sumijade

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 who is always a gentleman and only wants to cherish you in the freedom of his house and walls. But on a recent vacation that he has taken you on, you have been tempting him with those beautiful silk dresses you brought with you. And on a quiet night where you were on the balcony enjoying the view, he can’t help but wrap his arms around your waist and start slowly by peppering kisses on your neck. But everything begins to move a little faster when you rub your ass against the bulge through his pants, and he hikes your dress and pulls your panties down, as you help him unbuckle his belt until that gorgeous cock is finally free. He never expected to find himself fucking his girlfriend on a balcony, but god was it a wonderful experience. Feeling your pretty pussy clench his cock with every thrust while he gets to enjoy the evening sky, holding you tight.

Feeling his fingers slip in and out of your pussy, under the table at the restaurant you two were dining at gave you the most beautiful lustful feeling. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who would watch the way your face changed every time he slipped in another finger or was reaching deeper than before. Watching you hide your moans as you thanked the waitress for the food. You had to bite your tongue so hard, cumming all over his fingers, as he gives you a devious grin. Once you two finally finish, he only pulls you into a nearby alley and finishes what he started by shoving his cock into your tight cunt. Fucking you so good, he wonders if he needs to fuck you outside more since your pussy clenched every time someone was near.

Kissing at your neck and thrusting his cock into you, having you wrap your arms around his neck while he held you against a tree. You knew what you were getting into, teasing your boyfriend on a picnic date you both planned because now, he was having your back against a tree, legs wrapped around him while he fucked you as if there was no tomorrow. You can’t blame 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎, he couldn’t help himself seeing you in that gorgeous summer dress that made your titties look so pretty. He originally was just going to put the tip in, but that promise didn’t last that long.

You had always been known as an independent person, finding solace and joy in your own company. As Satoru found himself busy with his commitments, you found yourself having a hands full with the university events department, where you were deeply involved in planning upcoming events.

Between both of your hectic schedules, finding time to relax in each other's arms had become a rarity.

Your interactions had been reduced to brief moments, such as getting ready for bed or starting the day. This new routine began to take a toll on your relationship, leading to nightly arguments and hurtful words exchanged in your shared apartment. Tension between you two was palpable, with some nights ending with one of you sleeping on the couch, while the other shivered from the absence of warmth.

Neither of you had the time or energy to address the issues that had arisen between you. But, one day, Satoru surprised you by inviting you to a wrestling kickoff party hosted by his teammate, Geto Suguru. Although hesitant, you decided to accompany him, swallowing your pride as you held his hand tightly while entering one of the gathering rooms on campus.

You didn't know many people at the party, unfamiliar faces, especially numerous females, filled the room. As you sat on the couch sipping your Shirley Temple, you observed various scenes – wrestlers trying to flirt with women, groups dancing to the music, and, most importantly, your boyfriend engaged in conversation with a group of people, wearing a genuine smile that had been absent for weeks.

Amidst the crowd, one woman stood out, too close for comfort with Satoru. She was touching his arm and laughing along with him and the group. It seemed like he was giving her more attention than he had given you in the past month.

"Oh my god, do you remember the time we got lost in the park, and Kento had to come pick us up!" you heard the woman exclaimed from across the room. You couldn't bear it any longer, so you walked up to them and tapped Satoru on the shoulder, informing him, "I'm not feeling well." Your voice trailed off as you looked at the ground. His attention immediately shifted to you, and he sounded genuinely concerned as he asked, "What happened? Do you need medicine?"

"I'm gonna go outside," you replied wearily as you made your way to the front door of the house. Satoru asked if he should come with you, tones of worriedness laced in his words. You walked away without responding, finding a seat on the stairs leading to the entrance.

Satoru wondered to himself what was bothering you. He couldn't hear the woman talking anymore, as his thoughts were consumed by concern for you. As he excused himself from the conversation and headed to the front door, he found you sitting on the stairs, scrolling through Pinterest.

"Hey, Y/N. Love, did you come out here just to use your phone? I thought you weren't feeling well," he calmly inquired, taking a seat next to you. Your eyes were still glued to your phone as he moved it away, causing you to roll your eyes at his actions.

"It's nothing," you began, but Satoru interrupted, "Don't give me that 'nothing.' You know I don't like it when you say that. I can tell something is bothering you." He sighed, looking down at the cement ground.

"—I don't understand. You said you were getting fresh air, but when I came out here, you were on your phone. Did you just need to make a phone call? Just tell me what's going on because right now, I have no idea," he implored, his hands resting on his knees as he leaned closer to you.

You finally met his gaze, and with a soft and embarrassment filled irises, you apologized, "I..I just miss you!," you began, looking in his azure eyes, swallowing air before continuing, "I miss cooking for you and eating at the table with you! I miss when you make those stupid but silly faces at me when we're eating...I miss when you play with my hair when we're studying together. I miss you Satoru!"

"We haven't been doing those things in the past few weeks, have we?" Satoru tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle, and a small smile appeared on your face. You shook your head slowly in response.

"Seeing you talking to that girl made me feel jealous. I wished it was me you were talking to, smiling, and laughing at instead," you admitted as Satoru wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest.

"If you ever think that some girl could ever compare to what we have, you're completely wrong. You're the only one I think about. Even with all this happening right now, I only ever want to think about you. I am infatuated with you baby...We're both stupid for not talking about this sooner," Satoru reassured you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Are you mad at me?" you asked calmly. Satoru quickly pulled back, looking puzzled. "No, why should I be?" he replied. You shrugged and finally gave him the eye contact he had been longing for.

"All of this? What happened tonight and the past few weeks?" you clarified. He laughed at your words, cupping your face to make you look at him. "Never,was just a misunderstanding. Plus, even if I was, how could I stay mad at this cute face?" he said, his smile growing as yours did.

"You also aren't the only one who missed the other person. Missed you a lot as well" He continues, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I will make it up to you...kay' sweets."

"I love you, Satoru."

"I love you more, Y/N," he replied, cupping your face before giving you the long-awaited kiss on the lips.

“Satoru!” You whine, tugging his hand. 

“We can just stay here, and he can have the TV! We don’t need a TV, right?” Satoru laughs nervously, and you roll your eyes. 

“Just go,” You push him out the door, and he stumbles, throwing daggers at you over his shoulder. Reaching out, you grab his hand, squeezing when the spider comes into view again, a few centimetres higher on the wall than before. Once he realises how big it is, Satoru latches onto you, arms around your shoulders and right leg hitting your hip.

You both stare at the spider in fear and feel Satoru’s breath on your neck. “Please kill it.”

“I can’t,” Satoru separates himself from you and leans down, eyes still on the spider, snatching a stray shoe beside the couch. He then drops the shoe. “No, no, there’s no way.”

“Kill it!” You yell, your voice shrill.

“Hell no! You kill it!” Satoru screams. He climbs onto the kitchen counter and grabs your hand to hoist you up. “Get up here, baby! You’re too pretty and young to die, especially to a spider.”

Then, Satoru rummages around in his pocket for his phone, and when he pulls it out, his hands shake as he clicks on a contact; it's a little funny.

"Who are you calling?" You ask, keeping your eyes on the arachnid.

"Shoko," He mumbles, fumbling with the keyboard before bringing his phone to his ear.

"She won't answer you," You say, but Satoru is too occupied with his phone to notice the dig.

"Ugh," He groans after the call goes to voicemail.

"Told you," You whisper, suddenly fearing the spider can hear what you're saying.

So, he calls her again. And after calling Shoko 2 more times, he finally gets an answer. 

“Shoko! Thank God, can you come over and kill this spider?” Satoru pleads. “—Yeah, well, I’m the strongest among sorcerers, not spiders!” 

You shake his arm when you see the spider's legs moving. But because Satoru is laser-focused on the spider, his sunglasses begin slipping off his nose, and you reach to push them up onto his hair so he doesn't break the Gucci's (a tragedy waiting to happen).

"Thank you," He mutters. "Hurry! Please!" Satoru then yells into the phone. "Shoko! I'll do anything."

The thirteen sharply dressed businessmen seated at the conference table all had their eyes fixated on the chatty sorcerer, who was asked to attend a very important meeting regarding the recent appearance of a special grade curse lurking around the company’s headquarters.

“Really?” Gojo said enthusiastically, leaning back in his office chair, swerving from side to side just a bit. “And what else did you do? What’d you learn at school today?”

Some of the impatient men were less aggravated once they realized who he was talking to — his beloved five year old daughter.

“You learned about the life cycle of a butterfly? Oh, that’s amazing . . . And you drew a picture of one? We’re just gonna have to hang it on the fridge then . . . Mommy packed you your favorite sandwich for lunch? Did you gobble it all up? Sounds like you had a fun day, muffin-”

“Satoru.”

The CEO called the sorcerer’s name again, but the man ignored him, grinning as he listened to his adorable daughter ramble on and on about her exciting day.

“Daddy’s gotta hang up soon, he’s in a very important meeting right now. Can you put mommy on the phone?”

As Gojo spoke sweetly to the young girl over the phone, he glared at the CEO, who sighed in utter defeat once the white-haired man still refused to get off of his phone.

“This is ridiculous, Gojo,” the older man grumbled. “It’s rude, unprofessional, and disrespectful to do this in the middle of a meeting!”

“Yeah?” Gojo raised his eyebrows. “If my daughter calls me, I’m going to answer. And you’re crazy if you think I’m not going to speak to my wife as well.”

“But we have a serious situation that needs to be discussed-”

“No, not really. This meeting is entirely unnecessary, considering I could just kill the curse and be done with it. My kid telling me about caterpillars matters more to me than anything you have to say right now, sir.”

For a moment, the big conference room was completely silent until Gojo spoke once again.

“Hi baby,” Gojo beamed at the sound of your beautiful voice in his right ear. “Did you have a good day? I miss you . . . What? The store ran out of rice? You’re right, that is ridiculous. Want me to stop at a different store on the way home? . . . I know what kind, sweetheart . . . I’ll be home before dinner, I promise . . . No, I love you more and that’s not up for debate, sorry . . . Alright, I gotta hang up too . . . Okay . . . Bye, baby.”

Once Gojo hung up, the CEO sighed once again, but this time, with relief. But, as he started to speak, Gojo instantly got up from his chair.

“Hey, where are you going?” The CEO shouted, watching as Gojo headed straight for the door, smiling causally with his hands in his pockets.

“I’m going to kill that curse so I can go home. My wife needs more rice and my daughter wants to show me her butterfly picture, so I’m not staying here for a stupid meeting.”

The CEO’s protests were cut off by Gojo shutting the door behind him as he left the conference room.

And, this was, perhaps, the quickest amount of time in which Gojo has ever killed a special grade curse. After all, he missed his beautiful family, and he’d always make it home, no matter what.

"mmmm—ye-yes! fuh-fuck s'good baby." he raises an eyebrow, peaking through the crack of the door he sees you. groping yourself with one of your hands as you rufflessly rode one of the many pillows you had to beg for to buy all of the pillows. in your free arm, held a pillow but it wasn't just any pillow. it was his. your head buried into that pillow as you rocked your hips back and forth on the pillow.

"m-m-miss yu' sugu." you whine into the pillow, feeling your end coming close and your body becomes limp. falling onto the bed as you fucked yourself back onto the pillow. geto watches as you get yourself off. unconsciously he palms himself through his baggy pants, watching and listening to your sweet moans.

he knew you were getting close. you become more whiny and begging— for your release and right when you felt you were coming undone, he abruptly pushes the door open— the door hitting the wall, startling you. your head shoots to his direction and immediately you roll over, hiding yourself under the ruffled bedding and he chuckles walking in closer to the bed.

he looks down at the pillow you once were riding and see the huge wet patch and cream you left behind before hiding under the blankets. "damn...the pillows soaked honey. missed me that badly?" he says under his breath, pulling his shirt up and throwing it somewhere in the room.

"you-you're not supposed to be home till tomorrow!" you shout under the duvet covers, voice slightly muffled as he walks over to the other side and flips over the cover. seeing you laying on your chest, face buried in the sheets with sheer embarrassment. "satoru—took matters into his own hands...y'know how impatient he is with the higher-ups..." geto informs, bringing his hands to your bare back, caressing your spine and moving down to your ass. massaging and leaving a few spanks before removing his pants—and climbing on top of you.

his hardened dick rested right between your ass cheeks as he slowly moved. dick grazing in between your cheeks as you shyly bring your head up from the mattress and look back at geto. a meaningful grin plastered on his face, “wanna tell me what you want, hun?” he says, grabbing hold of his dick and slapping the tip over your assets and probing at your soaking entrance.

“fuck me…please. missed you s’much suguru!” you say, kicking your feet against the mattress—anticipating his next moves before you hear a sigh released from his nostrils. “yu’sure you missed me n’ not just my dick?” he laughs, spreading your ass cheeks to gain a view of your pretty pussy. glistening with your slick and seeing your entrance clenching round’ nothing.

“pussy wants it so badly, doesn’t she? tell me how badly she wants me to fuck her.” geto commands, running his index finger down your folds and entering his index finger into your clenching hole. wiggling around, seeing you clench your butt cheeks together. you whine at his touch as he explores your insides, hitting every wall. your feet lifting up, almost hitting his butt.

“words baby—need to hear your report.” he coos, slipping his finger out and running it down your lips once more. “be-been empty without your dick for sooo long…wantin’ you to fuck me for hours.” you swallow your pride and start spewing “nonsense” with a click of geto’s tongue, he snapped his hips into your ass— his dick plunging into you without any warning. you shriek at the sudden plunge and the sudden feeling of his thick and lengthy dick start stretching you out.

“fuckkk!” you moan as you feel his dick twitch against your gummy walls. a shiver down your spine alerts you as geto repositions himself. hands resting at the curvature of the tops of your ass, he pushes down, “lift your ass up a bit.” he says and you comply quickly. “move, please. hurry…” you whine, a pout adorning your face as you look back—geto running his hands up your back and raking his hand through your hair, grabbing a ponytail's worth of hair and forcefully pulling you up towards him. back curving as his mouth found a spot right by your ear.

“you can be a patient girl f’me can’t you? waited all week for this needy pussy, only to come home n’ seein’ you fuck yer’self on my pillow.” he husks into your ear before licking at your ear lobe and snapping his hips up against you. a shriek left your lips as your tongue lolled out. “ye-yes! yes! i can…be your patient girl!” you chanted out, holding your moans back as you scrunched the bedding with your hands as he started pounding into you. ass cheeks jiggling whenever his pelvis met your ass.

“sugu! gonna cum! don’t stop…please!” he hums after hearing you moan into the mattress and his speed doesn’t stop. he goes faster and slides one of his hands underneath you, reaching for your hooded clit— starting to rub at your bundle of nerves. “not gonna stop doncha’ worry sweet girl.” he says, speeding up his pace—the slapping of his balls hitting your ass after every thrust sounded through the bedroom. squelching sounds of your soaking pussy started talking, making geto go feral.

his pace stops at your clit as he feels your walls clench down onto his member, feet kicking at the mattress as you climax. geto not wasting one second, pulls out of you and flips you over. immediately going for your breasts, he attaches his lips to one nipple while the other groaps at the other; flicking and pinching you arch your back. legs wrapping around his waist as one of your hands rake into his long black hair.

“missed you honey.” he says in between every kiss he played from your nipples up your neck and ending on your lips. “missed you more, handsome.” you say, kissing him back; you slip your tongue into his mouth after he let out a groan, sucking on his tongue he ruts his hips up. twitching member drenched in your slick with the mix of his precum sliding up your wet folds. making out with him, your free hand travels down—getting a hold of his penis you try (key word try!!) to insert it in yourself but gets stopped when geto pulls away, slapping your hand away from his cock.

“lemme eat this pussy out first eh? before i cum in you.” is all he says before his head squished between your thighs. his lips suction your sensitive and puffy clit as he pokes his tongue out as he sucks. drawing all sorts of things on the bundles as your hips start to roll on their own. geto wraps his hands around both thighs and holds you down. sloppily licking down your slit, kissing your folds—ultimately giving you an australian kiss that has you seeing stars. “suguruuuuuu!!!” you shout as both of your hands roughly grabbed his hair, forcing his face more into your needy pussy.

geto is sloppy but remains elegant when eating you out. taking his time licking each and every crevice that’s down there. looking up through his tired eyes, seeing you bite down on your bottom lip looking at him with pleading eyes. soon, you’re cumming once more. your cum and juices dripping down his chin as he comes back up. sliding his dick up your folds once more until he reenters. “being so good for me.” he says before smacking one of your tits. you moan as his pace increases, grabbing your thighs and putting your legs on top of his broad shoulders. he kisses your ankles as he pounds into you.

breasts bouncing up and down as your hands grope them, trying to keep your breasts contained as he fucks into you. “ah! har-harder please!” he raises an eyebrow, bending your legs so you’re now in a mating press. his cock hitting every good spot now. laying soft and light kisses on your forehead as he muffles his moans. his tip just barely kissing the opening of your cervix makes you cry in pain but with the soothing effect of pleasure. you caress his face, as he bores into your eyes.

“keep squeezing me-ike’ that, g’nna cum in that sweet pussy.” he says, lifting up away from your face and legs—he pushes your legs more into your stomach and chest region as he starts pounder faster and faster, thrusts becoming sloppy and his lips become twisted within his teeth. “augh—fuckkk, cumming y/N, cumming!” geto whines as he feels his load comes pouring out, flooding your womb with his delicacy.

he’s chanting your name, y/N, y/N, y/N, as he forcefully thrusts a few more times; milking himself into you. he’s breathless, heaving and catching his breath from the feral speed he’d just been at. he chuckled before releasing himself. your legs come undone and you breathe heavily. pushing your pussy walls together to spurt out his cum. a loud pop! sound when both his cum and air blurt out of your filled cunt.

“feels…feels so good to be back home.” geto says, falling on top of you and snuggling into the nook of your neck. "i am glad to have you back...even if you were gone for just a week..." you whisper into his head as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, giving him small squeezes with your hands.

"think we need to buy a new pillow..." shamefully you say, looking up at the white ceiling— geto raises his head from your neck and deadpans you right to your face, "no. we already have like...10 pillows filled on this bed— losing one isn't a big deal.."

"but su&jade just came out with their new gingham pillow and duvet covers!! i...i have to get them..." you pout and he kisses your lips before sighing, "fine...we'll go tomorrow okay? but i am limiting you to two pillows okay?" he brings up his hand and extends his pink finger— your lips puckering when thinking through his deal. wrapping your slim finger around his, "promise." you say before giving him a kiss to lock the deal in...but once you pull away, you wink and stick your tongue out. "i mean it, y/N." geto says sternly and you laugh.

"free to talk?" you mouth at him incredulously. satoru replies with a wink and grins, enjoying the show. you're still pinned underneath him, bedsheets haphazardly strewn across your body, and satoru savors the sight of you all needy and pouty.

"yeah, take your time," satoru says amusedly to whoever's on the other side of the phone after a moment. when you reach up and swat satoru's chest indignantly, he uses his free hand to pin your wrists above your head, a clear warning in his eyes.

after a couple of mhm's and of course's, the conversation still isn't over. your patience is waning — who is satoru to just stop in the middle of fucking you to pick up a phone call and say that he's free to talk??

you try to distract yourself by thinking about the mindblowing sex you were having just minutes ago. the longing, glassy stares; the red scratch marks down satoru's back; and of course you couldn't leave out the words.

"fuck, you're taking me so well, sweetheart." "atta girl, you're a natural slut, aren't ya?" "your pussy was made to be fucked by me, wasn't it?"

how did that turn into "yeah, make sure the higher-ups know about this, otherwise they'll give me hell for it. mhm"?

after another bland minute, satoru rolls off of you and sits up with his back against the headboard, sheets falling to expose everything from his waist up. 

you whine in impatience, glaring at him like a sullen child. satoru basically just edged you — one second you're about to get to best orgasm of your life, the next you're forced to watch your boyfriend chat on the phone nonchalantly as if he wasn't just moaning your name like a slut three minutes earlier.

satoru shoots a glare at you and pats his lap, pressing a finger to his lips as a reminder to stay quiet.

well then, he shouldn't have picked up the phone in the middle of fucking you.

you scoot yourself into his lap, purposefully positioning yourself so that your pussy just barely rubs against the head of satoru's still-dripping cock.

it's so worth it when you hear satoru inhale a sharp breath and start to squirm under you, somehow both trying to push himself inside but also trying to inch himself away. it's like he can't decide, but the way his face flushes red speaks volumes.

his voice is breathier than normal as he squeezes his watery eyes shut. "yeah yeah, that's perfect. you mind if i put y'on hold for a sec? alright, thanks."

you glance over at satoru as he retracts the phone from his ear and puts it on mute. not even a second later, he's back on you, manhandling you into a position where he can comfortably eat your pussy, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"you think you're so fucking funny, don't ya?" satoru cooes, looking up at you as he eats you out sloppily. a mixture of his saliva and your essence drips down his chin, and the lewd sounds slipping from his lips are pornworthy. the wail that slips out of your lips when satoru bites down on your thigh hard enough to leave a mark is anything but appropriate, especially when he presses his lips back to your pussy and laughs in the middle of tonguefucking you.

"fuck, you're so lucky my phone's on mute right now," satoru groans, still buried in between your thighs. "god, if my old man could hear you now—"

"your dad's on the other end of the phone?!" you gasp, swatting satoru's head and frantically reaching over him to check if the phone was actually on mute — knowing satoru, it could've just slipped his mind. intentionally.

satoru scowls, muttering a reminder for you to stay still while he eats his dessert before rolling his eyes and grumbling "what does it matter?"

"uh, that's embarrassing!" you whine. when satoru nudges his nose against you again, you reluctantly spread your thighs for him so he can continue his meal. satoru mumbles a thanks, but he doesn't respond beyond that.

"satoru!"

"what??"

"don't you have to finish your call?"

satoru sticks out his bottom lip, fixing his cerulean eyes on you and pouting. "you were just complaining about the call and now you want me to go back??"

"it's your dad, satoru," you groan, pushing his shoulders away from your legs and ignoring his protests. "you don't get any more pussy until you finish that damn call."

"i hate you."

"love you lots, baby."

satoru sighs dramatically and unmutes the call, not bothering to answer his dad's questions with answers longer than a word or two. after anotber minute of this, his dad finally hangs up and satoru lets out an elated cheer.

he turns to you with a mischievous smirk. 

"now, where were we?"

a/n: uhhhhhhhh

reblogs very appreciated!

“that lingerie is working on you…” satoru says as he licks his lips, glistening crystal blue iris following your every movement as you get closer to the man who once rested peacefully on the king size mattress.

“you think so?” you question, standing in front of the mirror as you inspect the lingerie you had on. “of course i do, it looks too damn sexy on you!”

he stares at you like a pervert would, scanning your body. analyzing everything. it was like: satoru being a application that had to go through an updating system. he had to update the document of your body in his brain when he saw you in that white lacey lingerie.

you laugh at his comment, “mmm, if you say so…i was planning on returning it…” sighing as you played with the extra ruffles on the straps.

“well don’t return it!” satoru urges, getting up from the bed and quickly stands behind you. he looked at you from your physical body, to the body reflecting in the mirror. “baby” he coos while rubbing the curve of your waist, “you look like pile of swans…so sexy.” he whispers, guiding his hands down your curves and stopping at your hip dips. placing kisses around your shoulders.

“is that a good thing?” you ask softley, turning to the side slightly as you gained a view of your behind. “of course it’s a good thing.” satoru cajoled as he ran one his hands around one of your ass checks and then softley spanking it a few times.

“toru~” you whined, grabbing his free arm and giving him the eyes of want and need. the eyes that he could never not comply to.

the eyes that made him cave in so, so so easily…

"gonna ah, fuck you 'till you see yourself like how i- ahh fuckking do." his words spewing out in between grunts as he stuffs your tight pussy full. "ruu! goin' too fast!" you whine, moving your hand down to right above his pelvis, trying to slow him down.

"want me to sl-slow down?" he smirks, and you viciously nod, "yes please, s'too much!"

he does what you say but his thrusts become incredibly slow. hitting your sweet spot with every harsh and slow moving thrust that he gave to you. whimpering, you wrap your legs around his waist, heels of your feet resting on his gluteus medius. trying to use all your strength to force him forward quicker.

"thought you, wanted me to go slower hmm?" he questions, his pace still slow, hitting your cervix every few thrusts. "hmm not-not that slow." you grumbled and he laughed in your face. "make up your dumb mind. want me to go fast or slow." he says roughly grabbing your chin with one of his hands, looking down at where the two of you were connected as he thrusted into you.

"faster, please. wan' want to squirt on yuu." you babble and he quickened his pace. he stands straight, grabbing your legs as he starts to pound into you. hitting your cervix every time with every hard thrust.

your moans turning louder and the squelching sounds of your pussy filled satoru's ears. "rub your clit baby fuck--yeah just like that." his hands dragging from your legs to the lower part of your back, arching your back just the slightest but just enough that the tip of his cock repeatedly poked at your gummy spot.

"cumming satorruuu!!" you shout as your legs tremble and clear liquid sprayed all over satoru's pelvis, dampening his skin and the hair that layed. "atta girl--that's it. fuck gonna fill your pretty pussy up. ah fuck fuck fuck fuck, squeezing me so damn ti--aghh!" his white locks sticking to his sweaty forehead as he bites down his tongue.

"cum in me toru! need your cum in my pussy." you whine, grabbing onto his forearm and leaving crescent moon marks into them as his pace stutters, becoming more rigged and sloppy.

he cums and paints your gummy walls with his creamy white cum. giving you a few slow strokes before pulling out.

"that's slap a slap good slap pussy." he says, slapping your sensitive pussy with the tip of his cock. sliding the tip up through your folds and sinking the head into your entrance, teasing as he caught his breath.

"should...should wear lingerie more often...fucked--ah fucked me good, toru~" you say, rubbing circles on his back.

"think that's a good idea, baby."

who knew seeing you in lingerie for the first time would turn gojo satoru feral.

satoru nodded vigorously. "it was…the best. party. ever," he declared, his words punctuated by hiccupping laughter.

as you settled him on his side of the bed, you gained a better view of his face. pink and flushed. whenever he laughed or spoke, the scent of alcohol escaped and filled your nostrils. you saw him struggling with unbuttoning his shirt so you swatted his hands away and started undoing the buttons for him.

"y’er know," he began, leaning towards you with a mischievous twinkle in his azure eyes, "shoul’ve seen me on the dance floor baby. i was tearing everyone up!"

chuckling, unable to resist his charm, you slide his buttonup off his arms before replying, "oh i am..i am sure you were," you said, shaking your head affectionately.

“missed you s’much though.” he whines, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. “ho-how come you’re up late?” he stutters, resting his head on your stomach.

rubbing circles on his back you hummed, “i wasn’t up actually…i woke up cause you were making a lot of noise.” you pout to him, he looked at you with sorry eyes. “lemme giv’ kiss. as apology.” he says and as he puckers his lips you deny him.

the smell of alcohol that hit your nose every time he spoke was flowing towards you brain, almost giving you a headache. “maybe you should go shower stink butt.”

he was definitely taken aback from the name when he looked at you confused. “s-stink butt? ah just…just for that i am not gonna shower.” he snickers, tickling your side.

“satoru!! you’re a brat when drunk!” you whimper as he stops his movement and brings you up on his lap. “mmm yeah, a- a very cute drunk brat.” his head fount its spot in the crook of your neck, and you could feel his lips become a pout.

“my very cute drunk brat.” you emphasized on the ‘my’ and he immediately shot his head up and looked into your eyes. “y-yeah baby. your drunk brat. only yours.” he coos, tapping your thigh.

it became quiet with just the midnight breeze flowing into your bedroom. that until you finally got satoru into his pajamas. he put up a fight about showering tonight because he wanted to shower with you but, since you already showered it wasn’t reasonable. but on the other hand, you didn't want to deal with his stubbornness so you let him into the bed. putting the blanket over him and snuggling close to his backside. whenever he's like this, you're the big spoon.

“baby.”

“yes?”

“you’re so…beautiful did you know that? and-and how much i love you?”

“you tell me everyday. i know you love me. i love you too satoru.” you reassure, laying a soft kiss on the back of his ear.

“everyday-isn’t enough…..somedays, well. maybe if you’re up for it. i’ll propose to you…want you to be my wife. not that you aren’t already but..make it offical, y’know?”

“maybe one day toru. but, not right now okay?” you coo, stroking the back of his hair and running your finger down the bridge of his nose.

“get some sleep okay? you’re gonna have a long day of being hungover..” you say as you continue to run your finger down his nose and he sighs.

“you treat me so well. i-i…”

“shhh, sleep. you can tell me tomorrow~.”

when gojo satoru is drunk. he becomes talkative. not knowing the social cues of when someone has no interest so then you shut up but, he rambles till the sun awakens. but under your command, he stays quiet and within a few seconds, he is sound asleep.

light snores escaping his mouth turning into loud obnoxious ones. you laugh before turning over and closing your own eyes.