Pairing: Nanami x Female Reader
Characters: Nanami Kento, surprise person (let’s be real you can probably guess lmao) 
Rating:NSFW
Content: d/s dynamic, blowjob, cum swallowing, dacryphilia, dumbification, threesome, degradation, praise

PLEEEEASE the way this man could take me into overtime O_O

Okay we all know Nanami is a dilf without kids let’s be real

It wasn’t exactly an odd occurrence. Being called to the study that Nanami typically resides in. It was just his wording…
I need you here now.
Usually he’d put it across as more of a request rather than a demand. It feels awfully similar to the events that usually take place after work hours.

“You called for me?” Your voice is quiet as you gently tap on the open door. He doesn’t appear to be in any sort of distress.
Nanami doesn’t even glance up, not a single flicker. “Shut the door and come here.” It’s that tone. The same one that never fails to make you weak at the knees. Instinctively, you do as your told. The door shuts and you glide over to where he sits behind a desk, shuffling piles of paper. “Knees.”
That command you had heard a million times before was ringing though your head. Your eyes widen in disbelief. “But-”
“I said knees.” This being the only moment that his eyes meet yours makes you immediately obey. “Good girl.” His large hand brushes over your hair, stroking you softly. 
Your eyes flutter shut, loving the feeling of him being gentle. You feel a familiar fabric wrap loosely around your neck. As you glance down you take notice of his tie. You tilt your head to the side in confusion. 
“Come.” He pulls you in by the tie, tightening it all the while guiding you to sit on the floor between his legs. Your hands rest on his muscular thighs as you look up at him, already diving into subspace and awaiting his next command. 

Nanami gently grips your chin, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. He didn’t even need to use his words and you already knew what he wanted. Wasting no time, you reach up to undo his belt. Pictures of the night before where he used it to tie your hands together flash in your mind. 
He’s already hard. This must be why he called you in so urgently. You know all too well how much he hates wasting time, so you promptly follow the usual procedure. 

Nanami has always been good at keeping a poker face. If not for his heavy breathing, you wouldn’t even know that he was enjoying himself. From just a minute your throat already hurts, suppose that’s from his almost unbelievable size. But then again, from the first encounter with him you knew he would be packing. 
He wraps the tie around his fist and pulls you up closer, slightly choking you to tighten the space in your throat. As he runs a hand loosely through his hair, you notice the veins on his hands coming to surface. God how they were so pretty. Especially when he’d wrap his hand around your neck. 
“That’s a good girl.” Nanami praises. His voice still low but evidently breathy. You loved seeing the effect you had on him, it was so hypnotising to see such a prideful man abandon his image and give himself over to pleasure. 

By the way the muscles in his thighs started tensing you knew he was getting close. You suck your cheeks in more and take him deeper, trying to please him as best as possible. 
The faint sound of footsteps down the hallway makes you freeze. Sure, if anyone walked in they wouldn’t be able to see you with the desk covering the front. Yet you still panic ever so slightly.
Nanami’s breath hitches at the loss. “Don’t stop no matter what.” He instructs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 
You nod and carry on, trying to ignore the footsteps growing closer towards the room. Unsurprisingly, you hear the door swing open.

“Nanamiiiiiiii~” A cheery voice rings through the room. Your eyes widen at the sound. You look up to Nanami who keeps a straight face all the while choking you more. “Always working, boring!” The voice beams. 
“Better than someone who doesn’t work at all.” Nanami replies sternly, his voice having a slight shake to it. “What do you want?”
You try your best to tune them out, focusing on the task you were appointed with. Nanami drops his grip on the tie and holds your head down, forcing you to deepthroat his cock. You can’t breathe, you feel the urge to pull back but a warm feeling spills into your throat. 
Once swallowing you pull away and cough, trying to get back the air that was taken. Once realising what you’d done, you slap your hand to your mouth and look up at Nanami, expecting him to be angry.
Yet… he grimaces. 

“Oh, I see~” The voice titters, stepping closer towards the desk. Your face flushes to a bright red.
Nanami scoots back and looks down at you. “Come on out of there.” 
Hesitantly, you stand. Unable to even turn around and look at the other person in the room. Nanami guides you to sit down onto his desk. Your eyes peer over to the glass cabinet in the corner of the room that’s reflection just barely made out the image of him. Gojo Satoru.
You can’t even bring yourself to look at Nanami, you simply keep your head down. 
“So that’s what you were doing.” Gojo snickers whilst stepping towards the desk. “And here I thought you were just a workaholic.”
Nanami rolls his eyes while one of his hands traces circles on your thigh. “She can be a piece of work at times.” He teases, referring to the times you’d disobey his orders or act bratty. “Not today though. She’s been good.” His soft praise makes your eyes glaze over in submission, that was all it really took with him. 
“How interesting!” Gojo’s surprisingly cold fingertips gently trail against the back of your neck. “Perhaps you’d let your most dearest friend take her for a test drive.” You could just sense that idiotic smile even without looking at him.
“By all means. But she only listens to me, good luck.” Nanami leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, watching the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.
Gojo taps his chin in thought. “Then maybe you could give me a little head start. It’s only fair.” 

Nanami cocks an eyebrow before staring intensely into your eyes. “Present.” 
His tone vibrates throughout your body. Before you even know it, you’re spreading your legs on the desk and flashing him your already soaked panties underneath your skirt. 
He smiles ever so slightly and shakes his head. “Not to me. Him.” Nanami motions his head towards Gojo’s direction. You can’t help but feel a mixture of arousal and embarrassment stirring inside you. 
You spin your body around and present yourself to the white haired man. Never in your life had you done something like this. 
Gojo grins widely. “What a pretty sight!” He grazes one of his fingers against the thin fabric of your underwear, causing you to jolt. “And already wet, how lovely.”
He presses his finger slightly harder, right against your clit. You whine and grip the desk in anticipation. 

Gojo taps two of his fingers against your bottom lip. “Suck for me darl~” His tone just as playful as ever. 
Hesitantly, you part your lips and allow him to place them in your mouth. Your tongue laps around his fingers, coating them in your saliva. You had craved to have your lips around something else of his but fingers would have to do for now. 
He pulls his hand away and pushes your panties to the side. Following no hesitation, Gojo pushes a finger inside. You gasp at the feeling of his cold and thin finger now grazing against your g-spot that he found with such ease. You whine as he inserts yet another finger. You tighten around him. 

Nanami’s hands snake onto your hips, the familiar warmth from his fingers seeps into your skin along with the graze of calluses. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, panting against the stimulation. Nanami appears completely unbothered by the scene unravelling before him, yet you know that he’s just aching to touch you. 
The knot in your stomach tightens to an almost burning point. Your legs wrap around Gojo’s waist, pulling him in closer. You want this release.
No. You need this release. Your body screams at you to let go, yet you don’t allow yourself. You fight back against the feeling that overwhelms every single nerve in your body. 
Over and over, you reject yourself the chance of an orgasm. You’ve been trained too well to accept the opportunity. Gojo seems rather confused but still amused at your flustered face, admiring your lustful expression. 
Once Nanami realises what’s happening, he smirks. “Hard to make her come, right?” He asks, trailing his fingers along your stomach. So close yet so far. 
”Admittedly, yes.” Gojo chuckles to himself. “Never had this issue before. I can feel her getting close but then it disappears.” He tilts his head to the side as if to try and figure out what was going on.
Nanami lays soft pecks on your neck sending tingles through your body. “She doesn’t come unless given permission. Such a good girl.” He whispers the latter into your ear. The sound of his praise just adding to your wetness.

“Please-” You whine, looking back at him with a delicious desperation to your eyes. 
Nanami kisses your temple and shakes his head. “Not me. I don’t have my fingers inside you right now.” 
Despite knowing exactly what was going on, you still blush at his dirty words. You turn to Gojo who smiles widely. “Can I please–” Your back arches off of Nanami as Gojo curls his fingers inside you, hitting another sweet spot. “I need it! Please!” Your soft whines soon turning to begging once you feel the build-up come rushing back. 
Gojo speeds up his fingers, watching the water spring to your eyes. “You can come.” Upon the discovery that it took just a mere 3 words to send you over the edge, Gojo marvelled in the power that he held. Your legs shake violently through the orgasm that felt twice as powerful all because of the edging. 

Nanami moves away from you and joins Gojo on the other side of the desk, admiring the mess made of you. “Not bad. But it’s much better when she begs for me.” He gloats, shrugging his shoulders. You can barely focus on the words that they’re saying, all you can do is ride out the shaking.
“By all means, show me.” Gojo motions for him to show how its done. A challenge easily accepted. 
Nanami steps forward and lifts you up off the desk. You can barely stand with your trembling legs. “Tell me, who do you want?” He asks. You can’t tear your eyes away from his, so hypnotising.
“You! Please Nanami- please fuck me! I want you!”
Your words make him grin. “Knees.” Immediately, you drop down wasting no time. His zipper is still down which makes it so much easier. You pull his underwear down just enough to slip his cock out. In a second, it’s sliding down your throat. Deep, deep down just the way he likes it. Nanami throws his head back, encouraging you to keep going. 
Nanami looks down at you, chest heaving and flushed face. “It’s not just me here.” His head jerks toward Gojo. You pull Gojo in by the hem of his shirt and briefly pull away from Nanami. 
Gojo assists in pulling down his pants, letting his cock spring free. With saliva already dripping around your mouth, you run your lips up his length, guiding your tongue to follow. One hand wraps around Nanami, pumping him while you suck off Gojo. 
Nanami’s hand tangles into your hair, telling you it’s his turn again. Over and over you swap between the two until they both reach their limit. You sit with your hands on the floor between your legs and stick out your tongue. The two of them stroke themselves, aiming for your throat as they finish around the same time. Their cum lands not only in your mouth but also on your cheek and partially in your hair. 

They watch as you wipe your cheek and lick your fingertips clean. Nanami throws his head to the side almost seeming frustrated before lifting you up off the floor by your wrists. He grips your chin between his fingers. Your eyes linger towards Gojo who simply watches with a smug smile while slowly rubbing himself. 
Before you even know it, you’re pinned to the desk from behind. You push back against his crotch, feeling the hardness between your bare ass. With a slight grunt, Nanami thrusts himself inside of you. Despite being so wet, it hurts like crazy, your hole being stretched and insides pounded. You had been craving this for so long.  
Gojo makes his way to the other side of the desk and sits down on the chair, watching your face as you’re completely ruined. Your tongue falls from your mouth as you pant. Gojo takes it as an opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth while he continues to stroke himself. Instinctively, you start sucking which seems to make him laugh a little. 
”Want it that bad?” He asks, leaning forward. Your eyes glue to his cock that leans against his toned abdomen. You nod and whimper, unable to use your words. 
Nanami angles himself to abuse your sweet spot. You lurch forward and yelp with tears in your eyes. Gojo stands from the seat and steps closer toward you. One hand gripping your hair, the other steadying his cock.  

You stick out your tongue and lick at the tip that still has remnants of his cum. He pushes himself inside your mouth once again, reaching the very back of your throat. It only makes the tears trapped in your eyes fall down your cheeks. He thrusts his hips forward, never giving you the chance to do it yourself.
Nanami’s hands almost bruise your hips from the force. Every snap of his hips makes your whine. If it weren’t for a full mouth, you’d be screaming out. 
“Aww she’s so cute, getting her holes stuffed.” Gojo cooes while still fucking your face. “She’s even crying.” He wipes a tear from your cheek and licks it from his finger. 
Nanami groans and speeds up. “That’s because she’s pathetic. Clamping down on me like this.” His hand swiftly makes contact with your ass, sending a stinging sensation through your body.
You choke back on Gojo, saliva dripping down your chin and landing on the desk. You look up at him with teary eyes, his head is tilted back while he absorbs all the pleasure. He glances down at you and smiles. “So pretty.”

With the spots Nanami keeps hitting, it doesn’t take long for an orgasm to come creeping up on you. You tap against Gojo’s thighs, telling him to pull away. “Please- m’gonna come- please–” You beg almost breathlessly. 
Nanami tuts and thrusts harder. “Not yet.” He demands. Your mind becomes clouded, you try your best to not let the build-up happen but it all feels too good. Your entire body tightens up at the burning feeling that fills between your hips. 
Nanami feels your tighten against him with your legs slightly trembling. He pulls you in towards him by your hair. “Don’t you dare.” He growls. 
Just the sound of his voice is enough to send you reeling. You cry out with a broken voice as your body convulses through your orgasm. As Nanami pulls out, you fall to the floor. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to–!” You whimper while crawling towards him. 
Nanami shakes his head. “You know what this means don’t you.” He crouches down to your level and brushes his hand gently through your hair. 

The wood of the desk feels cold against your now bare back. All of your clothes are scattered across the room. Your hips ache as Gojo thrusts inside of you. Nanami sits in his desk chair, stroking himself and moaning your name. You whine and beg for him to let you touch him but he simply ignores your very existence. Your hands remain trapped in Gojo’s clutch, you can’t even reach out to him. All you can do is watch him as you’re fucked by another man.

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You don’t know how many times Gojo had edged you, but it’s enough to have you aching and sobbing for a release. Streaks from your tears stain your cheeks and leave a salty taste on your lips. 
Gojo tilts his head to the side, looking at you like you’re a helpless puppy. “You wanna come that bad?” He asks. You nod your head while choking back on tears. He looks towards Nanami who sits with a pleased smile. “Our turn first.”
Gojo picks up his speed, your insides already feeling bruised enough without his aggressive movements. You whine at the mixture of pain and pleasure. One look is all it takes for you to tell that Nanami is close. His cheeks flushed to a pretty pink that he refuses to ever acknowledge. 
As he approaches his climax, Nanami stands and shoves himself into your mouth before filling it completely with him cum. His hand covers both your mouth and nose as he pulls away, cutting off your air. “You’d better swallow.”
He watches as you let the cum fall down your throat, the salty taste fills your mouth. 
With few final thrusts, Gojo pulls out quickly and paints your body with his own cum, covering you with the white liquid. Your chest heaves as you look up at Nanami expectantly. He rolls his eyes with a slight smile and heads over to stand between your legs. 
You sit up and watch the two of them as they glance at each other with a sort of deviant look to their eyes. Not a single word is uttered, yet they both seem to know exactly what to do.

Gojo’s fingers trail to your clit while Nanami pushes two of his own inside of you. You gasp at the sensation and throw your head back. All the edging had made you especially sensitive to touch. 
With both of their hands working at the same time, it hardly takes any time to get you back to the build-up that you had been deprived of so many times. Your eyes flutter shut as you whimper. The very tipping point being Nanami mumbling a ‘good girl’ under his breath. 
You lean your hand against Nanami’s shoulder, your legs try to close but they force them open, not letting you cover up. Electricity shoots through your body as you tremble and fall back against the desk. The two of them pull their hands away from you and wait for you to sit back up. 

Nanami gathers your clothes and helps you put them back on while whispering soft praises that make you blush. He kisses you on the forehead and carries you over to the small sofa in the corner of the room where he sets you down on his lap, holding you close. 
Gojo cleans himself up and approaches the two of you, kneeling down and looking at you as your closed eyes make your eyelashes fan against your cheeks. “Pretty good test drive.” He jokes. You snicker a little and bury your face in Nanami’s chest, inhaling his comforting scent. “Might come back every now and then to check on your ‘work’.” Gojo smiles before standing up and heading towards the door. 
Nanami rolls his eyes and traces small circles on your cheeks, providing you with a sense of safety.  If there was one thing he never failed to be amazing at, it was definitely aftercare.
You peer up at him. He looks down and plants another kiss on your forehead. “Also don’t think I’ll go easy on you tonight because of this.” He breaks the silence. Your eyes widen as you gulp. “We’re using the rope tonight.” He smirks.
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But fr I want to be spit-roasted by these two I will PAY GOOD MONEY
This post took me so fucking long for literally no reason

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Paring: Sexiest dilf alive x Female Reader 
Characters: Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro
Rating:NSFW
Content: cheating, degradation, manhandling, dacryphilia, humiliation, dumbification, overstimulation, breeding kink

STOP
THE WAY I DESPERATELY WANT TOJI TO OBLITERATE ME IS UNHEALTHY.
LIKE I CAN COOK AND CLEAN BITCH WHATEVER YOU WANT SIR

THIS MAN IS A LITERAL DILF
Also just want to clear up, in this post Megumi is 18. NOT TO DO SEXUAL THINGS! I want to be perfectly clear with that. I haven’t aged him up to involve him in explicit activity, it is purely so the plot makes sense.

“Are you sure your dad will like me?” You bite at your thumbnail, clutching the arm of your long-term boyfriend. 
Megumi slightly chuckles and looks over to you. “Doesn’t matter anyway, I don’t care for him. You’re just meeting him so he’ll get off my back.” 
Say what you want but at least he’s honest. You nod with a slight frown, remembering the stories of the half-assed parent that Megumi paid no mind to. 

With a few steps up towards a flat, you feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach. Megumi squeezes your hand and offers a warm smile. Oh how he knows you too well. 
Following few knocks, heavy footsteps echo from inside the flat. You instinctively chew the inside of your cheek.
The door swings open revealing a tall, muscular man with jet black hair and piercing green eyes. The spitting image of Megumi himself. You attempt to swallow down the lump in your throat as the man leans against the door frame. 
Some part of you deep down acknowledges his good looks all the while you shame yourself for even thinking such a thing.
“So this is the girlfriend.” He grins, looking down at you. You swear his eyes could burn a hole right through you. 
“Gonna let us in, Toji?” Megumi asks with a raised eyebrow.
The tall man steps aside, granting the two of you entrance. “First name huh?” He snickers as you hesitantly walk inside.

The interior is rather nice, nothing you really expected. Megumi helps guide you towards the dining room where dinner was just about ready to be served. 
Toji struts past into the kitchen. The faint aroma of smoke and mint lingering in the air that he walks through. Such clashing smells that seemed to work so well with his natural musk. 
“Oh um would you like any help?” You offer, poking your head around the corner into the kitchen.
Toji looks back at you and smirks. “Better manners than my son, no wonder he likes you.”
Megumi wraps his arm around your waist and glares at his father. “She’d help anyone without a second thought.” He glances over to you. “Let him do it, okay? Go sit down.” Megumi plants a kiss on your forehead and directs you back to the dining room. 
You scrunch your nose at the thought of leaving Toji to do all the work. Already knowing this, Megumi heads back into the kitchen to assist. 

Your ears prick up to the sound of muffled speaking in the kitchen before Megumi promptly walks out of the room. “I’m so sorry, Yuji that moron just called me. He needs me to go into town and help him with something.” 
You blink a few times in slight shock before finally answering. “I hope everything’s okay! Do you want me to come with?”
Megumi swiftly kisses you on the cheek. “Stay here and eat, I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m sorry for leaving you here with him.” He whispers the last sentence before heading towards the front door. 
You sigh to yourself and rub your temples. Megumi was always one to keep you out of way of danger. Sure, it’s sweet. But you have your abilities for a reason. 
Caught up in your own head, you hardly even notice Toji come up behind you. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine.”
You jump at the sudden sound of his voice. Cold flashes running through your body. “Yeah, just wish he would ask for help every once in a while. I can be useful.” You half joke. 

“I heard you had some special abilities.” Toji calls out as he heads back to the kitchen. Instinctively, you follow behind the large man. 
“Yeah. You know how some sorcerers have these sorta powers? I somehow ended up with healing.” You smile, immediately taking note of what you needed to do to help. 
“Oh?” Toji asks while passing you a stack of plates. “How does that work?”
You place the delicate ceramics down on the kitchen island. “I have healing properties in my DNA. If someone happens to ingest my blood, saliva or even hair, any injuries will start rapidly healing.” 
Toji pauses his movements, soaking in the information. “Interesting. So Megumi gets injured and you just have to give him a kiss?” 
Your cheeks slightly flush at his question. “Well yes it could work from a kiss.” You clear your throat and dart your eyes away.
Toji grins to himself and carries on preparing for dinner. “How cute. Blushing from being asked about a kiss.” 
You hardly know how to respond. “It’s not something I thought I’d be asked.” You laugh, trying to keep the energy light-hearted. 
“Yeah I’ll give you that.” He laughs back. 
Your eyes trail across his figure. Large chest, broad shoulders, slim waist, sturdy hands. His physique was one you had only every dreamed of. 

“So you say your healing abilities come from DNA, yes?” He asks, turning towards you and leaning against the bench. You nod, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Which would then mean it would come from any sort of liquid produced by your body. Like sweat or tears.” 
You’re not quite sure where he’s going with his statement but something stirs inside you at the mention of your body. 
“Does the amount ingested affect the healing process?” 
So many questions, it makes you wonder. “Actually yes it does. The more of my DNA that someone ingests, the faster the process.” 
Toji smirks and steps closer, practically towering over you. “So say someone were to eat you out. They’d get healed awfully quick.”
Your heart practically stops at his words. Your lips part to say something in response, yet nothing comes out. Your mind becomes completely fogged with lustful thoughts. “I… I suppose you could say that.” You squeak, watching him step further and further towards you. 
“Well isn’t that handy. I happened to burn myself while cooking earlier.” His lips just barely graze past your ear as he slips a hand onto your hip. “Care to help?”
Your mind is screaming at you to say no yet your body completely betrays you. Your knees grow weak while your panties quickly become pooled from his words alone. 

No no no this is so wrong. He’s your boyfriends dad! Even knowing this you still inch closer to his body, desperate to feel his skin against yours. 
Toji chuckles to himself at the feeling of you pressing against him. “Gonna need an answer. I’m not touching you until you give me your consent.”
Such simple words yet they still send chills down your spine. You find yourself instinctively bobbing your head in agreement. “Okay…” You mumble. Cheeks already flushed.
“Okay what? Use your words.” The fact that he can say something like that so casually amazes you. His behaviour completely nonchalant as if this were no big deal.
You take a shaky breath. “You can touch me.”
And there it was. The line that neither of you would cross with complete certainty, it disappeared into thin air. Toji picks you with an unnerving ease and sets you down on the kitchen island. His eyes have a certain… hunger to them. 

You hardly have enough time to react before your bottoms are stripped off, exposing yourself to him. Your eyes widen in slight embarrassment as you close your legs. 
Effort wasted, Toji simply pushes them back open. “Don’t make it hard for me, Princess.” As if you even could, his strength outweighed you on a magnificent scale. You could hardly push your legs back against his muscular arms keeping them open. 
As he lowers himself down, you can’t help but watch. Almost as if you were hypnotised by his movements. You chew on the inside of you cheek, knowing what’s about to happen. 
His strikingly cold tongue laps up against your skin. You cringe at the sound of your wetness, god how pathetic you felt for getting so worked up. Especially by this man. 

Toji pays extra close attention to your clit that had been throbbing for attention as soon as you found yourself alone with him. You feel his cheeks pull his mouth into smile against your thighs. “How can you be this wet already? Or were you hoping for this the whole time?” He snickers, knowing exactly why. 
Before answering his question, he sticks his tongue inside of you, nuzzling his nose against your clit to pleasure you in both ways. You arch your back and gasp loudly, your hands gripping his hair desperately. “Please~” You whine breathily. 
Toji doesn’t reply, he just lets out a groan of approval and continues devouring you like the last meal he’ll ever get. His skilled tongue bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm. Your toes curl as you try and hold back, not wanting to finish so early.
He pulls away and bites at your inner thigh, leaving deep teeth marks. You yelp and look down into his eyes. “Don’t you dare hold back.” He narrows his eyes with a slick smile, knowing exactly what you were planning.
You whimper and buck your hips forward in seek of the pleasure that he had taken away. 

Wasting no time, he returns his tongue. This time focusing solely on your clit, flicking ferociously and moaning in the process. He seemed to be enjoying it just as much as you were. 
You grip the strands of hair between your fingers tighter, trying to tell him to keep going. Toji very clearly got the message and sped up. Your eyes squeeze shut as your entire body tenses up. You bite your lip through the build up, trying to make as little noise as possible. 
Hardly made any difference. As you approach your orgasm, you let out a shrill whine. One that you had never heard yourself make in your entire life. 

Even after coming, Toji doesn’t stop. You try to close your legs but fighting back against his strength is basically impossible.
“Wait! Toji please!” You beg as your body trembles, barely able to contain itself at the stimulation. “I just came-!” 
He licks up all of the juices that spill out of your hole. Unable to control himself after having just the slightest taste of you. “Sorry–” He chuckles and releases his grip on you. “Went a bit feral there.” Toji jokes while standing to his feet and picking you back up.
He wraps your legs around his waist and carries you to the dining room. “Wait what are you doing?” You ask, gripping on to him tightly. 
“Did you think we were done, Princess?” 

He doesn’t even let your feet touch the ground once as he puts you down onto the freshly set table. You turn your head to look at the front door just a few meters away.
Toji grips your chin and forces you to look at him. “Don’t worry, he’ll be gone for ages.” The brief mention of your boyfriend makes your stomach churn. Your mind conflicted between scolding you and begging you to continue. 
He guides your hand to reach between his legs. You feel something hard and thick under the fabric of his pants, it makes your breath hitch. 
“Think you can handle it?” He asks, helping you rub up and down the entire length. May as well be a third leg at this point. 
You gulp loudly, very clearly nervous. “It won’t- won’t fit.” You squeak.
Toji grins and licks his lips. “You scared?”
Without a second thought, you nod. Eyes latched on to the sight of his cock pressing against his pants. It looked almost painfully hard. 
“You should be scared.” He whispers, tugging the fabric down and exposing himself as clear as day. “Let me show you something.” He pushes you to lay flat on the table. 
Toji lines himself up and lays his cock on top of your skin, as if you were looking at it from the inside. “If I were to put it all the way in, it would touch your stomach.” 
You look down at where his cock ends. God did it scare the shit out of you. “That’ll tear me apart!” You gasp, covering your mouth in shock. 
He laughs a little before looking up at you. “Maybe. Let’s find out.”

Toji barely pushes all of the tip in before you feel your hole stretching against him. Even with your wetness acting as a lubricant, it doesn’t seem to help at all. You wince and cover your watering eyes. 
He slips his hand onto your wrists and pins them effortlessly above your head. “I know it hurts, I know. I’ll make you feel real good soon, okay?” His cheeks have a tint of red to them. Unaware as to why, it slightly soothes your pain to see him enjoying himself.
As he pushes further in, your hips tremble at the pain. “Hurts! Toji!” You whine with tears trickling down your cheeks. 
“Almost in completely, just a little more.” He reassures breathily. Toji tilts his head to the side and looks at you, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re a precious little virgin. Letting her boyfriend’s dad fuck her tight little hole. How taboo.”
“Shut up-!” He cuts off your rebuttal by snapping his hips, bottoming out inside of you. You cry out in agony, that burning feeling filling your stomach. As you look down, you can see the bulge of his cock from inside of you. 
Toji takes a moment to catch his breath. “Fuck and you only get tighter.” It all seems rather entertaining to him as his smile never fades.

“Please-” You sob. Toji releases his grip on your wrist and lets you clutch onto his body. “Please Toji, it hurts.”
He brushes your hair back and pulls you in closer, supporting your aching hips with his strong arms. “Shh it’s okay, you’ll adjust.” 
He may be the most confusing man you’ve ever encountered. Harsh one minute and then gentle the next. You nod slowly and bury your face in his shoulder. 
Toji just barely moves his hips, allowing you to get used to the feeling.
Once you fully adjust to him, he settles at a leisurely pace. “Better?” He asks, laying you back down onto the table. 
You can’t quite bring yourself to say any words. That feeling of pain slowly starts to drift but the pressure between your hips seems to stay constant. The feeling of him completely filling you up is something so foreign yet so pleasing. 
Your head tilts back against the wooden table, quiet moans slip from your lips. 
“I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes’.” Toji smirks.

His speed picks up after every few moments. It still hurts but definitely not as much as it did before. You grip his wrists as his arms hold your legs open once again. Every thrust encouraging you to get louder. You can’t help but work with him, circling your hips and pushing against his torso. 
Toji presses his forehead to yours and thrusts up hard inside of you. “Such a pretty girl, hm? How about you beg for me to fuck you better than anyone that’ll touch your slutty hole.” Such malicious words yet ones that just add to your wetness.
“Please Toji-!” You whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please fuck me. I want you so bad!” You hardly believe the words that come tumbling from your mouth. 
Yet, they seemed to do the trick. Toji growls lowly to himself before picking up the pace. Snapping his hips hard against your body and bruising your insides. 
The sound of your moans and slaps from your skin fill the room. Typically, it’d embarrass you. But in this moment your mind is stuck on one thing. Toji Fushiguro.

Your eyes glaze over while Toji continues brutally fucking you. It barely takes a whole second for him to notice. “Gone dumb? Already?” He chuckles. “How pathetic.”
You mumble incoherently and gasp for air. Never in your life had you felt so good. All you can focus on is the full feeling in your stomach. In fact, you couldn’t even recall when you lost your shirt. Only noticing when you feel his lips wrap around one of your nipples and soft bites from his teeth.
“Toji~ gonna- gonna come.” You keen, barely able to form a full sentence. 
In a movement almost effortlessly, he flips you over with your legs hanging off the table.
One hand pulling your hair, the other gripping your hip with a force that left bruises. Your tongue falls from your mouth, dripping saliva onto the table.
You second orgasm comes approaching fast in this new position. The way Toji angles himself to brush right against your sweet spot sends you aching for release.
”Be a good little cum dump and let me fill you up.” He smirks, leaning in closer to your ear and biting down onto your neck. “I’ll get you fucking pregnant, Princess. You’d love that hm?” His hand comes down harshly onto your ass, leaving a bright red handprint. “Love to be filled with my cum. So full that it spills out onto your thighs.” 
His words making you disgustingly desperate for him. You continue pushing back against him, hoping for the outcome he described.
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Megumi would be back soon, you know that. So why is it that you can’t stop. Being in this position, riding him while he sits in one of the chairs, you simply moan at the very sight of him.
Your legs covered in hickies and bite marks ache along with your movements yet you still can’t stop.
Who knows how many times you’ve come at this point. as many as it takes for you to briefly pass out. When you had awoken, you were still being pounded on top of the table.
Toji leans his head back, adam’s apple bobbing along as he moans in approval. “That’s it- just like that.” He praises, his hands resting on your hips and helping you bounce. 
You blink slowly, vision slightly blurry from exhaustion. “Tired…” You babble while trying to keep a steady speed. 
Toji snickers to himself and brushes the hair out of your eyes. “Okay, Princess. Stop moving.” You do as he says and pause your movements, unknowing as to why. With no warning, Toji thrusts up, using his hands to move your hips up and down. You almost fall off of him. 

Ignoring your whines, he continues jackhammering up into you, chasing his orgasm. You figure you may as well help him get there even though you can’t move. “Please fill me~” You whimper into his ear. “I want your cum inside of me. Don’t let me leave feeling empty.” 
It was definitely working. Toji seemed to lose his breath hearing you say those words. Suppose it was a payback in some sort of way. His fingers dig into your hips as he starts his own orgasm. 
The hot white liquid splashes against your insides, sticking to your walls and filling you as promised. 
Still inside, Toji stands and carries you back over to the table. Once he pulls out, your hole leeks his cum out onto to surface. You wipe your hand over the mess and lick your fingers clean. 
Even after cumming so much, Toji still remains as hard as a rock. “Fuck don’t do that.” He chuckles slightly. “Makes me want to go again.”
You smile to yourself and lay back against the table, unable to feel the bottom half of your body. “In your dreams.” You feel Toji slipping your clothes back on, quite considerate after destroying your legs. 
“Welcome to the family.” He grins before heading into the kitchen. 
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I LOVE MYSELF. I LOVE MYSELF SO MUCH. I CAN WRITE MY OWN PORN JHKGUYFT

It is un-fucking-healthy how O_O I was writing this. LIKE SIR- Toji is a weakness and for him I am nothing but holes.

toji bein mean, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he fucks you. every thrust pushing you passed your limit as he threatens to fuck into your cervix. he knows it hurts, knows your tears are genuine but god do you look pretty taking it so deep. he’d be so relentless, pushing your hips higher and higher, slurring mixes of praises and degradation. “my pretty whore, s'too much?” his tone teasing and condescending. even when you pout your puffy lips and nod your head, toji would just laugh. “too bad baby- daddy’s not done.” he eats up the look on your face, too blissed out to fight him off.

Premise:Toji is trying to redeem himself, but he continues to make mistakes along the way. Meanwhile, Yuuji is proving to be a wonderful potential partner… Especially how caring he already is with Megumi.

TW: None, it’s pretty much just fluff

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Chapter 3 -> MasterPost

The next morning you woke up to see the bed was empty behind you. Of course. What else should you have expected? After throwing out the pillow from underneath you, you pulled the covers over your head and curled into a ball. Your mind started wandering, wondering when he left in the night. Fuck the door! You got up, running around the bed to slip on your robe before rushing to open the door. You halted right at the doorway of your bedroom, holding onto the door frame to keep yourself from falling over. “Megumi!” You shouted, startled as you watched him hold his hands up to cover his face. When he realized you weren’t going to topple over him, he lowered his chubby arms. 

“Daddy made breakfast.” He stated, but all you could do was part your lips and blink. He headed down stairs, his short legs sliding down the steep steps, ruffling his little uniform. 

“Daddy’s here?” You asked while looking over the railing, gripping onto it as Megumi looked up at you from the bottom of the steps. All he did was nod. Your tense shoulders slumped, only tensing again when Toji came out from the living area. 

“It’s all served if you’re hungry.” He spoke with a blank expression. He held the frame of the cased opening with his hand, tilting forward and bending his head while looking at you with a smirk. While smoothing over your robe, you grumbled in anger only to hear him chuckle. “I made Megumi’s favorite.” He informed as you walked down the steps you looked on the table to see rice served with omelets, one with a streak of ketchup while the other two had hearts. 

“One of his favorites… He eats and loves curry now.” You corrected with a bit of a smug smile. He clicked his tongue while sitting at the seat with the omelet with the ketchup streak. Instead of sitting at the table with them, you headed into the kitchen. 

“Hey! What are you doing, the food will get cold.” Toji called out over the sound of eating. 

“I’m making Megumi’s lunch. I usually eat after I take him.” You explained while pouring water into the kettle. 

“Can’t you just… I don’t know… Pick up something for him along the way?” He grumbled while you took out the white and brown rice left overs. 

“I’m already ostracized enough as it is by the other mothers, thank you.” You scoffed while combining both rice to form the outline of a Shiba Inu. “Besides… Gumi loves them… And it gets him to eat more.” You explained while cutting out the shapes to finish the dog chara-ben. Pulling out his bento box from the drying rack, you placed the riceball carefully inside. Next you took the boiling water and placed part of it inside a pot to quickly run and add an egg to it. Using the rest of the water, you placed a green tea and apricot bag inside your mug, letting it steep as you pulled out a frying pan to also place on heat. After adding some oil, you took out the tea bag, hissing at the heat from touching the water with your hands. Pulling out a hotdog, you cut it in half to then slice the ends in fours, tossing them in the frying pan to brown. Taking a quick sip of the tea, you went back to the fridge to pull out some edamame that you began to open, placing the innards off in a corner of the bento. Grabbing the pot of boiling water, you pour it out while grabbing some chopsticks to keep the egg in the pot, then opening the tap to pour in cold water. With those same chopsticks, you pulled off the little octopus hotdogs and placed them aside to cool after turning off the heat for both sections on the stove. Letting the tap water still run, you started to peel the shell off of the egg, leaving it in the pot for now. 

“Eat.” Without realizing it, Toji had come into the kitchen. He was holding out a bite of your food for you to take while also standing in the way of the little kitchen area there was to prep food. After taking a bite, you squeezed between him and the counter, pulling out a knife to slice the to slice the egg. The omelet Toji made was still warm in your mouth. There was a creamy richness to it, complimented with the acidity and sweetness from the ketchup. He placed another bite into your mouth before you could worry about the next thing to do, but he moved out of the way once you got back to it. Using some of the residual nori bits, you made a smiley face to place on each half of the egg before placing it into the bento. Then you proceeded to do the same with the hot dog octopi. Placing the left over rice back into the fridge, you pulled out a couple of grape sized tomatoes to place into the bento as well. Lastly, you grabbed an orange. While you were peeling it, Toji placed another bite of the omelet and rice into your mouth. As he waited for you, he placed his hand on the small of your back. “How is it?” He wondered as you placed half of the orange slices into the remaining space of the bento. 

“It’s good.” You murmured while placing the pokemon cover on the bento box. 

“Go get dressed. I’ll clean up before I leave.” He spoke before placing a kiss onto your cheek. After blinking a few times at him, you grabbed your cup of tea and started to walk out of the kitchen. “Wait.” He ordered, so you sighed and turned around. Placing down the plate with the omelet, he neared you. His hand went to your chin, tilting your face upwards to place a tender kiss on your lips. For the first time in well over a year, he took your breath away. You stumbled back when he pulled away, spilling a bit of the tea on the tile. “I’ll get that.” He chuckled, and once you came back to, you headed upstairs to put on some clothes. 

You were deciding between tops to wear when you heard someone knocking on the door downstairs. Instead you slid your robe back on, covering your breasts, and tying the sash shut before heading down stairs. Already annoyed at Toji forgetting the keys, you were taken aback when you saw Yuuji standing in the doorway with his hands shoved in his pockets. “Oh… Hi… Is there something I can help you with?” You wondered while clutching your robe shut at your chest. 

“Yeah… Sorry… I think I left my wallet here?” His eyes hovered over your form, his cheeks turning pink when he stopped to admire your legs. 

“Oh! Ok, you’re welcome to come in and look. If you did, it’s likely somewhere in or on the couch.” You suggested while opening the door further for him to come inside. He walked in, taking off his shoes at the entrance. 

“Ita sensei!” Megumi ran up behind him, hugging both his calves while holding them together. The squeezing of his arms caused Yuuji to lose balance, about to fall forward and gripping onto the doorframe. 

“Gumibear! Please let him come in first.” You chuckled. 

“Sorry.” Megumi let go and took a few steps back before Yuuji regained his footing. Yuuji walked into the entrance and slipped off his shoes as you closed the door. 

“Gumi, go grab your things, ok? Pack your backpack.” You ordered, only to have him pout with his little arms crossed. “Gumi…” You repeated sternly, watching him roll his eyes at you before crawling back up the steep steps. The little boy made you scoff and shake your head, another bad habit picked up by his father. You’d have to talk to him about that later. When you turned back around, you noticed Yuuji was no longer there. Upon walking into the living room, you find him with his arm deep into your couch. 

“Got it!” He chimed while pulling out the wallet from the cushions triumphantly. His smile was so bright, it felt like it had it’s own warmth to it. 

“Glad you did.” You shared a smile with him. “Look, I want to apologize about yesterday… My ex is just… Terrible…” You trailed off with a sigh while readjusting your robe. “Most of the time anyways…” 

“Didn’t you also say that you weren’t together anymore?” He asked, the question making the blood drain from your face. 

“We aren’t…” You reiterated before pursing your lips. 

“I…heardthings…” He leaned in and whispered. With a sigh, you took a couple steps closer and placed your hand onto his cheek. 

“Weare separated. Before yesterday Toji hadn’t touched me since he moved out… Which was nearly a year ago now. I told him I needed space from him… To figure things out. I warned you yesterday things would be complicated, and if you aren’t interested then… I understand, but… I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’d like to make it up to you… If you’ll let me.” You offered with a sultry smile, watching as blush coated the apples of his cheeks. His eyes slowly grew wider, you watched his mind processing all of the information you gave him. He took a step back with a bow, only to realize his face was right in front of your chest. With a nervous chuckle, he quickly straightened while scratching the back of his head. 

“Sorry! But there’s no need really!” You couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was while flustered, but it made you wonder what he thought you meant. You folded your arms under your chest and peered at him. 

“I was planning on thanking you by taking you out to dinner… Especially since I was going to take you up on your offer to bring Megumi home for me…” You watched his eyes widen and the blood drain from his face. The normally tan skin was now closer to matching that of your ex-husband. 

“Right! Dinner!” He exclaimed in agreement. “Well, if you’re planning on having me take Megumi back then sure, that’s fine… I’ll take you up on dinner…” He finished with his hands behind his back while rocking on his heels, avoiding looking at you directly in the eyes. “I can even take him to school this morning if you want…” He offered while looking down at his own two feet. You neared him again and tilted his face upwards just enough to look at you. His lips parted, honey colored eyes darting between the both of yours. 

“Sure, but you’re staying for dinner tonight and I won’t take no for an answer. Thanks to your help I might actually make this deadline.” You demanded, feeling him tug on your hand as he nodded. Turning his face away a bit, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You could feel one of Megumi’s hands on your calf with the other tugging at the hem of your robe. Without hesitation you squatted in front of Megumi so you were closer to his eye level. “What is it Gumibear?” 

“Why you kiss sensei?” He wondered, already wearing his uniform and backpack. 

“Sometimes, when you want to say thank you to someone you like, you give them a kiss on the cheek.” You explained with a smile, smoothing over his eternally messy mane. “Does that make sense?” You questioned while thumbing his small cheek. After he nodded you patted his head a couple of times. “Did you remember to pack your bento?” You reminded, watching his eyes grow big before running off to the kitchen. After straightening, Yuuji immediately looked away like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “What’s wrong?” You chuckled at his flustered reaction.

“Well… It’s just… You’re good with him… Those other mothers that shame you…” He started to shift into a more serious tone, his brows furrowing as he looked away for a moment while placing his thoughts. “They seem more preoccupied with the status amongst each other rather than what their child actually wants and needs… But you…” He looked back up at you, staring deeply into your eyes. “Everything you do is because its what he likes. Like with the bentos!” He started to grow a little more at ease as he smiled brightly. “A lot of them will trade the chara-bens with each other, but Megumi never will trade his. He loves the ones you make for him.” Your heart swelled with joy at his kind words, the thought of your son appreciating how much effort you put in making you a bit teary eyed. 

“Thank you for telling me.” You chuckled. “But he also checks his bento every morning and lets me know if there’s something he doesn’t like in it.” You pursed your lips while watching Megumi walk over towards you both. “Everything good Gumi?” You hoped while watching him hug your leg. After nodding you let out a small sigh of relief. “Gumibear, Ita sensei is going to walk you to school today, okay?” He looked up at you and gripped onto the hem of your robe. Crouching back down before him, you held his face in your hand. “Mommy really needs to finish her book. She’s almost done, and as soon as she’s done, Mommy is free to spend time with you and take you to the park, and do all of the fun things… Ok?” You hummed, waiting for his answer. With another nod you then cupped your lips to his ear. “Mommy will make your favorite for dinner tonight.” You whispered to then feel him throw his little arms around you. 

“Thank you mommy.” He spoke just as he started to let go. After getting back up, you held both Megumi’s hand and Yuuji’s leading them towards the front door. You let go of both of their hands so they could start to put on their shoes. They both walked out together with you watching them head down the street before returning upstairs to continue your writing. 

The alarm you set to start the curry rang, but you were in a groove… So close to finishing a steamy scene with your hands in your panties. You tapped the snooze button on your phone, trying to finish your scene. It was inspired by what Toji did in front of the door. It was your betrothed fucking you while next to the door because he found out about the affair you’ve been having with your servant. Your servant was just out the door, asking if you were ok, if you needed him… But this was the first time you had gotten any attention from your betrothed. For the first time, in a long time… You let yourself be selfish. This was the premise you wrote and you were keening to it. The alarm went off again and you hit snooze again. You kept this up until you finally finished writing all with you hand in your underwear. Now that you were finished, you let yourself fall back to the floor while rubbing your sensitive bundle in circles. It wasn’t until the alarm went off again that you squeezed your eyes shut. Trying to drown out the noise, you focused on the way Toji fucked you. On the way Yuuji told you that he heard you. Did he get hard hearing you? You rubbed furiously, feeling your muscles tighten as you teetered over the edge. What if he couldn’t help himself? What if he palmed himself a few times on the street, in front of the door? Your body finally spasmed in pleasure with you shrieking in ecstasy. The muscles finally started relax as you rested even with the alarm still ringing. 

After taking a moment to yourself, you got up and rushed downstairs to the kitchen. The phone you held you placed down and started washing your hands. Reaching into the fridge, you pulled out some carrots, cutting them into wedges after washing them. Pulling out the potatoes, you cut them into wedges as well. Lastly, you pulled out an entire onion and diced it into smaller pieces that were easier to hide from Megumi. When you added in the butter, you placed in the onions to brown in the instant pot. Once they grew caramelized you added in water, the premade curry cube, along with the carrots and potatoes. Placing the lid on the instant pot, you set the time before moving to make more rice. Just as you finished setting up the rice, you heard a knock on the door. 

Without even so much as grabbing your phone, you ran to the door to open it to see you beloved son and his pink haired teacher. The bright, smiling young man’s eyes grew wide, cheeks reddening before he looked away. You quickly shut your robe before opening the door more to let them both in. “Sorry about that… And I got distracted with my writing, dinner will be a bit longer.” You watched Megumi take off his shoes without looking at you. “Why don’t you go wash your bento for me, hm?” You ordered while bending over to coo in his ear. He nodded while getting up, taking his backpack with him into the kitchen. 

“There’s actually something I need to talk to you about…” Yuuji spoke, when you looked up to him, his mouth was pushed to the side with one arm across his chest. 

“Ok…” You replied, feeling a little weary as you cross your arms under your chest. 

“So earlier this morning, you explained about the kiss on the cheek… Today after Toge shared the blocks with him… Megumi kissed Toge on the cheek.” Yuuji explained.

“Aww…” You clutched your chest while looking over your shoulder peeking at Megumi in the kitchen. You watched him on the stepstool, reaching over to turn on the sink so he could wash his bento. 

“I’ll admit, it was cute, but-”

“I’m sure it’s nothing. He’ll probably forget about it soon.” You assured him before turning back to see Yuuji holding the same weary expression. 

“I thought the same thing… Except he also kissed Yuuta after Yuuta let Megumi borrow his special pen, and then one after Todo handed Megumi the book from a higher shelf he couldn’t reach.” Yuuji emphasized while your heart couldn’t help but swell with joy while looking back at your son who was drying off his bento.

“He has that many friends?” You questioned with amazement, your eyes starting to feel a little watery. He’s always so quiet around you, and with you being a bit of a social pariah, you always wondered whether he was making friends or not. 

“Yes, but that’s not the point.” Yuuji’s step forward caused you to look back at him, concern spreading on his face. “You’re already having issues with the other mothers… This might make things harder for the both of you.” Yuuji shed a sympathetic smile with him reaching over to rest his hand on your shoulder. 

“I’ll talk to him…” You nodded. The sound of rushed little footsteps was growing near, so you spun around and scooped Megumi off of the floor. “Gumibear! You never told me you have so many friends! Why?” You wondered, only to watch him shrug. His response made you tickle his stomach, the sweet sound of laughter emanating from him. “A shrug! That’s all I get?!” You spoke behind gritted teeth. Still, you smiled wide at his hysterics, the smile bringing you happiness. “Why haven’t you invited any of them over?” You asked after abruptly stopping the tickling. Only he shrugged again, so you tickled him some more, stopping when your arms started to feel heavy. “Well Gumibear, if you ever want to invite any over, you can. If you want to go over to your friend’s house you can. Ok?” You grinned at him, watching him nod with the smallest of smiles on his face before setting him back down. “Now go put away your things and wash up. Dinner will be ready soon.” You urged him before watching him climb back up the stairs. “You can go ahead and take a seat, I’m going to go check on dinner.” You told him while heading off into the kitchen, but you could feel him following you. There was still another 10 minutes left on the curry, but the rice was already done, so you fluffed it before closing the lid back up to keep it warm. When you turned back around to lead in the doorway, Yuuji stood there in the doorway with a boyish smile on his face. “What are you smiling at?” You wondered, watching his eyes widen before he looked down and scratched the back of his head. Pursing your lips and puffing out your chest a bit, you tried to hold back a smile as you watched his cheeks redden. 

“You’re just…” He looked at you from behind his lashes. “You’re really pretty.” He confessed as you neared. Tilting his head up, you smiled at him with your thumb running along his lower lip with your hand still under his chin. 

“And you’re absolutely adorable.” You teased while staring at his lips. The tinge on his cheeks grew darker at your words as you neared. His lips parted as you reached him, sliding your hand onto his face to tug his lower lip with your thumb. 

“Yo-you really think that…?” He stuttered with his eyes darting between yours. 

“Yeah… I do…” I hummed before sliding my hand behind his neck and pulling him into a kiss. His lips were warm and soft against yours. You pulled away quickly once you started to hear the soft thuds of Megumi slipping down each step. Despite that you let your hand linger on his chest, feeling the large pecs underneath his dress shirt. His face was fully flushed, but your let your lips ghost over his for a few more seconds. Just as he tried to lean for another kiss, you took a step back with a smirk to see Megumi holding his switch along with another set of joycons. 

“Ace! Ace!” Megumi shouted and hopped while holding his switch up to Yuuji. 

“Race, Megumi.” You corrected. 

“Can we r-rAce pwease mommy?” Megumi asked this time while waving the extra pair of joycons and tapping your thigh with them. 

“Gumibear, the curry is almost done.” You explained, but seemingly to no avail. 

“Ra-Ace, Ra-Ace!” Megumi whined, stomping his foot on the ground. 

“Alrightone race. And I mean one race, not one tournament. We can play more after dinner.” You reasoned while watching him jump and run off into the living room. You followed after your son who placed the switch in the dock. “Give me first player, I’m serious about just one race.” You huffed while holding out your hand. Megumi handed you the blue joycon before handing off the pastel blue one to Yuuji. You sat on the ground with your back resting against the couch, Megumi pushing his back to your shin so he could sit between your legs with his head resting on your stomach. “Alright Gumibear, what map do you want?”

“Moo Moo!” Megumi chimed, a welcome change from your usually grumpy boy. You chose the map Moo Moo meadows, along with your character of Animal Crossing villager. Megumi chose Luigi now that Toji wasn’t here and Yuuji chose shyguy. All of you raced along Moo Moo meadows, drifting along the turns and quickly making your way to first place. A blue shell was quickly coming up behind you, hitting you as inevitable as it was. 

“Gumi! Was that you?!” You squeaked, hearing him giggle. “You sneaky, sneaky boy.” You growled playfully, listening to Megumi giggle as he passed you in the game. Once you were able to move again, you quickly started speeding up, trying to catch up to your son. Before you could, Yuuji drifted past you around a corner. All three of you were nearing the end, but Yuuji ran into a cow. He was stalled at the back as you just barely beat Megumi for the first place spot. “Gumi, so did so well! You almost beat me!” You sang before peppering his face with kisses with him trying to push you away. With bouts of laughter emanating from him, you snuck both joy cons onto the couch behind you before picking him up and continuing the kisses before placing him down at the dining table. “Alright, wait here Gumibear, mama’s going to go get the food.” 

“I’ll come help.” Yuuji offered, already following you before you could turn him down. Grabbing three plates, you set them out and placed a coupled scoops of rice onto each. Finally you opened the pot, the steam releasing and making the air around you warm. The smell of curry started to waft through the kitchen. After serving up the curry onto each plate, Yuuji started to take the plates back to the table. You poured some Calpis for Megumi after putting on the kettle. 

“Would you like some Calpis, melon soda, tea or water?” You offered to Yuuji once he came back. 

“I’ll have some tea.” He replied, so you opened the cabinet with all the tins with different teas for him before running off with the Calpis for Megumi. After placing it before his plate, you ran back into the kitchen. The kettle had just finished with the water, so you poured a bit of water into the mug. Taking the matcha spoon and dipped in a scoop. Taking the whisk, you frothed the matcha and broke down the clumps before pouring in more water. Finally you pulled out some milk from the fridge and topped off your tea with the milk. Holding it out, you offered some to Yuuji who was steeping the lavender tea. “Oh! Thanks.” He smiled that bright smile that made your heart flutter. That very smile always pulled you in. As he pulled the milk from your hands you walked towards him, letting your thumb run along the apple of his cheek. He turned towards the tea and as he turned away your hand was left with nothing.

“Sorry… I just…” You pursed your lips while taking a step back. His eyes blankly stared after blinking a few times. “Your smile is so bright and cheery. I haven’t seen something like that before. It’s a really nice smile.” You admitted with a smile of your own. The blush crept onto his face, but instead of getting nervous as he had in the past, he smiled that same bright smile again. 

“Thanks!” He spoke with that cheery tone before handing the milk back to you. You smiled to yourself as you put away the milk. Grabbing your drink along with three spoons, you followed Yuuji to the table. After each one of you thanked for the food, you started to dig in. The meat was tender with the curry being nice and creamy. The sweetness of the carrots and onion complimented the kick from the curry nicely, and the heartiness from the potatoes and rice filled you. When you peeked over to Megumi, you noticed some of the curry sauce smeared over his cheeks. 

“Gumibear, hold on for a second.” You spoke after giggling. Taking one of the napkins on the table, you wiped off his face as he fussed. “I know Gumi, but I don’t want you to stain your uniform.” You pouted before pulling away after finishing. Just as you had gathered your next spoonful, there was a knock on the door. “Excuse me.” You mumbled while wondering who could be at the door. Pushing the chair out, you stood up and rushed to the door with heavy steps. Upon opening the door you saw Toji standing on the steps. Just as he was about to enter you push back on his chest. “I told you not to come here without my approval.” You warned while folding your arms under your chest. 

“It’s my house too.” He huffed. 

“It’s my name on the lease.” You scoffed. “Remember? They wouldn’t sell to us with your name on it. Besides, I’ve been the one paying for it anyways.” He clicked his tongue and looked away. The grip on the paper bag he held grew tighter, knuckles turning white. 

“I’m going to start helping!” He barked as you cocked your hip. “Besides….” He held his chin up and looked down on you, him still being taller than you despite being a step higher than he was. “Megumi is my son. I have the right to see him.” 

“You do…” You agreed. “When it’s reasonable… I will let you know when you can spend an entire day with him.” You bargained while switching hips from one side to the other. 

“ I have a job you know!” He pressed his hand on the doorframe, the paper bag swinging with his aggressive movements. 

“I’m well aware.” You muttered while he tried to come in, but you pushed him back again. 

“What? Is he here?! With you dressed like that?!” He boomed. In anger, you held onto his jaw, gripping it tightly. 

“You don’t fucking get to do that to me with as many women as you’ve slept with behind my back.” You grumbled from behind gritted teeth. He clicked his tongue and turned away, breaking free from your hold. 

“I’m trying to do right now.” He mumbled. 

“And you think you just get to decide when things are right? When things are ok now?” You spat. He clicked his tongue again and pulled his arm back. 

“Fine… I’ll leave.” He spoke while turning around. 

“That for Megumi?” You asked while nosing to the bag when he faced you again. 

“Yeah… I saw that weird bird plush from Together with Maman.” Toji shrugged. 

“I’ll get him… You can sit with him out here. Make me the bad guy who won’t let you in if you want…” You reasoned after pursing your lips. He tucked your hair behind your ear, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank you.” He murmured with his lips still on your skin. Without saying anything more, you head back inside. You see Megumi chewing on his food, cheeks stuffed and curry on his chin.His legs were swinging under the table and his head was bobbing from side to side. He was content and eating happily. It was exactly the way you wanted to see him. Approaching him quickly, you took another napkin and started to wipe his face.

“I know, I know.” You assured him as he fussed. “But Daddy’s at the door.” You chimed, him sliding down the chair and running past you while still chewing the food in his mouth. “I’m sorry about that…” You lowered your head while taking your seat. “He wasn’t supposed to be here…” You explained as you took a sip of your matcha latte. 

“It’s alright. I understand… Must be hard.” Yuuji shrugged while moving the food around with his spoon. 

“It’s mostly hard just trying to establish boundaries with him.” You peeked up at him from behind your lashes. “He’s not one for listening.” You grumbled before scooping a bite of your luke-warm curry into your mouth, the spice being the only thing keeping your mouth warm. 

“It’s fine, really. So do you have any books that you’ve written that I might have heard of?” He asked which made you chuckle. 

“How old are you?” You wondered while resting your chin on your fist. 

“Um…” You watched his adam’s apple bob. “Twenty-two…” He murmured. 

“I’ll be turning Thirty soon.” You pursed your lips to try to hide your smirk. 

“Uh-! I-I don’t mind!” He stammered in a way that made you giggle. 

“Cute…” You hummed before taking another bite of curry. 

“I-I’m not just cute you know!” He pouted while you chuckled. Peeking over by the door, you noticed it was closed with Megumi still on the other side. Without wasting time, you pulled back his chair, sat on his lap, and cupped his face in your hands. 

“You’re right… You’re cute, strong, adorable, kind, sweet, and oh so very handsome.” You smiled while watching each compliment make his blush turn a shade darker. 

“Thank you.” He whispered while you pressed a kiss to his forehead. You stood back up and returned to your seat, just in time to watch Megumi come back into the room. Megumi waddled his way to you, his legs far too short for his body length. In his hands he held that strange bird character from the show Together with Maman. 

“Did Daddy get you a new toy?” You chimed while holding out your arms to set Megumi up in your lap. He nodded and held the… Disturbing toy right in front of your face. “You like it?” You asked while ruffling up his hair. He nodded while hugging the plush. “Alright well put it down and finish your food.” You instructed while helping him down from your lap, but he shook his head. “Gumibear, you need to eat.” 

“Not hungry mommy….” He whined. 

“Alright sweetie… Well I think Together with Maman is on now, why don’t you go watch some Uramichi-oniisan while Mr. Itadori and I finish our dinner?” You suggested. Megumi quickly nodded while running to TV, clutching his plush tightly. “So apart from the kissing mishap, how was he at school today?” 

“Well, we’re actually planning on setting up a play for the fall festival.” Yuuji mentioned in between bites. 

“What tree is Megumi going to be?” You chuckled while prepping the next spoonful. 

“Actually, he’s the lead.” Yuuji informed, causing you to nearly choke on the fall apart tender meat. “He said that you like hearing him talk, so he wanted the biggest speaking role.” Yuuji explained. Peeking over at Megumi, you could see him sitting quietly in front of the TV, the sound of someone singing some childish song playing in the background. 

“I guess he knows I worry about how much he talks…” You mumbled while continuing to watch him. There was a rush of jumbled emotions coursing through you. The love you felt over him wanting to make you happy, the guilt you felt for him feeling the need to do that, the worry over how poorly or how well he would do at his part, and happiness that he was putting himself out there in many more ways than you had anticipated. The whirlwind of emotions had tears pricking at your eyes. 

“While he should be talking more frequently at his age, and he’s a bit behind for a few pronunciations… Overall he’s smart. He articulates himself well, his vocabulary is broad… Everything will be fixed with time, I’m sure of it.” Yuuji reassured. When you turned to him, you smiled so wide the tears spilled over. 

“Thank you… Thank you so much… Is there anything I need to do for the costumes?” You wondered before finally taking that bite. 

“Actually the school’s sewing club have opted to help with the costumes… They’re just asking for money for the materials.” Yuuji remarked. 

“That’s very reasonable,  I’m assuming I’ll find a paper in Megumi’s backpack?” 

“Yeah! Are you sure it was a good idea to drink matcha?” Yuuji wondered with a frown. 

“I still have writing to do…” You sighed while finishing up the matcha latte. 

“I can… Come pick him up tomorrow too… If you’d like….” Yuuji offered while placing his spoon down to scratch his neck that was red. 

“I guess I’ll have to treat you to some dessert.” You flirted before biting your lip. He started to stammer which made you laugh. While standing, you took your dishes and his into the kitchen to place into the sink, giving them a quick rinse. 

“So is that a yes?” He handed you Megumi’s dish with curry still on it, so you covered it with seran wrap before placing it into the fridge. You then neared and smoothed over his arms to then hold his hands. 

“Yes…” You placed a kiss on his forehead after pulling his hands down. “Thank you.” You felt Megumi tugging at the hem of your robe before handing Yuuji a joycon. 

“Megumi, I’m sure that Mr. Itadori has to get back home-”

“No, it’s fine. I’m good to play a tournament.” Yuuji interjected with his loving sunshine smile. 

“Alright, but I take no mercy on my competitors.” You teased while taking the red joycon from Megumi. The three of you huddled up together on the couch as Megumi set up the tournament. Yuuji decided to attack you through out the races, always aiming his shells at you, bananas left for you, even making sure to hit you when he had the star. You never reached past second place and spent most of your time in third. You were so focused on getting your revenge on Yuuji that you never even noticed Megumi winning the tournament. Megumi jumped up with his joycon in his hand. Cheering himself on yet remaining silent as he did his little dance. “Megumi you did so well!” You sang while grabbing him in your arms and peppering him with kisses. “Do you mind doing the dishes? I’ll give you an extra hour of screentime before bed…” You bargained . He placed the joycon on the charger before scuttling off to the kitchen. Yuuji followed suit and placed his joycon on the charger after you placed yours. 

“Here.” Yuuji held out his hand to help you up, so you took it and interlocked your fingers with his. 

“Come.” You guided him up the stairs and into your bedroom. “You wanted to see my books, right?” You stood in front of the floor to ceiling book case that contained various rows filled with your novels mixed with novels that you used for inspiration to write your own. He let go of your hand, his fingers tracing over the titles. 

“There’s a lot.” He murmured. 

“Yeah… My publisher is pretty tough on me.” You chuckled before sitting at the foot of the bed. 

“I recognize this one I think…” He started to pull out a book but you immediately got up and pushed it back into the book shelf. 

“Not that one….” You panicked. 

“Something wrong?” He tiled his head to the side. 

“It’s… The love story between my ex-husband and I…” You explained while letting the tips of your fingers leave his. “Not really what I want you to read before our first date…” 

“Date… Right…” He chuckled nervously. You cocked your hip to let it rest against the bookcase.

“Do you not want it to be a date? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” You mentioned while folding your arms under your chest. 

“I-I do… I just…” He closed his eyes with his head tilted and arms folded under his chest. “I thought I’d be the one asking you out on a date.” He pouted which made you giggle. 

“Does it really matter?” You wondered while taking a step closer to him. 

“I suppose not.” He opened his eyes, cheeks turning as pink as his hair when he noticed you closer. 

“Well then.” You hummed while gripping the collar of his dress shirt, undoing a button in the process as you brought him closer to you. When you pulled him into a kiss, you stood on your tippy toes and bucked your hips forewards. “Do you actually want to read one of my books? You don’t have to…” 

“I’d like to try…. See what you like…” He murmured with a boyish smile, gaining a little more confidence than he had before. You let go of his dress shirt with him unfurling his arms. Scanning along your books, you looked to one where you wrote about Toji’s bull phase… The cuck was probably more akin to Yuuji’s level of submissive vs dominant, though you don’t think you could ever cuck him with Toji… You pulled out the book and smoothed over his cheek. He looked at you with his wide brown doe eyes as you thumbed the skin. No… He’s far too sweet and that would be far too mean. 

“Take this… But just know…” You placed the book against his chest and leaned in to whisper into his ear. “I’d never be so mean to you… My sweet boy.”  You cooed. His hands gripped onto the robe at your hips, the loose sash on your robe coming undone. “If you hold the book I’ll let you have a peek.” You teased to feel him rapidly scrambling to hold the book. “Sit on the bed…” You ordered to watch him sit on the bed with him hugging the book to his stomach. You held your robe shut walking over to him and placing your knee right at the base of his crotch on the bed before lowering your robe around your shoulders. Slowly you let the robe fall behind you on the floor, exposing the black lace bra and matching underwear. His eyes wandered over your skin, taking in everything while hugging the book tighter, almost as to keep himself from touching you. 

You planted both of your hands on his upper thighs, leaning into his neck. You let your hot breath trace along his skin before settling at where his collar bone ended under his neck. There you sucked at the skin, making sure to leave your mark. His cute little whine had you leaning in to squeeze your thighs together. When you heard little footsteps crawling up the stairs, you backed away and picked up your robe. After you put it on, you started to tie it shut while watching the mark already reddening. With your fingertips, you pushed lightly into the mark, watching it turn white to the touch before reddening even further. 

“All done.” Megumi spoke with a bit of an annoyed tone, and when you turned to him you noticed his uniform was soaked. “Now play.” He pouted while holding out the joycons attached to his wrists. The look of determination on his face brought a smile to your face. 

“Would you like to stay for a tournament?” You offered, and Yuuji responded with his bright smile and a nod. “Alright Gumibear, we can play one tournament and then Mr. Itadori has to leave. Besides, we have to clean you up!” You warned while following him down stairs with Yuuji not far behind. 

You all huddled up onto the couch in front of the TV, each choosing your respective characters with Megumi deciding on which cup to choose. Megumi sat in your lap and you huddled around him to make sure he was warm. The entire time Yuuji was bombarding you with shells left and right, with you following suit. It became a competition between the two of you, Megumi being completely ignored. It wasn’t until the cup was over that you realized it was all a diversion to help Megumi win. It made you laugh at yourself. You really should’ve seen right through that tactic but you were enjoying yourself so much with Megumi and Yuuji that you forgot all about who was in first place and instead focused on just trying to get your revenge on Yuuji. “Alright Gumibear, you can play more later. For now I need you to go wait for me upstairs in the bathroom… It’s bath time.” 

“No! You said… One an hour!” Megumi pouted while waving his fists. 

“Yes and you will get one hour after you finish any homework and after your bath. I promise. Now up to the bathroom Megumi. I’m sure that Mr. Itadori has things he needs to do as well sweetie. Now go upstairs to the bathroom and wait for mommy.” You demanded. “Megumi Fushiguro!” You raised your voice just as you saw him raise his hand with the joycon, causing him to stop in place. “You better not be about to throw that expensive joycon!” You warned with your fists on your hips. He placed the joycon on the charger before dramatically stomping his feet on the ground as he walked up the steps. “Sorry… He doesn’t usually throw a tantrumm like that…” 

“He’s exceptionally mild mannered for his age… I’d say it’s ok for him to do that once in a while.” Yuuji wore that bright sunshine smile and you felt any embarrassment or worry just melt away. He was good for you. 

“Thanks… I’ll walk you out.” You motioned towards the hallway with your hand, watching his… Supple behind as you followed him. 

“Thank you for dinner. It was delicious.” 

“No, no, thank you for helping me with everything. You are… perfect… Exactly what I need in my life.” You hummed while opening the door. He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled nervously while walking around you. 

“I’m hardly perfect… You flatter me too much.” He smiled while taking a step out. That very smile made the butterflies in your stomach flutter so you cupped his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips.

 “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

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༚*✧•.⁎⁺˳✧༚wait!? we go again?!?༚*✧•.⁎⁺˳✧༚

ft. jjk men♡

what makes the boys go for a second round

#characters: gojo, geto, sukuna, toji, nanami, choso, higuruma, yuuji, megumi, inumaki, todo, yuta, noritoshi.

#warnings:nsfw content ahead, creampie, some praising and aftercare

• Masterlist

༄Sukuna, Choso, Megumi - Seeing you bend over to pick up the clothes you threw around the room in the heat of the moment.

Your pussy still exposed and completely visible from the way you bend over. And the moment he sees his cum leaking down your thighs? That’s it for him.

Only seconds later he’s got you at the edge of the bed once again, a hand on your head keeping it still and the other one gently keeping a hold of your wrist as he’s roughly pounding into you for a second time.

“F-fuck.. Lemme just fill you again”

༄Nanami, Yuuji - Seeing you put on their shirt.

The moment they see you put on their shirt right after, something snaps inside of them. You look so beautiful and he doesn’t want to see you wear anything else around the house from that moment on.

So.. slowly getting up from the bed, he makes his way to where you are, wrapping his arms around you and placing kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder. You turn around to kiss him and slowly make your way back to the bed. In between the kisses, you attempt to remove the shirt, but he stops you.

“Hmm, keep it on.. Good girl.”

༄Toji, Inumaki, Geto - hearing your voice being all fucked up.

Nothing is turning him on more than hearing you struggle to let out some words. It’s a boost to his ego, honestly. Fucking you so well your voice cracked from all the screaming? Nothing sexier than that.

You can be sure he’ll be over you for a second time. Capturing your arms and restraining them above your head while devouring that pretty mouth of yours. All he wants is to make you scream some more.

“Yeah… scream for me, doll”,

“Tuna mayo”

༄Gojo, Todo, Noritoshi - You make them understand you don’t want it to be over just yet.

Doesn’t matter if you push him back on the bed or simply tell him directly that you want a second round. He’ll be happy to oblige. He likes it when you become bossy from not having enough of his cock. For a second he may even let you think that you are in control.

Getting on top of him, hands placed on his chest, you try to ride him, but before you even realize it he’s on top of you again. He leans in for a quick kiss before he starts fucking you the way you want and need.

“How about you let me take care of it, princess”

༄Yuta, Higuruma - The aftercare.

He is very sweet and insisted on cleaning you up himself. You spread your legs open and get the chills when the wet towel touches your inner thigh. Seeing you clench your legs at the occasional feeling of his fingers brushing your skin is turning him on. And when a moan escapes your lips?

He tosses the towel aside and assaults your mouth, tongue fucking it while his hands are once again playing with your boobs.

“I’m sorry, i promise i will clean you properly after this..”

@cursedmoonchild the absolute best as usual ty for proofreading this for me <3

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Better late than never! Here is a little drabble for Satoru’s birthday

Wc: 981

Warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, Satoru being sexy, minors not allowed!

Satoru x Reader: Birthday Surprise

You waited patiently for Satoru to get home, laying on your shared bed wrapped up like a pretty present for him to open on his special day. Suddenly Satoru appeared hovering above you a lustful smirk stretching across his handsome face.

“Well hello beautiful!” Satoru cooed as he gently landed on top of you pinning you beneath him.

“Well hello Satoru, are you ready to open your gift?” You said in a sultry voice.

He nodded as he took your hands and tied them to the headboard. “Oh I am so ready!” Satoru said joyfully as he started to untie the silky purple ribbon that you tied around yourself. He smirked as he gently ran his hands down your body.

“M-Master.” You wined out as he held you down. You could feel your panties becoming soaked.

“That’s a good girl moan for me.”

“Y-yes Master! Ohhhhh!” You moaned again as he pushed his growing erection between your legs. You moaned quietly as he humped you.

“Such a good little girl, I love the way you look right now beneath me as I watch you becoming a hot mess.” He cooed as he picked up the pace of humping you. “I wonder how much longer you can last before you go completely crazy?” He whispered into your ear as he sensually choked you.

You laid there a incoherent drooling mess as he humped you wildly. “Ma-Masterrrrrr!” You whimpered beneath him.

“Yes my Pet? Are you enjoying this?” He asked you.

“Y-yesssss M-Masterrrrr!” You moaned again.

“Good.” He got off of you and rolled you onto your side he placed his arm around your waist as he cupped your pussy with his giant hand gently smacking it making your juices leak all over his palm. “Mmmmm princess you’re so wet!” He cooed as you wiggled in his grip. “I don’t even have to do anything to you and you’re a puddle in my arms.“

Satoru loved how he had easy access to your neck now, he leaned in to kiss your nape the sweet spot, making you moan louder and louder. He looked down, the sight of his hard cock rubbing against your soaked panties encouraged him to hold your hips even tighter as he grinded on you more, little whimpers escaped your lips. “Look who’s losing it.” He cooed as he squeezed one of your breasts.

“I think I want to finish unwrapping my present now.” He whispered into your ear as he rolled you onto your back. He reached down and carefully untied the ribbon, savoring every moment. His beautiful ocean blue orbs scanning your perfect breasts. “You’re so beautiful my Pet.” He smiled as he gently gripped your breast rolling your nipple between his fingers. He leaned in and bit your collar bone sending shivers down your spine. He traced his lips down your torso nibbling your soft skin making you moan out. He soon made his way between your legs biting your thighs marking you. He smiled as he caressed your folds making your juices leak all over his hand. “My, my, my we have certainly made a mess of you (Y/N)… Shall I clean you up my Pet?”

“Yes Masterrrrrr please do your worst to meeeee.” You wailed out as he pushed his palm against your wetness.

“Very well my Pet since you asked so nicely.” He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, he dove right into your core instantly making you orgasm. “So quick to cum my love, I must be driving you up a wall right now.”

You looked up at Satoru through half-lidded eyes your lips slightly parted nodding your head in agreement.

Satoru chuckled. “Yup I turned you into a puddle you can’t even speak right now.” He went back down and began to lick up all the juices, swirling his tongue he made you squirt into his mouth. “I’m making such a mess of you I love it.” He cooed as he came up and pressed his cock against your entrance before grinding his hips up and down over your slit.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, the wetness of your core soaking his shaft just invited him to ruin you. "Is my sweet pet ready to let me take her?” He asked.

“Y-yes M-Ma-Master.” You moaned out.

Satoru smirked at you. “Mmmmmm I am so excited right now!” He leaned in and kissed you passionately holding you close as he entered you. Slowly he started to thrust.

You clung to his back for dear life as he pumped in and out going harder with every thrust. “Ohhhhhh Sa-to-ruuuu.” You moaned out as your walls clenched around his member sucking his cock in you came.

“That’s it baby girl cum for me…. I want you screaming my name!” He leaned in moaning into your ear as he grabbed your hips pounding you harder and harder

“Oh fuckkkkk Sa-Sa-Satoruuuuu p-please d-don’t stopppppp!” You screamed as he hit your g spot perfectly.

He slowed his pace savoring every thrust. “Princess I love the way you feel on me…. You take him in like a good girl.” He looked down to watch him disappear inside you, a huge smirk plastered to his face. “(Y/N)…. I love you soooooo fucking muchhhhhh.” Satoru moaned into your ear.

“Ohhhhh Satoruuuu I love you tooooo babyyyy!” You moaned out.

“Ahhhhh baby your tight pussy is ruining me…. I’m gonna cum!” Satoru moaned out as he came deep inside you painting your walls white with his seed.

You grabbed his face attacking his lips with a kiss. “Happy birthday my love!”

Satoru smirked as his cock twitched inside you becoming hard once more. “Oh yes indeed it’s a happy birthday! I am far from done with you my little present!” He leaned into your ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

~End

Today we’re thinking about the Jujutsu Kaisen men and their kinks.

Summary- Headcanons to drabbles of the jjk men and shit i just know gets them off.

Cw- Various kinks, Black Gn reader.

Sakuna Ryomen -petplay

It literally feeds into his superiority complex.

He dosent even really think of it as a kink , The way he see’s it crawling around on the floor , laying at his feet and begging for every little thing is exactlyhow every human should behave around him, Ryomen Sakuna, the king of curses. although he has noticed that he does get a tad harder whenever you don your leash and collar.

———

“ Beg on all fours dog , puppy’s dont walk on two legs like people.” Sakuna grunts, fat cock bucking up into his one of his hands.

You immediately drop to your knees, whimpering for him like a kennel pup, the pretty tail stuffed neatly in your ass shaking left and right behind you.

“Good puppy” He all but whimpers , your complete obedience making his cock twitch.

Gojo Satoru -Praise

Gojo doesn’t need someone to tell him how amazing he is.

He already knows.

Throughout the heavens and Earth , he alone is the honored one.

Yet, nothing puts him on a bigger power trip than hearing how great he his fall from your lips while He’s buried deep inside of you, hips rutting against brown thighs as he hits that spot again and again ——-

“does it feel good , hmm?” Gojo groans head tucked in the crook of your neck. He knows it does, your shaking-vibrating -clenching around him and slurring your words , but still he needs you to say it, needs to hear it.

“s’ so good Toru” The neediness in your voice is almost enough to push him over the edge-but still he wants more .

“If feels-fuck-it feels good huh? Is it the best you’ve ever had - I’m the best you ever had right?”

“T-the best Toru-fuck-The best -Y’re the best ”

He knows he is, but that dosent stop his hips from stuttering at your words, lips curling into a deliciousohashe hits his climax at the same time you do.

Mahito- Pain play-

AN: I’m sorry for being a mahito simp but pretty androgyny man makes brain go brr.

He enjoys the torment of others, but not quite how enjoys the torment of you.

Nothing gets him off more than contorting your body into anything he wishes , Taking any boundary you thought you had and crushing it in the palm of his hand. You’re pained cries and whimpers, turning into moans make him think that if heaven truly does exist, it must be between your thighs.

——

“You can take more”

he knows you probably can’t. The alteration of his cock to such an extreme size was no doubt splitting you in half.

“Ta-t-Take it out, s'tmuch Mahito

If he was a better curse he might have have stopped.

But he isn’t a better curse, and his moral compass is no doubt broken. Besides , those cute whimpers escaping from your lips as he slides you down lower-were just to fucking perfect to stop now.

All he offers you is another "You can take more” Eyes fixated on the image of his cock poking through the skin of your stomach,

“Youwill take more-because if I have to pull out, ill bruise that pretty brown ass black and blue- until you cant fucking walk for a week.”

That seems to edge you further, and you slid down a few more inches until you finally bottom out. Face scrunched up in pain.

He wishes he could take a picture of your expression, but instead he simply lets his fingers dip down , pressing harshly into your thighs , basking in the adorable screech you let out .

Suguru Geto-Degradation.

You’re filth.

Utter weak human filth.

As a non sorcerer , your below the lowest animal , light Years away from being Geto’s equal. And there’s not a moment that goes by that he isn’t reminding you of this. Sex is no exception, and he couldn’t care less if his words hurt your feelings- You’re lucky He’s even laying with waste such as yourself.

——

“This , keeping my cock warm, is all your good for waste”

You whimper at that , flinching away at the harshness of his words only to be pulled back , nails digging into your hips.

“ Dont run from me, you’re gonna serve your fucking purpose” He grunts, slamming harder into your poor hole giving little regard to his size or letting you adjust.

“S'tmuch S-Suguru.” You groan, entire body shaking.

“Dont pretend you dont-fuck-like itbitch. you humans are so such simple creatures, all you want for in life is to be stuffed full of me, whether its this pussy, that ass or that annoying mouth.

"Maybe we’ll put that mouth to better use hmm?”

“Gag you on it , make you choke.” The brunette groans cock twitching inside of you.

Nanami Kento-Impact play

Nanami is a very stressed man. Between mentoring annoying kids and helping out non sorceress with all their problems, he has very little time to wind down and relax, but when he does what better way to do it than to take all of the stress out on your pretty plump ass.

Whether you’re bent over a coffee table or over his knee , or whether he’s using his hand or a belt , bruising your ass is his favorite form of stress relief.

——

“You’ve lost count, I think we should start over.”

You dont protest , you know that if you do it will only result in more lashes , and Kento’s day seemed to be less than amazing so you know better than try to argue with him.

Instead you brace yourself for the next hit of his large hand . Ass raw and stinging.

You whimper when his had comes down again but you compose yourself quickly and manage a shaky “o-ne”

You have a long night ahead of you.

—-

Tbh mahito isn’t even that baaddd guyss

Fine mf could turn me into a curse !

Anyways reblogs and notes are appreciated .

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BREAKING THE RULES- Professor Choso x fem!reader.

⚠️Hot professor and college student breaking the rules and fucking each other in classroom⚠️

Art in the header by @Yappdoll.

Warnings:Consensual sex, unprotected, semi-public.

A/n: Thank you @suna-reversed for letting me participate in her collab. This is for her jujutsu hub collab. And I am so sorry it’s a bit late. (Don’t like such fanatsies, don’t read)

Genre:SmutWc:1.3k

It was surely past 6 pm but you still didn’t get a single answer right. Yet. All you were doing is mumbling whatever word you saw while spinning the pen around between your fingers.

The spinning stopped when your biology professor entered the almost empty classrom. “It’s pretty late. I think we should pack up. You can do it at home now”, he gathered the books on the table. “But- I am still not prepared and I don’t think I am ready for the exam tomorrow,” you explained but there is no way you were staying. “Are you sure? Won’t your roommates worry?” yeah like that will ever happen pfft. You had quite hard times to get along with them so you’d rather stay here, with your biology textbook.

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Chapter 5:  You and Gojo seem to see eye to eye for the first time. Things are feeling a little… sweeter

Warning: Smut in this chapter, NSFW, 18+ MDNI

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Master List

Gojo hired movers to get all of your stuff from your apartment to the new house. It was done while you were at work. He assured you that before your things were moved in there were people who deep cleaned and made sure that house was ready for your things. By the time you got off of work Gojo was in the house. He was impressed by just how neatly labeled the boxes were. The last time he had to move he just tossed things in boxes and moved on. Since you labeled everything the movers put them in their respective rooms. Gojo put your bed back together for you so that at the end of this you would have someplace to sleep.

You walked into the house with your mother at your side. She called during your break and asked to see the new place. The two of you got dinner, and you were able to discuss the happier sides of a baby in the family. You were glad that you finally told her. In the end, both Janelle and Gojo had been right. You needed the support more than you realized. Obviously the place was bare looking, and you weren’t surprised to find that most of your stuff was centralized in the front room. Your apartment was pretty small. You were only one person after all. It always seemed unnecessary to get a bigger space when it was just you.

“Oooh this is nice,” your mom gasped, looking around the spacious room.

“It is, Satoru’s spoiling me.” It was easier to admit such things to your mother. Despite your occasional disagreements, she did know a part of you that no one else did. You hesitated to say that she knew you better than anyone, she simply had the longest knowledge of you. And now being pregnant yourself, you were beginning to understand the near implicit bond between mother and child.

“I’m really trying to understand why this boy ain’t my son in law.”

“Ma,” you complained, “First of all, I have to get a proposal for that to happen. I’m not getting down on one knee for a man. It’s not going to happen. Second, we are very amicable as we are. I don’t want to start any drama because things have been smooth sailing.”

“You don’t wanna rock the boat with me, mama?” Gojo asked as he came down the stairs. You shrieked in surprise whirling around to look towards the staircase. You hadn’t noticed his car out front and that thing was hard to miss. Maybe he’d parked in the garage.

Gojo came down wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants, clothes that were conducive to unpacking stuff, it was just criminal that he looked so good in it. His biceps stretched the sleeves a little as he crossed his arms. You were making a conscious decision not to look at his sweatpants for too long.

“Satoru, I didn’t know you were here.” You said as you put your hand on your chest.

“I was just putting together some of your furniture so you would have a place to rest tonight if you didn’t want to come home with me,” he said casually, right in front of your mother.

Your face was on fire and you watched Gojo’s attention shift from you to your mother. You hurried to introduce them both and you refused to look at the curious pointed stares your mom kept giving the two of you. There was no way you were going to explain to her that despite all your words condemning the idea that you and Gojo were dating… you did sleep with him on occasion and even more confounding sometimes the two of you didn’t even have sex. Sometimes you really were just sleeping.

Satoru visibly turned up the charm as he close the distance between the three of you, “It’s really nice to meet you. I was wondering where Y/N got her good looks from.”

“Yeah that’s all me. These genes are strong. So don’t be surprised when my grandbaby pops out looking just like us.”

“Oh I’m hoping she does,” Gojo answered, his gaze lingering on you. You were officially showing. People knew you were pregnant with just a look at your belly. He thought it was absolutely adorable, and he was waiting for you to adopt the pregnant waddle but you weren’t big enough for that at the moment.

You cleared your throat, trying not to acknowledge the way that Gojo was looking at you, right in front of your mother, “I was just going to give mom a tour of the house.”

“Yeah, come on,” Gojo nodded excitedly, “I’ll lead the way.”

The tour youwere going to give your mother, quickly turned into the tour that Gojo was giving your mother. Not that she had any complaints. Quite the opposite, she was standing around laughing at his corny jokes and telling him little anecdotes about you when you were younger. Gojo won your mother over within 15 minutes and you watched it happen in real time.

“This is the room I think Y/N fell in love with. It’s going to be the nursery,” Gojo began, and then he went into great detail about where he thought the crib should go, and putting in the perfect rocker, maybe even painting the ceiling because apparently it’s good for babies to be able to take in as much visual information as possible. You had to admit… you were a bit charmed too.

“This place won’t be ready in time for a baby shower will it?” Your mom asked at the end of the tour, when the three of you wound up in the kitchen. Gojo absently put his arm over your shoulder, hugging you into his side as he talked.

“I don’t think so. Maybe downstairs could be, but I have no intention of having our baby shower here.”

“Janelle is throwing my baby shower, Satoru.” You reminded him, more for his sake than anything else. Janelle could be scary when it came to you, especially the things she wanted to do for you.

“And I’m helping. I’ve already talked to her about it, so don’t start complaining. It’s done.”

You narrowed your eyes. You were going to have to talk to Janelle about that later.

“Well I’ll make the cake,” your mom offered and your eyes went wide.

“Please do,” you nodded emphatically.

Your sudden excitement caught Gojo’s attention, “Are you known for your cakes?”

You answered for your mother, turning to look at him with wide eyes, “Oh yeah, it’s a thing among our friends and family. She did Janelle’s wedding cake.”

Gojo remembered that cake well. Nanami wouldn’t tell him what bakery he got it from. It was probably the best cake he’d had in his whole life. He spent the better part of a year taste testing cakes off and on in hopes of finding it.

“Really? That was the best cake I’ve ever had. Have you ever thought about opening up a bakery?”

Your mother waved him off, “I do it out of love. Money would ruin it. Just tell me how many guests y’all are expecting, and I’ll make something for you,” she concluded. She gave you two one more look and her eyes narrowed a little bit before she spoke again, “Well, it was nice to meet you, Satoru. I’m gonna head home.”

“Alright, Mom, I’ll walk you out.” You shrugged out from under Gojo’s arm to follow your mother outside. When you got to your car she stepped close to you. You already knew what she was going to say. She’d probably picked up on the way Gojo touched you so freely. She was going to tell you not to be fooled by a man, and to keep your guard up.

“Now I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life… but there’s something there between you two. And for what it’s worth. You make a handsome couple.”

“Alright, mom,” you were a little bemused by her words. You expected her disappointment, not her approval. Either way, you couldn’t accept her words. She didn’t really know Gojo. If he wanted to be in a relationship with you he would be. The two of you were perfectly comfortable as you were, simply getting ready to have this baby and nothing else. Anything that happened in between was just his own way of taking care of you that you couldn’t bring yourself to make sense of beyond knowing that the sex was good and you didn’t care to go looking for anyone else who could give it to you.

When you came back inside you found Gojo collecting the pieces of your entertainment center to put together. When he saw you coming over he grabbed a little stool for you to sit on instead of letting you sit on the floor like he was.

“So… that’s my mom.” You said to break the silence.

“She seems nice.” He did not look up as he said this, instead inspecting the label ziplock baggie of little screws and things that went along with the entertainment center. You were careful to keep each one with the set.

You nodded but with your own personal reservations. She was mostly nice, but you thought most children felt that way about their moms. Your mother was kind, but there was a cruelty ingrained in her parenting that was simply passed down from one cursed generation to the next. You were hoping to break that cycle with your baby. Nevertheless, you did not resent your mother much for the cruelty she inherited. Again, you were sure most people felt this way about their mothers, you wondered if your own child would feel this way about you in the end.

“Do you think she likes me?” Gojo asked looking up at you. His eyes were such powerful things, blue like seaglass, and like the full moon all at once. Whatever cosmic intently was in charge of making humans, truly outdid themselves with him, and you thought it suited him ill sometimes. He was too pretty for his own good.

You moved his hair out of his face before answering, “Yeah, I do.”

“Good. You know I was thinking-”

“Oh no.”

“Hey! I have some good ideas.”

“Eh,” you cringed a little thinking of the day he thought it was a good idea to try to bake cookies on the broil setting so that it would go faster and he almost burnt his house down.

“I think this one is a good idea.” He concluded begrudgingly.

“Fine, lay it on me. What’s going through that massive dome of yours?”

He frowned, “Well I was going to say that we should get married but now I don’t think you deserve me.”

Your eyes felt like they might bulge out of your head at his words, “Satoru, are you serious right now?”

“I mean think about it. Isn’t that what people do? They have a baby, and a house, and they get married.”

“Not in that order, and definitely not before they do any actual dating.”

“Come on, what have you got to lose? I mean I’m the one taking on all the risks. Sure prenups exist, but what’s the likelihood that you’re taking a prenup that cuts you off from my assets and-”

“Pause, whoa, timeout! Why are we talking about prenups?! I haven’t even agreed to marry you. Satoru, we’re not even dating!”

“But… we do work well together. And it would make it easier to just get things done for our baby.”

You took a deep breath, “Satoru, I appreciate everything that you’re doing for me. I really do, but I have no desire to be married to you. We’ve only been hanging out regularly for like five months.”

“My parents got married in two.”

You winced, “I mean this… in the nicest way possible, but did your parents love each other?”

You watched his brain stall. It was always obvious when you’d said something that Gojo had never really thought about before. You’d realized, with a bit of a start, months ago that Gojo was an incredibly smart man, he only behaved like an idiot. Despite months passing between now and this realization you did not understand why he behaved how he did. He could be more organized in his living, he could be married to someone he loved and have a family… because he seemed to desire that in some capacity, but now as his eyes went distant you wondered if he knew what he was looking for. There was a time in your own life when you sought out the arms of a lover to heal that which you’d lacked in your childhood, but you quickly realized you would never find it that way. You had been looking for a parent. You wondered what deficit Gojo was unconsciously trying to fill.

Gojo searched the recesses of his memory, for a moment in which he had looked at his parents and saw love between them. They were civil to one another, but they were more like ghosts, passing through one another, never really touching.

“… I don’t know,” he answered, “They weren’t very affectionate people. Now that I think about it… it was probably more of a business agreement.”

He looked so utterly dejected as he said this. You turned so you could take his face in your hands. Whatever it was that Gojo was looking for… you sorta hoped he found it before the baby was born. Neither of you could expect to be fully healed individuals but you could at least be healing individuals.

“I think you are a great guy, Satoru. You’re a little ridiculous, but you’ve got a good heart and if I accepted your proposal it wouldn’t be because we were madly in love. It would just be about money and assets, and I don’t want a marriage like that. It might be easier for the baby, but I don’t think I would be happy. I can’t believe I’m about to say this to you of all people, but let’s just let this be fun okay. Stop worrying about all you can do for us and just live in the moment. You’re doing great so far.”

His cheeks were rapidly getting red and he turned away from you sharply before clearing his throat, “Stop being nice to me before I fuck you.”

You let out a breathless, relieved laugh. You were afraid he was going to be offended by your rejection, “When I’m mean it turns you on, when I’m nice, it turns you on. I’m starting to think you just always wanna fuck me.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he sighed.

The two of you worked on unpacking things until about nightfall, and you knew that you wouldn’t sleep well in this new place, definitely not alone. So you went searching for the big duffle bag you put together for things that you would need on the first night and Gojo picked it up for you to take to his place. The bedroom was habitable, but then Gojo enticed you with snacks and a comfortable place to watch movies. You didn’t really care that it was a weekday. It just meant that you drove to his place and would leave there in the morning. You had work clothes in your bag.

You told Gojo what time you had to be at work in the morning after you got out of the shower. You were wearing his house coat which went all the way down to your ankle, but was comfy nonetheless. Besides, it smelled like him, that sweet yet strikingly clean gourmand scent. You wondered if there was mint in his shampoo or something. Or maybe it was the bushel of fresh eucalyptus in his shower. You’d mentioned once that you’d been congested, a weird byproduct of pregnancy, and the very next day there was eucalyptus in his shower. Either way, you liked how Gojo smelled, not that you would ever say anything about it. And you certainly would never tell him that you missed that smell when the two of you went days without seeing each other.

“I actually have to go into the office tomorrow too,” Gojo said, begrudgingly. He was lying on his side. It looked like he was simply looking at you, but he was studying the way the too big bathrobe failed to fully preserve your modesty. He was staring at the space between your breasts in the open neck of the robe.

You frowned, “You have a job?”

“… Yes. I’m the heir, and owner of my family’s company,” he answered, actually focusing on you, and you realized that he thought you knew, “Babe, I’m in charge of a multimillion dollar business.” He sat up a little bit as he said this, propping his chin up in his palm.

“… Why is your house so small?” It wasn’t a small house, but it wasn’t a megamansion either.

“I’m one person. Mansions freak me out with all the empty space. Plus, this place is closer to my friends.”

“So buying me a house really meant nothing to you.”

“Financially? No. It was barely anything.”

“Satoru, please don’t tell me that you’re just slummingit with me. I’m literally going to lose my mind.”

“Slumming- No. I like being around my friends. I’ve lived here since before my parents died. I could have moved to the mansion when they died but I hate that place. Trust me, I am where I want to be. Now will you stop fretting, put on your granny nightgown and get in bed.”

You scowled at him. It wasn’t a granny nightgown. It was a nightgown that was fashioned like a long shirt and it was comfy.

“I gotta find my cocoa butter,” you grumbled, still troubled by the fact that you were only just now realizing what Gojo did for a living. You probably should have asked sooner. He could have been a kingpin for all you knew, and you were just frolicking the day away at his side. For all the credit people gave you for being smart, more often than not you felt really fucking stupid. You found the jar in your bag and tossed on the bed. You put on regular lotion in the bathroom, but your skin was so dry lately that you felt the need to seal the moisture in with cocoa butter.

Gojo kept his eyes on you as you sat on the bed. You let the robe fall off your shoulders and it lie open on the bed revealing your naked back. The curves of your body had changed quite a bit since the beginning of your pregnancy. Your hips were wider and your middle was a good deal thicker. You were just really pretty. It was hard to look away from you and every passing second of him knowing that you were naked over there made him want to touch you.

“Is that for your belly?” he asked, moving closer to you.

“Well my whole body, but it helps with stretch marks, and it keeps my skin from itching really badly as my belly grows. It’s awful when I get dry skin.”

“Can I do it?”

“Uh.. well I’m almost done,” you said, but you felt the bed move and you looked over your shoulder to see him crawling towards you. He settled behind you, his long legs settled on either side of yours putting you right between them. He took the jar away from you and you just resigned yourself to your fate. Once he decided he was going to do something for you, there was really no helping it. Plus his hands were always warm, and they were smooth and covered far more surface area. He rubbed across the gentle slope of your belly. It wasn’t the most dramatic baby bump given that you were only 18 weeks, but it was still there. His hands on your stomach always felt so nice, though his touch was awakening something you kinda hoped would stay dormant.

“Hm, smells like chocolate.”

“Is it because-”

“No, it’s not because you’re black.”

You giggled at his cross tone, only for him to kiss your shoulder. It was downright embarrassing just how quickly he could get you wound up. Just one kiss and you were already pressing your legs together.

“You know, if someone told me back then, on New Year’s Eve that taking you home was gonna lead to this… I never would have believed it,” Gojo said.

You chuckled, “I would have ran for the hills.”

He paused in rubbing your belly, “Do you regret it, then? That night.”

You thought about it for a long time. You thought about how much you laughed that night, the way your hand felt in his as he led you into his house, how you both giggled like mad in between kisses.

“No, I don’t actually,” you said, much to your own surprise, and you turned to look up at him. He seemed to search your gaze for a moment, searching for your regret you supposed. Genuinely though, you had none. All of your needs were met, and Gojo was very kind to you. He was kind in his own way, and in ways that anyone could recognize. And as far as baby daddies go you could have done farworse. It was a luxury to have the father of your child be successful, handsome, and interested in being in your child’s life. You were going to tell him as much but you noticed his focus was on your lips.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, a slow kiss, almost tentative like he was waiting for you to push him away. You did not. You turned more so that you could face him, slowly getting on your knees in the wide space between his legs. It put you a bit taller than him to be standing on your knees this way. His hands came to grasp your hips tightly. You held his face in your hands as you let your tongue move with his. When you pulled away he still had his eyes closed.

“Get off the edge, baby. You’re making me nervous,” he said after a moment, slowly moving backward so you had room to be more on the bed. When the two of you were safely in the middle of the bed he pulled you in closer, only to get his mouth on your chest.

“Fuck,” you sighed, because you were never going to used to the feeling of the hard metal ball of his tongue ring against your nipples that were always hypersensitive at this point. You had your hand in his hair immediately, encouraging what seemed to be an effort for him to get your whole titty in his mouth. Simultaneously, he was gripping your thighs, making you straddle him. He was wearing nothing but soft pajama pants and the bare skin to skin contact was dizzying. He was always so warm, and you wanted to be touching all of him. He went to take over and presumably put you on your back.

“I can’t lie on my back. It’s kinda uncomfortable.”

He kept you in his lap instead and he kissed you. Gojo kissed you like it might be the only thing he’d ever do. The two of you found yourself like this more often than you’d like to admit, particularly in his car, for late night grocery runs for hyper specific cravings. If you weren’t pregnant, and if Gojo was less cautious, you’d have had sex in his car at least 4 times by now. As it was, it worried him to have you in such an enclosed place. And unfortunately, once you got in a bed there was a good chance you would just pass out. But right now? Right now was perfect. You rolled your hips in his lap, trying to alleviate the ache between your legs.

His hands were searching for purchase on your body, a place to hold you that wouldn’t hurt you. You could almost taste his frustration. You pushed him down on the bed.

“I got it,” you said as you took his hands off of your hips and leaned forward to press his wrists against the bed over his head. His cheeks were already red tinged, but it was a special delight to watch them darken as he looked up at you. His gaze dropped to your chest and he was trying to shimmy down to get to your boobs. You rolled your eyes and leaned forward to put them in his face.

“Oh you’re spoiling me,” he said, though his voice was a bit muffled. You lifted up to look at him, and maybe to make fun of him for being so obsessed with your chest, but he spoke first.

“Sit on my face,” he said immediately.

“Satoru, I’m pretty heavy now and-”

“I didn’t ask all that. In fact, I didn’t ask at all. Come sit on my face.”

You huffed, letting go of his wrists so that you could crawl towards his face. When you were over him, he grabbed your hips and pulled you down until your sex with his on his mouth. You couldn’t really see much of him in this position thanks to your belly, but that was the least of your worries. He wasn’t holding back with you at all. You put a hand back on his chest for a bit of stability as he teased your clit directly, sucking and licking it until your thighs started to quiver. It didn’t take long. You were only getting more sensitive these days and Gojo was good at what he did.

He liked the sounds you made, the way you smelled, the way you tasted. He liked the way your belly eclipsed his view of the world. He liked you. He had his eyes closed just bathing in the sensations of your pleasure and letting it arouse his own. He’d always been more of a giver… in relationships. Or rather the handful of times he tried a relationship: he could count them on one hand. It was never this satisfying though and his casual partners were eager to impress in hopes that he would keep them around. But this? You? The one who never intended to stay long, you had him by the mouth and he knew you didn’t even know it.

“Ah! Shit! Satoru,” You gasped as he sucked harder, taking on a slow pulsing rhythm. He’d wrapped his arms behind your thighs so you weren’t going anywhere.

“You bitch!” you exclaimed before sliding the fingers of your other hand in his hair and making a fist. He seemed set on making it impossible for you to even breathe as all of your muscles locked down with pleasure.

When you came he eased back a bit, as if slowly weening you from the pleasure of his mouth. You fell over to the side, legs feeling like jello.

“Tired already?”

“No, you’re going to fuck me,” you said pointing at him as he crawled towards you. You were lying on your side catching your breath.

“Why did you make that sound like a threat? That’s what I wanted to do anyway,” he said as he laid down behind you, wiggling a bit to take off his pajama pants before he pressed against your backside.

“Fuck you’re so soft,” he breathed rutting his hips against you while he kissed along your shoulder, to your neck.

“Mmhm, I’m perfect,” you giggled.

“Yeah you are,” he agreed, bringing a hand down to rub your belly and then up to your breasts just to hear the sweet sounds you made when he squeezed them. He lifted your leg once he could hardly stand not being inside of you anymore.

Gojo refused to think too much about it, but other women didn’t interest him very much anymore. It all seemed so arbitrary and boring when he could just be with you. He could just be at your side, or inside you, if you let him, only if you let him. This was perfect.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathed as he pushed inside of you. He took his time as always, utterly unbothered by the slow pace, too caught up in kissing your neck and listening to the sweet sound you made for him to care that he was moving at a snail’s pace. But once he was fully inside of you he built the pace.

“Oh my god!” you cried out before turning your face towards the pillow.

“No, no let me hear you,” He slowed all the way back down.

“Satoru, dammit,” you cursed at him, “Come on, please.”

“There we go, don’t hide from me, beautiful. I want to see you.”

Instinctively you looked across the room at the mirror on the far wall and saw yourself, one leg in the air, with Gojo hugged close behind you, fucking every thought out of your head. You leaned back against him, easily falling into his embrace. The moment you turned your head towards him he was kissing you.

He came with you whining and moaning in his mouth. And he had one solitary thought as he pressed his forehead against yours while you both came down from your highs: He could do this forever.

~

Two weeks later, when you were 20 weeks along, the two of you met up at the doctor’s office. You were coming straight from work and Gojo said that he had been looking for a reliable team of painters to come by and quickly make your house look the way you wanted it. This doctor’s appointment was the one that Gojo had been waiting for. He was practically bouncing in his seat in the waiting room. The two of you would likely learn the baby’s sex today, and he was ecstatic. You were a little tired from work, so you couldn’t match his enthusiasm, but he had more than enough for the two of you.

“So when I’m right, I want you to know that we’re not going to paint the nursery pink,” Gojo told you, “I know I said I wouldn’t be a tyrant but come on pink?”

You nodded, and caught the gaze of an older woman looking at the two of you fondly.

When she noticed your gaze she smiled, “You two are adorable. I wish my husband was as excited about our babies.”

Gojo gave her a smile before continuing, “And not purple either. I personally think that we should do a story book theme. Because I tell the best stories.”

“Are you going to do all the painting?”

“Of course, you can’t be in there with the paint fumes.”

“Alright, then. We can look at cribs after this.”

He gasped, “That’s a good idea. See? Between the two of us this is gonna work out wonderfully.”

You just leaned over and kissed his cheek. Funny enough it made him go quiet for a moment, just until he did the same to you.

“What’s the matter, you’re not even arguing with me,” he asked while he was still close to you.

“I’m just sleepy. It’s time for a nap.”

“Oh, are you sure about going crib shopping?”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll get a second wind if I just push through.”

He put his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close, so that your head rested against his chest a bit.

“I really wore you out last night didn’t I?” he said in your ear and you smacked his leg before sitting up. The night before you did get hit with a heavy wave of desire and rode Gojo for all he was worth. You’d tired yourself out. You didn’t know why it happened. He would be doing something completely innocuous, like cooking, or reading one of the many baby books he bought and you would get the urge to have sex with him. It didn’t seem to bother Gojo in the least. No he was all too eager to take care of you in that respect.

“Shut up,” your whole body was hot with mortification though.

Before the two of you could really start bickering you got called back. Gojo followed right on your heels. He waited impatiently as you went through the regular exam parts, and you answered your obstetrician’s questions. He sat texting Geto until the ultrasound equipment came out. To be fair he wasn’t having the most pleasant conversation with Geto.

• New noodle place. Let’s go
• Can’t in appointment with Y/N
• It’s a wednesday!
• Yes so sorry they don’t have weekend appointments
• You’ve been at her house or she’s been at yours for the last few weeks.
• I know and I’m sorry. If you don’t care about Y/N being there then we can all go to the noodle place
• Whatever
• so is that a no????

Then they brought in the ultrasound equipment and Gojo put his phone away. Before long the screen was on and he was looking at the screen, and it wasn’t long before there was the perfect image of a little baby on it. It never stopped being amazing to him, so see his own child like this.

“Alright, we’re looking healthy. Baby is seated in there just perfectly,” Dr. Johnson moved the wand a bit and then she said, “You two wanted to know the sex of the baby right?”

“Yes,” Gojo answered immediately, before you could even open your mouth.

You laughed as did Dr. Johnson. She looked to you for your answer.

“What are the bets?” She asked.

“He’s putting all his chips on a girl. I don’t really mind either way,” you said.

“Well, Dad, you’ve got one hell of an intuition because we are looking at a beautiful baby girl.”

Gojo laughed and you looked at his wide grin as he kept staring at the monitor.

“It’s not 100% accurate. I’m just eyeballing but-”

“I have a long family history of show-ers. If you’re not seeing it then-”Gojo began but stopped when you hit his arm, “Ow.”

“Why would you say that?” You hissed at him.

Dr. Johnson just laughed, “I’m pretty sure you’re having a girl. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Same amount of pictures as always, Mr. Gojo.”

“Yep,” he said proudly.

Dr. Johnson left you with a few tissues to clean off the ultrasound gel as she talked you through what the next month would look like. It was pretty much just time to get big, with plenty of round ligament pain to look forward to. Gojo asked when he might be able to start feeling the baby’s kick and was adorably crestfallen when she said it might be a good while longer.

As you left out of the doctor’s office the two of you shopped around a bit for cute furniture for the house. You picked out a few pieces that would be shipped to the house. Gojo took his time fawning over baby cribs.

“Look, this one is a circle!” he said pointing at the crib.

“Ah yes, for baby fight night,” you said in jest.

“It does kind of look like an arena. Okay what about this! It’s in the shape of a moon!”

“And it’s nearly a thousand dollars. Satoru, she will have this crib for maybe two years, three is pushing it. There’s no need to go all out.”

“But I want it to be fun.”

“I think she’ll have plenty of fun with you as her father. She can have a normal crib.”

“You’ve been really nice to me lately. You’re not falling for me are you?” he bumped into your shoulder lightly.

You hummed, “Baby’s making me soft. Plus it’s true. I’m sure she’ll have a ball with you.”

“Thanks. You’re gonna be great too. Not as fun as me obviously.”

“Oh obviously,” you laughed.

“But still good.”

“Thanks.” You nodded, eyes slowly blinking closed as you struggled to look to stay fully alert.

“You look dead on your feet, mama.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m tired as fuck. Work really took it out of me. I wound up on the phone with this doctor all day trying to figure out the status of a prescription. It was a mess.”

“When are you going to take your maternity leave? You know you don’t have to keep working… in fact I’d like it better if you didn’t.”

“Oh why? So I can lay in your bed with open legs all day.”

“Well I wouldn’t say no to that, but just so you won’t be in pain. And we can get ready for the baby. And then when she’s born so you can spend time with her.”

“I like my job. Today was a bitch, but I like the other pharmacists, and I like my regulars. Plus they never make me stand long. I’ve got my only little place to sit. Plus, I’ve been shadowing for a better position. Pays more with fewer hours. So everything is going to plan.”

“Right, you are the one with the plan.”

You nodded, “I intend to work up until the week of my due date and then go on leave for six months. I’ve already cleared it with my boss, and she says it won’t affect my standing for my promotion and I have that in writing.”

“Wow, and what will you do when you have to go back?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like with the baby? We could hire a nanny-”

Your eyes widened behind the lenses of your glasses and you seemed so genuinely bewildered and crestfallen, “I thought she would stay with you, Satoru.”

“You… you trust me enough for that? But what if I’m no good? I’ve never taken care of a baby before. What if I mess up?” It was his turn to look incredibly worried.

Your worry fell away immediately, “I’m not worried about that. We’ve got six months to figure it out together, plus my mom will probably help you out. You’ll be alright.”

“I’m glad one of us has faith in me.”

You laughed, “This is the first time I’ve ever seen you be unsure of yourself. If I didn’t believe in you, I wouldn’t have taken this journey with you, Satoru.”

You and Gojo decided that you would wait to tell everyone the sex of the baby until the baby shower so that people wouldn’t automatically start getting pink gifts. Gojo hired painters for the new house so that everything could be done before your furniture came. That meant you couldn’t be in the house because of the fumes. You’d kind of gotten used to living with Gojo anyway. You felt cold in the morning if he wasn’t right behind you, resting his chin on your head while you tried to make yourself a cup of tea. And maybe it was too quiet on the rare moments when you woke up and Gojo was gone to do important business person stuff. You didn’t understand his job, and he, mercifully, did not try to explain it. All you knew was that he was drop dead gorgeous in a suit and you often thought about getting fucked in a corner office, so there was that.

For once you were hanging out with Janelle on a saturday, the two of you usually convened after you got off from work but she’d been incredibly busy this month and you were… well you were with Gojo.

“The two of you are reallycozy. You can’t tell me there’s nothing there. I won’t believe you.”

You huffed a little laugh, “I don’t know. We make a good team. I’ve been really happy,” you said and the truth of your own words surprised you, “I didn’t expect him to be so reliable. I mean he’s an idiot. And he sends me thirst traps at inappropriate times, but… he’s dependable which I think I needed more than I thought I did. I’ve always just kinda been good by myself you know. And of course I know you’re there for me, but it’s not the same as a partner. And I spent all this time completely sure that I was fine, never finding anyone who I could just fall into step with and then Satoru of all people knocks me up.”

“Life is funny like that. Remember when I thought people who get married after a year of dating were delusional?” She said and you laughed because she and Kento got married after one year of dating. They just knew.

“Well, you are delusional.”

“Oh shut up,” she laughed.

“There’s not a label on it but I think I really like him and I feel like he really likes me.”

“I think it’s okay to go slowly in this. You’ve got a baby between the two of you. Rash decisions can cause for unnecessary heartbreak. For once in your life you’re just having fun,” she teased.

You laughed, “I guess you’re right. And I’m really happy about it. So you can tell Kento to stop sending Gojo the death glare every time he sees us together.”

“Never going to happen!” Nanami called from the kitchen.

“You nosey, eavesdropper!” Janelle yelled back.

For a while you thought you were envious of the bond Nanami and Janelle had. Obviously you didn’t want either of thembut that type of camaraderie appealed to you. When you’d picture the kind of man that you’d want you pictured the strong silent type. But in retrospect, that never would have worked. You felt very well matched with Gojo.

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Chapter 2 Summary: You have an… interesting relationship with the father of your unborn child.

A/N: Archive of our own saw this first. But I know some people only read on tumblr so here you go.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, Light choking

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Master List

This baby was sucking the life out of you. It had been a week and a half since you spoke to Gojo in any serious capacity. He came to your apartment with flowers and chocolate to apologize for the premature pregnancy announcement. You’d cursed him out and slammed your door in his face. He’d made the wise decision to keep your correspondence to text.

• Open house today, in like an hour?
• Can’t. Too sick to move.
• I’m coming over.
• Don’t
• Let me take care of my baby.

You just rolled your eyes. Gojo was impossible sometimes. Just like he promised, he came over to your apartment. You opened the door after a few knocks, because it really wasn’t worth the trouble of turning him away. Even if you were mad at him.

“Aw, you look miserable,” he frowned as he looked at you. He was in a hoodie. It was early spring so the weather kept fluctuating. You were sure it was killing him to be this covered up. He had bags in his hands and he moved past you to go inside.

“Gojo what’s all that?”

“Well, I read somewhere that ginger could help soothe your stomach, and Nanamin gave me a recipe that he said should be easy for you to eat and it has folic acid, which is apparently something you need.” He spoke as he toed off his shoes at the door. He went straight to your kitchen. You followed after him to complain about him barging his way into your home.

“Hush,” he sighed, “Go lay down. You’re dead on your feet.”

“Satoru-”

“Don’t Satoru me. I can tell you’re not feeling well,” he said. When he decided to come over he half expected you to be fine and just using an excuse not to go house hunting with him. You were still mad about the Twitter thing after all, though he felt like you were overreacting. Seeing you, though, confirmed that you weren’t feeling well at all. Your under eyes were dark and the usual vibrancy in your complexion was gone. Even so, you were wearing a big t-shirt and it was utterly adorable so he didn’t even care about spending his day with you.

“No, so you can burn my kitchen down? No, I think I’ll stay right here.”

“Well then, sit down, please. What have you eaten today?”

“I tried oatmeal… the smell didn’t agree with me. And then I thought eggs, and the was a no, so I kinda gave up.”

“So you’re running on empty. That’s not good. This book I was reading said that you should strive for many small meals throughout the day instead of three big ones.”

“Oh.”

“We’ll have to find foods that don’t make you sick. It could take some trial and error though.” He glanced at you again and saw you sitting at your little kitchen table. He hadn’t really been in your place before, but it was homey, if not a little cramped for his size. It wouldn’t do at all. He would have to get you into a house ASAP. How was he supposed to cook meals for his kid in this tiny kitchen? It wasn’t sustainable. You gave him little pointers about where things were in the kitchen all while you struggled to even keep your head up.

While the food simmered he came over to you, patting the top of your bonnet, “You haven’t even started yelling at me, yet. You must really feel bad.”

“Yeah, Satoru, I’m- I’m not feeling it,” you said forlornly.

You just looked so sad as you said that, it made his heart hurt. Despite his reputation, he actually really did hate seeing people upset. He hated it most of all when it was people he cared about, and he cared about you. He cared about you a lot, actually.

He took a seat and then tugged you over to him. You made annoyed sounds as you tried to pull back, “Let me hold you. Come on, you’ve done far dirtier things in my lap. And it looks like you could use a hug.”

You really could. You woke up feeling like the world was all storm clouds and gloomy days. You’d cried in the shower about god knows what, you just felt so sad. For that reason, you allowed Gojo to pull you into his lap. He was so much bigger than you, and admittedly, he gave good hugs. He held you tightly and put his chin on your shoulder.

“My poor baby,” he crooned, rocking you gently.

“Shut the fuck up.”

He laughed, hugging you tighter, “Look on the bright side. Your boobs are bigger.”

“That’s not the bright side. They hurt.”

“Want me to kiss ‘em. It’ll make ‘em better.”

“Fuck you,” You went to get up but he tightened his hold on you.

“Alright, alright, I’ll behave,” he chuckled and you stopped trying to get out of his lap. Gojo was warm and he smelled really good, distinctly edible but not exactly sweet… like notes of almond with something clean and crisp running through it to keep the warmth of the almond without being too overpowering. You closed your eyes, as you felt your eyelids getting heavy.

He only moved to go stir the soup, and he gave you a small bowl just to put something in your stomach.

“You shouldn’t lie down right after eating, it’ll give you heartburn,” Gojo said when you were finished and just barely keeping your eyes open, “Why don’t we go watch a movie or something? We can shop through houses online too.”

“Mmkay,” you answered, though there wasn’t much conviction in your voice. You made it through a solid ten minutes of a movie before you were curled up against him fast asleep. He looked at houses on his phones while you snoozed.

• Dude, wyd?

A text from Geto popped up and he answered with a picture of you tucked under his arm.

• Really?
• She’s sick :(
• Yeah, she’s pregnant. We’re not going out tonight are we?
• Idk. It’s only five.
• I will never understand why you’re so hung up on her. But this just means I don’t have to compete with you for the prettiest woman in the room.
• So I’m doing you a favor. You’re welcome.

Geto was bitter about the situation and Gojo knew it, but there was nothing to be done about it. He wasn’t going to treat you badly. He sighed heavily and went back to scrolling through houses. Geto would get over it. Gojo wasn’t going to leave you to do this all on your own. This was more important than a night out. He wondered, while you were sleeping, if his parents were ever like this… but he’d never seen his father be particularly affectionate to his mother and his mother was just as cold. You were, well compared to them, you were the sun. You were warm, affectionate, caring. He looked down at your peaceful sleeping face and snapped a selfie to make his home screen.

When you woke up some time later you apologized for falling asleep on him like that, “Oh I bet you had something more important to do, and I just used you as a pillow.”

“It’s my baby making you tired, the least I can do is be a good pillow. I can stay the night if you want.”

“Nice try, Satoru.”

“Well I can stay for the next few hours. I’ve saved some houses for us to look at. What do you think?“ He gave you his phone and you scrolled through the houses he liked. He seemed to favor modern designs, which wasn’t bad but all of the houses were kind of far away, and very pricey, plus they seemed to lack the warmth that a family home should have. While you had his phone an unsaved number texted him but his phone.

• Heyyy free tonight?

Gojo snatched his phone out of your hand, before coughing nervously, “Sorry about that.”

“No big deal, we’re not dating,” you shrugged, “Look you don’t have to hang around like this just because you think it’s your responsibility. You’re doing a lot for me. Go out, have fun. Be the infamous Satoru Gojo. I’m not going anywhere. This baby has me wiped out. I’m probably just gonna sleep.”

“I’m sleepy too, honestly,” he lied, but feigned a yawn to sell the story. He just didn’t want to leave.

“Well then go home.”

“You’re so cruel. You’d put the father of your child out of your home,” he pouted.

“I’m just gonna watch some rom-coms in bed. Really, it’s nothing fun,”

“Well I wanna do it with you. It’ll be fun.”

You paused, maybe it would be nice. He was the father of your unborn baby. Maybe it would be nice to be close to him, even if it never went beyond an intimate friendship. It wouldn’t do you any good to be in love with him. Gojo collected the hearts of women like it was an idle pass time. However forming a genuine friendship would make co parenting easier.

“Okay. I’m gonna have more soup. It was very good.”

“See? I’m totally going to be great at this dad thing! And when I get you a house you’ll be less cramped and she’ll have plenty of room to grow.”

“She?” You asked, pulling back to look at him.

He grinned, “Oh yeah, I want a daughter. Sons are hard to raise. I want a daughter and she’s going to be a total daddy’s girl.”

You smiled at that, “Hm I thought you’d want a son.”

“No way. Boys get terrible egos after puberty. Girls do too but big egos are better for girls. I hope her ego is as big as yours.”

You scoffed, “Yours is bigger though.”

“You think I’m big?” He asked with barely contained giggles.

“Oh fuck off, Satoru.” You hit his chest as you stood. It would be easier to be stern with Gojo if you didn’t find him funny. You ate again, this time with Gojo before you went back to your room to watch a rom/com that Gojo picked out. He kept showing you houses, though you noticed that Do Not Disturb was on. He showed you beautiful houses that were far more than you could ever afford. He preferred a big backyard in a place with a nice school district and no less than 4 bedrooms.

“Oh… that one is nice,” you breathed looking at a house that reminded you of a story book. The garden was a bit overgrown by design and there were climbing roses on one side.

Gojo looked at it for a bit, checking off his mental list of things a house had to have for him to even think about it. It had good bare bones, he decided. Definitely worth looking at if you were so taken by it. He sent the link to his realtor and continued browsing. He was getting a good idea for what you liked. He’d been picking strictly modern designs while you gravitated towards older homes. He watched you fall in love with a Tudor styled home and an equally stylish bungalow.

“You’re such a romantic,” he teased, “You won’t be the princess of the house you know.”

Your face fell a little, “Well why not?”

“Because we’re having a baby, genius! She’s gonna be the princess.”

“And what if we have a son?”

“You still won’t be a princess. You’ll be a queen, but I knowit’s a girl and she’ll be the princess and you’ll just have to live with that.”

You smiled at him and it felt like he could hardly breathe, “I can live with that. You know if you mean it.”

“Of course I mean it. Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrugged, “I grew up without a dad. Sometimes men just don’t want to settle down. I always respected him for just sending child support and not bothering us.”

Gojo frowned, “I thought women with daddy issues were like hyper sexual.You barely fuck.”

“Rude. I mean I guess it happens… but my mom got on just fine without a man. I’ve lived this long without one. Men are optional in my eyes.”

“Ouch.”

“You can’t make someone stay if they don’t want to. So you know… don’t feel like we have to force this because we’re having a baby. We can just be friends who have a baby.”

He thought about that. He wished Geto could hear how many outs you gave him in just one visit. Maybe then he’d believe you weren’t in it for the money. More often than not it sounded like you were trying to talk him into leaving you.

“You’re always going to mean more to me than a friend.”

“And… and what if I miscarry. What then?”

“Then I’ll be here for you,” he frowned, “Why? Are you not feeling well?”

“No it’s just… I love how excited you are for this baby. It helps me a lot. I get in my own head a lot and I can start getting kinda gloomy but… but it’s still early and you made sure that everyone knows that I’m pregnant and if I- if I don’t carry to term-“ you were getting choked up just thinking about it. It was enough to miscarry. The trauma of that scared you but to have a whole crowd of people knowing that you failed to carry your baby, it was petrifying.

“Then you’ll need me even more,” Gojo said and then sighed, “but I get what you’re saying.”

You lost your battle with your tears and put your face in your hands as you cried all the fear and frustration out. This baby really knocked out your ability to regulate your emotions. Gojo wrapped both of his arms around you and held you to his side.

“I feel like you only like me because I’m pregnant and I feel so bad tying you down like this,” you blubbered because your emotions were truly getting the better of you and you couldn’t have held it back if you tried.

He shushed you gently rubbing your arm, “Don’t be stupid. I’ve liked you for years. You just didn’t like me, you cruel woman.”

“Huh?” You used the collar of your big shirt to dry your eyes even though the tears were still coming. He pulled back so he could hold your face. He held your jaw and angled your face to look up at him.

“I saw you for the first time at Janelle’s birthday party. When she and Nanami first started dating. You were in white, and you were the most beautiful woman in the room. We sat beside each other during dinner, and I couldn’t stop laughing at everything you said. I thought you were so smart and funny. Then it was like you dropped off the face of the earth. I kept going to gatherings at Kento’s place but you were always at the ones I couldn’t make and never at the ones I could. I thought you were avoiding me at first. But then I’d see you at a few parties and we’d talk and you were just the same as before. When we got to talk on New Years it was… well you know how that went. But I took all night to get the courage to talk to you.”

“Courage?”

“Yeah. You’re super hot, and you kept making me giggle. I got a new haircut for you and everything.”

“I inspired the mullet, well I guess it wasn’t for nothing. It’s really hot and it got me pregnant,” you joked, smiling tearfully. He changed his hold on your face so he could wipe your tears for you.

“I guess it did do the job, huh? We’re for-lifers now, mama. We’re gonna have the cutest baby in the world.”

You scoffed before leaning into his touch. It was nice to have someone hold you. Pregnancy was a big change, a huge change and sometimes you felt like you were just running forward blindly. So much could go wrong, but when Gojo talked about the baby, everything felt so concrete. It’s like you could see the future perfectly and it would be alright. You wondered if that’s how he saw the world. He was just so certain that everything would work.

“C’mere,” he pulled at you and you let him pull you into his lap until you were straddling him. There was a reason you wound up pregnant. He was handsome, criminally so, and worse still he knew it. His hands moved down to hold your thighs. You could be friends who had a baby and who maybe sorta kinda fucked, right?

“Satoru,” you complained, moving to get out of his lap, “We can’t do this okay. We’re already gonna have a baby, let’s not blur the lines any more than they already are.”

“Oh the lines are already blurred,” he laughed, holding you in place, “You let me take care of you all day, get all cute and emotional, and now you want to worry about lines? You’re funny.”

“I’m so glad you think my crazy hormones are funny.”

“We could do this, you know? Not just for the baby, but for us.”

“What is ‘this’?” You demanded.

“This, us. We can try it,” he said.

He believed what he was saying, you decided and maybe he was on to something. You should at least try, for the baby. If you never tried then how would you know that it wouldn’t work. Sure, your mom did it on her own but that doesn’t mean she never wished that she could have had a partner to help, the other half of her child should have been there to help. You settled into his lap again and he interlaced his fingers behind your back. You fussed with his hair, where it fell over his forehead.

“I hope our baby doesn’t get your big ass forehead.”

He gasped, truly affronted, “My forehead is normal!”

You pushed his hair back and made a sound of disagreement even though he was right, “Mmm you got that wide screen forehead. That IMAX theater dome.”

“I was being nice to you!”

You giggled before leaning forward to kiss his forehead, “If you mean it, Satoru… then we should go out sometime. Maybe don’t skip to getting in pants.”

He pouted, “But I mean, we’ve already crossed that bridge-”

“Satoru, I slept with you because I never intended to do it again.”

“You were using me?” he said in an appalled tone.

You rolled your eyes, “You knew what it was. It was New Years, my resolution was to have fun. You were fun.”

“Wow, so I’m just dick to you. I see how it is.”

“Well, I’m offering to date you now. You’re the one who’s trying to stay dick. I was looking out for you.”

“Fine, but that means you have to let me take you out, and that’s hard for you.”

“I just don’t like the thought of just being a responsibility,” you grumbled, “if you’re doing stuff for me because you think you should, I’d rather it was stuff directly for the baby.”

“Spent my whole life being irresponsible and the one time I try to do the right thing here you are trying to lighten the load. I’m taking you out. And you’re gonna get all pretty for me, and we are going to have fun,” he leaned forward until his face was right in front of yours. His eyes flicked down to look at your lips before he met your gaze again.

“You wanna kiss me so badly it makes you look stupid.” You sighed, noticing just how small the distance between your lips was.

“Well I’m always the stupid one as long as you’re around, bookworm.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed him, because it felt good, because Gojo was a good kisser. There wasn’t any other rationale behind it. The hard metal of his tongue piercing, moved against your own tongue in a manner that demanded your attention and had you thinking about that night, how his tongue felt between your legs, the way his blue eyed stare darkened as his pupils were blown wide with lust. Gojo just looked like trouble. That’s why you did it. You were tired of always making the right choice. You wanted to make the choice that felt good. You were so tiredof being good. You were already pregnant with his kid. What’s the worst that could happen?

You could wind up like one of the women trying to reach a man with his phone on Do Not Disturb. You could start loving him, honestly loving him and he could just bail out. The idea of putting the title of father on him was daunting. You couldn’t expect him to be your boyfriend too. That was trying your luck. You pulled away and sighed heavily.

“Satoru, you don’t want this.”

“I promise. I do,” he said, trying to press your lips together again.

“You want to have sex with me. You don’t really want me though. I’m not going to let you ruin this tenuous friendship we’ve got because you’re horny,” you said firmly and then pulled his hands off of you so that you could get out of his lap, “You should go.”

He frowned but he could tell you meant business, “Fine, call me if you need anything.”

“Yeah I will. You’ve been a great help today. Thanks.”

You walked him to the door trying to ignore how goddamn sad he looked to be leaving. In your heart you knew this was the responsible decision. It was better for both you and Gojo if things never went beyond that kiss. However the moment he was gone you were punching the air in frustration. It had been almost three months since you got any action. Three whole months.

You immediately got on the phone to talk to Janelle. She greeted you warmly as she always did and you repaid that kindness with the most criminally horny thing you could have said, “If I don’t get fucked soon I swear my coochie is going to crawl away from my body.”

“Whoa! You are on speaker!”

“Kento has heard worse from me. I’ve already disappointed him.”

“I have not heard worse. That was appalling.” He called. His voice sounded quite a bit further away than Janelle’s.

“Sorry, Kento.”

“I’m taking you off speaker,” she said and then you heard her readjusting, “Okay. I’m sorry you feel that way. Maybe you could start dating,”

“While pregnant? Not likely.”

“It could be fun. You meet someone, get to know them, one thing leads to another.”

“I’m picky. I mean look, Satoru is an idiot but fuck he’s sexy. He comes over here and he makes me food, and he lets me nap in his arms and I- God Janelle I almost rode him like a wild stallion.”

“Oh wow… but you didn’t, right?”

“No, but we kissed… I definitely kissed him. And I know he’s a bad idea.”

“Actually… if you have to have casual sex with someone he’d be your best bet. I mean he seems excited about the baby so he’s not gonna spontaneously ax murder you.”

“You’re supposed to be talking me down from making a stupid choice!” You groaned, throwing your head back in grief.

“Well the smart decision is to just handle it yourself. But if you’re going to seek outside help-“

“It’s just that the worst thing I could do is catch feelings. And my hormones are all over the place and I’m wetall the time. I feel like I could leave a snail trail wherever I go!”

“Oh wow. You are on one today.”

“I feel like I’m in fucking heat!” You complained.

“Take a cold shower or something.”

The next day Gojo was knocking on your door bright and early. You were too busy getting rid of your breakfast. You thought you wanted a nice savory bagel with cream cheese but you finished one half of a half of the bagel only for your stomach to turn violently. It was brutal, and you still felt sleepy like you did yesterday. After the initial knocking on the door, you heard your phone start ringing. It took you a bit to get up, and by that time the knocking had started again.

“GIMME A MINUTE DAMN!” you yelled at the door before you grabbed your mouth wash. You at least wanted to get the smell of vomit off of your breath.

When you opened the door you were not the least bit surprised to see Gojo there. He grinned at you only for his smile to drop.

“You look horrible.”

“Aw, thanks babe,” you said bitterly, walking away from the door so Gojo could come in.

“I’m sorry, we’ve got an open house for that little bungalow you liked. Get some pants on.”

“Satoru,” you complained.

“I’ll feed you after, come on.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“You’re supposed to be letting me date you, remember? So open house, then a date and I’ll have you home at a reasonable time, mama.” He came over and started tugging at your arms.

“I don’t feel good.”

“Alright, then that’ll put the pressure on the realtor. And you don’t feel good because you’re hungry. You’ve gotta feed my baby. She’s in there raging,” he bent down and put one of his massive hands on your stomach, “Mama, feed me mama!”

You slapped his hand away, “Fine! Fine! Let me go get dressed. And I don’t want to go out. I wanna go back home.”

“Do you spend every weekend in your apartment?”

“Well dammit I pay rent here I might as well be home!”

“That won’t last long. When I get you this house you gotta come out with me.”

“Satoru, I’m pregnant. I can’t drink, or be around secondhand smoke, and I can’t do anything crazy.”

“I’m straight edge! It’s the only thing straight about me and I have a great time!”

“You don’t do any drugs?” you asked poking your head out from the hallway to look at him He was still standing in the middle of your living room. You noticed now that he was wearing a button up of all things. The sleeves were folded up, and he intentionally left buttons undone. To show off the symmetrical arrows tattooed under his collarbones.

“Nope. Not my thing,” he shook his head, “Perfect dad material right?”

“That kinda makes it worse. I thought you were high all this time and that’s why you act Like That.”

“Rude, hurry up before we’re late. This is one thing we have to be on time to. You actually liked this house. Go get the dead look out of your eyes. Oh and, baby, you can’t show how much you like the place. They’ll hike up the price.”

“Shut the fuck up!” you groaned as you walked down the hall.

“Maybe put on some makeup. Cover your bags!” He threw back, “Maybe you wouldn’t have had trouble sleeping if you let me put you to sleep.”

“Fuck you!”

“You could have! My guard was lowered, you were all cute and pouty. I would have changed your life.”

“You’ve already changed my life Gojo! A baby does that. My body will never be the same! Does that make you happy?”

“A little, your tits have been looking amazing. I’ve seen fake ones that were less enticing.”

You elected to stop talking to him. He was being ridiculous. You tossed on a sundress because there was no way that you could wear any of your jeans. Nothing but your sundresses fit. You did a quick little makeup look and came back out to see Gojo was gone. Then you turned to see him in your kitchen going through your cabinets.

“Satoru, get the hell out my cabinets!”

“Why don’t you have any sweet stuff?” he complained, as he closed the cabinet. He turned to look at you and then paused. You didn’t know what the hell his problem was but you were over it.

“I prefer savory snacks, now I thought we had a time sensitive appointment! You spent all that time rushing me and now you’re dragging your ass.”

He rolled his eyes, obviously breaking out of whatever momentary stupor he’d just been in, “Come on then.”

Satoru drove a sports car. You’d been in it exactly once, on the drive from the New Years party to his place. It had been exhilarating that night. He drove with all the windows down, and laughed at you singing at the top of your lungs to the music on the radio. You wish you could say that you were drunk. It would make this whole situation less your fault, but you were sober. You were eager to get to the funpart of your life.

“Okay,” Gojo said as he started the car. You put on your seat belt, and tried to ignore the obnoxious blue accents on the interior. You knew that at night there were blue lights inside and under the car. It was cool as fuck, even if it was tasteless. You turned to look at him, only to see him putting on his sunglasses.

“First rule of buying a house, I don’t care if this is your dream house, don’t act like you like it, and we’ll discuss our opinions outside of the house. Next, let me do all the talking. You just stand there and look ambivalent. Definitely tell me though if you don’t even like the place. We’ll save ourselves some time.”

“Oh wow what’s next, do I have to look at the ground while we’re there, so I don’t look too interested?” you asked, sarcasm dripping off your tone.

He gave you a little look of exasperation before pulling out of his parking spot. He turned up his radio since you didn’t seem like you were in a talking mood. He wondered if you were always this grumpy. He didn’t remember you being grumpy. You smiled at him so much that night. He remembered laughing so hard his stomach hurt when you’d stuck your head out of the window to scream/sing “Drunk in Love” at a red light. He’d had to tug you back in when the light turned green. You were giggling like mad before you turned to look at him and put your imaginary microphone up to his mouth when it was Jay Z’s part. It was fun, youwere fun.

He noticed you bobbing your head to the music.He could see your lips moving as you lip synced. Maybe that girl was still in there somewhere. Gojo could be patient when it suited him. It didn’t come to him easily but he could manage it. You didn’t really look at him much while he drove which gave him a chance to admire the bright yellow sundress you were wearing and how it set off your skin, and your boobs look phenomenal.

You were looking at Gojo. You were just looking at his reflection in his heavily tinted windows. In truth, you were also looking at how he drove, with one hand on the steering wheel, and his arm leaning on the door. The other rested on the gearshift. You were pretty sure that his stupid fancy car was a manual. You tried not to focus on the sight of his hand loosely curled around the gear shift, or the sight of his forearms and the subtly defined muscles there. He stole another glance at you, and you figured he wanted to talk, but it was a bad idea to talk to him. In the middle of it all, you always got unreasonably angry with his bullshit.

The house was just like it looked on the website. Its overgrown climbing roses were just as charming as they looked in the pictures. Gojo put his arm over your shoulder and you had to crane your head all the way back to look at him.

“Why are you touching me?” you demanded stepping to the side to get away from him.

“We’re supposed to be a happy couple looking for our first home.”

“Why are we playing games? You want to buy me a house. Just say that. Money is money.”

“Eh, these sellers wanna sell to a nice young soon-to-be family. Oh speaking of!” He reached into his pocket and you paused to see what he was doing. He grabbed your left hand and tried to slide a ring on your finger.

“Hey! Cut it out!”

“Calm down, it’s just for the look. You’ll give it back after this. Jeez, the more we look like a nuclear family the better chance we have at these house viewings.”

“Wait… how many houses are we seeing.”

“Just three today, after this one. Come on, put it on.”

You let him put the ring on you. It was a little loose but not horrible. If this is what he felt like he needed to do then so be it. You were just here to judge houses. And apparently you were expected to do so silently. He put his arm around you again.

“Just be the cute little pregnant woman you are. I’ll do all the convincing that we’re married.”

“Where’s your ring?”

He held up his hand to show off a dark band, “We’ve been married a year and we’re finally looking for our dream home,” he pretended swoon, putting more weight on you. You immediately punched him in the side, trying to get him to let you go.

“Ow,” he called out then laughed, “You are small but mighty!”

“Shut up!”

Gojo was taller than most people but you were actually considered short so he was exceptionally tall to you. Just having to look up at him was pissing you off. You deliberately stayed several feet away away from Gojo so that you could comfortably look up at him.

“What the fuck are you so tall for? Ole giraffe built ass,” you said softly as you crossed your arms. Gojo only laughed at your chagrin.

“Focus on the house, mama,” He reprimanded, and you had to admit that you hadn’t given the house much more than an initial glance. It had a nice sized front yard, no fence though, but it looked like maybe the back was fenced in. The flower beds out front were nice and taken care of. You wondered if the sellers might dig it up when they went to sell. They had to know that the beautiful flora was a major selling point. There wasn’t really substantial porch space, which you found a little disappointing. Sure you knew that going in, but you were only just now thinking about it.

Gojo led the way into the house, holding your wrist to pull you in behind him. You could hear other people inside, talking about the place. A happy looking realtor popped out of nowhere in his clean pressed suit to greet you both. He actually startled you quite a bit with his overenthusiastic, “Hello there!”

He actually startled you quite a bit, and you were glad to be behind Gojo’s massive form.

“You must be the last couple we’re waiting for,” the realtor continued, “follow me.”

You looked around the entry way with distaste. The inside of the house was just so dark. And there were so many walls. The short lead into the cramped and sunless front room told you all you needed to know.

“Satoru,” you called and waited for him to look at you, “I don’t like it.”

“Oh thank god!” he exclaimed, before abruptly turning the two of you around, “We’re actually good. You all have fun.”

The two of you hit a sharp u-turn back out the door. Gojo breathed a heavy sigh when the two of you left out.

“That place was suffocating. I thought my head was gonna hit the ceiling,” he complained.

You snorted, “Maybe I should have let you buy it then. No giraffes allowed in there.”

“Oh I wasn’t going to buy it, but I was going to judge your taste.”

“I’m looking for something more open, with more natural light, you know. Maybe fewer walls. I don’t like a completely open concept, but we can let the room breathe.”

He nodded along thoughtfully before taking out his phone to look at his watch, “Well we’ve got three hours before we’re set to meet my realtor. You didn’t keep down your breakfast, so let’s feed you, mama.”

You didn’t object. Your stomach was so very empty. This baby had the audacity to make you so violently ill, but to also be unreasonably hungry. Gojo picked out the restaurant you went to. You were glad he didn’t ask you what you wanted to eat because you really didn’t know. Whatever it was, you wanted it to be good. This was another breakfast place, which made sense it was early. Sitting across from him you wondered how often he did this. Not home buying, but sitting to have a meal with a woman. He had a reputation for sending women packing just as fast as he got them home. When you ventured into taking him for a test drive you were not interested in being toldyou weren’t wanted. You had your fun and you dipped. You didn’t need him thinking that you were yet another woman desperately trying to get him to stay. He averaged one night with women. You weren’t under any impression that you would get special treatment.

“So… I feel like we should talk about yesterday,” you breathed.

“Sure,” he said before throwing the paper from his straw into your cleavage. It landed right in the middle. He gave a triumphant fist pump before grinning at you. You quickly grabbed the piece of paper and threw it as hard as you could at his face. It bounced off his cheek harmlessly.

“I was going to say,” you began through clenched teeth, “That I was being rash. Pregnancy hormones are something else, and I know that you don’t do relationships and I’m not asking you to try for me. I was just-”

“Horny?” he asked.

You huffed. You didn’t know why you kept trying to have delicate conversations with him, “Yeah. I was just horny.”

“I tried to take care of that for you,” he said on a sigh.

“I’m pregnant, and you run through women like it’s nothing. I can’t take the chance of catching anything from you. It’ll affect our baby.”

“I always use protection.”

“Satoru, we’re literally in this situation because the condom broke. Plus you went down on me without a dental dam. You engage in risky behaviors.”

He was quiet for a moment and you watched him purse his lips before looking out of the window and speaking, “You were different.” He said it barely above a murmur but you heard him.

“So you don’t go around showing off what that tongue piercing can do?” you said in utter disbelief. He had to be lying. Gojo was too much of a slut to just have that tongue piercing for aesthetic purposes.

“Well I got it in college. That was a different time; I was practicing my craft.” he shrugged as if he just said the most normal thing in the world to you.

“Uh huh.”

Gojo seemed annoyed by your disbelief, “Well what are you gonna do? Getting with other guys is risky and that’s a long nine months, mama.”

“Don’t worry about that, Satoru. The point is, I don’t want to encourage you in thinking that we’re going to be something we’re not. And I don’t want to make you feel like you have to change for me or anything. I really just expect you to be a father all this other stuff…”

He hummed thoughtfully, “I can use my fingers. I hear I’m pretty good with my hands.”

You looked at his hands reflexively. He still had the pseudo wedding band on. He had big hands, which again he was a very tall man, but still there was a grace to be found in his hands that was utterly captivating.

“Be serious,” you complained.

“I am. Look, I know I don’t have the right to say it, but if anyone’s gonna scratch that itch for you, I’d much prefer it was me. You’re carrying precious cargo, you can’t trust every man to be gentle with you, or to care whether or not you get yours.”

His tone was more serious than you’d heard since he proclaimed that he would be taking care of his baby and by extension you. He’d set those eyes on you in such a way that showed he was telling absolutely nothing but the truth. All of the usual joking mirth disappeared from his gaze, looking you over curiously.

“I’ll make you comfortable, mama, you know I’m good for it.”

You cleared your throat and looked away from him, “Let’s table this conversation.”

That’s when the smile broke out again. He leaned back in the booth, “Alright. We’ll put a pin in it for later… but just so you know I’ve got a clean bill of health from my doctor.”

He was all too pleased with himself. Being serious with Gojo was such a losing game. Now here you were crossing your legs under the table, worried about the state of your underwear. Instead of having needed conversations, you eyed the menu. You’d usually go for an omelet or something, but eggs weren’t agreeing with you. You got stuck on the banana foster pancakes and couldn’t look away. Just the thought of that much sugar would usually be sickening to you, but as you read the description, you were nothing but intrigued.

“I think you’ll like the next three houses. I picked them out.”

“Mm, then I’m sure to hate them.”

“I have a nice house already!”

You didn’t say anything because the outside of his house was nice… but it was definitely decorated like a man lived there. The things he cared about were perfectly put together, but it lacked the kind of decoration and thought that would make it homey.

“Whatever, I took into account the things you like. I’m not going to tell you which one I think is best, because you’ll hate it on principle.”

The two of you ordered and Gojo seemed surprise by your pick. You did tell him early that you preferred savory food. He was going to question it, but then you yawned and he remembered just how tired you looked earlier.

“Late night.”

“I couldn’t get to sleep,” you nodded.

“You’re not still drinking caffeine are you?”

“Of course not. I don’t really know what the deal is, but I’m just blaming it on being pregnant.”

“You know you fell asleep really easily when I was there.”

“Satoru, we said we were tabling that conversation.”

“I’m talking about sleep, you little perv,” he grinned and you looked for something to throw at him. You settled for a sugar packet. When the food came you were excited about how your food looked… but Gojo got tres leches pancakes and it looked really good. You looked at his food longingly and the words were out before you could recall them.

“Can I try yours?” you asked.

“You haven’t even tried yours, yet,” he complained.

You pouted and grabbed your fork and the cut into your pancakes with the side of it. Your food was delicious but you were still after his.

“Please, can I just have one bite? It looks really good.”

He took a deep breath and slid the plate towards you. You cut off a section to try it and Gojo took his plate back. Except his food was really good. It wasn’t better than yours but you wanted more.

“Do you wanna try mine?”

“Not really.”

“Try it!”

He sighed and tried your pancakes, “It’s good-”

“I’ll give you half of mine if you give me half of yours.”

“No.”

You poked your bottom lip out and then thought of a way to win him over, “But… I thought you were going to take care of your baby? Your baby wants half of your pancakes.”

“My baby is the size of a raspberry. She doesn’t want anything,” he argued with you.

“She’s making me crave it. Come on, I’ll trade you.” You gave him a doe eyed, pleading stare. He met your gaze for a moment before he gave a big exaggerated huff before he picked up the butter knife and started cutting the stack of pancakes in half. You grinned doing a little happy dance as you did the same for him.

“You’re annoying.”

“You can’t be mean to me, I’m pregnant.” you threw back.

You were tired after eating, but Gojo mercilessly dragged you to the house viewings. His picks weren’t bad but one of them had old flooring that would need to be redone and the street it was on was busy. The other one was on a hill and the idea of your baby rolling down it into the street was to much for you to take. The third house was charming. It would need some work, but it was nice. You liked that it wasn’t far from Janelle and Kento’s place. Apparently those two told Gojo about it. You’d always heard that homebuying was a horrible process but it actually wasn’t so bad. You probably wouldn’t even feel so tired if you weren’t pregnant. There was a nice front yard, the flower beds were empty, but weeds hadn’t taken over so you could see yourself gardening. There was a large porch, and you thought about adding a porch swing to sit in on nice days. The foyer was open, and breathable. The light hardwood was a bit old but you respected the color choice. It brightened up the front and made the natural light from the windows seem even brighter. There was a big staircase that led upstairs with a sturdy looking banister. The kitchen was big enough to have a breakfast knock. It was nestled against a bay window. There were granite countertops and beautiful appliances. You eyed the double oven with interest. The kitchen looked out on the back yard which was fenced in with a beautiful deck, garden, and backyard. There was a dining room with a fancy chandelier and a very big living room on the other side of it.

Upstairs there were 4 bedrooms, and a loft area that you thought might make a nice place for all of your books. The nursery was easy to pick out, it was closest to the master bedroom, and it had the most beautiful architecture. You wondered if the family selling it didn’t use it as a nursery themselves.

You squeezed Gojo’s hand when you saw the room and he glanced down at you, but it didn’t seem like you’d done it on purpose. You were just admiring the room. He had to admit, Nanami was right when he said that this house was worth snatching up. If you didn’t like it he was tempted to get it anyway.

It wasn’t until the two of you were walking away that he got his response, “So what do you think?”

“I really like it,” you answered sheepishly, “And Janelle and Kento are right around the corner.”

“Is this the house you want?”

“I think so. I know we’re supposed to look at all the other options but-”

“Not really. I appreciate your decisiveness. We only have nine months to get a new house ready for the baby. We needed this part to go as quickly as possible.”

“Um… thanks,” you said awkwardly. It settled weirdly in your chest to have Gojo doing something so big for you. And even if it was just for the baby, it was still benefitting you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m going to put it in your name, so don’t start arguing with me about what my actual motives are. We’ll make a cash offer if we can get an inspection within the next few days.”

You nodded, not really knowing where all of this business talk was coming from, but taking it in stride nonetheless. You wound up at Gojo’s house, because he needed to make a few phone calls and the documents he needed to reference were in a safe. The last time you were in his place it was just to talk, and the time before that… you spent more time in his bedroom and in the morning you were too busy getting up and out to pay attention to the decor. It was a pretty minimalist look, save his random collections of things that interested him. It looked like he had a collection of movies, vinyl, and… digimon collectibles?

You sat on the sofa that you supposed was pretty comfortable, while you texted Janelle.

• I think it’s cute that you two are bonding
• I’m gonna move this to the group chat with Kento if you’re going to say things like that
• You’re both so negative about him. I don’t get it! You slept with him. And Kento considers him a friend.
• Satoru is an idiot… but he’s actually been kind of sweet I guess in his own way??? I’m getting a house out of the deal. Allegedly in my name.
• To be fair it’s probably just a drop in the bucket for him.

You considered that and realized she was probably right. You didn’t know whatGojo did, because he never seemed to be doing anything, but it was common knowledge that he was loaded. At some point, in the middle of texting Janelle, you got sleepy. It happened so quickly you barely even realized you were falling asleep.

Gojo came downstairs to ask you if you wanted him to take you home, only to see you fast asleep on the couch. Your mouth was open and you were breathing very heavily. He thought better of waking you and instead did his best to pick you up without disturbing your sleep. He climbed the stairs and took you to his room so he could put you in bed. After he put you down on one side, he carefully took off your glasses and put them on the night table.

“Satoru,” you mumbled sleepily.

“Mmhm.” he squatted down to look at you in bed.

“‘M sorry. Just so tired,” you breathed.

“It’s alright, mama. Sleep.”

“Hold me,” you mumbled and you said something else but he couldn’t quite make it out. Either way, he didn’t need to be told twice. He unbuttoned his shirt and went to go find pajama pants so you wouldn’t freak out when you woke up about him being pantsless. The moment he wrapped his arm around your waist once he was in bed pulling you closer to him. Your hand rested on top of his where it was on your stomach.

He let you stay the night, the night that your baby was conceived. He didn’t usually do that, he preferred to have his bed to himself, and cuddling was over the line for a one night stand, but he’d wanted you to stay. He was pleased that you didn’t try to leave, instead you asked him if he had half decent face wash and he responded by telling you that if you could get up and make it to be bathroom, he would give you the fancy shit. You got up on incredibly unsteady legs and made it to the bathroom only to give a little victory shout. When you got back in bed you pulled him on top of you, and you meant to cuddle him to your chest, but he got distracted by your boobs and wound up starting another round. So by the time that was over, you were both tired, and it was the early hours of the morning, maybe an hour or so from sunrise. He did fall asleep on your chest, listening to the steady thump of your heart slow down. He had no idea what waited for him in the future, that you would be gone in the morning, or that you’d be back and a couple of months pregnant with his child. He just knew that he didn’t mind you staying the night. He kissed your shoulder, because you couldn’t fuss at him about it. First came the house, and then he would be sure that your career wasn’t too hazardous for you, though you worked at a pharmacy, it shouldn’t be a problem, but he would see if you’d take a leave after the baby was born.

You woke up slowly, reluctant to move because you were warm and you were comfy and for once you felt like you could just go right back to sleep. You turned over and nuzzled into the warm body beside you, only for them to pull you closer. Your brain took a second to catalog what was going on. There were arms around you. Right, you fell asleep at Gojo’s, on the couch. He must have put you in his bed. You opened your eyes, ready to tease him about seizing the first opportunity to get you in his bed, but when you pulled back to look at him. He was asleep too, cheek squished against his pillow, making his perfect pink lips pucker a bit with the pressure. Gojo was really pretty. It was easier to acknowledge when he wasn’t saying or doing something stupid and instead he was just sleeping. It was the most neutral thing a human could do.

You first met Gojo at Janelle’s birthday party. Nanami gave you a serious warning about him before he even came. It was very like him to give you a run down of which one of his friends was dateable, and who you should avoid at all costs. It was Nanami’s advice to avoid Gojo at all costs.

“He’s a good friend, but that’s it. I find him completely insufferable, and he’s a notorious womanizer.”

You nodded, “Which one of your friends is dateable?” you asked in jest.

“… Ijichi and Higuruma. They are both dependable men, with well paying jobs, and they are respectful to women.”

You stifled an eye roll because those two were also completely uninteresting. If you were honest, you were only so fond of Nanami because Janelle loved him so much and you were convinced that she brought out the best in him, but she brought out the best in everyone. You wanted a love like that, where the two of you brought out the absolute best in one another. You were happy that they were dating. It was just good to see such a well matched pair. You were talking to Janelle when Gojo came in. You noticed him. Of course you did. He white hair and he came in wearing a crop top of all things. He had an undercut back then, and fewer tattoos but a certain energy filled the room when he walked in.

“You’re staring,” Janelle chided.

“Who’s that?” you asked, because you had no reason to know the face connected to the name you learned from Nanami.

“Oh, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. They’ve known Kento since high school.”

“Really? I can’t imagine Kento hanging around those two,” You saw turning your gaze to Geto who met yours with an arrogant little smirk before flicking his hair off his shoulder flippantly. He had it half up, and he was wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt that he somehow managed to pull off in a way that didn’t seem tacky.

“He didn’t really. I don’t really understand that friendship honestly, but you know,” Janelle shrugged.

Gojo and Geto joined the two of you shortly, Gojo giving Janelle a hug. She received it easily only for her whole form to be swallowed up by just how tall he was.

“I feel like Nanami’s been hiding you away. It’s been forever.”

“I’m finishing up my licensure and Kento has better things to do than hang around with you heathens. Hello, Suguru.”

“Hi,” Geto smiled.

Gojo turned and noticed you standing beside Janelle, “Well who is this shot glass of water?” he asked.

You gave him a withering glare, “You don’t even know my name yet and you have short jokes.”

“Come on, half pint,” He grinned.

“Satoru, careful, she packs a punch,” Janelle said, “and she’s my best friend.”

You told him your name and put out your hand for him to shake. He did, but he held on to it, still grinning like he knew some kind of inside joke. You just raised an eyebrow at him.

“This is Suguru by the way,” Gojo said, gesturing to his side as he quickly let your hand go as if he only just remembered that he was holding it.

You nodded at the other man politely.

“You know, you shouldn’t be so uptight about your height. Great things come in small packages,” his grin was only growing.

“Is that what you tell yourself every morning?” You asked him.

Geto snickered, putting a hand up to his mouth to stifle the sound.

Gojo shrugged, “I don’t know why don’t you find out?” Then he licked his lips and you noticed the flash of metal on his tongue and you knew Nanami was right like always. Gojo was utterly undateable. Still, he gravitated towards you, sitting beside you when everybody went outside to drink and talk. You liked that he understood your dry wit, and played along, leaning in to give you a sly remark every once in a while like you did for him. You remembered that he looked especially handsome when he was laughing at something you said.

That was almost a year ago. It would be a year in a few weeks. If someone told you that you were gonna wind up pregnant from this idiot, you would have ran for the hills. Looking at him now though… well there had to be a reason Gojo was still Nanami’s friend despite Nanami’s obvious exhaustion with him. You would have just laid there, surrendered to the fact that Gojo had you in a pretty tight hold and you weren’t getting out any time soon, but your bladder was screaming.

“Satoru,” you called, touching his face gently.

He breathed in sharply before squeezing you a little to his side, “Don’t fuss, 15 more minutes and I’ll take you home.”

“I have to go to the bathroom, jackass,” you said, but there was a giggle in your voice that made his lips quirk up before he let you go.

“In that case, come right back.”

You got out of bed to relieve yourself. You came back and you considered fussing with Gojo to get him to take you home but it was a Saturday. It’s not like you had work in the morning. You just decided to take off your bra.

Gojo heard you leave the bathroom and he was waiting for you to get back in bed. He has trouble sleeping most of the time, and sleeping with you was probably the most restful sleep he’d gotten in a while. He cracked his eyes open, ready to tell you to get in bed and he watched you pull off your bra from the neckline of your dress. He wolf whistled at the sight and you immediately threw your bra at him.

“I can’t believe you put me in your bed while I was wearing my outside clothes.”

“Anything for you mama. Now repay the favor by cuddling with me,” his words were a little slurred with sleep, and again you found that you had no real urge to argue with him about it. You hopped up on the big bed and crawled over to him.

He hummed a pleased sound as he lifted the covers for you. It was just a cuddle. You’d done far worse with this man. You laid on your side only for him to slide one arm under you and bring the other over your waist to hug you in close. He decided to shimmy down in bed until he could face plant into your chest. He rolled you over onto your back and knuzzled in a bit more.
“Ow, Satoru!” you whined, “Stop, that hurts.”

“Aw,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry, I forgot. Let me kiss ‘em better.”

He pressed a kiss to achey skin of your breast, and then on the other one as well.

“All better?”

“No,” you grumbled.

“Oh? Then how about a few more,” his voice was deeper as he spoke, kissing the skin of your chest that your dress naturally bared. Every touch of his lips against your skin was making your pulse race faster and your breath come quicker, and then he licked the soft skin of your breast. He pressed an open mouth kiss to your chest letting his tongue taste your skin as he added a light suction before pulling away to look at your chest. It occurred to him then, what he was doing and who he was doing it to. This had gone past him just fucking around to make you blush. He could feel himself getting hard. He looked up at your face to see your eyes were squeezed shut and your brow was furrowed. He really couldn’t tell if you were upset or not. It was a safer bet that you were mad, or uncomfortable so he pulled away.

“Alright, that was a bit far,” he relented, “I’ll take you home if you want.

You blinked your eyes open at him. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. You’d been trying to hold in a moan at the bittersweet feeling of his lips working against your tender breasts. It was embarrassing just how wet you were because of a few kisses. However, the thought of going home after this sounds like torture.

“Uh n-no, you can keep going… if you want,” you tried to speak as calmly as possible but there was only so much you could do with his body still pressed against you the way it was. Gojo gave you an anticipatory grin that let you know he was going to be insufferable in the morning, but you didn’t care. You needed him.

“Oh? Do my kisses make it better?” he asked, tugging at the neckline of your dress to grant himself more access to your chest. He pulled it down far enough that the neckline sat under your breasts. Your nipples were already hard, standing at attention, practically begging to be in his mouth. He couldn’t resist getting one of your nipples in his mouth even he wanted to. They were just so pretty, like little hershey kisses atop your soft breasts. You let out a high pitched whine as the hard metal of his tongue piercing pressed against your sensitive bud.

Your boobs had felt heavy achy for the last three days and the feel of his mouth was a downright sinful mix of pleasure and pain. He pulled back, sucking your nipple until it left his mouth with a poignant pop before kissing his way across your chest to your other nipple. Your hands slipped into his hair of their own volition, grabbing it to push him closer to your chest. He gave that boob the same treatment and after he pulled away he looked up at you again.

“Are you gonna let me take care of you? Or are you going to keep being difficult?” he asked.

You’d been horny for weeksand toys weren’t cutting it. Every time you tried to take care of yourself it just made the ache worse. If it was going to be someone… then it should be the person who caused all this right? You were strong willed but dammit there was a reason you were pregnant, and it was because Gojo was charming and now you knew he was a good lay.

“Please, Satoru,” you breathed, “Please fuck me.” You were going to hate yourself in the morning and you knew it, but right now you wouldn’t be able to stand walking away for him like this.

“You still know what I like to hear.” He said before burying his face in your neck to place tickling kisses. You let out a startled laugh, as you shoved at his shoulder to get him to stop. When he did though, it was to run the tip of his tongue up the underside of you jaw, all way up to your earlobe.

“I’m gonna eat you up, mama,” he said, voice pitched deep with lust. He nipped your earlobe before he lifted up enough to tug your dress off you and your underwear after that. He did it in record time, just for the satisfaction of swiping his fingers through your sex and feeling just how wet you were. Later on, you would explain to him that pregnancy caused an increase of blood flow down there and that was to account for your sensitivity and wetness, not anything he did, but Gojo would continue to have the same thought he had when he felt just how slippery your sex was: You must have wanted him all day. It’s not like it really matters why you were so turned on. After all, you felt like bitch in heat just waiting for him touch you again.

“You’ve got it real bad don’t you,” He cooed at you, his voice drenched in faux sympathy, “Are you achy down here too? Need me to kiss it better?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“Hush, I’m on it,” he said, moving down your body, “I kinda like how needy you are for me. You oughta keep this in mind the next time you’re mean to me.”

“Shut up and eat my pussy,” you snapped at him, because if he kept playing around he was going to give you enough time to remember all the reason you weren’t supposed to be sleeping with him. One of those reasons being that he’s downright annoying.

“Yes ma’am,” he purred, not put off by your tone in the least. In all actuality it was kind of a turn on.

Any worries you had about whether or not this was a good idea went completely out of the window when Gojo swept his tongue between the already glistening lips of your sex. His tongue ring flicked again your clit just right as he got his first taste of the night. Your thighs twitched in response. He sealed his mouth against your sex, opening you up so there would be no buffer between his mouth and your pleasure centers. He took his time his time building you up, sucking gently and pulling away, as if sensually kissing your sex. His lips smacked as if he was partaking in the most delicious and juicy fruit.

Gojo wanted to make you feel so good that you’d stop being so uptight with him. He was yours now in a way that no one else would ever be. And you were his now. You had a claim on that nobody else had and if you needed to be fucked (especially while you were pregnant) he wanted to be the one to do it.

You kept you eyes on Gojo, a certain amount of incredulity in your gaze at just how good it all felt. Part of you almost hoped that the last time was a fluke, that you were just excited and that’s why everything felt so good. You might even tell that lie later about this interaction, but you watched his cheeks hollow a bit as he sucked at your sex, and the movements of his head as he kept using his damn tongue against and you were forced to realize that it was him bringing you more pleasure than you’d ever had before. Then, his hands started roaming, sliding up your thighs to your hips and then on your belly.

His hands lingered there, thinking about how you were growing something that was partly him in there. He liked that. In a few months you were going to be round with his baby and he likedthe idea of seeing that. It had been fucking with his head since you told him you were pregnant. Maybe it was just another kin

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x black!fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You have always done everything right up until now. You graduated top of your class, you got a good career, you did everything right… but one night of fun leads you down the road of having a child with the biggest red flag of a man you have ever met: Satoru Gojo.  During this journey the two of you must learn to get along for the sake of the baby and perhaps along the way you might just learn how to get along for your sakes as well.

Tags: Non Curse AU, Unplanned pregnancy, lots of smut, 18+ MDNI, NSFW

Completion status: Complete

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue

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Pairing: Geto Suguru x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary:Instead of saying good job, good work, or even thank you Professor Geto always tells his intrepid assistant ‘good girl’. After three straight years of hearing the phrase you’d think you would be used to it, but as you are coming close to graduating from your grad program your ability to handle such a simple phrase wanes. In his office, where you’ve spent hours, together the cord finally snaps and you make an impulsive decision you hope you don’t regret.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Cunnilingus, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal Sex, Blow job, unprotected sex, Legal Age gap (reader is 25), Professor AU, non curse AU

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You came into his office bringing in the clean sweet smell of your perfume and the cocoa butter on your skin. You’ve been Geto’s assistant for three years so he assures himself it’s not odd to be accustomed to the smell of your perfumes. You have two for everyday, and at least one other one for special occasions. In the winter there’s a sweet gourmand scent like vanilla cream soda. It’s pleasant with a bit of spice to keep the scent from being sickeningly sweet. In the summer you wear a cleaner scent, that lets the cocoa butter on your skin take center stage with the more flowery fresh scents in the background. It’s nice. He breathes it in as you lean over him to set down print outs he asked for. 

“That’s Monday’s quiz, and because I’m awesome I also graded the last quiz for you since you’re a little behind.” 

“You’re not supposed to grade quizzes,” he chided lightly, taking the graded quizzes from you. 

“You can check over my judgment. It’ll be faster than doing it all yourself. Plus, most of it was multiple choice anyway. There was just one essay question and it’s philosophy 100. Have a little faith in me.” 

“And the research I asked for?” he asked without looking up. 

“I emailed the links and citations because I figured it would be easier. Plus, I’ve put in interlibrary requests for some of the texts because I know you prefer physical copies.”

“Hm, good girl,” he praised, cutting his eyes up at you for a moment. That moment, mixed with his words was enough to make you want to melt. 

This was your third year as Professor Suguru Geto’s teacher’s assistant and you were about to lose your mind. When you enrolled in grad school at this university you knew you’d need to get work study hours, and you searched far and wide for a position that fit. When you found Dr. Geto, it felt like a dream come true. You’d only minored in Philosophy and Religion. You majored in Sociology, something that relied quite a bit on understanding abstract concepts that couldn’t quite be tested and it prepared you for the heavy burden of finding citations for Geto, grading quizzes, and generally doing whatever he asked of you. It started out as a simple job… but with two devastating words he changed everything, “Good girl.” Instead of saying “good job” or “well done” or even a simple “Thank you” this man said “Good girl” in his velvet smooth voice when he was pleased with you. The first time you heard him say it, you thought you were going to melt. You broke out into a sweat, and your heart pounded like crazy. You might have even giggled like an inexperienced school girl. Hearing it one time made you want to hear it again. 

Look you usually weren’t so depraved but Dr. Geto was hot. And well, he was kind of hard not to like. After three years sitting in an office with him, reading over scholarly texts, exchanging thoughts, making witty jokes it was hard not to regard him as something other than just your boss. He never put that kind of weight on a working relationship, and more than once he’d spoken candidly to give you advice. 

Either way, when he said “Good girl” this time you don’t giggle but you do flush, something you hope he can’t discern from your skintone. Its unlikely, but your skin feels exceptionally hot. It doesn’t help that he has his forearms out, or that his hair is up in a hastily formed bun that looked seconds from falling. He must have been fussing with it absently. It’s a habit he has that you find charming. When he’s thinking he’ll run his hands through his hair and if he’s got it in a bun then he sort of rakes his fingers into it, gradually loosening the hairtie’s hold on the inky black strands.

“Dr. Geto,” you addressed and then cleared your throat as your voice came out a bit thick due to the things on your mind. He hummed to prompt you to continue, turning his face slightly towards you as he looked at the papers in front of him. 

You continued, “So as you know, I’m graduating this year-”

He made a sound of disappointment, “Please, don’t remind me. I’ve been trying to forget.” 

You smiled at that and you had to bite your lip to keep from full on cheesing, “Sorry to remind you, but I wanted to ask for a letter of recommendation from you. There’s this job in the city that I’ve got my eyes on, and I think I word from such an esteemed and respect professor might up my chances.”

He cut his eyes over to you, “No need to butter me up, you know I’ll do it for you.” 

“Thank you, I’ll email you more information about the position. You’ve got a few months to get it done. I know everyone comes asking for letters of rec at the end of the year so I tried to get ahead of the curve.” 

“Always so conscientious. That’ll be in the letter. She truly thinks of everything before you even have a chance to ask.” He rested his chin on the bridge of his fingers as he looked at you now. You laughed as his gaze made you shy. He continued, “For the record I don’t write very many letters of recommendations. Very few students perform to the standards necessary for me to gloat about them. But you, I could write volumes about you.” 

“Alright, Dr. Geto, no need to butter me up. I’ll take a trip to the mailroom for you if that’s what you want.” 

He straightened up a bit, “Oh, would you? I’m sure the damn box is already full.” 

“Dr. Gojo keeps sending you program pamphlets?” 

“You know it,” he sighed, and he released you from the near petrifying effects of his gaze. You hurried out of the office to get your head on straight. Something about the way he said “I could write volumes about you.” had your heart sprinting like you were on the last stretch of a marathon. 

Geto raked his fingers through his hair once you were out of the room wondering why he had said that as well. You were smiling at him as he heaped on the praise and the tips of your ears were red, a charming attribute he’d noticed for the first time last year when you had your hair pulled up. He liked how you looked when you were bashful, and that only happened when he heaped on the praise. Though, he hadn’t lied at all in his praises. He doubted he’d ever stumble upon a TA as good as you again. He was more organized than he was for even his first year as a professor. He knew you’d excel wherever you went, but he was still sad to see you go. He really had been trying to forget that you graduated soon. You came back with his mail which was mostly things from his best friend and colleague, Gojo. He was traveling at the moment, and had the awful habit of sending pamphlets from all of the conferences he went to. The weird moment from before seemed all but forgotten and so you sat at a separate table in his office doing your usual load of work before you left for the day. You told him to have a nice weekend on your way out. 

Geto was no stranger to working weekends. It happened all the time as the year began to wind down. His crisis today was that he couldn’t find the one of the files you said you sent over… which was more than likely his fault because sometimes he put things in nonsense places on his computer. He really needed to get this work in today, and though he rarely ever contacted you on the weekends this was an emergency. He took out his phone to send a quick text, and then started looking over the quizzes you graded to bide the time until you answered. Maybe thirty minutes later there was a knock on his door. He called for them to come in. 

“Hey, of course you’re the only one working on a Saturday,” you laughed as you came in. He looked up to say something witty about his diligence but when he looked at you his words died in his mouth. He had always considered you to be a well dressed young woman, but more than that, you were modestly dressed, which he guessed made sense because he saw you during working hours. This outfit wasn’t exactly scandalous, but the plaid skirt you wore stopped at about mid thigh and there was a sliver of your thigh exposed before over-the-knee socks covered the rest of your leg. 

He cleared his throat, “I hope I didn’t take you away from an engagement. You could have emailed me.” 

You waved him off as you came around his desk, with your eyes on his computer, “No, you actually saved me from a good awful lunch date. I needed this excuse.” 

He moved aside a bit as you went towards the computer. You bent down to grab the mouse and as he inhaled he smelled that perfume that you used for special occasions. It was light and sweet, the kind of smell that would linger for a bit even after you moved away. 

 “Oh, then you’re welcome. Any time,” he said. 

You laughed, “The dating pool is awful for my generation. I mean God, you’d think we were asking men to jump on a sword for us to prove their love. I asked this guy what he did for a living and he started ranting about gold diggers.”  

“Well, I’m afraid it’s not better for people my age either.” 

You turned to give him an amused little smirk, “Oh? So you worry about women who are after your money too?… Well at least your money is real.” 

He laughed, “I’m sure some men do, but i’m not overly worried about that kind of thing. I work too much. I think you see me more than anyone else besides my students.” 

“Lucky me,” you laughed, going back to looking at the files on his computer. You were trying to steady your heart. Hopefully he couldn’t hear how loud it was beating. It was deeply embarrassing just how much a few kind words for him could set you off. You could thank a childhood of being your father’s biggest disappointment for your reaction. He didn’t understand what you did or how you could make money from it. On the flip side, he didn’t really care to know what you did. Now the big question was when you were going to get married.

“A bit late in the semester to be dating. Did you give your thesis to your mentor?” 

You nodded, “Yep, did that yesterday evening. I think I’m pretty much done. I’ve got time, don’t worry. Not that it matters now. I’m going to have a lot of time with me and my cat for the foreseeable future…. Oh! Here it is. I knew I could find it.” 

He looked at the screen to see the document pulled up on screen. You stood straight and began to move away. 

“They say you find someone when you stop looking,” Geto said. 

You paused to look at him, still on the same side of the desk as him, “How’s that working out for you?” 

He laughed ruefully, “Well, I’m still a bachelor.” 

You nodded, “So by that logic you’re still looking.” 

He shrugged, “You’re young though. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of options.”

You leaned back against his desk, sitting on the edge of it. Geto was leaned back in his chair and facing you. He wasn’t in his usual button up and slacks, because he obviously had no intentions of teaching today. Instead he wore a black t-shirt that showed off just how muscular he was, and the tattoo on his left upper arm was peeking out of the sleeve. You’d seen him like this before so it wasn’t the shock to your system that the first time had been. Still, he was hot. Especially with his hair half up. The natural waves in his hair made the ends stick out at random. You wondered if that was his way of calling you beautiful, to say that you must have many options. 

“It’s not a lack of options, it’s a lack of quality in those options. I’m only 25 but I just feel way too old for the stuff that people do while they’re dating.” 

“I hate to break it to you, but age isn’t what’s in your way. It’s just people. It’s hard to find people who use common sense.” 

“People like you and me?” you asked in jest. 

“Mmhm, because we’re both two perfectly sane people who study cults on the weekdays.” 

You threw your head back as you laughed. In looking at your smile he was reminded of something. 

“Oh, I meant to give you something yesterday, but I forgot,” he said, standing from his chair. You leaned back against his desk a bit more to maintain personal space without moving. He grabbed an ornate cover and your heart dropped a little. There was one book you’d been lusting after in his collection for years. He had a collector’s edition of Kafka’s The Metamorphosis and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. He turned with it in his hand and gave it to you. 

“For putting up with me for three years,” he said with a sheepish smile. 

Your jaw was on the floor, “No way, you can’t give gifts now!” 

“I’ll forget during finals week. The best time is now. Take it, I’ve seen how much love goes into your personal library. I trust it will be in good hands.” 

“This is too much.” 

“It’s one of your favorites. Take it. I insist.” 

You held the book to your chest and met his gaze, “Thank you, professor. This means a lot to me. And for what it’s worth, I really loved working with you.” 

“It was truly a pleasure. You’ve set the bar impossibly high for the next T.A. I don’t know how I’ll survive without you.” 

You sighed, “I wish you would have let me interview another student.” 

“You had enough on your plate. Stop complaining and be happy about your gift.” he scolded lightly. 

You huffed a little then looked down to admire the gold foil lettering on the book. 

“Good girl, now I won’t keep you here,” he began but trailed off as you looked up at him. 

He was so close to you. The space behind his desk was limited, it was inevitable, but you could literally feel the warmth radiating off of him, you could smell his cologne, and then he just had to go and say that to you. You tipped forward getting off the desk in one swift impulsive moment and you kissed him. No sooner had you done it, did the mortification over what you’d done dawn on you. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you jerked away from him. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” 

Geto was still standing there, his face was red and he looked a bit dazed. 

“I am so sorry, Dr. Geto, I value our relationship far too much to do something like that I-” you cut off as he kissed you again, his hand coming to rest  against your cheek. His mouth was soft yet insistent on yours, and despite your earlier rambling, you relaxed into the kiss easily, letting his tongue into your mouth. Your brain felt a bit fuzzy and you couldn’t even begin to think rationally about the situation, not when he brought  his other hand up to hold your waist. You opened your legs to let him move in closer and kiss you deeper. How many times had you looked at Geto’s lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss them? Now you were feeling it and you never wanted to stop kissing him, consequences be damned. 

You moaned as his hand flexed against your waist and he pulled away to look at you. Your whole body was hot. You pulled in deep steadying breaths. You knew what he would say, He would tell you this was inappropriate, that the two of you should not be doing this, and you would have to cease contact. That was the responsible thing to do. You can’t look him in the eyes. This is bad, this is really really bad. 

“Look at me,” Geto said softly, his hand still on your cheek, but now he was lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. You slowly brought your gaze up to meet his. He peered down at you with something like amusement. 

“I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. 

“Well, that’s a shame because I’m not.”

You were holding your book to your chest peering up at him with so much bewilderment in those wide innocent eyes. The sight of you made him chuckle.

“Perhaps set the book aside,” he suggested and you did what he said without taking your eyes off of him. He set his hands on the desk on either side of your body, so that he could lean in close to you comfortably. 

“Can I have another kiss?” he asked.

You thought you were going to pass out. Things like this literally only happened in your dreams. Still, you weren’t going to shatter the mirage. You nodded, eyes flicking down to look at his lips. You closed your eyes just before your lips met. The moment his lips were on yours that same fevered impulse driven mix of emotions was coursing through your veins. Your body felt like a livewire, and every touch sizzled through your body. Your legs were still open allowing him to get in close. His hands started at your knees then began to slide up the outsides of your thighs. It was all you could do to be still. His hands were warm, and large, encompassing a good portion of your thighs. As he got closer to the apex of your legs you found yourself pulling him in closer. 

“I hardly took you for this kind of girl,” he murmured against your lips, “I thought you were a good girl.” 

“I am,” the words were out of your mouth before you could think about them, and he didn’t give you time to be mortified by them. He pressed his lips to your pulse point. Your hands gripped the soft cotton t-shirt he wore, hugging him close as he licked and sucked right under your jaw. You whined a quiet moan in spite of your best attempt to keep it down. 

“You want more?” he asked, rubbing up and down your thighs, as if to soothe you but the action did anything but soothe you. What you would give to have him bend you over this desk. You were nearly done at this university anyway.  

“Yes.” 

“Tell me to stop and I’ll let up,” he said on a heavy breath.  You pulled back to look at his face. There was still a heavy blush on his face painting his cheeks a lovely shade of pink. You nodded and his hands continued up towards your sex. He rubbed you through your panties, teasing your clit with firm strokes through the material.

“Please.” 

“Mmhm,” he hummed, “That’s it, ask nicely.” 

“Please,” you repeated, not completely sure of what you were even asking for. You needed him to touch you, to make you feel good, whatever that meant for him you would take it.

“What do you want? Hm, talk to me.” he said in your ear. 

“I want you to fuck me.” 

“I will,” he promised, “but first, let’s see how good you can be for me.” He suddenly moved away from you, grabbing his desk chair and sitting down in it. You wondered at his purpose until he was right between your legs. He opened your legs, fingers skimming across the fabric of your thigh-high socks. He leaned down to kiss right above the tights before inching in closer. Your breath hitched in anticipation when he was as high up as he could go without touching your sex. But then he simply switched legs, giving your other thigh the same treatment. You were reclined back on your palms watching him with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. When his mouth finally touched your center it was through your panties. He opened his mouth to set his tongue right against your clothed sex. The warmth of his mouth made you shudder, and the slow saturation of your panties felt down right sinful. 

“Professor,” you breathed. 

He hummed, and began to move his tongue, dragging the hard point of it between your lips, pushing your panties in with it. He teased you like that, giving you the smallest taste of the friction you wanted. 

“Please, please, I need more. Please give me more,” you whined quietly. It was only for his ears. 

He pulled away and the wetness of your panties immediately began to cool, “You sound so pretty when you beg for me. Don’t worry, good girls get whatever they want.” He hooked his fingers into your panties and tugged them down your legs. You did your best to get one leg out of them. The moment one leg was free he was right back on you. He swept his tongue between your slit just to get a taste. You fell back on the desk. Your head hung off but you didn’t mind. Not at the moment, anyway. He was tasting you, exploring your sex with his tongue. You tensed as you felt his tongue dip into your entrance. 

When he finally decided to stop playing with you, he latched onto your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves. You tried to close your thighs but the chair was in the way. The moment he realized what you were trying to do he grabbed your thighs and held them open as he ate you out like a man starved. You clamped a hand over your mouth as you tried to keep from benign too loud. Only choked off moans escaped you, and they weren’t loud enough to be heard from outside. He didn’t seem interested in letting up at all, because pretty soon he was slipping a finger inside of you, crooking it upwards looking for your spot. When he found it your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you had to bite the meat of your palm to quiet yourself. Beyond the wet sounds of his mouth against your sex and your own heavy breathing there were the small deep sounds of satisfaction the Geto made in your sex. Men had gone down on you before, but it always felt like a means to an end, like they were rushing through this part just so they could get inside of you.

Geto seemed utterly enraptured. He added another finger and your hips lifted up involuntarily. He moaned again, pulling back just enough to speak, “That’s it. Be a good girl and rub this pretty little pussy on my mouth.” 

You gasped, sitting up on your elbows to anchor you so you could do as he asked of you. You put your hand in his hair tentatively, and it was only the fact that he moaned that made you push his head closer to you as you rolled your hips, taking the pleasure you desired from him. He scissored his fingers, stretching you as your body climbed higher and higher. You were open mouthed and panting as your body started to tingle, muscles locking down as he pulled your orgasm out of you. Your orgasm stole your breath away. You couldn’t have made a sound if you wanted to. Your legs shook and the moment you could breathe again you were too busy panting to get anything more than a few soft sounds out.  He eased up on your clit, enjoying the feeling of your pussy clamping down at random intervals on his fingers. His cock twitched in anticipation. He didn’t think he could hold out any longer. He undid his belt and took himself out of his pants so that he could stroke himself at the sight of you. Using your wetness to lubricate his activities. 

As you came back down from your high, you sat up to look at Geto. You thought now would be the part where you had to explain yourself. You had to come up with some excuse for your wanton behavior. It was not so. You looked at Geto, he was a little reclined in his seat, lazily stroking himself as he looked at you. 

“Still want me to fuck you?” he asked. 

“Yes.” 

“Good,” he purred standing up with his cock still in his hand. He guided himself to your entrance and  you gasped at the feeling of the head of his cock pushing through your wet folds as he traced it from your clit down to your entrance. 

“Fuck, wanted to do this for a long time, pretty girl.”

You wondered how long was a long time for him. You’d been thinking about him bending you over his desk since you first started working for him. You weren’t bent over his desk now, but this was better. You got to see his face, and slip your fingers into his hair while he kissed you. He was slow to bottom out inside of you, but when he did a flash of heat singed your skin, and your rolled your body against his, craving the sweet sensation of him fucking you into the desk beneath you. 

“You’re so wet,” he murmured against your lips, “Always so good to me. This pussy was made for me. Gonna take good care of her.” 

You whined before pressing your lips against his harder, trying to keep yourself quiet even though his words were doing something to you. He pulled out slowly before snapping his hips forward. You squeaked a high pitch whine as he hit the end of you. You grabbed his lower back as he set a punishing pace. The slight smart of his sharp thrusts fizzled into pure pleasure as he kept up his pace. You wanted to let out loud sobbing moans to accompany the wet slapping sound of your coupling. You bit your hand again.

The entire desk shook with the force of his thrusts. You lamented the fact that the two of you were pretty much fully dressed. His muscles were straining that black t-shirt, especially his biceps. His head lulled back as he moaned a growling sound, probably a byproduct of him trying not to be loud. He began to play with your clit, rubbin it in quick, slick circles until your body was locking down again. Your thighs shook as your pussy throbbed. You came and he pushed in deep inside of you. 

“Good girl, that’s it cum all over my cock,” he coaxed in that velvety voice. He played with your clit, until the pulses of your sex died down. He pulled his still hard cock out of you. 

“Get on your knees for me, baby. Make me cum.” 

You hastily slid off of the desk and on to your knees. The moment you opened his mouth the head of his cock was on your bottom lip. He smeared his precum upon your plump lip before you sucked his head into your mouth. 

“Fuck, yes. That’s my girl. That’s my good girl, make me cum. Make me cum down your throat. Swallow it all down for me.” he babbled as you bobbed your head up and down his length with your hand getting what you couldn’t risk.

He moaned a long low sound as he came, hips still canting forward, fucking his cum into and out of your mouth. 

“You look so pretty like that,” he breathed, as if the sight of you made him breathless. You let his length fall from your mouth. You wiped your mouth with the back of his hand. Before you could feel too bashful about what happened, Geto reached for you. You put your hand in his and he tugged you up towards him until you were sitting on his lap. You decided in that moment, not to think about anything but the way he held you in his lap.

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HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE ‘EM // corrupt cop! gojo x f! reader

includes:DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors and under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // bully! cop! g. satoru, fem! sub! reader, blackmail,abuse of power, anti-police rhetoric, gun play,noncon touching, groping, breeding kink,dacryphilia,semi-brat taming, fear kink, stockholm syndrome-y?

themes:Corrupt Cop! AU | Power Dynamics | Strangers to Enemies

prompt:This is for the @novaresquep0rn themed xxxhub collab! I came up with corrupt cop! gojo x barely legal slut. Tysm for letting me join, and big congrats on your milestone!

summary:You and your friend get pulled over after a party. You don’t want to get in trouble, and Officer Gojo doesn’t want you to either. He just wants you to be safe—

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You stare at the lights in the side view mirror. Red and blue, blinding. Especially this late at night.

“I’m so fucked,” your best friend says, gripping the steering wheel.

“No you’re not,” you snap, trying to maintain control although you don’t believe it yourself. “Just stay calm, okay?”

She looks at you, eyes wide and mouth open to argue, but the officer who has pulled her over appears at her side, peering down to get a look at you both.

“License and registration.”

“Yes sir,” she says, fishing for her wallet.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“…No?”

He huffs, his wicked grin making your heart pound with nerves.

The officer leans his forearms on the window frame, getting comfortable. “Well I can smell the alcohol on you. That explains the driving.”

You see the ID in her hand, but she hesitates. He opens his hand, forcing her to hand it over. You both watch in stiff silence, holding your breath as he scans the ID. The only sound is that of him smacking his chewing gum. You’re not sure how he can read with that blindfold over his eyes, but he catches it quickly.

“Barely legal and already getting into trouble, huh?” he says, looking up at your friend.

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Nobara ♡

Yuuji♡

Megumi♡

Megumi♡

Nobara♡

Yuuji♡

Megumi❤

Yuuji❤

Inumaki❤

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I’m Alright, and You’re a Favourite

Toji Fushiguro x bimbo!f!reader

Genre:Smut
Notes: written for @cherrykamado’sslutty old men collab!
Warnings: 18+, police run-in, restraints/cuffs, age gap, spanking, sir kink, sort of cheating??, bimbofication, DDLG dynamics, fingering, slight exhibitionism, degradation, masturbation mention, oral (m + f receiving), praise, vaginal sex, cum eating.
Words:3.9k

networks:@planetonet

The flashing of red and blue isn’t a foreign spectacle when you live in the city. It’s rare that an individual will find themselves more than a ten-minute walk away from a crime being committed. That’s why it doesn’t phase either of the Fushiguro men as they walk side by side with their takeout food in each of their hands. Conversation is stiff, as it often is. Limited to mundane things, how the food tastes and how eerily black the sky is tonight. Another thing they used to be able to bond over was their shared love of pussy. But Toji thinks Megumi has started to turn into one since becoming whipped by a new piece of skirt. They aren’t even dating, and yet, he seems to have lost interest in all other women. He shouldn’t talk about her, he said. But – he couldn’t help himself. Pussy like hers is once in a lifetime.

If you say so, Toji thought.

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Secret Santa Gift- Yandere Sukuna Ryomen (College AU!) Headcanons/Snippets

A/N:For@lifeofmisssugarpink ! You may notice I don’t write for JJK, and that’s because I don’t. /lh

Buuuut this person straight up has a “Sukuna simp” stamp so I had to whip up something with some help from betas who could look over and go “uh gee that sounds like rat ass.” Honestly she very much deserves a follow as she reposts some hot ass dark content JJK fic and is also a fucking phenomenal artist, as referenced in the headcanons/snippets below.

This is my first time writing JJK ever and I’m starting with the antagonist. Oh the life of a villain fucker is never done.

Ship:Yandere!Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader

Genre:Smut/Slice of Life(?) not sure how to categorize this, romance(???)

Trigger/Content Warnings:NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT,DARK CONTENT, open ending (I’m sorry I did not write you getting destroyed by sukuna’s monster peepee but I did write the build up to it!), Yandere,Stalking, Upperclassman!Sukuna, Pretty much a Scumbag!Sukuna too, Non/Dubcon, sexual coercion at the end, Sukuna is a disguised demon looking for someone to bear his offspring but I forgot to include that, so technically breeding would happen(?), manipulation

Word Count:641

-It started out so easy, so simple.

-You were always in the campus’s library, 11 am to 1:30 pm, studying and eating lunch by yourself. You were entertained by scrolling on your phone and occasionally a friend would join you… but most of the time you scrolled on your phone.

-It was a perfect opening for the cool upperclassmen Ryomen Sukuna to approach you and finally begin his process of cornering you into his cage.

-He’d tease you initially, coming across as some playful flirt all to lower your defenses.

———

“Ah, there you are!” Ryomen greeted you, then leaned on the table your books and laptop were on, “How are you? Have you eaten yet?”

Personally he didn’t care all too much about these trivial matters- he knew you already ate. He watched you do so. He also knew your day was fine except for the weird lowerclassman in your first period who wouldn’t shut up about some anime you clearly weren’t into.

———

-He’s kept his distance as you were good at playing coy and being shy. That is, until one day, he caught a glance of your laptop as you drew.

-To be honest, he should be quite flattered you were drawing him like he was some kind of god. I mean, you didn’t know he was an ancient cursed demon disguising himself as a student here in the hopes of finding someone like you, so the fact that you made such a connection only impressed him further.

-You nearly aspirated your coffee when Sukuna rested his hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him with surprised doe eyes then quickly shut your computer, feeling panic rising in your chest. You’d been caught simping.

———

“That’s a beautiful picture, it should be printed out,” he cooed down with a hair of something… different to his tone. You feared the worst, that he was rejecting a silly little simp like you, and you began to panic and apologize.

“I-I’m so sorry! I wanted to ask you about possibly modeling for my digital art class this semester, but I didn’t have any of your contact information… if you want I can delete it, just-“

“Oh, no. I love it, trust me,” he played with a loose tendril of your hair and squeezed your face between the index finger and the thumb of his other hand, “I’d actually like a copy. I want to see what you got right versus just from seeing me like this every day.”

———

-You’d exchanged phone numbers that afternoon and began texting that night. You didn’t know what to expect when you sent him that art piece.

-What you didn’t expect was him asking if you’d like to see his body in person to see where you could fix it.

-To be honest, you weren’t the most thrilled at the concept of fixing the piece since it was already done and shaded but… like, who would say no to seeing the hot reliable upperclassman without clothes on???

-You certainly wouldn’t.

———

“Haha… whaaat are you doing, Ryomen?” You managed out nervously, body pressed against the men’s locker room lockers of the campus rec center, “This is a little weird.”

“You can’t be this dense. Come on now, did you seriously think I was going to let you go after you got to ogle me without clothes to make sure you were ‘correct’ with your art?”

The warmth in his voice practically evaporated, he was now mocking and cruel. Each time you tried to writhe away from under him he pressed harder, soon coming to realize you weren’t going to give in easily. He sighed and held the base of your neck against the lockers and rutted his hips violently into yours.

“I think you know exactly how you can pay me back, cumslut.”

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Say That I’m Yours (gojo x f!reader)

Summary:Gojo has never experienced jealousy. But after overhearing you talking to Utahime about your ex (who is also her current boyfriend), he can’t fight off the shaky, unfamiliar feeling in his chest. You have to reassure him that he’s only yours in the bedroom.

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Content/Warnings:NSFW 18+, jealous Gojo, pet-names (m!recieving and f!recieving), vaginal fingering, Gojo has a praise kink, and discovers that he loves to be called pretty boy, insecure Gojo, emotional hurt/comfort, a little angsty at first, oral (m!recieving), soft sex, unprotected sex, cream pie. At first, Satoru takes initiative, then you take over. Primarily dom!reader and sub!gojo. (soft!dom gojo too?? I think???)

Note: We’ve reached 500 followers! Woo! As a little treat to celebrate, I wrote my first ever smut piece. And uhhhh… I’ve never done this before so I apologize if it comes out a little wonky. If you haven’t read it already, this piece is NSFW so MDI.

P.S: Feedback is appreciated!

P.P.S: sub/soft!gojo rights.

Words:10k

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Gojo Satoru never considered himself to be a jealous man.

And personally, when he does get jealous, I do think he would get A LITTLE possessive. But contrary to what everyone else headcanons him to be, he wouldn’t be rough.

As Gege Akutami stated himself, Gojo is perfect in every way aside from his overly childish personality. Looks, wits, having complete mastery of his overall skill, Satoru really does have it all.

So aside from jealousy, he’s also never felt an ounce of insecurity in his life.

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+itadori, megumi, inumaki, yuta, gojo, geto, choso, toji

tw.fem!reader, praise, cursing, mentions of creampie, dry humping, soft dom w/ sub reader

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