@songcurse asked: [ CONSUME ] Definitely after they're married. Gojo isn't getting her to agree otherwise.
despite utahime's insistence that she detested him (yes, even after they're married), she had quite the knack for spoiling him. satoru liked to think he was just that irresistibly convincing and that she was weak to his charms and cuteness deep down. in reality, her not wanting to hear his continued childish whining over whatever he asked for was the more likely scenario. getting her to agree to stuff in the bedroom was, surprisingly, not that hard. she expressed curiosity about what interested him, and although they'd started their relationship with her flustered and inexperienced, utahime was a quick learner. he knew she'd never admit it aloud, but she'd developed quite the appetite too.
her stipulation for his most recent request was this: he had to clean up whatever mess was made, and he had to buy whatever food items he wanted to include. the onus was on him, essentially.
eagerly, satoru stepped into their shared bedroom with his bag of treats in tow, pleased to see utahime seated on their bed with nothing but a thin silk robe covering her figure. her hair was down and brushed to the side, and she sat in a way that looked both inviting and sultry. he'd had enough sense, of course, to cover their bed with large beach towels so a mess wouldn't be left behind on the sheets or mattress. he could feel himself vibrating with desire. for all of their petty squabbles and the insults she so often hurled at him, her expression let him know that she adored him still, despite all the idiotic crap he pulled that stressed her out.
❝ look at you, ‘hime, looking all delicious by yourself. i might not even get the chance to eat any of this off of you if you keep lookin’ at me like that, ❞ he said, dropping the bag beside him onto the floor, near the end of the bed. he reached for her placed a hand on her waist, the other cupping her cheek to pull her up into a tender greeting kiss. she tasted sweet, like candied strawberries, and instantly he knew she'd put on that lip-gloss just for him. even the perfume and lotion she'd used smelled sweet, and he felt his heart swell because he knew despite her dislike for even the scent of sweet things, she disregarded that to do something sweet for him. oh, how lucky he was.
deft fingers pulled at the tie at the front of her robe, and it fell open to reveal nothing underneath. satoru groaned at that, gently pulling the material off of her shoulders to reveal her body to him. he looked at her in awe, the adoration in his eyes apparent as he smiled at her like she'd personally hung the sun, moon, and stars up in the sky. for him, she might as well have. every time he got a good look at her, it was as if it were his first time seeing her like this again. that was a tender moment, and it's something he didn't think would ever stop leaving him feeling winded.
❝ you're so beautiful. sometimes i still can't believe you agreed to be my princess, ❞ he said, and his words were sappy, but already his hands were roaming, settling on her breasts, which he gave a light squeeze. he'd be focusing on them a lot that day. he kissed her again, easing her to a laying position on their bed before he took out some of his supplies. he held a freshly washed bunch of strawberries, and a can of whipped cream. there was chocolate and caramel syrup bottles, too, but those were a little messy so he'd wait on those. with an eager grin, he popped the cap off of the whipped cream and sprayed some onto both of her nipples. he topped both with a strawberry, and as a last touch he sprayed a line from her jaw down to where the whipped cream on her breasts began.
he kissed and licked at the trail he'd just made, moaning against her skin, taking his time to savor the taste of the cream and her own signature sweetness. finally, he'd reached the main course on her chest and he plucked a strawberry off, licking the cream off as he maintained eye contact with her. he took a bite out of it, too, licking the excess juice of it off his lips. her brought it to her mouth, too, and smiled.
❝ c'mon, take a bite. it's just a strawberry, ❞ he grinned, pleased that she'd relented. his lips closed around her nipple then, licking the cream off of them with long, slow swipes of his tongue. he moved almost as though he were a cat grooming with how he'd licked relentlessly, even after all the cream was gone and he knew her nipple was growing sensitive.
❝ this would go so good with some milk. maybe i should get utahime pregnant so i can have some, huh? ❞ he sucked then, hard but not painfully so, as if he could get her to give him some through sheer force of will. it didn't work like that, sadly, but not without his lack of trying. he repeated the same attention to her other breast, his hand reaching up to flick his nail over the one he'd just laved with attention.
