☀︎ SATORU GOJO is the only person who could fuck you mid-argument.
i mean, one moment, you're complaining about how close he was to a girl today.
something about how he let her flirt with him 'without having the decency and respect' to tell her that he was beautifully taken by a beautiful girl.
something about how you always (not true) have to tell girls that your precious boyfriend is taken while he sits there and does nothing (also not true).
another moment, you're bent over, trying to whine about how much of a piece of shit he is while he dicks you down, half apologetic, half amused. amused at the fact that you even had the courage to talk to him the way you had.
"sorry, baby," he says, but you're not sure if he's talking to you, or the pussy he was submured in, because hell, it was definitely talking to him. "'m really sorry... 'kay?"
he's whispering in your ear, but you can't seem to comprehend a word he's saying. the dick's too good.
he grabs your jaw with one hand, and grips the sheets with another, his chest warm against your back.
every thrust forces a moan from your throat, but you can't quite talk.
not like he wanted you to, anyway. you'd done enough of that.
"i didn't mean to make you jealous, baby," his brows furrow as he looks down at you with those blue eyes that you love so fucking much. "you're– you're the best, i swear, my– fuckkk,"
he pushes his upper half away from you, letting go of your jaw and moving his large hands down to your ass.
squeezing it, his thrusts slow down, and it makes him smirk.
the sight of his dick easingggg in and out of you? he loves that shit.
you? you're still whining and trying your best to shit-talk. satoru knows you can't. you never can when he's fucking you this good.
and there's never a time where he's not fucking you this good.
"f–fuck you," you finally push out, knuckles aching from the grip you had on the sheets.
"you can, baby," he grins, moving a hand up your back. "i promise, only you can." he almost whispers, but he knows you can hear it.
hubby!gojo's jealous you fell for someone else in tomadachi life✧ ｡
Summary: Satoru Gojo thought he was living the dream when he installed Tomadachi Life until the Mii he'd painstakingly modeled after his wife developed a crush on Nanami!
Content warning: sfw fluff, lowk crack fic, whiny!toru, yes i said bf!gojo but i changed my mind, im married to this man
Satoru Gojo had not meant to become obsessed with Tomodachi Life: Living the Dream.
That was the official story, anyway. According to him, it had started innocently enough. He had been curious because people online kept posting clips of their Miis doing all sorts of silly things, and he had thought it would be funny to recreate everyone he knew. It had been a harmless little distraction that he insisted would last a weekend at most. Then, somehow, a weekend had become two weeks, and two weeks had become him clutching his console at breakfast with the concentration of a man on a mission.
"Toru, you haven’t even checked your workphone yet and you’re already playing that game," you pointed out one morning before giggling at how serious he looked.
Satoru didn't even look up. "It's called commitment, sweetheart."
"You said that yesterday."
"And I meant it yesterday, too."
It wasn't the fact that he'd made himself that concerned you.
It wasn't even the fact that he'd recreated all of his students with alarming accuracy, spending an embarrassing amount of time trying to get Megumi's perpetually unimpressed expression just right. It wasn't the way he'd nearly cried laughing when he discovered how absurd cutscenes could become depending on who was involved. It wasn't the fact that he'd muttered, "Woahhh they call me ‘Your Majesty’ babe!" with the confidence of a man defending a doctoral thesis.
It was the way he'd made you.
He had approached your Mii creation with the seriousness of a sculptor commissioned to carve a masterpiece through the facepaint section
"No," he had said, frowning at the screen. "Your eyes aren't right."
"They look fine."
"They don't look as cute as you."
"You've been adjusting them for twenty minutes."
"They’re not cute enough, baby."
You had watched him restart over and over again after that.
He insisted the tiny digital version of you needed to be perfect. Every time he thought he'd gotten it right, he'd notice something tiny and start over again. You had eventually wandered away to make tea, only to return and find him still hunched over the console with narrowed eyes.
"You know I'm literally sitting right here, right?"
"You deserve accuracy babe."
"You make it sound like you're painting royalty."
"You are royalty."
After that, it should have ended there, but
It wasn't enough for the Miis to exist on the island. He wanted to see how everyone interacted. He checked friendships, he watched cutscenes, he read out the commentary like an overly enthusiastic sports announcer despite being the only one who cared about the outcomes.
Then he discovered relationship rankings.
"Oh?" Satoru blinked.
"What?"
He slowly turned the console around toward you.
"We're friends."
"...I would hope so."
"No, look." Your Mii and his Mii were listed as friends. Satoru stared and then his eyes widened.
"We can do better than that."
You snorted.
"You sound offended."
"I am offended."
Thus began his campaign.
He didn't call it a campaign, of course. He referred to it as "letting fate take its course," which would have sounded more convincing if he hadn't started checking their friendship status every few hours. You'd catch him lying across the couch with one arm thrown over his face, only for him to suddenly sit upright and grab the console with startling urgency.
"Good news."
"What happened?"
"We're Good Friends now."
"You look happier than when you got your paycheck, Toru."
"It means we're destined to fall in love!"
It escalated from there.
Whenever cutscenes involving your Mii and his Mii appeared, he watched with rapt attention, even when he’d already seen them. He narrated them under his breath. Sometimes he laughed. Sometimes he placed a hand dramatically over his chest like he'd just witnessed the greatest romance ever told.
You had never expected your husband, one of the strongest sorcerers alive, to become emotionally attached to tiny digital representations of people he already knew. Yet every night, he updated you on island developments with the same enthusiasm other people reserved for gossip from work.
Eventually, the inevitable happened.
Satoru gasped. "Oh my God!"
"What?"
"We're Ultra Friends."
You blinked.
"...Congratulations?"
"No, you don't understand."
"I think I understand exactly as much as I should."
"We're Ultra Friends."
He looked genuinely thrilled. Then he threw himself sideways across your lap.
"I think my mii is your mii’s favorite!"
"Well you’re my favorite in real life, so…."
"Yeah, but now it's official babe!" You laughed hard enough that your shoulders shook.
The betrayal arrived three days later, it was far too early in the morning.
He notices your friendship ranking changed overnight and got suspicious because how had he missed that? He'd checked the island before bed. He'd checked it while brushing his teeth. He'd checked it while waiting for instant noodles to cook. There was no way your Mii and Nanami's Mii had become Ultra Friends over his friendship without him noticing.
Then he keeps watching because, obviously, he needs answers.
And he tells himself he's not worried. Ultra Friends just meant they got along well. You were friendly in real life, and Nanami was a decent person even if he was annoyingly competent. There was nothing inherently romantic about being Ultra Friends. Satoru repeated that to himself three separate times while staring at the screen with the intensity of a detective investigating a murder.
Then the cutscene starts.
At first, it doesn't even register as dangerous.
Your Mii and Nanami's mii are talking like all his Miis do. Satoru relaxes slightly, slumping back against the couch cushions as he lets out a quiet breath through his nose. See? He knew he was overthinking it! Your Mii was just as much of a sweetie as-
Then your Mii pauses. Satoru straightens up.
"...Wait."
Your Mii’s cheeks streak pink as the background fades into a pastel hue. Satoru's entire body goes rigid. "No!" The realization hits him all at once. Your mii had fallen in love with Nanami!
Your mii.
The one he'd painstakingly edited multiple times because he wanted to get every detail right. The one he'd proudly shown you because, look, he'd even gotten your smile perfect. The one he'd watched become Ultra Friends with his own mii before cheering like his favorite team had won a championship.
Satoru stared at the screen in complete silence.
"...No."
Your mii admitted to falling in love with Nanami.
Then, with the horror of a man witnessing the collapse of civilization, he immediately shuts the game off. The click of the Switch powering down echoes through the apartment. You don't even have time to ask what happened before Satoru lets out a strangled noise and hurls the console across the length of the sofa.
Not hard enough to damage it, but hard enough to communicate his clear devastation.
The Switch bounces once against a cushion. Satoru turns toward you with an expression usually reserved for discovering a loved one has been replaced by an impostor.
"You fell in love with Nanami!"
"...What?"
"You fell in love with him."
The entire day becomes one long pity party after that. He follows you around the apartment and all day he asks increasingly absurd questions.
"Have you always liked responsible men?"
"Satoru." you chide.
"Did you ever think his tacky yellow tie looked nice?"
"Huh?"
"He probably has good credit or whatever that bullshit means."
"You are jealous of a video game, baby."
"I am ‘jealous’ of a homewrecker!” He curled up dramatically against your side on the couch. At one point, he actually mutters, "I knew I should've made him uglier."
Even after you reassure him over and over again that you are, in fact, married to him and not secretly harboring feelings for Kento Nanami, he still looks personally victimized by the entire ordeal. Eventually, much later that evening, curiosity gets the better of him.
"...Maybe I should check."
"You've been avoiding the game for six hours."
"Because I'm grieving."
"You threw it two feet away."
"It was symbolic."
He reaches for the Switch with the cautious energy of someone handling explosive material. He turns it back on and the cutscene resumes. Your Mii is still standing there with a crush on Nanami. Satoru makes another offended sound.
Then…he notices the options. "...Huh?"
You lean over his shoulder.
"What?"
Satoru reads the choices aloud.
One of them says:
You're imagining things.
Silence settled heavily over the living room.
He stared at it.
Then he pressed the button.
Your Mii paused on screen as if genuinely taking the advice into consideration. After a brief moment, she perked up almost immediately, admitting that maybe she had just been imagining things after all. Just like that, the crush vanished as though it had never existed in the first place. The problem that had consumed Satoru's entire day resolved itself with a single press of a button he could have chosen from the beginning.
Neither of you moved.
Satoru remained frozen on the couch with the Switch still clutched in both hands. You sat beside him, staring at the screen with an expression that slowly shifted from disbelief to something far more dangerous. The apartment was so quiet that the hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen suddenly seemed deafening.
Very slowly, you turned to look at him.
"...You mean to tell me."
Satoru kept his eyes fixed firmly on the screen.
"You spent an entire day accusing me of emotional infidelity, you threw your Switch across the couch, you followed me around the apartment asking if I secretly preferred financially responsible men."
At some point during the interrogation, Satoru lowered the console into his lap. His shoulders gradually curled inward beneath the weight of every accusation, his earlier confidence shrinking into something considerably smaller. He looked less like the strongest sorcerer alive and more like a child caught drawing on the walls with permanent marker. After another long stretch of silence, he finally cleared his throat.
"...In my defense, baby-"
"You had a button."
"It was a very emotional situation!"
You stared at him for another beat before the first crack appeared in your composure. A laugh escaped despite your best efforts to hold it back, quickly snowballing into something impossible to suppress. The look on Satoru's face shifted immediately from sheepish embarrassment to outright offense. He wilted against the couch cushions as though your laughter itself had become a personal betrayal.
He dropped forward without warning, burying his face into your shoulder as if physical proximity might somehow protect him from the consequences of his own stupidity. His arms wrapped around your waist, dramatic as ever, though the grip itself carried a familiar sincerity beneath all the theatrics. When he spoke again, his words came out muffled against your shirt.
"I got scared, don't you understand, sweetheart?"
The confession lingered between you, unexpectedly earnest after hours of exaggerated sulking and ridiculous accusations. His fingers tightened slightly where they rested against your side before he let out a soft groan of embarrassment. "I know it wasn't actually you," he admitted quietly. "I know it was just a game and none of it meant anything, but... I don't know. It still felt weird seeing a version of you choose somebody else."
Your laughter softened almost instantly.
"You jealous idiot."
"I know."
"You really thought I'd leave you for Nanami."
"I didn't think you'd leave me."He pauses. "...I just didn't like seeing a version of you choose someone else." You wrap your arms around him at that. "Good thing the real me has good taste." Satoru brightens immediately in response. "You think I’m in good taste?" He beamed.
"You had a meltdown over a Nintendo game because you love me. So I’d say you’re at most a sweetheart."
"It’s romantic." He retorted. “No baby, it’s insane!” You replied. Satoru grins against your shoulder before glancing back down at the screen. "...I'm still keeping an eye on Nanami." You immediately start laughing again.
And Satoru, despite having discovered there had literally been an "you're imagining things" option the entire time, narrows his eyes suspiciously at Nanami's tiny digital face anyway.
Because some grudges, apparently, transcended reality itself.
a/n: i know this is a shorter wordcount but my ass is exhausted from life and exams, whiny toru def cheering me up tho :b
also i've rlly liked tomadachi life, i got addicted rlly fast and im ngl it gets boring sometimes but most of the time its rlly fun!!
Frat!Gojo, who’s too busy being obsessed with his gf to care about his president duties (to vicepresident!geto’s despair)
you’re phone had been buzzing non stop for the past 10min and you already knew who it was before you even picked up.
“girl, pleaseee” geto groans the second you answer,sounding unusually desperate “I am begging you, tell him to get his ass over here now! He listens to you”
on your end of the call, you’re trying but miserably failing to sound normal “I–I know, I’m so sorry,Sugu” you say, breath coming a little quicker than you’d like “I tried, I really did” you weren’t lying you did try to get him to go to that meeting but an army couldn’t pull him off of you when your plush thighs were squeezing his head like you did right now.
“I mean did you, really?” geto scoffs “and–why the fuck do you sound like…that?”
you glance down at the reason why you sounded like that, satoru, who’s smirking like he’s having the time of his life, his cap turned backwards so it wouldn’t get in his way, mouth opening wide to drag his tongue all the way up from your hole to your clit, eagerly collecting all your juices “Hm-fuck..mind your business,” you mutter, breath shaky and legs trying to close but your dear boyfriend effortlessly holds them open “Mmph… who is it?” he mumbles against your lips and you can’t help it, a whine escapes you, and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle it
“Hold on–nah, because I know that ain’t—”geto exhales sharply “put him on the phone!” he yells so loud that even gojo can hear him all the way down there.
“he’s-ha-he’s …busy” satoru’s grin widens. he very deliberately presses a kiss to nub, slow and teasing, like he’s got all the time in the world. like there isn’t a meeting in ten minutes and a vice president on the brink of losing his mind, but he doesn’t care, he’ll skip anything for you, for you sweet voice calling out his name so desperate “sato-please..” you cry out after finally hanging up on geto “suguru’s going crazy” you could already picture it, him pacing around the frat cursing both of you.
satoru finally detaches himself from your sweet cunt, head lifting, eyes low and clearly up to no good. you feel dizzy as you watch him climb back onto you, all his weight on you, warm and heavy. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you against him so tight, like he needs you close just to breathe right.
“Satoru…” you murmur, already weak when his lips start tracing up your neck, slow and wet kisses pressed on every inch of your exposed flesh. You can feel his warm breath against your neck and soft white hair brushing your skin.
His hands slide under your top, palms hot against your skin, softly cupping your tit and suddenly his thumb is brushing past your already hard nipple that has your chest caving in at the sensation. He pulls away just enough for you to catch the faint pink on the tip of his ears.
“yeah?” he teases, voice low “you want me to go be responsible, baby?” he asks, fingers playing with your sensitive nips, enjoying the way you squeezed your eyes shut.
You barely get the chance to answer before he adds, stealing another wet kiss from you “I’ll go,” he promises, clearly lying “After I take care of you, okay?”
girl argue with ya mama, you need serious help you fucking freak. i hope you never have kids or siblings knowing you enjoy reading about family members fucking
here you go anon, since you like stalking my page. enjoy! gojo x f!reader, dad daughter incest, age gap, slight breeding kink
icky!dad gojo who has you curled up against him while watching a movie. your mom is sitting in her favorite recliner, completely obvious to the fact that her husband is currently playing with your cute little pussy.
icky!dad gojo who pulls your panties to the side and slips in thick cock inside your aching cunt as soon as your mom goes to the bathroom.
icky!dad gojo who loves the way you whimper and bury your face further into the pillow as he stretches you out. “heh, that’s my good girl. taking daddy so well, sweets.”
icky!dad gojo who slides one hand to your hip to hold you in place, grip tight enough to bruise, while the other clamps over your mouth to muffle your sweet moans while he fucks you. grunting and groaning in your ear about how good your pussy feels, how he wants to fill you up with his cum, how he wants you to give him a baby. it’s filthy and disgusting but you love it, you love him.
icky!dad gojo who shoves his tongue in your mouth as he empties is thick load into your pussy. his cock twitches and pulses with each spurt of cum that you milk from him.
icky!dad gojo who promises to sneak into your room later in the night to fuck you stupid when he’s done fucking your mom.
icky!dad gojo who promises you that he’s gonna fuck you everyday, multiple times a day until you’re pregnant with a little brother or sister. everyone will look at you with sympathetic eyes because you’ll been a teen mom and pity because the boy isn’t there for you but both of you will know the truth and that’ll be enough.
something about overstimulating men during sex that gets me riled up.
first they’re a little cocky, your hand tugging on their phat dick. honestly it’s a regular hand job. they’re moaning with a smirk on their face until their balls tighten and you stop a little to see it twitch until you spit on it once more and start tugging fast do that smirk drop and a frown comes above.
and the cum shot is long, splashing on your titties that sat nice in your navy blue lingerie.
the second you start stroking your hands on him again does he twitch and shake. It’s a lot because it’s surprising, it hurts a little but feels good more.
he’s laughing a little but it’s almost like he’s trying to hide the pain. “uhn f-fuck.” he keeps repeating it, over and over “ah- fuck- fuck!” and when he comes a second time you give him no break to start again.
you have to grip his dark harder because he has gotten so wet, his cum squelching between your fingers it’s frothing up at this point.
and now he’s in straight sweet agony.
his hips are thrusting, his spine is arching and gosh…his voice is wrecked.
“It f-fucking hurts!” , “god it feels so good b-baby.”
“I don’t know if I can cum anymore.” but he always cum, even if the cum shot is shorter because your draining his balls repeatedly
and you’ve gotten so wet, you decide you’re tired of hearing him fuss so you go and sit on his face reverse cowgirl so you can still stroke his dick.
that might have been the quickest he came. he’s licking you up, whining into you all while sniffing up your scent.
his thighs are squeezing together but you know he still wants some more cause his dick stay getting bigger, stay getting wetter, and stays getting harder.
“you can give me about 2 more yes?” you whisper and he whimpers.
ex pen pal, now husband gojo had a thing for marking his territory. prison taught him to keep the things he loved close and marked, and you taught him no control. now date night was ruined, gojos fist were bruised and the car was filled with hot humidity and the smell of cum. you throat was sore, eyes teary and lips cut on the sides from how wide your jaws were - and for how long. gojo’s cum was all over your face, dripping down onto his pelvis as he pushed you face more into his crotch. “take it” he said in an animalistic tone. his icy blue eyes cold and dark, his cock still hard and long, slightly left curved even with cum oozing down it. his balls we’re hard, so hard your hands had to softly massage it to relive pressure you didn’t know if he was feeling or not.
“tried to take m’fuckin wife” he mummered to himself, you listened close keeping your breath controlled and swirling your tounge around his tip. you tried avoiding eye contact keeping your head down, and mouth moving. you weren’t scared, no. you were so wet, panties even sticking to your cunt in need. but you know your gojo, one look at your face he would be even madder. “my fucking wife” he said again, slower, his hands grabbing a thick grip onto your braids and making his cock engulf your mouth again. “you love me hm? say you love daddy and you only love me” he wanted actions but couldn’t remove your hot mouth from his dick. “say you love me” he said, bucking his hips up and groaning, pre cum sliding down your throat so smoothly. “that’s right you love daddy so much, suck it baby, make me feel good,” and you did. you sucked harder adding pressure on his length.
you squeezed his balls, feeling his cock jerk in your mouth tip hitting your throat and making you gag tears spilling for your eyes. gojo pulled you up, staring deep into your eyes. you hands moved to jerk him off, keeping eye contact and letting the moment just be. “you love me?” his horse voice said, “i do.” a small smirk graced his lips, you heart full with his softness and pussy clenching against the air. then it was gone, the coldness back as he roughly put your face right in front of his tip. he didn’t make you take him in, instead keep jerking him off. his own much larger hand grabbed yours and made you go faster. you breath hitched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip and your cunt dripping with cum as gojo moaned, toes curling in his shoes. “that’s fuckin it” his cum came out quick, and right on your face. rope after rope making a mess on your chocolate skin. some got on your lip making you moan to yourself because he always tasted so good.
when his cock was limp, he rubbed himself over your face smearing his cum, then pushed you back. his abs flexed and his head rested against the seat. all you could do was look at him in awe. “mmm should take you back out there and let him see how much of a mess i make of you” he opened his eye lowly smirking at you. “but we have to get back to my baby girl”
your daughter’s first tooth fairy toru fairy visit 𝜗ৎ
“toru, you can’t be serious.”
it was times like these you questioned why you married satoru gojo.
the white-haired, tall man stood in your dimly lit living room, wearing cheap party city fairy wings (probably from mango’s halloween costume two years ago), a small tiara atop his fluffy hair, a tutu over his sweats, and to top it all off, a golden star-shaped wand.
“god help me…” you dragged a hand over your face.
“there’s nothing wrong with my costume.”
“everything is wrong with it.”
“maybe i’m just a good dad, one who actually cares about our daughters milestones enough to dress the part,” he huffed, straightening his tiara and giving your pajama a pointed once over.
“excuse me??” you laugh incredulously, “do you have something you want to say to me??”
“just said it, love.”
he was impossible. truly fucking impossible.
“whatever, explain what you're doing again.”
your little mango had just turned five last month, and now the milestones of the last years of toddlerhood were showing up. she’d lost her first tooth yesterday, and of course the dramatic father, satoru, made sure it was memorable.
kento n: “satoru, why am i being sent a bloody tooth during my meeting???
satoru g: “it’s mango’s; she lost it today, send money. and a card.”
kento n: ???
kento n: *kento nanami has sent a payment of 50 dollars.*
kento n: for your lobotomy. have your wife email me the results.
satoru g: [attachment]
satoru g: mango lost her first tooth; be a good godfather and send some bands her way.
sugu g: i don’t see a ‘please suguru’ in that sentence, so you can’t be talking to me.
sugu g: also, bands?? lmfaoo. leave yuji’s slang to him please, thanks.
beyond pestering his friends to death, he took hundreds of pictures, frame by frame, capturing the moment you pulled his tooth out using the floss doornob method, the last one including you glaring at him while your daughter gasped.
“anyways,” satoru cleared his throat, broad shoulders rolling. “i'm the tooth fairy, obviously.” he gestured to himself, the entire ridiculous get-up.
“now shut up and record,” he stuffed the camera into your hands, pausing at the scowl you gave. “hah…i mean, please, my beautiful, loving wife??” satoru gave your nose a quick kiss for good measure before scurrying off to your daughter's bedroom.
her room was like a fairytale of her own. the bedside night light cast stars onto the ceiling, pink striped walls and fuzzy carpets, not to mention the mountain of stuffed animals satoru wouldn’t stop buying for her each time she picked one up. he could never say no to her.
you quietly snorted, recording as he tippy-toed into the room, nearly busting his ass and shooting you a warning glance.
mango was sound asleep in her princess bed, completely unaware of her father's tomfoolery. once he was in range, he lifted her pillow just enough, slipping a tooth fairy certificate he had you make at 3 am in place of the tooth, sixty dollars (which she didn’t need), and finishing everything off by dusting glitter everywhere.
“toru–!”
“shhh!!!”
you immediately stilled, camera still rolling. after dusting himself off, he leaned down, kissing her cheek. “so proud of you, big girl,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her warm skin before pulling back.
and for a while he just watched her sleep; she let out a sleepy sigh, leaning into her father's palm as he brushed her hair. satoru’s heart ached thinking of how big she was getting so fast, no longer the blabbering big-mouthed mango he planned pranks and secret missions on you with. growing up faster than either of you liked.
“baby, are you…crying??” you whispered, lowering the camera slowly and taking a step closer.
“what?” he avoided your gaze purposely, managing a quiet laugh. “no, i’m not crying.”
“really, i thought i saw a tear–”
“it was the glitter; it got in my eye.”
that lie wasn’t convincing to either of you.
you set the camera down, arms wrapping around him from behind, and resting your chin on his shoulder.
“hey.”
“hey...”
“you’re crying.”
a beat of silence passed. “yeah.”
your hands squeeze him briefly, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. “she’s growing up; it was bound to happen, toru.”
“i know,” he sighed, still brushing her hair, eyes never leaving her perfect little face. still a baby face, still some sliver of his baby there. “i just didn’t believe them when they said it happens so fast…”
“do you think she’ll forget these moments…?”
“no,” you murmured after a moment, fingers soothing a path up his ribs. “she can’t forget with a dad like you, toru.”
he finally turned to you, his eyes glossed, but there was a faint smile of fondness there. “think she’d appreciate all this? know how much i love her, not just think i was some annoying dad?”
“yes.” you smiled back, pressing your foreheads together with a shared breath. one of parenthood, of late nights with endless crying and sleep deprivation, switching off between feedings and naps, potty-training disasters, and chasing after her bubbly form for bath time.
“we can’t keep her a baby forever, but we can continue loving her and making her childhood the best,” you reached out, fixing her blanket before guiding him out of the room. once the door shut softly behind you, he immediately pulled you into his chest. a shaky breath came out.
“i love you. and i’m glad to share this with you.”
you almost felt your own tears threaten to spill over, hugging him back tightly.
⸝⸝ ꒰ ˖ ࣪ ❤︎ HOPE U DON’T HATE ME ! ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა 五条 :: eating ramen with satoru ends up with him kissing you ?!
ׂ ִ 💬 satoru gojo ఌ︎ fem!reader sfw fluff crack sheher pronouns college au he’s so awkward and silly 1.1k wc
it was raining outside. the soft patter against your dorm window mixed with the sound of an old teen drama playing quietly on your laptop.
you and satoru sat shoulder to shoulder against the headboard with your ramen bowls balanced on your laps.
“i don’t understand why you like him more,” you said, watching a charming vampire flirt with the empathetic high school girl. “he’s literally the reason why half of the bad stuff happens in the show.”
“he’s just more entertaining,” he shrugged. “the other vampire is sooo boring.”
“he’s better for her though…”
“doesn’t make him any less boring.” he shoved another giant mouthful into his mouth, slurping loudly and shamelessly. you winced and scooted over when broth splashed onto the blankets.
“oooh… toru,” you said through your teeth.
“what?” he glanced up at you, words muffled.
he was such a messy eater. did he even eat before coming over? you sighed and looked back down at your bowl. “um… nothing.”
you both continued eating. after a moment, a piece of cabbage and a little broth clung to his cheek, yet he kept eating like nothing happened. completely oblivious.
after a few minutes, you glanced over again, and it was still there. you wanted to tell him, but your mouth was full of noodles. if you tried to talk now, it’d either come out as complete gibberish or you’d choke.
instead, you reached over and gently tapped his broad shoulder.
he looked at you, still chewing. “hm?” you pointed to your own cheek, silently trying to tell him: you’ve got something on your face.
he blinked, trying to figure out what you meant. then, his mind went somewhere completely different…
wait… does she want me to kiss her?
his ears immediately turned pink. his heart started pounding so hard he swore you could hear it. he glanced at your laptop, and the two main characters were kissing.
is this show making her feel romantic? does she actually want me to kiss her??? there’s no way.
he swallowed. to you, though, he was just staring at you blankly. you rolled your eyes, assuming he was just being difficult again, and looked back down at your ramen, deciding to just finish chewing before explaining.
as you gathered another bite with your chopsticks, you suddenly felt a large, warm hand cup your face. before you could even look up, a soft kiss landed against your cheek.
your eyes widened. you completely froze, chopsticks still suspended in your hand. unfortunately, when he pulled away, there was now a tiny smear of broth on your cheek because he transferred it.
“there,” he said, trying to sound cool even though he was smiling nervously.
heat rushed to your face. your lips were parted as you took in what just happened. “toru...”
he looked back at you hopefully, his face bright red. “…yeah?”
“i meant…” you said quietly, awkwardly pointing toward his face. “your cheek. there was broth on it.”
in silence, you watched the smile on his face disappear in real time. he reached up and wiped his face. when he looked down, there was indeed broth on his fingertips.
“ohhh…” his face got even redder, embarrassment flooded through his body. “so… you weren’t asking for a kiss?”
your lips twitched, trying your best not to laugh. “i couldn’t talk because my mouth was full,” you said, shaking your head.
satoru groaned, and you burst into laughter. he finally kissed the girl that he’d been crushing on for months and she’s laughing… “you could’ve just waited to tell me!” he groaned, scratching the back of his head.
“i thought you’d understand!” you said honestly, wiping the stray tear from your eye. “apparently not…”
he let out a defeated sigh, wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and forced his attention back to the show he didn’t even care about anymore.
you avoided each other’s eye contact and after about thirty painfully awkward seconds, satoru suddenly stood up.
“where are you going?” you asked, watching him as he grabbed his coat. “to my dorm,” he said plainly.
you never saw satoru be this embarrassed before. he was usually always so confident, so charismatic. seeing him like this was actually kind of adorable…
“…your ramen?” you reminded him, picking up the bowl that was still half full.
“i’m not hungry anymore.” he slipped into his coat before hurriedly shoving on his shoes. you frowned. “toru, you’re seriously gonna leave?”
he didn’t answer, he just reached for the doorknob instead. “satoru!!” you called after him, laughing.
“goodnight!” he rushed out, and shut the door. he was the only person in the hallway, so he leaned against the door and covered his mouth with one hand.
fuck, he really just kissed you. he kissed you because he thought that you wanted him to. but you didn’t. was this going to ruin your friendship? would you avoid him tomorrow? would things be weird now?
his thoughts spiraled so fast he slowly slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor, knees bent, face burning.
“…satoru?” he looked up and saw shoko standing there wearing shorts and an oversized gap hoodie, holding a convenience store bag that was probably full of snacks.
“what’re you doing in the girls dorm… by yourself?”
“shoko! i—“ his mouth opened and then it closed again. she looked down at him, then at your closed dorm room door behind him. “what happened?”
he covered his face with both hands. “…i kissed her.”
“i thought she wanted me to!” he blurted out, stumbling over every other word. “she pointed at her cheek and i thought she wanted me to kiss her!”
he groaned into his hands. “but she was just trying to tell me there was broth on my face… and then i got broth on her.”
shoko sighed with an unimpressed expression, shaking her head. “you’re such an idiot.”
“i know,” he mumbled.
“did she kick you out?” she asked. he thought back on it for a second… she actually didn’t. he left because he was too embarrassed to stay.
you hadn’t shoved him away, you hadn’t yelled at him, you weren’t even upset! you just laughed and smiled. looking as pretty as you always did.
“…no.”
“oh. then you’re probably fine,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. “now get up. who knows how dirty this floor is.” she grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.
inside your dorm, the show was still playing but you haven’t paid attention to a single line since satoru walked out. you stared at the door before touching the cheek that he kissed.
you wiped away the little bit of broth with your fingertip, then you thought about how his smile disappeared the second he realized he’d misunderstood you.
how red his ears had gotten, how quickly he’d run away… a small smile spread across your face. you absentmindedly sucked the broth off your fingertip.
“he’s so cute…” you laughed quietly to yourself.
“but so stupid.”
@chosayi ( they was watching vampire diaries btw #need )
