TO ALL THE ONES BEFORE ME..

pray for my eternal salvation!

[satorusideals]

∞ “the existence of this universe is eternal…”

"...just like my love for her." ∞

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[satorusideals]

good morning

pairing: satoru x fem!reader

content: 18+, established marriage, soft morning sex, connection not thrill, “i love you”, soft-toru, p in v, morning breath lol, female reader as prefaced, 2.0k wc

a/n: so, uh... woke up super happy. for some reason, anyways, enjoy soft 'toru. god i love him. i was listening to laura palmer's theme while writing this.

it's instincts. raw need. like every other sunrise. it's usually before the sun comes up that you feel satoru's hand rubbing your hip. his warm and soft fingers are what cause you to awake.

it's a tender gesture, especially now when he's only home in the mornings before he has to get up for work. it's not rare for you to wake up too and make him a quick breakfast. a little kiss goodbye before he's off.

the strongest, satoru gojo, your satoru. behind closed doors he's only tenderness. sweet vocals that soothe your ears. and that's all you could ever want. so that's all you have.

and when he gets back from work, he's wrapped around you until the stars shine back at you.

but, now that the sun has come to take satoru away again, you begin to feel as satoru presses himself against your back. his chin dug into your neck. satoru's snow kissed hair spread against your cheek, tickling you and making you gain a little consciousness.

it's silent, only the sun's gentle rays shone through the window and the rustling of the bed sheets. white cotton. it was satoru's idea, he said cotton is the most "breathable" for his skin. maybe he just wanted an excuse to buy some expensive bed sheets.

you feel satoru's crotch nudge into you. he's hard, but all morning soft. like dew. he smelled of coconut from last night's shower. and he's warm. his body was instinctively looking for your comfort first thing in the morning.

he knows you're awake. and he knows how much you need him after days of not having him. satoru needs you just as much-- if not more. because to him, you're all he's ever wanted. a place to call home without expectations. years of being alone and attempting to understand his reputation was too much to handle. everything was just too much.

you were enough though. it felt impossible for satoru to wrap his mind around you. you were nothing but everything at the same time. and that's what lead to you having a silver band around your ring finger. a 4-karat princess cut ring. he promised to get a bigger one every anniversary. but really, who needs a bigger ring?

satoru's hips began to rub against you. his need to be closer was overflowing. it was unfair how close your night gown was to your skin. envy. jealousy. it was all a disease that he wholeheartedly was ready to acquire. all in the sake to have you. he was ready. because you are what he fought for all along.

without words, this was all known. in his and your heart. a cord of love that was mended with trust.

your eyes were still half-lidded as your hand reached behind to rub his hand that was still on your hip. encouragement. approval. a touch that was worth a million words.

the sun was continuing its rise— a little chirp and a small creak of the bed. satoru's sweats were making friction with your silk gown and you could feel your wetness gathering in your inner-thighs. a silent invitation. it wasn't long before you grew a little impatient, you sat up and straddle satoru's thighs. your fingers begin to remove your gown. baby pink with polka dots. a lace bow on the chest area. satoru's hands reached up to help you.

no words were needed to understand the passion. because it's come to this level in your relationship that your minds are on the same wavelength. years of learning about the other has lead to wordless interactions. sometimes all you both want is the closeness of the other before the loudness of the world takes over.

you lean down to kiss him and satoru wastes no time to tug on your cotton panties. teasing and kissing you. he lifted up your hips and yanked them off, leaving you bare.

“good morning” he quietly says while your hands desperately pull his sweats (alongside his boxers) off of him.

“morning..”

“not good?”

you softly laugh and lean down to kiss him again, “will be, in a bit.”

satoru hums into you, gently biting your bottom lip which elicits a soft moan out of you. his hands were now gripping your breasts. he noticed them peaking out of your gown since you walked in the bedroom last night.

“‘toru..”

“—stop talking”

his hands moved to grip your hips and coax you to start rubbing against him. your slick mixing with his pre-cum felt like heaven on earth. a shiver took over both of you. it was automatic and a little embarrassing how your body began to move.

all it took was a little nudge.

you look down and notice satoru’s heavy eyes. they were still puffy from sleep. they looked up at you as if you hung the stars for him. which in his mind you did. the world was made for you to come into his life. your hand reaches down to cup his cheek as your hips continued their chase. satoru leans on his elbows and lifts himself up to kiss you. reassurance that you were still there, in the moment with him. your morning breath was all he needed. his mouth tasted of mint and his tangy saliva. it tasted so good. it tasted so much like him.

your hips sped up, chasing his high, he groaned into the kiss.

it wasn’t enough. you lift your hips and grab his cock, gently teasing it in. he hissed. like electricity, his hips lifted off the bed. you look down to see his reaction and he’s staring at the close connection. bottom lip being bitten. he watches your hand nudge him in.

“hah.. please..”

“i thought you told me to stop talking.”

his tip was the dead giveaway that he’d be hard to swallow this morning. it was like an intruder, yet wanted. gravely. you both moaned as your juices mixed.

“gimme— gimme a second..”

“mhm.. okay, you can do it, pretty”

you nod in grimace as he lifts himself up to kiss your jaw. it felt as if a bubble was popped in your abdomen when you sank down onto him.

the sun was continuously rising and vaporizing the dew that coated the earth.

you knew he’d be gone soon. but he’d always come back.

satoru pulled away and softly smiled. he laid back down against the pillows as he watched you.

you were beautiful. soft and sweet. perfect.

his hands slid down your sides, making you squirm as you adjusted.

it was silent again.

your hips began to move. slowly. it was the only way to start because satoru was big. there’s no doubt about it. your pussy was being stretched at 5:39 a.m.

“ahh.. fuck, baby.”

you’re brought back into the moment at the sound of his whiny voice.

“it’s s’good.. hah— just like that..”

his voice was high pitched. was he—?

your pace had increased without you even noticing. it was instinctive to find his high. but satoru gripped your thighs, stopping you.

“augh.. baby-baby-baby- wait.. slow down.”

your mind was hazy and his voice made you come back into the moment.

he sharply sighs with a pout. “i was gonna come.”

you lean down as your hips stilled to peck his lips.

“isn’t that a good thing?”

satoru shakes his head. “nooo.. that’s embarrassing.”

you look at him with a confused smile.

“i mean yeah.. but you just put it in.”

his hands looked for yours. when found, his fingers interlocked with yours.

“slow? i wanna feel you, baby.”

you nod and began to move your hips. “hah.. mmph..”

satoru’s eyes were staring at how his cock was being engulfed. your slick overflowing and running down his shaft and on his neatly trimmed trail. silver strands that always behaved. they were incredibly soft. you knew that first hand.

your fingers were digging into his and he couldn’t be anymore lost.

he quickly leans his head back and closes his eyes. your movements felt so good. gosh, he felt like he was being resuscitated. your pussy his deemed savior.

the slow pace lasted a long while before the sun was shining bright yellow. the sun had dried up all the dew, and satoru was wide awake now.

“faster, baby.. i wanna feel it..”

you nod and begin to speed up.

his moans were getting pitched by the second. the sounds were obscene. illegal, but so right. you could smell the chemical reaction.

satoru’s fingers began to dig into your knuckles. his thighs and abdomen tightened. “oh i’m coming.. oh— ‘m coming..”

your lips were letting out soft moans as they searched for his.

the sun’s rays were slipping in through the curtains at this point. tiny dust particles being caught red handed. you and him as well. the sun was waiting for satoru, but he couldn’t slip away just yet. because he needed this to start the day. he needed you to start fresh and carefree. he wanted to be taken care of. and you’d never deny him.

his moans were swallowed by your mouth, it was all too much. and it was catching up to you. you felt that bubble building up inside of you.

you were getting close. there’s nothing else that can feel this good.

“i- i’m coming too.”

his lips continued to chase yours. hips pushing forward just to feel fulfilled. to feel everything.

satoru’s hips jolted before you felt his warm ropes of come coating your walls. moans spilling into you. his lips were swollen now as he pulled back to look at you with half lidded eyes.

your mid-brow was pinched and moist from built up sweat. mouth in the shape of an “o” as you felt it all. the bubble was being pressed. and as you tried to moan satoru’s name, it popped. his name came out terribly wrong. “sa-ahhh.. augh, satoru..”

he laid back down and groaned, gripping your hips to help you ride out your orgasm.

“fuuuck.. i felt that.”

he felt you flutter and ooze even more after.

your pace was slow again. both of you were sensitive. but he wasn't defeated. he kept his hips moving up, moving for you. because it wasn't just about feeling good. it was also about being here with you. feeling you wrapped around him. him being the only person to be like this with you. and he never wanted to rush it.

he just never wanted it to end.

but alas, after watching how you bounced on him, he felt soft. your chest was laying on his and his arms wrapped around you. minutes of embrace. hours of embrace, which felt like it. his clammy skin was comfort. the only thing you needed to feel at home.

there was no need for a blanket as his hands warmed you up. rubbing your back and gripping your cheeks. you began to pull back. the adrenaline wore off and your body began to feel the aches. you slowly hopped off of him and quickly felt how he left you. tension under your thighs and come dripping out. great.

you laid back down beside him while he turned to look at you. his hand cupped your cheek.

"is it a good morning now?"

you weakly laugh and shake your head. he's quick to pout.

"it's the best kind of morning" you quickly answer as you begin to kiss his pout away.

"i'd hope you say that." he hums and kisses you back. "i love you, pretty"

"i love you dearest, please come back home."

"where else would i go, hm?"

and he was right. there was no other place he could feel comfortable in, comfortable enough to fall asleep in. your cooking was the only thing to make his stomach rumble despite eating an hour prior.

"dunno.. just don't forget to come back."

"sweets, you're the only thing i think about."

his smirk was all you needed to know he wasn't lying. you stayed close. before he ultimately had to get up.

and you too, because the windows had to be opened. also because satoru was headed for a shower.

[satorusideals]

granulated sugar and secrets

part 1. ◁◁ part 2. ▷▷ part 3? | masterlist

pairing: hidden-inventory!gojo x foreign fem reader

content: 1.8k wc of angst, over worked gojo, emotionally unavailable reader, depression themes, use of y/n

he was like the ocean, smelled like coconut, and came in waves. there was no way to understand him. at least that's what you told yourself in the beginning.

he held tight to his secrets because he didn't know how to let you in without feeling guilty.

the only things you knew for certain was his strive to help others, even though he showed it in a weird way. you also knew his stance with his family-- his clan.

he moved in desperation to get away from their controlling ways.

and it was hard to explain the whole clan without making it sound absurd, your japanese was still being worked on. and he felt that it was too early. maybe you still wanted to run away. but he would eventually want to tell you everything, even if you ran away with his heart.

satoru told you he was still trying to understand himself. and that became a much more difficult thing as time went on.

it was obvious he had an interest in you. well, that's what shoko told you.

satoru and geto began to split off on missions. leaving behind shoko with you.

it was nice to have someone to converse with, even if your japanese needed more work. she understood. she'd often congratulate you on new milestones with a smoke, but you'd generously decline.

it has been weeks by now since the last time you spoke with satoru face-to-face.

his technique mastery was making him climb the ranks. you knew he was strong, there was no denial.

but it was becoming embarrassing with the fact that satoru was stealing your missions from under your feet with the fact that he was a second year and you were a third year.

your lunch was quickly cut short when mei mei walked over with a smirk.

"hey, yaga-sensei just told me that you have another mission. by the station, i can take over for--"

"mm.. no, it's okay. thank you, mei mei."

she sighs and walks away while mumbling, "worth a shot."

you stand up to throw away your lunch before shoko began to speak, "you're going?? we were just talking about going on a ride."

"sorry, duty calls. i'm sure it'll be small. i don't get big missions anymore because of you know.. he who shall not be named."

shoko hums and whips out her phone. "alright.. you have two hours missus."

"two hours??"

"yeah, before i get cranky and ignore you."

you sigh and begin to scratch your head nervously, "right... the sunset ride."

"i filled my motor bike with gas!"

"alright, alright.. two hours." you say while softly smiling.

the mission wouldn’t have taken an hour, tops an hour and a half. the ride was just the longest struggle.

the walk? you made it to the site in forty minutes.

yaga said the curse was trying to lure children from the playground across the street. but it resided in an abandoned apartment that had many leaked pipes. thus, even the government didn’t want anything to do with it. mold. oxidized metal. it was a shock no rats were inhabiting.

before you could walk up the stairs to the second floor, the front door opened.

you quickly whipped your head to catch sight of him.

he was carrying an umbrella.

“hey, again.”

“oh.. satoru. wait—”

“yeah.. sorry, princess.”

your tootsie was yanked out of your mouth to respond, “ugh.. what? princess?”

“you look like a princess walking up the grand hall’s stairs.”

it was ironic, your heart jumped as your hand gripped the stair’s handle.

“yaga told me to take over.”

“why..? i’m already here.”

“hm.. he said there’s a possibility of this curse being a cover up for a grade 1.”

“grade 1..? that’s fine. i can-”

“y/n.”

“no! it’s not fair. this is my first mission in a week."

"for a reason. just let me finish it, yeah?"

you sigh and stand still, satoru hummed and walked over to reach you. "here, take this." as your hand reached for the umbrella, he quickly took your hand and dragged you up with him.

"wait.. i thought--"

"i just wanna talk."

"talk? yeah, you're so busy now."

satoru sighs and continues to walk up the stairs with you. "that's what i wanna talk about."

"well i don't want your excuses."

"y/n, stop. i was lying about taking your mission, ok? i just wanted to see you."

"yeah, but not in front of anyone, right?"

"no?? because i'm busy. if yaga sees me slacking i'll just make it someone else's troubles. what a pain in my ass."

you stay silent, sulking, tootsie in mouth, and the only thing that was filling your mind was the ringing that always came to fill your mind at the wrong time. drop, drop, drop.. the pipe's leaking was echoing and were hard to miss. your shoes weren't that loud, but satoru's were definitely making you nervous.

"i know i'm not around, and i just wanted to see how you were doing. is that ok?"

"it's not."

"no? you're upset?"

"yes. i want recompensation."

"my, you're such a sponge. i heard you were here and thought something bad happened."

"what? you think i'm weak?"

"i never said that, but sure, make up things in that head of yours."

you stay silent and continue to suck on your tootsie.

"look, i'll finish your mission and then we can talk."

before you took notice, satoru was pacing around the building. he left you on the second floor's stairs as he searched. after a few minutes he ran back and took your hand, guiding you to the building's entrance.

"you okay?"

"hm? yeah."

"that's good. anyways, you probably won't hear from me for a bit."

"not like you call or anything."

satoru sighs and opens the door, "i'm going on a mission that's kinda far."

"where?"

"secret!"

"don't know why i bothered to ask."

he laughs. "i'm going with geto. so take care of yourself."

"why are you talking like that?"

"hm? like what?"

"as in you're destined for something not-so-good."

"dunno.. said it was really dangerous."

"satoru. i don't like secrets."

he sighs, as in sync, a waterdrop lands on your nose.

"oh.. it's starting to rain." satoru stops and begins to open the umbrella, "here."

you blink and shake your head, "you hold it, you're taller."

he softly smiles and nods.

"i want to tell you eveything without saying a word."

what?

"y/n, i have to go now."

"oh.. satoru--"

before you knew it, satoru hands you the umbrella and leans down to peck the corner of your mouth. left foot, right foot, he disappeared.

it would be days later that you find out he died.

satoru, the tall boy who kissed you goodbye. the one who reached out and turned to nothing but a name.

he said goodbye but didn't mean for it to be literal.

it was obvious, the lack of his presence. even though he carved himself into you, and didn't call, he left nothing to remind you of him. only the color of his eyes that mirrored the sky.

you never got to tell him they were beautiful.

and the mission? to protect the barriers of the campus.

the first to be dispatched back onto the premises was geto.

as if nothing happened, he was walking back to his dorm. obviously impaired, he caught glimpse of you and continued walking. you stood up from the table with shoko to catch up with him.

"geto. wait.. please."

"y/ln, i can't talk right now."

"please. i just want to know what happened."

"i can't speak for him."

"why not? you're his best friend."

he sighs and stops to face you, "you'll see, i wouldn't want to say anything he doesn't want me to say to you."

"why does it matter now? he didn't say anything when he left."

geto's eyes sharpen for a split second, you catch it, he softens his gaze to continue walking back to his dorm.

"geto--"

there was no smile to live off of and continue to push him.

the whole afternoon you laid in bed and wondered about the what-ifs, "what if i had reached out to you?", "you were busy, right?", "i should have asked for a sweater back then to remember you by."

your words began to mix with gasps of air, you had forgotten about the bubble in your throat because of him. how were you supposed to swallow without a constant reminder of the shallowness?

your head was beginning to doze off when you heard the soft knocking. his energy. much weaker. before you knew it, you were tumbling out of bed. desperate to catch him.

he was in his uniform, again, as if nothing happened. no shades. just him.

"satoru.."

"hey."

your hands quickly reached out and gripped his cheeks, "i'm not dreaming? how?"

satoru laughs and shakes his head. that laugh. the one you were so sure you would never hear again. your bottom lip began to tremble. so slight, you didn't notice it.

but he did.

he sighed with a soft smile and wrapped his arms around you, "i'm sorry, i should've called."

"i don't want excuses, what happened? i thought--" you quickly retaliate.

"yeah, sure, no excuses."

your voice was betraying you. cracks and rasps.

"satoru.. i don't want secrets anymore."

"i know, i'm sorry, princess."

your arms wrapped around him, embarrassing tears were rolling down your face.

"you're okay, right?"

he nods and pulls back.

shit. he's going to see your face.

he's wearing a soft smile and pulls one of your hands to his face.

"look, no secrets, right?"

your fingers rub over a fresh scar on his forehead.

"satoru?"

"it's fine. it's healed."

you look at him confused.

"i learned it. the clan's stupid secret. it's just reversed energy and what saved me." satoru moves your hand to his cheek to caress him.

"i did die. just for a bit, though."

you stay silent.

"y/n. i like you."

your eyes widen, and your tears were beginning to dry.

"you don't have to say anything."

you shake your head, "i like you, satoru."

he bites his bottom lip, and before you could react he leans down and kisses you.

gentle kisses. so delicate they felt like a cloud. so sensible your breath was caught between the bubble and your uvula. it was so new and different.

not to mention awkward. your teeth clacked together before satoru gripped your jaw to angle you.

after a minute or two, he pulls back to look down at you.

plump lips. out of breath. he could taste the last flavor you sucked on. was it out of habit? or a need to think of something else?

"i'll tell you everything, even if i have to use all the kanji in the world. no secrets, right?"

[satorusideals]

first kiss tastes like mango

part 1. ▷▷ part 2. ▷▷ part 3? | masterlist

pairing: hidden-inventory!gojo x foreign fem reader

content: 1.6k wc of angst?,fluff, slight depression themes, innocent gojo straight outta the clan, use of y/n IM SORRY

out of the ordinary, like everything in jujutsu tech.

the sigils at every corner, not to mention the impressive gardens.

you felt like an imposter in the uniform provided by the program. you wouldn’t have worn this if it wasn’t a requirement.

but the bubble in your throat was beginning to suffocate you every time you spoke your broken japanese.

your only companion was the huge candy bags in convenience stores that always kept your mouth busy. a frail attempt to swallow the void of homesickness, really.

your first year in japan as a second year was different to say the least.

mission by mission, the wear and tear, frail hands that had no place to settle.. it was a routine that became torture. no one to converse with— until the most unordinary boy caught the sunlight. his snow kissed hair that glowed, and the most ridiculous shades. he was hard to miss.

although you were wary to say anything in fear of butchering the japanese language— you stayed quiet.

he noticed. he always did.

a stuffed handbag across his shoulder and effortless steps, he prided across the garden in efforts to reach you.

his hair was short, pink skin, probably from walking. he was tall. freakishly tall. you had to look up.

wait— he’s really tall. you’re looking up with a horrified look. tootsie pop poking out the right side of your mouth.

“hello. the name’s gojo.”

silence. honestly, his ears weren’t worthy of hearing you. in the sense that a native shouldn’t—

“you deaf or something?” he said while tilting his head.

“oh.. no-no.. i’m sorry. i’m y/ln.”

“you’re foreign?”

you nod. “explains the rude attitude.”

“i’m sorry..” is all you repeat while slightly bowing and stepping back.

cute. he wasn’t sure how to deal with you. a nice challenge for his first day in jujutsu tech.

you avoided him like the plague. although you found out you were a year older than him, it was harder said than done.

cafeteria? he was there, the loudest one in the room. training? he was obviously staying behind to catch a glimpse of you. lonesome walks after curfew? you could feel him.

“you’re up again?”

you remove your tootsie pop and lean off the fence to turn around and face him.

“i can say the same thing.”

he sighs and walks over. gojo’s hair was much longer. silver strands now cover his ears and shades, he was slightly buffer. not like it mattered.

“don’t mean to stalk. i just wanna talk.”

you hum and begin to suck on the tootsie again.

“you ran away last time.”

“ran away? i thought you were offended and never wanted to see me again.”

silence. too much that you look up. he’s wearing a confused look.

“when did i say that??”

“you didn’t have to.”

“oh.” he lifts his shades and scratches his mid brow.

cerulean blues. they twinkled in the night sky. beautiful, but you wouldn’t say it out loud.

“well, i’m sorry. i just wanted to be friends.”

“friends? aren’t i your junior?”

“yeah, yeah.. doesn’t mean zip.” he’s smirking now. creepy.

you remove your tootsie from your mouth to answer. you catch him. for a split second he eyed it.

“—if you want, of course. i’m not that bad.”

“you think?”

“i said not ‘that’ bad.”

soft laughs leave your mouth, with no intention. it was natural. after months of suffocating in a new country. the bubble was instantly popped.

“ah.. i’m funny too, by the way.”

a raspy laugh ends the session of laughter.

“you’re the loudest one in the whole school.”

he pouts and slides his shades back on. “well.. i didn’t think you’d notice.”

“how could i not..?” you rhetorically ask with a soft smile.

gojo freezes, cicadas chirping, and the humid air begins to swallow you both.

you’re not sure why you stayed, or confessed something you wholeheartedly tried to ignore. but gojo was genuinely interested.

“you mean.. you don’t have a clan?”

“no? i just told you.”

“well.. you didn’t specify.”

“i’m not from here.”

“we can tell.”

“we??”

“we have to work on your pronunciation.”

“it’s fine. not like i talk to others.”

gojo hums and leans on the fence with you. “i thought you spoke with mei mei and utahime”

“mission stuff.. they usually just inform me.”

“that’s sad. what about your folks?”

you stay silent. honestly, what were you supposed to say?

“nevermind. i don’t speak with mine either.”

vulnerability. he shared first. you look up at him from your left shoulder.

“clan stuff.. i guess.”

“gojo..—”

“satoru. we’re friends, right?”

you softly smile and nod.

over the moon was an understatement. your first friend. his first rebellion.

curfew was a hoax. your meetings were everlasting under the presence of the moon. the chirping coated your conversations.

the next morning, it wasn’t so casual when he walked over to you. no shame. not like there was a need to. it was just out of the ordinary. just like him.

he waved as two others followed behind.

you look over with a slight concern.

“ayo y/n.”

“first name so soon?”

“ah.. you agreed.”

“sure- sure..”

“shoko and geto” he introduced them without a glance.

shoko spoke, “ah.. the third year?”

“yes, i’m y/n, nice to meet you both.”

you glance at geto to share the sentiment and he was already looking with a smile.

not that it was hard to tell, but he was handsome. a single bang but neatly tent hair.

“hey y/n?”

“oh yeah.. sorry— did you say something?”

“uh.. no. i just wanted to ask if you wanted to grab some drinks later?”

he was hiding a little pout.

“sure! i don’t have a mission today i think. knock on wood.”

“what..?”

“oh— it’s a saying!”

“ugh.. foreign talk.”

you awkwardly smile and nod.

was it all in your head? the fuzzy static that filled your thoughts when you were alone, was it all fake?

someone finally noticed you, and it felt fake. at least for a second.

you didn’t make it to your dorm room that afternoon. your head was taking you elsewhere and you missed satoru’s knocking. he wasn’t lying about wanting to take you for a soda pop. or whatever you wanted, actually.

the sunset was at its end. the sky was more purple than yellow. that same yellow that shone when you met satoru.

soft steps, left foot, right foot, your toes were beginning to hurt from putting your entire weight on them. it was past the curfew.

not like it mattered. like always. your eyes were eyeing the garden while you made it to your dorm.

in routine, tootsie pop in your mouth. the sweetness always soothed you. but the aftertaste haunted you. it wasn’t long before you were able to wash your teeth, anyways.

before you made it towards your hall, you felt him. broad silhouette leaning against the wooden frame with crossed arms. he was holding a can.

shit.

“you ran away.”

“i had a mission.”

“i guess your saying didn’t mean shit.”

“my saying?”

“the wood crap or whatever.”

“oh. you know what it means?”

“the internet exists, ya know?”

you awkwardly smile and nod.

“stop doing that.”

“..what?”

“that. it makes me feel weird.”

“i’m sorry, am i doing something wrong?”

“yes. you keep running away.”

you stay silent.

“i know you’re lying, by the way.” satoru stands up straight and walks over to you to hand you the soda can.

“you did say yes.”

you take the can and respond, “yeah, thanks.”

“i asked yaga to clear you out for today.”

“you did that? why?”

“dunno.. i wanted to take you out for a soda.”

you hum and remove your tootsie from your mouth.

instinctively. he eyes it again.

now that you notice, he wasn’t wearing his shades anymore.

“satoru? did i make you upset?”

“yeah, and i demand recompensation.”

“well you can take the soda back.”

“ah.. so rude.”

“advantageous.”

“i just want one thing.”

you hum and look towards him again.

“okay, what is it?”

“that.”

you look towards the direction his finger was pointing at. it landed towards your hand that was holding your damn tootsie.

“ohh.. i have more.”

“no. y/n.”

before you react, he’s reaching over and pops the glossy tootsie into his mouth.

you’re in shock. mortified, actually.

silence. flushed cheeks. if it weren’t for summer, you’d be caught.

“s— satoru! i said i had more!”

“doesn’t matter.. it looked tasty.”

you stay silent, fingernails digging into your palm. your heart was pounding.

“mm.. mango?”

all you could do was nod. soda ignored in your left hand.

“you upset me.”

“i didn’t do anything wrong.”

“you stared at him.”

“what..?”

“i thought you only noticed me.”

you sigh and rub your nose bridge.

satoru was just trying to figure you out. even if your foreign roots dragged you away. any effort was seen as intimate in his eyes. delicate glances and a shared tootsie? he was confident in showing you his interest. at least he thought.

your conversation was cut short when you heard yaga step out of his office. although he was across the campus, any sound echoed in the empty halls.

both you and satoru waved each other good bye.

quick steps, and you slid into your dorm. dress shoes digging into your feet. you discarded them and dragged yourself into the bathroom. mint toothpaste. chamomile face wash.

the humid air kissed you good night.

but for satoru, no amount of time let him fall asleep. he was replaying your reaction to his teasing. he was so confident in his capabilities.

the next morning, he quietly told geto about his new achievement.

“satoru, that’s not even a kiss.”

“what!! i ate her mango tootsie! it was in her mouth!”

[satorusideals]

content: satoru x irritated fem!reader

a/n: nyaaaaaa not proofreading rn.

you’re not entirely sure how you wound up confident enough to pout in front of satoru.

confident isn’t the right word.

comfortable.

yeah.. how did you end up this way?

your boyfriend was home from teaching and lounging in the couch before he heard you. as usual, he leaped onto his feet and shuffled over to you.

“hi sweets— oh, is something wrong..?”

he’s quick to clock your off-putting vibe. not like he’s to blame.. but it’s worth a shot.

“did i forget about something..? oh.. i actually loaded the dishwasher this time.. uh— you smell nice..?”

you stay silent and look up at him with a pout as his slender fingers tug your coat off of you.

he sighs and drops onto his knees to slide your silly ballet flats off. “sweets, you gotta tell me if i did something wrong.” satoru effectively takes your shoes off and stands back up. “did i do something wrong..?”

you shake your head and he cups your cheek, angling your head to just the right angle so he could look into your eyes. satoru hums and begins to pepper your face with kisses.

“so.. work? did someone say something? i’ll totally beat ‘em up for you.”

that comment earns him a giggle and he softly smirks, quick to wrap his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck.

“gah.. totally sucks when you’re upset. just say you’re upset with me so we can talk and i can kiss you.”

you shake your head, saying something that you’re just a little tired. satoru hums and begins to inhale you in, your body’s warmth was keeping him awake, and your voice tuning his brain currents into motion.

“so yeah.. sorry. that’s it. i’m not upset at you.”

he softly laughs and pulls back to look at you. “wow.. such a hard working girlfriend i have— totally have to wife you up now.”

you scoff, and that’s honestly all satoru needs to know that you’re not going to fight his comment. it’s more of a “yeah, i know” typa thing now.

your bratty mood was something that humbled satoru. not often, but when it did make its appearance, he wasn’t one to push you further into it. he knew your irritation wasn’t something pretty. he likes when you’re soft and gentle, so a little knot between your brows is all he can handle from you.

satoru later helps you rewind with a couple’s bath and ice cream, obviously— his. chocolate mint.

“you sure you’re not on your period?”

“satoru!”

[satorusideals]

|| Electric Love ||

pairing: rockstar!geto x fangirl reader

a/n: honestly, forgot what number post this is but not proof read… oops. but, i recently went through my playlists and found my rock phase playlist. i love long haired rockstars and what’s better than fangirl-ing over ATSUSHI SAKURAI?? geto rockstar!

part 1 | part 2? | masterlist

He was just a rockstar on your wall. The cinematic posture he showed while playing the guitar was captured with an essence that drove you wild. His sensual music filled your head during every second of the day.

Suguru had long raven hair that framed his visage. Soft almond eyes and a broad nose that made you drool a little. Not to mention his decorative jewelry. Flooded ears and a left eyebrow piercing.

He was a dream.

He was Suguru Geto.

There is a clear distinction between your work environment and the ethnic to your free time. Obviously. Your personal life was driven by the desire to live to the fullest.

There was no doubt you were a smart and shy girl that wanted the best. And with that, there came your good taste in men.

Sometimes.

A casual “celebrity” crush you could say would be Suguru Geto.

His sudden influence on rock music altered the perception of performances.

His band’s concerts were like no other.

That much was apparent when you experienced it first hand with your friends on a day off from your office job.

Who knew your life would be tainted after purchasing an incredibly expensive ticket?

It was surprisingly easy to reach your fate. The late afternoon sky aided your journey to your area. And after settling in, the speaker began to hype the crowd and introduce the band members.

Which seemed unflattering due to the fact of The Curzed’s name being on the top of every media page.

But, the high pitched voiced highlighted the audience’s anticipation.

It was first dedicated to the vocalist. The soft menace.

“Hello ladies and gents.. emos and posers, we have your favorite Satoru Gojo!”

Though you had a favorite, it was no secret all the members were attractive. Gojo was eye-candy. His soft and bright features were a handful. Snow kissed hair and bright blue eyes that would bring gazes even if he weren’t in a band. His music skills just amplified it.

The crowd cheered as he smirked and looked around to catch glimpses of anyone remotely familiar.

It wasn’t long until the speaker switched to the drummer. His face was covering the screen to show his reaction.

“Don’t drool too much.. Kento Nanami also enjoys the competition!”

There seemed to be no joy. His frown was clearly showing the regret of ever having joining the band.

This quick joke was casted aside as the camera zoomed out and showed both of the guitarists practicing. More particularly the bassist being caught off guard.

“And don’t forget about Ieiri Shoko.. what a sight for the sore eyes!”

Her eyes are knit together in concentration before quickly looking up and casting the toothpick in her mouth aside to wave across.

“Who could possibly forget about him? Everyone, roar for Suguru Geto!”

Without a second, the whole stadium squeals. You could practically feel every fangirl trying to outshine the other.

I mean, it’s not like it’s jealousy? Right?

Your friends quickly begin to hype you up. You had a claim on him, right..?

Geto was obviously continuing his practice on the electric guitar before the audience cheered loudly for him. He looks up and softly smiles.

God.. you could eat it up.

As if the mood could switch any faster, the whole stadium goes dark and music began playing. The bright lights left you shunned after each beat. Your eyes perceived the bright screen that reflected each member. Your throat swallowed every note while your feet felt each thump of the speakers.

You were going to be deaf after this.

Your friends were jumping and screaming as there seemed no way of ungluing your eyes from Geto. He was playing every note with casualty it drove you insane.

He was actually there.

Across of you. Playing your favorite song.

Which really, it was only because he had a solo.

It was so fucking hot.

There was no thought in your head, everything was silent, and your only focus was him. There's no shame about it.

He was Suguru Geto.

Song after song, bitter saliva to swallow, you were dragged out by your friends and the crowd.

It was a shame to see the once lively stage be so empty. Casted aside by the limited time they had for you. For everyone else.

It was decided that you'd go to a bar that was on the other side of the city.

Sweet liquor and horrible karaoke was needed on an eventful Friday night.

The city lights illuminated the streets, not to mention the busy traffic that left no room for pedestrians. It was a relief your friend ordered an Uber.

Minute after minute, you arrived alongside your friends.

Shot after shot, it was apparent you'd all meet up for brunch the next day. Because that is what reckless girls do.

The hours of entertainment passed and friend by friend was leaving. You look up and notice the emptiness and the fact that the bartenders were cleaning up the stands. You took your last shot and decided to sober up before going home. It was just a 20-minute ride.

Your head was beginning to spin and pulse.

"Shit.. should've drank more water" you mutter under your palm that rested on your forehead.

The bell jingled as some large group entered the building.

You hear a man speak with a whiny tone. "Nah man.. all the girls were totally screaming for me."

A girl quickly responds after. "Shut up Gojo.. this is why can't get laid."

"What! I can totally-"

The loud bickering made your eyebrows knit together from how your head pounded even harder. It wasn't long before the bartender announced that they were close to closing.

"Ah shit.. should we go?"

Then, you hear it.

"It's fine. Not like we're here to black out."

Despite the pain you were in, you look up and see him.

Geto. In all his glory.

Honestly, if it wasn't for the pain, you'd go up and beg for an autograph. But you're close to tumbling from the sensation of jelly-legs. Plus, you wouldn't want to come across as annoying.

They quickly found a stand and started their bickering once again.

You were freaking out. With no outlet because your friends left, you quickly got up with the help of the stool. Step by step, you walked over to them.

"Oh my god.. I- I'm such a huge fan. I attended your concert and-"

They all look up at you. Silent. You freeze. Before you could apologize and back track, Ieiri sprints up to pull you back.

"Finally! Another girl."

"I- I'm sorry. I'm drunk, I shouldn't have-"

"It's totally fine. We were just talking about how good our set was. We want your input!"

Your flushed face wasn't helping either. Every slurred word was engulfed by the group of four.

Nanami's stoic face after every shot was apparent. Adding on to Gojo's high pitched laughs and hiccups. He was leaned on Nanami's shoulder before he shoved him off.

"Fuck off.. I thought you said you wouldn't drink so much tonight."

"Hahaha.. you totally messed up on set. Especially on 'Pressured by Quantity'..."

You look up from Ierei and see the two's bickering. Your fuzzy eyes caught a glimpse of Geto looking directly at you.

His eyes looked away with a soft smile.

"Ah.. Y/N, continue? How about we take some shots??"

A nod was all Ierei needed to dowse into liquor. The sweet margaritas wasn't buying it earlier, and only naked tequila would make you feel something now.

The short-lived interaction came to an end when the bartender gave you the bill. Honestly, it was such a big number you sobered up quickly. but before you could open your wallet, Geto pushed your hands down and passed over his card. Shiny and black. It casted a reflection from the bar's lights.

"I'll pay for all 5 of us. 30% tip. Thanks."

You kept looking up at him before he looked down at you.

"Uhm.. thank you. You didn't have to-"

He shook his head and turned towards the door. There stood the other three. They were waiting on you two.

"I enjoyed your input. And your point of view. It's refreshing."

He looked back at you with that same soft smile.

"It's really nice to be so down to earth once in a while-"

"Heyyyy.. are we leaving yet??" Gojo whines.

Geto softly sighs and the bartender returns with his card and receipt.

"Need a ride? You're alone."

You stay silent for a few moments, and before you could respond, Ierei is wrapping around your arm.

"'Course she is! She can't stay alone like this."

She looks at you with a smile. Her toothpick was back in her mouth.

"Alright.. I'll drop you guys off at the suite."

Patter, patter, stop.

You reached their large van. Soft of comical. You had expected a limo of sorts.

Your surprise wasn't casted aside.

"It's to keep our cover low" Nanami says.

"Yikes.. I'm totally scared of having our windows drowned in fangirls."

"Thought you liked them Gojo" Nanami answers with a sigh.

"I do! But not after a set. Definitely on my lap. I'm soooooo tired."

The whole group eyed him with a grossed out look.

"Anywayssss.. I really liked this stadium guys. We should totally come here again for Y/N" Ierei retaliates with a soft song tone.

You softly laugh as Ierei shoved you into the passenger seat.

Geto replies while turning on the vehicle. "I mean the staff made it all the better. No arguments."

Nanami nodded. But before he could reply, Gojo's snores filled the car.

The ride was pretty lengthy. Geto dropped off the tired trio before he looked at you.

"So, your address?"

"Ah.. right. Let me pull it out-"

"Just send it. No worries."

You freeze and look up at him.

He's smiling again and takes your phone. His phone dings and he's quick to start enroute.

"You like j-pop? Classical?"

Your nodding with a soft blush. "Shoegaze."

"Ah, really? Interesting. You like Rock too, eh?"

"I like your solo. I really liked it live."

"Oh.. I can play it for you sometime."

"Hm?"

"I don't have a setup for you right now."

"Yeah.. but it was nice seeing you play it during the concert."

"Hm.. where were you? Pit?"

"Nuh-uh.. too broke. Haha.."

"Don't worry. Thank you for coming."

You hum and slightly doze off. Before you realize, your eyes open at the familiar curve to your apartment.

"Oh.. we're here."

Geto turns off the vehicle and walks around to help you out.

"What floor?"

"Mmh.. third.."

He nods and wraps an arm around your waist and walks you in. He smelled of lilac and hint of cedar. Not too manly. But just enough to doze you off even more. His hair was tied in a bun and you could feel his calloused fingers digging into you.

The elevator dinged and he took you to your door.

"Mmh.. thank you, Geto.."

"Y/N."

"Hm..?"

"Thank you for coming, again."

"I- I just like your music."

"You like my music?"

You nod. "I have your poster.. I really like you, Geto."

The pounding in your head was making you come clean. Honestly, when was the next time you'd see your celebrity crush?

"Suguru. You can call me that."

Your throat closes before you can even muster the strength to respond.

"Go sleep. I'll message you when I head back to the others. Good night, Y/N."

His rough but delicate fingers grazed your ear and pushed the hair behind it.

"Sweet dreams, cya."

You stand frozen as he walks off. What the fuck just happened?? Your heart is beating out of your ass before you slam your door closed.

"What the fuck?"

You quickly slip out of your clothes and drop into bed. No clue where your phone was, but you knocked out at the fuzzy feeling in your head.

God.. you hoped for this feeling to stay, even after your raw hangover. Your eyes were droopy. Limbs across the bed and facing the large yet tantalizing Geto Suguru poster.

YAXUIXAINKJAASH part 2???

[satorusideals]

pairing: coworker!satoru x fem!reader

a/n: huhhhhhhhhh. i’m a flop.

you weren’t sure how you ended up on your coworker’s lap in his car. his lips were pressing into yours and quickly moving to your neck. the proximity of his lean chest was making you dizzy, not to mention his cologne that always infiltrated your nostrils at work.. but you weren’t so sure why it was making you feel a different way now. maybe it was the sleepiness of a job well done after a mission? you weren’t so sure.

but you knew you wanted him.

he wanted you just as much.

it was just supposed to be a quick mission. nothing else.

after satoru caught a glimpse of a cut on your cheek, he was jumping across the walls. he was careful. he was sure he was careful.

“y/n.. are you okay? i’m sorry. i didn’t notice—”

“—it’s fine. i wasn’t careful. it’s small though” you say with a soft smile.

“well yeah.. it’s small. but, i didn’t notice that the curse got so close.” satoru reached out and cupped your cheek. his hand was pale. long fingers that were slightly cold and sweaty.

“haha.. i was clumsy, i guess..”

he hums and pulls back. his uniform rustles as he turns away to look at the area.

“mmh.. well, guess the veil did its job. i’ll patch you up in the car. i’m sorry.”

“stop saying sorry! i’m fine. not like i broke a bone or something..”

satoru turns around to look at you stepping closer with a peeking smirk. “basically the same thing.”

you both walk towards the car. the breeze carried the bitter sweetness of the moment. although you weren’t sure why your stomach carried butterflies, the tension was obvious. you just weren’t sure if he felt it as well.

“good job by the way. with the veil, you know?”

satoru was already gazing down at you by the time you looked up at him.

“oh.. thank you. it’s just a basic veil..”

why was he being so attentive to trivial details?

“the shade fits you. it’s a beautiful color. you know, ijichi’s could use a mentor. i mean— it’s not like he could be—”

it was driving you insane. the way he was tripping over his own words. why is this missions so different? it’s not like satoru needed someone to come with him anyways.

you quickly open the car door before he could finish and slide inside. satoru was confused. you were all smiles and laughter a few minutes ago.

did he really mess up? it was a complete accident. he didn’t mean to hurt you.

it wasn’t long before he stepped inside. with a sigh, satoru reached behind your seat and pulled out a first aid kit.

“i keep this in here.. in case. of anything” he says while pulling out the necessary items: alcohol pads and a bandage.

it went silent. you could hear the static in your ears. the leather seats creaked every time there was a movement. you were heating up. it was undeniable. being alone with him meant so much more to you.

“let me see it, y/n.”

you get snapped out of the daze and look at him. he reached out and began to clean you with the alcohol pad.

“it was me, by the way.”

“huh?”

“i requested for you. i was being selfish. i’m sorry.”

“what? why..? it’s not like i bring much to the table.”

satoru’s hands pause. was it really that bad?

“sorry? what are you talking about?”

“well.. you have your own veil. i’m not sure why you—”

“—i like you. i always have. i want you around. i’m being selfish right now because i want you.”

your eyes widen. his hands lower down and reach for the bandage. he opens the small package and angles your chin down to place it on you.

“and.. you bring a lot to the table.”

he was pouting under his blindfold. you could see the shape of his eyes. his cheeks were slightly flushed.

“like what..?”

satoru sighed and closed the first aid box. he reached behind you and placed it back in its spot.

“satoru. you can’t just say you like and want me to just—”

he lifted his blindfold to his hair and your eyes widened at the feeling of his lips. they were soft. he smelled of vanilla and coconut. but the musk of his cologne was overriding his scent.

god. his skin was smooth. satoru’s lashes looked snow kissed. delicate and long. they graced his face as he kissed you.

it was like gravity. you just couldn’t wait. he was giving himself up to you. and if you rejected him, then that’d be your call. but, who said you would?

his hands began to tug on you. the seat was already scooted back. your weight was transferred, and if it weren’t for the position, your ass would’ve made the car honk.

“i’ve wanted you for so long.. please, y/n. just say you want me.”

“you’re the one who’s confusing me. you’re the one who’s all over me.”

“i’ve liked you since you first spoke to me. that conversation in the hall when you started working. you’re always on my mind.. you make me feel happy when i go to work. it’s not fair that you’re-”

“—it’s not fair that you’re using metaphors to try and make me fall for you.”

“..you don’t like me?”

“i’m kidding.. i do.”

he pouts again and before he can retaliate, you kiss him again.

satoru was just relived with your words. he wanted to drown in you. his hands were fondling you and hiking your skirt to grab handfuls of your ass.

“i want you.. i want you right here.”

your warm thighs were grinding down on his lap. it was torture. hands on the headrest and being guided by his trembling fingers was not how you imagined your first with satoru.

he lifted you up and began to unbutton his slacks. the space was not enough. to make matters worse, your ass actually hit the horn, making you both jump, he softly laughed and wrapped his arms around you.

“you’re so cute.. y/n, i think i love you.”

“h- huh..?”

“you make me happy.. we don’t have to do this. i’m being selfish again.”

it was honestly too much at this point. how could he pull back when he was the one who initiated all this?

“satoru! you’re confusing. do you want me or not..?”

he stays silent and begins to kiss you again. his hand reached down between your thighs and started parting your lips.

“fuck.. no wonder you’re upset. you’re so wet.”

satoru’s hand continued rubbing you. your hands gripped the headrest tighter as your forehead laid on his shoulder. it felt so good. your panties were moved to the side as he started pushing his cock between your thighs.

“augh.. satoru.”

“it’s fine.. right?”

you nod. it was crazy to think you were still in his car. the sunset had been long gone, and the only light was the glow of the car’s dashboard.

a flat tire was the only thing needed to ruin the success of the mission.

scratch that. not having satoru’s cock filling you up would be the only thing that could ruin the night.

he started pushing into you. his soft moans were filling your ears with warmth. not to mention the temperature rising every time he moved. your moans weren’t any less lewd.

instinctively. they were getting louder.

his tip began slipping in. the slippery mess made it easier. your velvet walls welcomed him with a tight clench.

“fuck.. fuck..”

satoru’s hands were gripping your ass cheeks. painfully large. digging in to your skin and bringing you back to the moment. his hair was like silver thread. tugged by your fingers in despair for relief of his huge cock.

“o- oh my gosh.. satoru.. satoru..”

“yeah.. you’re so wet.”

“that’s not helping.. stop commenting.”

he softly laughs and speeds up your hips. your pussy was swallowing him whole. it was still hard to wrap around his length. but even more hard, the fact that your co-worker, satoru gojo, the satoru gojo, basically loved you. your simplicity was not out of the ordinary. it was pleasant. it let you pass by. but not to the six eyes. he had watched your every move since the day you started at tokyo tech. the only way he could get you alone was to request you on stupid missions.

you were just his co-worker. and the fact he wanted more, and you didn’t make a move, made him rethink about himself as a person. he knew he was strong and rich. no doubt. but how you saw him was all he cared about.

he saw you walking down the hall with paper stacks in your hands? he was quick to pat his jacket and lend a hand. anything for credit.

but as you remained frozen without making a move, he decided then and there he was the one who had to.

now that you’re thinking about it, those other missions you accompanied satoru always ended with a small dinner. his treat, of course.

it was all starting to make sense.

he had been planning under your nose.

how could you have mistaken his intentions with casualties?

your brain was short wiring. numb to the heat and humidity of the car. cock-drunk and moaning at every stroke. the sharp slaps of your ass hitting his thighs were muted out. the leather continued creaking, but neither of you minded. the equivalence of a hardware bed frame creaking that would’ve made this whip situation better. but, a desire is a luxury.

your hips begin to slow down, fatigue taking over your thighs. the taste of satoru was still in your mouth.

“i- i’m gonna come..”

satoru’s hands were lifting you up, denying you pleasure and closure. they were offering you security. a chance to step away from a mistake.

“no.. no, i- i want it satoru.”

“we can’t.. not like this.”

“why not..? please.”

he stayed silent and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

“okay.. you do it.”

pleasure? granted.

your hips were mechanically moving, pumping him in an attempt to leave him dry. there was no way you’d run away. satoru gojo was declaring his love in the most tendering manner. his hands gripped your ass tighter. the desperation for release made him roam your body. satoru’s lips attacked your neck as his fingers lingered on your thigh and sides.

satoru allowed you to declare yourself with pleasure. he wanted to feel you. he needed to. the moans were quickly turning into groans.

“i- i’m coming.. i’m-coming-i’m-coming..”

he was twitching and squirming. your insides were coated with his warmth while satoru gasped and fell limp against the car seat.

“ah.. shit.”

you weakly laugh and lean back. again, making the car honk.

“shit, sorry.. i forgot.”

“‘s fine..” he mutters while cupping your cheek, “again? but, with a bed.”

“after a shower?”

“yeah.. sure. can i be yours?”

[satorusideals]

can you share with Gojo audio you listened too please and thankyou 🫦

HEY LMAOOO

so i actually listened to two that made me write my sleep-deprived!gojo x fem!reader short. i was trying audios out to dj with but just kept laughing 😭. but, they’re made by real ppl!!! and they’re both on reddit. (make sure to make an acc and go to settings to allow nsfw content 🤭) so if it’s not something you’d like, then it’s completely fine.

1. little spoon fuck w/ sleepy bf

2. gojo is too big

all audios r not mine. i’ll look out for more. 🤍

[satorusideals]

pairing: sleep-deprived!gojo x fem!reader

a/n: i listened to a gojo audio last night and

your boyfriend was such a hardworking man. it was such a hassle when your plans would have to be cut short because of emergencies.

but it was all worth it.

he was one of a kind.

his soft snow hair that always tickled your neck while sleeping was stuck to his forehead. the soft groans and whines that filled the room was accompanied by the lewd sounds of your mouth.

you looked up at him and hummed at the sight. he was trying to bite his bottom lip while looking down at you. your lips left his cock for a moment.

“are you close, satoru?” you ask.

he nods and cups your cheek. his drip of saliva was running down the side of his mouth and caught the light of the morning sun.

it was honestly a rare occurrence that he was home before the sun rise.

and you took the chance.

satoru’s legs were spread open on the bed as his hands were desperately trying to grip onto something. your mouth resumed after kissing the length. none of his juices were being wasted. the slight saltiness of him was driving you insane. you swore you were dripping.

but your baby always came first.

he had been going to work for a week straight.

always forgetting his home made lunch in the fridge and taking off his shoes before looking for you in the bedroom.

satoru’s mind was being 100% occupied.

a selfless man that was whining about wanting to make you feel good even as he swore he was cumming. his toes were literally clenching and he still wanted to touch you and make you see stars.

your mouth’s speed was increased as your hand caressed his thigh. his lean body was twitching against you.

he was tangible in this situation.

when he got needy, anything you did was perfect. he needed your warmth even if he didn’t vocalize it.

it was basically your instinct to try and make him feel good at home. because you were his safe space. behind closed doors he was just a needy boyfriend that craved attention and intimacy. though he may not have the experience and energy to initiate.

he was your little spoon.

it was 3 a.m. when he came home. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door sliding open.

it wasn’t fair how he still looked good even with a soft pout and sleepy eyes.

he quickly changed into comfortable attire and flopped down beside you.

“you’re back” you say.

he nods. it was a quiet night and he wished to keep it that way. satoru leans in and kisses you slowly. his soft pecks lulled you to sleep.

when you awoke, the sun was barely rising. softly kissing satoru’s face. and somehow, your arms were wrapped around his waist and his back was against your chest.

it seemed like telepathy was both your middle names because he began to squirm.

you instinctively began to rub his clothed cock and he started to softly moan.

he wanted it so bad, his hand was over yours and guiding your fingers. satoru quickly removed his sweats and started to use your hand.

it was getting warm. your breath heated up satoru’s pink tinted neck.

“baby.. i want you, please” he finally says.

your fingers were coated with his precum and hastily chasing his high. you quickly pull away and settle between his thighs. satoru’s head was laid on the pillows. soft and pliable.

he was perfect.

your lips kissed his tip. he swore he could cum on the spot.

it wasn’t hard to make him.

your head was bobbing and satoru was going crazy. his pitch was different.

“‘m gonna come.. ‘m gonna come..”. he quickly says while tugging on your hair.

you look up at him and continued. he moaned and continued watching you.

it was all the encouragement you needed because the only moral thing to do was to speed up. he was groaning and gripping your hair. desperately trying to pull you away.

“baby.. augh.. baby.. i’m gonna-”

satoru effectively pulled you away as his cum shot on your face. a quick blink saved you. he groaned and flopped back onto the bed. you softly laugh and lean up to kiss him. your hand began to stroke him in his afterglow.

“you okay..?” you ask in curiosity. satoru sharply sighs and looks up at you.

it wasn’t hard to stop.

you just couldn’t.

your mouth and hands just chased him. he enjoyed it just as much. maybe even more.

satoru was sucked dry. round after round of you only making him feel good.

he was insane. hallucinations. eye twitching.

he wanted to feel you around him.

“baby.. please.. please-please-please..”

your mind just wanted to see his eyes roll. your neglected pussy was aching.

satoru quickly hoisted you up and made you straddle his hips. he was out of breath and completely limp.

it was a surprise he wanted to keep going.

“you’re getting wifed up after.. what round is this again?”

[satorusideals]

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[satorusideals]

Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

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[satorusideals]

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[satorusideals]

Airy Spring

a/n: soooo.. fourth post. I honestly need og ideas. I’m trying so hard to think of things. But I’ll get there! My time is limited because of current events but I’ll be on it. Pls give me inspo im crying. Also! I need more moots. Enjoy ig. 🥀

content: fem view, pregnancy, dad gojo, and fluff!!!!!!

It came to no surprise. Your life was so different. By having a puffy stomach, aching feet, sharp back pains, and a little newborn that filled your ears; you were a new woman.

You remember the fateful afternoon that had you pacing back and forth as your hands clasped onto the long piece of plastic. The very item that made you shriek of happiness (?), anxiety (?), and shock.

You were no where near ready to confess to your husband, Satoru Gojo.

He was a busy man.

You both understood that. And the thought of somewhat impeding his plans made you bite your tongue.

In an attempt to continue the normalcy, you make dinner, turn on the lamps, anxiously do laundry, and try to take a warm bath— but as soon as your dear husband begins to rattle the front door— you pace inside the bathroom.

Oh.. how will he react? He’ll be happy, right? What about his schedule? Maybe he’s not hungry..

“I’m back! Guess who’s the best husband that brought kikufuku?? I am!”

Your hairs stick up at his exclamation, and the few droplets of cold sweat begin to build up on the tip of your nose.

Great.

His innocent teasing is always nerve wrecking.

Satoru’s steps get louder by the second, and when you open the bathroom door, he’s standing outside with a smile.

“You took a bath without me?? And here I was trying to rush back home to you” he says with a teasing pout, before wrapping his arms around you.

“I missed you, baby. Did you miss me?” he asks while pulling back to look at your water kissed face.

There was no way to hide from him. Every reaction and cold shoulder you gave him was a clear indicator that something was wrong. Whether it was him or the bad weather— oh, he didn’t know! He took every bad possibility and ran with it.

He loves his dear wife!

During dinner, he felt that enough was enough. No time was wasted and he asked.

“Are you mad at me? I’m sorry— I came as quick as possible.” Satoru pouts and drops his utensils in an attempt to give you his undivided attention.

You sigh and shake your head.

“I’m just tired.. I cleaned the whole house, ya know?”

“Well.. no one asks you to. I’ve offered a maid before.”

Your quick responses are what save you. At least for a bit.

Satoru’s short trips leave a balance of home time and work. These time intervals give you time on how to confess. Or figure out what to even do.

Before you know it, he’s back from another trip. His slender frame is wrapped around you in your large bed with his hand on your now plush hip. An obvious hint at your body’s accommodation.

“You’re so fluffy now.. you gaining?” he innocently asks as his nose buries itself into your scalp.

Satoru yelps at your pinch.

“Ow! What was that for!?”

“You’re a prick. I don’t know why I bother with you!”

He was just asking..

After fighting yourself, both mentally (anxiety) and physically (morning sickness), you break the news before Satoru steps out for his mission.

“‘Toru.. you’re not gonna eat breakfast?”

“Mm.. nah. My stomach hurts if I eat too early. Maybe I’ll come for dinner tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Okay..” you mutter as his face leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“What’s with the sad face, hm?”

“I just.. don’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell me what..? You’re divorcing me or somethin’?”

“No.. it feels like I’m lying to you.”

He stays silent. You could basically feel his heartbeat. Stray and loud. He honestly would have loved that breakfast instead of feeling this tension you’ve unknowingly created.

“I’m pregnant. You. Me. We’re pregnant.”

Those passing moments between you both felt like eternal.

Satoru’s sleepy eyes widened and made him freeze.

“What? Ha.. ha-ha.. you’re-“

“I’m sorry.”

“Honey, what? Sorry? Wait, what?”

His words made you more confused. Was he surprised or disappointed?

You looked away. The sun’s rays were shining through the room from the window, but left no warmth to comfort you.

Satoru realized his unintended negligence of comforting you and he quickly wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, Satoru.”

“Stop saying that.. what are you sorry for?”

“We didn’t want this.. I’m sorry.”

He sighs. His hand cups your cheek and pulls you back to look directly into your eyes.

His blue pearls watched your reactions and counted your every freckle and lash without hesitation.

His wonderful wife had just confessed a life altering situation— and here he was stuttering like a high school boy.

“Who said that, hm? Just ‘cus we didn’t plan it, doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Unless.. you don’t want it?”

You shake your head and he quickly begins to rub your back and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

It was a done deal.

You carry his sweet baby and get all the rest, take-out, midnight cravings, foot massages, and needy booty-calls you desire, even when he was away on missions.

But this was only on the condition of Satoru keeping his missions to a minimum.

And before you knew it— you’re back home with a baby girl.

Her snow kissed hair illuminated your room. Her hazy blue eyes that made you want to squish her face every time she opened her eyes to curiously watch you. It was all a dream— really, who knew you’d be a mother? And who knew you’d be such a daydream? Not your husband.

Oh, your husband was enamored with you both.

His lovely wife who birthed a whole carbon copy of him and the said carbon copy.

Satoru’s entire time at home was busy with his newborn baby girl.

Your husband would clean up and rub your feet while she slept or fed from you. No wasted time in this household.

Her sweet smell and delicate frame were appreciated by you both.

But especially Satoru. A deep contrast between him and his daughter. He was the strongest and had had to learn being the most delicate. His hands and sharp muscles that destroyed cursed were handling the tiny body that he now loved. Her small wails and yawns softened his sharp gaze. No detail went unnoticed by him. Your daughter’s birthmarks were all caught by Satoru, because he wanted to learn every single thing of your creation.

While being a changed woman, it didn’t feel like a complete new load— you had the help of your husband.

And the only thing you could wait, was for her to grow up.

Oh, how you both dreaded that!

But, as time moved on— it was obvious that your sweet girl was a change that you both needed.

[satorusideals]

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[satorusideals]

Morning Dew

JJK MANGA SPOILERS in a/n

a/n: Hello. Third post! When I scroll on twitter I sometimes get updates on the JJK canon details from Gege (which I usually think they’re funny.) But, with Gege’s revelation on Gojo’s humanity being the main reason for his death, I find that sad. A sort of heart ache. So, in memory of him; I’d like to make some of my own headcannons as a happy husband/lover!

The morning sun is always beat by Satoru’s absurd sleeping schedule. Bed at 4 AM. Eyes peeled open at 7AM.

As a concerned wife, you always scold him for his crazy time management.

But as a wife, you understand his dedication as a role model.

When Satoru was informed about your FIRST overnight mission— your first night away from his proximity, while risking your life— Satoru was the first to put down his name to take over instead.

Your stubbornness drove him away. Despite his whining and begging— you didn’t cave in. It was all in the name of independence!

The afternoon where you were supposed to leave was filled of your husband’s sighs and pouts. His personality was on full display for not getting his way.

After receiving your goodbye kiss and instructions on how to productively take care of your shared home.. you ran off with a smile and a carriage bag.

His whole day went to sour because he was completely alone. He had no one to complain to. He had no one to kiss and coddle.

He was annoyed!

His dear wife was away and all he had was his wedding band that wrapped around his ring finger.

After completing the chores you had instructed him to, he began wandering around. The home was too quiet. The walls that once bounced your voice had remained still.

As dinner came around, he pulled out his phone and dialed you. Satoru hoped for at least some sweet words before heading off to bed.

As soon as you picked up, he began to rant.

“Baby, thank goodness you answered, I have been going crazy! I finished all the laundry and—“

It would be an understatement if you said he was being dramatic.

Your first night away and he’s acting as if you wanted to divorce him and take all the imaginary kids back to your home town.

What a drama queen, you thought.

He continues on about not even being able to eat because he only liked the way you heated up food. After fighting about him not wanting to eat dinner, he walked off to bed with you still on call.

Your words soothed him in the half-empty bed as he continued whining about not being able to take the distance anymore.

“But babyyyy.. I need you back.. You said you’d be back tomorrow!”

“Well.. things changed. I’ll see you after tomorrow. Sleep early today.”

His retaliations were shut down and like a soldier, he went off to bed early. As told.

After waking up, for once Satoru was beat by the sun.

Her glow had begun to fill the room from the curtains. Satoru was intrigued and sat up to meet the half-filled bed and the beautiful view from his window.

The morning’s afterglow had been displayed on the leaves of every plant.

The scent of fresh linen and of you remained in his nostrils, haunting him of the daily routine he so often dreaded.

Though you were mature and bossy, Satoru felt as if you were his balm. The essence of keeping him grounded. Your presence balanced him out and without you around— he felt alone.

Satoru stared out of the window and sighed. The dread of a new day lingered in the back of his hand before walking back to bed to lay down. As soon as his face met the pillows, he was startled by the buzzing of his phone.

He lifted himself off and reached for the device, almost confused if he had forgotten a meeting that early morning.

After instinctively answering, Satoru heard you.

“Mornin’ baby.. how’s breakfast?” you asked.

He was frozen and then began to explain his drastically different morning.

Your presence shifted his schedule and left him to meet the beautiful morning that he always passed by because of his time management.

You agree and tell him about all the things you both miss out because of your jobs.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t think we’d be like this” he whispers.

“Like what..? Am I doing something wrong?” you ask.

“No.. no.. I just.. I miss you. I miss you and I never noticed how much you mean to me.”

You stay silent and nod as if he could see you.

Because if he could— that would be all he needed to kiss you dumb.

Your unshared words and audible breaths brought tingles between you both.

It was hard to share because of the distance and lack of free time.

When the next morning came.. Satoru was sat on the living room couch and pounced on you the moment you came through.

“Are you okay? How was the ride? I still have leftovers from dinner. I missed you so much! Don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t.. let’s spend today together, yeah?”

“Okay.”

[satorusideals]

Scars & Lovin’

JJK CHAPTER 236 SPOILERS

Hello! Second post. I’d like to clarify that this has smut— although very intimate, I’d like to state the mature content. Obviously, JJK manga spoilers.

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It happened before you knew it.

Satoru shut himself off even after his victorious battle with the infamous King of Curses.

His body was indented with new scars and his eyes bore a new shade of blue. The twinkle in his eye had faded. The ambitious fire that once drove him to new heights left him with an everlasting numbness.

Satoru Gojo felt lost in the body that he once treasured like a temple.

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It was like any other night. The dark night casted a cool shade on your shared home with Satoru.

He deemed it necessary to finally retire from the sorcery workload after almost meeting death.

His wish was granted.

You and Satoru moved into a small home. The greenery brought peace and quiet to you both. A stark contrast between your shared sorcery occupations.

Despite being together, Satoru distanced himself. From you and any reflective object. The thought of being face-to-face with his new reflection brought dread.

He was awoken by another nightmare that led him to the room’s window. The sudden emptiness on the bed woke you up and had you searching for him.

As you sat up with sleepy eyes and bed head— he was staring off into the dark starry sky.

You were worried.

He’s been spacing off into the distance for weeks.

Today felt like enough.

Your tired body walked over to him, gently reaching for his hand.

He had a bad habit of dodging your touch now.

It was not fair for your soft hands to be able to touch his ruined skin, he thought.

But you knew better. He was the love of your life. The man who welcomed you with a strange yet attractive personality that brought you to new highs.

No one could replace him. Because he was Satoru. Your Satoru.

When he felt your fingers on his, he turned to look at you with a sad smile.

“Sorry.. did I wake you up?” he softly asked.

“No.. just missed you.”

“Mmh.. I’m right here” he says while looking back towards the window.

“No.. you’re not.”

He’s a little surprised by your response. It causes him to slightly widen his eyes and look back at you.

“I’m standing h—“

You sigh. What a stupid man, you think to yourself.

“—No, you’re not. You’re here but not right here. I miss you, Satoru.”

Your eyes look into his with a slight twinkle. He didn’t know if it was the moon doing you justice or the slight desperation you had.

“You’re here, but you’re not talking to me. You’re not kissing me. I know you’re not enjoying our time.”

“Baby.. I am-“

“No.. stop. Listen to me. I know you’re doing this out of guilt because you said you promised you’d come back to me.”

He sighs. He hears your frustration.

“I did say that.. but I kept it because I wanted to.”

His fingers reach out for you, gently cupping your cheek like a delicate object.

“I did it because I knew you were who I wanted to be with— even after all this.”

“Well.. why are you so close yet so far? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No.. no-no..” he says, “— I just.. can’t seem to fathom you still being here.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“..Because I look like this. I’m not the man I was before.” he mutters while looking away, slowly beginning to drop his hand off of you.

By recognizing his push-back behavior, your hand slapped his hand back into your cheek.

“What? Babe— what? No— wait—“

Your eyes widen at his revelation and had you searching his face for any smirk or slight expression.

There was none.

“Satoru— no.. no.. I love you. I would never leave you. You’re not any different from the man I learned to love. Other than the fact you’re pushing me away. And I hate it.”

Your other hand cupped his cheek.

His sad eyes were looking towards you— not at you.

He has felt lost for the past couple weeks. There were no more motives to continue. He only had you— and by being a different man— he felt like a different lover.

“You know I love you, right? That your hard work didn’t go for shit. You did it for your students. You did it for you. You did it for me. You did it for us.”

He nods.

“Then what’s wrong..? Talk to me.”

“Nobody needs me anymore.. I’m different and everyone knows it” he softly says.

“You’re not different” you retaliated, “everything changed but you. Everyone is working without the reminder of Sukuna.”

“I’m not worthy of your love” he states.

Wow, what a stupid man, you think again.

“Why not? I think you’re worthy of all my love because you’re the one who started sharing yours with me. And I told you way before all of this that I didn’t want it. I didn’t need it. Especially from a stupid man like you. But now, when I’m finally giving it back— you want to be even stupider by denying it? Who do you think you are?”

Your bitter words make him stay quiet, silently staring into you, gently pushing your hand off of his face.

“Do you know who you are, Satoru?” you pressed.

He stays quiet because he’s in-between saying “Satoru Gojo” and “Your husband.”

“You are my husband, whether you remember or not. You’re saying you came back and stayed because you wanted to, but you’re acting as if I had the plague. Do you not love me the way you did before because everyone changed?”

“..No.”

“Then? I still need you.”

Satoru’s breath catches in his throat before he even gets the chance to say anything.

That was all he needed.

He needed your rough love and reassurance. Your desire for him— despite looking different— was very much the same. You made him find a new ambition to strive for.

And then, his lips crash down into yours. Not so gently like before. The pale haired man wanted to show you that he still needed you— just as much as you needed him.

Despite knowing your past failed attempts of trying to touch him, Satoru let your hands roam. Every press of your fingertips left new tingles.

It’s been so long, he thinks to himself.

It’s been so long since you both had passion like this.

It didn’t take long for Satoru to follow your lead and push back your hair, easing you into the kiss and his almost overwhelming height.

Your mutual sighs and moans linger in between the kiss, making your intentions clear.

Satoru quickly begins to guide you towards the already cold bed. Before he dropped you, his hands were already occupied on pulling off your bed garments. His warm hands easily slipped off your shorts and took a short trip towards the over-sized shirt you so dearly loved to sleep in.

You were left in comfy underwear, the cotton kind that say some cringe quote on the back.

He pays no mind and begins to kiss your bare neck.

His warm mouth was kept occupied while your ass was being squished.

No time was wasted when he felt your hands sneak under his shirt, he gasped and instinctively gripped your wrist.

“—Satoru?”

“Sorry.. just—“

“No.. it’s fine, we don’t have to.”

“No..” he says, “I want it..”

Satoru’s determination was overriding his self-consciousness. It led his lips back onto yours, fingers slipping under your panties and dragging them down as your hands resumed their searching.

As soon as your underwear reached your thighs, he lifts his arms— aiding your desire to undress him. His pale skin was once a canvas to a long scar, but was now peppered with even more scars, big and small. He was conscious of your gaze but in a different light now. It wasn’t in dread— but admiration and love.

He quickly pulled his sweatpants off and pushed you onto the mattress. Instantly nudging your thighs apart to make room. Your body was basically putty. Your legs spread for him, your arms reached out for him, and your eyes were half-lidded, watching his every move.

Obviously, everything was noticed by him. Both of your bodies were tuned for each other. He trapped your hands with his, interlocking your fingers and pushing them onto the mattress on both sides of your head. Satoru’s slutty mouth was back on yours when you gasp at his clothed member rubbing against you. Slow and steady, tantalizing your body, and mocking your desire that portrayed itself with every hair of yours to stand up.

“Mmph— ‘Toru..”

Oh. That was all he ever wanted.

His right hand quickly let go of yours, reaching down to free himself of the pesky boxers you had bought him for his birthday a year prior.

“Fuck.. just wanna..”

“—Just wanna love you, ‘Toru..”

“Yeah.. yeah, okay— I wanna love you too.”

His lips reach yours to give a small peck before he pulls back to get a better view.

Your hair was splayed on the bed covers as Satoru’s hand pumped his cock. He wasn’t sure how he let himself get this far from you. You were there but he seemed so lost.

His mind was going crazy while stroking himself, small moans were being spilled as your eyes searched his scarred face.

Your hands reach out for him and he quickly pulls himself back to reality. The man lowers himself down to you again. Kissing you as if you’ve been gone for war. Which you were. The war in his mind almost brought you to make assumptions.

Right as your hands reached his waist his moans become whines.

“Satoru..? Sorry..”

“No.. it feels good..”

“You’re even more sensitive now.”

He softly hums before pulling back to look at you. His hand grabs his cock and gently rubs himself on you. Spreading your slick across and making you shiver at your own hyperactivity.

“S’wet for me.. it’s been long.”

You begin to softly pant and stare up at him. Your mouth wides as he slowly pushes in. The plush pink tip of his was reshaping you. Just how you liked it. He was warm and hard, yet gentle. There was no doubt you’d be able to do anything tomorrow.

His half-lidded eyes were watching your face. How your eyes glitched and those pearly whites he so dearly loved were flexed at every moan you let out.

“F- Fuck.. ‘Toru..”

Those soft whines of yours left no room for those thrusts of his that let an inch sneak in every time.

His hands gripped your under thighs as they met his hips every time he pushed in.

You swore you were on cloud 10.

His emotional absence left a void that you didn’t know how to seal.

Satoru’s personality was something that irked you when you first met. But, you learned to love it. You depended on it. He was your anchor and you were his catalyst. No one could love you like Satoru.

Your thighs began to squirm and your hands gripped onto the bed covers— anything you could reach at this point.

“A- Augh.. oh.. oh my god..” you whisper.

Satoru was too caught up in the moment, pushing into you with his innocently big cock.

He swore he could come at any second. His cock was ready to snap from how hard he was. But your gummy walls were aiding him.

His pace was still slow. Slow enough for him to reach down and kiss you, shutting you up and filling you up in the best way possible.

When he leaned down, you swore he touched your cervix. It made you jump and gasp.

Of course, Satoru felt it and began to move faster because it wasn’t just your cervix he was touching, it was also that sensitive and rough spot that loved being rubbed.

Your moans grew high pitched in his mouth as your hands gripped onto his hair.

“Mm—ah!! Satoru.. Satoru..”

It was silly to think he’d let you run right after he found your favorite place.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked at your swollen lips. Both of your lips. One was moaning while the other squelched his cock. Sinfully so.

“Baby.. takin’ it s’good..”

“..’Toru.. oh, ‘Toru”

Your hands moved to grip his biceps. He let go of your left thigh to begin rubbing your swollen clit. It was electric. Your body jolted as he softly sighed.

“So sexy.. god..” he muttered under his breath

After a few strokes you swore your limbs were getting tighter. Satoru felt you tense and continued his rubbing, effectively making you tighter around his cock.

“S- Satoru..”

“Yeah.. I know..”

You were coming.

Your breath caught in your throat before you squeaked

“I’mcomingI’mcomingI’mcomingggg..”

Your pussy clenched around him and Satoru moaned. His hips slowed down and watched you. Your eyes squeezed closed and head rocked back. It wasn’t long before Satoru resumed his thrusts and aided your orgasm.

“A- Augh.. ‘Toru..”

He leaned down and kissed you.

After making out with you, he pulls out and comes on your clit. He rubs around you and moans at the sight.

You breathlessly look up at him. You swore his eyes twinkled.

Whether it was with mischief or just the moonlight landing on his irises— you weren’t so sure. But you knew your Satoru was back with you.

Despite everything changing because of him, he was your Satoru to love and keep.

Like a locket that stayed beside your heart.

Except with way more scars to kiss and love.

[satorusideals]

Desperate Calls

oh my god idk how to post on here ;-;

this is a new way for me to make short satoru content

my user on ao3 is kenjakuoff, i hope to make more content! 🤓🤓🤓

he never shuts up. you figured that the day your limbs are all intertwined he’d shut up. but oh you were so wrong. the room’s bitter cold air made your already sensitive body shiver as satoru slowly pushed into you. his hands were gripping the underside of your thighs, moving them away so his eyes had a clear view of your pussy swallowing him for the first time.

“oh.. oh my god..” he said, his eyes looked higher and found you looking back at him with heavy lidded eyes and soft moans slipping from your lips that were puffy from that long make out session a few minutes prior. there was no room so he spread your legs a little wider to make himself slide in-between and kiss your jaw.

satoru had begun to push deeper into your wet and velvety walls that he had had so many wet dreams about. he was a prideful and sensitive man who didn’t know his limits. despite being the strongest, he had never treaded these lands. your wet cunt was making lewd sounds as he bottomed out.

“‘m gonna cum.. oh my god.. you feel so good, baby..”

this whole ordeal felt heavenly and random.. your boyfriend had just stuffed you of his cock and he was already on the verge of cumming.. his sweet name calling and confessions made your head spin.

“baby.. i love you.. baby..? you’re so wet..”

the commentary was even better.. his verging cock was making you dumb and warm. the moans that begun at his entry were nonstop after. he let go of your thighs by now and let his hands roam before settling around the indents of your hands. your mingling fingers dug into him, leaving crescent indents on his knuckles every time he pushed his cock in.

“s.. satoru..” you utter with the very few puffs of air your have

“shh.. i’m gonna cum if you don’t stop, baby..”

jeez.. you can’t even say anything before he’s already threatening you.