nerd!gojo turned frat!gojo encounters his high school sweetheart at his party 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
gojo satoru was the golden boy of jujutsu university.
president of the biggest frat on campus, the most gorgeous face and blue orbs you could set your eye on, packing muscles, and a height that just matches perfectly. plus, his parties were the best.
everyone wanted satoru, to say the least.
people like to call him a "playboy", or a "heavyweight", and he loves to drown his ego in those compliments and rumors.
cause in contrast to gojo satoru in high school, his reputation was way better than he could ever expect.
almost half his face covered in his thick glasses, constantly wearing the same hoodies and sweaters, hair unkempt and messy, nose buried in books half of the time— it was a total 360!
but, there was one thing satoru missed the most from his high school days... and that was you.
the only girl he kept longer than 6 months. hell, you two even lasted three years, sophomore till senior. you were his first love, first girlfriend, first kiss, first fuck, first everything. god, if only you didn't pick a college so far away.
but satoru thinks it's for the best. if you were still with him, he would know he'd still stay as that nerdy boy that everyone hated. so, he does his best to forget about you. who needs a girlfriend when he can have fun without a label?
... is what he thought until he saw you again.
he hasn't felt lovestruck in a long while. everything went silent around him. everything was going in slow motion. lights probed around the house slowly, music low-pitched, laughter on reverb. and funnily, there was a spotlight on you.
heart eyes bore into you from across the room, but you haven't noticed yet. you were talking to your friend, utahime who studied at the sister school of your high school, who brought you here.
"oh, i totally forgot to tell you. remember gojo?" she asks, taking a sip from her red cup.
your heart drops slightly at the mention of him. you haven't heard of satoru since he blocked you unexpectedly. you heard about his 'glow up' but for your mental health, you couldn't be bothered to dig deeper into it. but you digress, forcing a smile. "yeah, of course i do. why would i forget?" you laugh, crossing your arms.
"he goes to jujutsu university too, right? same as you..." you awkwardly say, drinking the beer in your hand.
utahime nods, "yeah, he's the host of this party." she bluntly spoke. and before you knew it, you spat out your drink.
"girl, what the hell?!" utahime exclaims, stepping back. you wipe your mouth, eyes wide, "i am so sorry— i'm going to get tissues,"
but before you could act, someone stood right beside you, kitchen towels in hand. "you alright?" he talks directly to utahime, a flirty grin evident in his voice, and he rips some tissue to help her wipe her shirt.
if physically possible, your eyes widen even more. you find yourself speechless.
"i'm fine— and i don't need your help dude," she says, grabbing the tissues and wiping her shirt. utahime then sighs, "i'm going to the bathroom, excuse me." she clicks her tongue. "i'm so so sorry, iori," you mumble, "it's fine, i'm sure you were shocked..." your friend says before walking away, eyes darting between the two of you.
you force yourself to keep an eye on your friend, crossing your arms once more as you attempt to save yourself from humiliation. you needed to avoid this man at all costs.
gojo fucking satoru. nerd or not, you're not looking forward to seeing him.
but no, of course not. as talkative as satoru is (which hasn't changed since high school), he just had to say something!
clearing his throat, "well... long time no see." he speaks, voice unusually deep. gosh, is he trying to be cool?
you take a deep breath to compose yourself before you turn— and lo and behold, the 6'3 alien-looking dude is in front of you. "hey," you mutter, eyes darting left and right.
"what brings you here?" he asks awkwardly, and his demeanor suggests the nerd in him resurfaced after years. "utahime invited me," you answer quickly, suddenly finding that lamp beside the couch interesting, squinting your eyes.
"i see..." satoru mutters, and you finally look at him properly for the first time tonight. god, he looked so different yet as breathtaking as you remember.
no more fat glasses or bangs that framed his face perfectly— but replaced with a slicked back look with a cap worn backwards that looked like a cherry on top. gojo satoru always had muscles but never showed them to anyone but you. yet now, he's bigger, beefier, you might say— and he's flaunting it like a 5-course meal.
"you here for long?" he then asks, snapping you out of your thoughts and nonchalantly putting his hands in his pockets. you clear your throat, trying to find the words to say without exposing too much information. "i'm on vacation," you respond, looking down. satoru just bites his lip nervously.
a beat of awkward silence lingers in the air, seemingly both of you at a loss for words. but satoru speaks up: "hey... if ever you're free after all of this, would you consider going out—" however, he gets cut off by a bunch of girls screaming his name, asking for him to join them in the pool.
the white-haired man turns around, flashing them a wide smile. "i'll be right there gorgeous," and he waves.
but when he swerves to talk to you again, you were nowhere to be found. the fratboy sighs. "god, someone just fuck me in the ass already," he mutters to himself, scratching the back of his head before darting off to look for you.
you were already heading out of the house, regretting your decision to even come here in the first place. you should've flipped him off the moment he approached you and went home. that would've saved you from seeing that horrendous sight of your man flirting with some girls who can't even get a 2.5 gpa.
you briskly walk over to the sidewalk, taking a deep breath as the cool night air hit your drunk ass.
wait. but he isn't even your man? what right do you have to get jealous?
taking a few steps forward, your heels click against the pavement. until you abruptly stop, sighing loudly before screaming bloody murder in total embarrassment. you grip your bag, before crouching in humiliation, eyes shut as you force yourself to forget about everything that just happened.
what were you even thinking— why and how would you ever get the chance to get back with the new and improved gojo satoru?
he's the type of guy who plays beer pong and kisses people for fun during truth or dare games now. he's no longer that shy, anti-party, anti-alcohol, study-prioritizing nerd you've known since grade 8. he does billiards with a girl around his arm feeding him his drink— no, he doesn't play chess and beg you to watch his tournaments or go on a chess park date. you bet he doesn't even like digimon anymore! he probably sold all his limited edition cards and used the money for his fraternity's party funds.
but most of all, he's not yours anymore. and that really fucking stung.
messing up your hair with another scream, you find yourself wasted on countless "what ifs" that contradict "he blocked me first, it's not worth it" thoughts. you let out a low sob, tired and yearning to go home.
"i'm so stupid," you mutter to yourself, but you're met with a response. "no, i am." a deep voice rumbles from behind you.
your brain freezes for a second, before you're darting back up again, giving yourself whiplash as you face your one and only ex-boyfriend once again.
"did you freaking follow me out?" you exclaim, furrowing your eyebrows as you took a few steps away from him.
"y-yeah, but not in a creepy way— i just wanted to talk to you," he says, rubbing the bicep pressed tightly against his compression shirt nervously.
"i'm not interested." you say, straightforward. "not anymore," you then mumble, sighing under your breath as you look away from him.
"i'm not here to get you back," he softly speaks, "well, maybe, if you'd let me. but i was just really happy to see you again." he rocks himself on his heels, shoving his hands in his pockets again.
you hug yourself to go against that random coldness that swifts through you. maybe it's because of your adrenaline. "you've got tons of other girls lined up, just leave me alone." you scoff. "plus, you're the one who blocked me in the first place, didn't you?"
he pouts. cute, but no.
"i know that," he sighs, rubbing his nape, "and i'm sorry, okay? i fucked up a lot during our breakup period even though we could've stayed friends." he looks down, clearly guilty. but you won't buy it. you force yourself not to.
"at least you're self-aware." you mutter bitterly.
"look, i get it if you want to go— if you don't want to talk to me. i'm sure it's a shock to see me, especially like... this." your ex explains, adjusting his cap habitually.
"point is?" you raise an eyebrow.
he bites his lip apprehensively, hands on his hips as he gathered the courage to ask: "i want to make it up to you. maybe when you're feeling better too." he says, taking a few steps forward.
you freeze. you should seriously move. run a marathon for a cause— cause being getting away from gojo satoru.
"so... would it hurt so much to rekindle? be friends?" he asks, looking at you with those overbearing blue eyes, like his life depended on it.
friends? yeah, right. but you think about it.
"fine." you mutter.
yo. that's not how it was supposed to go?
but your heart is stubborn. and your heart won't let go of you stupid nerd turned fratboy ex. it's fucking stupid.
so there you have it. you're friends with gojo satoru again. unbelievable. three weeks in with talking to him again, you now find yourself laying on your bed, giggling at one of his corny ass jokes, staring at your phone as you waited for those three dots to become a message.
but while waiting for his response, your good friend utahime gives you a call. sitting up, you answer. "hello?"
her end starts with a loud sigh. "warning before i speak, just know i'll be blunt like last time. god, i hate men!" she exclaims, and you show concern.
"iori what happened?" you ask, and she replies. "you've been betted on, that's what happened!" your heart drops.
"i got the info from shoko, remember her? it's crazy! i swear that gojo guy is such an asshole thank god i went to a different campus during high school, he's the most disrespectful nuisance i've ever met—" utahime rambles, but you cut her off, staring blankly at the notification you got from satoru.
toru g: i'm gonna visit your dorm, surprise! ( ˙꒳˙ ) i'm otw,,, don't yell at me for coming unexpectedly pls. ♡♡♡
"hey... iori? i'll call you back, okay? tell me everything later." you say into the phone before ending the call.
just then, you hear your doorbell ring. just perfect.
you walk to the door in anger, steps heavy as you swing it open.
"SURPRISE!" slap!
yeah, fuck fratboy gojo satoru.
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natural selection | lohen x reader | NSFW | oneshot
summary: your mother told you that a good bunny never trusts a hare. you're sorry, but you can't be the good girl she wanted you to be.
themes: hybrid-canonverse!AU, hybrid-hare!lohen, hybrid-bunny!reader, breeding kink, teasing, bunny mannerisms, dry humping, mating press, standing sex, light humor, porn with feelings, smut and angst, they're in love your honor ♡
word count: 2.7k
It had been approximately seven days since you made accidental eye contact with a hare. Coincidentally, it had been approximately seven days since you were last able to catch a break.
“Too slow!” Lohen exclaimed. “Seriously, Bunny, try a little harder, won’t you?”
Your head whipped around desperately, trying to find the inconspicuous hare’s voice within the dense woods surrounding you. The floppy set of bunny ears on your head were no match for those of Lohen’s—a pair of hare ears that stood straight and were able to detect sound like no other. Feeling your heart pound against your ribcage, you were entrapped by the dire sensation of fight or flight. To run meant to invite him to chase, but to fight was certainly going to end in disaster. What was there for you to do other than to stand paralyzed, unsure of when or how Lohen was going to torment you this time?
“Boo!”
You screamed when you heard his voice, and with a maniacal laugh, he barreled into you. The momentum of your collision sent you both tumbling across the earthen ground, snapping branches and crushing fallen leaves in your wake. Your head was spinning by the time you stopped, that frustrating hare pinning you to the ground beneath him with a cocky grin on his face. You could already feel the bulge in his trousers, pressing into you as he leaned closer.
“You’re terrible at this,” he said, laughing. “Can’t you make the hunt a little more fun?”
“No!” you replied in a sputter. “I didn’t agree to it in the first place!”
“You think you’re gonna be agreeing to it if some other hare catches a whiff of you? If anything, you should be thanking me. It’s great training.”
Your chest heaved with erratic breaths. Staring up into his crimson eyes, your legs squirmed around his hips, heels digging into the mossy ground. Lohen watched you with his shiteating grin, letting you rut against him as your instincts overwhelmed your sensibilities. Rather whiny about it, you wailed, “What kind of mate are you?!”
“Oh, so now I’m your mate.”
“You’re the one who went and decided it!” you sputtered. “Be responsible for your actions!”
“I didn’t decide anything. All I said was that you’re a bunny and I’m a hare. It’s literally in our nature to fuck like crazy, so why not fuck each other?” His teeth peeked through his grin, one of his tall hare ears twitching as if it were nodding in agreement. “Less risky that way, yeah?”
You fervently shook your head. “Don’t talk to me about risk! You’ve put my life in danger for your ego ten times already!”
“Hey, hey—I’d never put you in danger,” he replied stubbornly. “I just use you to attract danger. I love messing with those horny rabbits that come running after you. It’s great entertainment. But,” he said, eyes twinkling, “I’d never let them touch a hair on your pretty little head, Bunny.”
“So then why do I have to train for it?!” you whined. “If you’re going to handle them anyway, then cut the theatrics and fuck me when I ask you to!”
“Jeez,” Lohen said, wincing. “Someone’s needy. To think just yesterday you smacked me for grabbing your ass.”
“You grabbed my ass in public!” you growled. “At work! In front of so many knights!”
“So? How else are they gonna know you’re mine?”
“You are so irritating!”
Your nails clambered for purchase along his shoulders, your hips humping against the curve of his lap. Wetness spread through your undergarments, soaking into the crotch of his pants as you repeatedly mashed yourself into him. Lohen watched you struggle, snickering as he saw fit.
How did you even end up like this? You were simply a new addition to the Knights of Favonius’s ranks, and not even as a member of the militia force. Your role was one that was both simple and safe, a career path that your parents had always desired for you. Your mother had warned you time and time again that a good bunny remained out of the line of fire, kept her head down, and did not get entangled with hares.
“Lohen,” you were whining, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cunt throbbed, your hips flailing up against his. “Please, I need you.”
“Oh? ‘Need’s a strong word, Bunny.”
“You motherfucker,” you gasped, nails digging into his coat. “Do you want me to beg? Is that it?”
He snorted. “I think you’re begging plenty already, Bun. I’m just taking in the view, you know?”
“Ngh,” you grunted, hinging your knee forward, then back. Again, you pressed your crotch to his, and your leg moved with a mind of its own, your foot stomping into the ground beneath you. You pressed your eyes shut, feeling a shamed heat spread through your neck and into the tops of your cheeks. Your leg jerked repeatedly, and as your stomping grew faster, Lohen only laughed. Leaning his mouth down to your jaw, his voice ghosted hot across your chin.
“You’re so cute when you start thumping, Bun,” he purred in a low, rumbling voice. “Almost makes me wanna fuck you.”
You thumped your foot again, your heart pounding ten times as hard. Letting out a series of embarrassing, dissatisfied grunts, you wriggled beneath Lohen, your animal instincts flaring through your core. Slick upon slick upon slick—you were far too ready for him, but just like a troublesome hare, Lohen did not abide you. Your nails clawed at the fabric of his cape, tears budding the corners of your eyes when your angered grunts mixed with needy whimpers.
What would your parents think if they could see you now? What would your mother; the woman who warned you about hares since you were a child; say, were she privy to how attached you had become to one? You were supposed to be your parents’ golden bunny, yet here you were—laying on the forest floor with a hare on top of you, pleading for him to fulfill your carnal desires.
The worst part was that you didn’t care. Let your parents weep over their disappointment of a daughter. Whenever this hare set his hands on you, you felt alive.
“Please,” you were whispering, high-pitched and breathy. “Lohen, please, I—ngh.” Another involuntary thump of your foot. “I want you.”
He chuckled against the soft of your floppy ear. Giving you a playful nibble, he whispered, “Good job, Bun. I think I like the sound of that a little better.”
You exhaled, your breath shaking as it exited your throat. Lohen reached down to his hip, and when you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper, you whined his name. He glanced at you with those gorgeous red eyes of his, the ones that had gotten you so whipped for him in the first place, and gave you a smirk so coy, you could die for him right then and there.
It wasn’t the fact that he was a hare that had you so entranced by him. It was the fact that that hare was Lohen.
“Lift up for me?” he asked, giving your legs the lightest of touches. You moved in accordance with him, and as he guided you through it, he said, “Uh-huh, like that.”
His teeth poked through his charming smile. Eyes roaming the length of your body, Lohen purred, “Good girl…you’re so flexible.”
Your knees quivered by your head. Truly, you weren’t built to bend or twist like this, but for Lohen, you would try.
“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands stroking the backs of your upturned thighs. His eyes were trained on your cunt, a flush of red decorating his grinning face. “Are you as wet as I think you are, Bun?”
Desperately, you nodded.
He relinquished a close-lipped laugh. “Guess I’ll have to be the judge of that.”
The sensation of his hot glans against your slick folds sent you curving back into the moss. You reached for your knees, keeping them held back for him, even though your body burned from the strain of it. Making sounds that you’d rather die than hear when you weren’t in a mating state, your toes curled into your flailing feet.
“You’re thumping the air, Bun,” Lohen said, like it wasn’t already obvious. He continued to smear himself up and down the length of your cunt, providing barely enough stimulation to suppress your feral urges. You recalled how full he made you feel, every single night over the past seven days of knowing him, and grunted pitifully.
Hares were generally larger than bunnies—faster and far more powerful, too. Maybe that was why you were so attracted to Lohen, who was lithe like a bunny on the surface, yet so unmistakably hare below the belt. The stretch of his tip against your hole, teasing you, had you sobbing.
“Fuck—me,” you choked out, trying to thump, thump, thump. “Lohen, please. Do something useful, please.”
His sly grin fell from his face. Staring down at you with an open mouth, he began to pant into the air, his ears twitching erratically. Watching your face still, he rubbed his beading head against your sensitive clit, and in a murmur, said, “I wanna breed you so bad.”
That was the thing about hares and bunnies—they both had an insatiable desire to fuck, fuck, fuck—but they weren’t compatible for breeding. That was why bunnies like you were taught to be wary of hares like Lohen, with their silver tongues and promises of sweet nothings. Your whole life, you had been taught that a hare only wanted one thing from a bunny, and that was to use her as he saw fit.
“Bun,” Lohen said, red-faced and gasping. “I wanna breed.”
You couldn’t, and yet—.
“Put it in,” you gasped back. “Lohen, if you want to breed, you have to put it in.”
He let out an odd, strangled noise. Maybe he appreciated the fact that you didn’t point out the obvious, or maybe he was getting influenced by your own state of need. Whatever the case, Lohen’s thick head sank right into your dripping hole, and with a gradual push of his hips, you were full of him.
Were you crying? Were you calling his name? Or were you praying to the Archons above for forgiveness?
“How do you—,” Lohen’s breath hitched. “How do you want me, Bun?”
“Hard,” you slurred. “Hard, Lohen, hard.”
His boots shuffled across the grassy forest floor. Half-squatting over you, Lohen placed his hands to the back of yours, helping you keep yourself ever so delicately folded in half for him. After a glance at you, assessing your comfort level no doubt, he quickly smacked his pelvis to yours.
You were flailing again, your throat hoarse from your cries. Slowly, Lohen’s girth retreated within you, and right when you were just a touch from empty, it shoved into you all at once all over again.
“Lohen,” you were sobbing, your nails digging into your own flesh. “Lohen.”
“Bun,” he panted back. “You’re…so fuckin’ tight.”
The slam of his hips punctuated his sentence. This was almost too much for you.
“Fuck, I…” Lohen hissed aloud. “I want to breed so bad, Bun. Fuck a bunny right…into you.”
With each final word, came another forceful pound of his dick inside of you. Your lower lip was quivering from your sobs and whines, and when Lohen noticed, he squeezed his hands around yours, hesitating.
“How do you want me?” he asked tenderly.
“Harder,” you choked. “Even harder.”
Lohen held you midair. It was unfathomable, how quickly he could fuck you while also supporting all of your body weight in those lean arms of his. You had never doubted Lohen’s strength, but it was times like these that reminded you just how lucky you were to have a hare like him.
Your back was pressed to a nearby tree trunk, giving Lohen the leverage to grunt by your ear. The way he chuffed and whined, nuzzling against your floppy ear with lustful fervor all the while, made your mind feel fuzzier than the ears atop his head. The pound of his hips was relentless, reminiscent of a hare in rut, and as the wet slaps of his body against yours filled the air around you, you worried for a moment that you may attract the attention of any keen-nosed rabbits who happened to wander by.
“Bunny,” Lohen was gasping. “Your pussy feels so good.”
What could you do in response to that, other than grab a fistful of his hair and wail? His breath hitched against your sensitive ear, and in a growling voice, he asked, “You gonna take it?”
Yes, yes, yes—of course you would.
“How much?”
All of it. All of it.
Lohen laughed, that giggle slowly turning into a hot moan. Pounding you so fast that you weren’t sure your womb would make it through this, he dug his teeth into your neck and groaned.
“Bunny,” he mumbled through mouthfuls of your skin, sharp pain mixing with sweet pleasure. “I wanna give you a hare that looks just like you.”
Why did your eyes bud with tears, when you thought about the impossibility of it?
“Fuck, Bun,” Lohen gasped, fucking you so hard your back shifted up the tree with each thrust. “You’d be such a good mom.”
“Please stop,” you sobbed, your nails clambering for purchase in the flesh of his shoulders. “Lohen.”
“You’re gonna give me what I want,” he whispered, the bridge of his nose ghosting against yours, “won’t you, Bun?”
You biologically couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t.
“Yes,” you whined anyway, throbbing and clenching around his plunging dick. “I will.”
His eyes widened. A shadow of darkness cast across his face, and in a soft, tiny whisper, he said, “Thank you.”
His mouth was on yours before you could think to respond. He kissed you hard, filling your mouth with the taste of mint bubblegum, a silly habit of his that you had found quite bunny-like for a hare, but was quickly becoming one of your favorite parts of him. Stretching your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close, the taste of your salty tears dancing between your clashing mouths. There was euphoria, there was longing, and there was a gnawing ache within you—the pain spurred from your inability to meet your mate’s needs.
If only you were a hare, like him. Strong like him, fast like him, able to keep up with his every move the way he was able to keep up with yours. Maybe then things wouldn’t be so hard for you. Maybe Lohen would be happier.
“I love you,” he said when your lips parted, his cheeks as crimson as those sweet eyes of his.
Your lower lip trembled.
“Fuck,” he spat, his eyes fluttering shut. “Here you go, Bunny.”
Dear Gods, this was what you needed. To feel him pumping you full, filling your womb with every last drop of his love for you. To cum from the pure stimulation of his affections; gasping, hot, and blinding; knowing that even if his seed would never take, he loved you.
“Good girl,” Lohen whispered fiercely, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Really good girl.”
“I love you,” you whined back, hiccuping through your sobs. “I wish I could be a mom for you.”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry over it, Bun.” He smiled, his eyes softening. “You know I was just saying things, right? I don’t want you to stress over it.”
“I just,” you croaked, “want to give you what you want.”
“…You really do love me.”
You nodded. Lohen chuckled.
“Well. I’m glad you picked me, Bun.”
Your hands smoothed out around his shoulders. He leaned in so close, his smiling lips brushed yours.
“You can do it,” he crooned. “I’ll just fuck you until you can. Sound good?”
You smiled, laughing in spite of your tears. Nodding, you said, “That sounds wonderful, Lohen.”
“One more time then?”
“One more—time!”
Leaning your head against the pine-scented bark, you offered your prayers to Celestia. Once more, your favorite hare began another passionate attempt to complete you, and you couldn’t have been more enamored with him if you tried.
Sure, you may have been a bad daughter. Disobedient and unwise. But whenever Lohen touched you, you never felt anything but the love between you. If that was so wrong, then you didn’t mind being bad at all.
a/n: as soon as i did more research into bunnies vs hares and realized they couldn't mate... i was like shiet lets turn this a lil angsty. p.s. did yall know bunnies thump and grunt when mad? teehee.
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when I was in high school I had a literature teacher who had a policy of unlimited extra credit. All you had to do was read a book by a notable author (his discretion) and have a little chat with him after school to prove that you read it. No limits, no need for variety (one month I decided I really loved Kurt Vonnegut and just read everything of his I could get my hands on).
Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.
I was thinking about it again today, and only just now realized that he absolutely tricked me into being well-read, while my teenage self thought I was totally getting away with something. THAT MOTHERFUCKER. I hope he's doing well.
if you leave this kind of comment on any fanfic writer’s work or if you think this shit is okay and isn’t the reason more and more writers are choosing not to share their works with your entitled ass for free anymore, you should be ashamed of yourself.
if you suspect a fic is ai and if that bothers you, quietly close the tap and leave the fic. no one forces you to stay.
this and also the only difference between fanfic writers and writers who sell their own original works as careers is that fanfics aren’t monetized. that’s all.
being a “professional” writer doesn’t mean your works are inherently better than fanfics. I’ve read so many fics that are more professionally written than some published books.
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You and Satoru Gojo - your best friend since grade school - had just one night, a bad break up, a bunch of drinks, but you promised to not let it ruin your friendship. That is, until a couple months later, when telltale lines show - you're pregnant with your best friend's baby! Panicked, you find Satoru is not nearly as upset as you thought - in fact, he is supportive and sweet. Just what you need, but the tension is there, and you don't know what is 'as a friend' or 'helping out' or what is more.
pairings - best friend! gojo x f! reader
warnings - mdni, oral, fingering, pregnancy, squirting, creampie, a bunch of fluff, friends to lovers, pregnant sex, oral fixation, soooo cute, nerdy/sweet and soft Satoru, mentions of insecurities w/reader, tension, mutual pining, happy ever after - wc- 8.1k
this won the poll hehe, late father's day oneshots - ty to my bb @lizatonix for proofreading againnn <3 Art by @mango on x
You're fucking pregnant.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Staring at that stick, your hands are trembling, gasping and dropping it as you look right at those two tell-tale lines, of the one and only time you and your best friend had sex. A terrible night where you were both broken up with, where you all had agreed just once, to take care of each other, to feel better.
Where the best friend you've had your entire life had rutted his cock into your needy cunt, and pressed your face down into the plush of your mattress. Where you'd arched up and he'd sucked in a breath when that damn condom broke, cursing as he pulled back.
The night you all didn't have another one– and you told him -
Fuck me.
Just fuck me and pull out… please?
The night he did just that - you know he had pulled out, especially when you had felt those sticky ropes of cum up your skin, painting your back with white. You had already been squirting right before, so sensitive, he'd rubbed his tip up and down your slit to get you to do it again, and again, before cleaning you up.
The night you had lost yourself, both of you tipsy, giggling and fumbling until he hit you with those mean fucking strokes, the ones that had you breathless. The night that plays over and over in your head on repeat, and won't stop, but you'd gone back to normal - stayed best friends, kept that agreement.
Until you felt sick two months later, dizzy from one little drink, your nipples aching.
And now...
The phone rings and you jump, looking and seeing his name, fingers trembling as you look from the phone to the stick, over and over.
How do you tell your best friend that he knocked you up!?
“Um.. hi?”
“Hey,” Satoru’s rubbing the back of his neck, pacing back and forth. Since that night a couple months ago you’ve barely hung out – he wants to say it’s because college is over, because you both have your own lives.
Yet he worries he fucked it all up that night.
But how could he not give you his cock, fuck into your needy, wet little cunt? How could he not have you cum all over him, ass arching so fucking pretty, god it looked like a heart from that angle. He has it in his head as he jerks it to you – feeling like the worst friend on the planet.
He’d beg to have you again, but he knows he can’t – he knows he needs to stay distant, to be your friend. One night where he let down his guard and whimpered an “I love you” was enough – you both were tipsy, and you were cummin’ too hard to hear it, the little confession.
The next day you were back to normal, but he’d felt you quiver around him, he’d watched you drool as he drilled his cock mean into your hole – tip bruising that cute cervix. Pulling out was a tragedy – but he was happy that fucking condom snapped, sadistic as it was for sweet, nerdy Satoru Gojo.
He wished he could have filled you with all those creampies.
“I made everything weird, yeah? That night-”
“No! No, no, it’s not that. I just…” You trail off, and he feels his heart hammering, pulse racing with nerves. “I need to tell you something.”
“Is anything wrong!?”
“No, yes – well…” You sigh again. “I’m coming over if that’s okay.”
“Of course.”
“Maybe um, smoke some weed first? Have a drink?”
Satoru pauses. “How bad is the news?”
“Just get… relaxed first.”
*****
“You’re… pregnant?” He manages to ask, eyes locked onto you as you pace back and forth in his living room. “You’re sure?”
“I need an official test, but yes,” you keep pacing now, shaking your head, sighing. “I was ovulating, I should have known better. Ugh! And now… Toru, you don’t have to help if I keep it, okay? I don’t want you thinking I like did this to get something, like because you’re rich or-”
“Excuse me?” He stands now, walking to you, gripping your shoulders gently, turning you to face him. “When would I ever think that about you?”
“But so many women would fucking do that to you,” you whisper, eyes full of tears. “And I know you’re scared of that. I know it’s why you’re cautious with dating anyone.”
That’s part of it.
The other part is he compares them all to you.
“I know it’s an accident, fuck I’m just as responsible, I was more than happy to fuck you without one,” you flush then, and he clears his throat. “Sorry, I know we aren’t supposed to bring it up.”
“Hard not to, now,” you sigh, letting him cup your face. “I’m so sorry. Really, I know you have so much on your plate, and-”
“Stop apologizing.”
“You’re taking this way better than I thought,” you admit softly, letting him hug you, sinking against his warmth. “I thought you’d panic, or worse… hate me.”
“I’d never hate you,” he whispers, his mind rushing a million miles a minute – of course it’s scary, and of course he has no clue about kids at all. He doesn’t even know what you’ll wanna do, but fuck if he won’t support his best friend – the girl he’s been pining for secretly for years.
He sure couldn’t bring any of that up now, not when you need support, when you need him to just be there.
“We need to make a doctor’s appointment, yeah?”
“I already did,” you sniffle, and he swipes your tears. “Do you wanna come with me?”
“Of course I do,” his brows draw together. “You’ve known me since we were babies almost, you really think I’d let you do this alone?”
“I knew you wouldn’t, but to resent me,” you trail off now, emotions burning in your throat. “I really always wanted one. Not now, but, I did.”
“Yeah, me too,” you blink a bit. “Didn’t know that?”
“You never talked about it to me,” you sniffle again, nausea suddenly hitting you, making you sway a bit. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m gonna…” you rush off then to one of his bathrooms, not one of your finer moments, and as a best friend always does, he holds your hair while you’re sick – it’s not like he hasn’t done it at high school keg parties, or the beginning of college for you – but it’s been a while since you’ve needed it. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, please,” he sighs now, standing. “I’ll get you something for your tummy, you have a toothbrush you can use under the sink, okay?”
“Thank you, Toru,” you hang your head as he walks out, soon you’re on his couch with your legs over his thighs, you all frequently sit like that – but now everything is different. He’s got you nibbling on saltines, and a ginger ale – he’d door dashed them so fast you were surprised.
Then you found out it wasn’t doordash – it was just Ijichi.
Poor Ijichi, really, but you suppose he’s paid well to be at Gojo’s beck and call all the time.
“I’ll throw it up again.” You nibble, little teeth marks on the cracker as you try to chew it a bit. “I keep getting sick.”
“How will you grow a baby if you don’t eat, hmm?” His words hit hard, the sweetness in them, the way he’s looking right at you. “Chew.”
“Yes sir,” you mumble, chewing again.
“Swallow.”
“Don’t say that!?” You’re choking almost on that cracker now as he snorts, smirking just a bit and leaning close.
“Oh, why not? Mind somewhere?” He teases, as if it’s just another day, and watches you get all flustered, playfully shoving him. “Perv.”
“Me!? You got me pregnant!”
“Well, you told me to keep going.”
“You little shit,” he shoves the ginger ale can in your hand again, narrowing those baby blues.
“Drink.”
“Just don’t say swallow, god,” he snorts and rolls his eyes a bit, leaning back on the couch, you see it’s getting dark outside now. “I need to head back soon.”
“Just stay,” it was normal to stay, before that night, before you knew how good his lips felt on your shoulders, his teeth sinking into the nape of your neck, cock railing your cunt from behind.
It was not normal anymore.
You look at his lips, wondering what it would be like to press yours on them, they were soft on your skin, but things were so hasty you both didn’t do that. Probably for the best, they were too plump and glossy, unfairly pretty like all of Satoru Gojo was, really, best you don’t even think of it.
“I should go,” you finally manage to say, and Satoru frowns. “I really have a lot to do tomorrow with work.”
Work.
He forgets you have your summer job, concern hitting his features then. “In your condition?”
“I’m barely pregnant, silly,” you playfully push him again, standing now. “I will see you at the appointment?”
“Of course,” he hugs you a little too long at the door, he can tell you’re fucking terrified as you hug him back, but…
Satoru’s not upset, at all actually.
Instead, he orders anything and everything a baby could need, and a million baby books, studying everything there was to know, picturing it all.
No, he was…
Excited.
Terrified but fucking excited to think of it – of the one girl he’s always loved carrying his baby, but he tries to rein it all in, the last thing he needs to do is pressure you either way with any decision. So instead, when you text him the details and a little good night with a heart, he simply writes back –
See you then. Night, sweetheart
Before studying again like a little psycho all night – by the time your visit comes, Satoru Gojo is an entire fucking expert on everything pregnancy related, in fact. What else was a best friend for, really, if not to support you with everything?
And if in the next week he jerks it hopelessly to the thought of fucking you and cumming in you, well…
He can’t really help that.
*****
The next week
The gel is cold against your skin as the doctor spreads it across your stomach with the little wand, your shirt slid up to your chest, showing a tummy still mostly flat.. Gojo sits beside you, his hand clenched in yours, his face paler than usual despite how supportive he is being.
You've both been quiet since arriving at the doctor, even in the back of his car as his driver brought you, there was not much said. He tried to lighten the mood by showing you videos of dumb things, but when it didn’t work, and he knew you needed the quiet? He gave you it, just keeping a hand touching your thigh the entire ride.
Comforting, he was comforting you – as the reality of this situation was sinking deeper with each passing moment.
A baby.
Would you have it? Would you keep it? Part of you has always loved kids, but you never expected to be a mother yet, especially not being married or at least with someone. Not your best friend – and was he still going to be that? Would he resent you for your decision, would-
"Alright, let's see what we can find," the doctor says, moving the wand across your belly and thankfully cutting off your thoughts. “Hmm… let’s try here.”
You stare at the screen as he delves lower, pressing a bit on your pelvis – your heart is pounding so quickly you can hear the blood rushing in your ears. There's just static for some time, and you feel yourself getting sick as Satoru watches with you, seeing the shape of your uterus right on the screen.
Fuck - what if something’s wrong!? What if…
“Hey,” Satoru smiles at you, feeling your panic – he’s always known you so fucking well, and now is no different. He runs his thumb across your knuckles softly. “Hear that?”
“No I…” There it is.
A flicker. A tiny, rapid fluttering on the screen, and the sounds, little whooshes quickly echoing in the room, it’s so fast, you can’t take what it does to you in that moment, feeling tears in your eyes. “See?”
“A heartbeat…” You whisper, he grins all big, his teeth white and bright, that smile fucking ruining you.
Another pregnancy symptom?
Apparently being too fucking horny – and being around Gojo made everything a million times worse. Did he have to be so attractive? Did he have to smell so damn good? Did he have to hold your hand like this with his pretty blue eyes glittering, like he’s got it all together when you don’t?
How were you ever just his friend before, you always had something for him, sure. High school crush, college crush, puppy love – but through it all you always knew that friendship was the most important thing. Yet now you know what it’s like for him to grip your hips, to hold you, to bend you over and break you apart on him. To have his body on top of you.
How could you forget it when you’ll be seeing him constantly for years?
"That's the heartbeat," the doctor says with a smile, shaking you out of your heated thoughts. "Strong and healthy. Looks like you're about ten weeks along."
Tears spring to your eyes as you turn to look at Satoru, seeing his own are affixed now to the screen, his lips slightly parted. He looks from the screen to your stomach, then back again, his expression one of pure awe.
"Is that… that’s the baby?”
“Yes, it’s hard to see this early,” the doctor takes a few pictures, it’s a tiny, moving little thing, so small it’s hard to tell.
“That's our baby,” you whisper, then curse softly. “I mean…”
“Shh,” Satoru murmurs, his own heart hammering so fast he almost feels faint. He was of course nervous, but seeing it and seeing you – the girl he’s loved as long as he can remember? He can’t help his dopey fucking grin. “It is.”
“Yeah,” you murmur, all pretty, flushed cheeks, blushing when Satoru offers to clean the gel off your tummy and you sit up, it squishes just a bit, making you curse. “Ugh, already.”
“You look perfect,” he says it before he can stop himself, his hand moving gently to wipe your skin clean, you look down, thighs pressing together, as his eyes flick to yours. “You’ll be pretty, all pregnant.”
“No way, my mom got huge and I will too!”
“So? It’s part of that,” you frown again. “Hey.”
“Yeah?” He tilts your chin as you slide your shirt down.
“What’s going on in your mind right now?”
“That I’m selfish, self centered to think of my body,” you pout a bit. “Stretch marks, titties getting so big, tummy huge. God, my ankles will too! My friends have all been so miserable, ugh. And I should worry less about that, and more about how I’ll raise this damn baby. Am I…”
“Shh,” he kisses your temple now, and you lean against him, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re in your early twenties, pretty normal to be worried about your body changing, I don’t think that’s selfish. Okay?”
“You always make me feel better,” you snuggle against him, loving this too fucking much, inhaling his scent, feeling his warmth.
“What are friends for? Besides… getting you pregnant I mean.”
“Satoru!”
“Well…” You snort and shove at him, shaking your head. “When’s the next appointment?”
“Two weeks for a physical type check… do you…”
“I’ll be there.”
*****
The next physical went great, and Satoru’s been reading even more baby books – you’d decided to keep it and had let him know it was his choice, of course, if he wanted to be involved. Because this was both your choices.
Of course Satoru did.
There was no world he’d ever let you do this alone and not support you – though he doesn’t tell you exactly how excited he really is, he is so nervous in these moments, especially knowing how scared you still are. So he tries to be comforting, reassuring, there for you.
He was right there on time, taking you there, and fuck he looked good. He had on this sweater that was so soft you wanted to snuggle against it, that cologne in your senses, almost making you salivate.
Fuck.
As if you didn’t want him before, at three months pregnant it was worse than ovulation, it was like you needed to cum constantly. You’d played with your pussy every day to avoid this, to hope that you could act normal with him, but when he’d brushed this tiny stretch mark on your skin and smiled?
When he’d murmured cute.
When he held the door open for you, sliding in and talking about everything he’s researched on babies? Well, that’s when it’s almost fucking impossible to control, thighs pressed together with your hands between them, as if you can keep yourself from touching him somehow on the drive back.
You're impossibly quiet in the back seat of his sleek black car, Ijichi drives Gojo everywhere, you’re not even sure Satoru can drive – there’s no point really though. You don’t blame him one bit, but it was always pretty fucking cool in school to get those rides home with him – memories twist and blur just a bit as he brushes a lock of your hair back, smiling at you.
You shift uncomfortably, trying to discreetly press your thighs together even more, to not just straight up whine out from the friction, but it's no use. You're so horny it hurts, your panties soaked to all hell, your clit pulsing with need, literally twitching from his proximity.
What sort of pregnancy thing was this? This wasn’t in a book.
"You okay, sweetheart?” Satoru asks softly now, glancing over at you. "You've been squirming, are you uncomfy? I think cramps can still happen – and your back can hurt from it. I can rub it?"
“No! I mean!? No!? I mean…” You curse, shaking your head. "I'm fine is all I meant!”
“Fine?” You nod quickly, making him sigh. “Am I being too touchy with you? Offering to-”
“No, no. God I appreciate you so much, never,” you mumble, shaking your head. “It’s not that at all.”
“Okay…” He exhales now.
“You thought that?”
“You’re so tense around me,” he brushes his hand against your thigh softly. “Like you’re clenched up, I worried I…”
“No… I’m just… not okay.”
"What's wrong?" he asks, brows furrowing just a bit. "Are you in any pain or anything? I need to know if you are."
"Not exactly," you admit, your cheeks flushing, burning fucking hot, god is this car just hot!? Is his skin burning!? "It's just... I'm really... uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable how? I can turn up the AC, and you can lean on me?”
You hesitate a bit, he’s being so fucking sweet, and you feel like a deviant right now. Your brain is on nothing but how long his fingers are, how good they’d feel inside you, fuck when you’d been together you’re not sure he touched you much. He had slipped them in for a moment but you were so needy you had begged him to put it in.
Oh and that stretch.
But they’re long, and they’re thick, thumb brushing your thigh. You sigh, shutting your eyes again.
“You know you can tell me anything, yeah? Known you since the fucking fifth grade, now is not time to get shy.”
“Right…” You take a shaky breath. “It’s embarrassing."
“Okay, how?”
"I'm horny," you blurt it out, watching his own blush, cursing a bit. "Like, painfully horny. I feel like I will jump you, straddle you, fuck your hands are so big and… Satoru, were they always this big!?”
“Were they…” He laughs nervously. “What?
“Were they always this big – and why do you smell like that?” He blushes brighter as you lean forward, your hand covering his. “I’m going to lose it, I can’t act like this, but it’s like I’m going to die if I don’t cum. I’m wet from nothing.”
Oh fuck.
He can’t take that, looking at you as you lean forward, your tits are right in his view, that sleeve falling off your off shoulder sweater, showing too much of your pretty skin. He swallows nervously, it takes everything not to just drag you on his lap and pump you full of cum.
God, what would your nipples look like dripping milk? How big and full would your tits get? He feels like he’s the pervert, and you’re over here worrying, he can see it as you pull back just a bit.
"Oh. That's... that's a thing? With pregnancy?” He tries to act calm, cock throbbing.
"Apparently," you mutter, shifting again. "And it's fucking awful right now, I am not trying to be… distant, okay? I…”
The car hits a bump and you whine out.
“Ugh!” You cover your face, Satoru is quiet for a moment, then clears his throat, taking your hands down slowly, making you look at him. “This is embarrassing!"
“Nah, it’s… just…” He swallows a bit, nervous as his fingers wrap around your delicate wrists. "I could... I mean, if it would help... I could help you out. As a friend if you um… want? As… a baby daddy… friend or-"
You blink then. "What?"
"Just... to take the edge off I could help you feel better," he murmurs, his cheeks still slightly flushed, eyes dark. "I helped you get in this state, I could at least help you with this, to make you cum, hmm?”
“Make me cum?” You’re trembling a bit at that. “Like and… it’s fine with you?”
“Is it fine with me,” he laughs a bit, shaking his head, tilting your chin up. “You askin’ if I have a problem making you cum for me?”
“I just,” you bury your face against his chest, his hand slipping up your thigh achingly slow. “Make me cum how?”
“You keep staring at my hands, do you want my fingers inside you?” You suck in a breath, burying your face again, feeling his thumb brushing your skin. “What else is your best friend for, hmm?"
“Satoru,” you laugh softly, biting down on your lip, peeking over at the partition. “Would he hear?”
“You were loud,” you gasp and playfully shove at him. “I’m kidding… kind of. You really were.”
“I’ll be a little quiet,” you whisper. “You were loud too.”
“Brat, tch,” you giggle, and it feels perfect.
Satoru is your best friend.
Satoru got you pregnant.
Now Satoru Gojo’s fingers are sliding up your thighs, his fingertips tugging at the waistband of those leggings, you love wearing them lately, with your body already changing just a bit. “Are you sure you want me to?”
“Yes,” you whisper, a hand slipping up his chest, shaky just a bit as his fingertips slip lower. “Helping me as my friend.”
“Best friend.”
“Best ever,” you whisper – delusional – nodding so he has the okay, his fingers are just a bit hesitant at first, gently tracing the edge of your panties before slipping underneath, finding you. “Mnh!”
You gasp as his fingers brush against your folds, already slick with arousal, embarrassingly so in fact – so wet the squelch is loud as he darts it up your slit, Satoru moans softly, looking into your eyes and slipping lower. His fingertip dips in, and even more slick drips out, your panties already sticky, he lets out a little hum, running them up, studying you.
You shake your head in response, spreading your thighs wide for his fingers to explore you, he finds your clit easily, circling it gently and all teasing, making you whine out in frustration before applying more pressure, drawing patterns like he had that night months ago.
“Satoru!” You whisper it, trying to keep quiet as you arch against his hand, a desperate whine escaping your lips again, hands gripping at his sweater too tightly.
"Like that?" he asks, his voice soft, god does he have to sound like that? You’re trying to keep it together, but the faster his fingers rub your twitchy lil clit, the worse.
"Yes, y-yes like that I…. mhm!”
He knows your body, he has no problem sliding two in deep, curving up and letting the heel of his palm graze your needy clit, squishing noises even louder as he watches you, waiting for you to fall apart for him.
“So wet,” he murmurs, moving faster. “You’re close, hmm?”
You nod quickly, letting him lean forward – as if he may kiss you, just hovering a centimeter away as he works your cunt, lifting his chin and looking down at you, eyes hungry and bright blue.
“Then cum, let go,” he whispers, and you do it like on command, earning his soft, murmured praise, orgasm rushing through you until you’re high from it, resting your face against his neck.
“Toru,” you breathe out, eyes shutting, the orgasm so much better than what you can do yourself.
"Better?" he asks softly, pulling his fingers back just a bit, eyeing that slick and moaning. “Fuck…”
"Much better,” you mumble, seeing that amount of slickness and panicking. “Oh god sorry…”
“For what? Being soaked?” He smirks a bit. “No need.”
“I um…” He sucks your cunt off his fingers, making your lips part at the filthy little act, something you’ve never seen with any other partner.
He just tasted your cunt, his cheeks hollowing.
“I um… you uh…” Words. Use words. “I… th-thhank you?"
"Anytime," he says with a small smile, chuckling a bit as your flavor hits his tastebuds. “What sort of friend would I be if I let you hurt like that?”
“Right, you’re winning the best friend – baby daddy award,” he snorts, and the two of you act fine, act as if this was just that.
You’re both too fucking scared to admit what it really is.
*****
A month later
You're staying over at Gojo's place again – it's become more frequent since the pregnancy was confirmed. The two of you spend a lot of time together, preparing a bit or just enjoying each other’s company. You had to tell your families, which was not an easy conversation, especially with Satoru’s parents.
They’d been appalled quite frankly, Satoru was supposed to marry who they wanted him to, they were anything if not distant and terrible as long as you knew him. You’d held his hand that night during that dinner, and asked if he wanted you to stay over again, quiet as you both drove home.
“You don’t have to,” he murmured softly, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, I expected much worse.”
“I still want to,” you had said, kissing his cheek, your eyes fluttering shut, his hand had instinctively touched your tummy, getting rounder now, something so intimate and sweet it almost broke you.
You hated going home alone.
There were plenty of rooms – but tonight you couldn’t just sleep in one, tossing and turning until you got up in the middle of the night, peeking to see Satoru asleep, sprawled across his bed with his lankly limbs – the sheets tangled around his waist. You watch him for a moment, you’ve seen him asleep countless times, but everything lately has felt so different.
“Toru?”
“Hmm?” He opens his eye and turns, peeking at you. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
His voice is all raspy with sleep, making your heart flutter. God he’s even cuter, leaning up in the dark, brushing a hand through his hair with a sleepy smile. “Could I sleep in your bed?”
“You want the comfiest one, hmm?” He teases, holding up the blanket for you to crawl in beside him. “Come closer.”
“You sure?” He nods, tugging you against him and sighing, burying his face in your neck. “Will it be too much?”
“No, not at all,” he feels so good, he’s so warm, his body against yours. “Get some sleep.”
But sleep still eludes you, you instead can’t stop thinking of how badly you crave not any kind of food or drink like a normal pregnant girl.
You’re craving Satoru.
God, thinking of that hardness pressing against you in your mouth, to taste him for once, feel him harden on your tongue and pulse. Swallow him down, suck him till he’s whimpering, cumming over and over?
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, hmm?” He teases you again. “I feel your brain whirling over there.
“I’m having an odd craving,” you mumble, turning over to him now, he raises a brow at you, yawning.
“I’ll order whatever, what is it?”
“You can’t order it,” you bite your lip now, and he laughs.
“You want me to make you cum again?”
“No.”
“No?” You slide down the bed, gently pulling back the sheets a bit, and his breath catches in his throat. He's only wearing boxers, and you can already see the outline of his cock, thick and growing, a little dark spot where pre is slipping. “Oh you… you’re craving…”
“I really want your cock in my mouth.”
Is Satoru fucking dreaming!?
He wonders as he blinks rapidly at you, your fingertips trailing his abdomen, making them tense. “You want my cock in your mouth?”
“Yeah, that sounds insane. I want…” You sigh. “Cum.”
“Cum!? Is that even safe!?”
“I don’t know, that’s not in a book!” You pull back now, sighing. “God I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, don’t go,” he catches your wrist quickly, tugging you against him. “I would never turn down your mouth, you fuckin’ kidding?”
“You sure?”
“Am I sure,” he shuts his eyes, trying not to act as eager as he really is, and completely failing. “In what world does anyone turn that down? Especially from you.”
“You want it then?” You whisper, reaching out to trace the length of him through the soft fabric, he whimpers just a bit, the sound making you ache.
“You really wanna suck me till I cum? You don’t want like… ice cream with pickles or something?” You laugh softly, shaking your head, and he tugs you more, your hair falling against his skin, brushing his thigh. “Yeah, go ahead then, sweetheart. You can suck me any time you need.”
“Oh can I?” His hand brushes your hair back reverently as he tugs his cock out, he’s close to telling you he’s in love just when you kiss his flushed tip, tongue lapping to grab a little bit of white.
“Anytime,”he murmurs again instead, watching as you gently take the tip of him into your mouth, hot and wet. “Fuck…”
“Mnh,” you’re aching as you eye him, and his hand entangles gently into your hair, easing your head down so you can taste him – clean and slightly salty with the white coating your tastebuds. You moan softly as you take more of him in, your tongue swirling around to hit his frenum, making his hips buck up.
“God… so this is really your pregnancy craving?"
You hum around him in response, which makes him groan, thickening in your mouth as you move up and down, reaching for your pussy and touching it, letting him fuck into your throat, pausing then.
“Is it too much?”
You pull back with a messy pop, shaking your head. “I want it.”
“Fuck you’re pretty like this,” he whispers, his hand gentle but firm on the back of your head as you work him with your mouth, taking him deeper with each pass until he's hitting the back of your throat, and you’re gagging on him. “Takin’ me like that? So fucking good, doin’ s’good I…”
He’s mumbling, stuttering as he fucks your throat – just like you were dying for, making you suck harder, aching to taste all of him. Him whispering your name as you drool down his balls, his tip gliding past your uvula, while your fingers fuck in and out of your needy cunt.
“You’re touching her?” He asks softly, you hum in response, he’s lost at how good your throat feels, how tight with every little gasp. “Sucking me has you that needy, hmm?”
“Mhm,” you suck even harder, and he fears he won’t last long, not when you’re cumming, shaking and your throat is contracting, his thick length stretching it so good.
“Want all of that cum in your throat?” He whispers hoarsely, you moan again, eyes looking up under your lashes as he holds your hair in a ponytail. “I’ll give you all of it, then, sweetheart.”
He is not quiet when he cums, no, Satoru Gojo moans – husky and fucking loutd as his hips buck up, and he’s busting his creamy release. It’s spilling down your throat, and you greedily swallow every drop, slurping it all as he gently fucks your throat a few more times, whining out, sensitive.
You take your fingers of your cunt, slick and messy, sucking him up and down, still semi hard, eyes locked on his.
You just sucked Satoru Gojo’s cock.
Your friend since fifth grade.
You pull off, a thick string of saliva and cum dissolving from your licks, as your little pink tongue then gently licks him clean.
“You’re so perfect I…” He trails off, swallowing nervously and then tugging you up. “C’mere.”
You gasp as you land on his chest, and he wraps an arm around you, kissing your lips, tasting his own cum right off you.
You haven’t even kissed Satoru yet.
That’s what’s insane, you’ve gotten pregnant, you’ve fucked him, came on his fingers, but it was as if you both knew the kiss would ruin you, and it does, desperate, needy and sweet. How his hand tangles in your hair, and his lips move, plump and soft against yours.
That’s when the inevitable fact hits your heart – you didn’t just crave cum in your mouth, you wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to fall apart for you, his tongue glides on yours and you can’t help but sigh into his mouth. You lean up a bit, hands on his chest, a smile so big and goofy on his face you melt.
“So, was that just a craving?”
“Were your fingers just helping a friend out?” You ask, he laughs and shakes his head, cupping your face.
“What do you think?” You bury your face nervously, letting him hold you against his body, your heart racing.
“I think everything is insane. And scary and… I don’t ever, ever want to lose you, Satoru.”
“You won’t,” he whispers, kissing gently across your cheek, to your temple, but the words still don’t make it from his lips.
I love you.
It’s like they’re stuck, until you’re fast asleep, and he murmurs them like he did that night you conceived your baby.
*****
It goes on like that, sucking Satoru for your oral fixation, and fuck he’s not complaining, but soon it’s not enough, neither is you letting him finger you when you’re aching. You’re so sexy with your tummy swelling, and your tits so full, your face is glowing and your goddamn eyes are glittering.
You are sinking to your knees after work at your place when he halts you, shaking his head, making you pause.
“Oh um, not today?”
“You stand here,” he says instead, kneeling and making you blush, looking up at you under his snowy lashes. “I want to taste you this time.”
“Toru, you c-can’t… I’m getting big already and-”
“You’re perfect,” you melt when he gently slides up your dress, groaning when he sees your slick, pretty pussy. “Call it my pregnancy craving.”
“You got ‘em too, hmm?” he laughs softly, tickling your skin.
“Why don’t you sit down and spread your thighs,” you obey him – how can you not – sitting at the edge of the bed, eyeing the reflection of you both in your mirror for just a moment, the sight as filthy as it is sweet, worshipping you when he kisses up your inner thigh. “Good girl.”
“You can’t just say that, Toru,” he doesn’t know what it does until this very moment, when he spreads your plump lips, watching the slick pool down, so fucking pretty. His hand brushes up the curve of your tummy, tongue gathering that mess and drinking it with a greedy bob of his Adam's apple. “Mnh!”
“Fuck,” Satoru’s lost now – hand adjusting his straining erection, his other slipping higher, squishing a tit, feeling the weight of it in his palm as he looks up at your body, your face, head falling back.
You’re too pretty pregnant.
All he can think is how he’s almost glad you are right now, he knows it was an ‘accident’ but he’s so fucking happy, having you with him all the time, having your touch, your nearness. Seeing all the changes and knowing in this way the two of you are connected, a toxic little thought nagging at him that he’d love to do it again, next time on purpose.
Maybe he’s very happy pulling out didn’t work, and that the condom broke, when his fingers press into your thighs, and he’s greedily slurping at your cunt now. All gentleness lost as your flavors hit, ones he’s had little hints of at best, watching you suck him was amazing, but Satoru thinks he loves this just as much if not more, drinking your cunt up as you tremble, as you fall apart.
“I’m c-close, fuck I’m…” You’re pressing your thighs on either side, he pulls back, your wetness making his face glisten.
“Hold ‘em open,” he murmurs softly, you prop your feet up on the bed as he sinks further onto the plush of your rug. “Just like that.”
“I’m spread wide though…”
“And you were when I got you this way,” he grins as you blush. “You wouldn’t let me touch you, it was just – in me.”
“Well I wanna say it again,” you admit softly. “But also…”
You tug his hair, bringing his face against you, his moans vibrating on your messy, sensitive clit. Satoru slides two fingers in and fucks them in your hole, slick and drooling onto the carpet with every thrust, his mouth sucking your little clit inside it. A few more flicks and hums, and you’re shattering, cumming so hard you squirt all over him, soaking his shirt.
“Fuck…” He looks at you in wonder, you gasp, covering your face.
“Oh god!? I’ve never…”
“Good,” he is possessive then, as he stands up, sliding your dress until it’s off you completely, leaning forward and kissing your lips. “I’m glad if I made you first.”
“Are you getting possessive of your ‘friend’?” You tease – you both know the word is nonsense at this point, but you’re also scared to say more.
That you’re in love with him.
“Maybe I am…” He admits, his voice breathy and sensual, as you taste yourself, the sweetness from his mouth mixing with your own flavor, addictive. “Maybe I wanna pump you full of me, hmm? Maybe I’ve been wanting to.”
“Then do it,” you whisper, eagerly tugging down his zipper, seeing just how hard and thick he is. “Cum in me.”
“Fuck, seriously!?” You giggle a bit at that, nodding. “What position though? Can you… be on your back? Can you…”
“You didn’t read that part, hmm?” You tease him then, laying back and seeing how his eyes darken, his pretty tip leaking. “I can, but no weight on the tummy at this point so…”
“Got it,” he whispers, hands on your hips, standing between you as you lay there, thighs wide, your mess dripping in rivulets still from your thighs, when his tip hits your slit you both take a breath.
“Ah!” You’re so sensitive during this stage of pregnancy, you almost cum from a rub, embarrassing as it was to squirt on his damn face, you can still see where you soaked his shirt as he leans down, careful not to put weight on you. “Sensitive…”
“Yeah, are you, baby?” You nod quickly, he keeps rubbing it, like to torture you, kissing you while holding himself up and standing, achingly sweet even as his fat cockhead is going faster between your folds. “Yeah you are – gonna cum like this, hmm? Like that night?”
“You r-remember?” You mumble, losing control of your senses, clinging to his biceps, nails pressing over his shirt, Satoru sighs, kissing you again, as you feel your body tense up.
“Of course I remember,” your eyes meet, and you can’t help but shatter with another glide of his tip against your slit, impossibly more squirt spraying him. “God you’re wetter than before. Is that even possible?”
“In me, fuck… stop teasin’ me…” You are already cockdrunk from his tip, and he knows it – smirk on his handsome face. “Toru!”
“Lemme take my time, know how long I’ve waited?” You can’t answer, not when he glides his cock in, careful when in three thrusts he bottoms out, waiting for you to adjust. “Feel so fuckin’ good… you’re soaked…”
“Mhm,” your thighs tremble, he is easing back, his hands trailing down your changing body in a way that should make you nervous.
But you just want more.
“Beautiful…” He whispers, easing back and looking at the mess with every slow stroke, how your puffy lips are moving around his thickness, coated his raised veins till they’re glittery. “Look at you, sweetheart. These tits, so full, I can’t wait till there’s milk dripping.”
You whine out then, eyes rolling back as he begins to move, standing and lifting you just slightly, angling your hips so his cock can rub right on your sweet spot, hitting the little sponginess of it over and over in sweet little kisses. You shatter again, and again, cumming so much you get dizzy, your ears ringing, his cock filling you and stretching you more than you thought you could take.
He’s whispering your name in a way that’s nothing like ‘a friend’ or even a baby daddy, the way he says your name as he rests a hand on your ribcage, the other on your hip, fucking into you? It’s filthy, it’s loving, it’s everything and anything but how he’s said it your whole life, and yet…
It’s still the way he said it the day he met you.
When he first learned your name, the two of you became friends, and he shared his lunch with you because you forgot to make your own. The way when he took you home after school, and when he’d hold open that umbrella, the two Satoru Gojos meld – that one, and this one, a man fucking you up, holding you, his shirt half slid up from your hands.
“Off, off,” you tug impatiently and he laughs, doing just that, letting you touch his abdomen, his chest, gripping his obliques when he starts to move faster. “Ah!”
“Y-you okay, sweetheart?” He manages, pausing then. “Am I too…”
“I’ll give you anything when you ask so sweet,” he eases out and you gasp, scowling at him. “I’m just going to make you more comfy, don’t you glare at me.”
“I said more and you… oh…” He’s gently putting a little pillow underneath your hips now, and you sigh, lashes fluttering. “That is better.”
“Mhm, impatient girl,” he glides back in, hitting your spot even better, every drag of his tip having you closer and closer. “You sure you want my cum? You wanna be so full of me it drips out all day?”
“Yes,” it’s automatic, your answer, Satoru whines out then, his cheeks all flushed, his eyes lidded and heavy – you feel him pulsing inside, he’s so big in your slick, messy walls. “Please… cum inside I… mnh!”
“Fuck,” Satoru gives you just that – all his milky cum, coating your walls in white, trembling as you milk him for every drop.
Oh, and when he sees that mess pouring from your pretty cunt? Well he can’t help but fuck it back inside, but this time with you on your knees, your head resting on the bed as he holds your body up. Watching the thick coating of his own white release slipping down his cock, his balls heavy again.
He gives you more of it – more of him, desperately whimpering in your ear, cum getting fucked back inside, whispering those treacherous words that you didn’t hear last time. But this time you do, you turn your head, drool spilling, eyes all fucked out – Satoru swipes your drool as he busts his load deep in you again, three now just getting fucked deeper, slipping from the mess you both are.
“You l-love me?” You mumble, brows drawn together. “Is that like… just talk during it or…”
“I love you,” he whispers again, a little louder, seeing your eyes glimmer. “Not just because I’m buried inside you and pussy drunk, no. I do love you. God I do.”
“I love you too, Toru,” you whisper, letting him kiss you, drinking his sighs and moans in as he gently rocks his still hard cock inside, in the stuffed full, creamy mess he’s made of you. “I love you too.”
It’s whispered over and over, when he’s showering you, helping you shave, being so gentle and sweet – like he wasn’t just railing your pussy, like he wasn’t fingering his cum back in. No, it’s perfect, the way you can finally not call Satoru Gojo just your friend anymore.
*****
You had a baby with your best friend by accident – but it’s anything but a mistake, in fact when you’re holding her in your arms and smiling at her, seeing the same blue eyes you’ve loved your whole life? When Satoru’s making a bottle downstairs and you’re rocking in the chair in the nursery he had made?
When she’s all milk drunk later in your arms and Satoru is laughing at her little face, brushing her cheek with his thumb? You know it was all for some reason, even if it’s a little too soon, and even if you’re not fully ready yet – you know it’s perfect here, having him kiss your head, sighing and looking at her.
“She’s so cute like this,” he says softly, brushing some of her downy hair that’s forming, you ease the bottle and she is still sucking. “She needs a binky?”
“Mhm,” he hands you one, and you slip it in her mouth, grinning all big up at Satoru now. “She looks so much like you. I’m not sure my genetics tried.”
“Well, I do have Gojo genes,” he’s all puffing his chest, you can’t help but giggle, before wincing a bit at the pain. “You okay, sweetheart?”
“Still sore,” you admit, he gently takes her and places her in the pretty little bassinet, swaddling her up tightly before coming to you, helping you up. “Thank you… Toru, thank you for everything. I was scared at first, but…”
“I was too,” he admits, peeking down at you – still so beautiful, but the strain of having her has taken it’s toll. You’ve got dark circles, and your color isn’t all back yet, he picks you up before you can stop him.
“Toru!”
“You’re taking a nap.”
“I can walk!”
“I know,” he holds you anyway, you yawn and bury your face against his neck, lashes tickling his skin. “I love her so much.”
“I do too,” you admit, giggling. “So much I almost want another.”
“Another, hmm?’
“Not any time soon!” He just grins as he lays you down. “You deviant, don’t even think about it for at least two years!”
“Sure, I wasn't thinking about it at all,” he sighs as he sees your nipples dripping though, thumb brushing over one, tasting it. “Oh it’s sweet.”
“You little freak,” you tease, but you let him have just a taste, a little flick of his tongue before he tugs up your top. “Take a nap with me.”
“All right,” he is tired too, just trying to keep wide awake for you, but when he cuddles you to him, and feels you against him, he can’t stop his grin.
He got his best friend pregnant by accident – but the next time will absolutely be on purpose.
best friend alhaitham who somehow has become your designated "will this guy be a good boyfriend or not" detector. except he keeps rejecting every single one of the candidates you brought up to him with the most ridiculous but logical reasons that you can't really refute.
"you've reiterated that you wanted a man who wouldn't prioritize his career over family, and he has confessed that his dream is to become the akademiya's grand sage. continuing to see him would merely expend meaningless energy on your part."
"he dislikes your favorite color and is allergic to cats. your future living arrangements are bleak."
it's when you've finally had enough, when you yell in frustration for him why don't you just pick someone who would make a good boyfriend for me, then!ー he finally stares at you, snaps his book close, and declares with the utmost confidence: "objectively speaking, that would be me."
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