Take A Break While Watching This Little Bunny Cross Your Dash

Omg chuu imagine baby gojo sees a childhood picture of dad gojo and when reader asks who that might be, baby is just like “me!” because how similar they look🤣

“look, aren’t i handsome here?”

gojo proudly points out at a picture of him during his baby days—seemingly calm with the very same white hair and cerulean eyes as his son on his lap.

your son, who can only manage short sentences at almost 2 years old, is immediately fixated on the picture.

“now, say yes~” gojo tickles his baby that he laughs. “aren’t your papa so good-looking? this is why you look good too!”

“yaaay!” his son giggles happily, before suddenly jabs at the picture with wide smile: “me!”

“huh?”

“meee!” he looks at gojo with so much happiness as he points at his picture. “me! me! me!”

somehow, the sight of his baby identifying his childhood picture as himself makes gojo warm all of a sudden. he’s been with him for almost two years already, but somehow right that moment, it dawns on him again that this little boy in his arms is really his to protect.

“yeah. it’s you, that works too, kiddo,” he pats him on the head, a fond smile on his face.

ა໒ ˚₊ 𝓼-𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𓂃⊹

꒰ satoru gojo x f!reader ꒱ : wc 2,060. c.w. nsfw ﾉ mdni. shower sex. fingering. p in v. creampie. hair pulling. spanking.

it's no surprise gojo satoru loves your body. since you both have gotten together, he's made it blatantly obvious how head over heels he was for you. infatuated would be an understatement.

every dip and curve of your figure sends shudders down his spine, conducting a surge of heat in the pool of his stomach. his hands always meticulously work on you, ensuring you get the best possible treatment from him.

you're never left unsatisfied; satoru always makes sure you cum way before he's even close to finishing. he'd always bring you to the most mind-shattering orgasm you've ever had—you always think, it can't get any better, then he finds a way to make it better.

today was no exception. you stood in the shower, mindlessly washing your hair as you find yourself stuck in a daydream about the activities prior to this. you unconsciously bite your lip, your hand going to turn the water off, until a familiar hand restrained you in your tracks.

"s-satoru…?" you stammer out as his other hand trails down your hip, cold against the flush warmth of your skin. heat immediately rises to your skin as his body heat engulfs your whole frame.

he lets out a soft chuckle against the back of your neck, pressing his lips against your nape and trailing featherlight kisses against the raised goosebumps on your skin. "y'took too long…" he mumbles, voice husk and gravelly. your eyes flit back to him, then up to the running water in the shower. it's splashing in your face, and you can barely focus on his movements as he runs a hand up to your stomach, wrapping around it and pulling you back into him.

"wait... satoru, t-the wate—"

"leave it, leave it." he tugs the wrist he was holding, turning you around to face him. electric blue irises are completely entranced and locked onto the water droplets slowly making their way across your skin. he follows one down the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and eventually your crotch.

he was hypnotised, completely enamoured by your body and your body alone. he slowly moves closer to you, guiding every one of your steps back until you hit the cold porcelain of the wall. you let out a gasp, which was silenced by gojo's lips on yours.

he takes his time, savouring the feel of your lips against his. it's like silken feathers—he deducts—the sensation only proving to draw himself more and more into you. the warmth of the kiss is soon shattered as you pulled away for air, soft little pants escaping your lungs.

his hand cups your cheek, never letting your eyes leave his. gojo's hair was all over the place, water drops dripping down his face and framing it perfectly. he looked heavenly, like an angel directly cast down from above, and you were so situated on admiring his features that you didn't realise how his fingers started to trail down your curves with suggestiveness.

"i want you," gojo leans down to your ear, pressing kisses just where your jaw meets your neck. "s'pretty... i dunno how you expect me to stay calm around you, doll." his tone of voice causes your breath to hitch, along with the fact that his hand had gripped your thigh to hook it onto the side of his hips.

you let out a breathy whimper, trying not to focus on the hot feeling that slowly bunched up in your gut, but gojo knew better, he could read you like a book.

nimble fingers make their way between your folds and it didn't take long for your slick to souse his fingers thoroughly. he lets out a low chuckle, eyes gazing teasingly at you, however you tried to play it off as it simply being the water from the shower, but nothing could make you deny how needy you were right now.

gojo's fingers begin to test his limits, two soft fingertips dipping into your slit and coaxing a flurry of whines from your drooling mouth. your cunt is slowly split open by his fingers alone, gently thrusts accompanying his movements. a suppressed moan escapes from your choked up throat, a sweet melody to his ears, only reeling him into your sweetness even more.

he's now knuckles deep in you, digits brushing against a network of sensitive nerves. they poke and prod, searching between the molten heat for the one burning spot which would rupture the spark ablaze within your body.

they finally press up against your most receptive area, erupting an involuntary moan of pleasure from you. satisfaction pulses through your blood, heating up the crests of your cheeks and displaying the product of his actions in a tangible form. he frees the hand on your thigh to cup your cheek, thumb swiping away the shower water from the ripe redness that begun to brew on the surface of your flesh. he could feel the heat from your body, and it only spurred his own arousal.

your reactions were everything to him; he adored every little jerk of your hips, every twitch of your muscles as his fingers moved back and forth, in and out of your sweet cavern. the palpation of his fingers induced a bout of multiple unique sensations, shuddering within every inch of the brittle restraint you had holding you back.

"a-ah… 't-toru…" your brain had turned to mush, and you felt as if there was no point in talking as all of your words would simply fizz up in the back of your throat, leaving a taste on your senses which could only be described as mind-numbing. it certainly didn't help that just recently gojo had fucked the life out of you, and you were still highly sensitive.

before you could even process anything, gojo's fingers had steadily slipped out of you, pleasure ceasing and consciousness getting chained back to reality.

a pitiful whine rung off the walls as you catch sight of gojo's captivating smirk, but you were effectively silenced as his fingers approach your mouth, completely lathered in an embarrassing amount of your slick.

"open," gojo's breath hitches as you take his fingers in your mouth upon his command, the hypnotic swirl of your tongue along the length of his digits making the heat in his loins stir. "f-fuck… that's it..." his praise only makes you even more flustered, the warm water constantly hitting off of your skin made you feel as if you were physically going to melt in his hold.

he takes his fingers out of your mouth, a barely audible pop accompanying the action.

"can't wait any longer, princess…" both of his hands grasp onto your waist, whirling you around and pressing your front into the cold wall. your breath staggers in surprise, not expecting the sudden change. "want you so badly… you have no idea…" he mumbles into your ear.

he pulls your hips back, a hand on the small of your back and your ass pressed flush against his throbbing erection. he slowly grinds against the plush, trying to hold himself back from going absolutely feral. he could feel the drool pooling on the tip of his tongue, biting his lip as he aligns himself against your dribbling hole. he slowly pushes his hips forward, his girthy cock sinking into your silky, fluttering cunt.

it rips a mewl from your throat, pants and whines from you following every subtle movement of his hips until he was fully buried inside.

gojo takes a moment to savour the feeling, the delicious, addictive way you clamp around him. he takes a moment to steady his breathing, pressing kisses on the back of your shoulders as he slowly drags himself out of you, before quickly thrusting back into the soft, delicate moisture of your pussy.

"s-so wet f'me… shit… feels s'perfect…" he mumbles against your skin, sloppy kisses trailing to the junction where your neck and shoulder connects. his hand slowly and meticulously runs up your spine, following the surges of ecstacy which electrified the tight-knit bundle of nerves crowning your folds.

shortly after, you feel his fingers tangle into your locks, tugging your head back in such a way that you're prettily arched for him, accentuating all the gorgeous features of your body. gojo relished in the sight, drunken on the fact that all of this was his. it drove him mad with lust, brain a muddled haze filled only with thoughts of you, you, you. nothing could ever compare to the feeling of him sinking into your tight cunt, and if he could stay inside of you forever, he would.

each bump of his cock against your walls made you feel lightheaded. all you could think about was him and his dick. you whimper out an unstable plea of his name as his lips place a sizzling kiss to the skin of your neck.

wet slaps echo in your red-tipped ears, the sound reverberating even louder due to the running water. everything was wet, and you could feel almost everything around you. your legs trembled, struggling to sustain your weight as gojo's cock plows into you, the tip kissing the deepest parts of your arousal.

a shiver wracks through your fragile frame, the frothing velvet of your gummy walls sucking gojo in more and more, tempting him with the subtlest of movements.

it edged you closer and closer to your orgasm. you could feel it clouding the depths of your stomach, bubbling and itching to release. you let out a loud squeal as his fingers slither between your folds, swiftly circling over your swollen, aching clit which was practically begging for some sort of attention. your pelvis grinds into the touch, back arching even more as your eyes roll to the back of your skull. white spots flicker in your vision as your orgasm peaks and shatters all throughout you, walls clenching as your pussy coats satoru's cock in sheeny, sticky liquid.

he groans as you cum all over him, a squelching sound being repeatedly made as his thrusts pick up the pace, his hand tightening in your hair as he sucks up a small mark into the very crook of your neck, the bruise blooming a pale purple with slight undertones of red.

shameful noises of pure pleasure are elicited from your lungs as you come down from your high. you're left blinking back the fogginess in your vision as your eyes glance down, looking at the ring of white forming around the base of his length. it made your face heat up in embarrassment, eyes fluttering shut as you let out yet another, pitiful whimper. it didn’t take long for gojo’s restraint to crack, either, because amongst your euphoria, he buries himself to the hilt, letting out a low moan as he releases inside of you’re tight cunny.

it didn't take long for gojo's restraint to crack, either, because amongst your euphoria, he buries himself to the hilt, letting out a low moan as he releases inside of you’re tight cunny.

you take all he has to offer, clinging onto his cock and milking him out of every last drop of his sweet seed. he presses his face into your shoulder as he tries to gulp down sacks of air, his breath shaky on your skin.

he can barely resist staying inside of you for so long, but he eventually pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. a whine of protest slips past your parted lips, to which gojo only chortles.

"more?" he teases you, handing a light, playful smack to your ass, causing you to jolt. "hmm… maybe later, princess." you pout in response, eyes half-lidded and clouded over with your brewing affection.

"satoru…"

"oh, c'mon, don't give me that attitude… you and i both know that if i gave you more here, you wouldn't be able to get yourself out of this shower."

you couldn't protest against his will, because you knew he was right. a soft huff of agreement leaves your nose, the tingling of the euphoric release just underneath the husk of your legs. his hand runs up your inner thigh, watching his release dribble out of your hole, which almost immediately got washed away.

"here… i'll clean you up, gorgeous." he stealthily wraps his arms around your waist, causing you to yelp as you were pulled into a loving kiss. it was slow, gentle yet displayed all of his emotion with a simple action as he pulls you under the water alongside him, a lasting smile on his lips.

“Hey, can you do me…a favour?”

Gojo winces as if the words hurt him, and when you realize he’s talking to you, the coffee you’d been sipping goes down the wrong pipe and you choke.

Coughing, you lean towards Shoko, who looks a little taken aback herself. “Did I hear that right? Did Gojo Satoru just ask me for a favour?”

“He really did,” she chuckles, lips curled into a smirk.

It wasn’t often that Gojo put his pride aside to ask for help, so who were you not to tease him a bit before acquiescing?

“You hit your head or something?” You tease. “Think too hard and lose brain cells?”

“Very funny, sweets,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

You scowl a little at the pet name, crinkling the can in your fist. “Well, what can I possibly do for you, oh honoured one?”

Gojo groans loudly, cheeks turning a cute shade of pink. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“Nope,” you grin. “But seriously, what is it?”

He just sighs, running a hand through his hair. He’s so uncharacteristically serious that it unsettles you a bit. “It’s about the kid. Megumi.”

You quirk a brow, curious. It wasn’t often that Gojo brought up his newly acquired children. “Don’t tell me you lost him at the grocery store.”

“That only happened once, and it was completely his fault! This is about his technique.”

“It’s manifested already?” you ask, suddenly extremely invested in this conversation. “Isn’t he, like, five or something?”

Gojo tilts his shades down to stare at you amusedly. “He’s seven. Almost eight.”

“Really? He’s small for his age,” Shoko comments mildly as Gojo shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah, but don’t tell him that. He may have the height of a five year old, but he’s got the attitude of a thirteen year old. He will hurt your feelings,” he sniffs, and you wonder if he speaks from experience.

“Did you come here to tell us that you’re being bullied by a seven year old? What do you want us to do?” you ask, unable to bite back your smile. “Tell Yaga-sensei?”

“No,” Gojo grumbles, sticking his tongue out at you, a gesture which you return. “I want you to help me teach him how to use Ten Shadows. You’re the only other person I know that’s inherited and knows how to use it.”

You’d been messing with Gojo up until now, but this makes you pause. It was always a possibility for the kid to inherit the same technique as you, and now that it was reality, you were…excited. Excited to teach a young sorcerer in the way you had wished you’d been taught.

“Okay,” you agree, and Gojo looks momentarily surprised by your easy compliance. “But we’re gonna need some fly heads.”

—

“Why can’t Gojo-sensei teach me how to use my technique?”

Something clenches in Satoru’s chest as he watches you kneel in front of the small boy, smiling sweetly.

“Because that goofy beanstalk’s inherited technique isn’t nearly as cool as ours, so he doesn’t fully understand how it works yet.”

Ah, always so sweet until you open that pretty mouth of yours.

You’re merely gesturing around the room, but Megumi’s already showing more interest than he does during a full conversation with Satoru himself (the strongest sorcerer in the world, not that his kid was concerned).

“You may notice that the shadows around you…respond whenever you’re feeling things like anger or anxiety— Did Gojo-sensei teach you how to control your flow of cursed energy?”

From his spot against the wall, Satoru draws a deeper than normal breath. He likes the way Gojo-sensei sounds coming from your lips.

“Yeah,” Megumi replies, pointing to the bandage on his pudgy little cheek. “With the stuffed bear that punches.”

“It’s an unorthodox method,” you grimace, cutting a glare in Satoru’s direction. “But that makes this lesson easier.”

You hold your hands out in front of you, and Gojo watches as your cursed energy pulses around you, your shadows swirling in response to your jujutsu.

The Ten Shadows technique has always intrigued him. He’s seen - through you - how its versatility and power could easily outclass the strongest sorcerers and special grade curses.

Satoru knows he’s the strongest, but you? You’re a close second.

“We can hide a lot of things in our shadows. Like weapons,” you reach into one at your side, pulling a jet-black sword. “Or…wallets.”

Satoru can hear the smile in your voice when you hand Megumi a familiar black bi-fold, patting his pockets and groaning when he realizes they’re empty.

He should have known you didn’t put your hand on his thigh for no reason while he was driving.

Megumi giggles as you set the wallet in his palm, and his mouth falls open, because the kid’s never done more than scowl around him. Were you already his favourite?

You continue your lesson, clasping your hands together to summon one of your dogs. “But the best part is our shikigami.” Megumi’s eyes widen in awe as the dog dutifully flanks your side. “Basic shikigami users usually use a talisman as an intermediary, but we use our shadows. Do you know how to make shadow puppets?”

You smile when the boy nods, helping him position his little hands to form a dog. “Good. Now focus your cursed energy into it.”

It’s adorable, the way Megumi squeezes his eyes shut and concentrates so hard. What’s even more adorable is the way your eyes light up and you cheer when two little puppies appear at Megumi’s feet, tails wagging eagerly as they look up at their summoner.

“Satoru,” you call over your shoulder (and his heart absolutely does not begin to beat a little faster hearing you say his first name). “The fly head?”

“Oh, right,” he chuckles, recalling his role as assistant in this lesson, reaching into the box and pulling the low-level curse out by its neck, holding it out as far from his body as he can.

Eyes still on Megumi, you let out a quick, sharp whistle, and your white dog snarls, lunging forward and tearing the curse from Satoru’s hand. It’s teeth rip into the thing, powerful jaw crushing and tearing until the curse is nothing but pulp. (He’s seen that dog take on curses five times its size and win, this was but the tip of the iceberg when showcasing Ten Shadows.)

“They eat the curses?” Megumi asks, sounding more surprised than scared, like any normal seven-year old would be.

(Then again, he’s Toji’s kid.)

“The dogs do, yes,” you explain, rubbing your dog behind its ears before releasing it. “But like your other shikigami, they can also be trained for offense or support.”

“Can you teach me how to train them?” Megumi asks, glancing up at you hopefully, his puppies piled into his lap.

You’d have to be absolutely heartless to say no to him.

Satoru smiles a little when your expression softens. “Of course I will,” you tell him, then nod your head back towards him. “Don’t forget about your Gojo-sensei, though. He’s quite good at hand-to-hand combat, and the only thing more valuable than a sorcerer with Ten Shadows, is one who can also throw a punch. You want to fight alongside your shikigami.”

Megumi nods enthusiastically, and it’s perhaps the most excited he’s seen the kid react to the idea of spending more time with him.

—

“You ever think about it?” He asks as he walks you back to your dorm later that night. The last tendrils of sun stream through the windows, bathing the hall in warm streaks of sunset.

“Think about what?” You hum in reply, swinging the bag of kikufuku between you two.

“Teaching.”

You snort lightly at that. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious,” Satoru laughs, nudging you slightly. “You were really good with the kid.”

“We have the same technique,” you shrug. “And he’s one kid, not a classroom of them.”

“We could do it together,” he suggests lightly. “You, me, Shoko, Utahime, even Nanami. We’re always here between missions anyway.”

You pause in the middle of the hall, turning to stare at him, your eyes searching his. “You…really do want to teach.”

“I do,” he nods. “The world is changing, and jujutsu needs to do the same. It needs people like you and me to lead that change, and it starts with us teaching kids like Megumi.”

Your gaze seems to soften, switching your shopping bag to your other hand and interlocking your fingers with his.

“Okay, let’s do it. Together.”

Satoru can’t help but smile, using your hand to pull you closer, leaning down and peppering your face in kisses until you squeal, begging him to stop between giggles.

“By the way, can you start calling me Gojo-sensei in bed?”

“Don’t push it.”

✎ a birthday to remember

- gojo satoru x reader

what is the so-called grand surprise does your husband prepare for your birthday?

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—massive fluff, comfort, pregnant!reader, (cough) pregnant sex

note: hi peeps it's been ages since i last wrote gojo :') and love entries on that matter *sobs* but here it is... my birthday has passed too but here's to any of you whose birthday is near!

a part of gojo's love entries

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“Sensei— happy birthday!”

This year, your birthday happened to fall on a workday.

If it were up to you, you would have taken the day off. However, Satoru had been assigned to Osaka and wouldn’t be returning until weekend, so taking leave and stay at home would most likely make you feel lonely.

Not only that, with you entering the fifth month of pregnancy, you figured it was better to stay active. And by the end of the day—you didn’t regret coming in at all. The students were all so sweet, they even chipped in to get you a pretty maternity dress to wear. You couldn’t wait to tell Satoru about them tonight.

You skipped happily toward the parking lot, but right when you turned the corner, suddenly—

“Wifeeeey!”

“Oh my god!”

You let out a loud gasp and took a step back, taking in the view. A sea of colorful balloons, with a man in suit standing right in the middle of it—

Your husband. In flesh. You blinked once, twice— thrice.

“Satoru...?”

He poked his head out of the string of balloons, a beaming, million-dollar grin lit up his face at the sight of your shocked expression. “Wifeeey! Happy birthdaaaaay!”

Before you could even process his sudden appearance, he had you in a chokehold, engulfing you in a bear hug and nuzzling his face against yours with childlike enthusiasm, the faint scent of his cologne filling your senses.

“What are you doing here?!” you half-shrieked, the surprise spilling from your voice.

He pulled back, frowning dramatically. “Ehhh? You don’t want me to be back?”

“Yes—”

His eyes widened as if you’d just committed the gravest betrayal. “You big meanie!”

“No,” you quickly retracted, trying to hold back your own smile at how comically dejected he was. “I mean… aren’t you supposed to be back on Sunday?”

“Heh heh, nope! I lied~” Satoru chirped, his grin returning in full force. “It’s my wifey’s birthday—how could I not come back for you?”

In that moment, your heart fluttered. He was probably saying it for no reason, but the fact that he really did fly back from Osaka just to meet you for your birthday meant a lot to you.

His big, warm hand then gently caressed your visible baby bump, his grin widening when he got a kick. “Ah, right… Hello to you too, baby! Did I startle you too? Sorry~”

You rolled your eyes, retorting, “He is terrified.”

Satoru leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper directed at your belly. “Don’t worry, baby. Papa’s here now, and he’s got balloons. That makes everything better, right?”

“...how long have you been standing here with these balloons?”

“Hmmm, not long. About an hour, maybe?”

“You shithead—why didn’t you just come inside?”

Satoru’s gasp of mock offense made you laugh despite yourself. “And ruin the surprise? My wifey deserves the full dramatic effect!”

Being Gojo Satoru’s wife certainly came with its fair share of patience-testing episodes, and sometimes you wanted to return him to Yaga for additional lessons of discipline.

But it was candid, over-the-top acts like this that reminded you just how lucky you were to have him.

Satoru brought you to a high-end restaurant for your birthday dinner before the two of you finally returned home.

And the moment you opened the door, you were greeted by countless balloons floating on the ceiling and the ground, the fairy lights illuminating the room in a cozy glow.

You were taken aback, mesmerized by the sight. “When did you even have the time to decorate the house?”

He grinned, looking far too pleased with himself. “I have many little helpers—”

“Don't tell me it's Ichiji and Nanami? Satoru, you—!”

“I promised Nanami I wouldn’t make him blow up balloons! Though I might have heard him grumble something about being above this…”

"You're unbelievable..." You let out a resigned sigh, yet still smiling as you stepped further into the living room, now bathed in the soft, golden glow.

Satoru observed you with a quiet smile. His pretty wife, and the small life within you. He adored you the most out of everyone else in this twisted world.

Click! Click!

"Huh?" You turned to him when you heard the distinct sound of a camera shutter.

Satoru was holding his phone, an amused glint in his eyes. “Just capturing the moment, you know. You, the lights, and baby. It's perfect.”

You giggled. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

He shrugged, that signature grin returning. “What can I say? You’re beautiful.”

Later, you'd find out that one of the photos would be his lock screen from now on. It would be the first thing he saw every time he unlocked his phone.

Satoru brought out the box he had prepared, handing it to you with a sly grin. “Look, sweets, before we go to bed, I have one more gift for you—and you have to wear it now.”

You arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, as you took the box from his hands. The moment you opened it and pulled out the contents, you froze.

“—?! Satoru!”

A scarlet lingerie set. The bra features intricate lace trim along the edges, and the matching panties are equally bold, with a sheer lace overlay. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced at Satoru, who was watching you with an winning grin, clearly pleased with his choice.

“What?” he challenged. “They'll suit you, c'mon.”

“You're absolutely shameless.”

“But you love me anyway~”

You let out a defeated sigh, glancing up at him, already realizing there was no way out of this now.

“You’re lucky I’ve hit my head somewhere and married you.”

. . .

He was right. It fit you perfectly.

The moment you got out of the bathroom, Satoru could feel himself getting hard already. You looked like a vision, the deep red seemed to highlight your every curve, turning you into an effortless seductress.

And not only that, you were adorable too— fiddling with your fingers and touching your rounded belly, barely hiding how self-conscious you were.

"Don't just stare at me..." you mumbled, glaring at him.

He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against your cheek, his touch tender despite the fire in his eyes. “You’re making it hard to look away, you know.”

His hands then trailed down, skimming the sides of your body, each touch lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. It was almost as if he was unraveling you, piece by piece, and you weren’t sure whether to pull away or pull him closer.

And wait... was it just you or were the space between your legs indeed getting hotter and wetter?

As if reading your mind, suddenly two of his fingers touched your barely clad pussy, and you gasped. That's right— there is indeed a hole in this freaking lingerie!

"Are... we...?" you swallowed, your gaze meeting his.

"Can I?" he asked back, voice husky. His crystal clear eyes burning with lust as he assessed you— from your eyes, lips, and then the inviting sight of your cleavage.

Did you want this?

Of course you were. Your birthday was still far from over, and you missed him too.

In response, you pushed his already hovering fingers inside you, making you hold your breath. From that point on, Satoru knew what you wanted.

Without another word, he rubbed soft circles around your clit, and you let out an unabashed moan at the contact, clinging to his shoulders for support. "Ahh..."

He teased you for a while, before slowly entering his fingers into your throbbing folds, and you were close to collapsing if it weren't for his secure hold over you.

"You're so, so damn naughty..." he whispered lowly in your ear. It was taking everything he had not to lose it right then and there. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, but the sight of your writhing face and that baby bump was damn distracting and ignited the beast inside him.

He made you pregnant already, but there was just this primal desire— wanting to mark you more...

His fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, dragging them deep but just not deep enough—

"Please..." you scratched his back unwittingly, frustrated at his shirt that got in the way. "I-I... want... you..."

How sweet. Satoru relished in your titillating breaths and chuckled, vigorously continuing his dirty ministrations.

"Say it louder," he growled in your ears. "Can't hear you."

The bastard. You yanked his hair and made him catch your teary gaze. "I... want you..."

Sinful desire flared to life at your words. "Your wish is my command, missus."

Satoru suddenly pulled out his fingers—ignoring the whine you accidentally let out for being empty all of a sudden—and admired the sheen, sticky whiteness on them.

"I barely did anything and you're this wet already," he snorted, tasting it. "They're right about the pregnancy hormones."

He placed his hand on your waist, pressing a kiss on the firm skin of your belly, before undoing his belt and trousers and pulling out his hardened member.

The sight made you actually gulp, especially when he pumped it. He pulled you to his lap and guided his pride to your sopping entrance. The moment he inserted himself, he let out a groan of relief, while you arched your back and hissed, "Ngh!"

Satoru captured your lips, his hand pressing against your aching spine. He pulled you closer, urging you to take him completely.

"Ahh— ugh... mrgh!" you sighed against his neck as soon as you did, trying to even your breath. This was something you had done so many times before, but why was this time felt like an awakening of some sorts?

"Most beautiful," he breathed in your ear wickedly. "Don't worry, leave everything to me."

He rocked his hips against yours, one hand on your back and the other gripping your thigh. With each salacious thrust, you mewled and he panted, keeping you steady all the while.

He could feel your baby bump rubbing against as his toned abs, going along with the rhythm. Satoru grinned proudly, noticing how much it had grown over the past few months. The baby must be healthy in there, huh?

The relief somehow spurred him into pick up his pace, thrusting you more deeply than before. You almost squealed.

"You know what?" he grunted, mind hazed. He didn't really realize what he was saying to you, to be honest. "You're the prettiest when you're like this— round and full, with my kid."

You only caught the lewdness in his words, but you weren't able to ponder about it as he suddenly buried his face into your supple breasts.

"Look at them, getting bigger too— these days..." He sucked on the sensitive skin and you gasped in pleasure, crying out afterwards when he fondled them with both hands.

Your senses were overly heightened and you knew you wouldn't last long. Satoru too knew he was nearing his orgasm as he tore your new bra and sucked on the mound, furthering your never-ending moans, causing your eyes to roll back as the blinding pleasure overtook you— pushing you to cum right then and there.

In the next second, he pushed you into him impossibly deeper, and his hot release gushed inside your womb. You writhed at the sudden fullness, before getting limp and collapsed into him, not even realizing that you had squirted all over his lap and dress shirt.

Your husband glanced at you, in disbelief himself at the messy scene, but utterly satisfied as his bright eyes twinkled. "Heh..."

You were awoken at three in the morning, and the first thing you noticed was that you were in Satoru's warm embrace.

His arms were wrapped around you securely, holding you close as if he were protecting you even in his sleep. You must have passed out afterwards, as all you recalled was the numbing exhaustion.

Yet you knew for certain that Satoru had cleaned you up, dressed you in your pajamas, and even placed a heat pad on your hips to soothe you.

(He remembered the one time you woke up with cramps right after a raunchy night before)

Your husband was a cheeky shit, but for you, he was willing to go extra miles. It was an overlooked fact sometimes due to how unserious he was, but each time he did and you were reminded of it, your heart always soared.

Looking up, you found his peaceful sleeping face, and not for the first time, you couldn’t help but marvel at how truly handsome he was. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you gently caressed his face.

"Hmm...?" he frowned adorably, and you almost giggled. But when he cracked his eyes open, you almost regretted it—oh yes, he is a light sleeper.

"Sweets...? Can't sleep...?" He turned to you, voice thick with sleepiness. "Anything wrong?"

"No, I'm just watching you." You smiled, poking his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

"Really? Nothing's amiss?" His hand gently slid to your belly, giving it a reassuring rub. "You have to tell me if anything’s not right..."

"Hush, I'm fine."

After making sure you were indeed fine, Satoru tightened his arms over you and pressed his eyes shut. You wrapped your arms around his back in response, feeling his steady warmth. Right in this moment, you were overwhelmed with this gentle, soft feeling— love, the kind he gave you so freely and candidly.

Your birthday had passed, but if there was one wish only he could fulfill, surely you could still ask him, right?

"Satoru..." you muttered, feeling the cool breeze of the air conditioner lulling you back to sleep. "Will you stay with me... forever?"

A smile curled on his lips at your question, his eyes still closed. "Silly girl, it's your bedtime, so why ask that?"

You thought he wouldn't answer it as he didn't say anything more. But right before you drift into deep sleep, he pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of your head, giving you his promise— one that felt truer than anything else he had said to you before.

"I will... so you must stay with me too, got it?"

what do you mean "alone", idiot? i was there all along

🐈‍⬛🤍

last week to get Gracie 🖤

✎ heaven's fury

- gojo satoru x reader

sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again

genre: angry!gojo, a bit of hurt with looots of comfort and fluff !! it’s self-indulgent too🤭

note: i knooow i said i'll post gojo angst next, but i forgot i have this in backburner too so... this hurt/comfort goes first :') based on an anon's request. loosely takes place after baby!

a part of gojo's love entries

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“Sukuna's vessel is a threat— he must be executed as soon as possible!”

“The more we put this off, the greater the risk he poses to society!”

“Gojo, you can't delay his sentence any longer—!”

Weak. All of them. They always make excuses. Trying to pin blame on someone else.

The jujutsu world he lives in… is wretched. Gojo Satoru thought he knew that well already, or at least knew enough to not get riled up over it.

Apparently not.

“Gojo-sensei? You look scary...”

Typically, he would mask his clear disdain with sharp-witted jibes, but he reached his limit this time. Especially since they had been pressuring him relentlessly to execute Itadori Yuji for at least five times a week, each week.

. . .

“Satoru, oh, you're home already!”

At the end of it all, he went home with the worst of moods. It served as a reminder—of his deep-seated contempt for weakness and how burdensome he found the task of protecting the insufferable to be.

“Satoru...?”

And it's because of their weakness that Suguru—

“Satoru, are you—?”

“Just fucking shut it!”

And that was when he saw you, standing before him with wide eyes, cradling your—his—precious baby in your arms, who was sound asleep.

“Huh…?”

Satoru immediately tensed up, realizing his mistake. And what hit him even harder was— is that a flicker of hurt he saw flashing across your face?

If so, then you quickly blinked it away because in the next instant, your face lit up with a warm smile— kind of forced, to his dismay. “Welcome home, Satoru.”

Something inside him churned, his heart started to ache, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth then.

There you were, as accepting as ever, and he cherished you for it.

But not tonight. Not for this. You didn't deserve any of his misplaced resentment.

Damn it. Damn it all!

In response, he offered you a subtle nod and headed to the bathroom, thinking a shower might help clear his foul mood away.

Contrary to what Satoru might think, you didn't really hold anything against him.

You were surprised, yes, because he was usually such a ball of energy even when he got back from intercity missions, but more than the hurt, you would understand if now, he was pissed some way or another.

Your husband is still a human. He is entitled to be upset on some days.

After ensuring your son was comfortably asleep in his cot, you returned to your bedroom to find Satoru already in bed, facing away from you. Hmph... now that you thought about it, this silence between you was unacceptable.

“Satoru.” You poked his side, but he didn't budge and still had his eyes shut. You arched an eyebrow. “Satoru? You can't be asleep.”

“…” No answer. Okay, let's try something else.

“Honey, talk to me? Hmm?” you decided to swallow the heat on your face as you addressed him more intimately. Mind you, you didn't usually call him that. He was the one in charge of pet names.

“…” This shithead. That's it.

“Satoru, my tummy hurts—”

“What?” In an instant, he flipped over, abruptly sitting up. “What hurts—”

Seizing the opportunity, you tugged him by the neck, and both of you tumbled onto the bed, with him landing on top of you. Satoru instinctively held himself up and cushioned the back of your head with his hand so you wouldn’t crash into the headboard—his blue eyes wildly flickering, searching for any sign of discomfort or harm.

“You good?” he made a face upon realizing your ruse.

“You won’t talk to me otherwise,” you noted with a hint of annoyance. But then your eyes softened into a concerned frown. “Satoru… what’s wrong?”

Once again, Satoru felt hollow. You were worried and it reached him. “It’s nothing,” he replied, looking away, trying to downplay his fury.

You pulled him close, his head against your chest, and though he was stiff and taken aback at first, he released a reluctant sigh and instinctively snuggled closer, finding comfort in your embrace.

“There, there…” you soothed with a smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Feel better now?”

He let out another sigh against you, returning the hug and nuzzling his face against your chest. His body heat enveloped you like a blanket.

And after a while...

“...’m sorry for yelling at you...” he muttered with such regret it made your eyes widen. “Didn’t mean it.”

The slight prickle in your heart dissipated at once, hearing his muffled voice.

“Mm-hmm, I know.”

“Really.”

“Mmm, really, really.”

He held you a little tighter, breathing in your scent, and you kept stroking his head. He looked so despondent it warmed your heart, and made you want to pet him. “Our baby loves being held like this too,” you giggled fondly. “You big baby… you’re just like him.”

Your husband let out a soft grunt against your chest, exhaling deeply.

“Whenever you’re ready, talk to me, yes?”

And so after several more pats on his head, Satoru finally told you everything, about how the higher-ups were relentlessly pressing him to put an end to Yuji, the new kid he recently enrolled to the jujutsu school.

“They're just some paranoid old fools—”

“Mm-hmm.”

“—stinky, cringey, looks depressed most of the time—”

“Heh— now that's just plain disrespect.”

“Yuji is just clueless and just has a lot to learn,” Satoru grumbled sullenly. “They didn't even teach him a thing and incapable to— how dare they? To keep him ignorant and then murder him?”

...oh.

And at that moment, you found clarity. Why he got so worked up, why he got irate this time whereas he was usually insensitive.

First, it was because of your tragic youth. No one protected Haibara from his unfortunate incident and was there for Geto when he needed it the most—which still haunted him to this day.

And secondly, because he himself is a father too. No one deserves their youth being taken away. That has been his moral compass, and the sense grows even stronger ever since the baby was born.

It made something inside you flutter.

“Satoru...” you breathed out, smiling, squeezing him affectionately. “You’re ... a kind person.”

“Huh?”

“You take it upon yourself to mentor those kids,” you mused. “Just look at Megumi and Yuta; they've turned out just fine.”

Truthfully, Satoru didn't consider himself as kind as you made him out to be. At times he felt like he was doing it because it was right, sometimes he thought it was for fun, and at other times, he simply didn't feel like seeing more deaths or wrong paths. And he was sure if you had asked Megumi whether he was a good teacher or not, the grumpy boy would only roll his eyes.

But then, just as he looked up at you, the prettiest smile blossomed on your face, and you said to him—

“And as your wife, I’m... proud of you.”

The way you sincerely told him that made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart pound a little faster.

The woman who has become his everything. This unabashed, pure love you show him.

“Sweets, I—” he suddenly rose, back to on top of you. But his voice faltered, remembering the way he coldly snapped at you earlier. “I...”

You looked up at him innocently. And he swallowed the shame because he had to tell you too.

Because you were so, so incredibly precious to him, and he wanted you to know that.

“…love you,” he mumbled, his beautiful eyes meeting yours with no hesitation. His cheeks were burning, tinted with a shade of pink—and you out of all people knew best that him being embarrassed meant as good as him not being horny—

But before you could point it out, he leaned down towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. There was no trace of the man who was hungry for your body— it was just a long, chaste kiss that contained his feelings for you.

And when he pulled back, both of you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath. Then, he pursed his lips, his eyes glittery—somehow reminding you of your baby's face just before he cried out for his milk.

“I wanna pay for my sin. Wanna cuddle you too.”

And so you let him. He held you close, his arm under your head and you traced lazy lines on his chest, feeling contented and somewhat giddy.

“You feel that bad, huh?” you chuckled, noticing his continued gloominess.

“I am,” he puffed out his cheeks before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Because if anyone else dares to tell you off like that, I'll wreck them on the spot.”

“Hmm, how romantic. But come to think about it... you did look a little scary though...”

At that moment, he felt his heart drop, his eyes instantly rounded in alarm, looking at you with dismay.

“No, no, I'm not scary! Wifey, I'm your devoted and loving husband!”

Epilogue

Your morning started with your baby's cries. When you glanced over, Satoru was gone from your bed already. Curious, you made your way to the baby's room, and what you saw there caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Satoru... what are you...?"

He turned to you with an expression so heartbroken as he rocked his wailing baby. "He keeps crying, I don't know why..."

However, your attention was drawn more to his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, slitted eyes as if he hadn't brushed off sleep, and most of all, the dark eyebags under his eyes.

"Uh, Satoru... give him to me."

When he did, your baby calmed down almost instantly, his sobs turning into light sniffles, and your husband could only scratch his head in confusion.

"Why...? When I tried to look at him, he cried even harder—"

"...no offense, but if I were a baby and someone who looks like a panda holds me up, I'd get scared and cry too."

Satoru let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest as he hovered your baby—

"Nooo! Papa didn't mean to scare you—!"

...but to his horror, your baby turned away from him, hiding his face in your chest instead.

⭑ : 呪術廻戦 ❛ [𝟬𝟰:𝟮𝟴 𝗔.𝗠.] : satoru gojo x fem! reader

˖ ִֶָ𐀔 contents: fluff, fluff, fluff! established relationship. second person pov. js 'toru being soft, i'm so normal abt him i swear >.<

a deep-set frown tugs at the corners of satoru's lips when he wakes up to find you missing from your spot next to him. traces of moonlight stream in through the blinds, highlighting the outline of your crumpled silhouette on the cold sheets.

waking up alone has become too often an occurrence for his liking. his brows furrow as his fingers ghost over the imprint on the pillow where you should be — beside him — feeling a pang of something akin to loneliness in his chest.

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. attempting to wake himself up a bit more. with a groan, he gets out of bed. the room seems colder somehow without you by his side. the cool wood floors grate against his bare feet as he pads down the hallway.

all the lights are turned off, except the ones in the kitchen. he finds you on your tiptoes, wobbling against the counter as you reach for your favourite mug. he's careful not to frighten you as his bare chest presses against your back and he reaches from behind to grab it.

he places it on the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. "morning," he mumbles into your skin, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

"morning 'toru" you smiled, carding your fingers through the ivory strands tickling your chin. "what are you doing up?"

"i could ask you the same thing" satoru replied, punctuating his sentence by pressing soft kisses along the curve of your neck.

"i figured i'd make myself some coffee since i couldn't go back to sleep" you shifted around in his embrace so he could see your face better.

"is something wrong sweets?" he asks, cupping your cheeks in his hands. concern shone in his eyes, bright enough to rival the stars themselves.

"no" you shook your head, savouring the feeling of satoru’s thumb stroking circles into your cheekbones "'m just not tired"

"i'll stay up with you then" satoru hummed thoughtfully

"you shouldn't" you frowned, brushing his hair out of his infinitely blue eyes. his pupils are glazed with sleep, yet still held such tenderness and warmth "you'll be too tired for your meeting"

"'m not going for it anyways, i'd rather keep you company" he wants nothing more than to pull you into a kiss, but that could wait until you'd made your coffee. he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before releasing you from his grasp.

you sigh — a quiet exhale flowing from your parted lips as you went to pour your coffee. satoru follows your movements with his gaze. the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen as you stirred almond milk and cubes of sugar into the steaming mug.

"want some?" you asked, you cupped your coffee in your hands. the warmth seeped through your fingers. "or i could make you some hot chocolate"

his infinitely blue eyes drank you in as you sipped on your coffe. in spite of your messy hair and the dark circles beneath your lashes, he found himself lost in the pure essence of your beauty. tired eyes transfixed by his shirt slipping off your shoulder and the sleeves hanging loosely on your elbows. he loved looking at you. it was without a doubt his favourite thing in the world.

"'toru?" the sweet sound of your voice eased him out of his trance. he shook his head as he moved to lean next to you. your brows are slightly furrowed and he places a kiss between them. a futile attempt to smooth the scrunched skin.

"'s nothing" he says, voice a mere whisper over the sound of the wall clock ticking and the crickets chirping outside. the lingering silence isn't uncomfortable, not when it's filled with you.

the way you tilt your head to look at him as he presses a lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth. satoru thinks he could stay like this forever. he's close enough to feel the warmth radiating off your body.

satoru wondered if you knew how much of a goner he was, if you realised how much you truly meant to him. you sipped on your coffee, oblivious to the way he watched every little movement you made. you were everything. his everything.

he'd never sleep again if it meant having your fingers carding through his hair. he'd never sleep again if it meant his hands could linger over your warm skin, imbued with the scent of coffee and your perfume, for eternity. he'd never sleep again if it meant having you with him.

"'m just in love with you" he admits, whispering the words as if they would break the earth's atmosphere. you smile, and it's brighter than any star satoru has ever gazed upon. he gently takes your mug from your grasp so he can wrap both arms around you without your coffee getting in the way.

"i know" you say softly, "i'm kinda in love with you too…"

"really?" he raises an eyebrow, grinning. satoru's gaze drops to your lips and his heart flutters in a way that's become familiar to him— and only him —after years of knowing and loving you.

"yes really" you stood on the utmost tips of your toes and leaned forward to press your lips to his. slow, gentle. it tastes exactly how he imagined it would— like sugary coffee and wisps of heaven; like home

it felt as if only the two of you were awake in the vast expanse of the universe. moonlight kissed the perfect canvas of your skin as your fingers trailed over the strong curves of his bare forearms.

the taste of coffee lingers on his lips as you pull away. satoru thinks that nothing compares to you. no one could hold a candle — no one could burn as bright.

he didn't know what his life would've been if he hadn't met you. you were his world, his soul. he wouldn't give you up for anything. not even his own freedom, because he knew without a shadow of doubt that you were it. he was never truly free until he met you

he knew he should drag you back to the comfort of your bed, to indulge in the luxury of holding you in his arms and lulling you back to sleep before the sun rises. but he selfishly wished to bask in your presence for a little while longer. to stay like this for eternity because he never knew when he'd lose the privilege of being with you.

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