||BEAN|| Written By Me

||BEAN|| written by me

Plot: Maki and you had a baby and your wife is getting used to it

Tags-Lesbian love,woman x woman,Maki x fem!reader,lots of cuddles,fluff,motherly love,heartwarming,cute overload,it is intended that Myla grows a bit in the story.

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i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

P.s: my brain is in riot cause of Maki x fem raeder ughhh + you don't know how much it taked to describe th f*cking lion plushie + the intended stuff are the description

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-Maki never considered herself a maternal person. She had never spent time around kids or even thought much about them before. When she and her wife decided to get pregnant, she was nervous and scared. But seeing her wife's glowing face as she held their baby for the first time, everything changed. Suddenly, she knew she could love with a fierceness she hadn't known existed. She spent every waking moment devoted to being the best mother she could be, from changing diapers to singing lullabies and reading bedtime stories.-

You were currently sitting on the couch as you held Myla in your arms as she cooed sadly missing Maki presence as you were also recovering from the heavy laboured you endured days ago.

Maki's heart ached at the sound of Myla's cries. She desperately wanted to comfort her baby but she was currently occupied with making dinner and taking care of you,her wife. Guilt gnawed at her, feeling like she wasn't doing enough as a mother and spouse.

"I'm almost done cooking, sweetheart" Maki says to you . "How about we put on some music for the little one while we wait, hmm?" She reaches out and tousles her crying baby's hair gently, hoping to soothe her while she's preoccupied.

Maki noticed how exhausted and drained her wife looked. She went over to you and gently cupped your face in her hands, looking at you with concern. "Darling, are you sure you're alright? You look so tired," she says softly, her voice filled with worry. "You've been working so hard and you're still recovering - let me take care of you while you rest, okay?"

With utmost care, Maki helped you get situated in the bedroom and made sure you was comfortable. "You take it easy tonight" she whispers, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'll take care of everything, okay? The baby, dinner, everything."

-While Myla had inherited Maki's brown eyes, her soft, fuzzy hair was a beautiful shade of (your hair color). From her button nose to her chubby cheeks, she was a beautiful baby that Maki and you adored wholeheartedly.-

As Maki held her baby, looking at her and feeling her small form against her own, she couldn't help but feel a swelling in her heart. This little life that she and her wife created together was the most precious thing in the world to her. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the love of her family.

Myla cooed softly, her little fingers grasping Maki's hair. Maki couldn't help but smile at the sight. She nuzzled her nose against her daughter's cheek, whispering quietly "I love you, little one. We created something amazing, you know that?"

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Maki carried Myla into the kitchen, where her wife was sitting at the table, resting quietly. "Hey, look who I found" she said cheerfully, placing the baby in her wife's arms. "She was missing her mommy." Myla squealed happily at the sight of her mother, reaching out her tiny arms towards her. Maki sat down beside her, smiling at the sight of her little family.

as you were holding Myla she grabbed a fork shooked it,playing with it before dropping it on the ground looking at it "Myla..no bad thats' no good okay?" you said in your baby tone as you picked the fork but Myla dropped the knife instead giggling and you huffed

As Myla continued to play with the utensils, Maki couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like someone's got a taste for causing trouble" she said with a smile, watching as Myla dropped the knife onto the floor. But even though her antics were causing a mess, Maki couldn't help but find her adorable. "Looks like we've got a little rascal on our hands, eh?"

You looked at Maki with a scowl and when you were about to open your mouth to speak Myla took the glass and played with it and you immediately tried to stop her "Myla no no! give it to me baby"

As Myla reached for the glass, Maki quickly intervened. "No, no, sweetie" she said gently, taking the glass from her tiny hands. "We don't play with glass, okay? It could break and hurt us" She gently redirected Myla towards her toys, handing her a safer and more suitable item to play with instead.

Myla took the squeaky toy and threw it on the floor as it emitted tiny squeaks as it bounced on the pavement "oh she's angry" you said giggling

Maki couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Myla's antics. "Looks like someone's getting a bit feisty,eh?" she said with a smile. "But we need to teach her that throwing things isn't acceptable behavior. Let's try something else, shall we?" Maki offered Myla a soft plush toy instead, encouraging her to play with it more gently

-The plush was a Lion,called Maxy, formed by a round and soft red body,the limbs were soft ropes that ended with brown legs also soft filled with cotton with circles behind them reminiscent of the pads and the head was larger than the body,the mane was formed by long and short stripes that decorated it from behind while in front there was the lion's face formed by two black and small circles where below there was a soft and prominent muzzle with soft black truffle and with two other two circles at the end on the sides of the face which were the cheeks. Around his neck was a red bandana with the sheriff's coat of arms also decorated with a drawing of a miniature lion on a horse with dark brown lines finally it had a long tail formed by a long stripe that ended with a pompom for the tail-

But Myla cooed angry trowing it on the floor too "Oh no! you hurted your lion Myla" you cited poking her

Maki couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and mild exasperation at Myla's tantrum. She picked up the toy lion and held it up to her face, speaking in a playful tone. "Ah, what have you done, Myla? You've hurt your poor little Maxy. He's sad because you threw him on the ground." Maki shook the toy lion gently, as if it was protesting.

Myla's eyes widened at the sight of the toy lion being "upset". She reached out for it, her tiny fingers grasping at its soft fur. Maki playfully pulled it back, pretending to scold her. "No, no, no. Remember, we treat our toys with care. Apologize to your lion, baby."

Myla let out a tiny whimper as if she understood what was asked of her. She patted the toy lion gently, cooing softly as if apologies. She looked up at Maki, her eyes wide and innocent, as if asking for approval.

"i think Maxy forgived your action,right Maki?" you said looking at your wife as Myla whimpered trying to reach for her toy

Maki chuckled at the sight of Myla's pleading eyes, her little arms reaching for the toy. "I think you're right" she said with a smile, handing the toy back to Myla. "Looks like Maxy is feeling better now that you apologized. Just remember, we treat our toys gently, just like we treat each other gently, okay?"

"And speaking of Maxy…" Maki held up the lion toy once more, pretending to speak on his behalf. "He's feeling a bit sleepy. Should we put him down for a nap?" She made the toy yawn loudly, making Myla giggle in response. "I think that's a yes" Maki said with a wink, placing the toy in a nearby crib. Maki watched as Myla unsteadily made her way over to Maxy, her tiny feet stumbling and wobbling. She babbled happily as she reached for the toy Lion, her chubby hands grasping at the air. Maki couldn't help but smile at the adorable scene, her heart swelling with affection for her family. "Looks like Myla really loves Maxy" she said softly, gently guiding her baby to sit down next to the toy.

Myla grabbed Maxi before looking at her mum "oh i think she wants you to play with her"

Maki understood immediately what Myla wanted and her heart melted. She knelt down next to her daughter and the toy lion, happily joining in the game. "Alright, Myla, let's see what adventures Maxy has in store for us today" Maki said with a smile, embracing her daughter and the toy. The three of them played together, giggling and laughing as they pretended to go on imaginary journeys.

"Maxy is feeling hungry right now" Maki said in a playful voice, acting as if the toy was speaking. "Should, we feed him?" She looked at Myla, prompting her to respond. Myla's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and she eagerly nodded her head, excited to continue the imaginative playtime. Maki then grabbed a small plush toy that represented some food and pretended to feed Maxy, making exaggerated feeding sounds. Myla followed suit, mimicking her mummy actions and giggling happily.

As they fed Maxy, they continued to create a world of make-believe around them. Maki described a vast jungle where Maxy the Lion lived, and they even incorporated other toys into the game, each one playing a unique role. They danced, sang, and made up stories while Maxy looked on, his plush form serving as the center of their imaginative world.

As the game continued, their laughter echoed throughout the room, filling the air with joy and affection. It was moments like these that made parenthood truly special, where even the simplest activities could become magical experiences shared between parent and child. Maki and her family played with Maxy for hours, lost in their world of make-believe, until finally, it was time for Myla to rest.

"You tired Myla?" you asked kneeling in beetween your wife and her

Myla yawned, her tiny eyelids drooping with exhaustion, signaling that she was indeed ready for a nap. Maki scooped her up gently, cradling her close as she began to hum a gentle lullaby. Together, the two of you sang softly,your voices blending together in a soothing melody that lulled Myla into a peaceful slumber. Maki laid her down in her crib, tucked her in, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

"here sweetie" You said placing Maxy near her side "goodnight sweetie"

Myla clutched Maxy tightly as she drifted off to sleep, her little chest rising and falling with each breath. Maki watched as her daughter slept peacefully, her heart overflowing with love and contentment. She reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently.

"We did good today" Maki said softly, turning to look at you "Our little girl is growing up so fast, and I can't help but feel so proud and grateful for the life we've built together."

The room was quiet and still, filled only with the steady sound of Myla's breathing and the gentle beats of your hearts. In that moment, you found yourselves deeply content, feeling grateful for each other and the beautiful family you had created. Together, you savored the silence, knowing that it wouldn't last long come morning.

"sleepy" You cooed cutely snuggling your face into Maki neck

Maki chuckled softly at your adorable behavior. She reached up and gently combed her fingers through your hair, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. "You're such a snuggle bug" she said affectionately "But I suppose it's time we get some sleep ourselves."

"Uppies" you cooed pouting opening your arms as asking to get carried

Maki couldn't help but melt at your endearing request. She scooped you up in her strong embrace without hesitation, cradling you close against her chest. "I've got you, my love" she whispered, peppering your face with tiny kisses as she carried you to the bed.

As you reached the bed, Maki gently placed you down on the soft mattress, tucking you both in together. She wrapped her arms around you and held you close, your bodies intertwined, finding comfort and warmth in each other's presence. The rhythmic rise and fall of yourr breaths synced as you laid there, drifting off to a peaceful slumber, content and fulfilled in each other's arms

sweet syrup, satoru gojo

synopsis: emotions are all over the place when fwb!gojo stands you up… for another girl? content: fluff (kinda). smut (food play, fem!receiving, orgasm, unprotected sex) wc: 3.1k a/n: another fic within 24hrs to make up for my absence :). (not proofread!). this is a result of listening to sesame syrup by cigarettes after sex on repeat.

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your phone chimes with a text from satoru “are you free this week? i’m coming to your city”. to which you reply almost instantly. “yeah, i can make some time.”

he texts back: “no need to cancel any plans. i can work around it. just wanna spend some time with you while i’m here.” making your heart flip.

“i have an event to attend tonight, but can i come over sometime between 2 and 3?” he sends another text.

it’s not really like you had much going on in the week so you decided to say yes. to which he sends a winky face and a see you soon.

it’s almost 2am when you’re done getting ready. it has been a while since you’ve seen each other and while satoru has seen you in all your rawness. you figured it wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit.

you decide to wear an ocean blue lingerie set (his favorite color) and a sheer white dress over it, leaving nothing to imagination. you hope you can catch him off guard with this look.

you look at the clock and it’s already 2:30am. you decide to send him a text to confirm he’s going to come up or not. it’s not like satoru to stand you up especially on a plan he’s made.

“are we still good for tonight?” you text. but no reply comes through. he did say 3am didn’t he, you think to yourself. maybe he’ll be there by then. you sigh and decide to put on a movie.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and wait a bit longer past 3. but you regret that decision as you are watching instagram stories and see a pic of none other than, satoru gojo in all his glory at the party he said he’d be. an angry pout takes over your lips.

what gets you isn’t the fact that he may still be at the party but who he is with. some model’s lips are pressed to his cheeks – hand hovering over her back and his stupid people winning grin plastered on his face.

posted 20 minutes ago. you inhale deeply, trying to keep the tears at bay. you didn’t even know why you were hurt. after all you were just fuck buddies and nothing more. you suppose it was the anger making you cry.

feeling stupid at even trying to dress him for him, streaks of black mascara run down your face. you look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, willing yourself to not cry over some rich fucker.

you wipe your make up and change into a pair of sweatpants and lay back down on the couch. continuing your show trying to distract yourself from the indirect rejection you felt.

but your mind kept going back to him. why would he wanna be with you when he can get all those pretty girls with their perfect bodies. girls who could probably make him feel far better than you do.

you were stupid to think there was something going in between the two of you. as soon as that thought crosses your mind a text chimes. “baby, i’m so sorry. almost there. 5 minutes.”

you scoff at the nickname ‘baby’ huh. “don’t bother. i’m going to sleep.” but you don’t get a reply back. instead what you get is loud repetition of knocks on your apartment door followed by your name.

he waits a beat and then continues knocking. “not leaving until you open the door” he texts you. out of compassion for your neighbors, you open the door. his hand stops mid knock as you gesture him to get in.

"i'm really sorry, i swear i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long." he starts rambling and you look at him with a plain stare and arms crossed to let him know you're not having his bullshit — you already know he has other priorities.

"i lost track of time and i left the party as soon as i realized. my phone was dead, so i couldn't even text you. i just charged it on the way here. darling, you know i'd never keep you waiting," he moves closer to grab your hands and you let him.

you gulp hard trying to not cry. he reaches to touch your face but you jerk your head away. "don't gojo." the change stings him and you see a look of hurt pass over his face. "please" he drags out the syllable. "okay," you tell him and he almost smiles but you reach out and wipe the lipstick mark off his cheek bringing it up to his eyes "what's this then?"

he narrows his eyes at your thumb in thought, "it's nothing, i swear. she kissed my cheek out of nowhere and they took the photo and i moved away from her just as fast." and you scoff in disbelief, "you just have an answer for everything, don't you gojo."

he groans “just give me a minute,” and pulls out his phone — going through his texts to show the photos of him taken throughout the night. out of habit you take in his appearance. he looks unbelievably sexy in an all black outfit, a sheer black tank and a black overcoat with matching suit pants. you're immediately reminded of your white dress that you had picked earlier and think how perfectly it’d match his outfit. a tear involuntarily escapes your eye.

you wipe it casually before he can notice. he pulls up the photo probably going around on social media at the moment and then the one of him moving away from the lady, "see!" he exclaims. and you sigh, "what do you want me to say gojo?"

"first off, don't call me gojo. secondly, forgive me. it was an honest mistake, you know i'd never do it on purpose. and lastly, i've missed you so so much baby," he drops his forehead to yours and you don't pull away. cause you've missed him just the same.

"go home," you whisper to him. "can't." he replies in the same manner. "it's too late and i didn't get my car. let me stay. let me make it up to you."

you pull away from him and turn towards your bedroom. he lets out a sigh of relief thinking maybe you were giving him a second chance but his shoulders deflate just as quick when you say, "you can take the guest room."

and so he does. he'd take any chance to be close to you since his job makes it hard for him to stay around you for long periods of time. so whenever he comes to this city, he'd prefers to stay with you rather than at a hotel.

and although your relationship and feelings for each other were hidden under the title of "fuck buddies" you both knew it was more than that. both of you went exclusive as soon as you started sleeping with each other. hell you don't think you could find anyone who would fuck you as good as satoru does. and he doesn't even want to try because the way your pussy makes him feel is other worldly.

he gets out of the shower and opts to wear just his boxers and lays comfortably at the thought of making it up to you in the morning. meanwhile you twist and turn trying to find a position to sleep, wondering if you should give in or keep it up so he knows what he did was wrong.

you wake up to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen and smile when you remember satoru stayed over last night. albeit not with you but still. your jaw drops slightly when you walk out and see him standing by the stove in nothing but his boxers. the early morning light accentuating the dips and curves of his muscles.

"satoru!" you shriek covering your eyes. "oh, good morning baby. why are you hiding your face?" he asks as if he isn't standing there with his dick in your face. "why are you naked?! put something on!" you exclaim. "ahh, nothing you haven't seen before princess. plus i’m not naked. I’m wearing boxers!” he grins and then adds on “can't exactly wear those clothes when i'm cookin breakfast. it's uncomfortable."

"ugh," you say out loud and march back into your room. you come out with a pair of his sweatpants and throw it to him from across the counter. "wear these!"

"whatever you want baby," he pulls them on and they rest sinfully on his hips – almost teasing you and your cheeks flush. “can you taste this for me?” he asks and you walk around the counter to stand next to him as he pushes a spoonful of syrup towards you.

your eyes flutter close and you hum at the sweet taste. “this is really good,” you smile softly. “thanks. it’s for the french toast. i just put it in the oven to keep it warm. thought you’d be asleep for a little longer.” you beam at the mention of french toast, they were your favorite. “nutella?” you ask and he nods with a mesmerizing smile “just the way you like it, sweets.”

you both gaze at each other with a soft smile. “can i have another spoon?” you meek. you accidentally let a little bit of it dribble down your chin. “oh shit,” you’re about to wipe it off but satoru holds your hand and pulls you in closer.

you feel his tongue leave a wet trail behind as he licks the dripping syrup from your chin to the corner of your mouth. your breath hitches at the sensation. he pulls back and looks at you with smirk.

before he can take too much pride in catching you off guard, you surprise him by clashing your lips to his. he bucks backward and steadies himself with a grip on your waist.

his heart picks up a beat at finally feeling your plush lips on his. tasting the remnants of syrup still sticking to your lips. your kiss felt transcendental to him. like the only way to stay alive was the air that passed through your mouth to his. and he rejoiced at that. he’d be willing to live with you as his source of oxygen.

gaining back some composure he pushes you back and places you on the counter. you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in further. his tongue tries to find its way into your mouth but you don’t budge. instead you giggle into the kiss and he takes it as an indication to kiss your teeth.

his lips move over your jaw, lightly nipping at the skin at the space under your ear. his tongue pokes out and traces your ear lobe once, twice and then he nibs down on the cartilage playfully with a whine of your name. the oven’s beeping brings you both out of the love lust trance you’re in.

he huffs and moves back to turn off the oven while you turn off the stove and grab another spoon of syrup. he turns back to see you leaning back on an arm and kicking your feet – dropping the sticky syrup over your clothed perked nipples. the lack of a bra evident. “oops” you pout, feigning innocence.

his breath seizes at the scene unfolding in front of him. he licks his lips once and then without wasting any more time, his mouth moves over your chest. licking the syrup off your shirt and in the process stimulating your nipples just like you hoped. he pulls off your shirt and throws it behind somewhere behind but before he can go further you stop him “wait!”.

“not in the kitchen,” you speak timidly – a flush creeping up your neck at his lustful stare. pressure builds in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you and you squeeze your thighs for a bit of friction.

“where?” he asks as he picks you up. “anywhere but the kitchen,” you whisper into the skin of his neck as you place a chaste kiss. and then he’s dropping down to his knees with you. laying you on the wooden floor of your living room

he leaves you on the floor for a beat and then comes back with the pot filled with syrup. he peels of your sweatpants along with your soaked panties. “lay still,” he tells you and you straighten out your legs and arms.

using you as his canvas he grabs the pot of syrup and tilts it over your body. creating a pattern of syrup on your naked body. he places the pot back on the counter and admires his work. a thoughtful grin on his face as he makes eye contact with you. “can i take a photo of you?” he asks and you nod without a second thought. he grabs your phone and snaps a pic. this image of yours would be imprinted in his mind forever and more.

“look at how beautiful you look,” and surely you do. sprawled out over the wooden floors of your apartment with a sticky substance covering your body. but that’s not all. the sun shines through the curtains, casting your body in an ethereal light and a ring of light on your head acting as a halo. “just like an angel. my angel. aren’t you baby?” he asks for confirmation.

and maybe it’s too early to say but you do anyway. “only yours, satoru. always yours,” you utter the words he’s been waiting for – well he feels like his whole life but in reality it’s only been three months since you two started this relationship.

the intensity of his gaze has a shiver run over your body and you can feel goosebumps erupt across your skin. he moves on top of you. taking his time with your body. licking over and over until he cleans the syrup. you almost feel like you’re not breathing as his mouth moves over your neck, collarbones, chest, stomach – lapping and littering your skin with love bites.

before moving further down he gives you a deep kiss and you can taste the sweetness of the syrup on his tongue as it tangles with yours. but it’s so incredibly satoru, to be tasting this sweet you can’t help but suck his tongue a little.

finally he spreads your thighs and makes himself at home. licking a quick stripe to test your wetness. there’s so much arousal it has him wondering if you already came. your nubs a shade darker, almost angry at being away from him for so long. he coos at your pussy as it was a separate being. “you missed me, didn’t you?” a peck to your clit. “i missed you too, but your mommy was tryna keep us apart.” you can’t help but laugh at the endearing silliness of him speaking to your pussy. faking a gasp he whispers “i know! it’s okay. going to take such good care of you now,” this time he looks at you.

his tongue moves over your bundle of nerves pressing down on your nub stimulating it just the right amount and plunging a finger into your cunt. his eyes flutter close at your taste. “nothing comes close to your sweetness, darling” he groans. your hands tangle in his head as he continues sucking your clit. you moan his name “ha ha ‘m so close toru.” so he speeds up his pace – licking ferociously, wanting you to reach your high quicker.

you come with a scream of his name. eyes shut and fingers tugging his hair but he has no complaints. he loved the sting when you tugged his hair like this – when you were too fucked out to even realize you were doing it.

he frees his cock and he feels like he can breath a bit better now. his hardened cock turns impossibly harder when you reach a hand down and pump it a few times and he watches in awe. pre cum lathering his length.

“you doing okay?” he asks you from above aligning himself but not pushing in. “yeah,” you hum but you’re lost in thought. about last night. but satoru notices everything. he squeezes your cheeks so you look at him. “what’s wrong?” genuinely concerned.

“i was hurt last night when you didn’t show up on time. and i didn’t understand why i was so hurt because it’s not like we’re dating or anything. but seeing that pic of you, out with those people hurt. cause i was here waiting for you, wanting to surprise you with a dress i bought, that i thought you’d like. but that doesn’t matter. what i’m trying to say is that this is more than just sex for me satoru. i really really like you. i want more of you. more of this. more of us.” you confess all that you’ve held in since this past few weeks of being apart from him.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, reeling in your confession. you feel like you’ve ruined whatever you had going on. “satoru, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” in fact it wasn’t. you’d be heartbroken if he didn’t feel the same way. “you don’t have to say anything. i just, i-“ you’re about to continue but he cuts you off with a hard kiss. “i do too. all that you said. i too, want more of you, more of this, more of us. it’s more than just sex for me too, baby. has been for a while. i’m really sorry about last night. wear that dress for me tonight, please.” he pleads. “i’ll cook you a nice dinner and we can have our first date as an official couple. what’d you say?” he smiles softly.

your heart clenches at overwhelming emotions and tears line your eyes as you repeat yes over and over again until he’s kissing you and drinking the love out of you.

he carries you over to your bedroom and lays beside you. he grabs your leg and places it over his hip, lining his cock with your cunt. slowly he pushes into you. you both moan in unison. him at the feeling of your snug walls and you at the feeling of his cock stretching you apart.

your foreheads touch as you maintain eye contact. he thrusts into you ever so lovingly. languid and hard thrusts. as if you both had all the time in the world.

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a/n: idk how i feel abt this 💔😭 but i hope you liked it. comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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idk how to reply but that made blush

i only know blue and bluey

The armour of Laios Touden from Delicious in Dungeon. I always love finding a Japanese author who's done their research on armour from another continent and assembled something believable for their medieval-based European characters.

The parts are:

Gorget, protecting the neck

Pauldrons, protecting the shoulder

Cuirass, the plate armour protecting the back and front of the torso above the waist (a breastplate is only the front part of a cuirass)

Vambraces, protecting the lower arm

Faulds, protecting the front between the waist and groin. The equivalent protecting the back side is the culet. I'm assuming these are faulds and culet as they have the horizontal lines that on real armour were segments of plate

Update: This has been confirmed to be a hauberk, as it’s a robe of chainmail! Thank you to @lucky-fy A hauberk or mail skirt (depending on how high on the body it starts from) provides flexible extra protection for the groin and tops of the thighs

Poleyn, protecting the knee

Greaves, protecting the lower leg.

🔞 Gojo x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING 🔞

Baby love Part 1

synopsis: You and Gojo,your boyfriend,craved eachother after long hours at school

Featuring: Gojo Satoru

Contents: DORM!au-student!Gojo Satoru x student!fem!reader-both adult-explicit content-preparing-sex-fingering-vaginal-fingering-eating-crampie-breeding kink-breeding-smut-cute-fluff-impregnation

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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Satoru leans against the door frame, peering in. He’s wearing a dark purple hoodie with his sunglasses perched atop his head. He sees you chewing on the pillow and raises his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. He knows what that means.

“Ah, you’re already preparing for me, hm?” Satoru teases, taking a step into the room. He walks over to the bed and sits down, looking over at you. He reaches out and strokes her cheek. “My, my, look at you” he murmurs, his voice low. “Ready for me so quickly?”

"Mhm s'not my fault, you took so long at school" you whined as you kept touching yourself

Satoru chuckles. “Ah, poor baby” he coos, reaching out and threading his fingers through your hair. “You missed me that much, huh?” He teases, pulling you closer to him, his expression turning sultry. “If you wanted all my attention, you just gotta say it” he murmurs, trailing a hand up to rest on your thigh.

You purred as you felt one of Gojo slender finger slipping in your folds,your face resting on the pillow as you grabbed it

His breath catches as his finger slips into your slick slit, letting out a low groan as he feels your heat. “So needy, baby” Satoru pulls his finger out of you, a smirk on his face. “I wonder how long I’ll last tonight” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re already so excited” he teases, shifting so that he lay between your thighs.

“I wonder if I’ll get to use my mouth on you” He pushes your thighs apart and settles between them, a wolfish smile on his mouth. His tongue runs through your folds, slowly and tenderly. He takes his time. He’s enjoying the way you taste, he presses his tongue in deeper.

"Ahmn! Jo slow down,they're gonna hear me" You whined gripping the sheets

He lifts up for a moment, his chin glistening. “Let them” he whispered. “They need to know who you belong to.”

You whined burying the back of your head in the pillow as you timidly wanted to hold Gojo head not sure if he wanted to

Satoru reaches up and gently grabs your wrist. “You can hold me, sweetheart” he murmurs. He guides your hand down to his head, encouraging your to thread your fingers through his hair.

"You sure? It's a bit embarrassing" you whimpered looking at him

Satoru laughs warmly, leaning his head into your hand. “Of course” he says, moving his mouth back down to you. “I just want to make you feel good, sweetheart.” He presses his tongue in again, feeling your body respond to him.

"Mhn" you whined crying a bit "sorry, it's just it's embarrassing" you said looking at him

“Hm?” Satoru lifts his head up, a mischievous look in his eyes. “What’s embarrassing, love?” He asked, his hands running up your thighs. “The noises you’re making?”

You nod "are they bad?" You asked stuttering

Satoru laughs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your stomach. “Nope, I love the fact that you’re making those cute little noises because of me” he murmurs. “You don’t need to get shy, love” he assures you.

You whined as he slicked a finger in "mhn" making you squirt

He feels your body squeeze around his finger, letting out a low groan. “My, my, look at you” he murmurs, watching you writhe against the sheets. “Such a pretty girl for me.”

You whined making cute moans as Gojo started to use his mouth too and couldn't help but grabbing his head touching his scalp

His moans were deep and hungry, his tongue swirling around as he tasted you. He loved when you touched his head, the feeling of your fingers in his hair making him tingle. He loved those sounds, those delicious little noises syou made as you gave in to him.

You tugged his hair at every push of his tongue in you making you moan cutely "Jo-jo ahn mhn" you bited your lip your eyes closed

His hands tightened their grip on your thighs, feeling you tugging on his hair. He groaned against you, his tongue slipping in deeper and faster. His need to taste you, to devour you was overwhelming. “Good girl” he groaned, feeling your body start to twitch in pleasure.

He kept going, using both his tongue and his fingers to push you over the edge. He could tell you were close, your body trembling. “That’s it, love” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You gripped his hair moaning out loudly "Jo-jo mhn ahn" you were almost close

“Go ahead” he murmured, his tongue working faster. “Come for me” he said, his voice rough with desire.

You groaned moaning as your hand gripped his head harder your legs flaying

He kept up his pace, feeling your body begin to convulse. “I got you, baby” he growled, his tongue keeping up its relentless assault.

He knew you were close, his heart pounding in anticipation. He wanted you to come, to feel your trembling body in his arms. “Come for me, sweetheart” he pleaded, his tone desperate. “I need it.”

He felt your body tighten around his tongue, hear your moans grow louder. “That’s it, love” he groaned, his own breathing growing ragged. “Let go for me.”

You groaned gripping the bed sheets as you camed whining

Satoru slowed his pace, his tongue gently lapping up your juices. He lifted his head up and looked up at you, his breathing choppy. “You taste so good” he murmured, moving up to kiss you. “Feeling better now, love?”

"Mhn yes but.." you teased rubbing your knee on Gojo bulge "I need you"

Satoru groaned as your knee rubbed against him. He leaned in, his voice low and husky. “I need you too, baby” he whispered, his hands reaching out to touch your hips. “I’ve been craving your touch all day.”

You cried out as Gojo showed up two fingers in you curling them as you were positioned on his legs "mhn ah ah Jo not. Mhn fair..I already camed"

“You’ll be coming for me all night, sweetheart” Satoru growled teasingly, his fingers still moving inside of you. “And I don’t play fair” he added, nipping at your shoulder.

You camed again on his fingers whining hugging his neck

Satoru chuckled, pulling his fingers out and looking up at you. “Someone’s needy tonight” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Are you ready for me, love?”

Your eyes widen as Gojo unzipped his pants and tooked off his boxers,it was big and pulsing

He chuckled as he saw your eyes widen, his hands reaching out to pull her closer. “Like what you see, baby?” He teased, his voice low and husky. “It’s all yours, you know”

Gojo lined himself between your legs but not before he flipped you on your stomach

He positioned himself behind you, his hands holding your hips tightly. “Just relax" He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your neck. “This might hurt at first.

He pressed the tip against your entrance, feeling you trembling. He leaned in close, whispering in your ear. “I’ll be careful” he assured her, rubbing a soothing hand down her back. “Ready, love?”

"Mhm mhm" You whined feeling the tip pulse against you "Jo-jo" you said wondering "I wanna make a baby"

Satoru’s breath caught in his throat, his heartbeat quickening. He didn’t expect you to say that. “I want that too” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “I want you to give me a baby, sweetheart” he said as he pressed his hips forward.

"Ah! Mhn then l..let's make one" you gasped gripping the bed feeling full already but he wasn't even half in

Satoru groaned, his hips coming to a stop. “Patience, sweetheart” he whispered “We’ve got all night to make a baby after all” he said, running his hands down your sides “Just relax, love” he reassured her, his breath hot against yourr neck

He began to move his hips, going slowly and gently, his hands caressing your body. “You feel so good” he groaned, his heart racing. “So perfect for me.”

"You too,mhn you feel big" You gripped the pillow "ahmn,I want more"

Satoru couldn't help but chuckle at your words. “You want more?” He asked, his voice low. His hips began to move faster, harder. “You want it all?” He growled, his breath husky.

"Yes,even mhn if you break me, I want it I want your baby" you moaned pushing your tights down

Gojo’s heart leapt as you asked for his baby. There was nothing he wanted more than to give you his child, to start a family with you. “That’s my girl” he growled, his hips picking up speed. “You’ll look so beautiful, pregnant with my baby”

As you moved together, your bodies slick with sweat and your moans echoing through the room; Satoru reached down, grasping your hand and intertwining your fingers. “My precious girl” he uttered, his voice breathless “the mother of my future child.”

You whined feeling him stretching you out "Ah mhn Jo"

“I know, sweetheart” Satoru purred, his chest rumbling. He kept pumping into you, his body trembling with the effort of keeping his movements controlled. “You’re doing so well” he praised, his breath warm on your back.

You cried out as Gojo pumped on your sweet spot making you bubble incoherent stuff

“Close, sweetheart?” Satoru asked, his voice rough with effort. He was so close too, his body trembling with the need to spend himself inside you, to fill you with his child

"Yes so close" you whined moaning loudly

“Good girl,” he groaned, his hips suddenly moving faster. “Take it"

“Have my baby” he demanded, his hand coming around to your stomach, his fingers pressing against your skin. “That’s it, baby” As he felt himself approaching the edge, his body tensing and his muscles trembling, he leaned down and whispered against your ear. “Come for me, baby. I need it, need to feel you.”

Desperate moans left your mouth as you gripped the pillow

Satoru groaned as he felt you tighten around him, his body on the edge. He pounded into you faster, deeper, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “That’s it, sweetheart” he urged, his voice low

"Ah ahmn Jo ah Jo I'm-- I'm-- " you shouted moaning

“Come for me, baby” he repeated, his breath hot against your neck as he felt himself nearing the edge, he was so close. “Go on, baby, give it to me. Let go, I’m right here with you.”

And finally, his body exploded, his world shrinking down to only you and your bodies joined together. He groaned your name as he spilled deep inside you.

“There you go, sweetheart” Gojo gasped, his body trembling against you. He held you close as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his hand against your stomach. “We’ll make that baby together, my love.”

You tried again but this time you were in a mating press "mhn ah Gojo one time is enough" you whined as your boyfriend was determined to get you pregnant

Gojo grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just one more time, love. I can’t wait to see you swollen with my child” he said, his voice rough with desire.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss toyour belly, his hand caressing the soft skin. “And just think, our baby will be growing right here, inside of you. Isn’t that a beautiful thought?”

He pressed his hips forward again, feelingyour body open up for him. “I can’t wait to watch you grow” he whispered, his voice low and husky. He began to move again, his strokes slow and deliberate.

“Just imagine it, my love” he said, his breath hot against your neck. “You carrying our child. Our own little miracle.”

“Our own little miracle” you echoed, your voice soft and reverent. You felt a wave of emotion wash over you as you pondered the thought of carrying his child in your womb. It was both a terrifying and exhilarating prospect, and you knew that he was the only one you could ever entrust such a precious gift to.

With every thrust, you felt your heart swelling with affection, each movement a testament to their love. And as the heat and the friction between them grew more intense, you felt herself growing impossibly closer to the brink.

"Jo! Ah ahn Jo Jo Jo!" You moaned biting his neck as you felt closer

Gojo groaned as he felt your teeth against his skin, the sharpness of your bite only adding to his excitement. His thrusts grew harder, faster, as he angled his hips to hit that spot that made you squirm.

“That’s my girl” he whispered with a smirk, his breath coming in pants. “Scream my name, baby. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

"It's coming ahn it coming!" You moaned gripping Gojo chest

Gojo groaned as he felt your body tremble, your pleasure building. “That’s it” he said breathlessly, his breath hot against your neck. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

“I’m right here with you” he whispered, his own release close. “Just let go for me, love. Come on, let me feel you come for me.”

He buried his face in your shoulder, his body tensing as he felt his own orgasm approaching. “That’s it” he panted, his breath coming in short gasps. “I’m right there with you.”

As he lost control, he let out a deep groan, his entire body shaking as he spent himself deep within you. “My love,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “My love, my love, my love.”

He held you close, his body still shaking with the intensity of your pleasure. As you lay tangled together, he pressed tender kisses to your neck and shoulder, his voice soft with affection. “My precious girl" he whispered, his hand gently stroking your stomach.

“I love you more than anything in this world. And soon, we’ll have our own little miracle. A beautiful child created from our love.”

He pulled you closer, his arms encircling her protectively. “I can’t wait to see you carrying our baby” he murmured. “You’re going to be the most beautiful mother in the world.”