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Texting w Brother’sBsf!Satoru:

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going through my old writing and realizing that I have in fact gotten better makes me happy. But also now I have to fix all my horrible mistakes

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Before Brother’sBsf!Satoru left for college, the two of you had a rather…strange relationship.

The first time the two of you met, you wouldn’t speak to him. Actually—you avoided him!

He was 15 in his freshman year of highschool when Suguru came into his life, and ultimately you as well. Your first introduction was on a particularly rainy evening after the boys had gotten out of school. Satoru and your brother were glued to the hip from day 1, so it was only natural that Suguru wanted him to meet his family as soon as possible.

You had roughly a 2 year age gap, so Satoru thought trying to connect wouldn’t be THAT difficult!

That thought went out the door once he started hanging out more.

For about a year after meeting Satoru, you were in a constant state of your face being flushed and feeling like you’d crawl out of your skin whenever he looked your way.

And talking was out of the question 100%.

The first sign at there being a possibility that Satoru would address you personally, you were flustered beyond belief. Suguru would tease you relentlessly when Satoru wasn’t around because of your awkward behavior.

It was entirely lighthearted, but you always tried just a tad too hard to defend yourself when your brother would bring the silver haired boy up.

Pretty much every interaction between the two of you for the first year and a half of knowing one another ended with you desperately searching for a way to NOT be around Satoru.

In the beginning months it didn’t bother the older boy.

He thought you simply had a shy personality, and he wasn’t going to push you out of your comfort zone. However, as time passed and he heard stories of how talkative you were from Suguru, he started to get butt hurt when you wouldn’t so much as smile at him.

He pretty much lived at your house with how much he came around, so it made no sense to him!

Truthfully, he only started to get upset about your reluctancy to speak to him after he saw you at school one day by total accident. There were three people around you, 2 girls and a boy, who were laughing loudly at something you must have said.

As Satoru walked past the class room’s open door, he got a glimpse of the prettiest smile he’d ever seen. Your head was leaned back as you laughed along with your friends, and for the first time in his life, he was jealous.

When Satoru would ask Suguru if he possibly offended his little sister, Suguru would “joke” about how “she has a crush on you man!”

That little remark went on to age like fine wine.

Satoru was in his senior year of highschool when you decided to finally let him into your life. You were a sophomore at this point, and boys weren’t such a taboo subject!

Actually, once you let Satoru in, you never let him go.

Constantly following after him, finding a way to be close, talking his ear off when he’d come over, and stealing glances when you knew you shouldn’t.

It kind of gave Satoru whiplash seeing the new you.

Not that he didn’t love it. Whatever you put in, he would put right back out. He’d come in your room and pester you when he was over, bring you a coffee he swore he just “happened to get”, offer to help you with any schoolwork, and take you home from school some days.

You were so unbelievably sweet and kind to the people you loved. Always sporting a smile on your face, baking things to hand out even if it was something small, and going out of your way to help someone.

Everything Satoru had missed out on all that time, he was experiencing finally. And quite frankly couldn’t get enough of the “new” you!

Unfortunately though, senior year of highschool ended and Satoru wound up hours away at some big college for sports.

Your brother and him had both made it onto the school’s basketball team, so that meant they were always busy with both academic and athletic activities.

In the time Satoru was away, you truly blossomed into a young woman.

Puberty had taken its course and blessed you with curves that most girls dreamed about. Your chest had filled out nicely to give you a perky advantage. And, with the help of the gym, you had a killer core and a good sized ass!

You had become confident as well. Dating a few boys here and there that you thought were decently developed for a high schooler. You were a complete different person after Satoru left.

Maybe it was because you weren’t always worried about messing up in front of him.

Maybe it was finally having the space to grow into who you always wanted to be without being scared.

Or maybe. Just maybe. You melded yourself into a new person so you could finally have the attention you so desperately craved from a certain older presence.

AN: i’m really in love with this version of Satoru so I want to make like a mini series for him 😉

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sometimes I come across writing that looks a little TOO much like what I have in my notes and get scared

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“What’s wrong with her?” Satoru jabs a thumb over his shoulder, the white outline of your closed door being his focus.

Normally your door being shut in your own home wouldn’t be that big of a deal! This is your house after all. What threw the older man for a loop, however, was the fact you hadn’t come out once the entire night.

Suguru shrugged. “I tried talking to her this morning when I got home, but she wouldn’t say much.”

Helpful. Really helpful.

Satoru frowned to himself as he sprawled across the couch opposite of Suguru. His face was blank as he focused on the TV which now played some movie Suguru swore was ‘the best thing out right now!’

Any other time Satoru came by, you at least peaked your head out to see him. Greeting the silver haired man with a feigned annoyance that he always saw right through because of the lopsided grin that took home on your lips. When you weren’t faking your happiness to see him, you’d nudge a playful elbow into his side. Saying something along the lines of

“Don’t you have your own fancy apartment?” or

“Missed me didn’t you?”

Either way—you always acknowledged him.

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After a rough 2-ish hours of watching what turned out to be a huge bore, Suguru was sound asleep on the couch.

His head lolled over onto the back of the furniture with his lips parted slightly. The remote sat neatly on the coffee table in front of him, alongside a various assortment of chips and drinks.

Satoru rolled a sigh out of his chest as he stood up from the couch. Long legs pulled taught in a stretch so they could carry him into the kitchen where the dim light of the stove illuminated the shiny white counters.

Quietly pulling a glass from one of the cabinets, Satoru rummaged through the fridge for whatever sweet juice he could find. Despite him being over consistently throughout the week, your house never seemed to have enough sugary contents to satisfy the man.

From beside him, a murmured “What are you doing?” catches him off guard.

Your voice was quiet. Raspy. Nonetheless it cut through the silent room like a knife causing Satoru to rush away from the fridge and bump the back of his head. “Ow! Fuck!”

Pulling away, one of his hands rub over the soon-to-be knotted area. “Oww..”

You stand silently in the entryway to the kitchen, hands fiddling with the hem of your blue and white checkered boxer shorts. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Finding his way over to his empty glass, Satoru shakes his head and settles his eyes on you. “Don’t be sorry. I wasn’t expecting you is all.”

Thick silence fills the void between you. Night holds the house in a soft grip and sends shadows dancing on the walls when either of your bodies move.

The gentle creak of wood beneath you groaned as you rocked back and forth onto the balls of your feet. From Satoru’s standpoint, you looked a mess. A cute mess of course, but more disheveled than he’d really ever seen you.

Thin strands of hair stuck out in all directions from you rolling around in your pillows all day. Dark purple eye bags had settled deep within your skull, paling the color of your face to make you look somewhat sickly. Your white sweater was wrinkled all to hell matching the shorts.

If death embodied a person at the moment, you were a good contender for the position.

The cool marble countertop pushed into the older male’s back as he leaned on it. Arms bending slightly so he could brace himself on the edge just to watch you.

Then, gingerly, he whispered. “C’mere.”

His arms were open in a somewhat lazy manner yet held all the care in the world. Something about the way he spoke drew you closer with each wobbly step.

As soon as your body melded into Satoru’s chest, his arms fell close around your head and back. He was warm. So so incredibly warm that every tense muscle taking hold of you loosened. Satoru’s hand on your back circled slowly as his other fingers threaded into your hair.

You were tucked away in his grasp. The faint sound of tv and crickets outside melted away as you heard only his heartbeat beneath your ear.

“Talk to me sweetheart, what’s goin’ on?”

His voice was honeyed in your head. The deep baritone of his voice offer a comfort like nothing else, rumbling against you.

You shook lightly. Not quite wanting to open up fully on whats been causing you turmoil lately. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”

Continuing his small ministrations, Satoru only held you tighter. “That’s alright…” Hooking a finger under your chin, he pulls your eyes up to his. “But you do know i’m always here?”

Your lips slide into a little smile. “I know”

AN: I don’t care how bad this is, I REALLY want to get this out so I can focus on other things lol

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Satoru Gojo spoiled you rotten both in day to day life and in bed.

Your husband took it upon himself personally to please you however he could! Whether you wanted him to fuck you slow and sweet, fast and hard, bent over the bed, on all fours, face down ass up, or simply toss you around however he so pleased- Satoru ALWAYS listened to you above all else.

Well…majority of the time anyway.

Occasionally when Satoru would get that teasing glint in his eyes, the one that made the seaglass color resemble more of a storm, the older male would have you straddle his lap and guide you down on his dick until your legs were trembling!

The sight of your soft pussy opening up for the slick head of his cock to slide into was enough to have the breath knocked clean from his lungs.

“Doin’ so good for me baby,” He’d lean against your ear and purr sweet nothings until you were burning red with embarrassment! :(

Oh. But, his favorite thing about having you ride him?

How incredibly whiny and pathetic the pitch of your voice turned as two warm hands slid around his shoulders. Sturdy muscles poked into the sweaty palms of your hands as he stared down at you.

It felt nearly impossible not to notice the way your outstretched thighs would jerk and tremble as your muscles flexed, attempting to lift your body up and down.

Crystal clear tears of overstimulation trickled down the apple of your cheeks while that pretty pink tongue pooled with saliva. “‘toru pleeasee! I c-can’t do this..”

A sharp grin would expose perfect teeth as Satoru kissed your lips lazily. The faintest sound of amusement hovered deep in the man’s throat.

“Come on sweet pea, you don’t wanna make me feel good?” Kiss after kiss to your face has the already weak pace faltering down into nothing more than a grind.

Lolling your head down to his shoulder, labored huffs and puffs of sticky air tickled Satoru’s skin. “I do! B-but…”

“But what, hmm?” The question had your tongue tying as you tried your damnedest not to sound selfish! Yet, despite your hesitant response, Satoru undoubtedly knew where you were coming from. He spoiled you so rotten that asking you to do the work all of a sudden just wouldn’t work.

Once again, it didn’t matter though. Satoru wasn’t called the strongest for nothing! If he had to wait longer to cum in order to see more of your shy movements, then so be it.

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trying to write feels impossible rn. I have like 60 million half written things, but I swear my words are redundant

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Toji always came home late.

With the current work schedule he’s on, it’s a miracle for you to see your husband much these days.

Normally, the clunky ‘thud!’ of his work boots being dropped by the door would have you rushing out of bed to sling both arms around Toji’s neck. A tired sound humming out of his chest as he wraps both arms around you and offers a kiss.

Tonight was different though.

Instead of being woken up with heavy boots at your front door, you felt Toji slip into bed beside you.

He was silent. The springs of the bed groaning being the only thing to give him away. It didn’t matter how quiet he was though.

As soon as your body registered the comforting presence of your roughened husband, you were moving before you could open your eyes. Sliding up onto the heavy feel of Toji’s chest, both legs straddling his waist as you laid a cheek against his pec.

“Welcome home, baby” Your voice was groggy and filled with sleepy lust. A pair of thick calloused hands slinking across your back until coming to rub circles over your hips as you blink awake.

Warm thick heat pumps into your core as you feel the heavy outline of your husband press against you. The mere sight of you cuddled in his bed after a long day was enough to have blood pumping downstairs.

“Missed you sweetheart.” Toji’s voice was rough compared to your own. Time seemed to still as he held you, his gravelly voice easily coaxing you to rock against the hard bulge below his sweats.

Tugging his pants off, one of Toji’s hands stayed planted firmly on your hip. “Need you.” He whispered into your hair.

Rolling your hips in response to the raw sound, the soft fabric of your panties are easily rolled off. Sleep hung over you like a storm cloud. Even with your husband rubbing bare against you, it was nearly impossible to keep your eyes open as you felt your pussy being stretched full.

Your husband absolutely adored seeing how, despite you being half-awake, you were ready for him. Just having you ready in his arms after a long day of work was more than enough to have his brain spinning.

Planting his feet on the mattress, he starts a slow grind of his hips against you.

“Toojii~!” A sluggishly high moan was muffled in the crook of the man’s neck. Your arms wrapping around him while he carefully slid in and out of you. Warm pants escaped your mouth and mingled in the shared air between your bodies.

Kissing your forehead the best he could, Toji let himself pick up a harder pace. He knew you were barely awake and didn’t wanna keep you up, but the feeling of you squeezing around him was euphoric. “I know baby, I know. Almost done okay? You feel fucking perfect.”

Each heavy thrust of Toji’s hips had you closer and closer to cumming. With your body being half aware of the situation, you felt hypersensitive to everything.

It didn’t take too long after his words for the both of you to come undone together. Sinking his load further into you, Toji simply pulled your panties up once he was done and let the sticky feeling between your thighs leave a flustered expression on your face.

You were exhausted. In a dreamy state and pumped full of his cum, but you could rest knowing your husband was home safe.

Littering kisses wherever he could, Toji wasn’t far off from sleep himself. Whispering his words. “Good night babydoll.”

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Satoru LOVED when you got your period.

Now don’t get him wrong, it was miserable watching you cry because of the pain you were in. But when you were bleeding and couldn’t find any relief from medicine or a heating pad, you sought him out.

Warm tears would still be fresh in your eyes as you waddled your way into the bedroom, sprawling out on the bed. “S-Satoru..”

With a gentle smile, Satoru would always ask “What is it sweetheart?” Knowing damn well what was wrong. Crawling his lanky body over to you, every inch of your body screamed out for him.

“‘hurts so bad.” The words were so pitiful. Watery syllables coming out of your throat as you reached a hand out for Satoru’s neck.

Kissing your lips, you feel the itchy fabric of your shirt being pushed up. “Shh, let me make it better.” Slowly the man pushed his fingertips into your skin, massaging the swollen organs.

Immediate relief washed over you. Subconsciously a sigh puffed out of your lips grateful for the attention. On top of pressing his fingers into all the right places, Satoru followed suit with ginger kisses to your lower belly.

His lips were warm against your skin and unbelievably soft. As much as you loved having the attention of your husband, he loved being able to coddle you more. No one else on this planet experienced the slight furrow of your brows while you dozed off almost immediately.

He just did it for you. In the same way you would never fail to give him more and more reasons to crave your love.

“please, don’t stop.” The words burned in your throat as they came out in a sort of croak. “feels so much better ‘toru.” The longer Satoru had his hands on you the easier it was to drift off to sleep.

Without fail; anytime Satoru has his loving hands rubbing on you, it took all of 2 seconds to put you to bed. Even as your eyes fluttered shut and you went limp beneath your husband’s touch, he refused to stop. “Would never think of doing such a thing sweet girl.”

Kissing the bloated area of your torso, Satoru slowly took his hands off of you once he was for certain you were sound asleep. While you were out like a light, he’d take this chance to press his whole weight down ontop of you and burry his head against your chest.

So yes, Satoru did in fact like when that time of the month came around.

But it was souly for the fact that he knew in that moment that you truly wanted him and him alone.

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Blah blah blah.

Something basically about Husband!Nanami coming home after work one night with bags under his eyes, tousled blond hair and a loose tie he’d pulled in the car.

A quiet welcome would be on the tip of his tongue as you let him slip his jacket off before pulling him over to the couch.

“How was work baby?” Sinking down on your knees between his thighs just to rub your face against his lower body.

Nanami couldn’t hardly speak as your nimble finger made way with his belt buckle, leaving the ends to hang heavily on either side of his hips. Your next task was pulling the already taught zipper down the heavy bulge already growing. A thick outline of his perfect cock clearly visible through the thin grey underwear.

“s’ fine baby. What are you doing?” He’d murmur oh so softly as you continued to let your hands roam over his thick thighs and a little up over his dress shirt where you could feel the flex of his muscles.

Squishing your face against the warm print of your husband’s dick, the smell of clean laundry and his natural pheromones slid up your senses. With every kiss you littered over the fabric, you could see a small dribble of pre stain a small spot. “Missed you all day Nanami~”

Looking up to meet his tired eyes, you grinned lazily.

And who was Nanami to question his pretty wife? You could ask live in his skin and he’d probably let you! Especially when your voice was so good, full of honeyed lust and unbridled confidence.

Groaning lowly at your voice floating to his ears, Nanami pushed his hips up carefully into the plushy tissue of your cheek. “Fuck sweetheart. Gunna kill me if you keep looking like that.”

Rolling a half-hearted laugh out, all you could do was free his leaky cock from his boxers. You’d always enjoyed the fact your husband had a pretty dick. A perfectly pink tip faded into a tan shaft with a base covered in blond curls nestled neatly kept.

“Let me help you relax.”

Slooowly licking a long stripe up the underside of Nanami’s cock, you watch as those beautifully heavy eyes roll back. Every vein pulsed beneath your hand as you spit on the gummy head; watching it trickle down before taking each inch in your mouth.

With every bob of your head, your husband let his hands roam into your hair. “Yeahhh…jus’ like that.”

Gurgled sounds of skin on skin reverberated across the living room area. Heady praises and quiet moans fill the space that the other noises miss.

Your lips stretched painfully over the wide circumference, burning with each breath stealing hit to the back of your throat.

Moaning quietly at his tone, the vibrations hugging his cock does him in. “Jesus baby, s-slow down.” Tugging on your roots to lift you up, Nanami tried his best to keep you clean.

To no avail.

Faster than you could move away from Nanami, he was cumming already!

Gauzy white stripes of cum land on your face in various areas. You’d cum so many times on your husband’s face that it only felt right for him to return the favor.

Sliding your hand up and down the length of your husband, you pull your eyes up to watch. “Nanamiii!” With furrowed brows and a slightly agape mouth, Nanami slipped a finger past your lips to watch you roll it between your tongue.

Throwing his head back, a long groan spills out of his throat. “Ohh fuck~!”

As you watched Nanami shiver a bit from aftershock, you reach for a blanket on the side of the couch to clean up. It’ll get cleaned later of course.

With a heaving chest, Nanami closes himself back into his slacks before bending down to press a little kiss to your lips. “You’re ridiculous, I love you.”

Giggling back a “love you more!”

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Suguru is the spirit who lives in your closet that you seem to only get glimpses of.

He’s lived there ever since the building was constructed, being the first tenant of your building. Unfortunately the poor man died from a hit and run just outside the front gates as he was coming home from a grocery trip.

You were scared, at first. Naturally!

Not quite sure if he wanted to harm you or potentially posses you. Suguru would move small nicknacks from their normal spot in your home to mess with you. There were the sounds as well. At night the floors would creak under his weight and send you reeling under the covers.

You’d catch small sights of his slender face if your closet was left cracked. Suguru’s breathy voice echoed throughout your room as he’d whisper your name.

“C’mere~”

“I don’t bite sweetheart~”

Fear eventually turned into a sort of arousal? That would pool within your panties until finally, you couldn’t stand it!

This was your house dammit! No way you were going to listen to some ghost taunt you from the dark corners of your room.

Slipping out of bed, Suguru almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The hem of your sleep shirt barely reached the top of your thighs, the pink and black striped panties you wore, peeking out in the back. “S-Suguru?”

Hesitating to open the door, your heart pounded in your chest. The old door creaked open slowly to reveal the entirety of the monster in your closet. All 7 feet of him with long silky black hair loomed over you, his eyes piercing through you. A glowing purple that you swore could put any overpriced gemstone to shame.

“So she does listen.”

Then you started looking up at him with those big doe eyes. Bass-heavy words hugged your body as Suguru spoke down to you, gliding out of the closet and getting a closer look. Heat singed your cheeks as you reached out to see if he was physical or not.

He Is.

Rigid muscles with scars littering the milky white skin met your wandering touch. Embarrassingly enough, Suguru could smell the saccharine sweet aroma of your gooey pussy.

A surprised look morphed over the spirit’s face before he laughed hollowly. “Babygirl, don’t you know I’m evil?”

Staring straight up into the purple glowing back at you, your lips pulled into a pout. Crossing your hands over your chest to give your hands something to do.

“But you’re hot!”

AN: I’m writing this because I am in the middle of a bunch of long writes and needed a break. Pray for me

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Hey! How are you? I loved your mafia au, are you going to update the story? Would love to read more of it!💕

Hey!! I’m doing good and I hope you’re doing even better! So this actually made my heart melt, because I hate the way I wrote my mafia au.

However just because you asked this i’m either going to re-write the first chapter a bit or just simply continue with what I have. Thank you so much! 💗💗

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You had been in a horrible mood all day.

The kind of agitated state that left you grumbling under your breath when something didn’t go the way you wanted it to. Poor Suguru couldn’t even get a word or two in before you were biting his head off for even daring to speak around you!

There genuinely wasn’t any reason you could come up with for being such a debbie downer at the moment.

Your day before had been normal, you didn’t wake up with an ache anywhere, it was a little gloomy but you liked the rain, and Suguru was as supportive as ever.

So why were you in such a bad mood?

Well, Suguru knew.

You just needed some good dick!

Embarrassing as it sounds, Suguru had been super busy lately and hasn’t had the chance to properly take care of his girl. He knew how pent up you’d get if he didn’t help you release some of that sexual frustration.

It was kinda cute!

Your husband absolutely was NOT shy when asking for sex.

If he wanted you sprawled over the bed then you better believe he’d manhandle you into position, but lately you’ve seemed to have an insatiable hunger for him. But what man in their right mind would complain about their precious little wife needing them to break her open?

So that’s exactly what he did!

It took all of 2 seconds for you to be a writhing drooling mess on the couch.

Suguru’s hands had a grip on your thighs as he absolutely demolished your pussy. Every calculated thrust had your cervix tingling with an intoxicating pain which made you beg for more.

It didn’t matter how girthy your husband’s cock was when your cunt was this wet! Slick oozed in fat sticky globs down from your hole to the pillow nestled under your back. The inner parts of your thighs were sopping wet with arousal, and each connection had the man’s “v” line glistening.

As corny as it sounds, you genuinely were wet enough down there to have a personal waterpark open 24/7 for the one and only Suguru Geto.

“Y-Yes! Fuuck~” Moaning would be an understatement as a description to how you sound.

Ecstasy boiled violently in your veins and spewed out in your words while you reached for anything to hold on to.

“God-fuck! don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Awe.

Don’t worry.

Suguru wasn’t stopping anytime soon!

He had easily brought you to two mind tingling orgasms within the first few minutes of being inside you.

Drool spilled from the corners of your mouth—an invitation for Suguru’s calloused fingers to bury deep in your throat.

“Such a nasty girl, baby!” Snickering down at you, Suguru couldn’t help himself. “All that attitude because this pussy was missing my cock? Oh i’m flattered really.”

A lazy smile graced your spit soaked lips as you pulled your husband impossibly closer.

It was times like this that Suguru knew your body was made for him. The tips of his fingers seemed to trigger new responses from your body no matter where he touched.

“M-More. Need s’more!” While missionary was clearly working for you, something just wasn’t clicking. However, with a husband like yours, he knew how to toss and turn your body to fuck the deepest parts of you.

Pulling his weeping cock out of your pussy for a split second, you’re on your knees before you knew it. The gummy head of the older man’s cock nudged its way between your lower lips as he bent you into a slope. Sweat rolled down your lower back as his dick pummeled inside once more.

Gritting his teeth, Suguru swore he felt your lips sucking the life from his cock. “So needy. Giving you everything I have and it just isn’t good enough for you hmm?”

Shaking your head the best you can, a strangled moan splits from your throat. “NO! No it’s-shitt~perfect!”

Your husband lived to please his wife.

He didn’t play when it came to that wedding band sat tightly around his ring finger.

Whatever you wanted you got!

Sex was the perfect example of this clearly, because seeing you so mushy brained and happy to be stirred up by Suguru was the ultimate goal.

We’re “bad days” really that bad if this is how they end?

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Satoru Gojo with his…slightly, depressed wife who has episodes!

Satoru adored his wife, in every way possible and more. You were the center of his world, and everything he did revolved around you. In his eyes there was nothing wrong with the beautiful woman who he had fallen in love with.

Except you knew better.

You hid them well in the beginning. Only allowing your mind and body the space to process emotions when Satoru would be away from home for long periods of time. Depression dwelled in the lowest pits of your body and consumed your being more often than you’d care to admit. Episodes would come every now and then, but never as hard as they did in the winter.

Satoru slowly became aware of the increasingly complex situations. How your mind would cultivate cruel thoughts targeted at yourself and whether or not you were worthy of the things you had around you. It broke his heart into a million pieces to see his sweetheart’s smile dwindle away until ultimately disappearing for days on end.

So when your husband came home from a long working day, he’d creep into the dark bedroom you share—to hold you.

To prove that he loved you.

Chasing away any terrifying thoughts that might offer a window of opportunity to doubt yourself. To chase away the fear of his vows being some empty promise he never intended to keep.

He’d ease down into the bed carefully as not to startle you. “I’m home sweetheart.” Gingerly sweeping wild hair from your forehead to peck at the soft skin.

Tears would run down your face at the slightest touch. Warm, crystal-clear trails that warmed your cold exterior. “Hi.”

“How was your day?” Satoru’s voice soothed the ache within your chest, swimming into your throat. His hand swiped flat warm stripes down your side offering a silent invitation to sink into him. And you take it.

In the stillness of your bedroom, the rustling of sheets sounds louder than you wanted it too. In a short few moves, you’re tucked tightly into Satoru’s chest with his shirt balled loosely within your hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I’m like this.” The words are painful coming out. They’re horribly scratchy with a tinge of insanity hidden behind the syllables.

Two solid. Strong. Reliable arms are tied around your waist. His lips kiss away every tear they can while his fingers smooth the tense muscles of your back. “No, no. You don’t ever need to be sorry for anything. I love you with my entire heart baby, nothing will change that.” You shook under his touch despite the ginger nature of the situation.

“But-“

A firm but still sweet kiss was planted against your lips. “No buts. You are my wife, and I will spend the rest of my life showing you what that means.”

And he followed through with that promise.

Satoru took days off from work, refused to work late more than two nights a week, and any business trips would be done with haste. Hell he even began bringing you to the highschool with him! “My students would love you, not more than me of course.” His voice always held a mischievous tone but the sugary sweet smile never once faltered.

Afterall, you were the one woman in his life who held the very key to his heart. He’d be damned if he didn’t protect yours in return.

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Having an older brother like Suguru with a small age gap, meant getting the inside scoop on all his hot college friends!

Why worry about stupid highschool seniors when college athletes were lounging around your house 24/7? You were a big girl now, freshly 18 and practically dying to get some piece of “adult life”!

So of course the second your older brother throws a halloween party at your house, you use the opportunity to shoot your shot!

“Hush baby, don’t want your brother catching us yeah?” beautifully deep words ring in your ears as a pale hand comes to slap over that loud mouth of yours.

Thank God you had swapped your bed frame a few months ago, because with the way Satoru was drilling into you…well let’s just say the old box spring wouldn’t have been so quiet.

He had your eyes rolling so far back into the depths of their sockets you were discovering new solar systems!

Moans came out in forced spurts with every connection of your ass against Satoru’s pelvis. “‘m s-sorry-uh!!” The whiny sound of your apology is muffled through the older man’s thick fingers.

Sadly the brand new silk sheets you had bought a week or two ago were already creaking under how tight they were balled in your fists.

Aww, how cute! Satoru can’t help but leave a trail of kisses down your flushed shoulder. “Can’t really blame you can I? Squeezing me so tight, she ain’t never been fucked this good.”

Thank God for frat parties and older brothers.

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It’s all fun and games having a boyfriend with a big dick until your poor littler bladder can’t handle it!

Satoru was childish as hell in bed. If you asked him to slow down, he’d speed up. He says it’s because he “knows your body better!” than you do. And in many cases he does.

However, the first time you ever felt the urge to piss yourself during sex, you never expected Satoru to keep going!

“S-satoru wait! ‘m gonna pee, please baby i’m serious, stop!” Your voice was breathy from moaning and whimpering nonstop for the last 20 minutes. The achy feeling of your poor pussy being stretched had disappeared a few seconds only to be replaced with an uncomfortable feeling of what only you can describe as having to..go pee?

Looking up, Satoru has a stupidly toothy grin plastered on his face. “Awe, what’s that? My dick isn’t that big and we both know it.”

And as if the feeling couldn’t get any worse, one heavy palm pressed down incessantly against your bladder. Your eyes widen as you feel yourself unable to keep it in, nails ripping crescents into Satoru’s forearms. Warm liquid spills from the corners of your cunt until finally the man behind you moves out, only to have his sheets splotched with your juices.

“Oh..’m so sorry.” Slapping your hand over your mouth, you push to get away from the mess you’d just made. Embarrassed was an understatement. For the first time ever during sex, you wished the earth would crack open and swallow you whole.

A pretty little “o” is molded on Satoru’s lips, his chest heaving as his v-line glistens. “It’s..kinda hot not gonna lie..”

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The best part of late night studying in Satoru’s dorm, wasn’t necessarily the extra help with coursework. Quite the opposite actually!

While sure you enjoyed being able to ace your tests on first try, it still wasn’t what you looked forward to the most.

For you…it was the part you weren’t awake for.

When Satoru would peak his head up from a thick textbook only to see you dozed off. He never blamed you for being tired, college was hard!

Slipping out of his chair quietly, a giggle vibrated from his throat as he pulled his phone out to snap a quick picture of you. Actually, the man has a folder in his phone specifically for when you fell asleep. He had never actually shown you these pictures, though. A man has to have some secrets right?

Ever so gently he would wrap his arms around you and move your sleeping form over to his bed. You’d stir against his chest with nothing more than a whisper of his name, and he’d pull the covers over you both.

“Shh baby, go back to sleep.”

And you would.

Even subconsciously Satoru had a way with your heart and mind, easing whatever unwanted tension that might arouse. The gentle understanding that he had you always and you wouldn’t ever have to worry about a thing with him.

Two calloused hands rub every inch of skin they could reach. These were Satoru’s favorite moments. You were so small when you slept, especially curled up against his torso with your head over his heart.

“Love you, sleepyhead.” Pecking your hair with a kiss, Satoru would settle down and fall asleep alongside you.

So no, you may not be awake for your favorite time of late night studying. But, when you woke up with a well rested conscious and whatever squeaky ache you went to bed with gone…there was no way you’d complain.