baby daddy!satoru is your daughter's favorite person
it starts when your daughter was 9 months old, she lays on her back, plays with her daddy. "if you're happy, and you know it, say 'dada'" satoru's voice fills the wide living room.
when she inhale, the world feels silent. "dada" that word come out under her breath.
the big, strongest daddy, satoru is crying. he leans down to give his princess kisses on across her face. "omg, i can't belive it, her first word is dada."
"you're such a smart girl, i know it since you're my daughter." she giggles, showing her little teeth.
since that day, your daughter calls her dada for everything.
"who do you want to change your diaper?" you ask your daughter, she answers it right away "dada" while nibbling on her toy.
"satoru, babe, your daughter needs your help."
satoru emerges from the kitchen, his mouth fulls of cookies. "help what?"
you tug a smile. "change her diaper."
"what? i thought this time is your turn."
you lift your daughter toward satoru. she giggles and mumbling dada, arms reach out to him. how could satoru says no, his princess always gets what she wants.
at midnight, your daughter cries for her dada. satoru's eyes immediately open the first he heard her cry through baby monitor. one second he already in her room, holds your daughter in his arms. her head on her chest, small hand rubs her eye and get back to sleep.
when satoru came back home, the weight of his tiredness lifted up as his daughter greeted him. you put down your daughter, and let her slowly walks to him, "dada... dada..."
satoru kneels down, arms open wide waiting for his daughter. when she reaches him, his arms locked around her, "I'm home, princess."
when satoru has to use bathroom, but your daughter doesn't want to be apart. she cries on the door. "baby, daddy needs his time just a few minutes." you say, try to unlatch her from the bathroom door.
when it's bedtime for your daughter, satoru uses this time to spend time with you. his hands wandering on your body, he breaks the kiss when the knock on the door. your daughter's small hand reaches the knob. "daddy... daddy, i want in..."
you chuckle when satoru gets up and mutter "what a cockblock." but still he opens the door. his daughter clutches her teddy bear, "can i sleep with you and mommy?" she asks, her blue eyes open wide.
how can he says no, satoru lifts her daughter in his arms and walks back to bed. "babe, let's have another one."
We always talk about Satorus cocky side. But what about his sensitive side?
When he’s more… submissive.
Needy.
He’s always the one teasing, invading your space, chin tipped up with that smug grin of his.
Past the dominant side when he usually has you pinned down on the mattress. Teasing you with words that make you weak. Fingers tracing every curve of your body until he has you begging, crying for more.
But im talking about when he’s uncharacteristically quiet. Mask off. When he waits for you to make the first move, almost as if he’s waiting for permission to touch you. Or waiting for you to touch him.
And when you do, you do it slow and deliberate. His usual cockiness is stripped away. You expect him to laugh it off, instead he exhales. Soft. Almost shaky.
He lets you guide him back, lets you tell him to sit, lets you decide the pace. His confidence doesn’t disappear, but it melts, transforming into something warmer. Needier.
And when you take charge, his cocky grin returns, but softer now. Earned. Like he’s giving himself to you instead of performing.
When he holds eye contact as you lead. Shoulders loosen. Breath shallow. He goes still beneath your touch, as if he’s afraid the moment will disappear once he moves, or because he’s waiting on you to allow him to.
When his eyebrows that are usually rested in a cocky arch are now drawn together as he watches you. Breath caught in his throat. Nothing like the loose, reckless mouth he usually fills with cocky words. The hard swallow as it moves down his throat, betraying him.
The Satoru that can take control back anytime. But he doesn’t.
Jealous Satoru doesn't get right, he gets even. Especially if it means fucking you senseless infront of the guy you were bold enough to flirt with, so be it. He'll make sure you never forget who you belong to.
He knows deep down inside you love it, the thrill of someone else watching you get rammed from behind, breasts spilling out of your bra from the precise impact of him fucking your tight cunt. He knows you crave being claimed so openly in front of someone else. You bite your lip because you know you should hate it, you really should, you should feel shame but who can blame you when his fat cock is stretching you out completely, giving you so much pleasure, it makes it hard to care. The way your body responds to him as his hips thrust, hitting that perfect spot leaves you weak.
His thrusts are punishing, grips on your hips are sure to leave bruises, and even though you can’t see it, you know there’s a wicked smirk on his face. The lustful man before you is revelling in the sight before him. Hand lazily working his hardened length as his eyes bore into the art that is you, the mesmerising sight unfolding infront of him.
Satoru doesn't miss a beat, one hand sliding up to play with your nipple, smirking at the way your moans grow louder. "See that?" he grunts into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. A hint of your vanilla and cocoa butter scent hitting him, making him go all the more feral. "Look at him-he can't stop staring. He wishes he could touch you, but guess what? You're mine. Every fucking inch of you."
You try to stifle your cries, but it's no use; the heat between your legs only builds with every word he spits, every slam of his hips into yours. The stranger before you doesn't look away-if anything, his arousal only fuels your shame-tinged excitement.
"You love this," he taunts, his tone arrogant. "Being fucked so good, you can't even remember his name, can you?"
After a long period of inactivity, am I back to write Happy Birthday to Gojo Satoru? Absolutely.
Happy birthday to the one who in a parallel (and fairer) universe has been understood by so many people
Satoru is a character with many shades and maybe that's why he very often seems extremely complicated to some people
But in reality he's just a guy like any other who like everyone else has his desires and ideals
This makes him the character who comes closest to the word "human"
Happy birthday again to the one who with his inner strength never made me feel alone
