frosting of my cake
DAY 5 ⇢ Breeding
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
Word count: 1.2k
Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; breeding kink; manhandling; mating press
Summary: You want a baby. Satoru is determined to give it to you.
[Part of NSFW Gojo Week 2023]. Divider by @benkeibear [source].
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"My last, third wish," you put up three fingers, "want a baby."
He looks at you in silence, not quite comprehending the request you've just made. Casual over the breakfast bowl in your hands, hair still all messy and tangled from sleep.
"I was thinking you'd say more of a food play when you said you got the idea when grabbing lunch with Shoko…or another threesome. Both would be acceptable."
But this...this was unexpected. You've surprised him for once, made him speechless.
"Is baby not acceptable," you query, setting your breakfast bowl on the kitchen island.
Satoru shakes his head quickly and puts his breakfast on the table. "No–god no," he moves to stand beside you, one of your hands in both of his. Yes, it might've been sudden, but Satoru can't deny his heart skipped a beat when your words reached his ears – body shaking with anticipation and excitement, mind already running ideas of how you could make a baby.
"It's acceptable. Of course–completely acceptable. Very sudden but that's it."
"So…do you want a baby with me?" you suddenly feel timid. Even though this conversation has been long overdue.
The question seems to linger in the air. You remain still, staring into his face. Waiting.
"I do–yeah," he exhales oppressively, squeezing your hands between his own in a reassuring manner as if he knows exactly what you're thinking without ever having to say a word.
And so you get to work.
You should've seen it in highsight–
Satoru's determination – no matter the cause – has always been unwavering. Perpetual and steadfast, he's committed to his goals regardless of the situation or objective, whether in the jujutsu world or your love life. And if it involved you, Satoru Gojo has become anthropocentric.
–so when those words left your mouth a few days ago, you should've been more aware of the consequences.
It's also the reason there's a calendar on his nightstand, today's date circled in red – ovulation.
And why your cries resonate through the dimly lit bedroom. Sheets sticking to your back, slick with your sweat as Satoru pivots his hips into your quelching cunt. Puffy and swollen; already leaking his release, creating sounds that would make your face burn with shame if it weren't for the pure greed in his hungry eyes..
"Satoru–," his name flows out of your mouth, head fuzzy and unable to comprehend no more, "agh–feels so good."
Satoru's hand settles on the dip of your knee, pushing the leg into your chest more as his chest presses against your legs.
"Fuck," his hips roll into you with fervor devotion, "squeezing me so tight."
Once more you utter his name in a shattered tone. Satoru's response an unsteady thrust of his hips. It makes your back to arch in his grasp, toes curling as he relentlessly batters that sweet spot that sends waves of ecstasy crashing over your senses.
His thumb brushes against your slick, swollen lips, and his kiss is a wild, intoxicating mess. Sloppy. Messy. Unhurried with languid strokes of his tongue against yours. An oasis in the storm; a brief reprieve from the intensity that throbs between your legs. Satoru's hand drifts to your breast, cupping it like a precious gem, as he slows down.
The pressure moves from your breast, trailing along the curve of your waist until it presses against your throbbing clit. Small, filthy noises escape from the back of his throat as his lips meld with yours; a satisfied hum that spreads through your body with each thrust he gives you.
"Ahg–I'm gonna cum, Satoru–"
A guttural moan rolls over his tongue, past your lips. A rumble of approval that makes your stomach flutter with glee.
Your limbs pinned, unable to do anything against the relaxation that overcomes your body. And in this position, even if you could move, you wouldn't. You savor the leisurely gliding thrusts, the euphoria and warmth flooding your veins, the sensation of his body covering yours and the breathless sound of his moans against your lips.
"I love you so much," it's barely above a whisper, lips brushing against your skin as you feel his mouth curve into a smile against your neck. Satoru's name tears from your lips, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulder blades, legs straining painfully as he folds you in half.
It's your third time today and your second time in a row. A record for you. The sheer amount of energy you've expended almost unfathomable. A few minutes of rest to catch your breath is all it takes to has Satoru all hot and bothered again.
His name a constant thread beneath your breathless lips, heart racing so fervently that it threatens to burst from your chest before it's pulled back into your throat.
"Fuck–fuck–love you s'much," he babbles, feeling your pussy flutter around him. helpless to resist the temptation as your slick warmth pulls him in again and again–
The white stars in his eyes have always been mesmerizing but when he's close – about to blow – you've never seen anything more stunning.
–milking him dry when he reaches yet another climax.
(Fourth, you think. But given the passage of time, you wouldn't be surprised if it was even more.)
Satoru waits until you calm down, limp and pliant in his arms, before he lays a palm over your abdomen.
"I think we need more."
Satoru stretches his muscles as he rolls onto his back, his arm extending beneath the bed. Fumbling around in the dim light, searching until his fingers close around a thin, lightweight book. The image of a newborn on the cover already gives away the content, so it comes as no surprise when you read the title: BABY MAKING 101.
With an almost magical swiftness, Satoru produces a pen from somewhere and flips the publication open to its last page. You watch as he scribbles inside for a moment, his actions causing a curious intrigue to build within you until you can't help but ask, "What is that?"
He glances at you, his cheeks still sporting a faint pinkish hue. "A book. It has a list of all the best positions for breeding. Look, "and he turns the open page toward you, revealing a bulleted list of various positions—missionary, reverse cowgirl, wheelbarrow, waterfall, mating press—some of which you've never heard of before.
You raise an eyebrow and notice that some of the positions have a star drawn next to them. "Should I be asking why some of them have a star next to them?"
Satoru grins mischievously, and the tip of his pen clicks against the word "lotus" on the page. "For future reference," he says playfully. "My personal favorites."
You can't help but chuckle before he continues, "It even has tips and research on how to make babies."
"I'm pretty sure I know how babies are made."
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the beach scene with Jill and Clive made me feel so many emotions because the ship has finally sailed ;v; Can we get something similar with Joshua? When would the first kiss with Joshua be? In what situation would Joshua and Reader confess their love? Aaaaaaaa I need a lot of Joshua fluff and angst QWQ
Hopefully this was sad enough? I need more experience with angst tbh so this was good practice!
It hurt Joshua to push away his loved ones, but it was a sting he was all too familiar with. Clive, Jill, Jote, all friends and family he kept at arms length to protect them, but you were different. You never left.
He tried to send you away as well, but you wouldn’t listen. Persistent, stubborn, you followed him despite the danger you knew you would face. Even if you knew it would get you killed.
In all honesty, it only made him love you even more.
He could feel it, Ultima’s pull. Days were drawing closer and closer to their confrontation, where he would fight to protect this world and all he holds dear. An impending sense of doom, a sinking feeling in his chest every time he looked to the gray skies above. He watched the clouds roll over from his bed in the hideaway, focused on the ominous spire that hovered over the lands of valisthea in some sickening imitation of the Mothercrystal.
By early morning he would journey to that wicked monument, and the fate of the world would be decided.
“Joshua?”
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your voice. Concerned, you walk past the entryway to where he sits on his bed.
“Can’t sleep?” You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. He mirrors your own expression, not quite able to muster up a sentence.
The bed flexes with your combined weight, and any other time your company would be welcome, but it only fills him with dread. A reminder of what he stands to lose should he fail in his mission.
Your voice cuts through the silence. “I’m afraid, Joshua.”
He nods in agreement. The air is rife with apprehension, a sudden restlessness settling in his bones. “You have no reason to be. We will defeat Ultima.”
A hand reaches out to trace against his own. Tentatively, your fingers trace against his palm, holding it close as you speak. “I know you will. That’s not why I’m afraid.”
Normally so well spoken, he can’t find it in himself to reply. The fire at Phoenix Gate, the encounter at Oriflamme, and now this. Perhaps it was the curse of the Phoenix to be a martyr, to die for others.
There’s a tremble in your voice, one he wishes he could tame. “I don’t want you to go.”
It’s a naive sentiment. You both know fully well that he must but you say it anyway, desperation dripping in every word.
“I will return. I promise.” He says in mock confidence. And if his voice wavers, if his hands shake in your smaller ones, you don’t mention it.
Your shoulders shake with laughter, but it’s not like the laughter Joshua knows. No, this is forced, clipped, not the melodious sound he has grown to know and love.
You sniffle weakly, eyes glassy as you look at him. “Liar.”
That one word makes his heart shatter. Suddenly the room is all too small, reality setting in as you cry in front of him.
Neither of you can pretend any longer, and so you both fall into each other's embrace, his head pressed as far as it can into your hair. He holds you close, memorizes how you feel against him, your touch, your scent, how tightly your hands wrap around him as if you could somehow force him to stay.
Your tears feel hot against his tunic, your fingers curling into the soft material. “I love you, Joshua.”
It’s said so softly, if the room wasn’t already silent he would have missed it. Many days he imagined those words falling from your lips, imagined how his heart would beat faster and his smile would stretch, but those words fill him with an inescapable fear. They drag him down, black as pitch, leaving him trapped.
He lets out a choked sob into your soft hair. “I love you as well.”
This is not the ending he imagined, but it is the ending he is given.
When he reaches the docks, ready to leave for Ultima’s lair, he sees your face and an ugly thought tugs at his heart: “What would happen if I did stay?”
Surely Clive and Dion could fight Ultima by themselves? Perhaps they didn’t need him, perhaps his presence would be unneeded—
He banished the thought immediately. No, as much as he wants to stay, he would never risk it.
You run forward and hug him, and it’s a surprise to him and all who witness when you timidly kiss him.
Softly, your lips meld against his, a sensation that makes him forget himself. On instinct he pulls you closer, not a thought in his mind except to commit the feeling to memory.
A moment that feels like a lifetime, your lips leave his and he wishes they would return. Your eyes are full of love, and sorrow, a melting pot of emotions that he finds himself lost in.
It almost hurts to let you go, his arms falling to his sides. You seem to have the same problem, seeing as how your hands ball up until your knuckles turn white.
“Be safe.” You whisper, hesitantly leaving his embrace. He nods, giving you a weak smile.
You watch him depart in tears, and you wish upon Metia for his safe travels. He watches your shrinking silhouette until it fades into the horizon, and wishes that you do not cry for him.
As he fights, he thinks of you.
As he succumbs to his injuries, he thinks of you.
As he takes his last breath, he thinks of you.
His last wish for this world is that you do not spend the rest of your days shedding a tear for him.
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