
โyes. i want her to be my mama and you my papa.โ megumi answered after a beat of silence.
a smile rested on satoruโs lips. knowing that his son got along with you, the woman he loved and adored, made his heart soar the skies like birds did. megumi might not have been your biological son but you acted like it. and maybe, that fact was lost in the sea of the past because neither of you three cared about it anymore.
without realizing it, you had become part of their family and satoru was happy it was you.
he was happy it was you who had rung the bell that day with a batch of cookies in your hands and shyly asking him if everything was alright.
he was happy that it was you who he had kissed in the park.
he was happy it was you who had taken the role of megumiโs mother and hopefully..someday..satoruโs wife, as well.
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tossing and turning in bed like a fearful deer, sleep didnโt come easily to little megumi.
even with the moonlight gently filtering through the curtains and casting a gentle glow upon his childish self and the plushies he surrounded himself with, it brought him little to no comfort. every time he closed his eyes, nightmares would haunt him. gruesome images of monsters hunting him down, the blood of his family long spilled and devoured while he was running.
running, running, running.
until megumi would fall into the abyss and wake up with a gasp, his spine straight as a candle and his palms clammy with cold sweat. his breath came out in labored huffs while his heart was pounding against his ribcage and about to break through the bone of his sternum to make a run for it.
it was just a dream, megumi realized.
โpapa..?โ the kid called out gently with a voice as shaky as a house of cards.
of course no one would answer. it was in the middle of the night and his dad was likely blissfully asleep in his own bedroom, snoring away like dads did.
with a teddy bear clutched in megumiโs hold, he almost silently padded along the wooden floors of his home โ in case any monsters lurked in the shadows and kept their ears wide open for any sound the child might make. shaky hands opened the door to satoruโs bedroom where it was comfortably warm. it was a little too dark for megumiโs liking but it was bright enough for him to find his dad rousing from his slumber and the sleeping figure next to him.
โhad a nightmare?โ satoru whispered gently as the wind and wore a sleepy smile on his face as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes to see his own son better in the darkness.
megumi crawled onto the mattress, quickly burying himself underneath the sheets that satoru held up for him. the kid was about to tell satoru all about the horrifying things his mind had made up in his sleep when he was stopped by you stirring right next to him.
the words megumi wanted to say died on the tip of his tongue.
โare you having a sleepover?โ megumi whispered quietly as to not wake you.
cerulean eyes gazed over at your quietly snoring self, hair disheveled and hugging a good portion of the blanket to your chest. you were so adorable โ even if a bit of drool slipped past the seam of your pretty lips.
โyeah, weโre having a sleepover buddy. wanna join us?โ to that question, megumi eagerly nodded his head, snuggled into the sheets and let his head hit the soft pillows underneath him.
the combined warmth of his dad and you enveloped him and managed to seep through megumiโs clothes. it reminded him of warm, familiar honey that he never used to like but now that you were in the picture..
โis [name] my mama?โ megumi suddenly asked, staring at his dad with big, dark eyes that resembled a doeโs.
satoru appeared to be taken aback for a second before he managed to catch himself and hugged his little boy to his chest like he always did after the kid had a nightmare. โdo you want her to be your mama?โ
megumi glanced over at you. it was you who tended to his scraped knees, brought him sweets after going grocery shopping and made up stories for him to fall asleep to. sure, his papa did the same for him but with you..it felt different. it felt like he was your own flesh and blood and not the child of a woman who left her family for whatever reason.
โyes. i want her to be my mama and you my papa.โ megumi answered after a beat of silence.
a smile rested on satoruโs lips. knowing that his son got along with you, the woman he loved and adored, made his heart soar the skies like birds did. megumi might not have been your biological son but you acted like it. and maybe, that fact was lost in the sea of the past because neither of you three cared about it anymore.
without realizing it, you had become part of their family and satoru was happy it was you.
he was happy it was you who had rung the bell that day with a batch of cookies in your hands and shyly asking him if everything was alright.
he was happy that it was you who he had kissed in the park.
he was happy it was you who had taken the role of megumiโs mother and hopefully..someday..satoruโs wife, as well.
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