#gojou satoru x yn
TW:smut! cum play (?), cum eating, unprotected sex, pure fucking filth, do tell me if missed any
gojo satoru who doesn‘t want kids but doesn‘t pull out either.
mindlessly, he thrusts into you as if his life depends on it. his eyes are closed, head thrown back with his hands on the small of your back pressing it down, forcing your back to arch.
it hasn‘t been remotely long since your last orgasm, and another one is loading inside you. it’s all caused by the natural arch of his thick cock that keeps hitting your g-spot, causing you become delirious with every passing second.
“‘tooru—” you sweetly moan, tongue already losing it‘s place in your mouth. meanwhile, the white haired man behind you keeps moaning, barely hearing your voice over his as he whines.
“j- just a bit more pretty.” he pants, both hands moving to your waist as his thrusts become rather sloppy and deeper as he shudders with every thrust, feeling your walls tighten around him sweetly.
you shudder, feeling his cock pulse inside you, going deeper with every thrust, his hands clawing at your waist as he chases that sweet release that washes over him in no time.
you both moan so lewdly. his sweet voice leaving past his lips as he stills, dumping his cum inside of you. you stop as well, feeling his liquid inside you. all that stickiness feeling well inside of you, spurting and painting your walls white.
“fuck baby,” he moans.
though he did dump himself inside of you without a care, he doesn‘t want kids, and you don‘t feel prepared yet. you‘re not on birth control, and neither is he.
you sigh in pleasure as you feel him pull out, white cum that belongs to him and you wrapped around his pretty cock. gojo swallows thickly before he grabs your waist and flips you to your stomach.
“alright baby, you know what to do,” he looks up at you, your tired yet smutty eyes meeting his lust filled ones as you nod.
his hand moves to the lower part of your stomach as he watches your cunt with lust in his eyes. you prop yourself on your shoulders as you look down at him between your legs, you smirk lightly before you push.
with one hard push from you and a light pressure from his hand, dribbles of his cum drip from your pussy. you moan, feeling his fingers ghost on the lips of your cunt, opening it to reveal more of you pushing all his seed out of you as best as you possibly can.
and when you feel like can‘t anymore, he‘ll sweetly smile at you, saying “oh don‘t worry, i can help you with that.” then, his long, slender fingers will delve into your pussy.
your throw your head back as his fingers rake the walls of your cunt, bringing the remnants of his cum out of your pussy. and when he sees his middle and ring finger glisten with cum when he takes them out, he‘ll waste no time and put them into his mouth. he does that all while he looks at you, looking lewdly before his fingers go back in.
when he finds that his fingers can no longer pick out anything, he‘ll prop his mouth before you glistening cunt and stick his tongue straight into you. best part is when you‘ll take his hair and push your cunt straight to his mouth. he‘ll smirk, grabbing your thighs and straight up lick you in the inside. he calls this process ’just making sure’ to make sure that there is no more cum in your cunt, to ensure that there will be no babies coming your way.
and when he‘s down with taking all remnants of his white potent seed out of you, he‘ll crawl over to you and dangle his cock before your mouth. of course, you naturally will eat up and lick him. you‘ll eat the mixture of yours and his ecstasy clean.
and when you‘re done, you two will share a cute deep kiss, tasting each other. <3
No one would have guessed how bad Gojo despises the titles put to his name since he embodies them well. He makes each one his own. He works hard for it, to truly own it and confidently claim it just as he was deemed by others.
Six Eyes heir
Limitless Cursed Technique wielder.
The Strongest.
A mentor.
He plays it off like it’s nothing to him, that he’s just some smug bastard. But the reality of it all is that he despises it. Because with these titles, come the responsibilities that go along with them. And with each role he takes on, the greater the weight he feels on his shoulders.
Yet as the nurse acknowledges his presence when he walks into the room, somehow, he feels stripped of his previous titles as he takes in this new one. Gojo stood frozen at first, not really knowing what to do with himself, a clusterfuck of emotions brewing in him.
Fear, joy, distress, relief, excitement.. but mostly anxiousness.
Shit, he feels like he’s going to puke. What had he just gotten himself into? He thinks idly, palms getting clammy. But as soon as he got a glimpse of his little girl, he felt struck. There is a wave of calm in him and suddenly she is all he sees. And he is reaching for his blindfold, tugging it down as he approaches, yearning to see this tiny human with his extraordinary perception.
A sigh of relief escapes him as he detects no trace of cursed energy. He just sees perfection, although he might be a little biased.
Strong arms honed to fight and defend opens with a slight tremor on them as he was handed over his child. He holds his breath, afraid he’ll wake the little angel or worse, cause pain or distress. But the kid nestles comfortably in his arms, chubby cheek squishing against the swaddle blanket with every attempt to wag.
“Hey, kiddo.” He greets, his voice has never sounded this soft in his entire life. Gojo exhales shakily, grinning wide as the baby coos as if in response.
“You’re so beautiful.” He cradles her face in awe. “Just as pretty as your momma, aren’t you?” Gojo could not help but lean in to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, leaning back again before he could fully pull away to plant another one on her nose. And her cheek. And then the other cheek. And her chin.
He then holds the newborn’s tiny hand, marveling at how it looked significantly puny next to his own. Soft, fragile, trusting. A total opposite of his.
“Nice to meet'cha.” he murmurs, chuckling softly as he shakes her hand. The little angel grabs his pinky tighter making him laugh to himself again and say, “Yeah, hi, sweetheart. I’m your dad."
Gojo then winces and makes a face. "Well, if your momma still lets me.. Because you know, I was kinda late for your birth-” he shrugs, laughing wryly. “But you have to know, your dad is a very important man. Saves the world and exorcizes ugly stinky curses for a living. Very cool-”
He continues to babble on, so engrossed with his one-sided conversation that he doesn’t even notice his students who have come to visit enter the room. Megumi, Kugisaki and Yuuji laugh quietly among themselves watching their sensei endlessly talking to the newborn while feasting on the fruit basket Nanami and Shoko had asked them to bring for you. They know you won’t mind anyway.
Gojo has always been a fast learner, quickly getting accustomed to this new role as a father. Anyone who would see him cooing and holding the baby into a better position would think that this could not have been his first time holding a baby.
Gojo doesn’t notice but he smiles wider and wider with every small movement the baby makes. Eyes gleefully dancing across the delicate features of his daughter. He knows it’s too early to tell but he can already see how much she takes from you, and he’s so glad that she does. Gojo knows he’s going to spoil her rotten and he’s already mentally preparing himself for all the arguments he’s about to have with you.
For the nth time this evening, Gojo sighs happily.
“I did not know this was possible,” he purses his lips, grazing his daughter’s cheek with his fingertip. “I only just met you but I already know you will own the rest of my days.” Megumi smiles at this, proud and happy for him. Didn’t know his sensei actually had that in him. Megumi shakes his head thinking, Is this really the same weirdo who raised me? But then, Gojo continues to say, “I’m so glad I made your momma pregnant.” Megumi rolls his eyes.
The trio’s protest and gagging noises startles Gojo.
“God, sensei.”
“Eww!”
“Gross!!”
Gojo scowls at them, just realizing he wasn’t alone with you and his baby in the room. “When did you three get here??” He hisses at them, eyes widening when he sees the basket nearly empty. “And why are you brats eating that! Those are for Y/n!!"
Let’s just say you pretty much kicked them all out of the room when you wake up from all the bantering.
Gojo pouts by the door, begging you to let him stay. Already missing his daughter’s warmth as he longingly watches you feed her.
