Now, that is to say, quite the frightful exaggeration of his person. Reality is often disappointing. In place of an erection was a wrapped cushion of diminutive size.

Supple, and particularly soft.

His head laid on the backrest, eyes peeled to the ceiling. His chest rose and lowered tidally, and much like the sea, he tried to pacify those waves, pondering about nothing else but the sensation of your hand. Your fingers, precisely. Index and thumb molded over his clothed length, rubbing. Rubbing slowly. Kneading over the fabric.

Another wave of pleasure bristled from his belly, and upwards, blooming into pain. And even then, he was still supple. Softly formed to the touch.

“Ah, I see,” You hummed—your position was on the ground and between his knees.

“Do you?” He panted when the two fingers turned into three, gliding across his upper length and down, rounding the buldge towards his balls.

“Mhm,” You stretched out your fingers, placed your palm on his bulge, molding across the plump surface and squeezed, tight. He cried out, trembling in his seat as your fingers groped his floppy cock.

“Not hard, yet?” You asked airily, eyes twinkling with a certain mischief that poked his bristled nerves.

“If I were,” He gritted out, “I wouldn’t be tossing and turning like an invalid.”

“Ah, the invalid of what—not being able to get an erection?”You soothed him with gentle strokes of your palm, “Negative talk isn’t allowed. We don’t do that here.”

You squeezed him again as if he were mere cushion and he threw his head back.

“You’re quite wonderfully built, if you catch my meaning.”

megumi tsked in response, “hate to say it but, it makes perfect sense.”

“literally how?” nobara continued, unconvinced, “gojo-sensei is the opposite of his wife, and she seems so sweet and frankly, too intelligent for him.”

megumi snorted at that and he could hear yuuji protesting at nobara, “gojo-sensei is also intelligent!”

satoru’s lip quirked up, a tiny breath of laughter escaping his lungs at what should’ve been at least a mildly offensive statement.

“they’re good together,” megumi replies after a beat, voice begrudging but satoru knew the boy enough to hear the fondness in his tone.

and now, satoru was back home.

“‘toru,” you stepped out of the shower just as your husband teleported inside your shared bedroom.

you toweled your hair as he strode towards you, his hands immediately finding purchase at your waist as he dipped down to press his lips to yours.

you paused rubbing your hair with the towel, letting your husband get his fill.

“you smell good,” satoru murmurs against your skin, his lips skirting over the wet flesh, “i could eat you up.”

“what happened to hello? good evening?” you teased, giggling as you looped an arm around his neck and while the other threw the wet towel on your vanity chair.

“hello,” he pecked your lips, “good evening,” peck “how are you, my sweet girl?” peck “i could just eat you up.”

you giggled breathlessly, staying still while your husband attacked you with affection, your hand slowly creeping up the nape of his neck.

satoru brought his hand up to your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as he took in your flushed face. your face was all scrunched up, eyes crinkling because of your smile as you gazed up at him with twinkling eyes.

satoru pulled his eye covers above his head, the fabric pushing the hair off of his forehead.

"do you think i'm unworthy of you?"

you stilled immediately, the smile falling off your face.

satoru's eyes held a vulnerability that he tried - and succeeded - to keep hidden always.

you exhaled, your hand coming up to rest on your husband’s face, “no.”

satoru’s breath caught in his throat. it was such a simple and predictable answer, but the quiet ferocity behind that word made him pause.

he had meant the question to be silly and lighthearted, wherein you would’ve played along with the joke and he would’ve laughed with you — because the conversation he had overheard earlier didn’t mean anything to him, of course.

of course.

“satoru,” your other hand also came up to rest on his cheek, cradling his face as you held his gaze, “you are so worthy of everything - of me, your life, the love you receive, the love you give.”

satoru stayed quiet. the lump in his throat that was rapidly growing in size preventing him from opening his mouth to say something witty and unserious - to diffuse the new tension that he created unwittingly.

“if anything,” you continued, your thumbs moving across his cheekbones, “if anything, i insist that you are worthy of so much more.”

that did it. satoru closed his eyes as he felt a lone tear slip down his cheek.

he was the strongest.

the strongest.

yet, standing here in front of you, with his face in your gentle hands, he was the weakest man on earth.

your love was so kind, so pure and just so unprotesting of his selfishness that wanted to hold onto you until all the doubts and fears in his head disappears.

you quieted down as you silently wiped away his tears, and then another, and another, letting your husband slowly strip away his defences and lay himself bare in front of you.

“really?” satoru whispered, hoping you didn’t hear the crack in his voice.

“cross my heart,” you replied back just as solemnly, your eyes soft as you watched your husband crumble in your safety.

“even when i annoy you?”

“even when you annoy me,” you agreed, cracking a small smile.

“so all i’m hearing is,” he sniffled, inching closer to you, “that i annoy you.”

you giggled before straightening up, “would you rather i lie?”

he laughed, the sound snotty and nasally, “you’re so mean to your husband!”

you pushed your face up to press a kiss on his chin, “my husband seems to be enjoying himself, though.”

“that,” he grins down at you, eyes a bit red from crying, “is something my wife is correct about.”

you exhaled a breath, smiling gently up at him as you stepped back, “what’d you want for dinner, ‘toru?”

you should’ve expected it when he pulled you closer to him to say — “you.”

you would’ve rolled your eyes and called him corny but he picked you up, throwing you onto the bed before following you himself.

“sato—”

his mouth was on yours, swallowing your protests before they could leave your mouth. the kiss was hurried, almost desperate as he pried your lips apart, pushing his tongue in.

“mmpf—” you clutched at your husband’s shoulders, trying to ground yourself as satoru kissed the breath out of you.

“missed you,” he breathed before reattaching himself to your lips, giving you a split second to take in air.

you closed your eyes, giving into your husband’s sudden desire and letting him kiss you thoroughly. one of your hands traveled up to the back of his head.

satoru moaned when you grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging at it. he pulled back to stare at you, chest heaving as took in the sight.

you were laid on your shared bed, hair willowing out on top of the pillow, staring at up with lidded eyes and dilated pupils.

satoru’s cock strained against his pants at the sight. he fought the urge to fold you in half and fuck you until morning came.

you watched your husband inhale deeply, pressing his nose into the side of your neck as he held his weight up on both his arms.

you ran your hands over his bulging forearms, straining under his weight. satoru’s chest rumbled in satisfaction at your touch, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe along your throat to your ear, tasting your skin.

he pressed a small kiss at the base of your throat, trailing his lips down your sternum as he unravelled your bathrobe, letting it fall open on your sides.

you gasped softly when he pressed a feather-light kiss just below your belly button. 

the heat at your core pulsating as your hand flew to the back of his head, gripping his hair as you held your breath waiting for him to descend down on you. 

satoru nosed along your slit, slick collecting at the lower half of his face. he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose against your skin. 

the obscenity of the situation made you tremble, the hand in his hair tightening as you bit your lip, “sa—”

“smell so good,” satoru murmured against your heat, placing kitten kisses upon it, “smells like home.” 

you cried out in surprise, throwing your head back as satoru slanted his face, connecting his lips to your vulva before suckling it harshly.  

satoru made out with your pussy, mumbling words of encouragement and praise as you writhed beneath him, tugging at his hair. 

your husband was still fully clothed but that didn’t stop him from grinding his painfully hard cock against the bedsheet, moaning into you as he ate you like a man starved. 

it wasn’t long before you were clamping your thighs down on your husband’s head, trapping it in between. satoru’s long and dexterous finger sliding in to make space for a second, then third as he lapped at your clit, teasing the nub until your belly started quivering. 

you came with a strangled moan, “s— toru— haah.. baby… wan you inside..” 

your husband rose up, hands pushing your legs back up. he licked his lips, the slick coating his chin. 

he had always been a messy eater. 

“what was that?” your husband murmured, his hands travelling up your sides, tracing your ribs before cupping your tits. 

your hands flew over his as he kneaded your breasts, eyes locking in with your husband’s teasing ones. 

“want you… inside…” you mumbled back, feeling inexplicably shy under satoru’s love filled gaze. 

“my beautiful wife,” satoru leaned down, closer to your chest. he pressed a kiss at the middle of your diaphragm, his eyes never leaving yours, “my beautiful, gorgeous wife.” 

“you’re mine,” he pressed a lasting kiss at the underside of your right breast, before moving onto the left, “you’re mine, forever.” 

you nodded, watching your husband kiss up your chest, “forever, baby.” 

“even if I don’t deserve you?” satoru asked, his tongue flattening on top of your nipple. 

you shook your head, “you’ll always deserve me.” 

satoru closed his eyes, a full body shudder passing through him. when he opened them back up, his eyes were lidded, dark and dilated. 

you only had a second for your breath to hitch before satoru rose up, pulling your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed. 

he unzipped his trousers, pulling out his heavy cock in record time. 

you could only lay there on your elbows and watch, mesmerised, as satoru lined up his cock with your core, the combined heat from both of your sexes making you clench around air. 

satoru’s eyes took in the erotic sight, his wife’s pussy calling out to him, reminding him that he was just as missed as much as he missed you. 

his fingers delicately pulled at your chin, holding your face still so he could connect your lips. 

you closed your eyes, revelling in the feel of satoru’s soft lips gently kissing yours. 

and then he pushed in. 

you jerked back — or tried to. satoru held your jaw in his hand, tighter, his eyes now opened as he swallowed your cries and moans. 

his fat tip bullied its way past the tight ring of muscle, pushing and pushing inside and stealing your breath. 

satoru’s gaze was intent on your face, his breathing getting heavier as he felt down your scalding hot walls clenching and tightening against his cock. 

your hands grabbed onto satoru’s arms, holding on for dear life as your husband sheathed inside of you, fully. 

you felt so full you could hardly breathe. satoru released your face, letting you fall back on the pillow as he rose up to look down at the glorious sight. 

his cock twitched inside of you, your tummy bulging ever so slightly to display the shape of his cock. you fisted the sheets, trying to regulate your breathing as your husband blatantly stared down at your flushed form struggling to take all of him. 

satoru could cum just from looking at you like this. 

satoru’s hands gripped at your hips, swiftly pulling a pillow to place it beneath you. 

“wanted me– hngh.. inside… right, baby?” satoru mock pouted down at you, his finger wiping away at the moisture on your cheek. 

“‘s t’full…” you whimpered, thighs trembling slightly as you got better used to the fullness. 

s’okay baby,” satoru pulled his hips back, tantalisingly slowly. you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock, pulsating with need.

you whined, eyebrows furrowing as your husband withdrew his cock so that just his tip was barely inside of you. it felt insanely more lewd than anything you both had done upto now, and it was driving you crazy, being stretched out like so, yet so empty.

“stop teasing toru,” you tried to snap at him but it came out as a whine.

“yeah?” he breathed, gaze snapping up from where he was inside you to your face. his eyes glinted mischievously as his hands settled on your waist.

satoru tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, lulling you into relaxing before abruptly shoving the rest of his cock in.

the suddenness, taking you by surprise, lead you to squeak. satoru chuckled, before all semblances of your soft, delicate husband disappeared for the night.

he had your hips pinned down on the bed, his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy, making loud and embarrassing plap! plap! plap! noises as you held onto your husband’s shoulders for dear life.

“my sweet girl wans my cock..” he cooes, mockingly, bringing his hand down on your clit to tease it.

your toes curled from the burst of warmth you could feel in your veins from your husband’s actions. you bit your lip, trying to hold onto the barrage of moans trying to escape as satoru fucked you into the mattress.

satoru pressed his finger down on your nub, making you writhe and cry out, “don’t bite your lips, baby.”

“toru… slow– hngh… hah! plea–” you babbled, head thrashing side to side as satoru’s thrusts made the bed move with him, creaking and mixing with your moans.

“n- nuh-uh…” he tutted, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. he loved teasing you, but his balls were getting heavier by the second and there was only so long he could hold out for when you were under him, pliant, sexy and so full of his cock.

he just needed to put a baby in there soon.

his balls hit the junction below your pussy at each thrust, intensifying your reaction. yoy curled your fingers, nails digging into your husband’s shoulders as you neared your peak.

satoru felt your walls tightening on him. he ground his jaw, trying his best to keep himself leashed ecen though he wanted to paint your walls red and fuck his cum back into you again and again until it takes.

“satoru… m’close,” you warned him, still holding onto him in order to not slide up the bed from the intensity of his thrusts. your orgasm was building and fast. you could almost taste your release.

satoru grabbed your jaw, bringing your face to his before mashing your lips together. you looped your arms around his neck as you cried out into his mouth, constricting around your husband’s cock, riding out your orgasm.

satoru snapped his eye shut, a vein in his jaw ticking as he exhaled harshly, holding your hips as close to his as he finally spilled inside of you, a full body shudder passing through him.

the sight made you clench around him, milking him as he came.

panting, he fell on top of you, adjusting so majority of his weight was on the bed instead.

“i love you, baby.”

“me too but.. you’re still inside me.”

he nuzzled your neck, feeling his soft cock hardening again, “isn’t that funny?”

all that after you just showered.

— — —

“oh my fuck- be gentle!” satoru’s hands gripped onto the bedsheets next to him as yours squeezed each ball. “you offered to be my new stress reliever.”

“i meant like regular sex! not whatever this is!” his hips gave involuntary thrusts, cock twitching in hopes of getting the same attention his testis were. “i said be gentle..!” he yelps.

your computer was on your lap, typing the rephrased sentence that was incorrect. your hand never slowed that the ‘massage’, taking notice of how overstimulated your boyfriend looked next to you.

his face was red, sweat forming at his forehead. his neglected cock got wrapped around his hand. “shit.” a string of curses spilled from his lips, jerking himself off at the same pace your hand was going.

eventually, the pressure was too much for him to handle. his body jerks in desperation. he never would’ve thought he’d have an orgasm over getting his balls fondled with but hey, there’s a first time for everything.

ropes of cum land on his stomach, dick still not softening. he threw his head back, gasping when you didn’t stop. “babyyyy.”

you had finished your revision a few minutes ago, actually. but you took pleasure in watching him act this way. your fingers gathered up some of the liquid on his stomach, spreading it down onto his balls like lotion. “i’m almost done toru, just keep being a good toy for me.”

I JUST MADE SOME BS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ can y'all tell I heart gojo's balls.

You knew that. 

You knew it was him, you knew because you had spent evenings with him while he perfected desserts in the kitchen, adding little flecks of saffron that you said suited him so well—

You whipped your head in the direction of the scent at a speed that nearly undid your hair updo. And—

There he was.

Knowing, silent, and oh, so stunning. 

You used to joke that in the right lighting, his hazel eyes could easily be mistaken for honey, a hyperbole that was meant to symbolise why you loved calling him honey.

But today? Today, it felt anything but a joke, because Nanami Kento’s honeyed gaze was on you and you alone. Wide, apologetic and longing so deeply rooted you felt the weight from across the hall, him on the first floor, and you on the ground, separated by glittering chandeliers and the huge chasm of people in love around you. The distance amplified what you didn’t have.

It was a surprise to no one that Kento had been at the event too. He could never pull his orbit away from the gravity of your force, just like you could not either. And Satoru had accompanied you, practically depositing you at the altar of Kento's shrine of longing and wanting his hazel eyes kept hidden — but how could they hide it from you?

Before you could say anything, not that he would hear you from such a distance, he turned and stepped towards a darkened corridor beside the mezzanine’s balcony. Naturally, your instinct told you to follow him, and you took a step, steeling yourself to move and pursue him, but an arm around your waist stopped you. Right. Satoru.

“Your wine, M’Lady.” 

At this moment, you could not care less about the goddamn wine. 

“Right, yeah, can you keep this with you? I need a little breather,” you pointed at the corridor, “I’m… stepping away for a bit.” 

The smallest of frowns graced Satoru’s pink lips, “You okay, sweetheart?” 

Many responses were running in your head with the way he kept pausing you, ranging from negatives to straight up expletives, but you reigned all of them in to answer with a soft, “Yeah. I just need to be away from the crowd for a little, Toru.” 

He softened at the nickname, cupping your cheeks with his free hand to pull you into a kiss, but you stopped him once again, just in time for the announcement to come over about the auction being started.

“Why don’t you go sit and join the auction? I’ll be there in a bit.”

“You sure, sweets?”

Of course not.

“Yes,” you kissed his lips — too soft, too plump, too much, too wrong, all made for a face similar to yours but miles away, gone too far to ever come back in his reach — “I promise.”

That seemed to satisfy him, for he let go off you to join the masses towards the different auction hall, leaving you with the gate open to rush to someone you hoped hadn’t left, you hoped it wasn’t too late.

Your heels clicked obnoxiously on the marble floor, and you didn’t even pause to fix your dress as it caught on the sharp corners of your heels. Up, you went on the winding staircase, hair falling loose, messy and falling apart like your composure. Oh god, you hoped he was there. You hoped he hadn’t left—

“My darling.”

At once, every breath you had swallowed in hopes of using it to convey your emotions to the man you had left some minutes ago, left you in a gush. In the silence of the empty dark gallery, loud were your heartbeat — so traitorously loud, you almost believed that Kento was hearing it anyway.

A bare few footsteps away stood the man who had already once left you, speaking to you in dulcet tones and caramelled syllables like you would fall prey to the sweetness you had never stopped missing since he left.

Kento inched closer, just within your grasp and the reflex surprised you as much as it did him, for your hand shot out, striking him on his cheeks so sharply that he flinched, holding the side of his face. Despite the sting, no words were on his tongue, only silence, a grim acceptance, a belief that was only finally sliding off of you and onto him that you hadn’t been the only one to make mistakes.

Gently, he stepped closer, and you let him, your chest heaving as you struggled to focus on the dichotomy of the moment, to choose whether to voice your turmoil or the relief of his presence. To chastise him, to rage at him, to be mad at this game he had made of you — or to inch closer yourself, to pull him in your arms, to curl up in his and hold the living breathing example of just what was missing from your life, an emptiness that no amount of charisma and a facade of sweetness from Satoru could fill. Especially not when it was tailored for the wrong body type.

“You came—”

“Is this a joke to you?” You hissed, “Do you think this is something that fulfils either of us? Sneaking around like this? What do you think of me, Nanami—”

“Darling, please, I — that’s not what you call me—”

“Do you think you can throw a bone and I’ll come running to fetch that on your command, is that what you think?”

These words were but a useless placation to nothing else but your heart. Because in this moment, you felt exactly like the grime you were spewing. 

How dare he leave and come back with that pathetic look on his face like he had missed you? How dare he come back now with a lure so strong you could not resist it? How dare he come back with a tender embrace and the strength to home all your fights and weapons, how dare he come back with such acceptance when he couldn’t fathom the idea of compromise some months ago?

How dare he be so human in front of you?

“No! No— my love, no—” Kento’s voice was a mirror of his heart, you thought of that for ages, and now you were witnessing it once again, watching and feel it splinter in front of you, just like his eyes beading with tears at your vicious words. Did he know of the pain he had left you in? Did he know of the repercussions of his departure? Did he know that as easily he had walked away, Satoru had picked you up just as easily and refused to let go of you to the point you were suffocating in the cloying embrace of his hands?

“Seven months.” You grit out, but you felt the words dissolving on your tongue, replaced with emotions you were sure you had buried, “Seven fucking months, Nanam—”

“Please.” Kento rushed to speak over the syllables of his surname, as if the mere consonants of it was a worse wound than the slap of your hand. 

“Darling, please.” He was begging now, and you just looked at him, it was all over wasn’t it? Tears burned in the back of your eyes, mirroring how Kento’s were ready to spill over, but you pushed them back. Not now, not here.

Exhaling, he lowered his head, and then — and then Kento was on the floor in front of you, on his knees, his hands braced on your waist, bunching the baby blues of your gown.

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