VEN

The camera shakes a bit as Satoru tries to dodge the pillow you throw at him. When the lens focuses again, you’re shooting him a playful glare, patting the soft, Egyptian cotton duvet beside you. He heeds your wordless request without a complaint, and for a few seconds, all the camera can see is his pale feet padding across the plush carpet of the hotel room, before he flops in bed with you.

Finally, he turns the camera around, and both your beautiful faces are in frame. He lets you sit up and hug his face against your chest, where you’re able to press tender kisses on the top of his head. Satoru visibly melts, nuzzling his cheek against your cleavage, which makes you chuckle a bit.

“Why don’t you tell the audience why we’re here?” he suggests with a teasing grin, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes that rival the ocean behind you. You sigh playfully before looking into the lens, your cheeks burning slightly from fighting the smile that threatens to bloom on your face.

“To our lovely viewers, Future Satoru and Future (Name), we are currently in Okinawa for our honeymoon~” You sing, unable to fight your smile now. “And after a long day of sunbathing and making sure my lovely husband doesn’t drown while giggling over sea cucumbers, I am finally ready to settle down and fall asleep—“

“Hey!” Satoru protests, raising his head from your chest with an adorable, petulant pout on his lips. “That’s not what you told me after dinner… but, if you’re tired, then I guess we can go to bed early…”

You try not to laugh at the way he mumbles the last part, knowing that you were teasing him and fully intend on fulfilling the salacious promises you had whispered in his ears earlier. Poor thing, he was so good and well-behaved for you, despite how irresistible you looked all night.

Humming softly, you thread your fingers through his soft, snowy hair, giggling when he whines softly. “Why don’t you remind me what I told you, then?” you whisper in his ear. “That way, I can treat you like the way you deserve.”

Satoru looks up at you with hooded eyes, the blue in them now stormy with desire. Searching your face, he tries to see if there’s any hint of hesitation— anything that gives away the impression that he’s making you indulge him despite your supposed tiredness. However, all he sees is an equally hungry look in your eyes, causing a sultry smile to form on his face.

Leaning forward, he starts kissing the spot on your neck where your pulse races, pausing to give it kittenish licks and daring nips that make you gasp and giggle. He hands you the camera, allowing himself to brush against your ribs before cupping your breasts through the soft knit of your dress. “Can I show you instead?” he asks in a hushed, pleading tone, despite the hunger in his expression. You bite your lip softly, adjusting the device in your hand so that it focuses on your husband’s face with your cleavage.

Slowly, Satoru kisses down your neck to your collarbones, where his lips graze against the smooth, bronze skin with a reverence that has your heart stuttering. You’re pretty sure he can feel it, too, because you can feel him smile against you. Venturing between your tits, his plush lips kiss the sensitive valley between them. He shoots you a playful grin before motorboating them with his face, relishing the way you squeal and squirm underneath him. However, that turns into a soft, breathy moan when he swirls his tongue wetly over the swells of your breasts. The camera trembles with the hand that is holding it, while you brush his frosty hair idly. He makes eye contact with you, before looking right at the camera, pushing the fabric that covers your right breast out of the way to expose your dark, sensitive nipple.

He gives it a soft kiss, one that makes you whine softly, before sucking it into his mouth. The gasp you let out seems to spur him to suck harder, lashing the pebbled bud with his tongue and giving it random nips to keep you on edge. Not once does he break eye contact with the device recording the entire thing, and when he’s finally done abusing your nipple, he gives it a sharp tug with his teeth, not letting it go until you whine with pleasure and pain. Letting it go with a pop, he watches your tit jiggle back in place, a dark bite mark blooming around your areola.

“(Name), you have the sexiest tits,” he murmurs while nuzzling and sniffing them lewdly. “They just call out to me, you know? Just begging for me to bully them…”

As he moves to abuse the other side, you whimper softly and tug on his hair. His attention is immediately on you, concern showing in his furrowed brows as he worries over the possibility of hurting you. You give him a soft pout and gesture to your aching hand propping up the camcorder.

“I want to touch you too,” you whisper, a needy tilt entering your tone. It’s one that Satoru cannot resist, so he gently takes the camera back, setting the recording on standby, and kisses your wrist apologetically before climbing out of the bed with obvious reluctance.

“Where are you going?” you ask him, slightly confused. You thought he was simply going to set it aside before pouncing on you again, and when Satoru turns back to look at your curvy, sprawled form, the wanton expression on your face, and your breast glistening with his spit in the dim light, he has to fight the urge to do so. Instead, he focuses on the travel luggage set aside neatly by the bathroom door, rummaging through it until he finally pulls out what he’s looking for.

Your eyes widen when you finally take in the tripod that is in Satoru’s hand. You look at his triumphant expression and back at the gadget in disbelief before bursting out into a fit of giggles.

“Satoru, did you really bring a tripod for our amateur videos?” You ask when you’ve finally calmed down, feeling a little guilty when you see the dejected pout on his face. “It’s very… inspiring… to see you so dedicated to, um, the cause.

It takes all the willpower in you not to laugh again when your poor husband lets out an ironically scandalized huff. “I brought it so we can take nice pictures by the beach. You're welcome, by the way,” he snips haughtily. “It just so happens that my lovely tripod is convenient here as well. Aren’t I so smart, (Name)?”

You roll your eyes and sigh, watching as he screws the camcorder onto the head’s plate. He extends the legs and the center column, adjusting the angle and position so that the lenses are facing you again. You roll onto your stomach and wiggle your hips playfully.

“Does my ass look great from this angle? I hope you can see my tan lines in this lighting.”

Satoru lets out an amused snort, focused on making sure the tripod is set up correctly until he’s satisfied. When he’s done, he resumes the recording and saunters back to the bed. His hands find your hips, and he pulls you back so that your ass is up in the air while you lie flat on your chest.

As he slowly pushes your dress above your ass to expose the black bikini thong underneath, you feel a surge of arousal pool in your stomach. Something about the exhibitionist nature of recording the intimate act between you two fills you with a thrill that you can’t explain, and you’re mentally praising Satoru for coming up with this idea, despite how silly it seemed at first.

He gives your ass cheeks a soft kiss while hooking his index finger under the thin scrap of fabric. Just to tease you, he tugs on it so it wedges between your soft lips and catches against your clit. However, just as you’re about to urge him to do something, his other hand comes down against your plump rear, causing a cracking sound to echo throughout the room. You yelp in surprise, but when he spanks you again, it turns into a high-pitched moan. You raise your ass higher and give it another wiggle to indicate that you want him to do that again.

“You love it when I do that, don’t you, baby?” Satoru muses with a soft chuckle, which turns into a snicker when you grumble at him incoherently.

Satoru takes turns reddening each side of your ass, even giving it sharp pinches to make you whine loudly. He knew you were a glutton for pleasure and pain mixed into a heady cocktail, and he was more than willing to serve it to you. His punishment goes on for another minute before you start to soak through your thong with your slick. This time, he pushes the fabric aside and spreads your plush cheeks for the camera, exposing your dripping pussy framed by damp, dark curls and your winking asshole. You feel your cheeks burn with a sliver of humiliation, but mostly anticipation as you can feel his blue eyes stare at your most intimate parts with an unnerving intensity.

He takes a moment to adjust your position slightly, so that the camcorder can see you better, before leaning in to drag the flat side of his tongue from your clit to your perineum. You let out a soft moan, grinding back against his face when he gives your pussy an open-mouthed kiss.

“I want to see you,” you whine, not really caring about the theatrics for the camera. Yeah, this position would be so hot to watch later on your phone, but it was also your honeymoon. You wanted to make love with your husband first and foremost, and you couldn’t do that with your cheek against the pillows.

Satoru seems to understand your train of thought from your simple request and allows you to roll onto your back again. He helps you peel your dress off, exposing your mouthwatering curves. Palming at your tits, you let him drag you to the edge of the bed and spread your legs nice and wide for his viewing. He takes his time kissing and biting your inner thighs until you are a writhing mess, but when you move impatiently to take your thong off, he stops you with his firm hands.

“Keep this on,” he instructs in almost a whisper, but it’s a tone that brooks no argument. You obey, moving to rest your hands in his hair instead.

Pushing the fabric aside properly, Satoru finally has you where he wants you to be. He licks his lips before diving back in. He eats you out like a man starved and possessed, spreading your pussy lips with his two fingers so that he could plunge his tongue deeper into you. You moan whorishly, bucking against his hungry mouth uncontrollably. Your fingers tug on his soft hair, and you vaguely feel your wedding ring catch against a few strands, which, oddly enough, turned you on even more.

His name falls from your lips like a soft prayer, but Satoru is the one truly worshipping you. His hands catch your calves and pin them back as far as possible before he starts sucking on your clit in a way that makes you see stars. The cool metal of his wedding band presses against your skin as his grip tightens, unwilling to let you go until he is done. As much as you want to clamp his head between your thighs and ride out your pleasure, all you could do was simply take it as he slurped and smacked loudly against your folds.

Feeling bold, you prop yourself up on one elbow and briefly eye the camcorder sitting on the tripod. It’s only then do you realize that Satoru had turned the LCD around so that you two could see what exactly was being filmed, which leads to you watching yourself being spread out like sin and feasted upon by your husband.

The dim, romantic lighting casts a warm glow on your skin, something that adds to the erotic allure of the scene, and your husband is between your legs, long having forgotten about his unconventional idea. It was all so fucking hot, and you found that you wanted to contribute somehow, despite wanting to focus on your honeymoon. Satoru did put in the effort to try something new, and this was something you two will look back at with fondness and desire, so you might as well put on a good show.

Your teeth worry your bottom lip before you tentatively cup your breasts and pinch the dark, sensitive buds, moaning at the multitude of sensations coursing through your body. Feeling bold, you start tugging at them harder, trying to mimic the way Satoru’s hungry mouth feels on them, and for some reason, watching you pleasure yourself really seems to push you toward the edge.

“Fuck, Satoru…” you mewl, not being able to prop yourself up any longer with how close you are to cumming. You palm your tits harder, in tune with your husband’s vigorous mouth against your sex. He takes this opportunity to let go of one of your legs to rub two fingers against your slit before sliding them inside with ease.

Suddenly, he pops off of your aching pussy, fingers still buried inside but now unmoving. You whine in frustration, looking down to see that he was waiting to make eye contact with you. His pupils are blown out with lust, and he has this drunk expression on his face.

“(Name), I want you to keep looking at me no matter what,” he says, a hint of desperation in his raspy voice. “Please, baby? Can you do that for me?”

You look at him, confused, until he takes his other hand and lays his palm flat on the area between your pelvis and your belly button, pressing down enough so that there’s a slight pressure. Before you could gasp out your half-hearted protest, Satoru is curling his fingers against that special spot within your velvety walls, rubbing against it like a musician fine-tuning his instrument. When he ducks his head down again to suck your aching, abused clit back into his mouth, your eyes almost roll back into your head before you catch yourself and meet his ocean blues again.

Satoru looks at you with so much adoration and reverence, a complete contradiction to his current pursuit of making you violently squirt against his face and the high-quality hotel sheets. He tends to pull this when he’s overly happy and in love, which is almost all the time, and you frankly wouldn’t have it any other way.

You could say you are just as addicted to making a mess.

Satoru loves how absolutely drenched your pussy is right now, but he knows that he could do better for you. That’s why, when he feels the first few ripples of your walls against his fingers, he seals his mouth over your clit to give it some timely, hard sucks while he presses down a bit more against the spot beneath your belly. Like magic, you let out a loud cry that transforms into one of those slutty moans he loves hearing from you as you soak his face, neck, chest, and the sheets with your cum. Your back arches off the bed rapidly, and you're pulling his hair in a way that would be painful if he weren’t getting high off of lapping your release with his greedy tongue.

“Fuck, Satoru!” You cry out between sobs as you start to toe the line of overstimulation, especially when it seems like your husband intends to move to round two of his oral assault already. “E-Ease, baby… ease…”

Through the haziness, he seems to register your verbal white flag and gently pops off your aching cunt with a final kiss to your swollen, twitching clit. He then carefully sets you back down on the bed, where you feel how much of a mess you’ve made beneath your ass.

He crawls up your shuddering form, leaving a trail of kisses on your belly until he faces you with a wide grin as he takes in your debauched expression and heaving tits. Swooping down, he pulls the nipple he neglected earlier into his mouth to give it a gentle sucking before tugging on it with his teeth playfully. You whimper, your mind reeling with the sensual assault he had provided, and he finally comes back up to give you a soft, loving kiss while hugging you close enough to his body to feel his heartbeat.

The room is quiet, save for your soft moans combined into one and the tides crashing against each other in the distance. You could faintly hear the hum of the air conditioner in the room and even the chatter of tourists heading out to the resort’s beachside bar a few floors below. The scent of jasmine, cocoa butter, and sex permeates the room, and altogether, it builds into a memory that you will cherish forever. Especially when the two of you pull away and you cup Satoru’s face in your hand, looking at the boyish smile on his face, the way his damp, snowy hair falls to cover his forehead, and his soft blue eyes drinking in every part of you. Pulling him down into a hug, you kiss the side of his neck, smiling softly against his skin when you feel his pulse race and hear his breath hitch.

“Satoru, I love you,” you whisper, but it’s as clear as day to him. “My beautiful husband– all mine.”

Warmth fills his body, and he hugs you tighter against his muscular form. He whines when you pull away briefly, but you silence him with another kiss, taking your time with it. It takes a few moments of your passionate liplock to realize that Satoru was desperately grinding his hard-on against your thigh. His soft pants brush against your lips and chin, but he doesn’t move—  almost as if waiting for you to permit him.

“(Name),” he rasps in between soft whimpers. “I love you, too… please…”

You don’t need him to beg you twice;  your fingers are already working on the drawstrings of his cargo shorts before hooking under the waistband and pulling them down with his boxers to release his aching, flushed cock. Precum oozes at the tip, and you can’t help but coo at him, kissing his blushing cheeks while you reach down to smear his tip with the soft pad of your thumb. You give him a few strokes, and are about to get on your knees to show his throbbing length some love, when he wraps a tight hand around your bicep to stop you.

“Later,” Satoru pleads. “I need to be inside you, right now.”

He brings you back onto the bed and hugs you in a spooning position, facing the camera, before lifting your top thigh slightly to hook it between his elbow. Some time during this process, your drenched thong is tossed away, leaving you bare under his molten gaze. Shifting his hips closer to you, he grinds his cock gently against your weeping slit as he waits for you to put it in while lavishing your neck and shoulders with kisses and licks. You make sure you’re comfortable, making him grab two pillows to place under your heads before reaching down to grab his length. Rubbing his tip against your clit, you tease both of you for a few seconds before finally pressing down and letting him slide into you with ease.

You two let out loud moans when Satoru finally bottoms out. His hand is gripping your thigh as hard as your hand that had reached back to yank his hair, but none of you seems to care because you are finally one with each other. Waiting a moment or two to take just how whole you make each other feel, he finally starts thrusting with slow movements of his hips, taking into consideration that he is well endowed, and you will always need some time to adjust.

However, once you start clenching down on him and whining for more, he picks up the pace and starts moving like he’s possessed. His balls slap lewdly against your ass, and a thick ring of slick forms at the base of his cock while he pumps himself in and out of you. Your cheeks are pressed against each other while you both compete for how loud and debauched you can moan and let the entire hotel know just how good you were feeling. Satoru lets go of your thigh to grab your tit, but you still hold your leg up for him to reach deeper and hit that spot that makes your eyes roll back into your head.

“Can I make you squirt again?” he rasps against your ear, nibbling on your earlobe to make you clench around him harder. “Please, baby, I wanna make you feel so good today… I know I can make it feel even better than the first one.”

You don’t say a word, bringing the hand that’s tugging on your nipple desperately down to where you and he are joined together. Placing his fingers against your clit, you guide him with fast, rapid motions until he understands what you need from him.

It’s almost like a switch flips in Satoru, and he starts pounding into you faster while rubbing your clit in a frenzy. You throw your head back, mouth falling open into a silent scream while the bed creaks loudly and the headboard slams against the wall of your room. Meanwhile, your husband is whispering absolute filth in your ear, praising your wet pussy for making the sloppiest noises while you milk him for his worth.

Satoru is in heaven, and he makes that known to you as he lets out shamelessly loud and slutty moans while he ruts into you with reckless abandon and abuses your swollen clit with four fingers. He feels your walls quake violently around his length, and he knows you’re close to having another big, messy orgasm. When you start squirming and sobbing frantically, he only doubles down, chasing his own release so that you two can be in bliss together.

"Wouldn't it be amazing?" he whispers huskily against your ear. "If we leave this trip with a lifetime souvenir... right here? One that we could bring next year to include in our family photos?" He rubs the spot on your belly where his cock bulges beneath the skin obscenely, and it takes you a second to understand what he's implying before your pussy starts rippling around his cock like crazy, your skin burning to fever pitch as you consider the possibility.

After a particularly hard thrust that makes your toes curl, you gush around his girth at the same time he presses against the opening of your womb, flooding it with thick ropes of hot cum. This, itself, sets off another mini orgasm for you, and you're shaking from head to toe and arching your body like you’re possessed, letting out strangled, guttural moans. Satoru hugs you close through all of this, kissing your shoulder soothingly while grinding his hips in circles, stirring his spunk deep inside of you.

It takes you a moment to calm down, and Satoru is already moving you to the next position, his cock already rock hard despite his torrential release.

“Satoru!” Squealing, you moan as he gropes all over you impatiently while kissing and sucking hickeys into your neck. He’s far gone in the depths of his desire for you; the only goal in his mind is to make you cum as much as possible tonight.

And when Satoru sets his mind on something, there’s no stopping him until he’s fulfilled that goal beyond expectation.

He moves like he’s on a mission. You don’t know how long he’s been fucking you for, manhandling you into positions that would put yoga instructors to shame. The two of you work up a sweat, with his chiselled muscles glistening like marble under the dim light, making him look unreal and unbelievably sexy. Your voice is hoarse from screaming and sobbing every time he thrusts against that sweet spot inside you.

Although, while you were folded in half, you vaguely remembered that the camcorder was probably still recording you two. You think about the angle it could possibly be capturing and realize that it has a full view of Satoru’s muscular ass and thighs, and the way his thick length pistons into you, your opening trying its best to stretch itself around his girth. His balls make wet slapping sounds against your ass, and some sinister perverted part of you is giddy about watching the recording with him once you get back home.

You lost all coherence after he made you wail embarrassingly loud by tongue-fucking your tight little asshole before pumping in and out of it tenderly with his monstrous cock– one that only seems to be getting harder with each round. The little shit had packed a bottle of that sickeningly sweet, strawberry-flavoured lube he loves oh so much, allowing him to slide into your tiny hole with perverted squelches. All the air left your lungs while he slobbered all over your nape while shoving each delicious inch of his girth into you, your swollen rim stretching obscenely around him.

You’re pretty sure your brain short-circuited after he dumped at least three thick loads deep into your guts, or it might’ve been the way he whispered how much he loved your tight, warm ass wrapping around his cock with such genuine adoration.

By the time Satoru was satiated for the night, you were on the brink of passing out from sheer exhaustion and ecstasy. Thankfully, he had half the mind left to carry you to the bathroom and thoroughly clean you two up, making sure he was gentle with your highly sensitive skin. After he was sure that you both had no traces of tonight’s activities– save for the bruises and bite marks– he carried your limp body back to bed, hastily throwing the top duvet aside to lay you down with utmost care.

He notices that the flower in your hair had fallen onto the floor sometime during your lovemaking, and he picks it up carefully to set it beside the lamp on the nightstand.

You vaguely feel his weight off the bed as he fumbles with the camcorder, which is now beeping, warning about its low battery. He shuts it off and sets it on the TV stand before joining you in bed again, pulling you against his chest and tucking your head beneath his chin. Closing his eyes, he lets the satisfying ache in his entire body and the warmth of yours lull him to sleep, a small smile sitting on his lips because he’s exactly where he wants to be.

—

He feels a warm tightness around his length, the swipe of a firm, wet muscle along a thick vein, and it slowly pulls him out of the deepest sleep he’s ever had.

His long, white lashes flutter softly as he opens his eyes and squints at the golden rays of the bright sunrise filtering through the sheer linen curtains of their hotel room. It was only then that he felt the weight of something small and cold on his chest, a contrast to your eager sucking.

Finally, as his vision adjusts itself, Satoru takes in your beautiful face as you hollow your cheeks and stretch your lips around his already rock-hard cock. But what causes him to chuckle sleepily is the way you’ve set the camera up on his chest, facing towards you as you go down on him.

“Good morning to you too,” he murmurs with an adorable, loving smile on his face, sitting up and holding the camera to film you properly. Turning the display screen around, he can’t help but hiss out with the surge of arousal that rushes through him as he watches you bob your head sensually while you suck him off. Hearing him so affected, you look up through your long, fanned lashes and give the camera a sultry wink, one that almost makes him cum then and there. “Seems like you found the charger within all that chaos in my suitcase.”

“Aren’t you glad you married someone who can navigate through your mess?” you quip, popping off to kiss his tip playfully. It twitches in response, causing you to giggle before sliding him back into your mouth with ease. However, Satoru looks at you so lovingly when you say this, brushing your dark hair out of your face with the hand that wasn’t holding the camera and patting it gently with a distant smile.

It’s true, he thinks. You are the only person who could handle the mess that he was sometimes.

Gathering your hair into his fist, he tugs at it to catch your attention. The love in his eyes boils over into something darker and more intense, making your belly flutter with anticipation.

“I’m so glad,” he murmurs mostly to himself, licking his lips oh so subtly as he stares at the way he’s seated in your mouth. He holds the camera steadily despite the way he feels himself losing control by the second. “I’m so glad you found me.”

With that, Satoru starts thrusting into your mouth, slowly at first to stretch your throat nicely before picking up the pace until his balls slap against your chin while he grunts and moans desperately above you. He focuses hard on the display, watching the debauched expression on your face while you try so hard to accommodate his entire length. He makes you deepthroat him a couple of times, cooing while you gag and sputter around him, always making sure to look for any signs of discomfort.

You’re too beautiful, he thinks to himself when he finally pulls his cock out and jerks it off, tapping the tip against your outstretched tongue until he’s shooting his heavy load onto your face and tits. A literal goddess sent to save him from himself.

He’s going to spoil the fuck out of you forever, that’s for sure. It won’t even hold a candle to how much you do for him, but he will die trying to make you the happiest wife ever.

The camera records him swiping his pearly release from your chin and lips with his thumb before letting you clean it off with a few eager licks and sucks. As soon as he’s satisfied, he shuts the camera off and tosses it aside on the bed before pulling you onto his lap and capturing your lips firmly.

“Hey,” you giggle between kisses as he chases your lips. You can’t help but tease him by dodging his eager attempts, which earns you a warning smack on your ass. “I’m covered in your cum, silly…”

“So?” Satoru quips, giving your bottom lip a few nips. He then starts licking your cheeks childishly, grinning widely when you squeal and smack his chest. “It tastes good on you. It tastes like you’re mine.”

He rolls you over before you can respond, making out with you once more with all the patience and love in the world. You squirm a bit before eventually melting from the way his lips move passionately against yours, swallowing all his little moans as he pours his love into you. All it takes is for his fingers to snake between your plush thighs, gently stroking the sensitive flesh down there as he takes your nipple into his mouth and gives it a loud suck. You both make smouldering eye contact, and it's crystal clear that you're going to be skipping the hotel's complimentary breakfast to have your own special kind in bed.

—

“Y’know,” you mumble as you two shower together an hour later, hugging each other as the warm spray of water eases the lingering aches from the night before and this morning. “You’re surprisingly good at acting like a pornstar.”

Satoru snorts, rubbing his hand up and down your back as water flows down your skin. “Am I decent enough to be one for a– hey!”

He scowls when you pinch his nipple harshly and glare at him petulantly. “No one is allowed to see my husband naked. Plus, being the strongest sorcerer in modern history means you earn enough money already. Don’t be greedy.”

“We could do it together, like a husband and wife duo,” he teases, clearly joking.

“You wouldn’t last a day,” you say, nuzzling against his firm chest before kissing the skin right above his heart. “Just imagine how you’d feel if some random men watched our tape from last night.”

This very hypothesis itself fills Satoru with such blinding rage that it makes his cursed energy fluctuate violently. It isn’t until you squeeze his hip firmly and look at him with a raised brow and amused smile that he finally relaxes by just a fraction.

Private tapes are so much better anyway, he decides to himself, letting out a few shaky breaths to regulate his breathing. The lighting inside the bathroom flickers a bit, and it makes you laugh so hard that you throw your head back. Nothing better than having a few dirty little secrets that only the two of you knew about.

“Let’s go eat lobster today,” he finally speaks up, pressing a placating kiss to your temple and switching the topic. He can’t help but crack a wry smile at the way you start laughing harder at how dramatic he was just a moment ago. “And wear something that makes you feel cute. We still need some family-friendly footage of our honeymoon to send back home.”

“Are you going to bring the tripod?” You ask, finally calming down and now excited at the notion of good food and pictures.

“Oh, absolutely. After all, I came prepared, didn’t I?”

Thank you so much for reading!

He doesn’t respond as he stares at you with this enamoured look on his face. You are about to ask him again before he cradles your face in his hands and locks his lips against yours. It’s slow yet sensual and intense, and you feel your breath being stolen away every time he moves his lips. He pulls back slightly, staring into your eyes again with his hazy blues. His lips are swollen and slightly red. He is flushed all the way up to the tip of his ears and you feel a familiar warmth build up at your core.

He looks fucking delicious, and you would devour him right here in the kitchen if your gut wasn’t telling you something was slightly off at the moment.

“Satoru, did something happen during the mission?”

He’s kissing and licking your neck as he speaks. “‘M fine,” he mumbles before moving to that one spot right under your ear. He softly sucks on it before giving it a kiss, causing you to shiver a little. “Just want you . Want you so fuckin’ bad” 

That answers nothing, you think, as you tilt your head a bit to give him more access to the soft skin. You don’t push any further, as you figured he’s not in the mood to talk about it. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place while kissing your jaw before moving back to your lips. You start running your fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp, causing him to groan quietly.

“Fuck,” he mutters, before gliding his large hands down to the back of your thighs. He firmly grips them, causing you to gasp against his mouth.

“Jump.”

You do as he says, and he maneuvers you until your legs are locked around his waist, fingers brushing the silver chain on your ankle. He locks his gaze with yours as he slowly starts grinding you against his growing hard-on. You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck to balance yourself. The both of you are now groaning and gasping into each other’s mouths as he starts to grind harder into you. You aren’t wearing any underwear under the nightgown, and you notice a damp patch starting to form on Satoru’s work pants as you continue grinding on each other and making out. Much to your embarrassment, he notices it too, holding you tight against him so you won’t squirm away. Resting his forehead against yours, he looks down at where both of you are pressed down with each other. You notice that he’s panting harder, his breath coming out in short, hot puffs.

“So wet,” he whispers. “Just for me?”

Your breath hitches when he finally looks back up at you. He sounds so serious, unlike his usual teasing tone. His eyes are blown out to the point where you can barely even see the blue in them anymore.

"Yeah," you whisper back. "Just for you. Only for you."

He looks absolutely fucked out already, but after your sweet confirmation, his pupils dilate by a fraction more as his gaze darkens. You feel yourself getting wetter as you cling to him when he starts walking towards your shared bedroom. Satoru keeps kissing your neck and collarbones, while occasionally biting at the sensitive skin. You know you will be waking up to hickeys that will need covering up before your shift, but you don't find it in yourself to actually complain.

When you get to the bedroom, Satoru gently kicks the door open while still kissing you all over your neck and lips. He's still quiet, but the look of lust mixed in with an abundance of love dispels any concerns you had at the moment. He gently lays you down on the bed, staring at you in awe at your hair splayed out on the bed like a halo, framing your beautiful face. The sight of you looking at him with just as much passion, chest heaving from the earlier warmup as well as anticipation, fuels the fire in him even further.

Your tits are barely concealed by your nightgown, with both straps having fallen off your shoulders on your way to the bedroom. You are about to push it off completely before Satoru stops you, holding your wrists firmly. He’s licking his lips slightly, focused on the way your chest slightly jiggles with every breath you take.

“Let me,” he whispers hoarsely, the sound of his voice making your core pulse.

Kissing the ring on your finger, he lets go of your hands before moving his hands to the neckline of your nightgown. He tugs the fabric upwards and at the sides until it’s tightly stretched over your tits. Your nipples are poking through the thin silk and you feel the warmth of Satoru’s breath on them, given how close his face is. For a moment, he stays there, admiring your chest. Embarrassed again, you are about to speak up, when he suddenly latches on to your right nipple, firmly locking his lips around it. You gasp, bringing your hands up to his scalp again, scratching lightly as he swirls and swipes at the sensitive bud with his tongue. You feel the cloth around your nipple getting soaked with his spit as he gives it one last hard suck before letting it go with a pop. He then repeats his actions with the left one, all while giving both tits firm squeezes periodically. 

At this point, you are craving a lot more, despite the fact that your nipples are starting to feel a little sore. You pat his head gently to grab his attention, and he stops what he’s doing to look at you.

He looks love-drunk. You’ve barely done anything, yet he looks so drunk on you.

You hold eye contact, as you push your nightgown further down, slowly. Your chest is fully revealed before his face and he looks down to see your skin glowing with sweat and his saliva. Satoru feels himself get painfully harder, but wills himself to hold off for a bit longer.

“Satoru,” you almost mumble. “More, please?”

Satoru lets out a shaky breath as he cups your tits again, flattening his tongue as he gives fast, broad licks to your right nipple. You moan a little from the heightened sensitivity as he presses his tongue firmly against the bud before sucking hard. This makes you keen as you push your chest further into his face. He tugs the nipple with his lips before letting go, a string of spit connecting with your bud. He kisses it before moving to do the same with the neglected left bud.

It’s all so lewd, the way he is moving today. Usually, Satoru thrives off of teasing you. Taking his time, getting you all riled up before having you come undone several times. Today, however, he is desperate. Almost as if he cannot get enough of you, despite him literally devouring you with every single touch he sears across your skin.

And you love it. Savouring the moment every single time it happens, because there’s something about the way Satoru fucks when he gets desperate. He becomes a whiny mess, but there’s also something primal about the way he fucks you. All you know is that save for the safe word, there is nothing stopping him tonight.

Now you’re really curious as to what had got him so worked up today.

Satoru is relentless with his ministrations, and you start bucking your hips upward to make an attempt at grinding against his rock-hard boner. He notices this and snakes his hands down to grab your hips hard, holding you still. He then bites down on your nipple, hard, and you arch your back up when you cry out. You look down to find him glaring at you already. Something about how his eyes are focused on you makes you shiver slightly.

“Let me,” he rasps again. “Let me take care of you tonight. Please.”

You swallow and nod a little, anticipation building up in your core. Satoru places a few kisses in between your tits, before moving downwards. He finally pulls the nightgown off your body, throwing it behind his back to god knows where in the room. Slowly pressing his hot tongue all the way to your belly button, he starts placing sloppy kisses on the surrounding skin before biting and sucking to leave a path of bruises. You gasp, knowing what’s coming next, and you feel slick leaking from your pussy and onto the sheets below you.

When his hands come in between your thighs, your legs part and spread easily, giving him an unrestricted view of just how soaked you are for him. He slowly traces his middle finger up and down your folds, causing you to shudder and bite your lip. A moan escapes your mouth when Satoru presses down and rubs circles on your clit with his thumb at the same time he slips his middle finger inside.

“‘Toru,” you whine. “Don’t tease.”

He stares down at you below him, so nicely spread out and wet just for him. Your skin is glowing in the dim light of the bedside lamp, and your nipples are red and shining with his spit. He watches his finger glide in and out of you before adding another finger in with ease. You part your swollen lips to moan lowly at the intrusion, feeling his fingers curling and brushing against your sweet spot.

Satoru moves down your body, adjusting one of your thighs so that it’s resting on one of his shoulders while hooking his arm around it. He places kisses on your inner thigh as he starts to increase the pace of his fingers. You moan louder when you feel yourself being pushed closer to the edge as he curls and scissors his fingers precisely against that one spot. Suddenly, he adds a third finger in as he bites your thigh and you gush around his fingers with a sharp cry, hips twitching from the sudden orgasm.

He makes eye contact with you once you’ve calmed down and brings his fingers to his mouth, lewdly licking and sucking your cum off of them. His lips are shining with your essence and he looks intoxicated with the taste of it. He pops the last finger out of his mouth before surprising you by pushing the back of your thighs so that your knees meet your chest.

“S-Satoru? What are you-”

“I’m gonna take good care of you,” he mumbles to himself. His lips are so close to your pussy, hot breath fanning over the already clenching hole. “I love you so, so much.”

You couldn’t even get your “I love you, too” in before he dives down to lick a broad strip from your hole to your clit.

“Oh, my fu- ngh , Satoru!”

He pays you no mind, though, lost in his own world. He’s lapping at your opening, tongue firmly parting your folds, like a starved man. His chin and cheeks are shining with you since you’re practically leaking at this point. You try to muffle the loud moans threatening to leave your mouth because the walls weren’t thick enough. However, this only pushes him to double down on his ministrations. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucks hard and starts swirling his tongue around it. This causes you to grab his hair with one hand and grab the sheets with the other in order to stabilize yourself, as much as you can.

Your vision is dotted with white and you feel your second orgasm approach rapidly. The wet smacking sounds of his lips against your pussy, make your cheeks burn and you’re turned on even more than ever. He then starts fucking you with his tongue, causing your eyes to roll back a little. You want to squirm away, easing yourself from the crash of pleasure you’re about to feel, but Satoru has you locked in with this position. He’s not relenting either, so drunk on your pussy, that all you can do is simply take it as he devours you.

You’re cumming with a gasp and wail shortly after, and Satoru catches it all with his tongue, slurping and lapping loudly at your release. He lets go of your thighs, placing them back on his shoulders. His mouth, however, is still attached to your core, and you start to feel slightly overstimulated.

“‘Toru,” you plead, still gasping from the orgasm. “‘Toru, please , it’s t-too much.”

“One more with my mouth baby,” he pleads back. “One more, just for me? Please?”

You can’t really say no to that, you think. He’s begging so nicely for you that you feel a new wave of arousal washing over you. You can’t bring yourself to deny him when he’s so desperate, so you just nod.

He starts eating you out again, and this time you moan freely, not caring about disturbing the neighbours anymore. You’re extremely sensitive at this point, and your third orgasm is coming a lot faster than your first two. Satoru senses it this time, and he takes your hand that’s slipping off his head and places it back on top, silently asking you to keep pulling.

That ends up doing it for you. Your breath catches in your throat before you let out a loud, drawn-out moan. Your fingers are fisting into his hair tightly, holding him into place as you swivel your hips up, down, and in circles, as you grind your clit against his tongue. He moans with you as he watches you cum, eyes filled with hearts as he watches your sexy expressions as you come undone.

You are shuddering all over as he cleans you up with his tongue again. A whine escapes your lip as he places one last loving kiss on your overstimulated clit. He then starts kissing upwards from your hips, sternum, both of your nipples, and neck, before finally reaching your lips.

His lips are moving in tandem with yours again. Tongue sweeping against your bottom lip before dancing with your own. You taste yourself on him, making your body heat up even more than you thought possible. He’s sucking on your bottom lip again, panting into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Satoru is beautiful. That goes without saying, obviously. However, no one gets to see him like this. Chest heaving, lips were swollen red, and skin flushed a pretty shade of pink and you haven’t even done anything to him yet.

“Satoru,” you coo into his lips, wrapping your legs around his hips. “You’re so good to me, baby.”

He moans quietly at the slight praise along with you starting to grind onto him again. You feel his clothed cock painfully straining against his uniform slacks against your cunt. Slightly gasping into his ear before nipping at his lobe, you feel the way he ruts into you, mindlessly whining as he searches for more contact.

“I know, love,” you shush, tightening your legs, even more, to still his movements. “But it’s my turn to take care of you now m’kay?”

With that, you use your strength to flip him, straddling his lap as you look down at him with a soft smile. He’s staring up at you, taking in the litter of bruises starting to form on your neck, to the swell of your breasts and pointy nipples, all the way down to your soaked pussy. You look like a goddess; his goddess.

He thinks he might cum on the spot.

Satoru is in a trance as he watches you take his jacket and undershirt off, moving on command as you push the sleeves off of him. You then move downwards to pull his pants and boxers down, leaving his hard cock to bounce out and stiffly lay on his stomach, precum already oozing out a little.

“‘Toru,” you call out, snapping him out of his daze. Blue eyes lock in with yours as you reach a hand down to push his white bangs off of his forehead. You bring that same hand down to cradle his cheek and he leans into it, placing a chaste kiss on the heel of your palm.

“Baby, I want you to trust me and be a little patient, okay?” He nods at this. He’d blow up half of the planet if you asked him to right now.

“And one last thing,” you say, pinning him with an intense, yet unreadable look. He swallows, dick twitching against his abs at your tone.

“No hands.”

After he nods, placing his hands by his sides and fisting the sheets, you smile again, bending down to place a light kiss on his lips before moving to his ear to whisper good boy . You hear his breath hitching in his throat as you start kissing and licking at his neck.

While Satoru usually prefers to be the dominant one, being one to enjoy teasing and making a mess out of you, he loves it just as much when you hold the reins because your sweet words mixed in with your slight sadism is just the perfect amount of torturous pleasure for him.

And you know it’s cruel, disrupting his course of action right now, especially when he’s so pent up. He’s looking up at you with that same desperation again, but it spurs you on more.

You’ll give him the reins back soon. After you’ve had your fun, at least.

You move your way down from his neck to his chest. You gaze at the pendant of the thin, silver chain lovingly; the simple star frame encasing a small baby blue stone. One that matches the charm that your ankle currently adorns. Fingers tracing along the ridges of his muscles, before making their way to flick his left nipple. You kiss the other nipple before lightly sucking it into your mouth. He’s whimpering and you notice his hands fisting the sheets harder. 

Such a good boy.

You reward him by twisting his nipple as hard as possible, causing him to cry.

“Ah- ngh ! P-please!”

His back slightly arches off the bed, and you lightly push him back down. You chuckle at how he squirms and writhes below you. “Sorry ‘Toru,” you say while gently rubbing the nipple you just abused. “Let me kiss it better, yeah?”

Moving your head over, you press light kisses on the nipple before using your tongue to trace wet circles around it. You admire the way both nipples are a pretty shade of pink, slowly transitioning to a shade of red from all your torment. You hear him pant above you as you start trailing your kisses downwards.

Bringing a finger down, you trace his abs, feeling the way his muscles twitch under your touch. You keep pressing wet kisses down his stomach until you’re faced with his twitching length. The tip flushed and overflowed with precum, and you can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation. You look up and connect your gaze with him while you place an open-mouthed kiss on his slit. His hips instinctively jerk upwards, and you pin them back down before placing another kiss. This time, you start giving the head kitten licks, collecting the precum on your tongue.

“Oh shit, ” he moans brokenly above you. “Baby, more .”

You take his length in your hand and spit on it, spreading the mixture of both your fluids as you pump him slowly, up and down. He’s dying to fuck your hand, to rock his hip upwards to the rhythm you’re working on him with. He knows better than to do that though, so he mainly focuses on gritting his teeth and not cumming too soon. 

Which almost fails because soon after, you swallow his entire cock down until it hits the back of your throat. You allow yourself to take a moment and accustom yourself to his girth, slowly swallowing around the entire length. Satoru is moaning and swearing shamelessly above you. His eyes are closed while his brows are furrowed from the hot pleasure he’s receiving. 

You can tell he’s about to cum soon. His knuckles are white and the sheets between his fingers look like they’re close to ripping. His breathing is erratic as if he’s gasping for air and his head is thrashing from side to side. The vision before you makes the ache in your jaw a lot more bearable as you begin to swirl your tongue hotly around the length of his cock. The tight suction of your lips mixed in with the feeling of the wet muscle on his dick already has him reeling, but then he made the grave mistake of opening his eyes to watch what was happening. 

There are fat tears running down your cheeks and your skin is flushed until the swell of your breasts. There is drool seeping out of the corners of your mouth as you continue to bob up and down on his cock. The obscene sound of you slurping on his cock has his head feeling fuzzy and he almost shouts when your sinfully plump lips move even further down to suck one of his balls into your mouth.

He’s about to cum, his nerves are tingling and he’s seeing sparks of light under his eyelids. His cock is spasming every time your lips pop off the head. Just a little more and he’ll tip over the edge.

He doesn’t want to cum like this though. He needs to hold you right now.

Satoru starts whining out of protest and writhing his hips. You ignore him for a few seconds before pulling yourself off of him one last time. You already know what he’s thinking, especially when he’s shamelessly thrusting his hips into the air. The tip of his cock is so flushed, you’re almost sure that it hurts for him. Bringing your hand, you start pumping his length softly and lean into his ear.

“Does my pretty ‘Toru wanna cum?” You whisper while placing soft kisses on that spot under his ear. He’s shuddering as he nods his head furiously.

“Please, baby. Please let me cum in your pretty pussy. Need to fuck you so bad.”

He exhales sharply when you let go of him. You shush him before he starts protesting again by placing a finger on his soft, pillowy lips while kissing his cheeks and temple. To your surprise, he takes the finger on his lips and sucks it into his mouth. You watch as he makes eye contact with you and swirls his tongue around your finger before bobbing his mouth on it, imitating what you were doing to his cock just moments before.

At this point, you’re done teasing. You want him just as badly as he does and there’s no point in dragging his torture any longer. Slowly, you pull your finger out of his mouth, trying not to get too distracted by the shiny line of drool breaking off from his lips. Trailing your lips back to the shell of his ear, you softly whisper the words he had been dying to hear, granting him permission for him to finally do what he wanted even before he came home to you.

“Alright Satoru, it’s your turn n-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he has you squealing and flipped over so that you’re on your back and he’s on top of you again. It was so fast, you have a feeling that his powers might’ve been involved. He leans down while pushing your thighs until your knees are almost touching your chest. When he rests your calves on his shoulders, you can’t help but blush when he kisses your anklet, eyes immediately flitting towards the matching chain on his neck. However, before you can make a flirty comment about it his lips are crashing into yours again. 

This time, there is hunger in the way he licks into your mouth and around your tongue. Kisses like this always took your breath away because it always felt like he was eating you alive. You moan into his mouth as both of your tongues swirl together, causing spit to smear across both your chins.

Suddenly, you feel him swiping the tip of his cock from your clit down to your entrance. With your body folded in half, there’s not much to do except take in the way he devours your mouth and the wetness of both his precum and your pussy allowing his tip to slide up and down tantalizingly. You can only moan into each other’s mouths in pure lust.

Satoru pulls away from you a bit, letting go of your lips with a pop . At the same time, he also stops teasing you, finally aligning himself at your opening. He looks into your eyes lovingly and smiles at you before pressing his forehead against yours and starts pushing his tip into you. Both of you are panting at the intrusion as your walls wrap around his thickness so sinfully. 

Once he’s bottomed out, he closes his eyes for a moment to simply relish the feeling of being connected to you in such an intimate way. You watch his expressions in awe, turned on by the way he openly yearns for contact with you, that you end up clenching down on him, hard.

Both of you didn’t expect what ended up happening next. At the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly, Satoru’s eyes shoot open to meet yours as he lets out the most broken, deranged moan you ever heard. His hips start stuttering and messily grinding into you, and before you can even process what’s happening, you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up.

“Fuck, fuck baby,” Satoru pants. His face is so red and his eyebrows are furrowed with frustration. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

Pulling him down to seal his apologies with your lips, you move your legs around so that they are firmly wrapped around his waist, ensuring that he doesn’t pull out. Sucking on his bottom lip, you start grinding your hips in a clockwise motion, which allows you to feel his cock nudging at your sweet spot with every swivel. Bolts of pleasure shoot through you as you feel your clit rub against his pubic bone.

“Mmh, Satoru,” you call out as you gasp and let out a sultry whine. “Love your cock so much. You fill me up so nicely.”

Satoru can only gape at you in fascination. The way you move your hips has him hypnotized and your eyes are hooking him in like a siren’s call. He watches the way you bite your lip and gasp as you throw your head back. You’re so lost in pleasuring yourself on his cock that, despite having let out a load just now, he feels himself get painfully hard again.

His perfect wife. His little minx.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know,” he breathes out, which only makes you smile and wink at him. Holding your hips firmly, he stills your movements. He then grabs onto your legs wrapped around his waist and bends them back to their original position, effectively folding you in half again. This time, he immediately plunges in and starts thrusting at a deep pace causing the both of you to groan loudly into each other's lips. The room is gradually filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping each other, moaning, and the squelching of his cock fucking your wet pussy.

At this point, Satoru is pounding you hard into the mattress. The worrying sounds of the springs and frame creaking are a clear indication of the ruthless way you’re getting dicked down right now. You stopped caring about the headboard of your bed banging against the wall loudly. Fuck your neighbours, at this point . There’s even the possibility of the bed breaking by the end of the night, but you’re not in the right state of mind to be pondering about that. With your position, you can’t move around much so all you can do is take it as he stirs your guts around with his cock. You feel the tip of his cock kiss the delicate opening of your cervix and your eyes roll back into your head as you let out a guttural moan.

Satoru is in no better condition than you. He’s by your ear rambling obscenities as he looks down at where he rocks into your tight, wet heat. There is a white ring at the base of cock from the combination of both of you, and it only turns him on even more.

“That’s right baby,” he pants as he drops his cock into your cunt. “Got s’much love to pump into ya. Gonna fill ya up ‘til you’re leaking all over the sheets. Wanna make a mess outta ya.”

You’re way beyond coming up with intelligible responses. Your tongue is almost lolling out as your body shakes with the rough, almost animalistic thrusts. To make things worse, you feel his tongue licking your throat fervidly before he latches onto that one spot on your neck which has bolts of electricity shooting down to your core. He angles his hips slightly, fucking into your sweet spot now and you know that you are close.

Satoru knows this too because right now, your grip is like a vice and your pussy keeps sucking his cock back in, walls fluttering around him arrhythmically. He feels himself reaching his peak for the second time that night, and it’s perfect because tonight he wants to cum with you as much as possible.

Snaking his hand down towards where the both of you are connected, he slowly, but firmly starts thumbing at your poor clit. He feels your breath hitch in your throat, only causing him to suck on the skin harder and increase the pace of his fingers and cock.

“Sa- Satoru ,” you sob, voice raspy with the way you’ve been moaning and screaming. He loves the way you already look so fucked out, knowing he’s not even close to being done with you tonight. “‘M close. Gonna cum.”

“Me too baby,” he moans back, words punctuated with every thrust against that one spot. “Gonna fill you up til you’re stuffed and then fill you up even more . You’re pussy- fuck - is sucking me in so much, I should just stay in here forever.”

Moving his lips back to yours, he kisses you gently while shushing and whispering praises. A complete contradiction to how he ruthlessly fucks into your tight heat. His thrusts are getting sloppier and he starts moaning along with you as his cock starts spasming within your walls. 

When he finally cums, he moans loudly with his head thrown back and his eyes rolling back into his skull momentarily. Deeply slamming into you every time he shoots ropes of cum, he looks back down at you and is enraptured with the way you shudder and clench around him from your fourth orgasm that night. Your eyes are sealed shut and your head is thrown back, displaying the litany of bruises that he had previously branded on the skin of your delicate neck. Sitting back on his haunches, still rocking into you, he marvels at the way your tits bounce with every thrust.

You’re coming down from your high as you feel Satoru gradually slowing down inside of you. Opening your eyes, you meet his hazy blues which are still clouded with lust. His skin is fully flushed and glistens with sweat under the low light of your lamp. He wets his swollen, red lips slightly, something that you’ve learned is an indication that things are only beginning between the both of you.

If your brain wasn’t muddled post-orgasm, the sticky sounds of his cock plunging in and out of you would’ve made you self-conscious and overstimulated. However, you can’t help but hyper-fixate on the way he pants and whimpers while being inside of you. At this moment, he looks like an unholy being, more than willing to drag you down into the sinful depths of pleasure. 

You’d gladly succumb if it’s with him.

It’s normal for both of you to go for multiple rounds in one night. In fact, when both of you were newlyweds, he made sure to make good use of that one-week honeymoon in Bali. He would almost feel bad for causing the late-night chaos the other resort guests had to hear (or see, if anyone was lucky enough to look up at their balcony at the right time), but he loves his wife too much and the best way he can relay that to you is through loud, nasty sex. 

Even now, through his dark, predatory gaze, you see equal amounts of pure adoration and love. You suppose that his devotion to your body and soul is what makes the entire thing that much more intense and pleasurable.

Satoru, as insatiable as he is, still handles you with care when he needs to. He grabs your ankles and gently repositions you so that your bottom half is laying sideways while you’re still looking up at him. He then settles himself behind you so that his hips are flushed against yours. Grinding his hard cock within your walls, he smooths his hand down your thigh before hooking under your knee and pushing it upwards.

This time, he looks down into your eyes, his own blues glimmering with love and desperation to be even closer than you already are. His pace isn’t as fast compared to how you both started, but every stroke is deep and powerful. You gasp at the way the veins on his cock bump against every single ridge within your pussy so deliciously.

Leaning down, he captures your lips with his for the umpteenth time that night. Your tongues dance against each other slowly as he passionately swallows every gasp and moan that you elicit. His mouth trails further down before noisily latching onto your nipple again, languidly sucking and pulling the erected bud into his mouth as he rocks into you. His long, white eyelashes flutter as he closes his eyes while savouring this moment of pure lovemaking with you, satisfied to finally gain the contact he has yearned for as of late.

You long have forgotten your initial concerns regarding your husband’s behaviour tonight. Seeing Satoru at peace and immensely in love with you has your heart warming up and thrumming against your chest. You can always ask him the following morning if you remember after the way he’s fucked you dumb, that is.

It’s not long until both of you reach your peaks again. You bring your fingers down to rub your clit in tight circles. Noticing this, Satoru lets go of your abused nipple and makes his way back to locking your lips together. His grasp on your thighs tightens as he starts to pound harder into you. Finally, after a few moments, he groans loudly as he thrusts so deep into you that his balls are flushed against your ass, and releases a heavy load of cum into your battered cunt. He holds you close as you shudder and cum yet again, the aftershocks of pleasure making you stutter and gasp with your eyes rolled back.

You’re both panting hard, but there is a dopey smile on your face. For as much as you miss Satoru during his oversea missions, he always made up the lost time with you in every way possible. He’s always made it his personal mission to make sure you were sated in every sense. However, when you try to get up from the bed (as much as your wobbly legs would let you) to clean yourself up, you feel his strong arms drag you back into his embrace and his still-hard cock.

“Satoru,” you start, disbelief evident in your tone along with a tinge of fatigue. “You can’t possibly-”

Before you could finish your sentence, he presses two fingers between your lips. You turn your head to frown at him but still take them in your mouth, tongue swirling between each finger. You try to ignore the throbbing from your core when he hisses in your ear from your actions. Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he places them in his and sucks and wets them even further before letting go of them. You gasp when you feel them easily slide into your overstimulated pussy, pumping in and out easily.

“Baby,” he rasps into your ear. “I didn’t say I was done yet, did I?”

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When you wake up, rays of sunlight filter through your curtains and dance across your bare body. You try to get up from the enticingly soft sheets of your bed, but instantly feel the heaviness of your limbs preventing you from doing so. Immediately, your mind recalls everything that happened last night, causing your face to positively burn from all the perverted memories.

Satoru was strong, no doubt, but he managed to surprise you last night with his prowess as he maneuvered and bent your body in every imaginable position. He went from giving you harsh backshots against your large bedroom windows to having you suspended in the air somehow as he fucked into you like his own personal fleshlight. However, despite his seemingly rough treatment (your numb bottom half is screaming in agreement), all that ever left his lips were praises and declarations of his undying love for you.

Not to mention him carrying forward his plan to fill you to the max with his thick cum. In the fleeting moments of consciousness during your post-coital euphoria, you vaguely remember him spending quite a bit of time cleaning you up down there. With his tongue . 

You wouldn’t be surprised if he got you pregnant after last night.

At least, with the aroma of baked cinnamon and coffee finally reaching your nose, you know he kept his word about taking care of you. Just as you’re about to attempt to get out of bed again, Satoru comes in through the bedroom door with a plate of glazed cinnamon rolls and your mug, filled with coffee, in his hands. Seeing you halfway off the bed has his jovial smile dropping and in place a concerned look forms on his face.

“(Name), my love,” he tuts, immediately walking over to your side and setting the food down on the nightstand. He sits down at the foot of your bed, gently taking a leg into his big hands and rubbing soothing circles into your sore muscles. “You should’ve called me when you woke up.”

“Well,” you snort. “I wanted to join you myself but I wasn’t expecting to be put temporarily out of commission like this.”

Usually, you’d expect Satoru to quip back at your remarks. However, right now, he only blushes and averts his eyes from your gaze as he continues massaging your calves.

“Are you okay?” he breathes. “Is anything hurting? I called Yaga earlier this morning so that he could cancel your-”

“ Satoru .”

You stretch your arms out as a wordless invitation and he immediately brings himself forward to wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace. With you, Infinity is always turned off, allowing you to directly touch him like he wants. Looking down at his face, your heart melts with the way his cheek is smushed against your chest and his beautiful, vulnerable eyes look up at you so earnestly. His plump lips are twisted into an expectant pout and you force yourself to not childishly poke at them with your fingers. Despite the both of you being almost thirty, there’s still an innocent, boyish aura that surrounds your husband, especially in moments like these.

You just love him so much.

Carding your fingers through his soft, white locks, you push his bangs out of his forehead’s way. You bend down and place a kiss on the pale skin there and tune into how he sighs against the warmth of your soft lips. Trailing down, you kiss the bridge of his nose and when his eyes flutter shut, you kiss both eyelids as gently as possible. Finally, you reach his lips and kiss him oh so softly that he almost feels a lump start to form in his throat. Once you part your lips away from his, you start rubbing his back slowly as you look at him with an expectant look in your eyes.

“My love,” you whisper. “Talk to me.”

Satoru is really starting to feel that lump swell unpleasantly. As much as he wants to shy away, he also understands how much you appreciate it when he’s being honest with you about his feelings. You take care of him so well, he sometimes wonders if someone like him deserves you at all.

“I missed you.” It’s almost lost in the air when he says it so quietly. The arms around you tighten a fraction more.

“I missed you too,” you whisper back, pecking his forehead again. “Satoru. Something happened during the mission, didn’t it?”

At his silence, you immediately berate yourself for pestering him with questions already. However, the sound of his voice halts the apology that is about to leave the tip of your tongue.

“There was actually a special-grade on-site,” Satoru starts. His voice is still hushed and he almost sounds guilty for not mentioning it to you last night when you initially asked. However, you keep rubbing soothing circles around his shoulder blade, encouraging him to continue.

“The report said that the man who lived in the apartment where my mission was located at committed, um, suicide,” he continues, not before gulping. “Apparently he went through a brutal divorce with his ex-wife. He left a note behind talking about how he still loves her and how he regrets everything that happened before ending off with saying how he couldn’t live without her”

You hum at this piece of information. “I’m assuming that whatever curse was there had something to do with what remained of that man, yeah?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” he confirms. “Exorcising the curse itself was extremely easy, but its domain is what warrants its special-grade status.”

At this, he trails off, and his arms are squeezing you as close to him as possible. It’s almost like he’s scared that you will disappear at any given moment, leaving him alone in this dreadful world.

“It-” he starts again, his voice strained. He takes a deep breath and tries again. “It messes with your brain so that you experience everything he went through, but as yourself…with your loved one.”

As soon as he said the last part, you immediately understood what he went through. Your heart aches heavily for the man in your arms. The same man who is revered as the strongest sorcerer of the generation; he who is expected to act as an apathetic human war machine at the hands of the wretched Jujutsu society, because god forbid if Satoru Gojo wasn’t on their side in the grand scheme of things. 

This same man is your husband , visibly shaken up at the mere possibility of losing you just because he experienced it through a curse’s wicked illusions. 

You are very much aware of his past, and you know that he has experienced losing people that he loved before. In your line of work, it’s only normal to expect as such, especially with the added threat of being involved with someone of his caliber. In fact, such a possibility was the main reason why he denied his feelings for you for a while, trying to be as distant as possible from you. However, this is different.

He’s scared of you eventually falling out of love with him. 

“Satoru,” you finally call out, gently scratching his scalp just the way he likes it. You hear him sigh against the swell of your chest, eyes downcast. “Satoru, look at me for a second.”

He looks up at you, sad blue eyes like jagged crystals lock in with yours. You could only give him a reassuring smile before continuing.

“I don’t plan on leaving you anytime soon,” you say, lightly chuckling. “Don’t think you can get rid of me so easily.”

Satoru only half-smiles. “He’s literally just like me though. Always leaving his wife behind because he has to go to work. Sometimes he won’t be back for days. It only makes sense that she got frustrated and left.”

“I haven’t experienced this curse firsthand,” you say, cradling his head against your chest. “But you are infinitely different because you never fail to remind me how much you love me. Actually, in comparison, I feel I don’t tell you how much I love you back enough.”

Satoru opens his mouth to argue back, but you only shush him before speaking again.

“But I’m going to tell you now: I love you Satoru,” you declare, your tone unwavering. “I will never stop loving you or love you any less, no matter how infuriating you may get or how absent you may be, because you always come back to my arms with twice as much love as you left me with.”

You bring your voice down to a whisper. “I said ‘till death do us part’ but I might just keep loving you in the afterlife too.”

At this, his eyes widen and his mouth parts in shock. Instead of saying anything, he catches you by surprise as he surges forward to slot his lips against yours. This kiss is filled with pure love and yearning and it sends the message clearly. You keep kissing and it feels like time has stopped moving until you finally part from each other. There’s a wide, adorable smile on Satoru’s face.

“I didn’t know you could be so corny,” he teases, pecking at your cheeks obnoxiously.

There he is , the Satoru that you’re used to. You roll your eyes before laughing. “Me neither, but I learn from the best I guess.”

Soon, both of you are laughing heartily while cuddling under the sheets. You eventually end up eating breakfast, feeding bites of the bun to Satoru as well. When asked about what you wanted to do for the rest of the day, you thought about it for a moment before wrapping your arms around him tightly and answering.

“Kinda wanna stay like this,” you smile. “It feels nice.”

Satoru smiles at you, lovingly like he always does when he’s with you. He commits this moment into his memory, something that will help him get through upcoming grueling missions that will definitely require his presence. It’s not something he can avoid but at least he has something to think about to make things slightly better. However, for now, he’ll put those thoughts aside and ground himself in the present with you.

“Of course. I’ll stay here for as long as you need me.”

Lately I’ve been having a creative burnout and decided to open up drabble requests here on tumblr. This is with the hope that I’ll be able to get my brain cells moving again.

All you have to do is send me an ask with a headcanon/prompt and I will try to post something short and sweet!

Ships that I will write for - NSFW allowed!

Gojo x Reader

Geto x Reader

Satosugu

Satoshoko

Sukugo

Nanago

Sashisu

Sugushoko

Anything between two consenting adults LOL

Things that I will NOT write

Teacher-student relationships that are underage.

Non-con/SA (dubious consent is okay depending on the premise— very selective)

Lolisho and incest

Infidelity

Anything that implies any kind of hatred towards any marginalized group of individuals (transphobia, homophobia, racism)