Synopsis: you got into an accident and lost your memories. to learn about what happened and how you ended up in the hospital in the first place, you must start at the beginning and contact your six exes
and perhaps on your path to recovering what you lost, you may end up back together with the one who loved you most...
warnings. MDNI. NSFW🔞mature content, cum eating, dub con (?), nerdy smelly college nerdjo
Part 2 here
Selfsucker!Gojo has stuck his dick in everything at this point. You name it, if it has even the resemblance— even the possibility of a hole, he’s been in it. Anything that mimics the real, warm, gooey hole that’s attached to the many women he doesn’t have a chance with.
The girls in his college classes don’t look at him, his hair is always greasy and unkempt, he showers once every two weeks, he wipes his snot onto his sleeve until every shirt he owns has dried white mucus up to the elbow, his glasses are always shoved all the way up and covers half of his face, and he’s quite socially stunted. He’s much too blunt, if he has a thought that he believes is true, he’ll say it aloud, no matter the time and place. Even if a woman were to flirt with him, he wouldn’t be able to pick up on it for his life. Bottom line, he’s unattractive, no matter how beautiful his features might actually be.
But he’s not a monk, even if he spends all of his time on essays and video games, he has needs. Under all of that grease and snot, he’s still a man with a dick.
Going to a donut shop and asking which donut had the biggest hole wasn’t even the craziest thing he’s done on his desperately horny endeavors. Employee!Toji wasn’t confused or even shocked at the question, he just pointed a bored finger at the strawberry donuts and asked if that’d be all.
Honestly, he should have known better than to forget to throw the donut away afterwards instead of placing it inside of a baggy on his desk, especially when he knows his mom cleans his room for him.
He gets back from class, hearing the water running in the kitchen and dishes clanking. He steps out of his shoes at the door and before he can speed off to his room, shouting about needing to finish some assignment, his mother calls for him.
He walks into the kitchen with his lengthy back slouched over awkwardly to see you standing by the kitchen island and his mom washing dishes, her back facing you and him.
You look at him and give him one of those mandatory smiles one would offer at a family gathering, lips pressed together between your teeth, and he returns it.
“Toru say thank you to,” his mother states your name and peeks over her shoulder at him with a disapproving look, “her mother made your favorite dumplings.”
He just now notices the container you brought, sitting on the island counter. Your family has been living in the house beside them for years and your moms had become fast friends when you two were just five years old. One could say you’re the closest thing he has to a childhood girl- friend since you were always forced to hangout with him while your mothers chatted. You still see him every Friday when your mothers have dinner at one of the houses and force you two along, but you’re not best friends.
“Oh,” he looks over at you, pushing his glasses up that are already making indents on the skin between his eyes with a wet sniff, “thanks. I’m not hungry.”
Satoru’s mother starts chiding him loudly on his ‘manners’ and you let out a quiet, amused huff and shake your head.
“This boy, I swear—”
You politely interrupt her, “—it’s okay, Mrs. Gojo. Just wanted to drop it off.”
“Nonsense,” Mrs. Gojo tuts, wiping her hands and then moving to grab a container from a cabinet and placing it in front of you, “eat this before you go, honey.”
You peek down at it and then smile up at her. You thank her and she’s already back to washing dishes as you open the lid.
Satoru almost chokes when he sees you pull a familiar strawberry donut out of the box. He can see you just slightly react to how fucked up it is, not holding its form very well anymore. It has pink icing all over the top but there’s also a messy drizzle of white icing over the top.
“Is this vanilla ?” You question the drizzle, bringing the messy treat to your lips. Satoru’s whole body jolts in place, his reactive cock too. His mouth hangs open as if he’s about to shout for you to stop but he’s ultimately frozen cold, shivers racing down his spine and making his balls tighten when you take a lick of the white streaks across the pink icing.
You immediately cringe at the taste as his mother tells you a casual, “I’m not sure, honey. Toru?”
His mother prompting him to answer your question, since she found it in his room in the first place, makes his face burn red as your eyes move from his cum donut to his face.
“Uhh— no, I mean yeah, it— yeah, it might be vanilla,” his voice shakes and he scratches the back of his head, bowing it until his eyes are glued to the floor where your socked feet are.
A beat of silence.
“It’s good,” you deem, making his gaze snap up in utter surprise while his mother hums approvingly.
Satoru has tasted his own cum, he doesn’t think it falls under the category of ‘good’ but maybe the battery acid is mixing with the sweet strawberry icing and deceiving you.
You bring the donut to your mouth and move it until the side with the most cum is presented to your mouth and take a bite.
His eyes widen brutally as he watches you chew, moving from the cum at the corner of your lips to his mothers back— as if he’s afraid that if she turns around, she’ll just somehow know that he came all over that donut and he’s letting you eat it in the middle of his families home like a pervert.
You glance at him with furrowed brows as you chew because you can feel his intense stare, even through the bulky glasses.
You give him a look, ‘what?’ and he quickly shakes his head as if to say ‘nothing.’
You don’t take another bite, you set the rest of the donut down into the container and top it with the lid before directing your attention to Mrs. Gojo. She asks you if you’re going home already.
“Yeah, I’m gonna give the rest to mom,” you walk past Satoru to head towards the front door and you give him a casual and brief, “bye.”
Satoru’s lustful trance is broken when your words process and he’s already moving to chase after you.
You crack open the door and jump when a large hand lays flat on it until it closes once again.
You slowly turn to look at him behind you with your hand unmoving on the door handle. He’s close, enough that you can smell his musk— but you’re too nice to hold back a cringe. You’re quite used to that smell at this point anyways.
“What?”
He pulls his hand away from the door and points shakily at the container.
You glance down at it and then back up at him with even more confusion.
“I need— uh— I need that.”
You blink.
“I’ll bring back the container like I always do when my mom—”
He interrupts you, “No, no. I need the— um— donut.”
“You.. need,” your eyes slowly squint as you process his words audibly, clearly looking weirded out and confused, “the.. donut.”
He nods quickly. “Yes.”
“Uh— okay, but I took a bite out of—”
His long fingers wrap around the container you’re holding and gently pulls, interrupting you, “that’s fine— that’s okay.”
You hand it over and Gojo is already speeding away and up the stairs, stumbling a bit and tripping on his own long legs as he goes. All you can think about as you leave is that you feel like you missed something.
does ANYONE have the link to that Gojo x reader fic where Gojo jerks off and finishes inside a donut and then the reader eats the donut because Gojo’s MOM gives it to her in a tupperware??? PLEASE I’M BEGGING
