#ventoru

You struggle to stay still. With your legs stretched to aching, your flat feet crushing his bare chest and with his thick cock splitting your pussy. It's hard not to want to subtly move at least to release a little tension, when Satoru places the phone in between the two of you and fixes the camera angle talking to himself, complaining about the dim lighting in the room with the curtains closed.

He looks so focused, tongue carving his upper lip back and forth as if performing a task of utmost importance and you find it inevitable not to squeeze around him a little, impatiently.

“Babe, just take the picture,” you tell him desperately at this point, your arousal dripping down your ass cheeks onto the mattress, aching with need to start getting fucked.

Satoru, however, takes his time. He grunts, gasps and moans to himself as he pulls out of you almost completely where only the swollen head is left in your visibly fluttering hole, then proceeds to make a short video where he simulates fucking you; he thrusts his hips in a deep rotation that has your toes curling up and your breath coming in gasps into your lungs.

He plays his thumb over your clit back and forth, talking dirty to the camera before ending the video and tossing the phone to the side of the mattress which bounces gently.

“Okay, I'm ready now,” satoru chuckles releasing tension, taking one of your feet off his chest to bring it to the level of his mouth and bending his back leaves a fleeting, love-filled kiss on your ankle. “I just wanted to have something to remember you by while I'm gone.” Something more than the dozens of pictures he has in his gallery of you, you want to remind him.

Satoru begins to fuck you slow and deep, with the help of his free hand massaging your clit and spreading your juices all over your outer lips.

“I know,” your back arches seeking more of the pleasure. “It'll only be two weeks.”

“That's a long fucking time.” He thrusts his hips in such a way that your skins meet in a loud clap.

For someone whose love language was touch, you knew where that concern was coming from so this time you nod your head. Satoru settles your feet on top of his shoulders and pushes forward bending your body into a new posture, shaping you so that his cock now reaches deeper places inside you.

“Do you feel it twitching?”

“Uh huh,” you reply with your mouth open, gasping his breath sneaking inside.

“I'm going to cum soon, sorry. Recording you made me so hard.”

“We should do it more often then,” you tease, with a hint of seriousness sinking your fingers into the short hair at the nape of his neck, tangling in the white strands to manage to pull his hair and bring him closer to your mouth. Satoru groans.

“I'm going to miss you so much,” he gasps sucking on your lower lip, his teeth digging into the soft flesh to then muffle the stinging pain with his warm tongue licking it.

“I know. Me too.”

Satoru licks your mouth half open, gasps the moment your lips meet and grunts after you clench tightly around him letting him know you were going to reach your orgasm soon.

“I'm gonna fucking cum in you,” he murmurs in warning, sweaty forehead resting on yours.

"What?" Gojo chuckles softly, his fingers sliding a little further down your waist, drawing you even closer to the warmth of his body.

Everything is quiet outside; the sun's rays shyly sneak through the gaps the curtains allow, while the warmth of the sheets wraps around you, making you want to stay there forever. It is your safe place.

Your fingers materialize in front of his face, and Gojo follows them with his gaze, as if mesmerized. When you brush his nose and trace soft lines on either side of his cheeks, he shivers slightly, his eyelashes fluttering with a gentle twitch.

"You have freckles," you say simply. "One, two..." you begin to count, but you lose yourself in the constellation of tiny reddish dots that decorate the perfection of his skin.

"You're lying," he says with a playful tone.

"You also have on your back," you add amused, touching his nose once more. You try to slide back under the sheets, but he catches your hand and pretends to bite it. His teeth make a slight pressure, and you exaggerate the pain by letting out a squeak. "Ouch!" you laugh, unable to contain yourself.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ a break from reality, an escape in the jujutsu tech library where the strongest meets his one and only weakness.

satoru usually wears turtlenecks so that would be his first choice (.. he picked up that habit of mine, he likes the way they look on me and now he made them part of his closet too jsjs), along with comfortable pants and simple sneakers. from my side, i like to wear dresses so i would go with something like that, with low shoes so we can enjoy walking while holding hands 🤍