୨୧ — Gojo's hands shake like he's eighteen again, gripping your hips with white knuckled desperation, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" his vocabulary reduced to caveman like grunts when you're under him like this, years of experience apparently meaning jack shit when your legs wrap around his waist.
He's all stuttering rhythm and graceless hunger, like he forgot how bodies work. One second he's jackhammering into you with supernatural speed, the next he's frozen completely, forehead pressed to your collarbone, panting like he just ran a marathon because your warmth threatens to undo him entirely... "Jesus, you’re…" He breaks off with a choked laugh, hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, been too long since I- shit, do that thing again. With your tongue again, please. Right there."
His demand is adorably needy, punctuated by a sharp, sloppy thrust as you scrape your teeth against the tendon of his neck, just how he likes it~.
Everything about his technique is pure chaos. No finesse, just raw need and that stupid boyish grin even when he's buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick.
When you arch beneath him, a low moan tearing from your throat, your cunt clamps down hard around his cock. It’s a vice grip, a sudden, violent spasms that rippled through your entire body… Satoru’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. And for a moment, he forgets his name, yours, and any word that isn’t an expletive as you completely come undone.
It’s not just a flutter, not just a wetness, but a gush. Hot, sudden. A flood of your release soaking his entire cock, his balls, the thick thatch of white hair at his base. It rushes out of you in thick, uncontrollable waves, splattering onto his sheets beneath your ass with an audible wet splssh. The sound is obscene. Juices slicking his length, dripping down him, making his thrusts messy- obscenely wet.
"Did you just-? His voice is thick with pure awe, breathless. The stupid grin returns as he drives into that soaked cunt of yours, feeling the slick mess coating him. "Whoa! Youre like a little Squirtle." The ridiculous Pokémon joke tumbles out mid thrust… He’s so fucking pleased with himself, he almost fumbles his rhythm entirely,"Get it? 'Cause you just squir—"
"Satoru, I swear to God-" you gasp, but the protest is cut off as he angles his hips sharply, burying himself impossibly deeper.
"Yeah, yeah, less talking, more-"
The new angle hits that spongy spot inside you dead on, hard. A choked cry rips from you, followed instantly by another gush, soaking him further, the sheets beneath you now a dark, soaked circle.
But there’s something beautiful about how he fucks when he's like this- like he's afraid you'll disappear- like if he doesn't fill you up immediately you'll change your mind. Like he wants to leave a piece of himself with you, so you won't forget him.
pms? tender breasts? don't worry, your ꒰devoted꒱ boyfriend satoru gojo is happy to be your personal bra for the day ౨ৎ 1.1k
fluff ; crack ; suggestive art by @/Rezijellyfish0
It was a morning like any other.
You woke up curled right into your boyfriend Satoru Gojo's side, practically on top of him on the comfortable double bed. You didn't really have much room, not with his habit of lying down like a starfish, but you couldn't blame him – his long limbs just needed to take up all the space every night, and so you were forced to use your boyfriend as a pillow, of course.
Your favourite pillow.
You were awfully comfortable like this, nuzzling into his broad chest as the morning light started to bleed in through the half open window. Yes, so comfortable you could just drift away again... until.
Until those long limbs started to close in towards you.
That was another one of his morning habits, you see. Even for how spread out he liked to sleep, as soon as Satoru started to drift back into consciousness – you were the first thing he'd search for.
In his half asleep haze he closed his arms around you, squeezing you into him with all his might, letting out the most satisfied of hums. Not you, however – the sound that escaped your mouth was somewhere between a yelp and a cry for help.
"Baby?!" Satoru sprung into consciousness in a second. "What's wrong?!"
His bright blue eyes snapped open to see you pouting at him, hands over your already very sore breasts that he had painfully squeezed against his side. "Oh" he frowned, understanding. "It's that week, isn't it?"
You nodded slowly, letting Satoru manoeuvre you on your back so he could rest on his elbow next to you. When you first found out he was tracking your cycle you did call him a freak, but to be honest, it was worth it with how gentle he was with you now.
"Is it really bad?" he asked, tracing soft lines over your collarbone with his free hand. His touch was feather light, his hand apologising to your tender skin.
"It hurts" you exhaled, letting your head sink into the pillow with a long sigh. "They feel heavy"
"Heavy?" Satoru echoed, very obviously looking down to your chest. Naturally, you pinched him. "Ow! What was that for?"
"I'm in pain and you want to check if they're bigger?!" you growled, ready to throw a pillow right on his stupid white hair.
"No no no, you know I think they’re perfect” Satoru apologised immediately, peppering kisses all over your face. "It was for science only"
"Sure" you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't keep the angry act for long, not with your boyfriend's puppy dog eyes so close to your face.
"I mean it, I only want to help" he said, sitting up. And you did believe him – your boyfriend had been trying his best since he figured out how difficult pms was for you.
Last month, he even bought you a personalised hot water bottle with both your initials on it. Baby blue, of course.
You weren't sure who else would be confusing their hot water bottle for yours anyway, but its the gesture that counts.
"Come here baby, I'll help you up" he called to you with wide open arms, but as soon as he started to pull you up, you groaned again. "Is it that bad?" he grimaced, seeing your hands go back to holding onto your sore breasts.
Unfortunately, it was.
"It's ok" you tried to deflect, feeling bad for how worried he seemed. "You don't have to worry about m–"
"None of that" Satoru pouted. "Does that help?" he nodded to your hands, clearly some sort of plan starting to form in that head of his.
"Kind of" you replied, massaging yourself. "Should probably put on a bra" you sighed.
"In bed?!" Satoru shook his messy white hair side to side. "It's unfair" he completed solemnly. And you agreed with him.
But then he opened up his mouth again, with that tone he employed when he was going to suggest something... unusual.
"Why don't you...let me help?"
That made you stop halfway, turning up to look at him. "What do you mean?"
"Just… come here" he said, extending those pale fingers to you. You had one raised eyebrow, but let him do what he had intended – and soon his large palms were closing around your breasts.
"Pervert" you deadpanned.
"You said it helped!" he argued.
You took a moment, considering. You were very used to your boyfriend touching you everywhere, of course, but you had never seen him look so commited about it. It was almost endearing, in a kind of, um, odd way.
"So, what, you'll just be my personal bra today?" you teased.
"If you want me to" he nodded.
"Aren't your arms getting tired?" you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Baby, this is what I train for" he replied smugly.
You let out a little laugh, enjoying your boyfriend's silly plan and how serious he was about it. "You can't possibly keep this up" you joked.
"Wanna bet?"
You shouldn't have said yes. But of course you did.
The rest of the day was spent with Satoru glued to you – more so than usual. "You're enjoying this" you poked him as he stood with his chin on top of your head and his hands right where he promised they'd be, watching you make your morning coffee.
"You wound me, princess" he pretended to sigh. "This is for your own good"
Sure it was.
Later you sat down to watch TV, and Satoru placed you right on his lap, before his hands returned to your chest. "You're ridiculous" you laughed, his chin heavy on your shoulder this time and your back to his chest.
"Is it helping?" he asked.
In truth, it was. He was warm and soft and much more comfortable than a real bra; and walking around like you had been cursed into attachment was lifting your mood as much as it was annoying you too.
His eccentric ways were just one of the things you loved about your boyfriend, after all.
Of course, this all got a bit too ridiculous when you announced you were going to shower, and got followed by the white haired giant all the way into the bathroom. "You can't be serious" you looked up at him.
"I only want to hel–Ow! Ok, I'll be outside"
You laughed, seeing his pout as he closed the door behind him. It was adorable how devoted he was to this stupid plan – and you also couldn't deny you missed his loving touch as soon as he had let go of you.
Maybe he could help you shower too. He only wanted you to feel better, right?
"Satoru" you called, not even surprised when the door opened before you had even finished saying his name.
"Need me?" he grinned from ear to ear.
You would have pinched him again if he wasn't so damn adorable.
my boobs feel like they're about to explode and this is what came of it I don't know what else to say
Satoru always had a big appetite especially when it came to sweets. But in the following weeks of winter you noticed his appetite dramatically increased.
He would take extras of whatever you cooked for breakfast, told you to pack him more of those protein bars that tasted like artificial birthday cake, asked you to cook extra of whatever meat you cooked for dinner, Overall he just became more of a glutton than he already was.
One night you finally noticed the changes in his body.
He was changing out of his sorcerer uniform. His back was broader being able to see some of his muscles when he moved just right, he turned around as he fixed his baggy t-shirt from being inside out. Your eyes scan his front. Chest heavier, arms bigger yet looked a little soft, and his abs not as defined anymore.
He was fucking huge.
his eyes follow your gaze on him white eyebrow quirking upwards with that stupid knowing grin spreading across his lips. One long stride over to the bed his large hands go on either side of your hips on the mattress - large body looming over you looking down at you.
“you’ve been staring at me all night, wanna tell me that’s all about?” his voice teasingly low, of course he got a kick out of you eyeing him up since he took off his shirt.
you swallowed hard your eyes trailing from his soft abs up at his face, his lips still plastered with that stupid grin of his.
“you’re huge,” is all you could manage to say with how intensely he was looking at you his blue eyes having that crazy glow to them.
Satoru sighs out a chuckle, large hands leaving the mattress landing on your waist gently pushing you down flat on the plush mattress before completely smothering you with his huge body making you let out noise from how overwhelmingly heavy he is.
“Satoru! get off,” you whine weakly. hands smacking his broad upper back that just made him chuckle again. His nose dips down into your neck placing soft kisses against the warm skin.
“but you’ve been looking at me all night like you’re gonna eat me,” he says in between kisses on your neck making you squirm weakly under him.
“that’s only because you look different,” you groan weakly still trying to get out from under his crashing body.
Satoru lifts his head up looking down at you with a slight pout
“good different or bad different?”
you sigh with relief, atleast half his weight is off you now
“obviously a good different,” you reply softly looking up at him. Chest lightly heaving from catching your breath after just being crushed by him.
then with full force he smothers you again with his entire body weight, his lips overwhelming your face in kisses.
“i knew you love it,” he grins against your cheek before attacking it again with soft kisses making you sigh knowing you’d be under him for awhile.
♡ husband!satoru’s genes are just too strong ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
part 2
you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on your very obvious baby bump, the other clutching the newest ultrasound.
“i’m done,” you declare.
across the room, satoru pauses mid taking his shirt off. “done… with pregnancy? because i feel like that’s a little late.”
“with your genes,” you snap, glaring at the photo. “they’re ridiculous. actually unfair.”
he snorts, walking over. “nothing i can do about that, sweetheart.”
you shove the ultrasound toward him. “explain this.”
he looks at it, then at you. “…that is a baby.”
“that is you,” you correct immediately. “again. for the third time.”
he hums like he’s considering it. “we don’t know that.”
“we do,” you insist, growing more emotional by the second.
“we have two already, toru. two tiny versions of you running around with your face, your hair, your stupidly pretty eyes—what am i even contributing?!”
“everything?” he offers.
“no,” you shake your head, pouting. “i carried them for months. i’m carrying this one. i do all the work and your genes just— copy, paste, repeat!”
he tries— he really does— but a grin slips out anyway. “to be fair, it’s a very good face to copy—”
“satoru.”
“right. not the time.”
you huff, looking down at your stomach. the baby shifts faintly, and it only makes your emotional state worse. “i just… i want one that looks like me.”
that quiets him instantly.
he steps closer, slower this time, like approaching something fragile. kneeling in front of you, he gently takes your hand and places it more securely over your bump, covering it with his own.
“they are like you,” he says, softer now.
“they don’t look like me,” you mumble.
“they have your expressions. your attitude,” he replies. “the way they get emotional over the smallest things—”
“it’s not small!”
“—and the big things,” he corrects easily, a small smile tugging at his lips. “that’s all you.”
you hesitate, but your eyes are still shiny. “that’s not the same.”
“it is to me.” his thumb brushes under your eye, catching a tear before it falls. “and this one? might surprise us.”
“you said that last time.”
“okay, yeah,” he admits, “and i was wrong.. twice. but y’know— third time’s a charm.”
a reluctant laugh slips out of you.
“there she is,” he murmurs, leaning in until your foreheads touch. “besides… even if our baby comes out looking exactly like me—”
“she will.”
“—she’s still yours first,” he says gently. “you’re the one she hears, the one she feels. you’re home before she even opens her eyes.”
that makes your expression falter.
“…and,” he adds, grin returning just a little, “if we do end up with three mini me’s, i think that just proves you have excellent taste.”
you let out a shaky breath, then weakly smack his shoulder. “your genes are still stupid.”
“yeah,” satoru says easily, wrapping his arms around you and your bump, “but you married into the problem.”
you grumble, but melt into him anyway, his hand resting warm and steady over your stomach.
“…next one better look like me,” you mumble.
“personally, i do not mind if we keep trying.”
“and what— create a whole clan?” you huff.
“i mean—” you slap a hand on his mouth before he can continue.
it is no secret to anyone that your husband (satoru) is unbelievably handsome. dashing, sexy — other words he likes to use to describe himself. and because of this universally known fact, women often will stop him on the street for ridiculous reasons.
like right now.
satoru is leaning against his vehicle, earbuds in, humming to an odd tune as he waits for you outside of your work building. he isn’t even trying to look approachable. but of course — someone always stops him anyway.
“hey…” a woman strolls up to him, tucking her hair behind her ear. satoru’s gaze lazily flickers over, a kind smile playing on his lips — albeit disinterested at the same time.
because he knows what’s about to happen. and he wonders what method she’ll go with. an excuse for coming up to him, or boldly ask for his number straight up?—
“you look like you’re enjoying your music. what’re you listening to?”
ah, of course. a mischievous, toothy grin (almost ominous and cat-like) curls onto satoru’s lips as his face lights up with delight — almost as if he has been waiting for this moment since forever.
“wanna hear?”
the lady blinks, momentarily taken aback by his question before her smile widens, cheeks pink as she mistakes the edge in his voice as flirting.
“sure!”
he plucks out one earbud with deft fingers, leaning off the car door and close enough for her to get a whiff of his pricey cologne before slipping it smoothly into her ear.
it’s barely a second before her smile freezes in place.
the unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning — soft and breathless — fills one ear. the stranger’s eyes widen, releasing a mortified gasp as a flush creeps up her neck from humiliation. she rips the bud out like it burned her.
“w-what the hell?!”
but satoru’s smile only grows more menacing. the poor woman stumbles back slightly while he stands there with the ease of a man who isn’t listening to something so lewd and vile in public.
satoru chuckles, tilts his head, shades lowering on the bridge of his nose as he peeks over the dark lenses — revealing pale white lashes and glowing, dangerous, icy blue in its wake that make the lady tense up with a chill running down her spine.
“pretty, right?”
he taps the bud in his own ear.
“that’s my wife.”
p.s. — the moral of the story is don’t flirt with gojo satoru because he will make it known he’s a taken man in a shameless, scary way that will make you regret coming up to him in the first place.
Back aching, dragging swollen feet you pad across the living room towards your husband, satoru.
Approaching his slightly drowsy figure on the couch you call out his name. Slowly his sleepy gaze lifts and lights up at the sight of his 6 months pregnant wife.
“Hey…baby” his voice soft, gaze lingering at your swollen belly and the cute pout on your face.
“What’s wrong?” he questions standing up, hands automatically resting on your hips.
“Carry the baby for me” you huff out.
Satoru tilts his head amused at his wife’s command “I would honey, if I could I would turn into a male seahorse and carry all our children”.
You glare at him, too moody for his silly antics and proceed to turn around on your feet, his chest to your back.
“Give me your hands toru” and being the ever pleasing husband he is he abides.
Bending down you feel your husband in the crook of your neck watching you guide his hands under your belly.
Something clicks and he whispers “yes ma’am” as he lifts your belly gently with his large hands.
A sigh of content leaves your lips as the weight of the bump gets transferred to your husband momentarily.
After all carrying the strongest’s offspring is no easy task.
Satoru watches as you melt into his chest, snuggling into your neck and inhaling your scent.
“I wasn’t joking about the seahorse part” your chuckle vibrates against his chest, his heart beating faster as your warmth ruminates through him, your mood clearly elevated.
firefly; my first post ever! i’m so nervous posting my work hopefully i can improve my writing through this ❀ུ͏
“stop being weird,” you muttered, pushing satoru’s hand away as it crept toward your waistband. the sheets were warm, tangled around your legs, and the dim glow from the streetlight outside painted stripes across the ceiling.
he chuckled, low and unapologetic, his fingers tracing idle circles just above your hip.
“you say that like you mean it,” he murmured, his breath warm against your shoulder. you could hear the smirk in his voice without even looking.
your breath hitched when his fingers dipped lower, slipping past the elastic of your underwear despite your weak shove.
“i’m serious, satoru—” you started, but the protest died in your throat as his thumb brushed over you through the damp cotton. a small, traitorous noise escaped you instead.
“mm, see?” he nosed at your temple, his other arm pinning your hips down when you tried to squirm away.
“you don’t wanna stop.” his fingers pressed more deliberately, and you bit your lip to stifle another sound. the heat between your legs was insistent, throbbing in time with your pulse.
“you’re fucking gross,” you breathed, arching into his touch despite yourself, the words lacking any real bite. satoru’s laugh rumbled against your skin as he slid two fingers into you, slow and deliberate, his thumb still moving in lazy circles.
“i know,” pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw. his fingers didn’t stop, curling just right, and you shuddered. “i know you like it baby.”
the certainty in his voice sent a jolt through you, your thighs clamping around his wrist without thinking.
your hands fisted in the sheets, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer. “god, you’re—” his fingers pressed deeper, cutting you off with a choked sound. satoru hummed, pleased, his breath hot against your ear. “say it again,” he coaxed, voice rough. “call me disgusting.”
you whimpered, hips jerking, the quiet room making every sound feel louder. the tension in your stomach tightened, relentless, and you hated how good it felt. “stop,” you tried again, but it came out uneven, your nails digging into his forearm.
the word dissolved into a gasp as his fingers shifted, hitting that perfect angle. your vision blurred slightly at the edges. Satoru’s lips dragged down your throat, teeth grazing your pulse just enough to sting before his tongue soothed it. “liar,” he murmured, the vibration sending a shiver through you. his free hand slid under your shirt, warm and familiar. “you don’t want me to stop.”
you hated how right he was. hated how your body kept responding, arching into him, trembling, every small movement pulling you closer. “you’re—” you choked, voice thin as his thumb pressed harder. “disgusting,” you managed, and your body betrayed you immediately, clenching around his fingers.
satoru let out a quiet, satisfied sound. “there it is,” he muttered, voice thick with amusement. "fuck, you’re so pretty like this" his fingers sped up, the wet sound of them moving in you obscenely loud.
“look at you,” he said, watching your face. “you gonna come like this baby?” his fingers curled again, and your thighs shook. “yeah, you are.”
the orgasm hit hard—your body going rigid for a second before everything unraveled. your breath broke, thighs trembling, hands grabbing at him instinctively.
he didn’t stop right away, dragging it out just enough to make you squirm. “too much,” you gasped, pushing weakly at his wrist, and he finally slowed.
"you’re such a fucking liar," he murmured, pulling his fingers free with a slick sound that made your face burn. he brought them to his mouth without hesitation, licking them clean with a hum that was equal parts satisfaction and provocation. your stomach flipped, both mortified and impossibly, stupidly turned on.
"see?" he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "you liked it."
you let out a shaky breath, your limbs still loose as you turned to rest your head against his chest. you gave his shoulder a half-hearted shove. “i didn’t say that.”
satoru huffed out a quiet laugh, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. “you didn’t have to.”
he kissed you then, slower this time, less teasing but just as sure. when he pulled back, he shifted closer, arm sliding under you, fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back like nothing had happened.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"can we buy matching thongs?" satoru chirps the second you two walk by the victoria secret's store, displaying the laciest and most gorgeous lingerie sets on the mannequins. you turn your head to him, scrunching your face in confusion as you ask him to repeat what he'd just said.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"c'mon!" he trills, already pulling you inside the shop before you can even try to retaliate back. "i've seen people do it on tiktok, so let's buy a set and do it ourselves? whatcha say?" — though you know he's going to make you do it regardless of what your response may be. so with a sigh, you follow him and start scavenging for the perfect matching pair.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀much to your boyfriend's dismay, they don't really sell 'boyfriend & girlfriend matching thongs', so you have to settle for just buying the same item. he rummages through the entire store, looking for the perfect ones. in the end, you both settle for these hot pink thongs with shiny gems embedded all along the hip bands.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀as soon he pays, he's dragging you to the changing rooms and unbuckling his pants. you just stare at him in disbelief, a soft scoff leaving your lips as he pulls out the thongs. "let's wear them now!" he says, pressing a wet smooch to your cheeks. you roll your eyes at his incessant odd behaviour . . but unfortunately, this is what you do love about him. and so you remove your own panties, replacing them with the new blingy lingerie.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the second you both change into them, satoru takes out his phone and positions it right down to your hips. he tells you to hug him and to pull the gem stoned band over the waistband of your jeans, just the way he had done. he slips his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, pulling you close to him so that your body is now flush against his. both of your thong straps glint prettily under the changing room lights, and your plush belly presses up against his stomach, showing off a bit of his toned abs that'd been exposed cause of his tee that had ridden up slightly to flash his shiny new undergarments.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀he snaps a few photos, the giddiest smile stretched across his face as he picks out his favourite to post on his story. "you're really sharing this?" you giggle, carding your fingers through his hair. satoru replies with a simple 'duh', like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the story receives a numerous comments in a matter of minutes — here's a few：
shokoieri ⫶ my fave lesbian couple. happy pride 💗
princesugu ⫶ this had to be gojo's idea
k.nanami ⫶ Is this a new trend amongst the young couples?
satomiu ⫶ u shoulda bought matching bras too
