“yeah?” he chuckles quietly, “‘m right here. you still miss me?”

“yeah,” you whisper, “always miss you. even when you’re right here.”

satoru’s grinning into your cheek as he leans down and presses a wet kiss to the skin—he can’t possibly be mad that you’ve woken him so late. he can’t be mad when it’s you, and it’s him, and it’s each other.

sleep can wait, there’s always time for that later. but there’s never a moment where he wants to risk counting on later when it comes to you.

“what’d you miss about me?” he hums, nibbling on your earlobe as his head buries into your neck. you shift, letting his body tuck against yours as your arms wrap around him—he feels safe like this, somehow. infinity doesn’t make him feel nearly as secure as the way your arms do, tight and warm and made just for holding him.

“dunno,” you murmur, “everything.”

“love me that much?” he asks cheekily, “me sleeping right beside you isn’t enough?”

“no,” you huff, “you can’t pay attention to me in your sleep.”

“my needy baby,” he snickers, rubbing circles into the small of your back with his large palm. he’s warm against you—you can feel the rhythm of his heart as it beats against your body. he’s pressed so close to you, that not even air can slip through the cracks.

truthfully, you don’t know why you wake satoru. you don’t know why you can’t sleep—you just know that you need him. here. now. always. forever. more and more and more and even more.

“toru?” you ask quietly, making him hum as his eyes droop back shut slowly—he must really be tired.

you stare at him fondly, stroking his hair as he sighs happily at the feeling. and then you press a kiss to his forehead, to his cheek, to the corner of his eyes where they crinkle when he smiles, and to those lips of his that always find yours no matter how long it takes.

he always comes back to you. always. he never won’t—that much you trust.

“got somethin’ on your mind, baby?” he asks slowly, voice thick with sleep. you giggle, scratching at his scalp as he smiles lightly.

he dozing off—you watch him, hopelessly endeared.

“i love you,” you whisper, “need you to know that. love you so, so much. kay?”

he cracks an eye open—stares at you like you’re the reason his heart ever started beating, like you’re the only one that could ever command it to stop. every inch of his face is laced with love so gentle, you can see the way it makes his skin glow.

you love him. you’re sure he loves you. that’s all you need to know it’ll be fine. everything else is an afterthought—just as long as you have satoru.

“woke me just to confess your love for me?” he gasps, “you’re down bad. real, real bad. i must be a super handsome, totally awesome boyfriend. i do try,” he says cheekily.

you giggle, rolling your eyes as you pinch his cheek.

“be humble, you jerk,” you say exasperatedly.

it sounds more like you’re in love. too much fondness slipping into your voice that it might make your teeth hurt from how sweet. satoru’s always had a sweet tooth, though—he accepts your love graciously, like it’s never too much.

if fact, it might just not be enough. he needs more, more, more.

“can’t,” he says slowly, yawning again, “you waking me up just to love me is a bit ego boosting.”

“this was a mistake,” you scoff—its playful, it’s fond. it sounds like deeply falling headfirst.

“aw c’mon,” he pouts—and then he’s brushing his lips against your neck a he clings closer to you, curling into your body with his six-foot-something stature as you pull the blanket tighter around him, “love you too. what was it you said again? oh, right—so, so much.”

“good,” you hum, nodding in satisfaction. “you better.”

“i do,” he chuckles, “can i sleep now? or are we gonna start talking about all the things we love about each other? cause i can stay up to listen to that, of course.”

“go to sleep, you idiot,” you scoff.

he grins. you press one last kiss to his forehead as you count the soft breaths he takes while he falls back asleep.

you love him—it’s all you ever want to do.

“. . . s—satoru,” you gasped, nails digging into his back, as of now he‘s currently in mating press— fucking you deep and deep, his thick cock pounding into you aa your legs just raised up as his weight bounces against you. the bed shakes and shakes and you whimper— feeling him balls deep. “f—fuckfuckfuck.”

“baby— cumming— again,” he huffs out in short hitched breaths, before you feel his hips stutter, gojo pours another thick load into your tight squeezing cunt, gripping all around him so tight,

he moans, his eyebrows furrowing and parting together before he leans in, muffling his moans while softly biting against your neck in attempts to suppress his near whiney moans. “. . . uh—” he grunts, pumping you full of his stringy ropes of seed.

“m' so full, satoru,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. gojo smells so good, he‘s just inches deep— feeling his own cum start to trickle and ooze all out,

each time he releases a load, it‘s a lot, it’s so much to where it starts to run down your thighs— yet gojo frowns, making an attempt to fuck his hot sticky seed back into your pussy, the needy pout on his face never leaving. “y—you‘re stuffing m-my pussy, satoru,”

he whines, leaning in to kiss you again— his hips slowed once he came but he started back up again,

barely giving you a moment to prepare yourself before he’s ramming his cock deep between your folds, mouth the opening and a bit of drool leaving the sides of your mouth from the lewd way your tongue was just lolled out.

“i know— but baby, i have to,” he mutters in a shaky voice, despite his pitch being a bit deepened.

his hips just smacked against you, over and over, each load you take was like it was heftier than the last.

“couldn‘t help myself when i came home to you in this pretty nightgown— ass all out just for me,” he huffs, fucking you so deep into the bed that you had to grip onto his arms. “had to fuck you as soon as i came back home— missed my favorite pussy s‘baddddd.”

gojo goes on for hours, and hours, and hours.

just stuffing, pumping you full of his cum, over and over again— it makes his mouth water, salivate—

he just loves the way when he‘s about to give you another load, his hips always pause, and he gets quiet, putting a hand over your mouth while staring at you with a hungry gaze.

“mhm— listen to it, baby,”

he says in a quiet voice, not thrusting anymore yet he‘s filling you full again, balls buried deep to the hilt—

and you grow quiet, your moans stop before you listen to it, hearing gojo‘s cum spurt inside your cunt, it’s so much, the way your pussy squelched as it takes him with open arms— or in this case, open folds.

“you look so cute with your tummy all plump and full for me, a-angel,” he rasps, removing his hand before peppering your face with kisses. “can‘t get enough of bein' inside you— so good. pussy jus’ holdin' me h-hostage . . ”

moan after moan— load after load, you’re so full, you can’t even grasp how much he‘s given you of his seed, by this point you’ve lost count.

so many positions, your pussy was just being flooded by gojo‘s thick cum— just stuffing and stuffing you, you’re so dizzy,

just sprawled out on the bed all pretty, his fat tip kissing and kissing, french kissing even against your g-spot, lip locked it seemed and you whimpered—

his back covered with so many scratch marks by you— it‘s pretty in a way.

he can’t wait to look at it later.

“our pillow,” he corrects, “there’s no mine in a relationship, sweetheart. it’s just ours.”

“you’re lucky i let you have a pillow at all,” you mutter, pulling the towel back so his face is visible again.

and then, at the sight, your eyes soften—satoru looks beautiful like this. shirtless, just in a pair of joggers, pale skin slightly pink from the hot shower and damp stands of hair sticking to his forehead. you gently rub over his head with the cloth, drying it as he leans into your touch.

you can feel his lips hovering just above your own, eyes studying you carefully. you try to ignore it, the intensity of his eyes on you, the heat of his body just inches away from yours—instead, you try focusing on drying his wet hair as much as a towel permits.

“well who needs pillows anyway,” he hums, “when you have these.”

you hiss when his hand squeezes over your tits, making you slap it away as you scowl—of course, even when you try to be gentle with satoru, he doesn’t let it come easily. but that’s why you love him, you suppose—something about him, even despite the irritation that comes with all of him, calls for something gentle.

“satoru, you’re shameless,” you glare, “can’t you be normal for once in your life?”

“me, normal?” he gasps, “there’s nothing normal about me, sweetheart. i’m extraordinary—the strongest! the handsomest! and…” he drawls before he winks, “the luckiest too.”

he adds the last part with an easy grin plastered on his face, leaning in so that his lips rest over yours. he doesn’t kiss you though, no—he leaves that entirely up to you.

you decide to indulge him, just this once.

“oh yeah?” you murmur, lips still pressed against his as you speak. he hums, closing his eyes when your hands cup his face, your thumb rubbing over his right cheek gently.

“yup,” he breathes.

and then you kiss him, softly at first, pecking his lips at the corners before pressing a lingering kiss over them properly. his hands find your hips, grabbing them tightly as he pulls you in, lets your body press against his chest as he deepens the kiss and nips at your bottom lip.

you smile—satoru is beautiful like this. in the palms of your hands, wrapped around your fingers, yours.

“i wish i could say the same,” you sigh dramatically as you pull away, “but unfortunately you’re the only lucky one in this relationship.”

“i’m wounded,” he clutches over his heart, the towel falling from his head to drape over his shoulders. you can’t help but admire him—satoru is beautiful like this. he always is, you think. “and here i thought you were hopelessly in love with me—you even dried my hair. did that mean nothing to you?”

“yup. it’s not me, it’s you,” you giggle, “i think we should see other people.”

“oh yeah?” he chuckles—and then, his lips are on your face, kiss after kiss after kiss pressing to every inch of skin he can find. on your forehead, across your cheeks, down your nose and along your jaw, right until he’s back to where he started.

his favorite spot, the one he’ll never forget, committed to his memory. your lips—the same ones he loves when they’re curled into a smile, when they’re parted as the scold him, when they’re pursed into a scowl.

the same ones he could kiss now, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and forever if you let him. he’ll never get tired.

“yeah,” you giggle, squealing in laughter as he bites at your cheek playfully.

“that’s cute, sweetheart,” he says lowly, kissing down your neck until his nose brushes against your collarbone, “but they don’t call me the strongest for nothing, y’know. your new man can fight me for your hand—and he’ll lose.”

“you’re an idiot,” you laugh, fingers threading through his hair delicately, nails raking over his scalp—and it’s sweet, the sound of your voice, he loves the taste of it when it trickles from your lips onto his. so he presses his to yours once more, just to taste it again.

“i’m afraid love turns us all into fools,” he sighs, “that’s why you’re the biggest fool. don’t worry, i’d love me that bad too.”

“i’d be careful if i were you, toru,” you raise a brow, “or you’ll lose pillow privileges.”

“and that, sweetheart, is why i got these,” he says cheekily, hand creeping up to squeeze around your tits again—you’re tired of him. but you can’t get enough. you roll your eyes at everything he does. but every time, without fail, a smile creeps along the corners of your mouth too.

“i’m sick of you,” you mutter.

“what’s that? you’re sick? don’t worry, i know just what will make you feel better,” he says confidently—and then he kisses you again. and again—and you hope he doesn’t stop anytime soon.

satoru, in his thirty plus years of life, has surprisingly never had a cavity for how much sugar he consumes. he’s good at taking care of himself, he argues, there’s no chance he’d ever get a cavity. that is, until recently. he visits the dentist and has not one, but two cavities—you think this is a rather alarming sign that he needs to cut back on the sweets, so you take matters into your own hands.

and, well….he’s not handling it very brightly.

“you thought i’d cave just because you tricked our daughter into asking?” you raise a brow, making him huff as he pouts.

“what kind of heartless soul could say no to those eyes?” he asks in disbelief, waving a hand at the small carbon copy of your husband as she blinks up at you, “i mean look at her! she doesn’t deserve the word no.”

“she definitely needs the word no so she doesn’t end up spoiled like you. and i’ve had plenty of practice,” you shoot blandly, “i’ve said no to your eyes all these years haven’t i?”

“even crazier,” he mutters, “i have the most adorable eyes, how could you say no?”

“it’s pretty easy if you ask me,” you shrug.

most people tend to call satoru arrogant—humble is not usually used in the same sentence as gojo satoru. evidently, they’ve never watched him interact with you before—you always find a way to humble him. he’s starting to think he’s the butt of every joke in his own marriage.

“please, baby?” he pouts deeper, “i’ve been good! i floss!”

“no.”

“what if i fold the laundry for a month?” he bats his lashes.

that’s tempting, you have to admit. folding laundry is a very boring job, you’re more than happy to hand it over to satoru for a bag of candy that barely dents your wallet. but then you find your resolve again, crossing your arms as you stare at him unimpressed.

“no, satoru.”

“two months?”

“nope.”

“did you only marry me for my looks?” he asks in disbelief, “because there’s not one ounce of love in that heart of yours.”

“this is for your own good, satoru,” you say firmly, “you had two cavities. how much sugar have you been consuming lately? and don’t think i don’t notice you skipping meals when you’re busy—a chocolate bar does not replace lunch.”

you’re glaring at him, drilling him for his health choices that are not his fault—he’s a busy guy, and he can’t help that a chocolate bar on his way to a mission is all he can squeeze in sometimes. maybe a protein bar would be a better option, but they’re not as tasty, and satoru thinks he deserves to be happy. and then, from the end of the aisle, you hear a few snickers coming from passerby’s. he pouts deeper at the thought of being laughed at as he gets scolded by his wife in the middle of the breakfast aisle.

“what’s the point of living if you’re gonna be miserable?” he groans, “we might as well just start going to bed at nine pm too, while we’re at it. and—”

“that’s actually a lovely idea,” you hum thoughtfully, “you certainly could use the sleep, couldn’t you?”

he glares at you petulantly, sulking as you grab the bag from your daughter’s and put it on the shelf—it’s not the right place, but taking a trip to the candy aisle to place it where it belongs is only venturing deeper into the lion’s den. you’re not letting satoru have more options to choose from.

“you seein’ this, angel?” he turns to your daughter, “you see how mean mommy is? she’s not letting us have candy. make sure you remember that when i ask you who’s your favorite again.”

you roll your eyes, snorting. satoru asks her playfully one night who the favorite parent is—it’s a meaningless question, meant to be a joke and nothing else. you’re sure he expects her to say both—but he gets his feelings severely hurt when she giggles and points to you, staring in disbelief as you grin in victory and kiss her cheeks. you even rub salt on the wound when you mumble she’s your favorite baby too.

he’s starting to really think he’s a victim in his own household.

“but mommy gives me candy,” she tilts her head in confusion.

oh no. she’s not supposed to say that—she promised not to say that. why can’t children ever keep a filter on their words? and why can’t they keep their promises?

almost like in slow motion, both of your eyes widen. satoru pauses. you start to sweat. he turns to face you slowly, in abject disbelief.

“what?” you laugh nervously, “no i don’t! we don’t have any candy at home—”

“she keeps it in her drawer!” your daughter adds, as if she wants to see your downfall.

you love your daughter, you really do—but sometimes you think motherhood is a punishment for whatever sin it is that you’ve committed in your previous life. satoru crosses his arms and taps his foot.

“what happened to we’ll all give up sweets together so you’re not alone, toru,” he mocks your voice, squinting at you accusingly. “so we’re a family of liars now?”

“toru, listen—”

“i trusted you.”

“baby—”

“what happened to our wedding vows? what happened to in sickness and in death? a little cavity is enough to change all that? i’m scared to think what you’d do if i lost an arm.”

“well, you’re not the strongest for nothing,” you point out, chuckling nervously, “so we have nothing to worry about there.”

“i can’t believe you,” he spits, turning away from you with crossed arms and a quiet hmph.

“toru, you can’t expect us all to give up sugar just because you can’t stop making poor health choices,” you argue exasperatedly.

so what if you secretly enjoy a kitkat here and there? you deserve it for dealing with not one, but two children at home every single day—sometimes three if shoko comes over, her lifestyle choices aren’t any better. satoru should let you enjoy a piece of candy or two until he fixes his terrible habits that could very well set a terrible example for your very young and impressionable daughter.

“well, i have adult money of my own,” satoru huffs, “and as an adult, i’ll be purchasing my own candy to hide in my own drawer that i won’t share with you since we’re now apparently a family that doesn’t think sharing is caring.”

“i don’t know if i’m raising one child or two,” you sigh tiredly, rubbing a hand over your face.

satoru grabs the bag of candy off the shelf, promptly placing it in the cart before walking off ahead of you as he pushes it. your daughter grabs your hand and smiles, tugging you along.

“c’mon mommy,” she says brightly, “you said we can go to the park!”

—————— BONUS ——————

“are you serious, satoru?” you ask incredulously, watching as he comes back to sit on the other end of the bench, ice cream cone in hand.

he didn’t even bring you one—what an asshole.

“oh sorry,” he shrugs, “i figured you and our daughter were planning on getting ice cream on your own without me. since, you know, apparently you guys love to have lots of things without me.”

“you’re being so dramatic—”

“i want ice cream too!” you hear a small voice call from the distance, making you turn to your daughter as she sprints over to you from the playground, eyeing the cone in satoru’s hand.

“you heard her,” he drawls, licking at his strawberry ice cream mockingly, “why don’t you go buy her a secret cone. i won’t look.”

being a single mom of two is a full time job, you think, you didn’t sign up for this.

“yeah, keep going baby. just like that.” he moans as he tries to open his eyes, groaning louder at the sight of your pretty tits in his face. he leans down and sucks one pert nipple, rewarded by a hitched breath on your behalf. 

the blonde sucks harder once he hears your voice calling out his name, pitching higher in cadence as he thrusts even faster in your sticky pussy. 

“shit.” chifuyu groans out. “you’re sucking me in so good. ‘ts like you want me to cum inside.” with your whimper as a response, his lust-filled eyes fell into a close as he grabbed on to the fat of your ass, dictating your movements as the both of you neared completion. 

your pitches were consistently getting higher, his climax was nearing. the room felt hotter and chifuyu knew you were close. a sharp gasp left your lips as his dexterous fingers rubbed small quick circles on your bulging clit. 

your pleas were all he could hear as he had one goal in his mind. to make you finish at the same time. 

“close, baby?” his deep, raspy whimper made your stomach do a flip, you nod with conviction, wanting to feel him fill you up with his seed. 

“just a little more, baby.” he whispers, biting his lip and opening his eyes to look down where you were connected, letting out another groan once he feels your clit throb repeatedly under his fingertips. 

“fuck. fuck–” he released a long moan once he feels your releases surround his length, walls clenching onto him so tight that he couldn’t fight back the temptation to release inside your walls. 

he stops moving you once the both of you rode out your orgasms, his lips searching for yours. 

chifuyu, ever the romantic, needs to always end a session in a lazy makeout. he, however, was not prepared for your hips to start moving once more, hardening his softening member. 

“shit, baby.” he leans his forehead to yours, eyes closing once more as he enjoys the ride. “you’re so fucking good to me.” 

kakucho: 

kakucho was a gentleman through and through, everyone and their moms know that. but all chivalry leaves his body when he sinks in your fluttering pussy and fucks you like some cheap whore on the streets. 

your moans are what’s keeping him going, his mismatched eyes were lidded, trained on your mouth, watching how your perfect lips transitioned into numerous expressions before he couldn’t resist and stabbed his tongue into your mouth. 

his cock was heavy as he pounds you into the mattress, not giving a fuck if his neighbors hear, hell, he’d even push you on the wall just for them to hear you clearer if he was feeling generous. but that would never happen. you were his. your pussy was his. 

“k-kaku… please.” your shrill cries made him harder and made his pace impossibly faster. 

“you wanna cum, ‘sweet thing?” a cry of confirmation leaves your lips as his hips slammed against yours. the sound of skin hitting skin reverberated against the room, accompanied by your moans and his. 

“beg.” he whispers by your ear, feeling you seize up by his words before you were left a blubbering mess. 

a chorus of pleas fell deaf on his ears as he hiked up your legs to his shoulder, pounding deeper, feeling your slippery cunt tighten up. 

“you’re so– fuck. so good.” he whispers as he bends you in half, lips nibbling on your earlobe. “give it to me.‘ he says before giving you another powerful thrust, fingers massaging your clit to ride out your orgasm. 

your body twitches as his fingers were relentless, he lets out a groan as he follows your lead, sticky ropes of white filled your dampness as he relaxes his hold on your leg, letting it fall to his waist as the both of you catch your breaths. 

kakucho was about to pull out, switch back his chivalric mode on and get you a clean rag to clean you, but he was stopped when your leg pushed him down once more, hardening his softening cock. a sultry look on your face as you cant your hips upward. 

“more.” you whisper, baring your neck to the side and kakucho curses his lack of self-control as he immediately darts forward to suck his mark on the expanse of your neck. 

kakucho pulled away once he was satisfied with the reds and blues that were caused by his lips. a charming smirk enters his face, and you almost forget about the thick cock that was wedged inside of you. 

“you asked for this, sweet thing.” 

izana

a cry leaves your lips as you came for the second time, tears filling your eyes as you contracted from the stimulation that your lover gave you. speaking of, he was beneath you, focused violet eyes trained to the way your body was trembling as he gave your clit a harsh suck. 

“z-zana…” it was sadistic, really. the way his eyes glinted mischief as he pulled away from your bud, but you couldn’t cheer for the loss of contact since he immediately replaced his mouth with his boney fingers, keeping two fingers flat on your clit, rubbing small, hard circles.

“‘ts too much…” you slurred out. you shivered at the hum he lets out, a sarcastic pout forms on his face as he leans up to meet you eye to eye. 

“you can give me one more, can’t you, mahal?” the pet name seems to have hypnotized your as you nodded your head like a mindless bimbo. and at that point, maybe you were. you see the sinister grin that izana lets out as he pulls his fingers away, forcing you to suck his digits as he pumped his length with his other hand. 

seemingly keeping eye contact, you were entranced by his violet eyes, tongue coating his fingers with saliva, izana smirks before pinching the muscle, keeping it in place as he positions his length from below. 

he lets go of your tongue, in a daze, you kept it lolled out, waiting for his next move. the tanned male leaves no time to waste as he shoves his tongue inside your mouth and his length inside your warmth. 

izana closes his eyes as he feels you moan, the vibration on your tongue intermingling with his as he cants his hips in a quick cadence, leaving broken moans to leave your lips as you pull away, gasping for air.

“tangina. ang sikip. (fuck, it’s tight.)” the deep rasp of his voice made you tighten against him, making another groan leave his lips as mumbles of foreign words were heard from his lips. 

“akin ka lang. (you’re mine.)” he whispers as the slam of his hips get more brutal, his tongue darting out to lick the tears that were streaming by the side of your face, a grin forming on his. 

“puta. ang ganda mo. (fuck. you’re beautiful.)” he smirks. “crying over your king’s cock like this.” by now he can feel the rhythmic tightening of your cunt against his throbbing length. he was close and so were you. 

with this incoming orgasm being your third, it didn’t take you long to reach your end. a gasp leaving your lips as your body seized, clear fluid shooting out of you and wetting izana’s toned stomach. 

“fuck.” izana groans as he cums right after. the tightening of your cunt too much for him to take. the only sound in the room being your heaving breaths. 

you weren’t even fully rested before you felt izana buck his hips again. a whine left your lips as you laid there bonelessly, tired but you knew that your lover still had more to give you. 

izana presses a quick kiss on your lips before he plants his arms on either side of your head. 

“isa pa. (one more.)”