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xechu · 19 days ago

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Lacestacy

♡︎ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 3.4K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, swearing, nsfw

♡︎ Tags: one shot, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your boyfriend gets riled up over a pair of lacey underwear, who would have known?

A/N: The start of this fic was inspired by one of Sakimenz's Gojo artwork (iykyk). You can visit her Patreon and socials (IG, TikTok) for more of her work.

Gojo drawing on this banner by: kb_EIJ on X.

Bow and lace dividers by: dollywons on tumblr.

I appreciate you stopping by and giving my first post a read. I told myself I will only release my first post after I have three writing pieces solidified, so more to come. Thank you so much. x

"You're doing this on purpose!!!" was the first text you received from Satoru an hour into your workday. You could practically hear him huffing and puffing from the other side of the screen.

"Doing what??" you replied, slightly amused by his outburst.

"Don't play coy with me, sweetheart. (It's working, though)" he responded.

You rolled your eyes—lovingly, of course—but it was only 10:00 AM, and you hadn't even finished your coffee yet. Your mind was far from the detective headspace required to decipher your boyfriend's vague messages.

"Not sure what you're talking about, love," you messaged back.

You saw that he had read your message, but he didn't reply. About fifteen minutes later, another message comes through.

"Like my new blindfold? ;)"

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You swiped open the image, and your eyes grew wide. Heat rushed to your ears and cheeks. Quickly, you scanned your surroundings to ensure no one was watching. That cheeky bastard! He knew exactly what he was doing. You could practically hear him chuckling as he sent the photo.

Satoru took a picture of him casually stretching your lacey black panty across his eyes. He was only in his boxers, and you could see that he had his hard on, the tip ever so slightly peeking out of the waistband. That was the underwear that you had carelessly tossed aside last night when the two of you were embroiled in the usual bedroom activities.

"Satoru! You know I'm at work!" you texted back.

"You haven't answered me - do you like it, baby?"

"You're insufferable."

"Oh, yeah? And whose fault is that?" He teased, knowing you meant 'a thousand times yes'.

You were about to shoot another message when—

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"This will do for now, but you'll have to take responsibility when you get home~~~"

You nearly fell out of your seat.

Your boyfriend was now sending you a full on nude, with your panties wrapped around his hard cock. A pooling sensation surged in your core. You were tempted to give in and just tell your boss you had to go home because you 'weren't feeling well', but as the saying goes: absence makes the heart grow fonder.

You mustered all the self-restraint you had and replied "I'll think about it", knowing it would probably rile him up even more.

Two could play at this game, you snickered.

Later that evening, when you returned to your shared home, you were greeted by complete darkness. You dropped your keys in the bowl at the front foyer and stepped into the living room.

"Satoru?" you called out, but there was no answer.

Was he pulling some kind of prank? You peered into your room but couldn't find him. He hadn’t mentioned going out to pick up dinner either, which was unusual for him.

Not overly concerned just yet, you decided to hang up your coat and drop off the rest of your belongings. You peeked into the fridge to see what you could whip up for dinner.

An hour later, your meal was nearly ready, but there was still no sign of Satoru. Worry began to creep in. You tried calling him, but there was no answer.

"Toru, where did you go? Dinner's ready," you texted.

Just as you began taking out the plates, you heard the front door click open. You turned around, spotting him all sweaty and disheveled; it was apparent he had gone for a run. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts that clung to his athletic frame.

"Oh, you're home! I was starting to worry—" You began, but before you could finish, Satoru closed the gap between you with a few long strides. His lips crashed onto yours as he slipped his tongue down your throat.

"Satoru!" You gasped, your lips parting in surprise.

"You've been terribly mean to me today," he pouted, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

It was hard to keep a straight face seeing Satoru like this—a 6'3" man built like a god, and somehow his Achilles heel was a stray panty.

"Have I?" you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Was not bringing dinner home your way of payback?"

"Child's play." He scoffed, "I have other ways of payback," he smirked, his eyes darkened with eagerness.

You laughed as he planted kisses down your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.

"You’ve left me pent up all day; I had to go for a two-hour run. I meant it when I said you’d have to take responsibility," he whispered huskily. His arms were pinned beside you, caging you between him and the counter. You swallowed hard, feeling a lump in your throat.

"God, how are you always so irresistible?" he murmured as he kissed your neck and collarbone, inhaling your scent. He tossed off your apron and began to unzip your trousers.

"Satoru, wait," you tried to push back. "Why don’t we finish dinner first?"

"No." He growled, "Dinner can wait; I can’t."

With that, he propped you up on the counter, quickly removing your pants. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of you wearing a white lace panty this time. He swore you planned this from the start. When had his sweet little darling become such a sly minx?

"Are you sure you didn’t do this on purpose, sweetheart?" he mused, his pupils fully blown as he looked up at you. His fingers rubbed against your clothed core, already damp and eager, revealing how much you wanted this.

You gasped and nodded.

"Do you want me as badly as I want you?"

"Yes, Toru. I want you." You looked up at him with innocent eyes, and your soft lips perfectly agape.

So damn cute. He thought as he licked his lips, it was difficult to exercise control when you're looking at him like this.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that. Prove it." Satoru challenged playfully.

In a moment of boldness, you crashed your lips against his, pouring out the desire within you. You moaned as he continued to toy with your drenched sex. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he seemed to understand your unspoken request. He scooped you up and carried you into the bedroom.

Satoru tossed you onto the bed, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse. The lacy edges of your matching bra teased him. You looked so good all the time, he couldn't help but picture the glances you'd get from the colleagues at your workplace. The thought of some uncouth man or woman ogling you made his blood boil. Oh, how he wished you'd quit your job and let him take care of you, but he loved and respected you too much to ask. He was a sucker for you, and he wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to you.

With your blouse gone, you lay before him in your matching lace underwear. He knew this night was going to be a slow and agonizing delight for both of you.

You caught Satoru staring, his eyes transfixed, and your heart raced as a flush crept across your skin. Even after all this time together, he still had the power to make you feel like it was your first time.

"T-Toru, stop staring," you blushed, feeling suddenly shy.

"But you're so breathtaking," he breathed, his voice thick as he tugged his t-shirt over his head. "Why shouldn't I admire my beautiful girl?"

Satoru decided to start his worship from the bottom up. He placed kisses on your feet and ankles, before making his way up your legs, peppering kisses and nips on your inner thighs—marks that were sure to linger. When he reached your clothed core, he buried his face between your legs, kissing and inhaling deeply.

"Your scent drives me insane," he groaned, his words sending a shiver through you.

"Toru—!" You squirmed, a mix of pleasure and self-consciousness. You tried to pry his head away, but he tightened his grip on your thighs, holding you in place.

"Relax, sweetheart. You're perfect," he cooed softly, soothing your worries.

Your mind spun as you panted; he hadn't even truly begun, and already you were dizzy with need.

Satoru continued his slow ascent, worshipping your body as he went, proving that you were his goddess.

Finally, he unclasped your bra, releasing your breasts. He groaned at the sight and wasted no time tending to them as he sucked, and nipped.

"Hah—Satoru," you sighed, pleasure coursing through you.

In Satoru's eyes, you were perfection. He had committed himself to memorizing every inch of you inside and out. Your body a temple, you his religion, and he—your most devout follower. But, if he really had to choose, his secret preference lay with your breasts. He swore up and down that he would carry this secret to his grave. Still, you already guessed as much, considering the amount of attention he gave it—during your intimacies, after, and even outside the bedroom.

Often, while watching television, his hands would roam to your chest. When you cooked and he offered to 'help’, he'd end up standing behind you, groping you and kissing your neck instead. Many nights, you'd wake to his arms wrapped around you, his hands sneaking under your shirt to cup your breasts as he slept. At first, you thought he was awake, but each time, you'd find him deeply asleep.

Now, in the bedroom, Satoru was engrossed, playing and sucking, while his clothed hardness grind into you. The friction was intense.

"S-Satoru—!" You whined, pleasure spiraling. "If you keep— I'm going to—"

He quickened his pace, grinding against you as his face remained nestled between your chest.

You cried out as your first orgasm crashed over you. Your panties, already damp, now felt sticky against your skin. The wet squelches of your intimacy filled the air.

"Satoru," your voice raspy, "it's getting sore."

He lifted his mouth from your breasts and looked at you with concern. Your buds, red and swollen from his attention. He wanted to keep going, but...

"Are they uncomfortable?" he asked, gently tugging at the waistband of your underwear. You nodded. They were drenched, clinging to your body, so he hooked his fingers under them and flung them across the room.

“You’re so wet, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He teased, but secretly, he relished this accomplishment—the power to unwind you with just his touch.

His fingers slid into you with ease, your juices coating them. To Satoru, there was no better high than the taste of you, the feel of you. He found your clit, sucking and teasing it while working his fingers inside you. He reveled in the pure pleasure on your face.

“Oh,” you sighed, your eyes closed as you surrendered to the waves of bliss.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

You nodded, unable to form much words. “Very much—hah, don't stop.”

He hummed in satisfaction, the sound of your slick and wetness was music to his ears.

“I’m the only one who gets to know every inch of you,” he growled, possessiveness lacing his words. He wanted to brand you as his.

"Tell me," he practically begged, his voice thick with desire, "I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. Promise me it's only me, sweetheart."

"It's only you, Satoru," you cried out, the intensity building. "It'll always only be you."

Satoru slipped his tongue inside your mouth, his lips tasting of your essence. At the same time, his long fingers moved relentlessly within you, hitting your sweet spot. The pure shock of ecstasy made you jolt, breaking away from his kiss; a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

Your scream filled the room as the familiar coil of your orgasm threatened to consume you once more. “I-I’m close, Satoru! I’m cumming!" Tears rolled down your cheeks, mingling with the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you. He continued to finger you through your orgasm while muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I swear I'm about to explode just from seeing how much you're enjoying this." Satoru groaned, his desire evident. He stood up, stripping off his pants and boxers, his member springing free, hard and ready. He moved to the side table to retrieve a condom—

"No, Toru, I don't want you to use it," you whispered, your voice laced with need as you grabbed his hand.

Satoru's eyes widened at your request, his throat suddenly dry. His heart pounded against his ribcage, threatening to burst through his chest. Could this be his lucky day? Was he dreaming?

"Really, sweetheart? Are you sure?" he managed, his voice hoarse.

"Yes," you replied shyly, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "I want to feel you."

And in that moment Satoru's restraint snapped like a twig.

"You don't know what you do to me. I'm gonna go insane." Satoru's voice was strained with lust. "I’m warning you, no matter how much you cry and beg me to stop, I won't."

He grabbed your ankles, parting your legs, and without further warning, he plunged his full length into you.

Your eyes flew open at the sensation of being stuffed to the hilt.

"Fuck," Satoru closed his eyes, his entire body trembling as he savored the sensation. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect. Made just for me."

He began thrusting in and out of you, like a frenzied animal driven by primal instincts. He watched intently as his cock slid out of you and then plunged back in, over and over.

"S-Satoru, too deep—you're too deep," you hiccuped, the feeling almost overwhelming.

Satoru was lost in his own ecstasy, his senses heightened, and he didn't hear your plea.

"Ngh—" you cried out with each thrust, overwhelmed by the force of his passion. You reached for his hand, and he noticed, immediately releasing your ankle to capture your hand in his. He released your other ankle as well, leaning into you and pinning both your hands to the mattress on either side of your head. His hips kept your legs apart, ensuring he remained deep within you.

"I'm going fucking crazy," he groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Only you can make me feel this way, you know that?"

You could only shut your eyes and whimper as the sheer force and his size sent you spiraling.

"Do you—hah—know that, my love?" he repeated, his voice strained as he neared his own release.

"Y-yes," you breathed, tears of pleasure trickling down your face.

"Shit, shit, shit. I'm cumming—ngh," he stuttered, his voice quivering. "Take it all, take it like a good girl." His thrusts became erratic, and then he slammed into you one final time, his seed pumping into you.

"Ah—Satoru!" you moaned, feeling his hot spurts inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, momentarily spent, his cock still nestled inside your warmth. He propped himself up slightly and looked at you, brushing away the stray hairs that clung to your damp face and wiping away your tears.

"Are you ok, sweetheart?" he panted, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You nodded, still catching your breath. "I'm fine...it felt really good." You smiled softly and caressed his face, your affection for him overflowing.

Your words sent a thrill through him, and he felt his cock twitch and harden again within you.

Satoru smiled, leaning in to kiss the palm of your hand. “You’re so good for me.”

He withdrew from you, and you whimpered at the sensation of his cock sliding out, his cum already starting to leak from your hole. He slid his fingers back into you, catching the excess and pushing it back inside.

"We're not finished yet," he smirked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Standing, he guided you to your feet. When he was sure you were steady, he made his way to the top of the bed and sat upright against the headboard.

"Come here," he invited, his voice husky. "I know you love having your way with me." He pulled you closer and gently positioned you, guiding your hips until your entrance aligned with his cock. Then, slowly, he let you sink down onto him your breath hitching as he filled you to the brim. Starting with a slow, sensuous rhythm, you rode him, reveling in the way he groaned your name. His eyes were locked on yours, filled with raw desire.

"You're so tight, sweetheart. You feel incredible," he rasped, his hands sliding up your waist to cup your breasts, thumbs grazing your sensitive buds. "I can't get enough of you.”

As you moved above him, Satoru raised his head to capture one taut bud between his lips, flicking his tongue over it while his teeth gently tugged. His hands continued their journey on your body, leaving no inch unexplored.

Increasing the pace, you shifted your hips with more urgency, riding him with purpose. The sounds of your intimacy filled the room, accompanied by your breathy moans and his guttural groans.

"You're gonna make me cum," he warned, his voice tight with pleasure. "Fuck, I can't hold it much longer."

Encouraged by his plea, you quickened your pace, wanting to feel him lose control deep within you. The sensation of his thickness stretching you, along with the primal energy that radiated from him, pushed you closer to the edge.

Satoru's grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust up to meet your movements. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're milking me dry," he grunted, his eyes burning with passion.

"Don't hold back," you panted, your eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

He groaned in response, his restraint snapping. His hands moved from your breasts to your hips, pulling you down harder onto him with each thrust. His cock reached deep, hitting that sweet spot that made your knees weak and your breath catch.

"Satoru!" you cried out, your body tensing. "I-I'm close. Don't stop!"

"I won't," he promised, his voice raw and strained. "Cum with me, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart around me."

With a few more perfectly placed thrusts, you tumbled over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, causing your body to tremble and your walls to clench and release around him in rhythmic pulses. Satoru followed suit, his eyes squeezed shut as he unleashed his release, pumping his essence into you once again.

Entangled in a mess of limbs, you both fought to catch your breath, basking in the aftermath of your intense orgasms. You leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to his chest as he cradled your head to his heart, his fingers gently combing through your hair.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice tender and filled with adoration.

You smiled into his skin, your body still humming with pleasure. "I love you, too."

Snuggled up together, the warmth of the shower still lingering on your skin, you let out a soft giggle, burrowing closer into Satoru's embrace.

"What's so funny?" he murmurs, his voice laced with sleepiness and contentment. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer.

You shake your head, your face tucked into the curve of his neck, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. "Nothing," you reply, your breath tickling his skin.

Unbeknownst to Satoru, it had been your subtle intention to leave your panty so he could find it, a mischievous ploy to get him riled up. And clearly, it had been successful.

"Are you sure?" he prods gently, his curiosity sparking. "You seem pretty happy about something."

You lift your head to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe I'm just happy to be here with you," you respond, your voice laced with affection. "Can't a girl be happy without a reason?"

Satoru's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, his thumb tracing patterns on your bare arm. "Of course," he concedes, his tone playful. "But why do I have a feeling there's something more to it—what are you hiding from me, hm?"

For a moment you considered revealing it all to him—the mischievous scheme that had played out so perfectly. But you decided against it. After all, keeping this a little secret won't hurt.

"I'm just feeling extra playful today," you tease, your eyes held a glimmer of mischief. "And maybe it has something to do with my boyfriend’s irresistible charm."

Satoru's smile widens, his eyes reflecting the love and attraction between you. He pulls you closer, his body molding perfectly to yours.

"In that case," he murmurs, his lips brushing yours, "I'll have to make sure I keep doing whatever it is that's making you so happy."

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xechu · 17 days ago

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Silent Night

♡︎ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 1.4K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, quickie, nsfw

♡︎ Tags: one shot, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your boyfriend's been holding back, and tonight, he can't take it anymore!!!

♡︎ A/N: Happy Holidays! Satoru is so needy. But who wouldn't be needy for Y/N? ;) I have a Sukuna oneshot coming up, just making some final edits, and I think that will be it until the new year. I don't ever foresee myself posting at this frequency, but I told myself when I first started this blog, that I'll have at least three pieces solidified before making my first post. Thank you so much for reading. x

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Satoru has currently found himself in a predicament: the fierce battle of self-restraint versus desire. And when it involved you, it always seemed to be a losing fight. The last week has been excruciating, to say the least. Your family had decided to come over for the holidays for the first time, which meant that your sexy time was also put on pause until they left—because heaven forbid they find out that Satoru has been giving it to their precious daughter in the most obscene and nastiest of ways.

Truth be told, Satoru understood. If he had a daughter like you, he'd be fiercely protective, too. Your parents were not the overbearing type, but that didn't make anything better—in fact, it made it worse. Satoru felt like he couldn't let them down; he didn't want to. Your parents would always smile at him and thank him for taking such good care of their daughter. Your mother would pinch his cheeks and tell him how handsome he was, and your father would give him big pats on his back while heartily laughing and commenting on how strong he looked. It was a sight to behold; you could practically see him wagging his tail every time they complimented him, and, to be honest, it warmed your heart—and something else, too.

Tonight marked the sixth night; just two more days and he will have his sweetheart all to himself again. And you best be ready, because he will make damn sure the two of you make up for lost time. Just two more days. It played in his head like a mantra, but it didn't quell the raging boner that he currently had. It also didn't help that he was spooning you, and you would rub up against him every time you shuffled in your sleep.

Satoru sharply inhales, trying to calm himself down, but his heart continued to race—he was getting too excited. He sighed in frustration and thought he should just go to the bathroom and finish the job on his own. But he didn't want that; he wanted you. He looked over at you and saw that you were fast asleep. He knew you had been exhausted, making sure that the home was ready and keeping your parents entertained. It was selfish, but a quickie was all he was asking for. Surely, that wasn't too big of an ask, right?

"Sweetheart," he whispered, as he checked to see if you were truly asleep. When you didn't stir, he tried again, his voice a little hoarse with desire. "Baby." But you were knocked out cold.

Yes, it was filthy. He was a horndog who couldn't keep his hands off of you, even for a few days. But when it came to you, Satoru knows no shame; it was too difficult to resist you. He felt his last shreds of self-restraint slowly breaking away. He couldn't help himself—his hand drifted under your shirt, seeking the warmth of your skin. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his palm glided over your side, his fingers gently squeezing your waist. Slowly, he ventured upward, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin beneath your shirt. He swore under his breath—it wasn't enough; he needed more.

Satoru tugged at the hem of your shirt, exposing the soft skin of your back. He pressed kisses along the curve of your shoulder as his hands continued to explore, seeking out your breasts. A contented groan rumbled in his throat as he cupped your fullness, his thumbs teasing your buds as they harden under his touch.

"Oh, my love," he breathed. His hips involuntarily ground against you, his erection pressing into the curve of your ass. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His hand drifted lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. And, to his delightful surprise, he found you slick and ready for him. A devilish smirk played on his lips—you had been holding back, and your body craved him just as much as he craved you.

"I'll help you unwind. You've been such a good girl." He coated his fingers in your slickness and began to rub your clit. "You could have just told me you wanted this, baby."

That's when your eyes flew open. This wasn't some lewd dream—it was very real.

"S-Satoru!" You whisper-shouted as you smacked his hand away and sat up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Ow—sweetheart," he pouted, "It's too much. I need you. I can't hold back anymore."

"But my parents will be gone in two days. Can't you just wait?" you hissed.

"No, I can't," he shook his head, and placed your hand on top of his painfully hard wood. "See? I can't wait anymore. Please, baby. We'll be quiet."

You bit your bottom lip. You'd be the world's biggest liar if you said you weren't aching for him, too. It wasn't just Satoru who was having a hard time.

"Please," he begged, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You groaned; you hated when he begged because it always worked.

"Please, sweetheart. It'll be quick."

"Fine, but you have to promise to be really quiet," you surrendered.

Satoru's face lit up with a grin. Within seconds, he was on top of you, his weight shifting the bed. He quickly stripped away your remaining clothing, his own clothes following suit. It was clear that he had been holding back, and he has now reached a point of desperate need.

He slipped his finger inside you, checking your readiness. "Is it alright if I go in? I'll make it up to you next time." he whispered.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat.

Satoru aligned himself with your entrance, dipping his tip in and out a few times before slowly sinking his entire length into you. You bit down on your hand to muffle the moan that threatened to escape.

He started to move slowly, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Mm, the bed, Satoru..." you whispered, concern flickering in your eyes.

"Shh, they won't hear it. I promise," he assured you.

You buried your face in his chest, muffling your cries as he thrusted in and out of you. The silence of the night amplified the creaking of the bed and the squelching sounds of your joined bodies. As Satoru hit your sweet spot over and over, you clawed at his back—a silent way to convey your pleasure.

"You're so tight. Are you close?" he murmured, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, a soft whimper escaping as you bit your lip.

"Shit, me too." he groaned, quickening his pace.

"Ha—" as you felt your orgasm rushing toward you. Your breath hitched as a tidal wave of pleasure threatened to consume you. You sank your teeth into his shoulder as your release washed over you. Simultaneously, Satoru stiffened above you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own climax. He groaned low, as he spilled himself into you, his hot seed coating your walls.

Satoru collapsed onto you, his body limp and completely spent. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. You knew that staying quiet during sex would be especially challenging for Satoru, considering how vocal he was—in and outside of the bedroom. You stroked his hair, brushing it away from his forehead, and planted a kiss on his damp temple.

"God, you have no idea how badly I needed that." He chuckled lowly.

"Me too, Toru." You smiled and quietly laughed.

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The following morning, you found your parents bright and early in the kitchen. Your mother was busy at the stove, preparing breakfast, while your father sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and scrolling through the news.

"Morning," you offered, a sheepish smile on your face.

"Morning, honey," your mother replied, her voice warm.

"Satoru still asleep?" your father asked.

"Yeah, he doesn't get to sleep in often, so he's taking advantage," you explained with a nod. "Did you two sleep well last night?"

"Slept like a log," your father grinned, stretching his arms above his head.

Phew. You let out an internal sigh of relief, grateful that your parents hadn't overheard last night's antics.

"Your place is like a five-star hotel!" your mother exclaimed, while flipping pancakes. "I slept like a baby."

"I'm glad you're enjoying your stay," you said, contentment clear in your voice.

Your father leaned back in his chair, giving you a playful look. "So, you and Satoru planning to tie the knot any time soon?" he teased, wiggling his bushy eyebrows.

"Honey!" your mother chided, shaking her head. "Leave the youngsters alone. They'll get married when they're ready." But you knew your mother was just as eager to have a son-in-law.

You laughed, blush dusting your face. In these moments, you realize that you were perfectly content with how things were between you and Satoru. It didn't matter where life led the two of you, as long as you were together.

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