Imagine Rich Boy Gojo Finding Out Your Name For Him In His Phone Is Just Satoru Or Something And Then

imagine rich boy gojo finding out your name for him in his phone is just “satoru” or something 💀 and then from the side geto is like “mine’s got an emoji!”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。NO HEART — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)

rich boy! gojo, college au, fluff, established relationships, dramatic gojo which is consistent in every version of him no matter the au

studying with gojo satoru is the worst idea you could ever allow to happen—and yet, every time he asks, you let it happen.

“baby, aren’t you getting my texts?” gojo pouts. it earns him an unimpressed glare from you as you look up from your textbook, a glare that makes him wilt while geto snickers from the corner.

“satoru, if you don’t stop bothering me while we’re supposed to be studying, so help me—”

“but it’s funny, look,” he whines. and before you can stop him, he picks up the untouched phone beside you, tapping the screen to unlock it. except, he doesn’t make it that far.

suddenly the world stills. it stops spinning on its axis. and suddenly, gojo satoru’s face is the dictionary definition of devastation.

“satoru, what’s wrong,” you furrow your brows.

“satoru. satoru? satoru?” he repeats, each time in more disbelief than the last.

“that’s….your name, yes?” you raise a brow. and then realization strikes your features—or so he thinks. he’s soon to find out he’s mistaken. “oh, sorry,” you snort, “toru, is that better? toru, get to studying—”

“my name in your phone is just satoru?” he asks, cutting you off like you’ve genuinely wounded him—the betrayal on his face and the shock in his voice are all too real.

you blink for a moment before you realize the source of his tantrum seems to be the contact name you have for him in your phone. only gojo satoru would find a way to make a big deal out of his own name, you think.

“well, yeah,” you shrug, “it’s your name. plus i had it set when i first got your number from that project. i hated you back then.”

“you called me gojo back then,” he squints accusingly.

“yeah that’s because it was gojo satoru at first,” you nod. from the side, you hear geto snicker again about the full government name to himself—which earns him a pillow thrown at his direction by gojo. “i deleted the gojo part when we started dating,” you add.

“oh so you can delete my surname once we started dating but you couldn’t even add a heart?” he asks, jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed in that dramatic way he does. it’s a bit cute, the way he’s worked up over something so small—but it’s also entirely theatric, making you roll your eyes.

“would a heart make you feel better, satoru?” you purse your lips.

“no! not if you don’t add it because you want to,” he huffs, “you might as well just say you don’t love me!”

“satoru,” you sigh in exasperation. maybe if you didn’t have physics 1302 problems to work through—a whole six of them due before midnight, in fact—you would humor him in his elaborately dramatized attempt at getting your attention. but you have classes to pass and gpa’s to maintain, so you purse your lips instead. “it’s just a contact name. what’s mine?”

“it’s baby <3. with a heart. see?” sure enough, when his phone is turned to face you, it’s baby <3. with a heart.

“i have an emoji in my contact,” geto adds from the side, ever the instigator, “maybe it’s because i’m cuter—”

“you gave suguru’s an emoji?” he asks in distress, staring at you like you’ve told him you’ve cheated. you think you might hurt his feelings less if you did, with the way his lips are curled in a genuine frown.

“suguru set his own contact,” you defend, shooting the nuisance in the corner a sharp glare. geto only offers you a sly wink in return. “i didn’t realize you cared that much about contact names,” you shrug, “i can change it—”

“no need,” gojo huffs, holding up a hand to silence you as he turns away and sticks his nose in the air in defiance. “i’ll just change yours to your full government name. see how you like it.”

“satoru—”

“and you’re not getting a heart either,” he glares, deleting the <3 slowly just for show, making eye contact with you so you know the severity of your actions.

you roll your eyes, snatching your phone back as you shake your head. “if i make your contact baby <3 with a heart because you’re my baby, will that cheer you up,” you sigh.

he ponders it for a moment, as if debating the offer. and then his arms cross in defiance once more. “no. make it baby boy 💋 with a kiss emoji.”

“gross,” geto twists his face in disgust.

gojo turns to him, face blank and serious as he shoots, “single people should not speak when it’s not their turn,” before turning back to you. “i’ll consider forgiving you if you make it baby boy 💋 with a kiss.”

“okay,” you sigh, “baby boy it is.”

“with a kiss!” he glares.

“with a kiss,” you assure, rolling your eyes.

“can i also get a kiss?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and bright and earnest enough to warm your heart.

you smile, chuckling at the way he looks so cute, at the way he melts your heart and makes you forget you have physics homework for a moment—but only for a moment because then you mumble, “no. now do your homework.”

PLS THIS PROMPT KILLED ME

can i request dilf toji + squirting for the first time with him?

dilf!toji who gets real smug once you tell him no one’s ever made you s.quìrt before. he‘s got a warm smile, a sly one before replying in a raspy voice. “. . awwww, poor thing. don‘t worry, sweetheart,” he‘d mutter into your ear, softly prying your legs open, two fingers softly plugged inside your walls. “just relax for me. relax. good girl,” he purrs, and your head‘s laid back against him— his bare chest, strands of black chest hair tickling the back of your skin as he maintains a bowling ball grip with his fingers, you‘re nearly whining— left leg starting to bounce, toes curling as your head leans back against toji and he finds you so cute. almost immediately, he finds the particular spot to nearly push you over the edge, his thick fingers were so long too— baring against his digits, your mouth slightly opens, babbling out the same words, “t—toji… toji…” he‘d chuckle, kissing the top of your forehead. “i know baby girl. you’re close hm . . . ?” the sounds of your sweet c.unt was squelching, occasionally toji would smack his hand against it with his whole wrist, just to hear you whine and whimper out— you were already throbbing so much before within seconds, you let out a sweet noise, manicured nails digging into his left thigh, and you’re s.quirtíng, your body shakes— as well as your thighs, going into straight spasms to where you can hardly speak. toji‘s still got two fingers inside before he hums. “that’s my good nasty girl. so wet f‘me. made such a cute mess,” he slyly smiles, fingers still wrapped around your neck— feeling you coat him with you slick, still going in a circular motion but slowing down, hearing your sweet whines. “toji…” you moan out, muscles in your abdomen neerly tightening. “yes baby,” he‘d slyly reply, starting to massage his fingers again and you catch your breath from whimpering. “can… can you do that again?”

toxic! gojo being utterly obsessed with his baby mama 🫶🏿

✧.* PRETTY MOMMA — satoru gojo

⇆ notes :: yes ma'am i agree 🫶🏾 i love pathetic man satoru gojo. also ik you didn't ask for it but i desperately need gojo sucking on my tits (content warnings !! not explicet smut but it's got some sexual things, toxic and needy gojo, tiddie sucking, idk what to call it but gojo bugs reader until they give in, reader and gojo aren't in an actual relationship)

you and gojo were not in a relationship. you thought you had made that very clear, but gojo just never seemed to get it. the only reason you had any contact with him was because your one night stand ended in you getting pregnant with his child.

when you first found out you were pregnant, you never even planned on telling gojo. he had left his number on a sticky note on your bedside table when he left the morning after your hook up, but it was just a courtesy, not for you to ever actually contact him. there was a sort of unspoken 'no contact' rule when you bring home a guy from the bar. it wasn't until about a month into your pregnancy that you figured he at least deserved to know.

and oh boy, did you regret that.

being a single mother would have been way easier than having gojo around all the time. almost immediately after you told him you were pregnant, he came back into your life and he hasn't left you alone since.

it was nice at first, to have someone help you out, especially as you got further and further along in your pregnancy. but it also would have been nice to have even just a minute of alone, just a few moments where gojo wasn't all over you. he stayed with you in your home, but under the agreement that he stayed on the couch. yet despite that, gojo ended up in your bed nearly every night. and the hormones throughout your pregnancy made it hard to say no to him.

but now that you actually had the baby, everything just became so exhausting. gojo was so obsessive, and controlling over everything. he had doubled down on his attachment to you, he wouldn't let you go anywhere in peace, he always had to be there. nearly every waking moment of your day gojo was around. it was like he had become obsessed with you, like he was just incapable of being without you.

"hey, what are you doing here ?" gojo once again ruined the rare moment of peace you got, poking his head into your bedroom.

"i'm laying down in my bed" you answered, you hoped your tone would be enough for him to catch the hint that you just wanted to be alone. but of course he didn't listen, and walked right into the room.

"oh, the baby's asleep ?" gojo stood over your bed, looking down at you and the baby next to you.

you wrapped your arm around the baby, and pulled her closer to you. "yes, and i'd like to keep it that way. so please leave"

"leave ?" gojo laughed, completely disregarding your words, scooping the baby up and putting her in the bassinet at the other end of the room. "why would i leave ? the baby's asleep and we get to have some mommy and daddy time"

you didn't have the energy to argue with him as he crawled into the bed next to you. you had given birth not even a month ago, and you were beyond exhausted, your whole body hurt, and you were so overwhelmed from taking care of the baby and dealing with gojo. "we aren't mommy and daddy, gojo. we aren't dating, you don't even live here"

"aw come on, don't call me that. it breaks my heart when you call me by my last name" gojo completely disregarded your words. "it's satoru" his hands slide under your shirt, moving up towards your breasts, which had swollen over the past few months from milk. "your tits are absolutely massive right now" gojo said in complete awe

"she fell asleep before i could nurse her" you responded, trying to push gojo's hand off of you. gojo was much stronger than you, especially when you were tired and he was so needy.

"i could help with that," he breathed, staring holes into your breasts.

"gojo, shut up and go away" you groaned "you aren't nursing on me, it's a miracle in itself i produce any, and it isn't for you"

"oh come on, you produce plenty. and you're so so pretty like this" gojo's hand moved up further, grabbing onto the underside of one of your breasts, massaging the fat making milk leak from your nipple.

"gojo, please ! i am so tired, and i am not going to nurse you" your voice was more strained. he was so frustrating it made you want to cry.

gojo kept squeezing your breast, watching the wet patch form on your shirt "it's fine if you're tired, i'll do all the work." he insisted "and you'll make more, you're so full right now. you can afford to give some to me. please, angel" you let out a heavy sign, but didn't respond. "please" gojo continued "i'm begging you. i won't need much, please. you don't understand. i'm obsessed with you, i need you. i need you so bad"

you couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if he was just trying to get what he wanted. either way, all you wanted was for him to shut up. so you gave in. "god, fine. just please, shut up"

"oh finally" gojo didn't even wait a second before he pulled your shirt up, "thank you, thank you" he latched onto your nipple, sucking hard. you could feel the milk filling his mouth, and it made you feel just a little more relaxed to feel your breast getting lighter.

gojo was definitely enjoying it to. he was grabbing the flash and twisting the nipple of the breast he wasn't latched to, and his breathing was heavy. he was sucking down milk so fast, he would choke and gag on the amount of fluid in his mouth.

it wasn't long before gojo's noises woke the baby. "gojo, the baby is waking up. get off before she starts crying" you tried pushing him away.

gojo put his hand on your head, keeping you down. "let her cry then" he groaned, hovering over your second breast. "i'm not done."

Made the terrible realisation that I'd never drawn Suguru properly in the time from the breakup till his death. Had to right that wrong :0

gouta again cause i love them

There's a small breeze and i will lean in for a kiss

I cant wait to see these two in s2