♡ summary: What would the great Satoru Gojo do without his sweet girlfriend? Probably starve if he keeps losing all his lunches!
♡ wc: 1.8k
♡ content warnings: fem! reader, p in v, big dick gojo, established relationship, unprotected, sqúirting, overstim, teasing, creampíes, praise.
♡ a/n: short and sweet ;p
“Please-”
“No.”
“C’mon it's not even my fault Nanami-”
“Satoru, this is the eighth one!” You continued washing the dishes that were left. He had broken and or lost every single lunch you gave him. The first time could be blamed on how busy he was, the second time maybe a curse got hungry and took it, by the third time you knew it was some bullshit.
He searched the cabinets looking to see if there were any containers left for him to use.
“I told you there aren't any left-” You turned around seeing him hold your limited edition Sanrio lunch set. In an instant, you went to take it from him, but unfortunately, he was faster.
“Don't know babe, this looks like one.” he grinned taunting you, holding it up in the air above you and waving it around. You went to hell and back to get it, spending countless hours waiting in line hoping to get the lucky ticket for the container. Willy Wonka be damned.
“Satoru, give it!” he only held his hand up higher even further out of your reach. He gave you his sad puppy dog eyes like he wasn't the one holding your lunch container. Defeated, you sighed, not like you use it anyway. It was too early for this and you didn't feel like going back and forth with him. “Fine.”
He gave you a quick peck on the cheek going back to getting ready for work. Before you and Satoru moved in together, he would just buy lunch wherever he was placed for a mission or not eat at all. At some point, you got tired of watching him spend money on lunch when you could just do it for him. Once you finish his lunch, pack plenty of things with nutritional value that's not all cholesterol (Sweet snacks as well, after he complained that his brain couldn't function with them).
You stared at the light pink lunch bag with your name embroidered on the side and your favorite Sanrio character on the front. You kissed it, praying you would see it by the end of the day.
Satoru came behind you kissing up your neck, holding the sides of your hips. You could smell the scent of his cologne and the shampoo you both share. You placed a kiss on his forehead above his blindfold. Pulling his face close to yours, squishing his cheeks with the palm of your hands.
“If I don't see my lunch container, bag, and tumbler in the cabinets washed and dried without a scratch on them. Going hungry will be the least of your problems.” You threatened giving him a peck on the lips before saying your goodbyes and I love you’s. He held the lunch bag close to his chest, at least your warning came across very clear.
You heard your phone ding with a picture of your lunch bag safely on Satoru’s desk. You smiled, hearting the message. You'd realized the time and you had to get ready for your Pilates class.
Once you got home, thoroughly tired and sweaty, you hopped in the shower, rinsing off the sweat you earned struggling to uphold an upside-down elephant. You continued your nightly routine including your skincare and wearing the Skims silk pajamas you bought last week. Cleaning up a bit around the house, making sure all the security alarms and cameras were set. In bed, you rubbed the soft linen of the California king you and Satoru technically “shared”, where Satoru would sleep if he were here.
You do get awfully lonely without him. Sad, you got up ditching the slip dress for one of Satoru’s T-shirts. It's not like he was going to wear it anyway. Getting back into bed, crawling under the thick blanket. You loved how big it was on you, the way it engulfed your body similar to the way Satoru absolutely towered over you. Once you joked that you would climb Satoru like a tree and you promptly rode him in the back of his car on the side of the street in the middle of nowhere.
Reminiscing made you unbearably wet. Imagining Satoru’s head between your thighs or even better the stretch of his cock opening you up. The thought of sleep slipped your mind as you dipped your fingers in your new panties, which were close to forming a wet spot. You were hoping to show them off to Satoru, but he's nowhere in sight so you'll save it for next time.
Gradually you sank your fingers into your wet cunt feeling how tight you were. If only Satoru were here, you whined wishing Satoru was here filling you up and not your fingers. Quickening your pace, you lifted your hips higher, curling your toes as you tried reaching your high. Almost, you imagined it was Satoru hitting all your spots, biting your lip, continuing to chase that familiar tightening in your core. Almost.
You heard some familiar whistling behind you, quickly you turned around to face him. “Never said stop. I was enjoying that,” he pouted standing in the open doorway. How long was he there? Honestly, you didn't want to know…at least he was here.
Practically embarrassed, you pulled the covers over your body as Satoru came closer. He kissed your forehead, down to your neck. Carefully pulling the covers off of you, he fondled your breast through his shirt. The fabric teased your nipples making you shift under his touch. He let out a small sorry before pulling the shirt up to expose your abdomen.
“My pretty girl,” he whispered against your skin, his breath making shivers go up your spine, turning you on further. “These new?” you nodded, and he pulled them away from your pussy. Thank god he didn't rip this pair. Lowering himself between your thighs, spreading your legs apart. His tongue licked a stripe along your cunt catching your juices on his tongue. He groaned, spreading your lips and sucking on your clit.
Your toes curled as he used his tongue to fuck you rubbing harsh yet satisfying circles around your clit. You gripped onto his hair as he ate you out, he must be feeling really bad about the lunches. You moaned loudly as you came, Satoru let you ride out your high, licking up your orgasm.
“Guess what?” He asked, grinning above you, “Your lunch bag and container are safe and sound.” He looked at you all proudly like he was waiting for a reward. His chin wet from your juices. You rolled your eyes, patting him on the back.
“Take your clothes off already, you're bringing the curse smell into the bed.”
“Say less.” he laughed, removing his clothes, his hard cock laying on your stomach. It was so big, your pussy ached at the thought of him being inside you. Smirking he teased your cunt rubbing the tip repeatedly across your clit. You whined, bringing his tip to your entrance.
“Please ‘Toru put it in, please- aah!” his cock sank into you. The delicious stretch you missed so much. Satoru groaned at how tight you were, he bottomed out letting you adjust to him.
He thrust into you, holding you by your hips with your legs still spread. The sounds of you were like music to his ears. Almost made him cream his pants when he heard you practically crying for him about to come on your fingers for him. Every Time he's inside you it's like he's died and gone to heaven twice. The way your pussy pulsed around him getting wetter and wetter with each thrust it was like it was telling him in morse code to put a baby in you.
“Fuck- you're so good for me, mmh- like a little wife,” he spread your legs further apart to the point you were almost in a middle split. “How do you like that? A-ah- make you my wife.” His eyes widened as your legs went into a middle split.
“Yes- Mmmh! Anything a-ah you want-” Your eyes watered as his pace quickened hitting your spot so precisely, his thumb rubbed circles around your clit. It was too much you squeezed your eyes shut, and the tightening in your core snapped as you came.
Wet. Wet?
A wetness started to soak the bed, Satiru froze too, watching as you squirted around him. Tears started to well in your eyes, and a crazed grin spread across his face as he jackhammered into you, rambling about how you drove him crazy.
“Ahn-! S-sensitive, wait-” you cried as he continued. It was almost painful but it felt so good. He gripped your waist, you could tell he was also close by the way his eyebrows furrowed and the way he moaned saying how much he loved you. You could hold on just a bit longer.
“Cum with me- Nngh! You did so well bringing my box back, yes!” you encouraged him, grinding your hips back and ignoring the needy urge to let go. He drew circles around your clit making you cum, he wasn't far off hips slamming into yours as his cum poured into you. Your body twitched, legs wrapping around him to keep him in place. You wrapped your arms around him as he collapsed next to you.
He moved a piece of hair out of your face. He stared at you for a bit before peppering you with kisses. “C’mon I'm gross.” you yawned, you felt so gross with sweat, cum, and the wet sheets beneath you.
“Want to take a bath together?”
“Like hell, you just want to go again.”
“So is that a no?”
You pretended to think about it, rubbing your chin before lifting your arms, signaling for him to carry you. You're way too tired to walk to the bathroom.
In the end, you two fucked in the bath again claiming he wanted to see you squirt again. He didn't let you go until you did. When you got up in the morning, your legs were still wobbly as you walked to the kitchen to get water to soothe your dehydration.
In the cabinet, there was your lunch container and bag looking exactly how you bought it. Washed without any scratches. If this continued, you were going to have to come up with some kind of reward system.
Today is Ticket Taker's birthday! Thank you all for your kindness! I've seen so many amazing fanarts and works of art! Thank you so much!
I'm a little delayed, but I finally managed to finish the additional artwork today, even though I still don't like how it turned out >.<
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