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HI CUTIE ILY WE'RE TWINNING

ohhhhhh yes yes this is a great idea tbh the main reason why i wrote about shorts and not a skirt is cuz i wanted it to be more domestic and who wears skirts around the house BUT i really like this idea a lotttt i'll start drafting it asap!!!

note written for this request ! hope u enjoy cutie!! also when you're making tea do u guys squeeze the teabag or nah… cuz my dad always tells me not to he claims it makes it bitter but icl i do it anyways like i don't want the tea to go to waste. also i love bush ive never shaved a day in my life, max ill do is trim for better access u know ;)

cw pinv, creampie, barely proofread sawry

morning sunlight streams into the kitchen, warming the quiet space as you pour hot water from the kettle into a mug. as you stir it, watching the once-clear liquid swirl into dark brown, you feel satoru’s arms wrap around your waist from behind. he pulls you flush against his chest and rests his chin on your shoulder, dropping a soft kiss against the sensitive skin of your neck. 

his hands naturally slide down to rest low on your hips, fingers dipping beneath the elastic waistband of your flimsy pyjama shorts. he pauses for a second, fingertips tracing the bare skin of your hip bone, edging down until his palm rests directly over your mound. 

“what’s the special occasion?” satoru murmurs, voice still raspy from sleep, laced with curiosity. his breath is minty fresh and warm against your skin. his forefinger and thumb come together to twirl your pubes between the pads of his fingers. 

“nothing,” you reply easily, squeezing the teabag against the side of the ceramic, discarding it in a small bowl. “just letting her breathe from time to time, you know?” 

“oh yeah? okay, okay…” he trails off, but you can already feel the sudden shift against you lower back—a slow heat pressing through his pyjama bottoms. satoru drops his head onto your shoulder with a low groan. 

“you’re so predictable, satoru,” you scoff, shaking your head. “getting a semi from just the thought of me going pantless? you can barely control yourself.” 

“what? no.” he pulls back swiftly and spins you around to meet his gaze. flashing that signature, boastful smirk, he shakes his head lightly. “i can control myself fine. i'm the strongest sorcerer alive.” 

you roll your eyes. “yeah, right.”

“ohhh, i see. it’s a challenge, then.” 

and of course he would take it as a challenge to his self-control. this is satoru, your hardworking partner whose ego needs to be checked at the door. but, by early afternoon, the self-imposed challenge is clearly wearing on him. 

strike one arrives on the couch. you’re casually watching a show, satoru stretched out beside you, one arm draped over your waist. before the show even gets to the intro, his warm fingers are slipping underneath the hem of your shorts, palming over your bare mound with a slow, rhythmic pressure. you shoot him a sharp sideways glare. 

“what?” his eyes are wide behind his sunglasses, feigning innocence. “i’m just giving you a massage. you know, to help her breathe or whatever you said.”

“right, right…” you smile to yourself. “whatever you say, satoru.” 

strike two hits an hour later, in the kitchen. you had meant to grab a glass of water, but satoru pinned you gently against the cool countertops, pulling you into a kiss. he couldn't help himself! now, as your lips work in tandem with his, tongues sliding against one another, he’s practically grinding his growing bulge directly into your pussy. 

smiling into the kiss, you pull back just enough to softly laugh against his lips. “control it, satoru.” 

once again, he groans, pressing his forehead against yours before reluctantly stepping back. “i’m taking a break,” he mutters, turning towards the hallway, hand hovering hesitantly over his cock. he pauses at the doorway, flashing you a wicked grin. “unless you want to join me in the bathroom?”

“no way,” you call out to him. “this is your punishment. i told you that you have no self-control, and you're gonna prove me right by jerking yourself off alone in the bathroom.” 

“ugh, fine,” he sighs melodramatically. “watch me.” and, instead of going to the bathroom, he stubbornly drags a barstool to the very vcentre of the kitchen, sitting down with an exaggerated exhale. you shake your head and leave him sitting there, alone in the kitchen, trying to physically will away the ache in his pants. if satoru is anything, he is determined to win. 

strike three comes at bedtime. you crawl into bed first, settling in as the little spoon (for once). the moment satoru slides under the covers next to your warmth, all pretence of restraint gone. he pulls you against him, chest heaving, practically humping your ass from behind as he buries his face in your hair. 

“baby,” he whines softly into your ear, voice breaking on a suppressed moan. “please. i want to feel you around me, it’s driving me crazy.” the sheer desperation in his voice and the heavy press of his cock against your thigh gets you much more worked up than you’d like to admit. your shorts grow wetter by the second, but you hold your ground. 

“no. not until you admit that i was right.” 

gojo squeezes his eyes shut tightly, letting out a frustrated breath before finally snapping. “fine! i admit it, i lose. can i please fuck you, now?” 

“nooo,” you tease lightly. “say it properly. that the great gojo satoru has no restraint around his girlfriend.” 

“fiiine, whatever,” he growls, wrapping his arm tight around your waist. “you were right and i can't control myself around you. please, baby. it actually hurts.” 

“okay, toru,” you whisper. “go ahead.” 

and he doesn't hesitate, not for a single second. satoru hooks his fingers into your shorts, pulling them cleanly off your legs and tossing them to the foot of the bed, pushing his boxers down in one swoop. hoisting your top leg up, he guides his bare tip through your dewy folds. you can feel him, throbbing and hot against your cunt. you both let out a moan at the contact. 

“fuck, you're already this wet for me?” he teases, voice low and husky as he lines himself up with your needy entrance. “looks like i wasn't the only one who couldn't control themselves today.” 

“shut up and fuck me already,” you breathe out. 

“yes, ma’am.” 

satoru pushes into you with one smooth motion, filling you completely from behind. he’s angled well, his dick hitting deep inside your velvety walls, hands gripping your hip to pull you back with every thrust into you. the friction of his skin against yours sends electricity straight down your spine, making you shudder with pleasure. his rhythm grows faster, desperate to make up for lost time from today. 

“you feel so—hah—good, baby,” satoru chokes out. 

you clench and squelch around his thick cock, mouth agape against the pillow under your head. your thighs tremble and satoru is grunting into your ear whilst you moan his name out. his fingertips squeeze into your plush flesh tighter, dragging your leg back even further so that you’re even more spread for him. one of your hands grips the soft bedsheets as the other comes down to rub tight circles against your clit. 

“c-close— mmh— toru—” you babble, and you feel him nod behind you. 

the sensation is all too much for you, and within mere minutes, both of you are coming undone, him spilling his warm cum inside of you as your walls flutter around his dick. he groooaans your name out and you whimper his as your orgasm washes over your entire body. 

as your breathing gradually slows and your legs falls back onto the mattress, gojo rests his hand over your bare hip and pulls the blanket over both of you. 

“you know,” he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your nape. “you should go pantless more often.”

you reach back and smack his thigh playfully. “you’re such a perv.”

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UR ONTO SOMETHING cuz he would defo be up all night on youtube watching ancient videos of all the different ways to drape a saree and theyre all in bengali but somehow he still manages to do it perfectly hold it HOLD ITTT

i luv it when he gets a nosebleed in fics its so cute