Mochi-Chan (GojoxChubby!Reader)
NSFW suggested (fade to black)
It wasn’t long after getting into your apartment after your date with Gojo that you were bombarded with affection. The moment that door closed he crowded into your space. Hands holding your face, lips kissing your face. Your nose, your cheeks, forehead, anywhere he could deposit a small bit of his love on your skin. Giggles and squeals left you as you grabbed his wrists. Your nose was scrunched up with your grin, smiling so hard you almost couldn’t see.
“‘Toru! Please!” You squealed, pulling his hands from your face so you could escape the onslaught. Instead they moved to your hips, holding gentle but firm, keeping you from backing away from him. Gojo was always affectionate, but behind closed doors it just reached a new level. It was like he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
“What? I can’t kiss the love of my life?” Always with the dramatics. You were quick to plant a kiss on his lips to shut him up. The dopey grin on his face was well worth it you thought.
Gojo Satoru was hopelessly in love, and with a chaotic schedule, he almost never got to have these nights with you. Nights where he got to give you his full undivided attention, to kiss and hold you. “Don’t deny me my Mochi-chan…” His voice was a dramatic whine, pouting. Pet names. You had heard most every pet name in the world from Gojo, but Mochi had always been his favorite. “My sweet Mochi.” Even behind his shades you could feel his eyes on you, they’d never left your face since the two of you made it home.
“Hey Satoru.” He hummed softly, encouraging you to continue talking. You had to reach up to do it, but you put your arms around his neck. “Why do you like calling me Mochi so much?” There was his grin again, but this time you could swear there was a darker side to it. Mischief. That was only confirmed when he reached up and took those shades off. Vaguely you were aware of him flicking the glasses over to the couch. However you were distracted by the dark pupils that were taking over the beautiful icy blue of his eyes.
That hand returned to your hip, and you could feel how he held firmer to you. How his fingers pressed into your plush hips, pulling you in closer rather than simply holding you still. Your body pressed into his now. “Well…” He started off, finally breaking his gaze from your face to look down where your breasts pressed into his chest. You swore you heard a small little ‘fuck’ leave him. Ever since you’d gotten together he had made a point of telling you how much he loved your body, all of it. There was no room for doubt in this relationship. He loved your chubby body, loved your soft tummy with fat rolls and all. Adored your thick thighs, lined with stretch marks.
“You’re just so sweet.” His face lowered back to yours. Lips close enough apart that when he wet his bottom lip with his tongue, you felt it.
“You’re soft.” His big hands made a point of squeezing your hips quickly. Sensing where this was going, you felt a heat starting in you.
“I can never wait to get my mouth on you.” You swallowed as his voice dropped a little, ending his sentence with a nip at your lower lip before soothing that sting with an all encompassing kiss.
His being took over your entire world with how he held you. His lips were insistent, working against yours. The hands on your hips slid down, cupping the bottom curve of your ass and squeezing. It got a gasp to which he moved in closer. His tongue swiped over yours, coaxing you to play.
His body started moving, pushing you backwards through your apartment. You couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss, clinging to him more for balance. “Satoru wha…” You tried asking what he was doing, but he was unrelenting. Your back hit a wood surface and finally he broke the kiss. Now you were able to glance around, you were in your dark hallway, right outside of your room. His eyes were focused solely on you, and you swore they reflected what little light made it into that hallway. They almost seemed to glow at you in their intensity.
“Now, I want Mochi for dessert. What do you say?” You heard the jostle of the doorknob under his hand, ready to turn at any second.
All you could do was return a breathy “Yes...”
