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"Let me have my fill, Sweetheart"
Summary: Gojo wants to have his fill of you before leaving.
Content: Smut (Rough+ choking), some fluff, different positions, different locations.
WC: 6.3k (and only around 6k is pure smut lol)
The gentle clinks of dishes echoed in the quiet space. Satoru stood at the sink, his silhouette bathed in the soft, golden light of the overhead fixtures. The air carries the faint scent of lemon-scented dish soap as he carefully washed and dried the last of the plates, the soft glow casting a halo around his figure.
A smile graced your lips as you watched him, clad in his off-white t-shirt that hugged his broad frame perfectly, the way his sweatpants sat low on his waist. His hair, usually tamed by the blindfold, cascaded freely across his forehead, inviting you to run your fingers through it, gripping the soft strands.
Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, you crossed the kitchen to envelop him in your embrace, relishing the warmth of his body against yours. Your lips pressed against his t-shirt-covered shoulder blade, planting a soft kiss.
“When is your flight again?” you inquired softly. Satoru paused for a moment before responding.
“Around 4:30 in the morning,” he replied.
You nodded against his back as your hands roamed up and down his toned chest, teasing him slightly, relishing the feel of his muscles under your touch “So only a few hours, huh?” you sighed.
Finally done with the dishes, he turned to face you. Your chin rested on his chest as his arms wrapped around you, his touch firm yet gentle as he flattened his hands on your lower back, pulling you closer, his body pressing against yours. His cool knuckles brushed a stray hair from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Gotta make the best use of these hours, right?” Satoru asked, his voice low as his lips lingered near the shell of your ears.
Without wasting a moment, his lips moved to your shoulder, pushing aside the fabric of your shirt to reveal a sliver of soft skin. He placed a gentle kiss there, a slow, deliberate press of his lips that sent a spark through your body. He made his way towards your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin as he trailed kisses up to the sensitive area behind your ear.
"Tell me, love," he began, his voice low and husky, "why do you look so guilty?" He asked, as his lips grazed the soft skin under your ear.
You hummed, “I had the last piece of the brownie- although I didn't realise it was the last one” you admitted.
Satoru tsked playfully, pulling away a little to look into your eyes, the heat in them mirroring yours. He found that spot again under your ear, sucking it, as his teeth grazed your skin, causing you to moan softly. His strong hand moved up and down your back, keeping you anchored to him.
"I was really looking forward to something sweet before flying away," he murmured, his voice brushing against your ear like a secret. "Now, what should we do about that, huh?" The rumble in his voice ignited a fire of desire that burned hotter with each passing moment.
His hands moved away from your back, slowly trailing down your sides before dipping beneath the hem of your shirt. His thumbs traced circles just above the waistband of your shorts, the touch a delicious reminder of his power over your senses.
Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, giving him the satisfaction he craved. A lazy smirk stretched across his lips as his hands trailed up higher, brushing against your ribs just under the swell of your chest.
He leaned in as his lips brushed against yours with a teasing lightness, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. His hands were under your shirt, strong and sure as they skimmed over your stomach and back.
“You are such a tease” you murmured as you reached up, your fingers tangling in his hair at the nape of his neck, brushing against his undercut as you trailed kisses up his jaw and behind his ear, reaching for that spot that always drove him crazy. A sharp breath hitched in his throat, and you smiled against his neck, knowing you'd found your target.
Satoru's thumb hooked into the fabric of your shorts, giving a gentle tug, silently seeking your consent.
You smiled up at him as one of your hands left its place on Satoru’s nape, finding his hand under your t-shirt and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
He didn’t need to know anything else. Satoru knelt before you, his movements deliberate as he slid your shorts off your legs.
The tips of his fingers traced a feather-light path from your ankles, calves, the underside of your knee, and over your thighs. His touch was an urgent whisper, sending shivers down your spine with every caress. “God, you are so perfect,” he said, his voice a rough whisper.
His soft lips followed the same path, trailing kisses up your legs, each one a slow, deliberate tease. His lips reached your thigh, nibbling, planting hot kissing, as he made it to your inner thigh. He lingered there, the heat of breath a tantalizing promise against your core. You arched your back unconsciously, pushing into him, yearning for more.
So close. He was so close to where you wanted him.
His eyes, dark with desire, locked on yours. A slow smirk spread across his lips, and he leaned back, leaving you breathless and yearning.
A strangled cry caught in your throat. So close. Why was he stopping now? Your hand fisted in his hair, a silent plea for him to continue, but in one, swift movement, he was back on his feet, standing in front of your breathless form, smirking.
“Satoru don’t-” you started, but before you could finish Satoru leaned forward, lips crashing for a searing kiss that stole your breath away.
He cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. His touch was demanding, causing you to moan. Satoru placed his other hand on the nape of your neck, tilting your head up.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, the texture soft, like water flowing between your fingertips. Your other hand slipped under his thin t-shirt, fingertips grazing the warm skin of his back, pulling him in, and causing him to groan.
His grip on your neck tightened slightly, sending a thrill through you.
Your back brushed against the kitchen counter, the cold marble so different from the heat of Satoru’s body. The world seemed to fade away, everything reduced to the desperate press of his lips and the frantic beat of your heart.
Satoru’s body pressed against yours, urging you to sit on the counter, but you had different plans.
He blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as you broke this kiss. “What are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice breathless.
Ignoring his question for a moment, you dropped to your knees in front of him. You met his lustful gaze, a challenge glinting in your eyes, as you made your intention clear.
You held his gaze as your hands skimmed up his thighs, your fingertips exploring the firm muscles beneath his sweatpants. You didn't waste time with teasing - After all, you didn’t have Satoru’s patience.
Instead, your hands dipped beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, and with a single, swift motion, you tugged the garment down, leaving it pooling around his lower thighs. “I just want a taste,” you said, your voice needy.
The muscles in his legs tensed beneath your touch. He met your gaze, desire burning in his eyes. “A taste, huh?” he said, his voice a rough rasp. “Go ahead then, love.”
Your eyes returned to his still-clothed cock, straining against his boxers.
You did not have the same patience as him, but that didn't mean you could resist teasing him. You gently grabbed him through his boxers, teasing him as you placed a kiss on his clothed head. Satoru gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his cheeks flushing pink as he looked down at you.
"Don't tease, baby," he said, his voice carrying a rumble that made you smirk.
Your fingers trailed down his length, the cotton of his boxers clinging tightly to it. Each stroke sent a jolt through him, a hiss escaping his lips as you lingered near the sensitive spot near his head, the fabric providing delicious friction. “Keep doing that and I’ll edge you till you are crying, love,” the warning was clear in his voice.
At last, you decided to put him out of his misery. With a slow, deliberate movement, you pulled down his boxers, revealing his cock, which now rested against his lower stomach. A gasp escaped his lips as the cool air hit his sensitive skin.
Your hands roamed up his thighs, fingers brushing against his balls, causing him to shudder. Finally, you wrapped your hand around his cock, guiding him into your waiting mouth, while the other hand rested on his thigh for some semblance of control.
With every movement, you try and take more of him into your mouth, coating him with your saliva, your hands stroking what you can’t fit… yet.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good” Satoru breathed out.
Unable you respond, you hummed around him, causing a shiver to rack down his body. His slender fingers grazed through your hair, the touch lingering for a moment before dipping down to the nape of your neck. His grip tightened, sending a wave of anticipation through you.
Satoru moaned as you continued taking him in. Finally, after some time, you managed to bottom out, your nose pressing against his pelvis.
“Fuck. You’re doing so good, love, taking me all in,” he encouraged. A mixture of spit and his pre-cum coated your lips, trickling down your chin.
You started to move your head back and forth, your tongue teasing the slit of his head, tracing the veins of his cock. Satoru shuddered whenever your tongue brushed his sensitive head, a hiss leaving his lips.
You looked up at him, meeting his gaze that was already fixed on you. Strands of his hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. A flush bloomed across his cheeks and spread down his neck, mirroring the warmth that bloomed in your own chest. His pupils were dilated, his eyes bright, glittering with pleasure that mirrored the delicious ache building in your body.
You could barely breathe, but seeing him like this was totally worth it.
Satoru's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle circle over your cheekbone, “Breathe through your nose, love,” he said, though he sounded breathless himself, “Although you look so pretty, choking on my cock like that.”
His words caused you to moan as you moved your head faster, savouring him - the taste, the texture, everything that he had to offer. Satoru threw his head back in a gasp of pleasure, a guttural sound escaping his lips as he felt your teeth lightly scrape his length.
His chest heaved with each breath, the muscles straining with visible effort. Groans ripped from his throat, growing louder and more desperate with every passing second. You could tell he was getting closer.
You gasped around his cock as his grip on your hair tightened, a sharp tug pulling your head back, locking it in place.
Satoru started moving his hips, fucking your mouth, each thrust deeper and more hurried than the last one. Your hand gripped his thighs for support as he thrust into you, testing your limit.
He was so close. You could tell by his ragged breaths, his hurried pace, and the way he pulsed over your tongue. But, just as he was about to cum, his fingers twisted in your hair, pulling you away, leaving his cock coated in your saliva.
Confused, you looked up at him, but he just offered you a lazy smirk, “Not now, love. Got a big night planned ahead of us.”
He grabbed your hand, pulling you up, pinning you between his body and the counter before his lips found yours. His hands slipped under the hem of your t-shirt. His thumb circled your nipples, driving you crazy but never giving you what you wanted.
He grabbed your ass and lifted you onto the counter effortlessly, causing you to lean back on your arms for support. His lips sucked the skin on your jaw and neck gently, drawing soft gasps from you.
He was taking his sweet time, determined to make this last.
You clenched your thighs together, needing some friction, but Satoru’s knees parted your legs as he settled between them. A frustrated groan left your throat, causing him to smirk.
That fucker was enjoying this.
Finally, he removed your t-shirt, lifting it over your head before tossing it somewhere. The cold air of the kitchen enveloped your skin, giving rise to goosebumps all over your body.
Satoru took a step back. His eyes were dark with desire as his gaze boldly swept over you. Admiration clouded his eyes as he took you in - The goosebumps on your skin and the flush of your face - all enough to drive him wild.
Satoru reached for your exposed collarbone, measuring its length with his lips. He moved down, his lips tracing a searing path down your body, while his featherlight fingers roamed all over you, causing you to shudder.
His hot breath danced against your skin, so different from the cool air that surrounded you.
After what felt like a lifetime, he made his way towards your lower stomach, sucking and biting, leaving his mark. You arched your back, desperate for more, but Satoru paid it no mind.
His lips brushed against the waistband of your underwear, “You look so good in them…” he began hoarsely, “but unfortunately, they are in my way,” he finished, tearing off your underwear.
He sucked hard on your inner thighs, biting them, making you squirm before his finger finally reached where you had been aching for them.
Without a warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, your wetness coating them immediately. “God, you’re soaked,” he rumbled against your skin as his thumb teased your clit, drawing a gasp from you. Oh, the effect this man had on you.
For a moment, Satoru just watched you, his eyes savouring your reactions before his lips latched onto your clit, causing you to moan loudly.
One of his hands pumped into you, while his other hand flattened against your lower back, pushing you into his eager mouth and locking you in.
Your hand reached for his hair, tugging and pulling, as his fingers and tongue worked into you. Your other hand desperately gripped the counter, as loud moans left your lips.
Satoru withdrew his finger, only to replace it with his tongue before you could even process the loss of touch. His thumb drew tight circles over your clit, his tongue curling inside you, reaching all the right spots as you groaned, your back arching almost painfully.
You could feel your orgasm building as Satoru continued like a man starved, his fingers replacing his tongue, “Just like that, love, cum in my mouth.”
His words pushed you over the edge, and Satoru’s fingers continued to pump into you, drawing out your orgasm.
You slumped against the counter, breathing hard, but Satoru’s fingers did not stop even after your orgasm. In fact, they were pumping into you faster than before.
“Toru, it’s too m-much,” you moan out as you reach down to push him away, but his hand just grabs your hand. His fingers intervened with yours, almost tenderly, as he pinned your hand to your side, his hold strong.
Despite your words, you found yourself wanting more- more of his touch, his mouth, whatever he offered. Breathless whimpers escaped your lips as he added a third finger, stretching you out, pushing you towards the edge, your orgasm building rapidly.
Your eyes closed as you were ready to fall over the edge, but Satoru’s fingers spotted abruptly, causing you to cry out. His fingers left your core as he stood up, his lips and chin glistering under the soft glow of kitchen lights, “Patience, love,” he said, offering you a lazy smile as he reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing his toned, muscular chest.
In the same breath, he removed his sweats and boxers, stepping out of them to stand in front of you. Satoru’s skin was almost translucent, with a map of veins running all over his body.
You wanted to trace them with your eyes, your fingers, and your lips like you had done so many times in the past, but before you could do any of those things, Satoru grabbed your waist, pulling you off the counter and spinning you, so your back was pressed against his chest.
One of his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his hard chest, while his other hand reached up, teasing and rolling your nipple in between his thumb and fingers. You gasped as you felt his breath against your ear, and you could almost feel him smile at your reaction.
He slowly pushed you down, bending you over the counter till you were pressed against the marble, sandwiched between Satoru’s heat and the cold of the counter - a heady combination.
His fingers, rough against your skin, slowly traced lazy patterns along your neck and shoulder, moving your hair aside, deliberately exposing that sensitive area to his touch.
His kisses started tender, feather-light explorations that left your skin tingling. Then, they turned harder, nips and sucks that sent desire coursing through you. He trailed a hot path down your spine, his lips lingering on the small of your back before continuing their descent. Soft moans escaped your lips as goosebumps erupted across your skin due to his touch.
You felt his erection brush against your skin, causing you to groan in frustration, “Satoru, just fuck me already.”
He chuckled. That bastard chuckled.
Frustrated, you pushed yourself up from the counter, your palms flat against the hard material, but before you could fully rise, Satoru’s hands reached for your wrists, grabbing them and pinning them against the small of your back, his large hand holding them in place.
His other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, softly pushing your face down towards the cool counter, trapping you beneath him as he finally, finally pushed himself into you in one go. A strangled cry escaped your lips when he did not stop, pushing until he was completely inside you.
“Fuck, you feel so good” Satoru breathed out as he began thrusting into you. He started slow, going in and out of you lazily, drawing out moans from your lips.
It wasn’t long before he picked up the pace, pounding into you, as choked gasps left your throat. You could not move, trapped between Satoru and the counter, his hands pinning you into place. You couldn’t do anything but take his cock.
And you wouldn’t trade this for anything else.
His pace changed. He pulled out of you almost all the way out, before trusting into you again, making you gasp from the force.
His grip around your wrist tightened, and the hand that was holding your head down moved in front of you, cupping your jaw as he lifted your head, his lips hot against your ear, “enjoying this, huh?” he gritted out, “tell me how much you like it when I pound into you, love”
His hand moved to your throat, gripping slightly. “A lot, Satoru” you gasped out, “Don’t stop, please”
“Oh, I am not planning to” a hard thrust, deep inside you, “Not anytime soon”
You could feel your orgasm building, and you were sure Satoru could feel it too, as his pace quickened. His thrusts were getting sloppy - he was close too.
You came, your knees bucking as loud moans left your mouth, but Satoru’s hold kept you from falling. Soon, he followed, hissing and groaning as he came, his thrusts turning deep and slow, burying his cum deep inside you.
Satoru released his hold on you, and the two of you collapsed against the marble, the coolness a welcome relief from your heated skin. His finger reached up, tenderly brushing away the hair that was sticking to your face.
You met his gaze, the intensity still lingered, but it was the hint of tenderness that sent a warmth blooming in your chest. His eyes looked so bright, despite the desire swimming in them. Damp strands of hair clung to his forehead, framing a face flushed. You reached out, a soft touch brushing against his cheek, mirroring his caress, causing him to smile.
God, he wasn't just beautiful - he was captivating - a pleasant sight for sore eyes.
You smiled back at him, but just then you felt him move as he picked you up. Wetness, a mix of his cum and yours trickled down your inner thigh.
“What are you…” You began, as Satoru carried you towards the bedroom.
"You thought we were done?" he chuckled, a playful smirk on his lips. He dipped his head, his breath warm against your ear. "I will be gone for a week- maybe more, let me have my fill, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice sending a fresh wave of desire through you.
Satoru dropped you on the bed, and without missing a beat, he was on top of you. His body rested on his elbow as he covered your body partially with his. The muscle of his arm flexed under his weight, his other hand brushing against your cheeks.
You brushed his hair away from his eyes, And Satoru held your hand, kissing your knuckles, his eyes closing briefly. “But Satoru, I’m spent,” you say, despite the heat building in your stomach.
Satoru’s eyes darkened, a flicker of knowing recognition crossing his features as he heard the need in your voice. "Are you though, hmm?" he murmured. Before you could answer, he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His hands cupped your jaw, his long fingers sending shivers down your spine as they brushed the delicate skin behind your ear.
You responded instantly, wrapping your hand around his neck, your fingers digging into the tight muscles there. A soft moan escaped your lips as you hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him closer, the need for his touch overwhelming. Satoru’s familiar scent surrounded you, filling your senses, so familiar and intoxicating. The air crackled with desire as the kiss deepened.
He pulled away, breaking the kiss. You saw a hunger in his eyes, a raw desire that mirrored the blaze raging within you. His pupils were dilated, his gaze flickering from your lips to your flushed cheeks before locking with yours. His tongue darted out, a slow, deliberate lick across his lips, probably tasting you on them.
God, it was going to be a long night.
He moved to your neck, tracing a familiar path with his lips, a path that always left you breathless. You didn't need a mirror to know you were flushed and the marks he had left were etched on your skin.
A soft moan escaped your lips as Satoru shifted, his lips hovering tantalisingly close to your lower stomach. His hand moved to wrap around your midsection, the warmth a delicious contrast to the coolness of the sheets. He lifted your body slightly, pulling you closer to his touch. As his lips met your skin, a spark ignited within you.
Your knuckles turned white as you clutched the sheets, the fabric bunching in your hand. Your gaze followed Satoru as he made his way up your body, slow and deliberate, placing kisses all over your skin. Your other hand brushed against the nape of his neck, over his undercut before massaging through his scalp, causing him to groan softly.
He made it to your chest, taking one of your nipples in his warm mouth, sucking and biting, as his teeth scraped against them, while his hand played with the other nipple, pinching and rolling it. You felt his soft strand brushing against your jaw and neck, tickling you slightly.
Finally, He devoured your lips in a kiss, swallowing your moans and stealing your breath as he pushed himself into you. This time, his thrusts weren’t slow or kind, they were relentless, almost brutal, determined to take whatever he needed.
You were a moaning mess, and you reached for him, clawing his back, to pull him closer- to push him away- you didn’t know. All you knew was that you needed him.
Your nails roamed down his back, leaving a trail of scratches as he rammed into you, and just when you thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he grabbed one of your legs, lifting and hooking it over his shoulder, your thigh pressing against your stomach. Somehow, he felt even deeper in this position.
His hand took hold of the ankle that now rested on his shoulder. With a slight turn of his head, he brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of your calf. A searing trail of kisses followed, each one hitting you like waves of pleasure. You couldn't help as your breath hitched, a soft moan escaping your throat as his hot breath tickled your ankle. His gaze never left yours, a flicker of something dark gleaming within them. It wasn't just his dominance that drove you wild; it was the way his touch ignited a fire within you, a fire he seemed determined to stoke.
Your nails continued digging into Satoru's back, sending shivers down his spine. He groaned - a low rumble that vibrated against you. Satoru reached for your hand, removing it from his back, before pinning it roughly beside your head. His fingers softly intervened with yours.
It was almost romantic - if he wasn’t fucking you like there’s no tomorrow.
Satoru continued pounding into you, his thrusts unrestrained, consuming you rapidly.
It was all too much. You felt too much. The intensity of his gaze held you captive, his eyes blazing with a desire that mirrored the fire raging within you, the feel of his lips against your heated skin, his rough hand that pinned yours, the weight of his body and his brutal thrusts. It was all too much for you.
Yet you craved more.
Because it all felt so good. “You’re doing so good baby, so good for me,” he said through gritted teeth, as his hand reached between your bodies to play with your clit, rolling and pressing it with his finger. It was enough to push you over the edge, but Satoru had a different plan, as his fingers slowed.
“Hmm, tell me love, why should I let you cum?” He asked, his expression morphing into mock curiosity. His thrusts had slowed too- he was barely moving now. You wanted to scream.
“Gojo I swear to God-” You began, but his voice cut you off.
“What did you just call me?” he asked, and you remembered how much he hated being called by his family name- especially in bed. “You know what?” he began, his thrusts finding their pace again, “Forget about not cumming. I am going to fuck you till all you can scream is my name” His voice was a dangerous murmur, filled with promise.
His fingers resumed, circling your clit, finishing what they started.
Orgasm, a searing wave, crashed over you, buckling your knees. Your body arched reflexively, every nerve ending flared with exquisite intensity. A strangled sound escaped your throat - or maybe you were silent- you didn’t know You were lost in a tide of sensations, your body singing in response to his touch.
You were a trembling mess, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The intensity of your orgasm had left you breathless, unable to catch your breath for what felt like an eternity.
Without giving you a chance to recover, Satoru grabbed your waist and flipped you over, so you were on your stomach. His body pinned you down as he reached up, grabbing a handful of your hair in a ponytail and tugging it. His other hand rested on your back, between your shoulder blade, pushing you into the mattress, leaving your ass in the air as he entered you again from behind, this time almost effortlessly.
“Satoru...” you almost sobbed- it was all too much, but the man behind you wasn’t deterred. He stroked your hair, gently caressing it, “You are doing so good sweetheart- taking it all so well.” He breathed out, encouraging you. He was panting too, and you could tell he was close.
Your thoughts were cut off as his grip tightened on your hair again, further pushing you into the mattress, cutting you off, but not suffocating you.
He continued pounding into you at an inhuman pace, his groans and grunts sending a shudder through you. His pace was unpredictable-mixed. Some were hard and shallow, and some we deep and slow. You didn’t know what was next, and the unpredictability of his actions made everything even better - hotter.
Surprise shot through you as his hand left your back, only to be replaced by a surge of anticipation as he reached for your throat. His fingers curled around your skin, firm and urgent, as he pulled you up. Your back arched instinctively, your body meeting his halfway. He angled your face towards his with a possessive hold, his gaze burning into yours. The space between you vanished as his lips met yours in a rough, demanding kiss that ignited a fire within you.
Your head was spinning- you were so close to another orgasm- your third? Forth? You didn’t know, but the way Satoru twitched around you told you he was close too, “Don’t stop Satoru, p-please don’t stop,” you cried out, your voice so desperate.
“Oh sweetheart, not planning to,” he repeated his words from earlier, his voice laced with satisfaction, probably because of the state you were in.
“That’s it, love, you’re handling it so well” he praised against your lips, his thrust getting impatient and sloppy.
His lips left yours as he reached for your neck, hovering over that one spot. He sucked, hard and you came all over his dick “That’s right baby, cum all over my cock.”
Your mind exploded, as white-hot pleasure shot through you, making your eyes roll back as you screamed, barely paying any attention to what left your lips.
Satoru kept driving into your overly sensitive pussy, chasing the orgasm that finally came to him. He groaned, loud and shamelessly. You felt him shudder as he came inside you, filling you up again.
Wetness trickled down your thigh. It was such a mess as Satoru kept driving into you, fucking you through the last of his orgasm, before pulling away with a pained hiss.
A wave of blissful exhaustion washed over you. Every muscle in your body felt pleasantly heavy, yet completely relaxed. Satoru settled beside you, his touch grounding you in the afterglow of your shared pleasure. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, sending shivers down your still-heated skin. Despite the languor in your limbs, a contented smile played on your lips.
Your eyelids felt heavy as you turned to face him, but Satoru's gaze held a spark that contradicted any fatigue. His eyes narrowed slightly, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths.
That could only mean one thing - “How does a shower sound, sweetheart?” - he wasn’t done yet.
And you knew it wasn’t a question, just a statement disguised as a question. Still, you tried to protest, “Satoru, I am so tired,” you said. You felt drained, the exhaustion clutched to your limbs, but Satoru just picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, “I know baby, but you have got one more in you,” he put you down in the shower, his hands around your waist, supporting you, “Two, if we really tried,” he smirked.
He turned the tap as the warm water enveloped you both, washing away the afterglow of your orgasm. The bathroom filled with steam, swirling around you like a fragrant mist. Satoru's hands remained on your waist, his touch a steady anchor as the hot water relaxed your tired muscles. You leaned into him instinctively, a soft sigh escaping your lips.
The water flowed down his body, highlighting the sculpted planes of his chest and the definition of his arms. His head tilted back slightly, eyes closed in a moment of pure peace as water flowed through his hair, down his face and over his body. In that moment, he looked breathtakingly vulnerable, and a wave of tenderness washed over you.
You turned around and reached for the washcloth and body wash, your back facing Satoru, when a hand suddenly grabbed your neck from behind, pulling you back and forcing you to turn around as Satoru’s lips slammed onto yours.
Your hand held onto his body as your legs gave out, knees buckling under his touch. His hands trailed down your back, finally gripping your ass and hooking your legs up, wrapping them around his body and he pressed you against the cold bathroom tile, his cock resting against your core.
His thumb traced your bottom lips, “Trying to get away from me, love?” he asked, and without giving you a chance to respond, his lips found yours again.
He moved, kissing and licking the drops of water away from your jaw, shoulder and chest, before he lined himself with you, burying himself deep in you.
Your orgasm started building all too soon. “Not now, love,” he said - of he could tell, he knew your body like the back of his hand. He reached between your bodies to play with your clit, “Only when I tell you to,” he smirked.
That fucker was challenging you, making it difficult for you. His cock kept brushing against all the right spots, while his fingers stimulated your clit. And if that wasn’t enough, his hand created a path all over your body, while his lips traced over that path. “Can’t you handle it, baby?” he asked, the amusement clear in his voice as his smirk deepened.
He wanted you to fail.
“I can-fuck- I can handle this,” your voice was breathless, but you were determined to finish this game with him.
You could feel his cock twitching and saw the way his brows furrowed. He was close.
Finally, he said the words you’ve been waiting to hear, “Come for me, love,” and your body took his command like an oath, as another orgasm hit you like a truck. You could feel every single nerve of your body come alive, singing praises for him. You didn’t know anything - didn’t feel anything - except that you were screaming his name.
He soon followed you, his cum filling you, leaking down your thighs, mixing with water. His hands rested beside your head, supporting his weight, as the orgasm took over him, a hiss escaping his lips, his breathing laboured.
He held you, your legs still wrapped around him, and you were thankful for it because you had lost control over your body.
Finally, after catching his breath, he said, “Let’s get you cleaned up, Huh?”
A coarse cotton towel, barely concealing the sculpted planes of his chest, hung low on Satoru's waist. He took a fluffy white towel, the soft fabric gently drying you. His touch lingered on your back, sending shivers down your spine as he brushed the towel over your sensitive skin. The steam from the shower still hung in the air, a gentle mist that swirled around you. You let out a long, languid yawn, your eyelids drooping as a wave of exhaustion washed over you.
Satoru looked up, his smile melting your heart. "You did so good today, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice husky. "Took me so well." You didn't have the energy to respond, but a sleepy smile played on your lips.
He scooped you up in his arms, the warmth of his body a delicious contrast to the coolness of the air. You wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. Despite your exhaustion, a sense of contentment bloomed within you.
Satoru carried you effortlessly from the bathroom, the rhythmic thud of his footsteps a comforting lullaby. He navigated the bedroom with ease, his gaze never leaving yours. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting long shadows that danced on the walls.
He gently settled you onto the soft comfort of the bed, the crisp sheets sending a cool caress against your skin. Reaching down, he pulled the duvet up, its fluffy warmth enveloping you like a cocoon as he cuddled with you. You sighed contentedly, burrowing deeper into the covers, the delicious scent of his cologne and laundry detergent lingering on the fabric.
"Aren't you gonna sleep?" you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.
Satoru's hand tightened around your body as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "No, I have to leave soon," he said, a touch of regret in his voice. His hands brushed through your damp hair, fingers brushing over your back. "Maybe I'll sleep on the flight." Truthfully, though, he just wanted to hold you close while you slept, to memorize the way you fit perfectly in his arms.
You barely registered his words, your mind already drifting off. "Wake me up before you leave, 'kay?" you mumbled, your eyes fluttering shut.
You felt Satoru smile against your forehead as he whispered, "Of course I will," his voice laced with a promise.
a/n: God I am really nervous about this, but I hope you enjoyed it! If there was any mistake, I apologise. I proofread this 2-3 times but honestly, my brain reads what it wants to read but not what is actually written. 😭
I wrote this after my conversation with @lostfracturess about how Gojo would be in bed lmaoo. This is mainly inspired by what she writes!
Also, @whereflowerswenttodie had a sneak peek of this and helped me figure out some stuff!
But yes, please please please let me know what you thought of this, it would be greatly appreciated!
Dividers by @/cafekitsune
#gojo satoru#jjk#jjk gojo#jjk fanfic#gojo saturo#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x you#gojo smut#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo#gojo x you#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x y/n#jujutsu gojo#jjk satoru#satorugojo#gojou satoru x reader#sato#tasha's works ✍️
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Peace Sign - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu Animatic
Happy New Years!🐉Year of the Dragon, Year of the Kuzuryu!🐉
#danganronpa#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#peko pekoyama#kuzupeko#fuyupeko#sdr2#hajime hinata#nagito komaeda#chiaki nanami#kazuichi soda#sonia nevermind#akane owari#nekomaru nidai#sato#junko enoshima#makoto naegi#kyoko kirigiri#byakuya togami#ibuki mioda#hiyoko saionji#my animations
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Ok but what do we think about Bakugo baking his pup's birthday cake? I know he would rather cook than bake but for his pups 🥺 at least I think he would, but only for the first few years lol or what omegas do you think would enjoy baking their pups birthday cake? =D
Bakugou 1000000% bakes his pup's birthday cake!!!!
And not just for the first few years, every year until they tell him to stop.
And if they don't like cake, he learns to make a crepe stack.
If they don't like sweets, he fastens one out of cheese.
He WILL make something vaguely circular to shove candles in, and NO ONE can stop him! 😤
He may be a professional hero, but he's also got the spirit of an ultra competitive PTA mum. He can do better than the supermarket, the bakery, and all the other parents put together!
Alpha is just watching as Bakugou furiously whips up cake testers in the kitchen the days before his pup's birthday party, muttering about icing colours and swearing as he cuts the piping bag end too big.
He's grinning so proudly at his pup's birthday party, and it's partly because of the cake turned out perfectly, but mainly because he provided something worthy for his pup on their big day.
And once they blow out the candles, Bakugou has to surreptitiously wipe his eyes so that no one can tell he's tearing up.
(He definitely has an officially branded cookbook, and once his pup is a teenager he publishes his first baking recipe book hehe)
In terms of other omegas that bake their pups' birthday cakes:
Midoriya will try for a year or two, but he's kind of mediocre at baking and it's sooooo stressful every year. He'll put a lot of money into a nice bakery cake though. Shinsou also tries once but it goes badly so he has to rush out to buy a cake at the last minute because even box mix hates him.
Todoroki and Iida don't even consider making it on their own. When you need a birthday cake, you buy it from a nice bakery or cake shop??? Obviously???
Kirishima does!! And he's pretty good! The cake always tastes better than it looks, but it's delicious and that's all most pups care about anyway.
Sato obviously is up there with Bakugou, even higher, I'd say. His cakes are to die for and he has so much practice. His pups brag whenever they take baked goods in to school or have professional standard cakes at their birthdays.
Mirio would probably attempt to make the cake with the pup in question. They want more chocolate chips and sprinkles? Then they get more chocolate chips and sprinkles. It's their birthday after all!! Mic probably does that too lol
Tamaki buys one or gets a friend to bake it because no thanks.
Aizawa delegates if he can. It's up to the other parent to order or bake one, as long as there's a cake at the end of the day, he doesn't care. Shiggy also delegates. Or maybe he blackmails or threatens someone into doing it if he's invested enough lol.
Dabi bakes a simple cake by himself. If he's got a pup, then he's committed to giving them the love he was never shown. And he probably can't afford a professional cake unless his alpha makes a lot more money than him.
Denki is banned from baking cakes.
#headcanons#bakugou#a/b/o#omegaverse#bakugou x reader#alpha reader#dabi#denki#shigaraki#aizawa#mic#mirio#midoriya#iida#todoroki#tamaki#sato#kirishima#shinsou#hcs#alpha!reader
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dr despair arc
#danganronpa#pixel#akane owari#gundham tanaka#sonosuke izayoi#ibuki mioda#izuru kamukura#kazuichi souda#kazuo tengan#kyosuke munakata#koichi kizakura#mahiru koizumi#mikan tsumiki#nagito komaeda#natsumi kuzuryu#nekomaru nidai#peko pekoyama#ryota mitarai#ruruka ando#sonia nevermind#juzo sakakura#hajime hinata#chiaki nanami#hiyoko saionji#teruteru hanamura#seiko kimura#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#chisa yukizome#sato#junko enoshima
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immaculate composition, i've never seen a character feel so small while taking up such a large part of the image, and in the context of the story Sato on a jet is horrifying
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Cobra Kai S6 (2024) / The Karate Kid Part II (1986)
#cobra kai#the karate kid part ii#daniel larusso#ralph macchio#chozen toguchi#yuji okumoto#mr miyagi#pat morita#sato#danny kamekona#karate kid#cobra kai season 6
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my piece for the Into The Spotlight Zine starring Doomed Yuri™
check out the full zine HERE!!
#itsz tag#sato#sato danganronpa#danganronpa sato#mahiru koizumi#koizumi mahiru#danganronpa 3#danganronpa fanart#danganronpa despair arc#sato x mahiru#mahiru x sato#mahto#they done calling them MAHTO LMAOOOOOO#should have been satiru perhaps#ANYWAYS GO CHECK OUT THE REST OF THE PPL WHO WORKED ON THE ZINE#i would like to yap abt the few symbolism stuff here but ehhh
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Ultraman Masterlist.
This man. Mm mm mm, this maaaaan. This single dad with two jobs has my heart and soul, y'all. Anyone who says they don't like him are either delulu or lying to themselves.
The first 9 or 10 will probably follow a storyline? Idk. And depending on how it goes I'll do more with that plot. Everything else is completely separate.
First Meeting.
Second Meeting.
Asking Out.
First Date.
First Kiss.
Finding Out About Ultraman.
Finding Out About Emi.
Meeting His Parent. (Pt2)
Jealous Ken.
Insomnia Relief.
You're Jealous.
🍋First Time.🍋
Returning From Another Country.
Surprising Him At A Game.
Prompts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. (Basically headcanons and drabbles).
#fyp#request#x reader#smau#smut#ultraman#ultra#ultraman fanfic#ultraman x reader#ken sato#kenji sato#Ken#kenji#sato#ken x reader#kenji sato x reader#ken sato smut#ken sato x y/n#ken sato x reader#kenji sato x you#ultraman rising#ultraman ken
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#legend of korra#asami#lok#korrasami#korra#asami sato#Sato#I love women#Bisexual icon#Badass engineer#Wife
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dating rikido sato
pairing: rikido sato x gn!reader
tags: romantic relationship, wholesome fluff, physical affection (holding hands + kissing), protective!sato, cute dates
sato fell in love with at first sight! you just accidentally bumped into him and suddenly he wasn't just catching you, but feelings as well!
sato doesn't have any experience when it comes to dating, but he had a few crushes already and is into romance movies, so he has an idea about what to do when he starts dating you!
sato is quite direct, though sato will often be flustered around you and sometimes stumble over his words or not be courageous enough to tell you how he feels
he also loves holding hands with you or give you a kiss on the forehead, but other things, like actually kissing you, fluster him too much!
he blushes so easily! sato needs some time to get used to physical affection or sweet words from you before he'd stop blushing whenever anything happens between you two!
sato is a protective boyfriend, always having an eye on you during combat. he's always ready to jump in and protect you too!
most dates with sato include the two of you baking or cooking together! either that, or you two go to a cafe or try out a new restaurant together! and occasionally, some training dates happen too!
#rikido sato x reader#sato rikido#sato x reader#rikido x reader#sato rikidou#satou rikidou#satou rikidou x reader#x reader#x you#x y/n#x gn reader#sato#satou#rikido#rikidou#mha x reader#bnha x reader#mha#bnha#dating#fluff#romantic#headcanons#my hero academia#boku no hero academia
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Some PSO memes I edited and/or redrew earlier this year!
Firstly, the "Do it for Sato" meme, where I tried to fill up all the squares with different pictures of Sato... then VERY QUICKLY ran out of them and had to improvise.
I'm not entirely sure whether the Vivienne, Karen, or Rico pictures are official art or not. The one of Elenor up top isn't, but I can't seem to track down which site it was on (the only thing I remember is that it was in Japanese), but that little red Sato in the center is a t-shirt design that looks to be from -Aye on Redbubble, considering they have other similar designs available.
Then, afterwards, as celebration, I made a Pioneer 2 script captioned version of the "[Sato intensifies]" meme that pops up everywhere, which no joke, led to be making enough goofy small animation edits that I ended up with a cheap 3 month gig helping someone do website graphics.
More below the cut!
Then I started editing together a "Pioneer 2 mentioned!" (With a "No Heals, We Die Like Newmen" hoodie) meme out of that K-on pic... then realized the art wasn't going to mesh together at all, traced the edit for lineart, then figured out that, once I had the lines down, I'd been editing enough to not be half bad at texture and painting, which led to this:
"When you get the Phantasy Star Meme Autism instead of the Good at Math autism."
A total paintover of the same screenshot as above, which I believe came from this gallery, though there's another large dropbox of excellent high-res screenshots posted on Reddit that I'll link just in case.
Then a variation of this meme provided the pose reference for the FOnewearl, though at this point I was still straight-up tracing the area from the fingers to the shoulders, but on the rest of the outfit I started actually trying to sketch things out myself, which led to the Sato version of the hat I use in-game and the Sato to the side mimicking the same pose, but also the knowledge that I was dangerously close to learning how to make art properly...
But also these were all done in GIMP with a mouse, so this picture took like fifteen fucktrillion years, so I decided to animate it and go feed my mags for a while.
#PSO#Phantasy Star Online#Ephinea#PSO:BB#Sato#SEGA Dreamcast#FOnewearl#newman#Force#BTW in the vague lore I've put together for my FOnewearl Kepler#Her main Sato is named Chat#Purely to occasionally say “Chat is this real?”#Kepler memes
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I was explaining SDR2 lore to my sister, and she didn't know Fuyuhiko killed someone
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Ajin Week 2024 - Head
messed up since birth
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