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[saturngas]

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[saturngas]

❝ 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! ❞

❝ THEY TOOK YOU. SO SATORU GOJO DID THE ONLY REASONABLE THING — HE TOOK THEIR LIVES ! ❞

✧ pairing: gojo satoru x sorcerer!reader

✧ summary: satoru gojo rarely loses his cool. except when it comes to you. so when you get taken and found hurt, he takes matters into his own hands to find out who did it and make them pay.

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, canon compliant, feral gojo, acts of violence, reader gets kidnapped and attacked, gojo goes insane, gojo clan sucks, higher ups get asses best, yaga and Ijichi featured, dom!gojo, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, implied multiple rounds, swearing,

✧ w/c: 8,446

The worst mistake Satoru Gojo ever made that morning was to get out of bed.

If he had just stayed in bed that morning, turned his cellphone on silent, and basked in the warmth of the soft comforter you had picked out (even as you balked at the exorbitant price) and especially in the warmth of your embrace — the one place where it felt as if it was okay to be himself, just him.

And now it was just him.

Because you were gone.

When his phone rang that morning, your lips had been against his, indulging in a lazy morning tryst because for once, Satoru had been off duty — or he was supposed to be off duty. Your gaze had been the ones to stir him from sleep, as even in the embrace of sleep he couldn’t resist you or your adoring eyes — the very same he held more precious than his own.

“I didn’t even say anything, how did you wake up?” And his lips curl at your slight frown, his fingers brushing over the curve of your cheek.

“Thought my pretty wife was admiring my beauty while I slept so I had to wake up to the same,” and he’s leaning over to press lazy kisses along your jaw.

“Did you just call yourself beautiful?” You snort, and he grins, before falling into a playful pout.

“My own wife doesn’t think her husband’s beautiful?” And you’re rolling your eyes, before rolling over on top of him, your body only covered by the black t-shirt you had stolen from him last night, a small groan as he felt your very bare thighs brush against his boxers.

You were a goddess — your smile ethereal in the sunlight streaming in from the window as you leaned over him, and he was willing to worship all his life at your altar, if you would only give him a brush of your lips.

“Of course I think you’re beautiful, I’m the one always saying that anyway,” your lips brush his chastely, far too quick and teasing, “I was just imagining what Nanami would say if he heard that,”

“Oh? And what’s that, sweetheart?”

“He would say the size of your ego is becoming a threat to Earth’s atmosphere,” and Satoru raises an eyebrow.

“And my darling wife would disagree, right?” and you look away, biting back a smile, “eh? You’d let him say such heinous things about me?”

“It’s not heinous if it’s true—“ you gasp, and he’s flipped you on your back, pressing his lips to yours to swallow your words, along with your giggles, as you break free, “Toru! Ah—“ and he nibbles at your neck, “hey!”

“You have to pay for the consequences of your actions, baby, what kind of sensei would I be?” And you’re rolling your eyes.

“I’m not your student, ngh,” you’re gasping as his teeth sinks into your neck, “if anything, I’m the one reigning you in,”

“Well then,” he chuckled in his words, as his fingers trace your jaw, “I’ll have to show you how far your student has come then,” and his lips only brush yours, when his phone rings.

“Baby,” you sigh, and he’s glancing at the phone, a sigh on his lips, as he reaches for the phone, sneaking a glance at you, before he picks up.

You press sweet kisses to his chest as you hear the faint murmur of Yaga’s voice through the phone, hearing reports of the special grades they’ve been tracking, “Old man, this is the first day off I’ve taken off in so looooong,” and he holds the phone away from his ear until Yaga’s screams fade, “fine, fine, send Ijichi,” he hangs up while Yaga was still mid-yell, tossing his phone on the bedside table with a sigh, “sweetheart,”

“I know,” you cup his cheek, his lips in a pout not made for the strongest sorcerer, but for your Satoru, “I’ll be here when you come back — waiting very impatiently,” and he chuckles, his lips finding yours.

“How’d I get so lucky to have such an understanding wife?” And your lips curl.

“You annoyed her into falling in love,” and he gapes at you as you giggle, until he’s got you pinned underneath him yet again, “what? It’s true!”

“Then I’ll have to annoy you some more, just to make sure,” and he’s finding you in another kiss, until his devilish fingers run down your sides, beginning their assault on the spots that made you laugh the most.

You pulled your lips from his, squealing, “Nooooo! Satoru, stop!” you tried to push him off from tickling you, but he was the strongest for a reason—a reason you usually were very grateful for, but not right now. And finally he relented, as you gasped and chuckled still, lips in the most adorable pout, “you’ll pay for that,”

“Oh really? How’s that, wifey?” and you kiss his lips chastely, barely a brush, as you cross your arms, fighting back a smile.

“That’s the only goodbye kiss you get,” and he gasps, clutching his chest dramatically, before that smirk of his returns, “and you try to steal one and I’m making you sleep on the couch,” And he pouts, before you press a longer kiss to his lips, “you’re lucky I love you,”

Satoru grinned, “I know.”’

Yeah, he should have never gotten out of bed.

“Where is she?” For once, Satoru’s words were devoid of humor, the laughter and happiness sapped from his very essence the moment he had heard. The moment he had felt your cursed energy waver. All this time, Satoru’s eyes had been focused on the outline of your soul, no matter where he was, because you were always the one thing he wanted to come home to — that he needed to.

“I don’t know Satoru, that’s why I had called you,” Yaga runs his fingers through his hair, “goddamnit,” he swore, scrubbing a hand down his face, “the mission came from the higher ups, they wouldn’t give me the specifics, but they said it was confidential—“

“I don’t care for the details right now, do we know anything about where she is?” Satoru keeps his words carefully measured, muscles wound taut, the only thing keeping him from using blue to destroy Jujutsu Tech in one fell swoop was the thought of you, “did she tell you anything else—“

And Ijichi bursts in, brow furrowed, “Gojo, we have a lead.”

~~~

Was this how it would end?

You knew it was in your fate to die, eventually. A wretched cycle that all of you were forced to live. An endless baton pass that always ended with the last runner dying — nothing but a pile of corpses left behind and to look back on.

And it would almost be a relief, a blessing to finally be done — if it wasn’t for Satoru.

You knew he would blame himself for this. He always blamed himself. Blamed himself when he couldn’t beat Toji. Blamed himself when he couldn’t save Riko. Blamed himself when he couldn’t save Geto. Because he was the strongest, and that meant he should be able to solve everyone’s problems — do everything no one else can do, be everywhere at once, and never fail.

Never. And yet, that’s not what the sleepless nights he spent working told you. It only told you that jujutsu would take everything from him, if he let it, and he would let it, if only that meant he could do more good.

And he was so good. Even if he didn’t see it — you could almost feel the lingering warmth of his embrace this morning, the wide grin on his lips as he peppered kisses down your neck, and the soft gaze of blues made of affection just for you — you would always see it for him.

You don’t see the curse coming, your vision blurred from the last strike. The crack of your bones barely registers in your ears, the curse presses you into the wall, claws pressed to your throat, drawing blood to run down your neck.

“Now, now, we can’t kill her, at least not yet,” a voice calls out, “we were given strict orders to wait,”

The curse’s growl reverberated across your skin, a desperate growl deep in its chest, the string of control being pulled taut, as its black nails dig deeper into your side, until it dropped you onto the ground like a rag doll.

Your body ached only for moments before it was chased away by numbness. And you could only wonder if this was how they felt? Riko, Haibara, Geto, all the others you watched die — was this the pain they felt? The ache of muscles that they could no longer feel, the sticky wetness of blood that seeped from their unknowing bodies, and the cold thst crept up from the tips of your toes.

You wanted it to stop. You wanted to stop. But each time you felt the tug of the other side, you couldn’t let go. You couldn’t. Not when Satoru needed you.

Your eyes burn with tears. And you needed him.

~~~

“Where is she?” The same question was ringing in Satoru’s head over and over since he had heard.

Candle wicks trembled with fear, casting shadows on the wall that shivered in the presence of the man before them. The papered panels was all that stood between him and these old men — the very same that played with the lives of many day in and day out. It would be far too easy to kill them all — in fact, it would barely take any effort at all with his cursed technique.

But he wouldn’t allow them the warm embrace of an instant death.

“Such insolence — how dare you enter this place and speak—“

“You ought to be thanking me,” his power sparked in the glint of his eyes, the glow of the lit wicks catching in the hard blues, “for not bashing your skulls in and ripping your hearts from your chests from the moment I entered,”

A silence swept over the room, another voice speaking, “Gojo—“

“The next words out of your mouth better be an answer because I don’t want to ask again,” his voice fills the silence in the room, only broken by the sounds of the candles crackle, “where is she?”

“We cannot disclose where—“ there’s a loud crack, the splintering of wood and the wet squelch of flesh and blood, and a cold breeze swept through the room, the candles going out.

Satoru’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of his neck, forcing the broken floorboards digging into his wrinkled skin, “I said I want an answer, do you think I would think twice about killing any of you?”

There’s a pause and the silence is only filled by the sound of gore dripping down the paper screens and hitting the floor.

“The only reason I haven’t yet was there was no point to it — no meaning,” and he could see you this morning, his lips curled for you, a strangled choking noise leaving his throat as the pads of his fingers squeezed around his neck, “but now I have every reason to, so tell me before I lose my patience,”

A silence fills the room again, until one of them speaks, “Let him go, and we’ll tell you.”

~~~

“Who do you work for?” the words come out strangled, your fingers bunching up your soaked fabric and pressing it to the gash on your stomach, “why did you bring me here?” You force yourself not to give them the satisfaction of a flinch.

“Do you really think it would be that simple to get me to reveal the reason, jujutsu sorcerer?” you hear a distant laugh, “we have our reasons, isn’t that simple enough? Or rather—”

His footsteps clapped against the floor, your head wrenched upwards, as a small yelp escapes your lips, “does it matter when you’re going to die either way?”

And you grit your teeth, before spitting on his face, half blood, half saliva, “At least I don’t have to live a life as pathetic as yours,” his fingers squeeze at your chin, your jaw aching under his grasp.

“Pathetic?” He wipes his face with the sleeve of his shirt before, throwing you to the floor, body screaming in pain, but you refuse to show weakness, even as tears burn at your tear ducts, “And yet, I’m not the one bloodied and battered and two inches from death, bitch,” he scoffs, muttering, “I can see why they ordered us to kill you now, who would want someone like you around?”

“Now I’m listening, who gave you those orders?” Another voice says from behind him. The man freezes, while you lift your head, a small smile on your lips, “are you hard of hearing or just plain stupid? Well, I don’t really need to even ask that, do I?”

He was shrouded in shadow, but you didn’t need to see him to know it was him — especially as he tugged his blindfold down with two fingers, blue eyes devoid of any humor or joy, and instead only with hatred.

“Satoru Gojo,” the voice left the man’s lips slowly, but before he could react, the special grade curse that had held you was barreling towards him in a moment, before Satoru held it at bay with his infinity, the other curses following suit — how many did this curse user have in the room with him? Three? No more like five or six, but even so — you scoffed under your breath, it wouldn’t matter, “No, you idiots! Don’t—”

And in a moment, they are eviscerated — held back by his infinity, deep seeded growls and roars leaving their lips, “c’mon now, is this the best you can do? I was expecting more from those bold enough to take my wife, but I guess I expected too much,” he sighs, before he lifts one hand, “Cursed Technique Amplification, Blue,”

You barely can make out the screams from one another, the splatter of their essence raining down from above, until you hear footsteps rushing towards you, and you’re hauled to your feet, pressed against the cursed user, his hand around your neck.

“One more move, and I break her neck,” Satoru landed below with ease, his gaze raised until he met yours, and you saw it soften for you — a silent question of ‘are you okay?’ and your nod and a forced smile that told him you were okay enough.

“You can try,” his words were slow and measured, just as his steps towards you were, “but I don’t think you understand who you are dealing with,”

He tensed, fingers digging into your neck, “I know perfectly well who you are, Satoru Gojo, and I am not afraid to die by your hand for this,”

Satoru’s lips curled, “I wasn’t talking about me,”

The kidnapper’s eyes narrowed, “What?”

And you jabbed at his knee, the bone splintering under your force, but you barely hear the snap or his scream because of the blood roaring in your ears. You don’t spare a second before slamming your other hand into his head, nose breaking from your fist, blood splattering across your arm. You ready yourself for another move, before you felt him ripped away from you, a strong arm around you to steady you.

“It’s okay, I got you, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Satoru murmured, soft words meant to soothe you, as his body envelops your tense muscles, until you finally relax into his arms. Your eyes burned with tears, as you looked up at him, before your eyes slid to the kidnapper, Satoru’s hand around his throat.

“I knew you’d come for me, Toru,” you whispered, grasping onto the front of his jacket, “I knew you would,”

“I always will,” and his eyes turned to the man, voice even, “should I kill him once I’m done questioning him?”

You know he means it.

“I don’t know,” you reply, fingers curling as you pressed your face against his chest, “but I don’t want you to have blood on your hands, not for me,”

“It wouldn’t be for you. It would be for me,” he says softly, “but we can discuss it later,” and then others began to flood the scene, the sights and sounds feeling distant as your eyes drooped with exhaustion.

“Satoru, I’m—“ your voice broke, “I really tried—“

“Shh, you did great,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your head, as you finally succumbed to exhaustion, slumping over in his arms, “I’ll handle the rest.”

~~~

“You all must be wondering why I called this meeting,” Satoru said, standing at the head of the Gojo clan’s meeting room. It had been long since he had stood as the head, but far too short for his liking. He had discarded this part of his life as soon as he could, joining Jujutsu Tech without a second of hesitation, and continued to run the operations of his clan as an adult, behind the scenes.

But it seems he was too lax.

It had been a few weeks since the incident. You were asleep for a good day in and out while Shoko worked on you. She came out of your room, pulling off the surgical cap off her head, and Satoru got to his feet, as Shoko removed her gloves and mask, “She’s fine, Satoru,” and he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“How bad was it?” he asks, and she tilts her head, hands slipping into her pockets.

“Are you asking that to know how badly she was injured or so you can do worse to whoever did this?” Satoru shrugs, lips parting and she holds up a hand, “never mind, the less I know, the better,” she grabs your file and opens it, “most of her injuries related to cursed technique burn out — it seems whoever took her used curse spirits to attack her, she mentioned when she was conscious briefly that they didn’t control the curses, but they seemed to be able to work with them somehow,”

“More intelligent curses have been appearing since Yuji became Sukuna’s vessel,” Satoru murmured, but this wasn’t related to the asparagus special grade or volcano head. It was separate — it was personal.

“But all of this to take a first grade sorcerer, why?” and he shakes his head.

“It wasn’t for her — it was for me,” and that’s why they hadn’t killed you, “is she awake?”

Shoko sighed, “She should be waking up in a bit. She didn’t need much aside from some RCT treatment and stitches for the wounds she sustained,” she places a hand on his shoulder, “go see her, and try not to murder anyone until she wakes up,” she turns to leave, heels clicking.

“Wait,” Satoru stops her, and she pauses, “I need a favor.”

~~~

Satoru never liked hospitals. He hadn’t spent much time in them for actual injuries, because of his abilities. However, he spent far too much time inside medical facilities for the Gojo clan’s required medical check-ups. It was to ensure the future head’s health, he was told, but really, it was an excuse to make sure their cash cow would still give them milk.

Because that’s all he ever was — a pawn.

But he had long shed that role, tossed it from the board, when he had left for Jujutsu Tech. But even so, he lingered outside your room, some things still stuck. Especially when he had new memories — of seeing his comrades dead bodies laid on cold metal slabs.

And would you have been another if he hadn’t made it in time?

Satoru shakes his head of his thoughts, and opens the door. You were still asleep. Tucked into the hospital bed, you looked so small somehow, fragile — two things he never saw you as. How could he have? When you were the one on his first day to greet him and then slap him when he had something pretentious or childish (neither of you remembered but you had insisted it was one or the other).

And he had never let you go after that. But now…he couldn’t even hold you.

The sharp beeps of the machine monitoring your vitals, connected by the tubes and wires that ran all over your body. He reaches for his blindfold so he can look at you, really look at you, but he can’t. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digging into the soft of his palms,

But you were alive. You were alive. You were alive.

That’s what he had to tell himself as he drew closer to your side — no matter how you looked now, you were okay. And that’s what was most important.

“Are you going to brood by my bedside all day?” his gaze snaps to you, your eyes fluttering open still, still drooping and exhausted, but a soft smile on your lips, “Because hospitals are depressing enough, Toru,”

He chuckles, forcing his tears back and his voice to be event, “Sorry, sweetheart, I forgot to pull out the stops for you this time,” and his fingers find yours, lacing as they always did, but they felt so cold, “next time I’ll bring confetti, balloons, streamers, and I’ll serenade you even—”

You snort, “You may be the best at everything, but I know you’ll sing offkey on purpose just to piss off Shoko or anyone else that visits me,” and he laughs shakily, a sigh stuck in his throat.

He presses his forehead to yours, “I love you, so much, y’know that, yeah?”

“I love you too, so much, Toru,” you cup his cheeks, turning your head to press your lips to his hand, “thank you for saving me,”

“You saved yourself, I just cleaned up a little,” his lips find yours in a soft kiss, and your brow furrowed, “what? Are my kissing skills that bad?”

You roll your eyes, “No, but are you okay?” and he scoffs softly, shaking his head.

“You’re the one who got kidnapped and hurt, and you’re asking me if I’m—”

“Satoru, you asked me if you should murder that guy,” you tilted your head, “I know you’re not against killing if it’s necessary or deserved, but the way you said it, I got worried,”

“I’m fine, I just—” he cut off, “I just need to figure out who did this,” you squeeze his hand, “I have to,”

“Satoru—“

“I know you’re okay, but you don’t know how afraid I was that you wouldn’t be—“ he cuts off, “and it’s not just that,” his fingers curl around yours tighter, “it’s not just us we’ll have to worry about in the future. We’re already a family, but what will happen if someone targets you and our future kids?” He takes a shaky breath at the thought,

“I have to make an example.”

Your gaze grows sad, pressing a kiss to his lips, if only to ground him for a moment, “I know,” but you frown all the same, “but promise me, you won’t do anything stupid, ok?”

But he was far from stupid — but the people before him were as close as anyone could get.

“You all are aware of my wife’s attack a few weeks ago,” he said in measured words, swallowing the lump in his throat, “I’m here to tell you that she has succumbed to her wounds,” his voice wavered, breaking, “she’s gone,”

There were whispers and murmurs that swept over the room, all were silenced by the lift of a hand — one of the Gojo Clan elders, the geezer leader as he liked to call him.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Satoru,” he said, lips twisted in a fake frown, “we heard that your beloved wife passed from her injuries a week ago,”

“And yet, I see you’ve brought someone for me to meet,” his eyes slide to the woman dressed for a wedding rather than a meeting, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

The woman’s painted lips kept in a neutral expression, her body so rigid he could have mistaken her as a statue if not for his six eyes, and her eyes refused to meet his.

“Satoru, I understand you are mourning, but we have to think of the future of the Gojo clan, and our future place in the Jujutsu world is only as secure as the next heir—“

“And so you thought to disrespect my wife by trying to marry your choice?” but their brows furrow as he begins to laugh, one that sends shivers down their backs.

The elders all gape at him, sharing looks, before turning back to him as his laughter finally settles into a quiet chuckle, “Satoru, what is this?”

“It’s funny that you ever thought I’d fall for this bullshit,” he pulls off his sunglasses, cerulean eyes gleaming in the low light, “did you know my wife was never supposed to be sent on this mission? Or rather, there were no reports of cursed spirits in the area, but yet, orders came for her to report to where she was,”

A hush falls over the group, “And why are you telling us this?”

“Because I think you all have forgotten your place,” in a blink, he’s grasping the neck of the elder, the very same man who had taken him away from his parents at the age of two to ensure his training was done properly, “I am the strongest, not the Gojo clan. I’m the only Gojo needed for the clan to be prosperous,”

“You insolent child—“ Satoru squeezes around his neck, gasps and whimpers clawing their way out from his grip, veins bulging as he tried and failed to pull Satoru’s hands off. He had even let the old man penetrate his infinity and all he had managed was a scratch or two.

“You should be careful when you’re talking to the ‘child’ who has your life in his hands,” and he grows silent, “now, to get back to the point, where did those orders come from?”

A quiet washed over the room, the only sounds were the shaky gasps of the elder in his hand, “W-what are—“

“I had a chat with the higher ups — those rotten old geezers may not like me, but I know they like all their limbs intact,” he drops the elder and twists his arm behind his back, wrenching back until he heard a cracking noise, “and they told me the orders came from the Gojo clan, and I wondered why would my own clan send the wife of the head off to be executed,”

“Satoru—“ one of the elders spoke, and he tilted his head.

“If you want him to die, your excuses will only make this go faster,” and his mouth shuts, “I’ll take your silence as a confirmation that all of you had a hand in this,” he sighs, removing his sunglasses, running his fingers through his hair, “man, I’ve had conspiracies against me, but I never guessed you’d target the one person I value above everything else. But I knew you would fail her little test,”

He’s met with furrowed brows and gritted teeth, the elder looking up at him in fear, “W-what?”

“You see if I had it my way, I would have killed you all, no questions asked,” his fingers close over the top of his head, wrenching him backwards to meet his gaze, “But my wife, my very much alive wife,” he adds, with a glance to the woman looking increasingly faint with each second that passes, “she would want me to see if you’d come clean about the plan and whether some of you were innocent,” his lips curl, “but she doesn’t know the bloody history of the Gojo clan like we do,” and his fingers dig into the flesh of the elder, “so what’s a few more bloodstains?”

He tears off his head, screams ringing out as a rush of scarlet paints the walls, splattering across the other elders. The woman offered to be his wife rings over the others, her shrill shriek piercing their eardrums. It’s a dull thud as the lifeless corpse falls to the floor, as Satoru wiped the blood from his cheek, a cock of his head and eyes flashing with anger.

“You can’t do this! You—“ Satoru’s fist connects with his face, blood flooding his features.

“I can, because I’ve decided the Gojo clan needs to get rid of the tumors that infect it, and besides,” his body crumples to the floor as his foot slams into their stomach, a sick, wet noise that draws gasps and open mouthed silent screams from the others, “what are you going to do about it?”

“Please, please, she’s alive—” one of them begged, all of them falling to their knees, wrinkled faces contorted in fear, blown out eyes and faces wet with tears only making them more ugly than he thought was possible — he really couldn’t end up like these geezers, “we only wanted what was best—we wanted the next head of the clan to be even more powerful than you are—”

He laughs, not an ounce of mirth or levity, shivers running down the spines of the others who watched, as he stepped over the body of the elder, lips twisted into a wide grin, “And there’s your mistake,”

He loomed over the one who spoke, shadow cast over him, as his fingers curled around his arm, before breaking it off, spurts of blood splattering on his clothes, mixing with the other — some of it flecked across his face.

Satoru wiped his face with his forearm, tilting his head. He knew they were begging and pleading — lips moving, words forming, but it all fell on deaf ears. After all they had never bothered to listen to any sorcerer before, did they? Suguru’s face came to mind — flashes of the spring he would never get back — so why should he listen to theirs?

“You were too busy worrying about the next head, when you should’ve been worried about the current one.”

~~~~

You were asleep.

Moonlight gave way to your features in the pitch black room, your soft breaths warming his fingers that ran over your cheek. Shoko had discharged you yesterday, and he had brought you home — but even now with you home, he couldn’t sleep. It felt as if you’d disappear the moment he took his eyes off you, slipping from his grasp just as you almost did.

But you didn’t. You’re here.

It was the same words you had whispered to him every night when he had curled up beside you, “I’m not going anywhere, I’m here, aren’t I?”

But you could disappear.

You could if he wasn’t there with you — if he wasn’t fast enough. Because he couldn’t be everywhere at once, not even the strongest could accomplish that. But he wanted to keep you safe all the same. Would it be selfish to lock you up? Hide you away somewhere others could never find you? Keep you hidden if only to keep you safe.

But you never would be safe, not while you were with him.

“Toru?” Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, eyes fluttering open to meet his as your fingers reach for his cheek, “is that blood?”

And he’s pinned your hands in a blink of an eye, quickly and quietly, “it’s not mine,” his gaze glows in the dark, catching the moonlight streaming in, and he’s leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Toru, what happened?” And he kisses along your cheekbones, your jaw, your nose, your chin, “Satoru—“

“I killed them,” his fingers trace the folds of the satin robe he had helped you into, brushing against the bandages that hid your wounds from his sight, but he could see them all the same, “the people who did this,”

Your brow furrows, “Toru, what do you mean the people who—“

“Why do you stay with me?” He leans down to find your lips in a bruising kiss, lips sliding against yours as his fingers undo the knot of your robe, letting the fabric fall away from your bare body.

“What—“ his lips part from yours, strings of spit connecting your mouths.

“Why do you stay with me when I’m a monster?” and your eyes soften.

“You’re not—“ and he’s cutting you off with another kiss, as your hands struggle under his grip, the other grazing down your side, finding the swell of your hip only to squeeze.

“I’m the perfect weapon,” he kisses down the side of your neck, teeth grazing against your soft flesh harshly, drawing a gasp from your lips, “I could have killed them all, because I know they all knew—“

“Knew what?”

“My clan elders — they wanted to have you die on a mission, they wanted to stage it, so they could have me marry who they wanted,” he pauses, drawing a finger down the valley of your breasts, “create a perfect heir,”

“Satoru—“

He kisses you again, swallowing your words along with your thoughts, parting only to speak, “so I killed them, I didn’t use my cursed technique, I wanted them to feel the pain they gave you, wanted them to feel a fraction of what you did,”

You can’t find a second to speak, his fingers now sliding up your bare leg, as he presses himself closer, erection against your inner thigh, “Toru, you didn’t have to put yourself through that—“

“I wanted to,” he parts your thighs easily, large palm spread against your inner thigh, fingers toying with the edge of your panties, “wanted to tear them to shreds for what they did to you — and what they wanted to do—”

“I’m okay, Satoru, I’m—” a bitter laugh leaves his throat, as his fingers find your bandages again.

“Do you call coming home half dead okay now by jujutsu sorcerer standards?” he shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair, “I told you after Suguru that I would fix this rotten jujutsu world,” he presses kisses up your thigh, “and their deaths did fix one thing — no sorcerer will touch you or our future children again, especially when they speak to the woman the clan wanted to marry off to when your body wasn’t even cold yet,”

“You left her,” and he nods, eyes unable to meet yours.

“I only killed the elders I gathered, anyone else was spared — they didn’t dig their own graves,” his hand loosens around your wrists and you reach for his cheek, cupping his cheek, despite the blood, “I don’t regret it, I’d kill anyone who hurts you, but I didn’t want you to see me like this,”

“Like what?”

“Like a monster,” and you click your tongue, his eyes flitting to yours.

“You’re my Satoru, not a monster, you did what you did to protect me, protect our family,” you murmur, “that’s just about the most Satoru thing you could do,”

“But—“

“And if you are deemed a monster anyway?” You lean up, fingers smearing the blood against your own cheek, “then I’ll just become a monster with you,”

He crashes into you with a kiss, cupping your cheeks, as his tongue slips into your mouth, “can you really be a monster, sweetheart?”

He drags his lips down your neck, his teeth grazing your soft flesh along the hollow of your throat, “T-Toru—“ and his lips find the swell of your breasts, his tongue dragging over your pert nipple, while his fingers hook into the elastic of your panties, snapping it against your skin, “y’know I can be, I would be, for you,”

He peers up through half lidded eyelids, his thumb drags down your puffy bottom lip, “I can’t imagine someone so sweet like you as one,” he murmurs, as he pulls back, lips slick with spit, as he drags his fingers toying with the soaked fabric of your panties, “and I wouldn’t want to drag you down with me,”

Your fingers reach forward, propping yourself up on your other arm, “Drag me or not,” you cup his chin, “you’re stuck with me,”

“Can we make it a binding vow?” you roll your eyes, and his lips curl for the first time since he’s got here, “c’mon sweets, I have to get my reassurance somehow,”

You hold up the giant rock on your finger, the very diamond you had told Satoru was too much, “this wasn’t enough—” the last word is a bite back gasp, as he noses at the drenched crotch of your underwear, a deep inhale that has you squirming, “No, Toru—” but he’s pinned your thighs down, prying them open, as he gazes up at you.

“Uh-uh, princess, I don’t remember saying you could move, especially when you could reopen your wounds,” his nose bumps against your clothed clit, a wicked smile as he drags his tongue over the already wet fabric, “you still haven’t seen how much of a monster I can be.”

~~~

“Ngh, Toru, can’t, I can’t—” but you can — you know you can from the heat building in your sloppy cunt under already soaked through sheets, and he knows too well you can too, from the way your pussy flutters around his three fingers, knuckle deep as they piston in and out, while his mouth toys with your abused clit, “please—”

You lost track of how many times you had orgasmed — his fingers, his mouth, and sometimes both — he had pulled each one after the other, allowing small reprieves, only to bury himself back in. He had even had you ride his face at one point, and you were sure he’d suffocate under your drenched cunt, until he flipped you on your back again.

“Please what, sweets?” he slows his fingers, curling them a certain way that makes your lips fall open, “you’ll have to use your words,” he pulls back.

Chest heaving, chin glistening with your release, his tongue cleaned his lips off before he wiped the rest off, before pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs. And soon enough, his fingers were sinking back into your messy pussy, splitting you open with his thick fingers.

“Didn’t you say you wanted this, sweetheart?” his words cut through the wet squelch of his digits fucking you open, “wanted to drag you down with you, wanted this—” and he sucks hard at your clit, tongue flicking over it, making your back arch, “wanted me to drag you down with me,” and he punctuates it with a thrust of his fingers, brushing against a spot that has you seeing spots, “gotta make good on your promise, and I have to erase all the pain they gave you,”

And you barely manage to latch onto the desperation in his voice, the way the facade flickers.

He fucks you ever so slightly deeper, and you cum hard, tearing through you as your body tenses, pleasure washing over you as it did every single other time, melding into the others, “Good girl,” he murmurs, as he works his fingers through your orgasm, the slick noises becoming white noise, until he finally pulls the digits from inside you.

Your eyes flutter open to the sight of him licking his digits clean one by one of your cum, his lips curled in a soft smile as they meet your gaze, his hand sliding up your thigh gently as it quaked, the very same fingers he had used to murder the people that hurt you, were so gentle when it was you — he was always so gentle when it was you.

But never himself.

You reach up for him, palm cupping his cheek, while the other finds his bare shoulder — clothes long discarded, “I love you,” and the cracks spread, spider webbing from the epicenter, “you know that right?”

His words seem caught in the back of his throat, “Even now?”

“Especially now,” and he’s pressing you against the mattress again, your thighs folded against your chest, legs slung over his shoulders, “you saved me,”

His gaze softened, “you saved me first,” and again and again, he couldn’t count the number of times you did, by just existing, pressing a kiss to the side of your thigh, “but if I’m too late next time?”

“You can’t be everywhere,” your fingers lace with his, “and I just need you,” and still in this situation, his ego can inflate at your praise — nosing at your thigh, a deep inhale, before dragging his tongue up the side of your leg, “only you.”

He drags his weeping erection over your soaked folds, leaking tip teasing your slit while he watched his pre mix with yours, “Think you need more than just me,” and when he lets the tip sink into you, your lips part with his name, just as your walls part for him, “want something else, wifey?”

“You’re the worst,” you look up at him, lips curling despite your pout, your fingers grasping at the sheets under you, as your cunt tries to swallow him whole, “Toru, how long are you going to tease me for?”

And he’s pulling out only to draw a groan from your lips, “If you’re such a monster, thought you could take it—“ and your hand reaches for him, tugging him close by his neck.

“I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me right now—“

He grins, “If you insist,”

Fuck.

He sinks into you all at once, all too fast and all too slow, balls deep as he bottoms out inside you, your walls fluttering only to pull him deeper, “fuck,” your head falls back as his tip brushes against your cervix, “too fucking big, I swear if you rip my stitches open—”

“You don’t think I cleared this before I decided to do this, baby?” He grunts, glancing down to see how your messy hole stretched open as he sunk into you, “can’t believe anyone thought I’d fuck anyone but you — you’re the only one for me, sweetheart,”

You couldn’t help but notice his eyes flicker to your pussy stuffed full with his huge dick, “You talking to me or my cunt—“ and he begins to fuck you, remark undercut by the moan that he pulled from your lips, “f-fucker—“

“That’s exactly what you wanted, isn’t it sweetheart?” the lewd sounds of skin slapping together filled the room, his soft grunts and your moans, “wanted me to fuck you open, yeah?” and he wanted this, needed this after this week — it had been too long since he felt you under him like this — real and alive, his name leaving your swollen, kiss bitten lips.

And you needed it just the same — needed his fingers to dig into the softness of your thighs, needed the way only he could fill every inch of you, needed the soft murmurs of how good you felt, how much he loved you.

“Fuck, Toru, so fast,” you whine, but how could slow down he when you felt so good — so wet and warm, you had joked he could cum just looking at you alone barely a fist around his dick, but it was true — and being inside you just made him unravel completely, all sense of himself lost and drowning in just you, “hngh, it’s so deep,” you babble, tears burning at the corners of your eyes.

“That’s right, sweetheart, gonna fuck you deep, gotta make sure you feel it don’t I?” he coos, and his hand snakes between your thighs, pressing his palm to the bulge in your stomach, making you gasp as your walls clench around him, drawing a grunt from his lips, “that’s it, good girl,”

You keen at his praise, the wet squelch of your cunt around his cock ringing in your ears, balls slapping against your pussy with a rhythm that echoes in your head, as your body arches into him, needing him deeper, harder, faster. He’s nearly rutting into you, his thrusts growing shallow as you clamp down on him, achingly close.

“Those old fucking geezers don’t know what they were talking about—“ he grunts, running his mouth all the same even as he sunk impossibly fucking deeper, “don’t know this is the only cunt I’d ever breed. The only one I’d ever breed. The only one I can. Know why?” And you only can whimper, as his fingers rub against your clit, “because this is the only one made for my cum,”

And his words push you over the edge, cumming hard and fast, head lolling back, as his tip bullies your womb, as he fucks you hard over and over through your orgasm, sending pleasure ripping up your spine. Satoru groans as he feels you spasm, soaking in him in your juices, as he watches a white ring of your cum form around the base of his dick, dripping onto the clean sheets with the evidence of your arousal.

He can’t hold back.

He rails into you, a moan of your name falling past your lips making you pull him close, shifting your legs around his back just so he can sink into you even a centimeter deeper—

“Fuck, g’nna cum,” he’s meeting your glazed over eyes, knowing “gonna fill you up, yeah? Get you nice and round with my baby,” he groans at the thought, the image of you carrying his kid, stomach swollen as you grow his child, “and they’ll know, all of them, that you’re the only one I’d cum in,” and he’s so close, dick twitching as your arms around his neck tug him close.

“Cum in me, Toru, give me our baby,” and that’s it, he’s spilling inside you, spurting his hot release inside, again and again, as he fucks it deeper, filling you up.

“That’s it, take every drop,” he’s relentless, until he finally eases from you, his release trickling out. A soft sigh parts your lips that grows into a sharp gasp as he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach.

“Toru—” you whine.

“Aw did you think we were done sweetheart?” a pillow cushions your still bandaged stomach, placed underneath to support you, a shudder down your body as he rubs his cock against you, as he leans down, hot words murmured against your ear with a grin, before he sinks back into you with one thrust, stuffing his spilling cum back inside, “One thing about monsters are that we also have monstrous stamina.”

~~~

It was early, but Satoru was already awake.

He always had trouble sleeping, but now? His eyes found your sleeping form beside him, under the covers and safe, just as he had left you that morning. He didn’t know if he’d ever sleep more than three hours now. He brushed the back of his knuckles over your cheek, but you needed sleep — one of three things you never could live without (food and himself being the other two). And you definitely needed it now, after he had kept you up — nearly all night.

You shifted in your sleep, revealing several blooming hickies and love bites he had littered your body with, lips curling at the sight, as he pulled the blanket back up around you.

He was selfish — he should have divorced you the moment he had gotten you back. Let you leave because it was the right thing to do — to let you live a life safe without him. But he couldn’t — because he couldn’t imagine waking another morning, spending another day without knowing where you were, how you were doing.

It was selfish. But you let him be — especially when it came to you.

And his phone vibrates on the nightstand, whirring again and again, as he picks it up with a sigh, Yaga’s name flashing on the display. He takes one last glance at you before slipping from bed, stepping into the living room.

“Sensei! To what—“ he hardly gets a word out before screams fill his ears. He rubs his chin, it was too early for this.

He makes out the words — Gojo clan, dead, scandal, murder (wasn’t sure if he meant if he was going to murder Gojo or he meant what happened to the elders).

“It was a clan dispute, there was no need to tell you,”

Satoru held the phone away from his ear, Yaga’s yelling told him everything he needed to know, “Yeah, yeah, I know, the higher ups know — or they probably do by now,” he almost chuckles at the thought, and how he would love to do the same to them — knuckles white as he grips his phone — love to make them feel the same pain the sorcerers cared nothing for felt, make them—

Arms curl around him from behind and he knows it’s you, his body relaxing into your touch with practiced ease, your face buried in his back. His fingers relax, finding yours, tracing over the back, as he lifts one hand to his lips.

—But it wasn’t the time for that.

“Fine, fine, no need to have a heart attack, old man — I’ll talk to them tomorrow,” Yaga was still speaking until Satoru hung up, turning to face yoy, your eyes half closed as his fingers found your cheek, “what are you doing awake, sweets?”

His lips curl as you lean into his touch, “you weren’t next to me when I woke up,” you murmur, nose brushing against his fingers as your eyes flutter open and closed, “how am I supposed to sleep when my pretty husband isn’t next to me?”

“Just pretty?” and you snort, as his arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you to his chest, your head right over his heart, a content sigh on your lips.

“Are you ever serious?”

“Always,” and you smile up at him, chin resting against him, “what is it? Do I got something on my face?”

“You think our baby will have your pretty face?” You hum, and his gaze softens at the thought, “I hope so,”

He grins, “You do huh? And here I thought my ego didn’t need more stroking,”

“It doesn’t, but my husband deserves every bit of praise he gets — because he doesn’t get enough,” you kiss him softly, nose bumping against his.

“You planning on showering me with your praise, sweetheart?” And your lips finds his again.

“Always,” and he’s leading you back towards the bedroom, “where are you—“ you squeal as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you back to bed, gently placing you down, a grin on his lips.

He drags his thumb down your kiss ruined lips, “Do you think I’m gonna let you leave this bed without breeding you right?” He clicks his tongue, “I’m far from done with you, wifey,”

You’re so beautiful, hair spread on the pillow like a halo, “So we’re not leaving until I’m pregnant?” Your fingers brush against his cheek, “we might be here a while,”

Satoru wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

He kisses you again, long and languid, “There’s nothing I want more than to stay in bed with you.”

✧ a/n: sorry i've been gone for a bit!! i got super busy with work and got hella writer's block and right when i was feeling ready to write-- i got sick. but i'm doing much better now!!

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heyyy guys so tomorrow im back to school 😭😭 however I don’t want to stop posting completely so I’ll probably have some kind of schedule. I’ll let you guys know 🩷🩷

[saturngas]

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[saturngas]

gallery full of you

[🪐] scenarios of gojo's developing obsession of taking pictures of you after a heated session.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

genre: smut

warnings: established relationship; big cock gojo; size kink; lewd usage of the phone camera; creampie; breeding kink; p in v; blowjob; my attempt at dirty talk;

word count: 3.2k

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someone's digital gallery was part of their privacy. some people don’t mind showing off their gallery, as they claim they have nothing to hide or be ashamed of. some other people do mind and prefer to even have a password lock to open the gallery app.

some people, like satoru gojo, simply don’t care. if it were up to him, he would exhibit his gallery in a museum, which would be named after you of course, because that's all his gallery is full of. 

hundreds of pictures of his beloved girlfriend, dozens of pictures of his precious of students, and just a couple of pictures of his old friends. 

you were the star in the majority of them. from the early stages of your relationship, to a photo he took just the night before of you in his sweatshirt. 

satoru loved taking pictures of everything around him: a beautifully made strawberry milkshake, you in a new dress, a bee pollinating a flower, a beaten up megumi, yuji with snort coming off his nose, you in your worst angles, a sleeping nanami with a piece of cheese on his forehead. 

many of them were innocent, safe to work, sinless. but the hidden album sitting at the bottom of his gallery app said otherwise. 

numerous pictures, videos, live photos of you in such lewd situations were adorning such obscene album. your face being the cover of most photos, however your shiny skin would also be in repeated media. 

he certainly had developed a habit of taking pictures of you before, during, and after sexy times. your fucked up face making his softening cock stand back up. he loved it. and you loved the attention he gave you. 

and oh how much he would abuse of such dirty album when you were away. either your boyfriend was in a mission overseas or you were out of town, he would often feel alone, his fist running down his sculpted abs while his long fingers danced around the screen, finding a photo or video to jerk off to. 

it had started as an innocent picture taken after one of your first make out sessions. your tall boyfriend wanted to capture the moment forever, engraving it infinitely in the memory of his phone. 

you two were sitting on the couch, both your legs on top of satoru's lap while your arms surrounded his neck, short nails caressing his baby hairs. 

two pairs of blue eyes looked at you with such love and devotion you were feeling your face heat up even more. you noticed the smeared lipstick on your boyfriend's flush lips and you giggled. 

"what's so funny, princess?" he smirked. 

"mmh, nothing, prince charm," you returned the smirk while tucking a few strands of white hair behind his red ear. "it's just my lipstick that's all over your face."

"oh?" satoru dramatically faked a gasp. "are you sure it's yours, sweet cheeks? mmm, could be mine, I use cherry flavored," he joked while taking one of his hands off your waist and stroking his thick thumb over your lips, ruining the little rest of your remaining lipstick. 

"toru stooop," another giggle escaped your mouth while you pushed his larger hand away. you grabbed the glossy lipstick from the table and applied it on, using satoru's black glasses to see your reflection. 

as soon as you finished, your mouth went flying to your boyfriend's face, loud kisses pressing on his rosy cheeks and corners of his lips. the tall man couldn't help but letting out a fit of boyish snickers while tightening his grip on your waist. 

his mouth would chase after yours before you would kiss another area of his pretty face, leaving no place untouched. until your lips finally landed on his.

colored lips painting smeared ones. you would swallow the agitated moans from your boyfriend, who couldn't stop his hands from roaming through your entire upper body and legs. wet sounds coming from your twirling tongues and spit-coated lips touching each other. 

satoru's mouth opened slightly, giving you space to explore his wet cavity with your muscle, the position you were in helping you hold onto his face to let your tongue work. 

after exchanging such quantities of saliva, you finally pulled away as satoru's whines filled your ears. 

"that was so hot, muffin' cake... got my dick all hard," he panted and you blew him a kiss while caressing his pretty face. you wanted to eat him. 

"you look pretty with my lipstick all around your face, toru," you placed a small smooch on the tip of his nose. 

your boyfriend could only grin wider as his hand went flying to his packet to grab his phone, opening the camera app to see himself on the screen. 

his usually wan skin was all pink. pale pink from his overspreading blush and a glittering magenta pink from your lip gloss. 

he couldn't help but snap a picture of himself and then two more of you in frame. one with you jutting out your kiss bitten lips while grabbing his chin. the other from a high angle where your entire bodies were displayed, his other hand grabbing firmly your waist while your arms were again around his neck, a big smile on both of your flushed faces. 

as your walls were clenching around satoru’s aching cock, the only thing on his mind was how good you made him feel. your warm face displayed on his view as you sat below him, your body moving at the rhythm of his hammering thrusts. 

"ah ah ah, toru," you panted while repeating his name like a mantra. the filthy aroma coming from the drying cum on your inner thighs filled your nostrils. satoru had already came on you once, and he was going big with a second one and probably a third one. 

"yeah, yeah... you take it, baby, c'mon, I know you can take another one," you could only tighten your grip around his length at his words, making him crunch his face cutely and moan loudly. 

you grabbed his biceps in a hurting hold when he increased his speed, pounding and beating your poor pussy, as if making sure his cock went all the way up your lungs. his mushroom tip caressing deliciously your cervix, his throbbing veins kissing your overly sensitive inner walls, the perfect curve of his lengthy cock molding your vagina in a way that made you wheeze. 

a pair of big hands grasped your waist tightly to kept you from moving so violently from his brutal pace. you enclosed your legs around satoru's narrow waist, although you could barely keep them up from the heavenly pleasure and the heat forming at your core. 

greedy pussy tensing impossibly snug around inches of delicious cock once you let your orgasm take over you. satoru let out one of the filthiest moans you had ever heard as you pussy claimed him. his full balls thudding against your ass cheeks, ready to expulse the cum inside you. 

"c'mon baby, give it to me, come inside me," you breathlessly pleaded as your hands moved to his nape, taking him closer to your face. "cum for me, my pretty boy," you kissed his rosy nose. 

satoru cried out loud as he felt his knot untie, becoming abruptly stiff to let his creamy liquid fill you again. your hands held his cheeks, his long white lashes touched his hot cheeks while his pretty lips kept letting out whines and small gasps. his long eyebrows furrowed at the luscious bliss he was feeling. satoru had such a beautiful orgasm face. 

as he came down, he started moving slowly, pushing his cum inside you even more. 

"oh baby cakes, that was so good..." he kept writhing slightly on top of you, trying not to collapse completely on you. "I love you so much."

you kissed lovingly his nose again and then pecked his lips. "I love you too, toru." 

once the big man above you deigned to sit up and take his softening dick off you, he eyed the sinful scene in front of him. your pussy hole was stretched out from his unkind girth, though it was mostly covered and spilling out his loads of his creamy sauce. your bruised lips painted in white and your inner thighs masked with love bites and marks from his previous foreplay. 

"look at you, sugar plum," satoru's ghost touch danced around your thighs and near your crotch, finally placing his large hand on your belly as he grabbed his phone. "I need to capture this moment, I don't know when I'll be able to see you like this again."

"you say it as if we didn't have sex like three times a week," you deadpanned as one of your hands went to your leg to keep it from slightly trembling after such intense session. your other hand intertwined itself with satoru's one laying on your belly. 

"may I?" his blue eyes pleaded as he raised his phone, showing you the camera app icon. you nodded a bit sheepishly. this was a new little fixation your boyfriend was developing so you weren't used to it yet. "thank you, baby. you look incredibly good."

even though you averted your gaze, the flickering flashlight made you crook your neck, seeing your unduly excited boyfriend taking multiple photos from different angles, moving your legs to get a better shot and even placing the tip of his hardening cock at your entrance. 

another picture of his favorites resembled the moment you gave him one of the craziest and sloppiest heads you have given him. 

it had been a day you were feeling hot the moment you rose from bed, probably due to some ovulation occurring inside your body. or perhaps it was the pretty face and angel eyes of your boyfriend on your wallpaper that made you agitated. 

either way, you assaulted your boyfriend the moment he walked in your shared apartment, approaching him with a sly smirk and wondering hands that went straight to his fat tits and sculpted abs. your lips enveloped his in a heated make up session, your hands unable to leave his body and his hands gripping your waist and hips, gripping your ass furiously. 

you swayed your hips along his until he was pushed onto the couch, manspreading automatically, making his lap deadly inviting. 

“feeling eager, aren’t we?” he grinned coyly while you made your way between his muscular thighs, your hands dancing through his lap. his larger hands moved anxiously as they removed his uniform jacket and the expensive undershirt, leaving his burly upper body exposed to the chilly inside breeze, rosy nipples perking up. 

“sorry baby, you just look so… delicious right now,” you mumbled between agitated breaths as your lips left open kisses on his abs, slender fingers playing with the waistband of his pants. 

“don’t ever apologize for something like this, cookie pie,” satoru’s hands played with your hair; messy locks falling on your face were rapidly pulled out by his thick digits. 

you giggled softly at his sudden aroused state, your voice making the hardening length beneath you twitch. it jumped so violently that it tickled your collarbone, as you were still focused on his abdomen, your chest was met with his hot crotch. 

“princess…” satoru moaned softly as one of your fingers played with his hard nipple, your lips trailing down his happy trail. “you can’t make me this hot the moment i come home and do too much foreplay,” he wanted to shove your pretty face down his dick already, stretching the muscles around your lips. 

a smirk locked itself on your face at his words. your hands finally daring to lower his pants along with his underwear. satoru lifted his hips to help you. and just like that, his pretty enlarged cock sprung out almost hitting your face. 

the moment your hand gripped the base, satoru let out a long satisfying sigh, his hands lightly encouraging you to get closer to his length. 

you started pumping his cock up and down, smearing his pre-cum on his head down the length of his cock. your mouth salivated at the sight of the pretty cock in front of you, several inches of thick meat, a red needy head, and two pair of heavy balls. they all were waiting for your warm tongue to embrace them. 

the more you jerked him off, the more liquid exited his mushroom head. to add more natural lubricant and make it easier to fist his cock, you spit on it. viscous blob glittered satoru’s length all the way down his full balls. 

eager hand pumping him and tugging occasionally at his tip, drawing loud moans and whines from satoru. once your lips kissed his red tip, large hands nudged you into his cock, feeling a stinging sensation in your lip corners from the heavy stretch of his thick member. 

“oh yeah… yeah… huff, just like that…” you could hear your boyfriend’s pants once your head started moving, recreating the same rhythm of your hand. bobbing your head up and down, letting his tip caress the deep of your throat, relaxing your muscles so it could reach deeper. satoru had such a long dick that was always a challenge to suck, though it was delicious. 

“i love your mouth so much… it feels so warm, you are so perfect for my cock…” he cursed under his breath as you hummed, vibrations causing his cock to shoot various amounts of pre-cum, which went straight down your esophagus. “yeah just like that schnookums,suck my soul off.” 

you hollowed your cheeks to apply pressure to his thick cock, sucking him while using one of your hands to pump the inches your mouth couldn’t reach. your other hand massaged his balls, which were damp with your spit and his pre-cum. the pubic hairs belonging to his sexy happy trail were wet just as much. 

“baby, baby, baby,” satoru huffed repeatedly as his massive hands tugged at your hair, one of them cupping your chin. that was the signal that your boyfriend was nearing to his release. 

however just as you were about to focus solely on his thick sensitive head, a flash blinded you for a second. your eyes looking up at satoru grinning widely between heavy breaths, his phone held high in his hand. 

“smile for the camera, princess, you look incredibly gorgeous with my cock in your mouth,” another flash on your face as satoru took a live picture, which also captured the intense release of cum spilling from his tip. a groan escaped his rosy lips as the palm on your cheek urged your mouth to open wider to take his cream. your hand stroking him tightly to extract the remaining droplets of cum. 

satoru cursed breathlessly as his thumb unconsciously kept pressing the button, snapping pictures of your mouth full of his white liquid, lips just as white. 

countless of pictures of your ass and tits adorned satoru's hidden album. they were his favorite to take, positioning his phone camera in a certain angle to make your ass and his cock stand out. most of the tits pics on his gallery were initially sent from you to him, saving them immediately to his device and going straight to his hidden album. 

it had become an habit for satoru to yank out his phone when he was pounding you from behind, your ass glowing from the constant sweat. 

massive palms holding your hips firmly as he was hypnotized by the sizable stretch of your pussy, fat cock disappearing into a pair of swollen lips. your arms were aching from holding your upper body, opting better to give up and plump over the expensive sheets. 

"what happened, muffin? already feeling tired?" you heard the teasing voice of your boyfriend from behind, the raspy sounds going straight to your core where your orgasm was building. "if i remember correctly, you were the one claiming for going for multiple rounds," he panted as his thrusts were becoming a bit erratic. 

the side of your face was glued to the mattress, as your spine arched even more at the pressure of his mushroom head hitting your sweet spots. whines and incoherent mumbling could only leave your mouth. 

one of his large hands began messaging your bum, squeezing at the fat of your hips, as it continued its way down your bent back, caressing your hot skin. his long fingers tracing the curve of your waist and rubbing the underside of your boob. 

you weren't quite sure what it was, but the coil holding up your release unraveled at the soft feelings of satoru's big hands on your back. your own hands snugly gripped the sheets underneath you as you came, kiss bitten lips agape, and eyes tightly shut. 

"ohh baby..." the tall man choke at the tightening of your walls around his enlarged cock, crushing his throbbing length. "fuck you are so goddamn tight..." he struggled to breathe as his oxygen-deprived brain filled with endorphins, wishing nothing more than to live this moment over and over again. your own moans and mewls claiming his consciousness. 

just as he used all six eyes to scan the messy room, his gaze landed on his phone laying on the night stand. the hand stroking your spine sprinted to grab his phone. you watched him through lidded eyes as he strove to open his camera app, fingers moving anxiously as mind-blowing pleasure took control of his muscles. 

rapture was threatening to break him apart, hard cock hammering your puffy pussy, small gasps leaving your mouth at each thrust. 

the clicking sound coming from satoru's phone buzzed distorted, you were certain you were at the verge of passing out from the overstimulation from the slamming. 

satoru was about to take the fifth picture of your ass eating up his cock as he felt his belly whorl, hips becoming rigid as his balls tightened, hard cock resenting the blasting pressure of his release. a loud moan coming from your boyfriend rushed to your ears as you felt his warm creamy liquid paint your insides.

after gaining composure from such luscious discharge, satoru kept snaping pictures of your ass, especially taking a series of continuous pictures of him withdrawing his big cock. white creaming his cock as viscous leakage oozed off your stretched hole. 

"these pictures are going straight to the fav album," satoru cursed under his breath. once he was fully out of you, your limp body collapsed over the bed. his strong arms twirled you around, raising chest now facing the ceiling. you were so fucked out, about to lose consciousness and allow serenity flow over your dilated veins. 

"fuck sugarplum, you look heavenly," satoru said softly, his fingers clicking once more on the snap button. "thank you so much for allowing me to capture this moment forever, im simply a lamb next to you, goddess..."

your sprawled body, nipples hardened due to the chill air, belly full of satoru's cum, white-painted leaking pussy, and your cock-drunk face made such perfect wallpaper in satoru's mind, he couldn't waste this opportunity to snap a few more pictures of you. 

after all, his gallery was actually yours, since your body and face occupied most of it. 

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[saturngas]

his kisses

imagine the evolution of your kisses with satoru. the first kiss you shared, he was almost pissing his pants, cheeks red from both excitement and nervousness. you were the epitome of perfection in his eyes, so he couldn’t just believe your hearts agreed to be in sync. the first kiss was more of just a peck, a small peck that felt almost like sex for satoru. his touch ghosted over your lips. it made him want more.

the second kiss was more certain and fearless. it was longer and your lips met each other’s a lot more, almost parting to leave your mouths exposed to the other’s. satoru was confident enough to grab your waist. and just as it ended, your gaze locked with satoru’s, his bright azure eyes as mesmerizing as ever, wanting more kisses with him

your kisses were progressing along your relationship with the sweet boy, growing more intense to the point where you both would end up breathless. satoru’s hands were becoming more shameless and clingier, grabbing you in a strong hold to draw your lips nearer to his.

his big hands grip your face when your kisses exclaim love, letting the other know how much admiration and respect there is for the other. slow and very long kisses that often come before satoru leaves for a mission. it’s a better and more loving way to wish him a safe trip.

kisses while holding tightly and squeezing your hips were the precursor of most of your sexual activities. though satoru’s touches sometimes begin with his hands grasping your waist, they rapidly caress their way down your hips, grinding your crotch to his, preparing you for what’s to come.

when his hands grab your waist, his kisses are messy, eager, intense, yet tender. they happen when satoru feels super clingy, claiming you as he presses your body against his larger form. these kisses are his preferred to display at public since they aren’t as private as the other two. it’s a common sight to see satoru having a strong hold on your waist. it was mainly to have you close to him, preferably under the secure confines of his infinity, but also to have a quick access to your lips. he just needs twist your body with little force, and both your chests are pressed together while his lips enthusiastically reach for you.

satoru never gets tired of kissing you. even though your first kiss was more of a peck, you know wake up from his kisses and go to sleep after a long, passionate kiss. your lips remind them daily of the infinite love you have for him, and he can’t see himself without your dear touch.

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[saturngas]

Interrupted – Gojo Satoru

➺ synopsis: you and your husband, Gojo, were spending some time together until he got an urgent call for work. will he make it up to you once he arrives back home?

➺ character: Gojo Satoru

➺ word count: 6.9k

➺ cw: married couple, femreader, sweet pet names (cause Gojo is soso cutie) lots and lots of teasing (like always) fluffy, so much loving, shower scene, nipple play breeding, smut, nsfw, aftercare crumbs, did i mention lots of loving? (there's lots!) ^^

➺ note: i can't get enough of my blue-eyed king so here's another little post about him, enjoy!

It was times like these that you relished the most. Your fingers tangled up in his silky white hair, his blue eyes that mimicked the crashing waves of a blue ocean, rolling over your body, drinking you whole.

Your husband, Satoru, marveling at your body, seeing right through your soul. His hands caressed the innate curves of your tempered body, having your figure well memorized under his avaricious and gentle touch, yet he still couldn’t seem to get enough of you. No matter how many times he held you close, no matter how many times he had you wrapped in his arms, snuggled in his chest. No matter how many times he inhaled your intoxicating scent, the inebriated state it left him in never seemed to ebb.

He purred against your intricate touch like a loving kitten would, his hand stroking your waist as you toyed with his hair, brushing the stray tufts behind his ear. His eyelids were heavy, carrying the weight of his equilibrium, but the lubricious gaze in his cerulean eyes remained as vibrant as ever, glistening as the stars would under a new moon.

You two lay side by side, simply gazing at your husband as you two engaged in conversation with one another, sometimes getting sidetracked by your infatuation for one another.

He grabbed your hand that stroked at his hair, and he began kissing each of your knuckles, peppering his soft lips above your skin, tracing them over your hands, drinking you up, as he typically did.

“I miss spending this kind of time with you, Toru.” You whispered, watching the way he kissed at your limb.

He hummed, and the vibrations of his gruff voice ricocheted throughout your body, sending waves of a tempestuous storm in your raging heart, adorned in his love and touch.

“I miss it too,” his voice was like honey against your skin, sweet and smooth, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with work, I need to pay more attention to my gorgeous wife, don’t I?” He teased you, reeling you into his figure, gently pelting your face and jaw with kisses.

You couldn’t help but giggle, flustered by his immense attention. “You pay attention to me, it’s just I want more moments like these.” You expressed, accepting his kisses and attention despite how flushed they made you. “I know you get busy, especially with missions, I know how important they are.”

He trailed his lips down your arm now, simply attacking you with his incessant love. “I bet you didn’t think marrying me would also mean you have to deal with my work, right?” He said, now caressing his cheek against the soft skin on your arm.

You watched him, blushing. “When we were boyfriend and girlfriend I was already aware of how busy you were. I figured that getting married wouldn’t push back any responsibilities you have… but that doesn’t mean I regret marrying you, I love calling you my husband.”

He smiled lovingly, staring into your eyes with his blinding blue irises. “You remember our wedding day?”

You chuckled. “How could I forget the day we got married, Satoru?”

It was a very intimate wedding, and considering Gojo had no family, not very many people were invited besides close friends and your family– the very few people that both you and Gojo handpicked by yourselves, sending out your invitations together.

It was a day you would never allow yourself to forget, or grow cavalier to. You stored that sweet memory deep in your soul, it was etched in your heart, locked away for safekeeping, only to be opened upon recollection.

Satoru fell into a pool of sweet memories, appreciating you with his eyes and hands. “It was the best day of my life. I don’t think you understand how happy I am to call you my wife.” He carefully adjusted himself, hovering above you.

You lay flat beneath him, your hands intrinsically reaching up to his nape, massaging his broad shoulders under your delicate fingers, your foot rubbing against his bare leg, tangled up in each other.

He smiled at your affection, leaning down to kiss at your jawline again. “What did you love most about that day?” Satoru questioned as he continued to leave a trail of kisses down your neck.

You hummed, closing your eyes as he focused his attention all on you and your body. “What I loved most about our wedding?” You reflected, to which he murmured in response, still kissing your neck with sweet sounds that parroted off the walls. “Hm, when I said I do~” You tease, kissing his cheek.

He chuckled, and his cheeks slightly reddened before he composed himself adeptly. “Wanna know my favoirte part of the wedding?”

You nodded.

“When we cut the cake together.” He shared with a blissful smile.

You laughed at his revelation. “Of course, you picked the cake out yourself, and you’re a fiend for sweets.”

“Well, yes,” he mumbled, stroking your long hair behind your ear, “but, that’s not why it was my favorite part. It was my favorite because I couldn’t help but just smile at you. Your cute hand over mine as we cut into the cake, it hit me then that I realized we were going to be together for the rest of our lives.”

You recalled that moment perfectly. “That moment was caught on camera, I remember that.” You grinned, remembering the photo of you and your husband cutting into the cake.

While your eyes were focused on the camera, smiling big, your husband had his sights set on you with an ebullient smile tugging on his lips, his beautiful blue eyes washed in adoration.

He kissed your neck once more. “Well, that’s my favorite moment. Besides the night we spent together after~” He winked, teasing you.

You laughed, blushing red at the thought of your wedding night.

He began to trace his lips over your collarbone, slow and sensual against your skin, prompting chills throughout your body. “Wanna recreate that night together, sweetheart?” Satoru entreated, his voice silky smooth.

You blushed. “N-now?” You whispered.

He chuckled. “Yeah. Now.” His hand caressed your side. “Is my little wife nervous?” Satoru teased you with a playful smirk tugging on his lips.

“Yes.” You blatantly reveal, to which he laughed at.

He kissed your forehead. “You’re so easily riled up, huh? Still getting nervous for your husband, hm?”

You had been together for seven years, married for two, and you still got so apprehensive at the thought of sharing intimate moments with Satoru. Which, he adored. To him, it meant that your love for him was humming as chirping birds, still burgeoning and festering just like how it once was when you two first began dating.

You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of his lips and tongue against your jawline, knowing exactly what to do to get your body warm, his hands trailing your curves, ravenous for more of you.

His hunger for you was insatiable, years could go by, and he would still thirst for your love.

You hummed in pleasure when he nipped at your skin.

“You like when I do that, don’t you, my love?” His voice was but a mere susurration that whisked against your hot flesh.

You nodded, tracing your arms over his biceps, grabbing onto his muscles.

He smirked, reaching up to your ear to kiss your lobe. “I love watching you melt under me, you’re so gorgeous, my wife.” He whispered in your ear, making you blush.

“Satoru.” You mumbled his name as though it were the call of a siren, completely addicted to your husband and the sweet words he never seemed to run out of.

It drove you insane.

“I’m here my love,” He chuckled, nipping at your earlobe. “I’m here.”

“Kiss me, Satoru.” You whispered, almost inaudibly, but he heard you loud and clear.

He didn’t waste a second, his lips finding yours like a strong magnet. It was slow and deliberate, the kinds of kisses you two loved to have, the ones you loved to have with your husband. The sweet sound your touching lips would make, resonating throughout your effervescent chest, making your heart tremble, beating in unison with Satoru’s.

You continued to trace your foot down his leg, while his hand traced down your hip, holding and kissing you as though it were the last time he would ever hold you and touch you again.

You buried your fingers in his white hair, feeling him melt into your hand, aware of just how weak he became whenever you touched his silky locks.

He pressed his tongue against your lower lip, wishing for more access, and you allowed him in, meeting as one, tangling together. Satoru licked at you, humming and moaning to himself, unable to get enough of you.

That’s when you heard the sound of buzzing.

You pressed your eyebrows together in difficulty, however, Satoru didn’t seem to notice as he continued to kiss you, his tongue exploring yours with traces of longing and desire, growing more and more hungry for you by the second– utterly impetuous he was.

The buzzing continued, and Satoru seemed to catch onto the sound, releasing your lips.

“Is that my phone?” He asked, wiping the side of his lip free of shared saliva from your wet kiss.

You pressed your lips together. “It’s not mine, I have my ringer on.”

He huffed, stretching his arm over your body to grab his phone from the nightstand.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

“You can answer it, Satoru.” You encouraged, sensing the confliction in his voice, tempted between you, his wife, and taking the call.

“Higher-ups.” He waved his phone, removing himself from your body to sit at his side of the bed, answering the call.

You sat up, planting your back against the headboard behind you, watching your husband as he took care of the unexpected phone call he received from management.

Or, the people he referred to as annoying and old and worthless.

He had ranted a plethora of times about these people to you.

You watched as he stroked at his hair, trying to focus on the phone call.

His expression was taut, focused, nodding every now and then.

“Now?” Satoru questioned, blinking a few times.

You perked up, tilting your head at the urgency that pooled through his voice.

“Right.” He nodded, lifting from the bed.

You felt your heart sink in utter disappointment, your heartbeat decreasing to a slow and deliberate pace.

You knew the moment he picked up these phone calls, he was either going to be on the call for quite a few long minutes, or he would be getting up to leave to tend to unexpected work that called for him.

This time, it seemed he would be tending to work.

You sat crisscrossed on your bed, watching as he began rummaging through your shared closet, keeping his phone in hand, humming periodically to the person on the other end of the phone.

He set out his work clothes above the corner of the bed, along with the blindfold he invariably wore with his uniform.

“Got it, I’ll be there.” He said one last time before he hung up, setting his phone down on the mattress beside his clothes.

He looked at you with a sympathetic glint in his eyes, almost as though it was his fault that he had to work.

“I’m sorry, my love, I know you were just talking about-”

You shook your head. “Satoru, don’t worry. It’s fine, I was just being overly clingy.” You lift from your side of the bed, tracing back to him. “Like I said, even before I married you, I was aware of how busy your work keeps you.”

His eyes flickered in admiration for his wife’s ability to respect his work and be so understanding and compliant for something he would be upset over if he were in your shoes. 

You reached on the tips of your toes, kissing his lips. “Let’s get you changed?” You offer help.

He nodded eagerly, enjoying things best when you two could partake in the activity together.

You helped him dress, saving the blindfold for the last bits, relishing his blue eyes for as long as you possibly could.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be out,” Satoru informed, zipping up his dark blue uniform, “so I don’t wanna tell you to wait up, I’ll feel bad if you’re waiting all night, sweets.”

You blushed, grabbing his blindfold from the bed. “I’ll try to stay up, not like I sleep knowing you’re out on missions. I worry too much.”

He chuckled. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, wife, I’ll be okay.”

You smiled a small grin, praying that he truly would stay safe. Not that you didn’t have any confidence in Satoru’s strong abilities, but you still worried for his well-being, as his wife, you simply could not turn that switch off no matter how strong and capable he was of taking care of himself and others.

You held up his blindfold. “Ready?” You asked, nudging it toward him.

He leaned over with a teasing smile. “Put it on me.”

You chuckled, shaking your head before carefully stretching the piece of fabric, slipping it over his hair, and carefully placing it over his eyes. His hair naturally spiked upwards as he adjusted it, moving his hair away that got caught in the blindfold.

You smiled, kissing his nose. “Perfect and ready for work.” You muttered, admiring the man who was your loving and hardworking husband.

He grinned, his white canines sharp. “How does your husband look?”

“Sexy.” You teased, placing your hands over his broad chest.

He chuckled, wrapping his hands over your waist before he dramatically tilted you to the side and began pelting you with silly kisses, enunciating the mwah sound as he attacked you.

You gripped onto his shoulders, holding onto him, falling into a pool of laughter at his farcical actions that always had your heart fluttering.

It was those moments that made it hard for you to send him off to work.

You lay awake in bed, waiting on the return of your husband, unable to fall asleep when you were fully aware of the danger he was presumably getting himself into. It was practically torture in its most raw and detrimental form.

You turned in your covers, restless, the drafts from the open windows made you shiver, curling up to gather your warmth, wishing Satoru was there to hold you, and share his neverending series of warmth that you cherished so much.

You sighed, feeling your exhaustion take its toll on you, closing your eyes to sleep away your persistent worrying.

It had only felt like minutes had passed before you felt something caress the small of your back, rubbing and comforting you with slow circles.

Carefully, you opened your eyes, meeting with your husband, Satoru, who sat right at your side, watching you sleep, his hand caressing your body. His blindfold was removed, and slung over the nightstand, but he still donned his dark blue uniform.

He smiled sweetly when he saw you had finally woken up. “Sleepy girl~ I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to admire you.” Satoru hummed, outlining your figure with his hand.

You couldn’t help but smile, all your exhaustion fleeing your body as you got up from bed to embrace him.

He chuckled. “Did my lovely wife miss me?” Satoru asked, embracing you tight against his chest.

You laid your head against his shoulder, inhaling his musky pheromones that always drove you so wild. “I miss you always. I’m happy you’re home again. How was everything?” Something you invariably asked him whenever he got back home from doing anything work-related.

He shrugged. “The same stuff all the time. Exhausting, but I’m here now with my love, so I have no more room for complaining.” Satoru said, kissing the side of your head. “I have to shower though, so I’m gonna have to leave you again for a few more minutes.” He said, bracing himself for your disappointment.

You pulled yourself from his hold, frowning at him. “Can’t you save it for tomorrow morning, love?”

He laughed at your question. “Tomorrow morning? Well, I hardly break a sweat on these missions sometimes, but are you seriously gonna want me to leave the bed tomorrow morning to shower? I doubt that.” Satoru guffawed, teasing your head with his nestling hand, finding your clinginess to be quite adorable.

“Can we shower together?” You prompted, hope glistening in your eyes.

“You wanna shower together, love?” Satoru asked, tilting his head, wearing an amused grin on his soft lips. “You don’t think you can wait at least ten minutes for me to finish?”

“I can… but I just want to help you get clean.” You expressed, partly lying.

Waiting those five long hours for your husband to return from work had been intense, and for some reason, you were missing him a little bit extra that particular night, unable to get enough of him.

He nodded, wearing a charming smile. “Who am I to deny my loving and clingy wife?” He nestled in your cheek, kissing you. “Come, let's go clean up, sweets.” He grabbed onto your hand, leading you into your shared bathroom to clean each other up.

You followed along, your heart fluttering in your chest, unable to conceal your excitement while your husband shut the door behind you two.

Once he turned over, he approached you with his hungry blue eyes, unzipping the blue jacket that was part of his uniform, unveiling a compression shirt that he had been wearing beneath his uniform.

The shirt embraced the swell of his muscular chest magnificently, his large biceps flexing as he pulled the uniform off his arms one by one, keeping his eyes on you in the process, his anticipation was tangible in the thickening air.

He chuckled, reeling you into him. “My eyes are up here you little minx~” Satoru teased you for gawking at his ostentatious muscles, loving your overt desire for his meretricious body.

You placed your hands against his distended chest, gently running them up and down his broad shoulders. “I can’t help it.” You murmured before stretching over to his lips.

He hummed at your sudden kiss, pressing his hands against the small of your back to keep you in place, savoring how your lips felt against his soft ones. Your longing for your husband was palpable as you kissed him, the pace was a bit quicker compared to your shared kisses before he had left for work. You had been waiting hours for him, and taking it slow was something you were way past, longing for him and his kisses.

Satoru didn’t question it, matching your pace, licking at your bottom lip in an attempt to get you to open up for him, wanting to explore you with a more in-depth desire now that he had you to himself with no chance of work ever reaching out to him again for that night. 

You released him before giving him that opportunity. “We’re getting sidetracked, Satoru, we should be showering, not kissing.”

He groaned, “We can do both, can’t we?” He huffed, watching as you opened the shower door to switch on the water.

You closed the door, turning to him. “You’ll help me undress?” You asked with a saccharine smile on your lips.

He nodded, eager, practically transporting to you to get the job done, lifting at the hem of your shirt, throwing it over your head. You couldn’t help but giggle at his eagerness, tearing away at his clothes as he did the same to you, taking the time to undress one another before stepping inside the shower together.

You shared a few more kisses with Satoru, allowing your skin to gather up the warm water that pelted your two bodies, softening your tense shoulders, simply basking in the affectionate sentiment your husband brought upon your figure with his attentive hands and lips.

He gently kissed your neck, keeping his hands at your elbows, standing chest-to-chest. The feeling of your hardening nipples against his smooth skin driving damn near insanity as he left open-mouth kisses against your hot flesh, getting quiet hums and moans of pleasure out of your mouth, which only further aroused him more than he already was.

He licked at the sensitive skin beneath your ear, down the side of your neck, earning a shiver from you, squeezing against his biceps as he gave you the attention you had been craving, growing more and more antsy by the minute.

He chuckled against your skin. “You like when I do that huh?” He teased you, licking at your skin once more.

You hummed, nodding your head, unable to reply. The thick fog of the tempered water flustered you tenfold, your brain nebulous and powerless against Satoru’s inebriating touch and kisses.

You then pulled back from his close vicinity, grabbing his shampoo bottle to get back on track. “Want me to wash your hair for you?” You offered.

That smile on his lips never diminished, his eyes sparkling in awe at your question. “You know I’d never say no to that.” He chuckled, watching as you squeezed out a generous amount of shampoo in the palm of your hand.

You rubbed it in slightly to get it foamy before you began to work it through your husband's white and wet hair, massaging his scalp as you lathered him, cherishing his closed eyes, his head leaned over, melting in your simple touch.

You loved the sight of him completely weak to your touch, listening to the way he would purr lovingly all due to your attention. 

The way he trusted you– it was something you didn't think you would ever get tired of. You wouldn't. Something you would never see yourself disregarding it. Sure, he was your husband, but knowing he trusted you beyond any sort of words truly brought ineffable pleasure to your fluttering heart.

Once you were done scrubbing his hair, you brought him closer to the shower head, running your fingers through his hair to wash out all the suds. The woodsy smell of his shampoo permeated that shower, mingling in with the steam, savoring the delicious scent that resonated perfectly with Satoru.

He opened his eyes, wiping his face free of water. “It’s your turn, right?” He asked, grabbing your shampoo bottle. “Turn around for me, love.” He instructed, opening up your shampoo bottle.

You didn’t protest, following his directions, showing him your long damp hair that clung to your wet back.

He pressed his body closer to yours, shivering slightly when you felt his hardening self against the side of your hip. Blush tainted your cheeks, and you stood in silence as Satoru began to wash your hair, scrubbing and massaging you.

He washed your hair with one hand, while his other hand followed down the arch of your waist, trailing his long fingers over toward your belly button, tracing it with his middle and ring finger.

Your face was hot, imperceptibly opening your neck when you felt his lips kiss at your shoulder blades, assailing you with all the love and affection he had for the night.

His gentle touch brought you to your very own Arcadian, a paradise sufficed with vehement love. One that gently plucked at the chords of your heart, overtly singing a tune that described your bliss and lascivious thrill.

Carefully he moved your head under the showerhead, running his long fingers through your hair.

You nearly felt yourself drifting off in a reverie, closing your eyes, swayed by the warm water that caressed your head and body.

He chuckled, observant of the exhaustion in your heavy eyelids. “Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, baby. We still need to wash our bodies, hm?”

You opened your eyes, smiling at his comment.

You got hold of his loofah, mixing in his musky body wash to clean his body.

You scrubbed at his chest, first, receiving a content sigh from your purring Satoru, responsive to any little touch you planted on his large body.

You giggled. “Feels good?” You whispered, scrubbing at his shoulders and arms.

“So good.” He muttered, watching you work against his body. “I love the way you touch me, sweetheart.”

You laughed once more. “I’m just cleaning you, Satoru, it’s nothing special.”

He shook his head, still watching you clean his body. “No, that’s where you’re wrong, sexy. Every little thing about you is so special.”

You blushed, never quite used to the way your husband would openly flirt with you, and his sweet nicknames that still got your heart racing.

You pressed your chest against his body, reaching over to scrub at his back, wanting another excuse to get closer to him.

He instantly snaked his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him, unable to resist you, staring at your breasts that were smooshed against his stern body.

You directed him under the water, letting all the suds fall off his figure.

He grabbed your loofah off the shower rack next, tending to your cleanliness.

He gently scrubbed your stomach first, squeezing the loofah to get your body extra sudsy, hooking his arm over your hips while scrubbing the rest of your body.

Your legs, your breasts, your thighs, your shoulder blades. He cleaned just about every inch of your body.

“You look so sexy like this, all clean and soapy~” He muttered while cleaning you, loving to tease you.

He turned you over, your back facing him to direct you toward the shower head, rinsing the soap off your body. You laid your back against his chest, allowing the water to rinse the soap off your body while Satoru had his arms wrapped over your figure, keeping one hand over the side of your thigh while the other fondled against your breast, outlining your areola with his long fingers, squeezing your hardened buds between his slim fingers.

You moaned at his dexterous hands, laying your head back against his shoulder, enjoying his efforts and attention to get your body warm and hungry for him again.

His other hand trailed down toward your heat that had been aching for his attention all night, pulsing each time his hands trailed against the skin on your bones.

He toyed with your opening for fun, teasing you, watching the way you melted against his body under the hot water, your chest rising and falling, your nipples hard against his hands as he got himself full off you.

“Satoru,” you muttered under your breath, staring up at him.

He looked down at you with his blue eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What is it love?” He asked before he began circling his fingers against your pulsing clit.

You huffed, biting your lower lip, already so worked up.

“You like when I play with your clit huh?” He enticed you further, running slow circles around you.

You sighed, nodding your head, keeping yourself adhered to his body.

He laughed at your willingness to admit such naughty things to him before he released you. “Why don't we get out of here, huh?” He proposed, turning off the running water.

You disguised your utter disappointment, a tense knot forming in your gut while you continued to pulse, aching for him in ways you had been craving him all day.

The both of you exited the shower, drying yourselves off before leaving that hot bathroom.

Your cheeks were flushed, digging through your drawers to find your clothes for the night before sitting on your side of the bed, preparing to dress yourself.

That was until Satoru towered above you, his towel draped lazily over his torso, that brawny v-line teasing you, glistening under the iridescent moonlight that peeked through your window. The white hairs of his happy trail made your heart twirl in excitement.

“You’re gonna get changed?” Satoru asked, watching you set out your panties and a bra.

You laughed at his silly question, “yes?”

“Why?” Satoru tilted his head, his voice expressing his genuine curiosity. “Then I’ll just have to undress you again when I fuck you.”

Your eyes widened at his crass words, your cheeks tainted in a hot blush once more, flustered.

You kept yourself composed, releasing the strong grip you had on your towel. “When you fuck me?” You parroted, caught off-guard.

He smirked. “I was thinking about you all day, sexy, you think I was just gonna let you brush up against my cock in that shower and get away with it?”

You wore an impish grin, lying back in your bed. “I can’t help that he wants me.” You refer to your husband's dick, carefully opening up your towel, and revealing your naked body to your husband who watched you with parted lips. “Besides, I know you secretly like it when I tease you, cause you’re such a naughty boy.”

Satoru was lost in the artwork that was your body, his hungry blue eyes feasting upon your figure as a famished animal would, his cheeks imperceptibly tinted a bright pink for a quick moment at the name you gave him.

“Naughty boy, huh?” He asked, his hands on the fold that kept his towel together over his waist. “You haven’t seen naughty yet, baby.”

You enjoy the dirty talk, bending your right knee into the air, opening up your legs slightly, and showing yourself off to Satoru who huffed at the sight. “I haven’t? So then… come show me.”

Satoru took that head-on, as a challenge, hovering above you, the towel still wrapped over his waist.

“You’re such a damn tease, you know that?” He muttered, a smirk on his lips as he drank you whole with his blue eyes. “Like I wouldn’t fuck your pussy into next week.”

You lifted your foot, rubbing it against the hem of his towel. “Fuck me, Satoru~ I’ve been thinking about your cock all day.” You made your voice extra whiney, caressing his large pecs with your peckish hands.

He dragged his lips down your chest, circling your hard nipples with his teasing lips. “Thinking about my cock all day?” He repeated, licking your nipple with his warm tongue, making you whimper. “Who knew my innocent wife could be so crass? So dirty.” He muttered against your skin before he kissed your nipple, taking it in his mouth, and sucking on it.

You moaned at the sensations he brought upon your body, placing your hands against his shoulders, squeezing him, already so antsy with how much he had been making you wait, teasing you.

If you were a tease, then what did that make him?

He focused on your chest and breasts, kissing your body, his dick poking at your leg through the towel, making you extremely restless.

“S-Satoru, please.” You muttered, reaching your hand down, and tugging at his towel.

He chuckled against your breasts, second waves of vibrations throughout your body, causing you to shiver in reply. “Someone is eager~”

You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t care to beg, and you definitely didn’t care if you appeared desperate. This man was your husband, and you had been teased and edged by the mere thought of him all day when he had promised you his time.

“I’ll give my wife what she wants, okay?” He settled, reaching his hand down his towel, making you hum in anticipation. “Since you’ve waited long enough.”

With that, he finally removed the towel from his bottom half, his dick jerking forward, slapping against his abdomen, making him grunt in response. Precome had already gathered on his tip, he hadn’t anticipated himself to be so turned on, the shower he had with you was enough to bring him to his edge.

You marveled at his size, never getting quite used to how big he was. “And I’m the eager one, huh?” You teased, running your hand down his chiseled muscles. “Looks like you’ve been tormenting yourself just trying to keep him contained.” You reached low enough to grab his dick, gently squeezing him.

He groaned at your movements, dropping his head in your chest. “Y-You don’t know how fucking sexy you looked when we showered together. How sexy you look right now. I could just fuck you senseless right now, and I wouldn’t stop, even when you’re whining and begging me to stop.” 

His words had you chewing your lower lip, the knot in your gut tightening.

You released him, bringing both your hands up to his cheeks. “Satoru. I need you.” You voiced your desires, unable to wait anymore, you could practically feel yourself spilling over the towel that still lay under you, soaked.

Satoru shushed you, kissing your neck and cheeks. “I’ll give you what you want, okay?”

You hum, nodding in excitement, taking his kisses while you feel him position himself at your entrance, distracting you with his moving lips.

He spread you open himself, his hands pushing your thighs apart, prepping you for him. You worked with him, opening up, slightly adjusting your hips.

“That’s it, baby, open up for me, okay?” Satoru praised, something you loved when you two had sex.

You moaned when you felt his tip slip against your folds, slightly tensing up.

He kissed your forehead. “Relax baby, okay? For me. You’re okay, you always take me like such a good girl.”

You moaned in reply, keeping your grip on his shoulders, your eyes open, never wanting to miss a moment of such a blissful moment with your caring husband.

You relaxed your shoulders, and that’s when he pushed part of his dick inside your wet self, slipping inside you so easily when you were already so wet and turned on for him.

You gasped, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders. “S-Satoru, I-I need all of you in me.” You requested, knowing he wasn’t fully inside yet.

Satoru hummed, his eyebrows pressed together, focused on pleasuring you and giving you what you wanted most. He followed your orders without a second thought, fully entering you, the sensations of your tight walls against his tumescent dick always left his brain clouded. It was always him who needed time to adjust, focused on not releasing his load so fast with how your walls contracted against him.

It also allowed you to adjust, too. It had been a while since the two of you had sex. With how busy Satoru had been, it had nearly been three weeks, which was quite a while considering how eager and ravenous the both of you constantly were for each other daily.

He kissed your lips, then your cheeks and jaw, smothering you while he remained stagnant inside you, simply taking in this moment, the moment he loved most. After a few lingering kisses that left your skin hot, he began stroking himself against your walls, slow and gentle at first.

You wrapped your arms over his nape, tangling your fingers in his hair, sharing your breaths, inhaling one another, keeping your eyes on his.

That glossy look in his blue eyes, the look you’ve memorized to be a look of pure love and desire. There was never any hint of disrespect in his eyes, admiring you, and loving you thoroughly with all his heart, cherishing every moment of lovemaking with you– his wife. 

His cheeks were red, thrusting into you with passion, his voice brittle against his pace as he spoke. “Y-You look so gorgeous whenever you're full with my dick. I-I don’t think I could ever get used to it.” He lowered toward your ear, kissing your soft lobe. “It’s- It’s been so long since we last had sex, I don’t know how I’ll keep up today.” He chuckled, removing himself from your ear.

You mumbled nonsense under your breath, practically inebriated, gasping quietly when you felt him pick up the pace just a little bit.

Satrou watched as your breasts would bounce with the pace he set, looking back and forth between your boobs and your trusting eyes. “You’re okay, love? Y-you’re not saying much.” 

You hadn’t realized how quiet you had been, simply moaning and sighing under his muscular body, occasionally mumbling something under your breath, scratching your nails over his back, watching the way his expression would wince at your scratches, yet he allowed you to, not stopping you from it.

 “I-I’m just focusing on not finishing so fast.” You revealed to your husband with blush-stained cheeks, to which he laughed at your revelation. “It’s been so long, Satoru.”

He agreed, humming, caressing your wet hair behind your ear as he continued to thrust inside your walls, hitting every right spot, the knot in your gut coming undone each time he pounded in you with such passion and force. “Oh, baby I know it’s been too long. I miss the way your pussy feels against my cock, the way your walls stretch against me.” He began describing, earning pleasured moans from you, his gruff and unsteady voice was enough to make your finish.

You rolled your head back, shutting your eyes.

Satoru grabbed your leg, clutching it over his torso. “No, baby, keep your eyes on me.” He instructed.

You looked up at your husband through blurry eyes, wrapping your other leg around his torso, your lips falling open as he thrusts his twitching dick inside you.

“Oh, Satoru.” You mumbled his name, unable to stop words from flooding your open mouth, being fucked senseless, beyond any coherent words.

Satoru chuckled, keeping his eyes on you. “I’m right here sexy.” He reassured.

You listened to the sweet sounds your touching skin would make, the noises reflecting and bouncing off the walls, along with your breathy moans and whines and the groans that fled Satoru’s sensual lips, watching how dizzy and drunk you were off his pounding and restless cock.

“F-Faster, please.” You requested, feeling the tension in your gut coming to relief with just a little bit more pushing. “I-I want to come all over your dick.”

“You want me to go faster?” Satoru repeated incredulously, laughing. “Alright, my wife.” He heeded, moving one of your legs off his torso and onto his shoulder, readjusting himself so that he had a better angle that granted him more speed, just for you.

You moaned at the stretch it caused, letting your leg dangle off his shoulder, your foot moving in the air against his fast thrusts.

You felt yourself coming to your edge, the knot in your gut unraveling quickly. You rolled your foot in the air, curling and pointing your toes, gripping the sheets with your hands as you shut your eyes, focused on your rising climax.

Satoru knew that look on your face. “Ooh, there it is, baby, come all over this hard cock, be such a good girl, and come for your husband.” He cooed, hitting your g-spot over and over again with his aching tip.

You moaned in reply, gasping and whining beneath him. “Ah, ah~” You cried against his powerful thrusts. “S-Satoruuu.” You moaned his name with hot desire lacing your tongue, your heartbeat hammering against your chest, nearly breaking out of your heated body.

Satoru groaned. “That’s what I wanna hear, this cock has you senseless doesn’t it? Can’t even form words can you?”

You hummed, taking a few more last hot breaths before you felt your body tremble, your climax hitting you like waves of a tempestuous storm on a salty ocean shore, shuddering and gasping, as you released your sacred juices onto your husband's throbbing cock.

Satoru moaned at the warmth enveloping his dick, the sight of your reaching your edge was just enough to bring him to his own, still fucking you, speeding up his pace to catch up with you.

You were unable to form words, unable to form thoughts, overstimulated as Satoru only pounded into you with more force after your reached climax, pain, and pleasure stunting through the core of your flushed body as he used your limp body for his finish, throwing your other leg over his shoulder now, giving him more access to fuck you harder.

You let him, whining and gasping beneath him, your breath caught in your tight throat as you listened to him curse under his breath, feeling the way his cock would spasm inside you, granting more moans out of you as he reached his own pleasure.

He finished with a loud groan, hovering over your body as he stopped his set pace, releasing his warm fluids inside you, dressing and coating you with his love and warmth, breathing out shaky breaths, his body trembling above you.

You adored the way his come would wash over your womb, how warm it was, how full he would get you, practically spilling out your wet cunt.

With meticulous hands, he set your legs down, huffing as he pulled himself out of you, his dick wet, leaving a string of come and shared fluids as he pulled himself out of your distended entrance.

Satoru collapsed at your side, not wasting a second to bring you into him, smothering you with his love and affection, not at all tired of having you attached by his hip despite spending passionate minutes inside your body.

You embraced him, panting against his chest, still slightly trembling as you recovered from your impactful climax.

He stroked your hair, kissing your sweating head with his pure lips. “You’re okay, my love?” He whispered delicately, his voice laced with purity and concern.

You nodded, gripping onto his shoulders. “I-I’m okay.”

He sighed in relief. “Good, I was afraid I lost you there.” He expressed with a chuckle.

“You did.” You replied, laughing.

He ran his fingers through your damp hair. “But, you’re okay, sweetheart. Aren’t you? You were so good.”

You blushed at his praises, nuzzling in his chest.

Sex was good.

No, it was always amazing with Satoru.

But, Satoru’s aftercare was an arcadian in itself, always making sure you felt so loved and so appreciated.

“I love you.” He whispered in your ear, planting more kisses on your forehead with his wet lips.

You hummed, holding him tightly against your naked body. “I love you, Satoru.”

[saturngas]

husband satoru! who breaks the kiss while making out to take off his blindfold

husband satoru! who rests his chin on your shoulder while in line at the grocery store

husband satoru! who stops mid sentence to make out with you

husband satoru! who is barely breathing as you rest your head on his shoulder because he doesn't want to disrupt your comfort

husband satoru! who stands in front of the cabinets and drawers ready to assist you while you are cooking

husband satoru! whose skincare is just your kisses all over his face

husband satoru! who grabs your hand to lead you through big crowds

husband satoru! who acts as your shade when you stand in the scorching heat of the sun

husband satoru! who listens to everything you did today while you sit on the bed and he cleans your room

husband satoru! who helps you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night because your grown ass is too afraid to go in the dark

husband satoru! who doesn’t understand your obsession over fictional characters but loves how you love them

husband satoru! who pats his lap once for you to sit on

[saturngas]

sweet names

okay but imagine satoru calling you pet names after every dessert name he comes across with. you two are out, trying a new sweet shop he discovered in his last mission and was overly keen to take you to it. staring and analyzing the menu cutely displayed on the chalkboard, he was internally laughing at the absurdly silly names of the desserts and milkshakes, but once he looked at you, his heart and brain connected.

"im going to a mission this Friday, can you take care of the first years, banana bonanza split?" he asked you once while you were getting ready for bed. you side eyed him and his questionable pet name.

you never said anything negative about it though, you even liked them. they were so silly and so him. he had once told you that every time he looked at you and your pretty face, his train of thought loaded with memories of all the desserts he had ever tasted. you reminded him of the sweet flavor he loved so much. you filled his brain of serotonin and sweetness.

"I love you so much, coconut dream pie."

"are you sure you want this one, buttercream frosting?"

"megumi asked me to give you this, popsicles."

"don't act like a brat, snickerdoodle."

"you look so hot with that dress, dumplings."

"but pumpkin pie! I can literally die from no hugs!"

"hey hot-fudge sundae, can you take down the sex ban, please?"

"good morning, white sugar sponge cakes."

"dont ignore me, bubble wrap mousse."

"can I please go back to sleeping with you, ice cream cakes? the couch is cold."

"muffin cakes! I just told him I dont have any intentions on respecting him, I dont know why he got mad."

"it's physically impossible for me to stop calling you sweet names. anyways, which do you like more, lemon meringue pie or churro?"

your sweet boy satoru.

[saturngas]

⭑ : 呪術廻戦 ❛ 𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗠𝗘 : satoru gojo x fem! reader

࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 synopsis: yuuji sees a completely different side of gojo-sensei !

contents: tooth rotting fluff w a dash of angst! established relationship (married), second person & told from yuuji’s pov. extremely whipped satoru! petnames, suggestive dialogue

summer isn’t over yet! collection, can be read as a stand-alone

yuuji was initially ecstatic about the prospect of living with gojo-sensei. he’d imagined lazing around, gorging on sweets and watching cartoons on tv — maybe a few training sessions squeezed in with gojo-sensei — ideally it would’ve been just the two of them.

his fantasies came crashing down when realised gojo-sensei’s “house” was actually a “home”. the walls in the foyer were riddled with picture frames. he felt like he was intruding on gojo-sensei’s personal life, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the pictures on the walls.

there was a woman beside gojo-sensei in most of the pictures. she had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. a friend? or a girlfriend? — nah. according to fushiguro, gojo-sensei got zero play. though she had to mean something to him. it was evident in the way he looked at her.

his cerulean eyes entirely averted the camera lens, instead devoted to committing every inch of her to memory

“that’s my wife” gojo said softly,“she’s gorgeous isn’t she?” he laughed wryly as he stared lovingly at the smiling woman in the photo. yuuji nodded slowly, studying his teacher closely.

“is she okay with me hiding out here?” he asked tentatively, shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

“ahhh about that” gojo says sheepishly, “i haven’t had the time to mention it to her so you’ll have to wait here while i talk to her” he ran a hand through his hair, snowy white tendrils curling around his fingers.

classic gojo-sensei.

“oh” yuuji chuckled, the situation was amusing to him. he couldn’t wait to tell fushiguro — the sour reminder that he couldn’t had his laughter dying in his throat.

gojo-sensei shrugged off his shoes and patted yuuji’s shoulder, “don’t worry she’ll say yes , i’ve got her wrapped around my finger”

yuuji waited patiently in the foyer, amber eyes flickering over the expensive decor and woodsy frames of gojo-sensei’s family. he could faintly make out traces of your conversation

"oh? you're home early for once" you smiled, leaning into your husband as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "what's the special occasion 'toru?"

"do i need a reason to want to see my beautiful wife?”

“nope” you hummed, “‘m just surprised to see you” not that you were complaining. satoru was a busy man and you cherished the rare moments you spent alone together

“how was your day sweets?” he asked, taking your hand in his, his thumb stroked over knuckles, soft, loving.

“same old” you shrugged, “we’ve got some big case coming up next week, so i was pretty busy today. had a tonne of paperwork and meetings too"

"my busy bee" he smiles, "i missed you s'much, i hate going on these stupid business trips"

"you'd like them more if i came with you" you said teasingly, poking his rib with your free hand "i ran into kento the other day, you sure i shouldn't come back to jujutsu sorcery too?"

"nuh uh" he shook his head firmly, "stay at your law firm pretty, 'm gonna need someone to defend me when i kill all the higher ups"

"what have they done now?" you sigh exasperatedly, turning the knob on the gas cooker and reducing the heat. the faint clicking sound echoes in the kitchen as the orange-blue flames simmered quietly.

"what haven't they done" he grumbled, leaning against the counter. he gently tugged at his blindfold, lithe fingers unveiling the cerulean eyes that you loved so much. his snowy hair fell softly around his face, a curtain that failed to hide the anger he felt coursing through his veins.

"poor baby" you cooed, hands trailing up to his face and cupping his cheeks, your fingers smoothed over the frown etched on his face, pushing his lips together in a duck-lipped pout, "wanna tell me about it?"

"y'know yuuji? the new first year that's sukuna's vessel?"

you nod, allowing your hands to fall from his face and rest on the counter. his greedy hands make their way to your waist, rubbing circles on the soft flesh peeking out beneath your untucked dress shirt.

"well they sent the first years on a mission to rescue people from the detention center, after sending me on that stupid mission overseas mind you, and the kid had to fight a special grade curse"

"is he okay?" you ask, hands ghosting over satoru's bigger, veiny ones. he sighs, a look of mild irritation fleeting over his face at the memory. in retrospect, none of that mattered now. he was home.

"yeah he's fine" he shrugs, "sukuna ripped his heart out and he died, but he revived him eventually"

"your definition of fine is questionable satoru" you snicker, and he feels his heart melting at the sound of your laughter. "why'd they send them on that mission anyways?"

"they just want yuuji dead, he was supposed to be executed remember? and they're really scared of sukuna which is crazy 'cause he's kinda weak"

"someone needs to humble you" you say, amusement dripping from your words like honey, "pride comes before fall 'toru"

"you humble me all the time sweets" he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"i'm just doing the universe a favour" you tease, "what do you want for dinner? rice? noodles? or we could order food from that thai joint you like if you want”

"i'll eat anything you cook sweets,” he murmurs, “though i have something else i wouldn’t mind eating”

“satoru” you gasped, “you just got home and you’re already trying to get between my legs” you smack his shoulder playfully

“i’ve missed her too” he shrugs, “i’ve missed all of you”

you shook your head, “can’t believe i married such a feen” a languid smile tugs at the corners of your lips. you could try all you wanted to resist his charms, but he’d always win in the end

"so...about yuuji" satoru starts, testing the waters, "the higher ups really want him gone, i can't keep him at jujutsu tech right now"

"i can see why you wouldn't" you hum, leaning on the tips of your toes to reach for the salt. satoru had a habit of placing the things you needed in places you couldn't reach just so he could have the honour of retrieving them for you

“need help with that sweets?” he asks eagerly, pushing himself off the counter and sifting through the wooden shelves. he easily brings the jar of salt down and hands it to you

"you have to stop doing this, it’s such an inconvenience" you sighed, but you were grateful nonetheless.“you’re insufferable i swear”

“‘m still yours” he says suavely. satoru’s smile is unwavering though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

you can tell the thing with yuuji is weighing heavily on his mind. he’s more restless than usual. his lithe fingers run up and down the counter as he stares into space

“‘toru?” you prompt, nudging him with your elbow, “i can hear you thinking”

“i don’t know where to keep him” he exhales, “i would ask shoko, or kento but then i’d risk getting them in trouble with the higher ups”

“what about the secret room we found in our third year?” you asked, “you could keep him there, unless they found out about it”

“i would keep him there.. but i just...don't want him to feel alone," he says softly. you didn’t think it was possible to fall even deeper in love with satoru, but he never failed to surprise you. “he's just a kid, so i— i want to look out for him.”

he knows it’s a big ask. you can hear the gears turning in his head as he figures out how to possibly convince you to let sukuna’s vessel stay in your home.

"can he stay?" he pleads, "can yuuji stay with us please? it’s only until the kyoto goodwill event" he's clasping his hands together, imploring you with his infinitely blue eyes. you raise an eyebrow. knowing satoru, yuuji was probably waiting around in the foyer

"he's already here isn't he?" you ask, shaking your head fondly as a guilty look flickers across his face. classic satoru. although you would've loved for him to give you a heads up, you didn't mind a bit. it would be nice to have some company when satoru went on his missions

 “i didn’t really have time to plan all the details before bringing him with me” he says, sheepishly rubbing a hand behind his neck, his fingers brushed against the soft strands of his undercut, "are you mad? don't be mad baby"

"no" you laugh, "i'm not mad 'toru, he can stay"

it’s the little things like this that make you realise just how much power you have over him. within seconds your husband is whirling you around, hands gripping your waist tightly and pressing chaste kisses on your face as he sets you down

"yuuji she said you can stay" a wide grin blooms across his face as he bounds into the foyer excitedly. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, reduced to the faint resemblance of a child getting their first sleepover approved

you set the jar of salt down on the marbled counter. trailing after your husband. true to your suspicions, yuuji itadori had been standing awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs together in his hoodie pockets and silently taking in the intricacies of your home.

he couldn’t help but feel out of place.

there were pairs of everything — shoes neatly arranged on the coat rack. umbrellas tucked in a corner in the foyer. coats hung up next to each other on the wall.

the pale blue wallpaper hung row after row of framed photographs. their wooden mahogany panels reflected the warm lights. yuuji’s light brown eyes flickered on the pictures in all their glory and glossy sheen.

the ones that caught his eye captured a young fushiguro’s trademark scowl, the irritated quirk of his brow and the curled spikes of his hair that defied gravity.

he was standing beside a girl who looked just like him, except she was slightly taller with long bone-straight brown hair. yuuji’s eyes lingered on her smile as your beanstalk of a husband shook him excitedly

he wondered what fushiguro would say if he knew he’d seen pictures of him as a little kid. ( he’d probably summon his shikigami on him )

“really?” he beamed, eyes momentarily drawn away from the plethora of frames. you feel your heart melt into a sickly sweet puddle of happiness and warmth, as you watch satoru drape his arm over yuuji’s shoulder

“yes really” you laugh, “it’s nice to finally meet you yuuji, you’re a friend of megumi’s right?”

yuuji nods frantically, his mop of pink curls bouncing enthusiastically . his mannerisms were nervous and eager. he wanted to fit in. he wanted you to like him. you could tell — he reminded you oddly of your husband ( they were practically the same person in different fonts )

“speaking of megumi, he doesn’t know yuuji’s alive so please don’t let it slip when he calls you” satoru murmurs, taking slow steps towards you.

he knows he’s asking for too much now. you practically raised megumi and it would be nearly impossible for you to keep something like this from him. satoru can see the cogs spinning in your head, the subtle anger in your heart and for the first time in years he’s afraid.

“we’ll talk about this later” you say through gritted teeth. he pleads silently with his eyes and you swallow your protests, you exhale loudly before turning towards yuuji again “c’mon yuuji, i’ve just started on dinner”

yuuji kicks off his shoes and nudges them neatly beneath the shoe rack before padding after you. satoru isn’t far behind

“it smells really good mrs. gojo” yuuji says politely, as he takes a seat by the kitchen island, legs dangling as he drums on the smooth marbled counter.

“thank you yuuji” you beamed, “do you prefer rice or noodles?”

“ahh i’m not really picky” he says, “i like all kinds of food really, but i suppose rice? if it isn’t too much of a hassle, i really don’t want to be a bother-”

“slow down yuuji” you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, “i’m really glad to have you here, it gets kinda lonely when ‘toru’s away on business trips so make yourself at home okay?”

no wonder gojo-sensei was always happy, his wife was an angel. yuuji thought as he nodded fervently

“i can make the rice baby” satoru offers, his hands make their way around your waist, he doesn’t miss the way you stiffen under his touch. you’re mad at him, and he knows you have every right to be

“thank you” you said, putting as much feeling into the words as you could muster, “come with me yuuji, i’ll show you around”

yuuji was positive he was intruding now, standing in the middle of megumi’s room while you stripped navy blue pinstripe sheets off his bed and replaced them with canary dressings.

“are you sure i can sleep here?” he asks, “ i don’t mind taking the couch..”

you seemed horrified at the idea of yuuji sleeping alone on the couch. he still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that you actually wanted him here. he was so used to being unwanted

growing up with his grandpa was something he wouldn’t trade for the world, yet he’d always craved the warmth of a mother. a mother’s love was the purest, and there was nothing more blameless than the softness in your (e/c) eyes when you looked at him

“i mind yuuji” you frowned” and i want you to stay in gumi’s room, his clothes should fit you since you’re around the same height”

“thank you again for letting me crash here” yuuji didn’t think he could say it enough. he didn’t deserve such kindness, not when the king of curses lived rent free in his head

“don’t mention it yuuji” you said, “i meant what i said downstairs, i could really use the company”

you ruffled his hair softly before resuming your ministrations of making the bed. you tucked crisp sheets beneath the mattress and fluffed up pillows with ease.

“you’re a really good mom, why don’t you and gojo-sensei have any kids of your own?” yuuji only realises the question is slightly insensitive after the words hang in the air and an unreadable look fleets across your face, “i’m so sorry that was really rude of me-”

“you’re good yuuji” you laugh, you sit down on the freshly laid duvet and pat the space beside you. yuuji hesitates but he sits down eventually

“it just never happened y’know? we adopted tsu and gumi a few years back, plus toru’s always seen his students as his kids, he cares about you guys a lot”

“even me?” it doesn’t seem plausible to him. all he’s seemed to do is cause problems for gojo-sensei ever since he ate that gross finger

“especially you yuuji” you smiled, ruffling his hair, “you remind me of him funny enough, even though i used to hate him back in our school days”

“really?” he gawked, he was practically falling over megumi’s bed with anticipation.

“really” you affirmed , “he was a real piece of work back then, i bet he’s the reason yaga has so many grey hairs”

“how’d you fall in love with him then?” yuuji enquires, brown eyes sparkling with immense curiosity “and how’d you meet?”

“are you guys gossiping about me?” satoru gasps, peeking around the doorway, “how mean of you yuuji, i thought we were friends”

“ahhh we weren’t gossiping per-say, mrs. gojo was about to tell me how you met”

“can i tell him?” satoru’s eyes sparkle, “the way i remember it i walked into the common room and cherry blossoms started falling, classical piano was playing softly in the background and-”

“that didn’t happen” you said, “he’s finally going senile” you tried and failed to push satoru out the doorway but he stood his ground.

he stood almost toe to toe with you, a pleased grin blooming on his face as he towered over you. yuuji’s eye’s flickered between you and your husband, cheeks dusted a rosy pink as he stifled giggles

“it did happen!” satoru insisted, “i’m sure shoko has a recording of it somewhere, now as i was saying.. she took one look at me and fell head over heels in love”

“you’re deluded” you muttered, “i didn’t love you until our second year, get your facts right”

“so you did fall head over heels in love with me” he grinned, “so early too? i knew you couldn’t resist my charms — owww!”

satoru feigns as you finally manage to shove him out the door after hitting his shoulder. by now, yuuji is a spluttering mess on the soft tatami mats lining megumi’s floor

“i’ll tell you what really happened one of these days” you said over your shoulder, “you can shower and settle in, take as long as you need, we’ll wait for you to come downstairs before we start eating”

your smile falls the moment the door clicks shut behind you. satoru feels his heart shattering. he’s so sure he’s going to die because his wife is mad at him. the universe might as well combust into nothing but ashes

“baby-” satoru starts, catching your wrist in his palm. he grips the bone loosely, careful not to hurt you “‘m sorry, you know that, but megumi can’t know”

you trudge down the stairs in silence, opting only to speak when you’re seated beside satoru in the living room. your cat natsu watches you wearily from her cat post, slanted eyes shooting satoru a well meaning glare.

“you can’t ask me to keep this from him” you said, shaking your head, eyes looking everywhere but your husband’s piercing blue gaze. “you’re taking things too far now”

“i know” his voice is a mere whisper, the words barely speak themself into existence, “i’m being selfish again, but you’ve gotta understand (y/n)”

“i can’t” you splutter, you feel tears treading your waterline “put yourself in his shoes, c’mon satoru we’ve seen him at his worst, why would we do something that could hurt him?”

“i’m not doing this to hurt megumi, i’m doing this to protect yuuji”

“just think about it please” you frowned, “if instead of executing suguru they kept him alive and let us think he was dead, you’d never forgive them”

he doesn’t miss the way your voice catches over the three syllables. he doesn’t miss the way your fingers tremble against his forearm. he hates this — arguing with you, he could think of infinite things he’d rather do than this.

“that’s different” his voice is wavering now, “suguru made his choice, yuuji didn’t ask for any of this” he winces as the words fall from his lips. to think he’d stooped to speaking ill of the dead. he doesn’t believe that, not really.

“you still wouldn’t forgive them” you prompted, “and i don’t want ‘gumi to go through any more, tsumiki being in a coma is hard enough as it is”

“i know baby, i know” satoru says softly, he cups your trembling face in his hands and places the sweetest of kisses on the tears that threaten to stream down your cheeks, “trust me on this okay? he’ll be fine i promise”

“okay” you nod, letting your husband, your one and only, wipe away the tears spilling over your lashes.

satoru could really kill the higher ups for putting him in this position. one where he nearly sacrificed his wife’s happiness for something as insignificant as jujutsu sorcery. with his lips still pressed to the corners of yours, he makes a silent vow with himself

it would be you before everything. it was you before everything

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers, his thumb grazing your bottom lip “you. are. everything. to. me” he punctuates each word with a kiss. his lips committing every inch of you to memory

they ghost over your cheek, your quivering lip, your shoulder, your wrist, and finally the silver wedding band encasing your ring finger. and they linger on the cool silver for what seems to be eternity before satoru speaks up again

“dance with me?” he prompts, although he’s not really asking. he’s already whisking you onto your feet and starting up the record player. the vinyl spins on its axis, as constant as his infinite love for you.

“what?” you sniffed slightly, “like we did in our first year?”

“like we did in our first year”

satoru’s hands were on your hip, drawing you closer, he felt your chest brush against his for a second as he leaned into you. you swayed gently side to side, keeping in time with the intricate melodies streaming from the gramophone

his six eyes tell him his student is watching, listening. curious doe eyes peeking from the stairwell. he doesn’t mind. satoru had never been one to hide his affection. you were his. and he was infinitely yours.

“can i tell you a secret?” satoru murmurs, as he twirls you back into his arms. he wishes he could stay like this forever. with you. he’d selfishly sacrifice the universe to keep having moments like this. he would kill for you. he’s positive he would. he’d do it without hesitation.

“i thought we didn’t have any of those” you quipped. satoru feels his heart melting. watching the sadness in your eyes fade into utter bliss was like watching the sun come out after a rainy day. maybe even better.

“it’s a good one i promise” he grins, you raise a brow sceptically but you’re listening “i was the one who fell head over heels in love with you. way back in our first year…and i didn’t even know what love was, i was so confused”

“when did you know?” you asked, “you always say you knew the moment you saw me, but you were an asshole then”

“it was the first time we snuck out together” he admits, “when we went to that night market. you were right, i was jealous of suguru but could you blame me? i wanted you all to myself”

“you’ve always been so greedy” you giggled. satoru doesn’t need the six eyes to see that you love him regardless. it’s evident in the tenderness of your tone and the way your (e/c) sparkle when you look at him

“cut me some slack baby” he groans “i’m trying to be romantic”

“you don’t need to try, i heard through the grapevine i can’t resist your charms” you hummed

satoru cracks a smile at the inside joke, a slow symphony of contentment.he kisses you again and it’s sweet and full of blind adoration. loving you is his religion. the only thing he’s wholly committed to. your hands looped around his neck, carefully avoiding the ever-so-sensitive scar that ran beneath his chin

your hands founds repose in the soft strands of his hair, carefully threading through the ivory curls. satoru could feel himself melting into you, he clung to you as if he was scared to let go and his calloused hands clutched at the warmth that radiated from your skin. he was so impossibly close you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.

yuuji peered at the scene with stars in his eyes. he knew he should look away. that this moment was sacred, strictly for the two of you. but he’d never seen gojo like this before — completely vulnerable, completely himself in the confines of your embrace.

here he wasn’t the strongest, the richest, the one-man clan, the one whose mere existence shifted the balance of the world. here, he wasn't satoru gojo, he wasn't gojo-sensei, he was just 'toru.

© Y2KUROMI 2024. please do not plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

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Thank you so much for 300 followers!! I’m so glad you all like and follow my gojo content 🩷🩷 I promise to bring you all more 😽🫂

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Guys my bad people convinced me gojo is more of an ass guy

Hello! I hope you are well 🩷

E It may sound cliché or a bit stupid, but I'm genuinely curious about the fandom's opinion on Gojo's ideal type. The few things I found are a little shallow and nothing very elaborate, or from a few years ago when we didn't have so much Gojo in the manga. SO WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS? 🥺

gojo’s ideal type

helloooo thank you so much for this ask. I love this kind of asks because they make me think hard hhaha

but anyways I really think gojo wouldn't have like an exact idea of an ideal type regarding personality and appearance, the only thing he would focus on/prefer is that his s/o understands him.

so we are hinted multiple times throughout the whole story that gojo feels alone, especially after geto's departure, and that the main reason is his unreachable strength. he is the strongest sorcerer. he doesn't really look for a super strong partner, but I would definitely think he prefers someone strong or with a cool technique.

some people affirm that gojo values people measuring their strength, and I kind of agree with it, but to say he only see the strength of people is wrong, I would say that he looks for people with potential (like he has stated before with megumi) and definitely people with a strong mindset.

so I really dont wanna make this a gojo's character analysis hahah sorry so ill answer your question directly, just wanted to make that clear before stating my beliefs.

I think gojo would settle for someone who thinks like him, regarding the jujutsu world. he wants to change it, so he wants people who think like him to be next to him.

if that person, like I said before, has a strong mindset and unbreakable personality, I think that would be a huge plus. I feel like gojo likes dense people, someone who doesn't really changes their opinion like super fast, someone in control of their beliefs.

now regarding a bit of personality, I think gojo would get along with almost all personalities. he is very smart and honestly very kind at heart, so he would look for positive traits in every personality. buuuut if I had to be a bit more specific, I think he would like a bit more a woman with a demanding personality. like not exactly someone who is dominant over him, but kind of. hahah he likes seeing someone trying to boss him around considering he is the strongest and can do anything he wants, so meeting someone with such guts makes him wanna know more about that person.

a kind person would also be a plus. well, not exactly super kind, but someone who helps others. lets remember he is a teacher after all, so he would look for someone who cares for others, especially the younger generation. I think he would prefer someone with a similar profession as his. it doesn't have to be an educator just like him, but like I said before, someone who cares for the youth.

a bit of an unpopular opinion hehe but I simply cant see gojo with someone who doesn't have a similar humor as his. like we always see people getting annoyed at gojo for being such an idiot, so I really think his partner needs to-has to be just as silly and goofball as he is. like someone who supports his jokes and antics. I cant see him with someone super serious or someone who is plainly boring.

I think the perfect match for gojo is someone with the same energetic and passionate energy as him. he would love someone who is also clingy or physical as him, I feel like he loves giving and receiving physical affection. that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the other love languages, but I think he loves receiving touches, words of affirmation, and service acts.

so in summary, I think gojo's ideal type would be someone who agrees with him/has the same purpose as him regarding the corrupted jujutsu sorcery, someone who is fraternal and supportive of the youth, someone who can match his silly and quirky personality, someone with a corresponding humor as his, someone physically and emotionally strong, someone passionate and intense about their own dreams and goals, someone who understands his position as the strongest and is there next to him anytime he needs reassurance, someone who can read him easily since he isn't overly open, and someone who would love him and demonstrate love just as him or even more (he would love that).

I definitely think he is a tits guy.

taglist: @snwvie @fanficsforkicks @soulaires <3 so guys right now im out of town so I won't be making super long and specific content for a few days. but once I get back to home ill be working on parts 2 of some fics :))

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Hello! I hope you are well 🩷

E It may sound cliché or a bit stupid, but I'm genuinely curious about the fandom's opinion on Gojo's ideal type. The few things I found are a little shallow and nothing very elaborate, or from a few years ago when we didn't have so much Gojo in the manga. SO WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THIS? 🥺

gojo’s ideal type

helloooo thank you so much for this ask. I love this kind of asks because they make me think hard hhaha

but anyways I really think gojo wouldn't have like an exact idea of an ideal type regarding personality and appearance, the only thing he would focus on/prefer is that his s/o understands him.

so we are hinted multiple times throughout the whole story that gojo feels alone, especially after geto's departure, and that the main reason is his unreachable strength. he is the strongest sorcerer. he doesn't really look for a super strong partner, but I would definitely think he prefers someone strong or with a cool technique.

some people affirm that gojo values people measuring their strength, and I kind of agree with it, but to say he only see the strength of people is wrong, I would say that he looks for people with potential (like he has stated before with megumi) and definitely people with a strong mindset.

so I really dont wanna make this a gojo's character analysis hahah sorry so ill answer your question directly, just wanted to make that clear before stating my beliefs.

I think gojo would settle for someone who thinks like him, regarding the jujutsu world. he wants to change it, so he wants people who think like him to be next to him.

if that person, like I said before, has a strong mindset and unbreakable personality, I think that would be a huge plus. I feel like gojo likes dense people, someone who doesn't really changes their opinion like super fast, someone in control of their beliefs.

now regarding a bit of personality, I think gojo would get along with almost all personalities. he is very smart and honestly very kind at heart, so he would look for positive traits in every personality. buuuut if I had to be a bit more specific, I think he would like a bit more a woman with a demanding personality. like not exactly someone who is dominant over him, but kind of. hahah he likes seeing someone trying to boss him around considering he is the strongest and can do anything he wants, so meeting someone with such guts makes him wanna know more about that person.

a kind person would also be a plus. well, not exactly super kind, but someone who helps others. lets remember he is a teacher after all, so he would look for someone who cares for others, especially the younger generation. I think he would prefer someone with a similar profession as his. it doesn't have to be an educator just like him, but like I said before, someone who cares for the youth.

a bit of an unpopular opinion hehe but I simply cant see gojo with someone who doesn't have a similar humor as his. like we always see people getting annoyed at gojo for being such an idiot, so I really think his partner needs to-has to be just as silly and goofball as he is. like someone who supports his jokes and antics. I cant see him with someone super serious or someone who is plainly boring.

I think the perfect match for gojo is someone with the same energetic and passionate energy as him. he would love someone who is also clingy or physical as him, I feel like he loves giving and receiving physical affection. that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the other love languages, but I think he loves receiving touches, words of affirmation, and service acts.

so in summary, I think gojo's ideal type would be someone who agrees with him/has the same purpose as him regarding the corrupted jujutsu sorcery, someone who is fraternal and supportive of the youth, someone who can match his silly and quirky personality, someone with a corresponding humor as his, someone physically and emotionally strong, someone passionate and intense about their own dreams and goals, someone who understands his position as the strongest and is there next to him anytime he needs reassurance, someone who can read him easily since he isn't overly open, and someone who would love him and demonstrate love just as him or even more (he would love that).

I definitely think he is a tits guy.

taglist: @snwvie @fanficsforkicks @soulaires <3 so guys right now im out of town so I won't be making super long and specific content for a few days. but once I get back to home ill be working on parts 2 of some fics :))

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Blindfold – Gojo Satoru

➸ synopsis: you suggested blindfolded foreplay to your husband, Gojo Satoru.

➸ character: Gojo Satoru

➸ word count: 4.9k

➸ cw: married couple, femreader, oral (reader is giving) cum eating, lots of sweet pet names, begging, so much teasing (like a whole lot), and lots of blushing ^^

➸ note: my first post! i hope everyone enjoys!

There was something about his cerulean eyes that invariably made your blood race– his comely features pulling at the delicate strings of your singing heart, marveling at the man that was your husband.

Satoru was aware of just how obsessed and how immensely you adored his limpid irises that acted as two stars burning bright in a luminous night sky. Those eyes captured your soul in a tight embrace when you first saw them, and they continued to stop your heart, no matter how many years you two had been together. Even as his wife, his captivating eyes were one of your favorite traits about your husband– Satoru.

Staring into his eyes was effortless for you, regardless if it was during intimate moments, or the simple moments where you bask in normal conversation.

However, watching him get ready every morning by pulling on that snug blindfold over his precious eyes always piqued your interest.

He explained to you countless times about how he was still able to see through the piece of fabric, yet you couldn’t seem to understand how exactly. Perhaps, you did, and you simply enjoyed hearing Satoru explain the concept of his rare and powerful abilities. You couldn’t deny that his abilities impressed you, and you noticed that each time you asked about them, his chest would imperceptibly swell with pride, pleased that you were so interested in him.

You didn’t have to tell him just how much you adored his eyes, he was well aware of the effect his eyes had on you.

Which explained the flummoxed expression that permeated his face when you described to him your recent desires.

You two lay beside each other on your shared bed, your cheeks tinted a blush pink as you watched Satoru attempting to process your words.

An impish grin stretched across his silky lips, partly dampened, glistening under the lights from the teasing kisses you two had been sharing.

Watching the way his lips curled into a teasing grin had regret pounce right through your limp body.

“Could you describe exactly it is what you want again, babe~” He requested in a mellifluous voice, reaching out to you, toying with your loose strands of hair.

You were caught at a stump, unable to get your words out.

He heard you clearly.

The smug grin on his face told you so.

But, he loved to fluster you.

He enjoyed watching blush creep on your soft cheeks, the way you would pinch your lips together in embarrassment, staring off into space while you attempted to gather your erratic thoughts.

“I…” you begin, unable to look away from his eyes, not when they had you glued down. “I want to please you while you wear the blindfold.” You finally find the minimal courage to speak your loud thoughts, trying your best to sound confident.

“You want to please me while I wear my blindfold,” he repeated, making your body flush, “Is that right?” He pushed your fallen strands behind your ear, riding out his teasing ways to see how much he could get your cheeks to heat up.

“Yes…” you drawl.

He then chuckled a deep laugh that resonated through his muscular chest. “You mean like blindfold foreplay, babe?”

“Same thing… isn’t it?” You mumbled, still quite flustered, and his constant laughing wasn’t mollifying your worries in the slightest.

He pulled you closer to his firm body, his lips peppering your face with gentle kisses. “Oh, babe, you do know that I can still technically see with that blindfold on, don’t you?” He whispered into your ear, kissing the side of your neck.

You felt shivers crawl down your spine at his simple kisses and the minimal efforts he made. It didn’t take much from Satoru to get you flustered.

He loved that about you.

“I-I’m aware, toru.” You pulled away from his kisses, wanting to carry out a conversation with him. “But, doesn’t it sound fun? You could just keep your eyes off of me if you can’t keep them closed.” You prompted, very set on this form of foreplay.

He seemed to appreciate your efforts, grinning at your suggestions, those oddly sharp canines he had catching your attention.

“Why this suddenly, baby?” Satoru asked, stroking his hand over your waist, unable to get enough of touching you. “I thought you liked my eyes, especially when we please each other.” His hand stopped at the arch of your waist, caressing you gently. “You’ve told me countless times how you could get off just by my eyes alone.”

Now, he was just teasing you, loving to ruffle with your composure.

Chills sprawled throughout your skin at his touch, his hands partly calloused, proving just how hard he worked himself as the strongest sorcerer. “I-I know what I said. It’s true. I love your eyes. I just… I don’t know… you look so… hot and so mysterious when you wear that blindfold. I just thought it would be a fun idea, if you don’t like it then we don’t have to-”

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Satoru immediately protested, gripping down on your waist, grounding you. “I love when you tell me about these little fantasies and urges you have. It surprises me to see just how many filthy and naughty things you can store up in that pretty little head of yours.” He hummed, pleasured by the thought alone, tracing his hand up the bottom of your shirt, sprouting more goosebumps on your body.

You were a blushing mess, unable to tether up your emotions. “S-So you’d be up for it?”

He smirked, a playful and interested glint in his pretty eyes. “I’m all for it, baby. We got time now, don’t we?”

Your heart raced, not at all expecting him to be so eager and willing to fulfill this desire of yours.

He planted a kiss on your cheek, getting up from bed, getting the blindfold that he left in your shared wardrobe.

You adjusted yourself, prepared for what was to come next, sitting cross-cross on your white bedsheets.

He grabbed the blindfold, spinning it around playfully in his long index finger. “I gotta say, baby, I’m curious to see what exactly you have planned for this frisky little idea.” Satoru shared, carefully walking back to you, unable to take his eyes off you.

He crawled atop the mattress. “It excites me, baby~” Satoru whispered, his voice like rich honey, drizzling over your body, pooling over your chills with purpose.

He handed you the blindfold, a smirk on his lips.

You take the dark blue blindfold, staring at it as though it weighed nearly hundreds of pounds. You had pleased Satoru hundreds of times, and he had pleased you thousands of times.

Why was this so nerve-wracking now?

Satoru must have sensed your worries, sneering at your hesitation. “Something wrong, baby?” He tilted his head, trying to catch your fallen gaze with his playful one.

You swallowed the remaining bits of your nerves.

This man was your husband, after all. There was absolutely nothing you could do that would turn him off.

He was like a light switch around you.

You reached over, lifting on your knees to place the blindfold over his white messy hair.

He leaned over, granting you better access as you carefully nuzzled it onto his two eyes, setting it in perfect place.

His lip was turned into an interminable smirk. “How do I look, baby?”

You smiled, feeling more at ease now that his eyes were covered. “So sexy, Satoru~” you reached out, caressing the muscles on his biceps that bulged out his tight shirt.

He chuckled, allowing you to feel up his muscles, puffing out his chest slightly. “Yeah? You like it?” He questioned, reaching out to caress your body next.

However, you stopped him.

He seemed confused, his lips pressing together in a pout. “What’s wrong sexy?”

You ignored his nickname that he inevitably used on you to get you a blushing mess. “Why don’t we set a few ground rules?”

Satoru couldn’t hide his utter excitement, the devious smile on his lips stretching. “Some ground rules, hm~ Oh, baby, you can really get into this, huh?” He tilted his head, leaning backward onto the bedframe. “What are these ground rules, my queen?”

You held in your shaky breath, his nicknames driving you insane. “Just one.”

He hummed, nodding his head.

“You aren’t allowed to touch me, Satoru.” You revealed, unable to stop a smile from growing on your lips.

You watched as his lips frowned, surprised by this rule you set. “Not allowed to touch you, baby?” He inhaled a hiss through his perfect teeth. “Ooh, you wanna drive me insane don’t you, naughty girl?” He opened up his legs, his left hand massaging his thigh. “But, if you want that, I’ll behave like you want me to~”

You attempted to not lose yourself in his body. His attractive figure, those broad shoulders, and his tiny and formed waist. Those veins on his hands trailed up toward his forearms. He was Adonis in the very flesh.

“I mean it, Satoru…” you warned, approaching his body, falling into his arms, feeling weird when he wasn’t there to cup you into him like how he invariably did. “If you touch me, I’ll stop what I’m doing.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned.

His grin.

That sexy grin.

You hoped that by the end of this, it would disperse into something more submissive. You’d hope to hear him whine, to make that deep voice of his contort and bend into sounds he never knew he could make.

You straddled his lap, caressing his chest with gentle hands.

There were hundreds of things you could start with, and yet, watching that puckish smile on his lips as he idled so patiently– it made it difficult to make a move.

He obeyed your rules, his hands pressed flatly against the mattress while his attention was elsewhere, his blindfold toning down the ability that was his six eyes.

“You gonna keep me waiting, baby?” Satoru snapped you out of your thoughts, his hand rubbing against the mattress, growing anxious. “Can’t say I don’t love this little waiting game.” He purred.

You finally decided to make a move, carefully tracing your lips over his exposed collarbone, your warm breath gently whisking at his pure skin.

He hummed, seemingly satisfied with your first move. “Right at my sweet spot, huh? Such a daring girl.” Satoru rolled his neck, opening up for you.

You hum against his skin, now gently kissing him, your tongue making sporadic appearances, kissing at his neck, using your hands to massage his stern biceps.

Satoru seemed to melt in your touch, in love with all the attention you were giving him. “Oh, you know what I like, huh? My wife~” He sighed out quietly, trying to control his breathing as you traced your lips up the side of his neck.

You nipped at the shell of his ear before licking and sucking his sensitive area.

The slight tension in his brawny shoulders ebbed into nothing, entirely laying his body against the headboard.

“Of course I do,” you mumbled against his skin, kissing down his sharp jaw, “you’re my husband, afterall.”

He hummed, nodding, eager. “Oh yes, I am your husband.”

You kissed at his neck this time, gently biting and licking at his delicate skin, feeling the way he moved to the side, granting you all the access you needed to kiss at his neck and shower him with more affection.

He held back a moan at your sudden bites, gently arching forward.

Your hands scoured his body, trying to feel him through his clothes.

He chuckled at your endeavors. “Want me to take this off?” He asked, referring to his shirt.

You set distance between the two of you, and he easily slipped himself out of his shirt, throwing it from up his head, tossing it onto the side.

You had seen his naked upper half hundreds of times.

Each time, you couldn’t help but feast your eyes on all his perfect muscles. His abs contracted as he settled back into the bedframe, waiting for you to make your next move.

His lips parted, slightly confused.

That was until they pulled into a smug grin.

Slowly, he set both his hands behind his head, making all the muscles on his body move in unison, slightly flexing along with each small movement he made, his sculpted muscles glinting off the lights as though his skin was glamoured.

He hummed, carefully shifting his hips. “You like what you see~?” Satoru’s voice had driven you near insanity, listening to the way it inclined due to his added confidence.

You swallowed your thick saliva, an ache evident in the pit of your gut.

Satoru toyed with his lower lip. “Ah, teasing me? Go ahead, touch me, sexy.” He insisted, his voice but a mere purr as he inclined you to touch his body. “This body is all yours. Come and touch me.”

You didn’t waste another second, gently setting your fingertips right above his sides, using your thumbs to stroke his soft skin.

He seemed to melt into your touch so quickly, purring like a kitty. “Mmm, your touch is so nice against my skin,” Satoru mumbled, rolling his head back against the headboard.

You continued to explore his body, now kissing at him, tracing your tongue against his firm muscles that contorted against your warm tongue.

He huffed, his lips parted in awe. “Ooh, yeah, you know I like it when you do that to me~” Satoru chuckled, pleasured by the most simple gestures when it came to his loving wife.

You hummed against his skin. “You work so hard for this, don’t you, Satoru?” You attempted to push past your fluster, joining him in on this dirty talk.

He liked the fact that you were encouraging this sort of talk. “Every day.”

“And it’s all for me, isn’t it?” You asked as you kissed and licked the center of his chest.

He shivered beneath you, relishing your licks and kisses. “Oh, it’s for you, my sexy wife.” He encouraged, keeping his head against the headboard, completely keeping his eyes off you, keeping his promise.

You caressed his bare shoulders, enjoying how broad his body was, whilst using your lips and teeth to nip at the sensitive areas of his collarbone.

He held back his moans behind low murmurs, his breathing slightly quickening each time you licked and sucked at his skin. “Oh, just kiss me already, please.”

You paused, leaving him with one last lick, giggling. “Satoru? You want me to kiss you?” You asked, now leaning your body against his, chest-to-chest.

He nodded, hungry for your lips above his. “I need you to kiss me.” He corrected himself, voicing his desires in a more urgent voice.

You heeded his requests, although you would have loved to stretch out on the idea of him begging for it, you also couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him.

You kissed him slowly, your lips overlapping perfectly between his two soft lips, kissing him with vehement passion. You felt him slip his tongue against your lips, begging for his permission to enter your mouth and explore you.

Of course, you accepted, your tongues meeting together.

There was something about slow and sloppy kisses that truly got you so hot. Maybe it was the sweet sounds that echoed off the walls or the way he would moan into your mouth as your tongues slowly teased one another like starved and parched souls. 

The way Satoru began to slowly drop his hands from his smug stance, becoming restless with being unable to touch you.

It excited you to see him get so submissive and anxious.

You hummed into his kiss, releasing his lips, but keeping your tongues moving in unison, licking at each other.

That’s when you felt his hands snake over your waist, bringing you even closer to his naked upper body.

You pulled back, looking down at the hands that had broken the rules you had formally implemented.

After Satoru took the time to evaluate your sudden resistance, he realized he had touched you.

He backed up, sketching his antsy hands over the bedsheets. “I’m sorry, I-I just forget I can’t touch you. It’s like second-hand nature to me.” He tried to explain himself, hoping you’d let him off with a warning.

You tsked, humming, as you removed your hands from his muscles. “Oh, Satoru, you just can’t seem to behave, huh?” You whispered, looking at the red blush that appeared above his pale cheeks.

He let out what you thought to be a moan, biting his lower lip. “Please, come back to me. I-I forgot.”

You hummed, not satisfied with his response. “Just not a good excuse, Satoru~” you continued to tease him, receiving a whiney groan from the man.

You began to teasingly rock back and forth in his lap, keeping your hands off his body.

His breathing hitched as he gasped at your sudden movements above his lap, and his large hands began to grip the sheets below him.

“If I touch you again, will you promise to behave those naughty hands of yours?” You asked, slowly rocking above his lap, feeling something stiff and firm against your inner thigh.

Satoru moaned, dropping his head, unable to keep his composure. “I’ll keep my naughty hands to myself, please, just touch me again, don’t tease me like this.”

You hummed insightfully, relishing the way his dick pocked at you. “Satoru, you’re so hard for me, aren’t you?”

He groaned, his cheeks still painted a deep red. “I-I am. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

You were pleased at that fact, moaning quietly in satisfaction.

He moaned back in response to your sweet and delicious sounds. “Baby just touch me, please don’t tease me like this.” Satoru continued to beg, biting at his lower lip as though he were in utter pain.

“Would you like me to take care of your hard erection, baby~?” Your voice was inclined, speaking to him so sweetly.

He eagerly nodded. “T-take care of it, please.” He sounded immensely hungry. “Please, I need that pretty mouth on my dick. Lick me clean, work me beyond words, sexy~” 

You giggled, finding him so attractive. The red tint on his two cheeks, the way he was practically salivating at the idea of you sucking and licking at his throbbing dick.

There was another ache in your gut, wanting it just as bad as he did.

You slid off his lap, hearing him sigh in relief.

You slowly ran your fingertip above the waistband of his sweats, receiving another protesting moan from a restless Satoru who continued to grip and pull at the sheets.

He cursed, lifting his hips slightly. “You’re such a tease today, aren’t you?” He chuckled, out of breath.

You smiled, watching the permanent blush on his cheeks, how cute he sounded when he was out of breath, high off your touches and teases.

You hummed, palming your hand over his firm tent. “Don’t you like it?”

He moaned, his blindfold still covering his eyes, his chest rising and falling with slow trembles. “Oh, I-I can’t say I don’t.” He mumbled, licking his pretty lips.

You smiled, pulling at his sweats, first.

He was eager, lifting his bottom off the mattress to help you remove his sweats with ease. He kept his hands against the sheets, scared he would accidentally touch you again.

He helped you kick off his sweats, the two of you slightly laughing in the process of it all, releasing some of the tension in the thick air.

You stared at his briefs that embraced his tent with a snug fit, his meretricious v-line peeking through the waistband of his boxers. Satoru was antsy, slowly sliding his hands above the mattress and onto his abdomen, waiting for you to make your next move.

Carefully, you slid your hands above his clothed erection, receiving a gasp from your husband.

“Aren’t you so responsive this morning?” You teased him, relishing the sound of his groans and moans that sent electric waves throughout your body.

He sighed, rocking his hips in one slow circle, extremely worked up. “Please, baby. I need to feel you on me.”

Carefully, you slid his briefs down, revealing his erection that jerked forward, hitting against his lower abdomen.

He hissed at that, not realizing just how much all this foreplay turned him on.

You watched as precum was already leaking through his pretty slit, gathered on his tip, ready to be consumed.

He sat with his body on display, not an ounce of insecurity or doubt poured through him– he was aware of just how attractive and big he was.

His hair was a mess from all the times he had been rustling his hands through it.

“Oh, Satoru,” you purred, carefully rubbing your hand against his wet tip, gathering all his fluids, “I don’t think I could ever get over seeing you like this.” You muttered, utilizing the gathered precum in your hands to moisturize the rest of his shaft, gripping him tightly as you jerked him.

Automatically, more precum pumped through his circumcised tip, earning another responsive moan from the white-haired man, not at all insecure about the sounds he made. No matter how loud or gruff they were.

You watched yourself touch his length, leaning over as you sucked on his wet tip, soaking up all his bodily fluids that had a slightly salty yet deliciously clean taste.

He continued to groan under his heavy breathing, his hands gripping against the sheets, having to remind himself that he wasn’t allowed to touch you.

You slid your tongue down his shaft, feeling the single vein against your tongue, already so familiar with the build of him.

He continued to leak from his tip, still mumbling nonsense as you licked at him with slow strokes that were already driving him to an edge, and you hadn’t even fully taken him into your mouth.

You licked his tip once more before you took him into your mouth, wrapping your lips over him as your tongue created swirls against his skin, sucking and licking as you slowly bobbed your head up and down.

Satoru was so close to touching you once more, pulling back when he remembered he couldn’t. “F-Fuck,” he cursed, out of breath, “I can’t help myself from t-touching you.”

You hummed against him, sending more chills through his body as you released him, keeping his dick in your hand as you looked up at him. “Touch me and this stops, Satoru.” You reminded him, thumbing his creamy tip.

He whimpered. “I-I understand.” He nodded, completely at your mercy.

You continued to suck him off, starting off slow, only putting half of him into your mouth.

You wanted this to last, you were enjoying yourself, and although Satoru’s hands were squirming above the mattress, unaware of what to do with his hands, you knew he enjoyed it, too.

You picked up the pace, taking his whole dick in your mouth as it plowed the back of your throat consistently.

You earned a loud moan from Satoru, listening to him as he cursed endlessly while you deep-throated his dick in your mouth.

“O-Oh, d-don’t do that, I-I think I’ll-” You felt a hand squeeze against your shoulder, while Satoru bucked his hips forward, forcing more of himself into your mouth.

You released his dick, a thin string of saliva being the only thing that kept you attached to his tip.

Satoru realized his mistake, removing his hand from your shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby, I forget I can’t touch you.”

“You just like being edged, don’t you?” You teased him with narrowed eyes. “You’re just so naughty. Do you think you deserve to get off today if you’re not following my rules?”

Satoru hummed, whimpering. “Oh, please. Please make me cum, I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

You evaluated his response, unable to deny just how attractive he was whenever he was begging for you to let him finish.

“You think you deserve it, Satoru?” You asked.

He nodded. “I’m trying my best here, baby. It’s already so hard for me to just not take off this blindfold and watch as you deep throat me.” He huffed, raking his fingers through his damp hair, getting so worked up.

You enjoyed it, smiling to yourself as you hummed quietly. “Are we begging?”

He whined. “I’ll beg if I have to.”

You chuckled, taking his dick in your hand once more as you hovered your parted lips above his tip.

However, you did nothing.

You simply remained stagnant, letting your warm breath bat against his shaft.

Satoru hummed, moving his broad shoulders around. “Gosh, I’m fucking throbbing.”

That he was, throbbing into your hands as warm fluids just kept pouring out of him, all the precum you had once cleaned off his tip was back as he throbbed against your hand.

He settled his hands behind his head, trying to accept the fact that he couldn’t touch you.

“Okay, Satoru~” you cooed, pumping his dick, “I’ll let you finish, hm? You deserve it, since you’re such a good boy.”

He nodded eagerly. “Y-Yes please, I’m a good boy for you-” He was cut off by his own loud moan when he felt you completely deep-throat his dick once more.

Yet, this time, you set a pace that was rather quick, determined to have him finish into your mouth—determined to have him squirming under you, calling out for you, desperately.

Satoru continued to curse under bated breath, his brain nebulous as he tried to process all the pleasure he was receiving that morning. He was mumbling nonsense, gripping at the sheets and even at his own hair as he tried to hold himself back from ejaculating so quickly. He had been fighting it off from the very moment you started kissing and licking at him, unable to help himself when it came to you, his wife.

Your touch, your kisses, they brought him to an arcadian that left him wishing for more of you, unable to get enough. Akin to a drug, he couldn’t help himself off you. He was addicted to you, and your touch was beyond enticing, so in love with just about everything you did for him.

He broke the rules, slightly pulling at his blindfold to watch you suck him off.

That’s when one last moan released from his wet lips at the mere sight of you, his body convulsing against his heavy breathing before he released his warm and heavy load into your mouth.

You were quite surprised to feel him shake from beneath you, his dick twitching into your mouth before you felt warm liquid spray into your mouth.

It was a lot more than you expected, but still, you managed to stomach it all, releasing his dick to finally take a breath, your lips puffy and distended from all the work you put into him.

You watched as Satoru was left in a daze, his hand against his forehead as his hair was gathered in drops of sweat, his muscular chest trembling with each breath he took, whimpering, beyond overstimulated.

“Oh, Satoru~” you purred, licking the leftover cum on the side of your cheek. “You came a lot, didn’t you?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “D-Did you-”

You nodded. “I did. You’re all clean, handsome.”

He laid his head against the headboard, finally removing the blindfold, his blue eyes were shut as he attempted to process everything after you nearly sucked his soul away.

You rubbed at his bare thigh, consoling the man that you love. “You’re okay, Satoru?”

He finally opened his eyes, those blue irises finding yours instantly. “Oh, I’m more than okay. I’m just- I’m a bit dazed. “He laughed, opening his arms. “Please, can I touch my wife now?”

You smiled, accepting yourself into his large arms as he embraced you, pulling you into his naked figure before he peppered your face with soft kisses. “You fucking milked me.” He retold, laughing quietly into your ear. “Thinking about it all over again just gets me hard again.”

You chuckle against his hold. “You liked it that much?”

He nodded. “You had me begging, of course, I did~” Satoru reminded you, kissing the corner of your cheek. “I was edged just by not being able to touch you, baby.” His voice was smooth and silky, rupturing chills throughout your body. “You’re so dirty, you know that? My dirty wife.” He teased you, running a hand down your waist, gripping your hip against his strong hand.

You moaned. “I just want to please you.”

“Yeah?” His eyes never left yours, adding tension between the two of you. “Oh, you spoil me too damn much.”

You tried to distract yourself from the fact that he was naked, right beside you, staring into his stunning blue eyes to distract you from the rest of his body which was a pure work of art.

He stroked a hand through your hair, this time. “I think you please me enough. But… why don’t I return the favor, hm?” He offered, lowering his head to kiss at your neck.

You were already so sensitive, soaked. “Satoru.” You mumbled his name while he kissed your neck.

He then pulled back, grabbing his briefs from the end of the bed and slipping them on.

He grabbed the blindfold that he left on his side of the bed, handing it over to you. “It’s your turn, baby.”

Your heart fluttered, taken aback by his suggestion. “M-Me?”

He laughed at your shock, before he grew serious, staring at you with a smug glint in his eyes. “I’ll make my wife feel so good.”

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