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υ𝗌𝖾𝗋 ؛ kaizer ; calebs devoted wife. nineteen. main blog for my clutter and thoughts and where all follow, interaction and reblog happens.
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PRIORITY : DOVE
SUMMARY
JJK AU | you’re humanity’s most heavily guarded secret. a chip no one can remove without killing you is buried inside your body, and now every sorcerer, every organization, and ryomen sukuna himself are willing to wage war to claim it.
WARNINGS
kidnapping, captivity, stockholm syndrome, psychological manipulation, trauma, forced proximity, obsessive behavior, medical procedures, human experimentation, mild body horror, emotional dependency, implied torture, mature themes, suggestive sexual content, smut, explicit language, jjk x reader
CHAPTERS
18+ | the first time you pissed satoru off and he really showed you how mean he can be
it started with the two of you playfully throwing jokes at each other on the couch in his luxurious apartment.
satoru had you draped across his lap, long legs stretched out, your back against his chest as some random movie played on the massive tv. his fingers idly traced patterns along your thigh under the oversized shirt you’d stolen from him.
“you’re such a brat today” he teased, voice light and singsong as he poked your side, making you squirm. “think you can get away with wearing my clothes and looking this cute?”
you laughed, twisting around to straddle him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. “bold? Coming from the guy who walks around like the world owes him everything. maybe i should hang out with suguru more, he’s way more chill. doesn’t act like a walking ego trip all the time.”
the playful grin on Satoru’s face vanished in an instant, his hands froze on your hips. for a split second, the room went deadly quiet except for the low hum of the tv, then his eyes narrowed, the temperature in the air seeming to drop.
“say that again.” his voice was still soft, but the sweetness was gone, replaced by something sharp.
you blinked, realizing you’d hit a nerve. “satoru, i was just joking-”
“joking?” he let out a low, humorless laugh that sent a shiver down your spine, in one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch, pinning you down with his much larger frame.
his hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, but firm enough to make your pulse race under his fingers. “you really think it’s funny to throw suguru in my face like that?”
he leaned in close, nose brushing yours, that usual cocky smirk twisted into something mean. “you’ve been talking about suguru for a while now, but i let them all slide. well too fucking bad. now you’re gonna learn exactly how mean i can be.”
satoru didn’t give you time to respond, he ripped your shirt open with a sharp tug, buttons flying, exposing you completely.
his mouth latched onto your neck, sucking a harsh bruise before biting down hard enough to make you yelp, while you were still gasping, he shoved your bottoms down roughly, not even bothering to take them off all the way just enough to bare you to him.
“look at you,” he sneered, voice dripping with mock pity as two long fingers shoved inside you without any prep. “already dripping like a slut just because i got a little mad. pathetic.”
he curled his fingers viciously, hitting that spot over and over with brutal precision while his thumb rubbed your clit in fast, punishing circles. you moaned loudly, hips bucking, but he pressed his weight down harder, keeping you trapped.
“shut up,” he snapped when you cried out his name. “you don’t get to say my name nicely after talking about another guy. you’re mine. say it.”
when you hesitated for half a second, he pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy sharply, the sting making your eyes water. “i said say it.”
“i’m yours- satoru, fuck—”
“good girl.” but there was nothing sweet in the way he said it.
he freed his cock, long, thick, and already leaking, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep you saw stars.
no gentleness. no waiting for you to adjust. he just started fucking you like he hated you, hips snapping forward with punishing force, the couch creaking violently beneath you.
“too much?” he mocked, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“this is what you get for pissing me off. maybe next time you’ll think twice before opening that pretty little mouth.”
every thrust was ruthless, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside you. he was so deep it hurt in the best way, he leaned down and bit your shoulder, then your collarbone, leaving marks everywhere his mouth could reach.
tears pricked your eyes from the overwhelming intensity, but your body betrayed you, clenching around him desperately. satoru noticed and laughed.
“aww, you’re gonna cum already? even when i’m being this rough with you? disgusting.”
he angled his hips to hit that spot relentlessly, not slowing down for a second, when your orgasm hit you like a freight train, walls fluttering around his cock, he didn’t stop.
he fucked you straight through it, chasing his own release with selfish, punishing strokes until he buried himself deep and came hard, filling you with hot spurts while groaning lowly.
even after, he stayed inside you, hips giving a few lazy, mean little thrusts to push his cum deeper. he finally released your wrists and jaw, but his hand came up to pat your cheek almost condescendingly.
“next time you wanna play games, remember this,” he said, voice still edged with that cruel tone even as he brushed a tear from your cheek. “i can be a lot meaner, baby. Don’t test me again… unless you want me to break you next time.”
he stayed pressed against you, breathing heavy, the weight of his body a reminder of just how thoroughly he’d ruined you on that couch.
18+ | the first time you pissed satoru off and he really showed you how mean he can be
it started with the two of you playfully throwing jokes at each other on the couch in his luxurious apartment.
satoru had you draped across his lap, long legs stretched out, your back against his chest as some random movie played on the massive tv. his fingers idly traced patterns along your thigh under the oversized shirt you’d stolen from him.
“you’re such a brat today” he teased, voice light and singsong as he poked your side, making you squirm. “think you can get away with wearing my clothes and looking this cute?”
you laughed, twisting around to straddle him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. “bold? Coming from the guy who walks around like the world owes him everything. maybe i should hang out with suguru more, he’s way more chill. doesn’t act like a walking ego trip all the time.”
the playful grin on Satoru’s face vanished in an instant, his hands froze on your hips. for a split second, the room went deadly quiet except for the low hum of the tv, then his eyes narrowed, the temperature in the air seeming to drop.
“say that again.” his voice was still soft, but the sweetness was gone, replaced by something sharp.
you blinked, realizing you’d hit a nerve. “satoru, i was just joking-”
“joking?” he let out a low, humorless laugh that sent a shiver down your spine, in one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch, pinning you down with his much larger frame.
his hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, but firm enough to make your pulse race under his fingers. “you really think it’s funny to throw suguru in my face like that?”
he leaned in close, nose brushing yours, that usual cocky smirk twisted into something mean. “you’ve been talking about suguru for a while now, but i let them all slide. well too fucking bad. now you’re gonna learn exactly how mean i can be.”
satoru didn’t give you time to respond, he ripped your shirt open with a sharp tug, buttons flying, exposing you completely.
his mouth latched onto your neck, sucking a harsh bruise before biting down hard enough to make you yelp, while you were still gasping, he shoved your bottoms down roughly, not even bothering to take them off all the way just enough to bare you to him.
“look at you,” he sneered, voice dripping with mock pity as two long fingers shoved inside you without any prep. “already dripping like a slut just because i got a little mad. pathetic.”
he curled his fingers viciously, hitting that spot over and over with brutal precision while his thumb rubbed your clit in fast, punishing circles. you moaned loudly, hips bucking, but he pressed his weight down harder, keeping you trapped.
“shut up,” he snapped when you cried out his name. “you don’t get to say my name nicely after talking about another guy. you’re mine. say it.”
when you hesitated for half a second, he pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy sharply, the sting making your eyes water. “i said say it.”
“i’m yours- satoru, fuck—”
“good girl.” but there was nothing sweet in the way he said it.
he freed his cock, long, thick, and already leaking, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep you saw stars.
no gentleness. no waiting for you to adjust. he just started fucking you like he hated you, hips snapping forward with punishing force, the couch creaking violently beneath you.
“too much?” he mocked, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“this is what you get for pissing me off. maybe next time you’ll think twice before opening that pretty little mouth.”
every thrust was ruthless, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside you. he was so deep it hurt in the best way, he leaned down and bit your shoulder, then your collarbone, leaving marks everywhere his mouth could reach.
tears pricked your eyes from the overwhelming intensity, but your body betrayed you, clenching around him desperately. satoru noticed and laughed.
“aww, you’re gonna cum already? even when i’m being this rough with you? disgusting.”
he angled his hips to hit that spot relentlessly, not slowing down for a second, when your orgasm hit you like a freight train, walls fluttering around his cock, he didn’t stop.
he fucked you straight through it, chasing his own release with selfish, punishing strokes until he buried himself deep and came hard, filling you with hot spurts while groaning lowly.
even after, he stayed inside you, hips giving a few lazy, mean little thrusts to push his cum deeper. he finally released your wrists and jaw, but his hand came up to pat your cheek almost condescendingly.
“next time you wanna play games, remember this,” he said, voice still edged with that cruel tone even as he brushed a tear from your cheek. “i can be a lot meaner, baby. Don’t test me again… unless you want me to break you next time.”
he stayed pressed against you, breathing heavy, the weight of his body a reminder of just how thoroughly he’d ruined you on that couch.
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18+ | the first time you pissed satoru off and he really showed you how mean he can be
it started with the two of you playfully throwing jokes at each other on the couch in his luxurious apartment.
satoru had you draped across his lap, long legs stretched out, your back against his chest as some random movie played on the massive tv. his fingers idly traced patterns along your thigh under the oversized shirt you’d stolen from him.
“you’re such a brat today” he teased, voice light and singsong as he poked your side, making you squirm. “think you can get away with wearing my clothes and looking this cute?”
you laughed, twisting around to straddle him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. “bold? Coming from the guy who walks around like the world owes him everything. maybe i should hang out with suguru more, he’s way more chill. doesn’t act like a walking ego trip all the time.”
the playful grin on Satoru’s face vanished in an instant, his hands froze on your hips. for a split second, the room went deadly quiet except for the low hum of the tv, then his eyes narrowed, the temperature in the air seeming to drop.
“say that again.” his voice was still soft, but the sweetness was gone, replaced by something sharp.
you blinked, realizing you’d hit a nerve. “satoru, i was just joking-”
“joking?” he let out a low, humorless laugh that sent a shiver down your spine, in one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch, pinning you down with his much larger frame.
his hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, but firm enough to make your pulse race under his fingers. “you really think it’s funny to throw suguru in my face like that?”
he leaned in close, nose brushing yours, that usual cocky smirk twisted into something mean. “you’ve been talking about suguru for a while now, but i let them all slide. well too fucking bad. now you’re gonna learn exactly how mean i can be.”
satoru didn’t give you time to respond, he ripped your shirt open with a sharp tug, buttons flying, exposing you completely.
his mouth latched onto your neck, sucking a harsh bruise before biting down hard enough to make you yelp, while you were still gasping, he shoved your bottoms down roughly, not even bothering to take them off all the way just enough to bare you to him.
“look at you,” he sneered, voice dripping with mock pity as two long fingers shoved inside you without any prep. “already dripping like a slut just because i got a little mad. pathetic.”
he curled his fingers viciously, hitting that spot over and over with brutal precision while his thumb rubbed your clit in fast, punishing circles. you moaned loudly, hips bucking, but he pressed his weight down harder, keeping you trapped.
“shut up,” he snapped when you cried out his name. “you don’t get to say my name nicely after talking about another guy. you’re mine. say it.”
when you hesitated for half a second, he pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy sharply, the sting making your eyes water. “i said say it.”
“i’m yours- satoru, fuck—”
“good girl.” but there was nothing sweet in the way he said it.
he freed his cock, long, thick, and already leaking, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep you saw stars.
no gentleness. no waiting for you to adjust. he just started fucking you like he hated you, hips snapping forward with punishing force, the couch creaking violently beneath you.
“too much?” he mocked, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“this is what you get for pissing me off. maybe next time you’ll think twice before opening that pretty little mouth.”
every thrust was ruthless, his cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside you. he was so deep it hurt in the best way, he leaned down and bit your shoulder, then your collarbone, leaving marks everywhere his mouth could reach.
tears pricked your eyes from the overwhelming intensity, but your body betrayed you, clenching around him desperately. satoru noticed and laughed.
“aww, you’re gonna cum already? even when i’m being this rough with you? disgusting.”
he angled his hips to hit that spot relentlessly, not slowing down for a second, when your orgasm hit you like a freight train, walls fluttering around his cock, he didn’t stop.
he fucked you straight through it, chasing his own release with selfish, punishing strokes until he buried himself deep and came hard, filling you with hot spurts while groaning lowly.
even after, he stayed inside you, hips giving a few lazy, mean little thrusts to push his cum deeper. he finally released your wrists and jaw, but his hand came up to pat your cheek almost condescendingly.
“next time you wanna play games, remember this,” he said, voice still edged with that cruel tone even as he brushed a tear from your cheek. “i can be a lot meaner, baby. Don’t test me again… unless you want me to break you next time.”
he stayed pressed against you, breathing heavy, the weight of his body a reminder of just how thoroughly he’d ruined you on that couch.
LOVE REMAINS
content
arranged marriage. romance. angst. slow burn. teacher!reader. incoming chapters18+.
summary
after the death of his wife, gojo satoru devoted himself to raising their young daughter while burying his grief beneath his duties as the strongest sorcerer. but as his declining focus on missions began drawing concern from the higher-ups, they urged him to give his daughter the stable family she deserved. the only person his daughter truly saw as a mother was her kindergarten teacher, you. with no promises of love, gojo proposes a marriage of convenience, you agree for the sake of his daughter, stepping into a home filled with lingering memories, quiet heartbreak, and a husband who keeps his heart at a distance. as the three of you begin living under one roof, what starts as a marriage built on responsibility slowly becomes something neither of you expected.
chapter
one.
love remains | chapter one
“this was never supposed to happen.”
the words slipped past your lips as you took another drag from the blunt between your fingers, a slow stream of smoke disappearing into the stillness of the penthouse.
you stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, your gaze fixed on the city below. countless lights flickered in the distance, softened by the fogged glass, while the silence behind you felt almost suffocating.
this wasn’t your home.
it was the home of the man you now called your husband.
Gojo Satoru.
if someone had told you six months ago that you’d end up married to the strongest sorcerer alive, you would’ve laughed in their face.
yet here you were, wearing a ring that had never been meant for you, living a life you never imagined.
because this… this was never supposed to happen.
SIX MONTHS EARLIER
the room was unusually quiet.
ancient wooden walls enclosed the meeting hall, the scent of incense lingering in the air as several members of the higher-ups sat in silence, stacks of mission reports spread across the low table before them.
one of the elders adjusted his glasses before sliding a folder toward the center.
“gojo satoru.”
no one responded. another elder opened the report, flipping through several pages.
“mission completion rate: one hundred percent.”
“he has yet to fail a single assignment.”
“so what’s the issue?” another asked.
“the issue.” the elder replied calmly “isn’t his strength.”
He placed another report on the table.
“civilian casualties during his last three missions.”
a second report followed. “late deployment.”
then another.
“refusal of overseas assignments.”
“and…” he paused. “…abandoning a debriefing before it concluded.”
the room fell silent. everyone knew gojo. the strongest sorcerer. a man who could clear an entire battlefield without breaking a sweat.
a man who once laughed in the face of danger.
yet these reports painted a different picture.
“he still completes every mission!” one elder argued.
“he does, but not like before.” another report was pushed forward.
“his fights are shorter, he no longer prolongs battles.”
“he avoids unnecessary conflict, he leaves the moment his responsibilities are fulfilled.” one elder folded his hands.
“at first, we believed it was maturity but after months of observation…”
“it isn’t, it’s distraction.” the room remained heavy with silence, a younger administrator hesitated before speaking.
“…his wife.” the elder nodded. “one year since her passing.” another sighed. “and the child, six years old.”
“he insists on raising her himself.” one elder let out a slow breath. “he is attempting to fulfill two roles, the strongest sorcerer… and a father.” another quietly added,
“no one can do both forever.” a long silence followed, finally, someone spoke. “has his daughter become… a weakness?” the question lingered. “no.” an elder shook his head.
“she is not his weakness, she is his reason.”
“and that,” he said, closing the report, “is precisely the problem.” the room understood.
satoru no longer fought only for the sake of jujutsu society, he fought because every mission carried the risk of leaving his daughter an orphan.
for the first time in years… gojo satoru was afraid to die. not because he feared death, because someone was waiting for him to come home.
one elder leaned back thoughtfully.
“then perhaps…the solution isn’t changing gojo. it’s changing his circumstances.”
then another voice spoke. “a remarriage.” the idea hung in the air. “would he even agree?”
“no.”
“not willingly.”
“he has never hidden the fact that he still mourns his wife.”
“which is exactly why,” the eldest among them murmured. “we cannot choose just anyone.”
…
the sliding doors parted with a quiet creak.
gojo stepped into the meeting hall with his hands tucked into the pockets of his uniform.
“so,” he drawled lazily, “which one of you geezers dragged me here this time?”
no one returned the joke, he clicked his tongue. “tough crowd.”
an elder gestured toward the cushion opposite them. “sit.” gojo remained standing.
“i’ve got ten minutes before i have to pick my daughter up.” the room fell silent.
One of the elders spoke first. “you’ve been declining overseas missions.”
“they interfere with my schedule.”
“you’ve arrived late to four deployments.”
“i still completed them.”
“you ignored orders during your last assignment.”
“there were civilians in the area.”
“and you abandoned your debriefing.” gojo shrugged.
“i had somewhere to be.”
“…your daughter’s school.” he didn’t answer.
another elder slid a stack of reports toward him.
“your performance has changed.” gojo glanced at the papers before looking away.
“my performance hasn’t changed.”
“it has.”
“you still win.”
“you still exorcise every curse.”
“but your focus is divided.” a long silence settled over the room, finally, gojo spoke.
“so that’s what this is about.” one elder folded his hands.
“you promised us.”
“you said your personal life would never interfere with your responsibilities.”
“and it hasn’t.”
“it has.”
“no.” his voice was calm, dangerously calm.
“i’m completing every mission.”
another elder leaned forward. “you refuse assignments that require extended travel.”
“my daughter comes first.”
“you leave immediately after missions.”
“my daughter comes first.”
“you’ve rejected every recommendation we’ve made.”
“my daughter—”
“comes first.”
the elder finished his sentence for him, the room grew quiet, gojo’s smile disappeared.
“…yes.”
“it does.”
“and it’ll continue to.” no one spoke for several moments, then the eldest elder sighed.
“no one is asking you to stop being her father.”
“then what exactly are you asking?”
“we’re asking you to stop trying to be everything.” gojo frowned.
“she lost her mother.” the elder’s words were measured. “and you lost your wife.”
“tou are grieving, gojo, you are raising a child, you are the strongest sorcerer alive.”
“no one can carry all three forever.” gojo let out a dry laugh. “i’ve managed just fine.”
“have you?” another report landed before him.
“civilian injuries.”
“delayed responses.”
“sleep deprivation.”
“your medical evaluations show chronic exhaustion.”
he didn’t even glance at the papers.
“im fine.”
“no.” the elder’s voice hardened.
“we called you here because we’ve reached a decision.”
his expression turned unreadable. “what decision?”
“you should remarry.”
…
the room became deathly silent.
for the first time since entering, gojo stopped smiling entirely.
“…come again?”
“your daughter deserves a stable household.”
“my household is stable.”
“she deserves a mother.”
“i didn’t ask for your opinion.”
one elder continued as though he hadn’t spoken.
“a partner would lessen your burden.”
“my burden?” gojo let out a humorless chuckle.
“you think replacing my wife fixes everything?”
“no one said replace.”
“but that’s exactly what you’re implying.”
his cursed energy began to seep into the room, subtle at first, then heavy enough to make the wooden floor groan beneath him.
“i buried my wife.” each word came slower than the last.
“i watched her die, and now you’re sitting here telling me to find another one?”
the air grew suffocating, even the elders shifted uneasily.
one finally spoke.
“no one is asking you to forget her.” gojo laughed, a short, bitter sound.
“really? because it sure sounds like you’re asking me to.”
“we’re asking you to think about your daughter.” that struck a nerve, his expression faltered for the briefest second, the eldest elder noticed.
“she’s lonely.”
gojo’s voice came out quieter. “…she has me.”
LOVE REMAINS
content
arranged marriage. romance. angst. slow burn. teacher!reader. incoming chapters18+.
summary
after the death of his wife, gojo satoru devoted himself to raising their young daughter while burying his grief beneath his duties as the strongest sorcerer. but as his declining focus on missions began drawing concern from the higher-ups, they urged him to give his daughter the stable family she deserved. the only person his daughter truly saw as a mother was her kindergarten teacher, you. with no promises of love, gojo proposes a marriage of convenience, you agree for the sake of his daughter, stepping into a home filled with lingering memories, quiet heartbreak, and a husband who keeps his heart at a distance. as the three of you begin living under one roof, what starts as a marriage built on responsibility slowly becomes something neither of you expected.
chapter
one.
little rant
sometimes i feel like im standing outside of everyone else’s life, watching it happen without ever really being part of it. i see my friends falling in love, building relationships, experiencing the kind of connection people always talk about.
but me, i have spent so much time protecting my peace that i have also built walls around myself. whenever someone genuinely likes me, i end up ghosting them, not because they’ve done anything wrong, but because being alone has become the place where i feel safest.
sometimes i wonder if i’ve become so good at protecting myself that i’ve also protected myself from the very things i’ve always wanted.
maybe i haven’t failed at love. maybe i’ve only become too familiar with distance. but there are days when i can’t help but wonder what my life would’ve looked like if, just once, i had let someone stay instead of convincing myself that i was better off alone.
i literally lost my wallet again what the fuck is going on with my life
ৎ instead of angst sex w/ nanami, how about sukuna instead?
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jokes aside, i wanna experience falling inlove again
Whatever. I can tell you're hot by how you write 😝
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satoru can be such a fucking freak in bed
especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.
every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.
his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.
the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.
and he just can’t help himself.
the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.
he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.
he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.
“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.
he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.
“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.
his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.
the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.
you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.
satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.
“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”
he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.
the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.
satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.
he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.
the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.
you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.
satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.