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“Satoru? Are you okay?”
It’s a rainy Friday evening, the sky immersed with dark clouds. From your view on the thirtieth floor of your condominium, the city lights blend into a gradient of multiple colours due to the damp atmosphere and constant drizzle. You had a day off from missions so you decided to catch up on some chores before settling down in bed to watch some episodes of that one true crime documentary. Satoru wouldn’t be home again for another three days given that he had a mission in Seoul.
Or that’s what you thought.
You were in the middle of washing the last set of dishes when you were startled by the large pair of arms wrapping themselves around your waist. You feel the familiar warmth of his body on your back through the thin fabric of your nightgown. You didn’t hear him coming in, which is unusual, because your husband always announces his arrival with a deafening Honey! I’m back from war! earning you glares from your neighbours the following morning when you all leave for work.
“ Hello? Satoru? Did you finish the mission early?”
He doesn’t answer at first, instead, nuzzling his nose along the side of your neck before trailing kisses down to your shoulder. He pauses, slightly hovering over the thin spaghetti strap, before using his teeth to softly bite on it and drag it off your shoulder. You blush as he starts to place sloppier kisses from your neck to your shoulder.
“Finished it early,” he mumbles against your skin. “Only a few grade-one curses.”
Only a few grade-one curses. You smile to yourself. Only he can say something like that as if it were an afterthought.
You’re done with the dishes now, turning the tap off and drying your hands before turning around to face him and finding that his blindfold has long been taken off. You are taken aback by Satoru’s face, his blue eyes are not really focused on anything but at the same time, solely focused on you. His face is slightly flushed and he’s starting to pant a little now. You bring the back of your hand to his forehead and are shocked by how fast his skin is heating up against yours.
“Love, are you sick?” you ask him softly. “You’re literally burning.”
He doesn’t respond as he stares at you with this enamoured look on his face. You are about to ask him again before he cradles your face in his hands and locks his lips against yours. It’s slow yet sensual and intense, and you feel your breath being stolen away every time he moves his lips. He pulls back slightly, staring into your eyes again with his hazy blues. His lips are swollen and slightly red. He is flushed all the way up to the tip of his ears and you feel a familiar warmth build up at your core.
He looks fucking delicious, and you would devour him right here in the kitchen if your gut wasn’t telling you something was slightly off at the moment.
“Satoru, did something happen during the mission?”
He’s kissing and licking your neck as he speaks. “‘M fine,” he mumbles before moving to that one spot right under your ear. He softly sucks on it before giving it a kiss, causing you to shiver a little. “Just want you . Want you so fuckin’ bad”
That answers nothing, you think, as you tilt your head a bit to give him more access to the soft skin. You don’t push any further, as you figured he’s not in the mood to talk about it. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place while kissing your jaw before moving back to your lips. You start running your fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp, causing him to groan quietly.
“Fuck,” he mutters, before gliding his large hands down to the back of your thighs. He firmly grips them, causing you to gasp against his mouth.
“Jump.”
You do as he says, and he maneuvers you until your legs are locked around his waist, fingers brushing the silver chain on your ankle. He locks his gaze with yours as he slowly starts grinding you against his growing hard-on. You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck to balance yourself. The both of you are now groaning and gasping into each other’s mouths as he starts to grind harder into you. You aren’t wearing any underwear under the nightgown, and you notice a damp patch starting to form on Satoru’s work pants as you continue grinding on each other and making out. Much to your embarrassment, he notices it too, holding you tight against him so you won’t squirm away. Resting his forehead against yours, he looks down at where both of you are pressed down with each other. You notice that he’s panting harder, his breath coming out in short, hot puffs.
“So wet,” he whispers. “Just for me?”
Your breath hitches when he finally looks back up at you. He sounds so serious, unlike his usual teasing tone. His eyes are blown out to the point where you can barely even see the blue in them anymore.
"Yeah," you whisper back. "Just for you. Only for you."
He looks absolutely fucked out already, but after your sweet confirmation, his pupils dilate by a fraction more as his gaze darkens. You feel yourself getting wetter as you cling to him when he starts walking towards your shared bedroom. Satoru keeps kissing your neck and collarbones, while occasionally biting at the sensitive skin. You know you will be waking up to hickeys that will need covering up before your shift, but you don't find it in yourself to actually complain.
When you get to the bedroom, Satoru gently kicks the door open while still kissing you all over your neck and lips. He's still quiet, but the look of lust mixed in with an abundance of love dispels any concerns you had at the moment. He gently lays you down on the bed, staring at you in awe at your hair splayed out on the bed like a halo, framing your beautiful face. The sight of you looking at him with just as much passion, chest heaving from the earlier warmup as well as anticipation, fuels the fire in him even further.
Your tits are barely concealed by your nightgown, with both straps having fallen off your shoulders on your way to the bedroom. You are about to push it off completely before Satoru stops you, holding your wrists firmly. He’s licking his lips slightly, focused on the way your chest slightly jiggles with every breath you take.
“Let me,” he whispers hoarsely, the sound of his voice making your core pulse.
Kissing the ring on your finger, he lets go of your hands before moving his hands to the neckline of your nightgown. He tugs the fabric upwards and at the sides until it’s tightly stretched over your tits. Your nipples are poking through the thin silk and you feel the warmth of Satoru’s breath on them, given how close his face is. For a moment, he stays there, admiring your chest. Embarrassed again, you are about to speak up, when he suddenly latches on to your right nipple, firmly locking his lips around it. You gasp, bringing your hands up to his scalp again, scratching lightly as he swirls and swipes at the sensitive bud with his tongue. You feel the cloth around your nipple getting soaked with his spit as he gives it one last hard suck before letting it go with a pop. He then repeats his actions with the left one, all while giving both tits firm squeezes periodically.
At this point, you are craving a lot more, despite the fact that your nipples are starting to feel a little sore. You pat his head gently to grab his attention, and he stops what he’s doing to look at you.
He looks love-drunk. You’ve barely done anything, yet he looks so drunk on you.
You hold eye contact, as you push your nightgown further down, slowly. Your chest is fully revealed before his face and he looks down to see your skin glowing with sweat and his saliva. Satoru feels himself get painfully harder, but wills himself to hold off for a bit longer.
“Satoru,” you almost mumble. “More, please?”
Satoru lets out a shaky breath as he cups your tits again, flattening his tongue as he gives fast, broad licks to your right nipple. You moan a little from the heightened sensitivity as he presses his tongue firmly against the bud before sucking hard. This makes you keen as you push your chest further into his face. He tugs the nipple with his lips before letting go, a string of spit connecting with your bud. He kisses it before moving to do the same with the neglected left bud.
It’s all so lewd, the way he is moving today. Usually, Satoru thrives off of teasing you. Taking his time, getting you all riled up before having you come undone several times. Today, however, he is desperate. Almost as if he cannot get enough of you, despite him literally devouring you with every single touch he sears across your skin.
And you love it. Savouring the moment every single time it happens, because there’s something about the way Satoru fucks when he gets desperate. He becomes a whiny mess, but there’s also something primal about the way he fucks you. All you know is that save for the safeword, there is nothing stopping him tonight.
Now you’re really curious as to what had got him so worked up today.
Satoru is relentless with his ministrations, and you start bucking your hips upward to make an attempt at grinding against his rock-hard boner. He notices this and snakes his hands down to grab your hips hard, holding you still. He then bites down on your nipple, hard, and you arch your back up when you cry out. You look down to find him glaring at you already. Something about how his eyes are focused on you makes you shiver slightly.
“Let me,” he rasps again. “Let me take care of you tonight. Please.”
You swallow and nod a little, anticipation building up in your core. Satoru places a few kisses in between your tits, before moving downwards. He finally pulls the nightgown off your body, throwing it behind his back to god knows where in the room. Slowly pressing his hot tongue all the way to your belly button, he starts placing sloppy kisses on the surrounding skin before biting and sucking to leave a path of bruises. You gasp, knowing what’s coming next, and you feel slick leaking from your pussy and onto the sheets below you.
When his hands come in between your thighs, your legs part and spread easily, giving him an unrestricted view of just how soaked you are for him. He slowly traces his middle finger up and down your folds, causing you to shudder and bite your lip. A moan escapes your mouth when Satoru presses down and rubs circles on your clit with his thumb at the same time he slips his middle finger inside.
“‘Toru,” you whine. “Don’t tease.”
He stares down at you below him, so nicely spread out and wet just for him. Your skin is glowing in the dim light of the bedside lamp, and your nipples are red and shining with his spit. He watches his finger glide in and out of you before adding another finger in with ease. You part your swollen lips to moan lowly at the intrusion, feeling his fingers curling and brushing against your sweet spot.
Satoru moves down your body, adjusting one of your thighs so that it’s resting on one of his shoulders while hooking his arm around it. He places kisses on your inner thigh as he starts to increase the pace of his fingers. You moan louder when you feel yourself being pushed closer to the edge as he curls and scissors his fingers precisely against that one spot. Suddenly, he adds a third finger in as he bites your thigh and you gush around his fingers with a sharp cry, hips twitching from the sudden orgasm.
He makes eye contact with you once you’ve calmed down and brings his fingers to his mouth, lewdly licking and sucking your cum off of them. His lips are shining with your essence and he looks intoxicated with the taste of it. He pops the last finger out of his mouth before surprising you by pushing the back of your thighs so that your knees meet your chest.
“S-Satoru? What are you-”
“I’m gonna take good care of you,” he mumbles to himself. His lips are so close to your pussy, hot breath fanning over the already clenching hole. “I love you so, so much.”
You couldn’t even get your “I love you, too” in before he dives down to lick a broad strip from your hole to your clit.
“Oh, my fu- ngh , Satoru!”
He pays you no mind, though, lost in his own world. He’s lapping at your opening, tongue firmly parting your folds, like a starved man. His chin and cheeks are shining with you since you’re practically leaking at this point. You try to muffle the loud moans threatening to leave your mouth because the walls weren’t thick enough. However, this only pushes him to double down on his ministrations. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucks hard and starts swirling his tongue around it. This causes you to grab his hair with one hand and grab the sheets with the other in order to stabilize yourself, as much as you can.
Your vision is dotted with white and you feel your second orgasm approach rapidly. The wet smacking sounds of his lips against your pussy, make your cheeks burn and you’re turned on even more than ever. He then starts fucking you with his tongue, causing your eyes to roll back a little. You want to squirm away, easing yourself from the crash of pleasure you’re about to feel, but Satoru has you locked in with this position. He’s not relenting either, so drunk on your pussy, that all you can do is simply take it as he devours you.
You’re cumming with a gasp and wail shortly after, and Satoru catches it all with his tongue, slurping and lapping loudly at your release. He lets go of your thighs, placing them back on his shoulders. His mouth, however, is still attached to your core, and you start to feel slightly overstimulated.
“‘Toru,” you plead, still gasping from the orgasm. “‘Toru, please , it’s t-too much.”
“One more with my mouth baby,” he pleads back. “One more, just for me? Please?”
You can’t really say no to that, you think. He’s begging so nicely for you that you feel a new wave of arousal washing over you. You can’t bring yourself to deny him when he’s so desperate, so you just nod.
He starts eating you out again, and this time you moan freely, not caring about disturbing the neighbours anymore. You’re extremely sensitive at this point, and your third orgasm is coming a lot faster than your first two. Satoru senses it this time, and he takes your hand that’s slipping off his head and places it back on top, silently asking you to keep pulling.
That ends up doing it for you. Your breath catches in your throat before you let out a loud, drawn-out moan. Your fingers are fisting into his hair tightly, holding him into place as you swivel your hips up, down, and in circles, as you grind your clit against his tongue. He moans with you as he watches you cum, eyes filled with hearts as he watches your sexy expressions as you come undone.
You are shuddering all over as he cleans you up with his tongue again. A whine escapes your lip as he places one last loving kiss on your overstimulated clit. He then starts kissing upwards from your hips, sternum, both of your nipples, and neck, before finally reaching your lips.
His lips are moving in tandem with yours again. Tongue sweeping against your bottom lip before dancing with your own. You taste yourself on him, making your body heat up even more than you thought possible. He’s sucking on your bottom lip again, panting into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.
Satoru is beautiful. That goes without saying, obviously. However, no one gets to see him like this. Chest heaving, lips were swollen red, and skin flushed a pretty shade of pink and you haven’t even done anything to him yet.
“Satoru,” you coo into his lips, wrapping your legs around his hips. “You’re so good to me, baby.”
He moans quietly at the slight praise along with you starting to grind onto him again. You feel his clothed cock painfully straining against his uniform slacks against your cunt. Slightly gasping into his ear before nipping at his lobe, you feel the way he ruts into you, mindlessly whining as he searches for more contact.
“I know, love,” you shush, tightening your legs, even more, to still his movements. “But it’s my turn to take care of you now m’kay?”
With that, you use your strength to flip him, straddling his lap as you look down at him with a soft smile. He’s staring up at you, taking in the litter of bruises starting to form on your neck, to the swell of your breasts and pointy nipples, all the way down to your soaked pussy. You look like a goddess; his goddess.
He thinks he might cum on the spot.
Satoru is in a trance as he watches you take his jacket and undershirt off, moving on command as you push the sleeves off of him. You then move downwards to pull his pants and boxers down, leaving his hard cock to bounce out and stiffly lay on his stomach, precum already oozing out a little.
“‘Toru,” you call out, snapping him out of his daze. Blue eyes lock in with yours as you reach a hand down to push his white bangs off of his forehead. You bring that same hand down to cradle his cheek and he leans into it, placing a chaste kiss on the heel of your palm.
“Baby, I want you to trust me and be a little patient, okay?” He nods at this. He’d blow up half of the planet if you asked him to right now.
“And one last thing,” you say, pinning him with an intense, yet unreadable look. He swallows, dick twitching against his abs at your tone.
“No hands.”
After he nods, placing his hands by his sides and fisting the sheets, you smile again, bending down to place a light kiss on his lips before moving to his ear to whisper good boy . You hear his breath hitching in his throat as you start kissing and licking at his neck.
While Satoru usually prefers to be the dominant one, being one to enjoy teasing and making a mess out of you, he loves it just as much when you hold the reins because your sweet words mixed in with your slight sadism is just the perfect amount of torturous pleasure for him.
And you know it’s cruel, disrupting his course of action right now, especially when he’s so pent up. He’s looking up at you with that same desperation again, but it spurs you on more.
You’ll give him the reins back soon. After you’ve had your fun, at least.
You move your way down from his neck to his chest. You gaze at the pendant of the thin, silver chain lovingly; the simple star frame encasing a small baby blue stone. One that matches the charm that your ankle currently adorns. Fingers tracing along the ridges of his muscles, before making their way to flick his left nipple. You kiss the other nipple before lightly sucking it into your mouth. He’s whimpering and you notice his hands fisting the sheets harder.
Such a good boy.
You reward him by twisting his nipple as hard as possible, causing him to cry.
“Ah- ngh ! P-please!”
His back slightly arches off the bed, and you lightly push him back down. You chuckle at how he squirms and writhes below you. “Sorry ‘Toru,” you say while gently rubbing the nipple you just abused. “Let me kiss it better, yeah?”
Moving your head over, you press light kisses on the nipple before using your tongue to trace wet circles around it. You admire the way both nipples are a pretty shade of pink, slowly transitioning to a shade of red from all your torment. You hear him pant above you as you start trailing your kisses downwards.
Bringing a finger down, you trace his abs, feeling the way his muscles twitch under your touch. You keep pressing wet kisses down his stomach until you’re faced with his twitching length. The tip flushed and overflowed with precum, and you can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. You look up and connect your gaze with him while you place an open-mouthed kiss on his slit. His hips instinctively jerk upwards, and you pin them back down before placing another kiss. This time, you start giving the head kitten licks, collecting the precum on your tongue.
“Oh shit, ” he moans brokenly above you. “Baby, more .”
You take his length in your hand and spit on it, spreading the mixture of both your fluids as you pump him slowly, up and down. He’s dying to fuck your hand, to rock his hip upwards to the rhythm you’re working on him with. He knows better than to do that though, so he mainly focuses on gritting his teeth and not cumming too soon.
Which almost fails because soon after, you swallow his entire cock down until it hits the back of your throat. You allow yourself to take a moment and accustom yourself to his girth, slowly swallowing around the entire length. Satoru is moaning and swearing shamelessly above you. His eyes are closed while his brows are furrowed from the hot pleasure he’s receiving.
You can tell he’s about to cum soon. His knuckles are white and the sheets between his fingers look like they’re close to ripping. His breathing is erratic as if he’s gasping for air and his head is thrashing from side to side. The vision before you makes the ache in your jaw a lot more bearable as you begin to swirl your tongue hotly around the length of his cock. The tight suction of your lips mixed in with the feeling of the wet muscle on his dick already has him reeling, but then he made the grave mistake of opening his eyes to watch what was happening.
There are fat tears running down your cheeks and your skin is flushed until the swell of your breasts. There is drool seeping out of the corners of your mouth as you continue to bob up and down on his cock. The obscene sound of you slurping on his cock has his head feeling fuzzy and he almost shouts when your sinfully plump lips move even further down to suck one of his balls into your mouth.
He’s about to cum, his nerves are tingling and he’s seeing sparks of light under his eyelids. His cock is spasming every time your lips pop off the head. Just a little more and he’ll tip over the edge.
He doesn’t want to cum like this though. He needs to hold you right now.
Satoru starts whining out of protest and writhing his hips. You ignore him for a few seconds before pulling yourself off of him one last time. You already know what he’s thinking, especially when he’s shamelessly thrusting his hips into the air. The tip of his cock is so flushed, you’re almost sure that it hurts for him. Bringing your hand, you start pumping his length softly and lean into his ear.
“Does my pretty ‘Toru wanna cum?” You whisper while placing soft kisses on that spot under his ear. He’s shuddering as he nods his head furiously.
“ Please , baby. Please let me cum in your pretty pussy. Need to fuck you so bad.”
He exhales sharply when you let go of him. You shush him before he starts protesting again by placing a finger on his soft, pillowy lips while kissing his cheeks and temple. To your surprise, he takes the finger on his lips and sucks it into his mouth. You watch as he makes eye contact with you and swirls his tongue around your finger before bobbing his mouth on it, imitating what you were doing to his cock just moments before.
At this point, you’re done teasing. You want him just as badly as he does and there’s no point in dragging his torture any longer. Slowly, you pull your finger out of his mouth, trying not to get too distracted by the shiny line of drool breaking off from his lips. Trailing your lips back to the shell of his ear, you softly whisper the words he had been dying to hear, granting him permission for him to finally do what he wanted even before he came home to you.
“Alright Satoru, it’s your turn n-”
Before you can finish your sentence, he has you squealing and flipped over so that you’re on your back and he’s on top of you again. It was so fast, you have a feeling that his powers might’ve been involved. He leans down while pushing your thighs until your knees are almost touching your chest. When he rests your calves on his shoulders, you can’t help but blush when he kisses your anklet, eyes immediately flitting towards the matching chain on his neck. However, before you can make a flirty comment about it his lips are crashing into yours again.
This time, there is hunger in the way he licks into your mouth and around your tongue. Kisses like this always took your breath away because it always felt like he was eating you alive. You moan into his mouth as both of your tongues swirl together, causing spit to smear across both your chins.
Suddenly, you feel him swiping the tip of his cock from your clit down to your entrance. With your body folded in half, there’s not much to do except take in the way he devours your mouth and the wetness of both his precum and your pussy allowing his tip to slide up and down tantalizingly. You can only moan into each other’s mouths in pure lust.
Satoru pulls away from you a bit, letting go of your lips with a pop . At the same time, he also stops teasing you, finally aligning himself at your opening. He looks into your eyes lovingly and smiles at you before pressing his forehead against yours and starts pushing his tip into you. Both of you are panting at the intrusion as your walls wrap around his thickness so sinfully.
Once he’s bottomed out, he closes his eyes for a moment to simply relish the feeling of being connected to you in such an intimate way. You watch his expressions in awe, turned on by the way he openly yearns for contact with you, that you end up clenching down on him, hard.
Both of you didn’t expect what ended up happening next. At the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly, Satoru’s eyes shoot open to meet yours as he lets out the most broken, deranged moan you ever heard. His hips start stuttering and messily grinding into you, and before you can even process what’s happening, you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up.
“ Fuck, fuck baby,” Satoru pants. His face is so red and his eyebrows are furrowed with frustration. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
Pulling him down to seal his apologies with your lips, you move your legs around so that they are firmly wrapped around his waist, ensuring that he doesn’t pull out. Sucking on his bottom lip, you start grinding your hips in a clockwise motion, which allows you to feel his cock nudging at your sweet spot with every swivel. Bolts of pleasure shoot through you as you feel your clit rub against his pubic bone.
“Mmh, Satoru,” you call out as you gasp and let out a sultry whine. “Love your cock so much. You fill me up so nicely.”
Satoru can only gape at you in fascination. The way you move your hips has him hypnotized and your eyes are hooking him in like a siren’s call. He watches the way you bite your lip and gasp as you throw your head back. You’re so lost in pleasuring yourself on his cock that, despite having let out a load just now, he feels himself get painfully hard again.
His perfect wife. His little minx.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know,” he breathes out, which only makes you smile and wink at him. Holding your hips firmly, he stills your movements. He then grabs onto your legs wrapped around his waist and bends them back to their original position, effectively folding you in half again. This time, he immediately plunges in and starts thrusting at a deep pace causing the both of you to groan loudly into each other's lips. The room is gradually filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping each other, moaning, and the squelching of his cock fucking your wet pussy.
At this point, Satoru is pounding you hard into the mattress. The worrying sounds of the springs and frame creaking are a clear indication of the ruthless way you’re getting dicked down right now. You stopped caring about the headboard of your bed banging against the wall loudly. Fuck your neighbours, at this point . There’s even the possibility of the bed breaking by the end of the night, but you’re not in the right state of mind to be pondering about that. With your position, you can’t move around much so all you can do is take it as he stirs your guts around with his cock. You feel the tip of his cock kiss the delicate opening of your cervix and your eyes roll back into your head as you let out a guttural moan.
Satoru is in no better condition than you. He’s by your ear rambling obscenities as he looks down at where he rocks into your tight, wet heat. There is a white ring at the base of cock from the combination of both of you, and it only turns him on even more.
“That’s right baby,” he pants as he drops his cock into your cunt. “Got s’much love to pump into ya. Gonna fill ya up ‘til you’re leaking all over the sheets. Wanna make a mess outta ya.”
You’re way beyond coming up with intelligible responses. Your tongue is almost lolling out as your body shakes with the rough, almost animalistic thrusts. To make things worse, you feel his tongue licking your throat fervidly before he latches onto that one spot on your neck which has bolts of electricity shooting down to your core. He angles his hips slightly, fucking into your sweet spot now and you know that you are close.
Satoru knows this too because right now, your grip is like a vice and your pussy keeps sucking his cock back in, walls fluttering around him arhythmically. He feels himself reaching his peak for the second time that night, and it’s perfect because tonight he wants to cum with you as much as possible.
Snaking his hand down towards where the both of you are connected, he slowly, but firmly starts thumbing at your poor clit. He feels your breath hitch in your throat, only causing him to suck on the skin harder and increase the pace of his fingers and cock.
“Sa- Satoru ,” you sob, voice raspy with the way you’ve been moaning and screaming. He loves the way you already look so fucked out, knowing he’s not even close to being done with you tonight. “‘M close. Gonna cum.”
“Me too baby,” he moans back, words punctuated with every thrust against that one spot. “Gonna fill you up til you’re stuffed and then fill you up even more . You’re pussy- fuck - is sucking me in so much, I should just stay in here forever.”
Moving his lips back to yours, he kisses you gently while shushing and whispering praises. A complete contradiction to how he ruthlessly fucks into your tight heat. His thrusts are getting sloppier and he starts moaning along with you as his cock starts spasming within your walls.
When he finally cums, he moans loudly with his head thrown back and his eyes rolling back into his skull momentarily. Deeply slamming into you every time he shoots ropes of cum, he looks back down at you and is enraptured with the way you shudder and clench around him from your fourth orgasm that night. Your eyes are sealed shut and your head is thrown back, displaying the litany of bruises that he had previously branded on the skin of your delicate neck. Sitting back on his haunches, still rocking into you, he marvels at the way your tits bounce with every thrust.
You’re coming down from your high as you feel Satoru gradually slowing down inside of you. Opening your eyes, you meet his hazy blues which are still clouded with lust. His skin is fully flushed and glistens with sweat under the low light of your lamp. He wets his swollen, red lips slightly, something that you’ve learned is an indication that things are only beginning between the both of you.
If your brain wasn’t muddled post-orgasm, the sticky sounds of his cock plunging in and out of you would’ve made you self-conscious and overstimulated. However, you can’t help but hyper-fixate on the way he pants and whimpers while being inside of you. At this moment, he looks like an unholy being, more than willing to drag you down into the sinful depths of pleasure.
You’d gladly succumb if it’s with him.
It’s normal for both of you to go for multiple rounds in one night. In fact, when both of you were newlyweds, he made sure to make good use of that one-week honeymoon in Bali. He would almost feel bad for causing the late-night chaos the other resort guests had to hear (or see, if anyone was lucky enough to look up at their balcony at the right time), but he loves his wife too much and the best way he can relay that to you is through loud, nasty sex.
Even now, through his dark, predatory gaze, you see equal amounts of pure adoration and love. You suppose that his devotion to your body and soul is what makes the entire thing that much more intense and pleasurable.
Satoru, as insatiable as he is, still handles you with care when he needs to. He grabs your ankles and gently repositions you so that your bottom half is laying sideways while you’re still looking up at him. He then settles himself behind you so that his hips are flushed against yours. Grinding his hard cock within your walls, he smooths his hand down your thigh before hooking under your knee and pushing it upwards.
This time, he looks down into your eyes, his own blues glimmering with love and desperation to be even closer than you already are. His pace isn’t as fast compared to how you both started, but every stroke is deep and powerful. You gasp at the way the veins on his cock bump against every single ridge within your pussy so deliciously.
Leaning down, he captures your lips with his for the umpteenth time that night. Your tongues dance against each other slowly as he passionately swallows every gasp and moan that you elicit. His mouth trails further down before noisily latching onto your nipple again, languidly sucking and pulling the erected bud into his mouth as he rocks into you. His long, white eyelashes flutter as he closes his eyes while savouring this moment of pure lovemaking with you, satisfied to finally gain the contact he has yearned for as of late.
You long have forgotten your initial concerns regarding your husband’s behaviour tonight. Seeing Satoru at peace and immensely in love with you has your heart warming up and thrumming against your chest. You can always ask him the following morning if you remember after the way he’s fucked you dumb, that is.
It’s not long until both of you reach your peaks again. You bring your fingers down to rub your clit in tight circles. Noticing this, Satoru lets go of your abused nipple and makes his way back to locking your lips together. His grasp on your thighs tightens as he starts to pound harder into you. Finally, after a few moments, he groans loudly as he thrusts so deep into you that his balls are flushed against your ass, and releases a heavy load of cum into your battered cunt. He holds you close as you shudder and cum yet again, the aftershocks of pleasure making you stutter and gasp with your eyes rolled back.
You’re both panting hard, but there is a dopey smile on your face. For as much as you miss Satoru during his oversea missions, he always made up the lost time with you in every way possible. He’s always made it his personal mission to make sure you were sated in every sense. However, when you try to get up from the bed (as much as your wobbly legs would let you) to clean yourself up, you feel his strong arms drag you back into his embrace and his still-hard cock.
“Satoru,” you start, disbelief evident in your tone along with a tinge of fatigue. “You can’t possibly-”
Before you could finish your sentence, he presses two fingers between your lips. You turn your head to frown at him but still take them in your mouth, tongue swirling between each finger. You try to ignore the throbbing from your core when he hisses in your ear from your actions. Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he places them in his and sucks and wets them even further before letting go of them. You gasp when you feel them easily slide into your overstimulated pussy, pumping in and out easily.
“Baby,” he rasps into your ear. “I didn’t say I was done yet, did I?”
***
When you wake up, rays of sunlight filter through your curtains and dance across your bare body. You try to get up from the enticingly soft sheets of your bed, but instantly feel the heaviness of your limbs preventing you from doing so. Immediately, your mind recalls everything that happened last night, causing your face to positively burn from all the perverted memories.
Satoru was strong, no doubt, but he managed to surprise you last night with his prowess as he maneuvered and bent your body in every imaginable position. He went from giving you harsh backshots against your large bedroom windows to having you suspended in the air somehow as he fucked into you like his own personal fleshlight. However, despite his seemingly rough treatment (your numb bottom half is screaming in agreement), all that ever left his lips were praises and declarations of his undying love for you.
Not to mention him carrying forward his plan to fill you to the max with his thick cum. In the fleeting moments of consciousness during your post-coital euphoria, you vaguely remember him spending quite a bit of time cleaning you up down there. With his tongue .
You wouldn’t be surprised if he got you pregnant after last night.
At least, with the aroma of baked cinnamon and coffee finally reaching your nose, you know he kept his word about taking care of you. Just as you’re about to attempt to get out of bed again, Satoru comes in through the bedroom door with a plate of glazed cinnamon rolls and your mug, filled with coffee, in his hands. Seeing you halfway off the bed has his jovial smile dropping and in place a concerned look forms on his face.
“(Name), my love,” he tuts, immediately walking over to your side and setting the food down on the nightstand. He sits down at the foot of your bed, gently taking a leg into his big hands and rubbing soothing circles into your sore muscles. “You should’ve called me when you woke up.”
“Well,” you snort. “I wanted to join you myself but I wasn’t expecting to be put temporarily out of commission like this.”
Usually, you’d expect Satoru to quip back at your remarks. However, right now, he only blushes and averts his eyes from your gaze as he continues massaging your calves.
“Are you okay?” he breathes. “Is anything hurting? I called Yaga earlier this morning so that he could cancel your-”
“ Satoru .”
You stretch your arms out as a wordless invitation and he immediately brings himself forward to wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace. With you, Infinity is always turned off, allowing you to directly touch him like he wants. Looking down at his face, your heart melts with the way his cheek is smushed against your chest and his beautiful, vulnerable eyes look up at you so earnestly. His plump lips are twisted into an expectant pout and you force yourself to not childishly poke at them with your fingers. Despite the both of you being almost thirty, there’s still an innocent, boyish aura that surrounds your husband, especially in moments like these.
You just love him so much.
Carding your fingers through his soft, white locks, you push his bangs out of his forehead’s way. You bend down and place a kiss on the pale skin there and tune into how he sighs against the warmth of your soft lips. Trailing down, you kiss the bridge of his nose and when his eyes flutter shut, you kiss both eyelids as gently as possible. Finally, you reach his lips and kiss him oh so softly that he almost feels a lump start to form in his throat. Once you part your lips away from his, you start rubbing his back slowly as you look at him with an expectant look in your eyes.
“My love,” you whisper. “Talk to me.”
Satoru is really starting to feel that lump swell unpleasantly. As much as he wants to shy away, he also understands how much you appreciate it when he’s being honest with you about his feelings. You take care of him so well, he sometimes wonders if someone like him deserves you at all.
“I missed you.” It’s almost lost in the air when he says it so quietly. The arms around you tighten a fraction more.
“I missed you too,” you whisper back, pecking his forehead again. “Satoru. Something happened during the mission, didn’t it?”
At his silence, you immediately berate yourself for pestering him with questions already. However, the sound of his voice halts the apology that is about to leave the tip of your tongue.
“There was actually a special-grade on-site,” Satoru starts. His voice is still hushed and he almost sounds guilty for not mentioning it to you last night when you initially asked. However, you keep rubbing soothing circles around his shoulder blade, encouraging him to continue.
“The report said that the man who lived in the apartment where my mission was located at committed, um, suicide,” he continues, not before gulping. “Apparently he went through a brutal divorce with his ex-wife. He left a note behind talking about how he still loves her and how he regrets everything that happened before ending off with saying how he couldn’t live without her”
You hum at this piece of information. “I’m assuming that whatever curse was there had something to do with what remained of that man, yeah?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” he confirms. “Exorcising the curse itself was extremely easy, but its domain is what warrants its special-grade status.”
At this, he trails off, and his arms are squeezing you as close to him as possible. It’s almost like he’s scared that you will disappear at any given moment, leaving him alone in this dreadful world.
“It-” he starts again, his voice strained. He takes a deep breath and tries again. “It messes with your brain so that you experience everything he went through, but as yourself…with your loved one.”
As soon as he said the last part, you immediately understood what he went through. Your heart aches heavily for the man in your arms. The same man who is revered as the strongest sorcerer of the generation; he who is expected to act as an apathetic human war machine at the hands of the wretched Jujutsu society, because god forbid if Satoru Gojo wasn’t on their side in the grand scheme of things.
This same man is your husband , visibly shaken up at the mere possibility of losing you just because he experienced it through a curse’s wicked illusions.
You are very much aware of his past, and you know that he has experienced losing people that he loved before. In your line of work, it’s only normal to expect as such, especially with the added threat of being involved with someone of his calibre. In fact, such a possibility was the main reason why he denied his feelings for you for a while, trying to be as distant as possible from you. However, this is different.
He’s scared of you eventually falling out of love with him.
“Satoru,” you finally call out, gently scratching his scalp just the way he likes it. You hear him sigh against the swell of your chest, eyes downcast. “Satoru, look at me for a second.”
He looks up at you, sad blue eyes like jagged crystals lock in with yours. You could only give him a reassuring smile before continuing.
“I don’t plan on leaving you anytime soon,” you say, lightly chuckling. “Don’t think you can get rid of me so easily.”
Satoru only half-smiles. “He’s literally just like me though. Always leaving his wife behind because he has to go to work. Sometimes he won’t be back for days. It only makes sense that she got frustrated and left.”
“I haven’t experienced this curse firsthand,” you say, cradling his head against your chest. “But you are infinitely different because you never fail to remind me how much you love me. Actually, in comparison, I feel I don’t tell you how much I love you back enough.”
Satoru opens his mouth to argue back, but you only shush him before speaking again.
“But I’m going to tell you now: I love you Satoru,” you declare, your tone unwavering. “I will never stop loving you or love you any less, no matter how infuriating you may get or how absent you may be, because you always come back to my arms with twice as much love as you left me with.”
You bring your voice down to a whisper. “I said ‘till death do us part’ but I might just keep loving you in the afterlife too.”
At this, his eyes widen and his mouth parts in shock. Instead of saying anything, he catches you by surprise as he surges forward to slot his lips against yours. This kiss is filled with pure love and yearning and it sends the message clearly. You keep kissing and it feels like time has stopped moving until you finally part from each other. There’s a wide, adorable smile on Satoru’s face.
“I didn’t know you could be so corny,” he teases, pecking at your cheeks obnoxiously.
There he is , the Satoru that you’re used to. You roll your eyes before laughing. “Me neither, but I learn from the best I guess.”
Soon, both of you are laughing heartily while cuddling under the sheets. You eventually end up eating breakfast, feeding bites of the bun to Satoru as well. When asked about what you wanted to do for the rest of the day, you thought about it for a moment before wrapping your arms around him tightly and answering.
“Kinda wanna stay like this,” you smile. “It feels nice.”
Satoru smiles at you, lovingly like he always does when he’s with you. He commits this moment into his memory, something that will help him get through upcoming gruelling missions that will definitely require his presence. It’s not something he can avoid but at least he has something to think about to make things slightly better. However, for now, he’ll put those thoughts aside and ground himself in the present with you.
“Of course. I’ll stay here for as long as you need me.”