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Satoru Gojo is a handsome man. Anybody could tell you that.
He’s devilishly handsome– the devil himself. He is too sexy for his own good. You were well aware of this, and it’s something that fills you with eternal pride. This good-looking son of a bitch is your husband, after all.
No disrespect to your mother-in-law, wherever she may be. The last time you saw that woman was at your wedding two years ago.
The thing about Satoru is that, with his personality and looks combined, most would think he’s a distant lover. A man with a non-committal nature that eventually settled down. That couldn’t be any further from the truth.
You and Satoru had been together since high school, and the romance between you was innocent despite the chaotic lives you both lived as sorcerers. One wouldn’t believe you if you were to tell them that, while you two went as far as making out heavily in each other’s offices, Satoru wanted to wait until you tied the knot so that he could make love to you the way you deserved.
To Satoru, you are his beautiful, sweet, and insanely talented wife. To you, your husband is a lovesick fool, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Especially now, as he walks in with paper bags, rambling about how they had your favourite pastry at the cafe down the block. Setting them down on the counter, he pulls out cute, pink takeout boxes, allowing you to see the rippling muscles on his arm. He had gone for a jog earlier in the morning, so he was currently donning a deliciously grey, sleeveless hoodie and black sweats to match while his wedding ring shone brightly on his finger.
“-And they had a bunch of those danishes you prefer, you know, the one with Greek yogurt and cherry jam? I also saw some matcha–”
He is a very handsome man indeed, and with the heat pooling in the centre of your gut, you find yourself wanting to do something about it right now. The only issue is that you wanted to do things your way this time. As much as Satoru was an attentive lover, and very much capable of meeting your demands between the sheets, there was always a bit of restraint with the way he fucks you. Satoru loves you too much and he’s very strong— terrifyingly so; he’d rather die before hurting you. Your husband has never been too rough— too much, always making sure that the experience is only pleasurable. No amount of indirect pleading would ever convince him to think otherwise, and ever since the two of you got married, he has become more protective than ever. Even if the pace starts as rough and passionate, he somehow always manages to give you a soft landing when you cum, making sure that you only experience the type of orgasms that make you warm, fuzzy, and drunk in love.
In short, looking at your husband always makes you so horny, and today, you want to be fucked into oblivion. There’s nothing more that you want right now than for him to rearrange your guts mercilessly and have you cum so hard that you’re a sobbing mess. It's even better if you pass out. You crave the feeling of having your legs give out and your eyes rolling back like you need to be exorcised by a special-grade sorcerer.
Well, being married to one meant that you were halfway there…
During your internal ramblings, Satoru has realized you’re awfully quiet this morning. There’s a dark, distant look in your eyes and an impassiveness on your face, making him wonder if he’s done anything to upset you. His heart starts aching immediately , especially when you don’t acknowledge his sad pout. Making his way over to your side of the kitchen counter, he wraps his strong arms around your hips and nuzzles his nose into your dark curls. His lips find your bronze skin, peppering it with soft, apologetic kisses.
“(Name), are you mad at me?” He whispers and you find that it’s a bit too husky for your good. What’s worse is that he isn’t even trying anything right now except to get back on your good side. “Don’t be mad, please?”
The feeling of his plush lips on your neck has your skin heating, filthy images flitting through your mind like an obscene slideshow. It didn’t help that your nipples were pebbling to aching stiff buds under your dark nightgown with just a simple touch.
Maybe you should’ve answered him instead of staring forward with that same dark look. A flicker of hurt flashes through his eyes as that sad pout makes a reappearance.
“(Name), did I do something wrong?” He asks with a small voice. “Is it because I didn’t tell you before I left? I know I forget but— hey, woah!”
You don’t let him finish his sentence as you turn around swiftly to shove him against the smart refrigerator, a disarray of mechanical beeps echoing through the kitchen. Dropping to your knees, you waste no time tugging the waistband of both his sweats and boxers down simultaneously.
“(Name)?!” Satoru squawks with a heavy blush on his cheeks. His hands cover his mouth in shock, making the scandalous look on his face even more ridiculous if you weren’t a literal live wire at the moment. He sounds like he’s protesting but his cock hardens in front of you in record time, as you knew it would.
Taking his throbbing length into your hand, you stroke it gently while maintaining that impassive expression.
“Pull your top up,” you command softly, sending a thrill up Satoru’s spine. He follows your orders with haste, hissing when you spit on his tip unapologetically before resuming your firm strokes. His thumbs subconsciously move to rub firm circles on his hardening nipples, finding the entire thing extremely arousing. You two have engaged in very mild role-switching in the past, but the jolt that runs down Satoru’s spine when you boss him around, in any context, never gets old.
You were not about to waste time today with torturing him, though. Giving his tip a kiss and a wide lick, you slide him into your mouth with practised ease. You have a firm grip on the base of his cock, bobbing up and down on his length with a steady rhythm. Taking small breaks, you pull him out of your mouth periodically to either slap his tip against your tongue or take the time to lavish his length and balls. When you feel like you’re ready again, you hollow your cheeks, letting your eyes flutter shut while you use your mouth like a vacuum.
“Fuck! Fuck…(Name), please,” Satoru whimpers above you, trying to stop himself from thrusting into your mouth with reckless abandon. Your mouth always feels like heaven, but today, it felt extra sinful. He watches with hazy eyes, the way your hands snake up his toned abs with your soft fingers, tracing along each ridge of muscle.
You bring one hand back to stroke what you couldn’t suck. Wrapping your arms around his hips and hugging his thighs close to your chest, you ease himself further down your throat. You swallow and gag around him, letting your nose be buried in his neatly trimmed happy trail, taking in his scent like it was a drug.
Yes, you think while Satoru grinds his hips further into your face. His head is thrown back in ecstasy as he lets out a low moan. This is it. This is how it’s supposed to be.
Profanities spill out of his mouth the task you’ve given him is long forgotten. His hands flail around aimlessly until he finally decides to cradle your head, not applying pressure just yet. This makes you groan, the one time he’s trying to be obedient is when you don’t want him to be, of course.
Taking matters into your own hands yet again, you cup his ass and push him harder into your mouth, hoping he gets the hint. For good measure, you start sucking on his length with renewed vigour, trying to milk him for all he’s got.
Satoru was in danger. He has no idea what the hell possessed you and while he’s enjoying this a lot, more than he’s willing to admit, a part of him is concerned with your sudden change in mood. Whatever happened to your sweet, yet condescending praises? Where were your soft pleas and loving gaze? Still, when you practically force him to fuck your face, he can only sigh before tightening his grip on your head and thrust into your hot, wet mouth.
“Oh baby,” he moans breathlessly, picking up the pace until his balls are slapping your chin. “You make me feel so special. My love, I'd do anything to make you happy, even if it’s fucking this sexy mouth. I love you– love your mouth… oh fuck–”
Halfway through his senseless babbling, you manage to push his entire length down your throat one more time. He lets out a wanton moan before shooting ropes of thick cum for you to swallow eagerly. However as he’s coming down from his orgasm, he finds that you’re still sucking him off like there’s no tomorrow with a heated, hungry glare.
You were trying to kill him. Satoru’s pretty certain that he’s angered you by now and that you were using his weakness (fucking you) to take him down.
Whatever the wife thinks he deserves, but he feels that it is a bit unfair that he didn’t get a chance to redeem himself before going down. With that in mind and with great effort, he manages to pry you off of his dick.
“Baby, hold on,” he coos softly, helping you up with a firm grip on your bicep. An arm snakes around your waist to keep you steady when he sees you wobbling for a bit. “Easy now, just tell me what you need and I’ll take care of it for you. I’ll always take care of…”
Satoru trails off because you are still looking at him with that same look from earlier. Only this time, you make a show of licking the stray droplets of cum clean from your lips. The same lips that were plump and shiny, a bit swollen even, from the way you were sucking his cock.
“…you.”
You take this moment to grab his hand and drag him to your bedroom. The two of you had to stop for a second so that Satoru could chuck off the sweats and boxers he was constantly tripping over. His weak protests fell on deaf ears and a part of him wonders if you’re using cursed energy to haul his heavy form so effortlessly.
This was it for Satoru. You most certainly were going to eat him alive this morning and he was going to die in bliss within the sheets of your shared bed. The strongest sorcerer of modern time is going to be fucked to death by his sexy wife and he is going to let that happen with a big, proud smile on his face.
You finally get to the bedroom, grabbing the collar of his top to pull him down into a hungry kiss. While Satoru is kissing you back with as much fervour, he realizes that during this entire ordeal, this is the first time you’ve kissed him at all. He makes note of it as another hint to your unusual behaviour this morning.
The hand that was still holding his guides it to rub your tits. You make sure to set the tone, making the movements firm and purposeful, until he gets the hint. Fortunately, if there’s one thing that Satoru does well without question, it’s loving on your tits.
He pulls you flush against him with one arm, rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger through the flimsy fabric of your nightgown. A soft hiss leaves you when he fiddles with the gold ring that lays underneath. His lips move down to your neck, kissing and licking at the skin passionately, just the way you like. Still, you needed more and you also felt extremely overdressed at the moment.
“Take it off, Satoru,” you rasp between kisses. “Now.”
The bastard only chuckles, nipping at your jaw playfully. “‘Please, Satoru’ and ‘Thank you, Satoru’ would sound nice, but that’s just my opinion,” he hums, blue eyes twinkling in mirth as he looks up at you.
“Now!”
“Okay, jeez,” he huffs softly, a dejected pout on his face while he fiddles with the strap of your nightgown. He just wanted to feel a little love in the process, but he supposes he doesn’t deserve it today. The thought itself makes him pout even more. Sensing his inner turmoil, you feel a tiny bit sorry, so you cup his face and give him a sweet peck on his lips.
“Please, Satoru?” You flutter your lashes at him as you whisper sweetly against the plushness of his bottom lip. “Behave for me, yeah?”
Well, shit.
Satoru is a bit gobsmacked, but the heat pooling in his gut is enough to tell him that he may have liked that a bit too much. He pulls your nightgown off without any further question, tossing it away to god-knows-where in the room while he takes the time to admire your curves on display.
This was a sight he would never get tired of– your smooth caramel skin littered with streaks of faint stretch marks around your inner biceps, full breasts, and thick thighs. You were a vision that he considered more of a blessing than his fucking Six Eyes. He loved holding you, feeling the softness of your love handles and the way your tawny, pierced nipples rubbed against his chest.
Right now, Satoru watches in awe as you ruffle through your long, dark curls and toss them over your shoulder. You’re so sexy– you always are, and Satoru can’t help but capture your lips into a hungry kiss again. He lets you help him out of his top and throws it aside as well, his toned abdomen rippling with every movement as he stretches his arms over his head to do so.
The morning light streams through the ceiling-high windows of your shared bedroom, illuminating both of your faces in a warm glow. You pull him with you as you walk backwards and eventually let yourself land on the soft mattress of the bed. Satoru follows you closely, bracing his arms at the side of your head, letting you guide his head to where you want to be kissed. He covers the expanse of your neck and collarbones before sucking and licking away to where your nipples stand stiff. Wasting no time, he takes one into his mouth and swirls around the swollen nub in slow, firm circles. His tongue teases and nudges against the gold ring, knowing that it would feel good with how sensitive you are. Your breath hitches, his snowy white hair now tangled between your fingers as you push him closer. He gets the hint and slurps the entire areola into his mouth, sucking it in with a pulsing motion that makes you keen and arch your back.
Satoru keeps doing this until your tit is stinging perfectly, before letting it go with a lewd pop and watching it jiggle back into place. He repeats the same motion with the other nipple, this time using his teeth to nibble and tease the sensitive bud. Your hips buck wildly, seeking him out, and it makes you push his head downwards to the heat between your legs. Kissing down your navel to your belly button, you let him ease your thighs apart to reveal your soaked pussy.
At the sight before him, Satoru’s jaw hangs open shamelessly, and if you were more composed than you were currently, you would have closed your legs back in embarrassment. Instead, you take two fingers and spread your folds apart with a hazy glare on your face. A quiet squelching noise emanates from your drenched folds, a testament to how uncontrollably horny you were at the moment.
“Look at this, Satoru,” you breathe out, almost like you were reprimanding him. “Do you see what I’m dealing with now? You do this to me.”
He can only swallow the lump in his throat as he was fully entranced with the way your poor, swollen clit was covered in your slick. Satoru isn’t sure if he should be disappointed in himself to say that he’s never seen you this aroused before, but after a second thought, his pride swells at the notion that he managed to get you to this point anyway. Licking his lips, he helps you shuffle to the centre of the bed so that he can lie on his stomach in comfort.
“I’ll take responsibility,” he mumbles, rubbing his lips against your inner thigh and inching closer to where you need him the most. “Just keep your pussy nice and spread for me, baby…”
With that, he uses the broad part of his tongue to lap at your folds once, collecting the sweet slick into his mouth. Tasting your want, his eyes roll back and flutter shut as he lets out a deep groan.
“(Name), what the hell,” he rasps, pushing your thighs wider apart before dipping his head down again to lick the two fingers holding your folds apart. “What’s got you so worked up, sweetheart? Is that why you’re acting like this? You need me…” he gives your clit a sloppy kiss, causing you to cry out and fist your other hand into his hair once more. “You need me right here, don’t you baby?”
Satoru lets you smother his face between your legs, eyes rolling back in bliss as he tastes you all over his tongue. Observing the rhythm of your hips grinding, he starts to eat you out ravenously, making sure to slurp and smack his lips loudly. You were a sucker for when he gets noisy like this, your increasingly louder moans being proof of that. He makes sure to fuck his tongue into your entrance, as deep as he can go, before pinning your thighs down and sucking on your clit hard.
Your head thrashes from side to side and you can quickly feel yourself hurtling towards the edge. You could tell this orgasm was going to hit you hard, and that is exactly what you wanted right now.
“Please,” you sob out, pulling his hair harshly to grind against his face. “Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop, I swear to god!”
Satoru doesn’t dare come up for a breath, not when you are practically demanding that he drowns in your wetness. Not that he’s complaining, though, as he thinks it’s the perfect way to go out. For good measure, he seals his lips around your clit one more time and assaults the swollen bud with lashings from his tongue. With a final wail, you cum hard against his waiting mouth, shuddering with the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Your eyes roll back into your head and loud whines leave your lips as the sensation wracks through your entire body. Satoru finally pulls away and kisses your inner thighs tenderly, rubbing soothing circles on the skin underneath his fingertips.
You look so beautiful like this, writhing underneath him with the pleasure he’s giving you. He kisses up to your navel and the valley between your breasts before meeting your lips. The two of you moan breathlessly as Satoru shares the taste of yourself with sloppy kisses and caresses against your tongue. The tangy sweetness of your cum makes your entire body flush and burn pleasantly with a new wave of arousal.
Meanwhile, Satoru fully intends to give you a small break, finally breaking away from the kiss and attempting to pull you into his arms for a post-coital cuddle session. However, you weren’t having any of that, not when you were just getting started. Yanking on his snowy strands, you swallow his surprised yelp with a devouring kiss. The shock only lasts for half a second before he’s trying to meet your pace again, not wanting to disappoint you despite being caught off guard.
With a bit of effort, you manage to roll yourselves over until he’s underneath you, staring up with those gorgeous eyes with a hint of concern and even fear. It’s mostly because he didn’t expect you to recover from your orgasm so quickly despite making a mess all over his face, staring down at him without batting an eye.
“Baby, you still want to keep going?” Satoru tries to sit up and hold you steady, but you place your palms on his broad shoulders and push him back down, his head hitting the soft pillows. He lets out a small oof, but before he can say anything, you’re straddling his face and descending on his mouth.
This makes both of your eyes roll back into your head, and it doesn’t take long for you to tug at his white hair firmly while you rock against his tongue. For as much as Satoru was concerned earlier, all thoughts seem to have left his mind as he’s completely drunk off the feeling of being suffocated by your thick thighs. His arms instinctively come up to wrap around them and pull you closer, swivelling his head from side to side to taste every nook and cranny.
It doesn’t take too long for you to cum again, this orgasm being more intense than the last. Satoru tries to grip your hips to slow you down and ease the sensation, but you yank his hands away and let yourself go dizzy over the way his tongue still keeps moving against your folds. Finally, as your orgasm subsides into a dull throb between your legs, you pull away from his mouth to admire the shimmering mess you’ve made on his lower face.
Nothing beats the sight of Satoru looking so drunk off your pussy. His skin is flushed pink, and he licks his lips every few seconds to prolong the taste of yourself on his tongue. Those blue eyes of his are confused with a haze in them, further proving how dazed he is. It takes a few seconds for him to come back to his complete senses, only to see you shift down to straddle his rock-hard length.
Satoru finds himself grabbing a pillow and hugging it to himself for comfort, swallowing nervously as you dip your fingers into your wetness and rub them against your clit. He seems strangely vulnerable underneath you, despite being in this position countless times of his own volition. You click your tongue when you see him do so, yanking the pillow out of his grasp and throwing it off the bed.
Grabbing his stiff cock, you rub the tip against your folds and your clit. Your breath hitches due to how sensitive you are, but you manage to balance yourself before finally sinking down on his length. Both of you groan at the tight fit before your hips start grinding in small circles to accommodate his sheer girth.
Your husband tries to grab another pillow for moral support, making you almost growl in annoyance. That pillow meets its twin on the ground soon enough, and you’re firmly guiding his hands to your hips. Leaning down, you give him a firm kiss on his lips, trying to rile him up by lapping against his plump bottom lip. Snaking your hand to the base of his neck, you rub his nape in brief yet soothing circles. This feeling causes him to moan into the kiss and melt into the sheets, finding a semblance of comfort in your otherwise commanding demeanour today.
“Satoru, my pretty boy,” you coo against his lips in a low voice. The blush on his face deepens at the sweet pet name that rolls off your lips, especially paired with the way you brush his snowy, damp strands away from his face. “I’ll make you feel good too, baby. Just let me do my thing.”
Sitting back up, you start lifting your hips and slamming down against Satoru’s cock in a steady rhythm. Satoru watches in reverence as you use him to work yourself to pure ecstasy. The grip he has on your hips becomes increasingly firmer until he’s guiding the pace and thrusting back against you. You throw your head back with a pleased moan, grinding down harder to match the rhythm of Satoru’s hips. Feeling yourself reaching your peak with the way Satoru rubs against every inch of your tight walls, you lean back and grip his knees before slamming your hips down roughly. You let out a sharp cry of pain and pleasure, loving that you’re finally getting the feeling you were craving, but also adjusting to the slight discomfort.
Satoru yelps at the sudden change, along with your cry, and grabs your hips frantically with wide eyes. The haze in those gorgeous blue irises is now replaced completely with extreme concern. It is only now that he uses his actual strength to stop you, fully stilling your movements so that you don’t hurt yourself any further.
“Hey, stop,” he says sternly, searching your eyes to see what’s wrong. “You’re going to hurt yourself, what are you doing?”
It only dawns on you then that you’ve shifted from taking the dominant role to just… using him with reckless abandon for the sake of your pleasure. It was a far cry from how things usually went down between the two of you, and it was understandable that he was concerned and a bit hurt. Still, you don’t know how to verbalize what you want properly, and Satoru ends up taking this silence as a bad sign.
“Have I not been giving you what you want?” He asks in a small voice, his arms pulling you closer. There is sadness evident in his tone and it makes your heart ache with guilt. “Am I doing something wrong, (Name)?”
“Satoru, no,” you finally breathe out, reaching out to cradle his face in your palms. He looks even more pitiful when his cheeks are squished and his lips form a pout. His brows are furrowed into a troubled frown, as he’s still lamenting what he’d messed up on. “It’s not really about you, sweetheart… it’s just…”
“It’s just what?” Satoru urges you gently, rubbing soothing circles on your hips. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m just worried because you hadn’t kissed me properly before we started fucking and you’ve been looking at me like I’ve done something wrong this entire morning. Now you’re trying to hurt yourself on my dick–”
“That’s what I want,” you interrupted him with a soft sigh, pulling him into a tight hug. He makes a confused noise but hugs you back nevertheless. “Well, not hurting myself on your dick, but I want it rough, baby. I need you to stop holding back on me…”
“B-but, I–”
“And I’m not saying you haven’t been making me feel good, Satoru,” you reassure him with soft kisses against his neck. “Far from that, my love. You don’t even know how horny I am for you right now. I just want to see you feel good too.”
“I do feel good, though,” he frowns, hugging you tighter, almost as if you’ll disappear at any given moment. “I cum so hard when we fuck, and you know that.”
Pulling back, you give him a knowing smile. “You cum hard because you get off on making me feel good, and I’m telling you that I’ll feel amazing if you stop worrying about hurting me and fuck me hard. Push my limits.”
“(Name), are you sure?” He fidgets nervously, causing his tip to nudge against that one spot inside you. Your breath hitches while you clench involuntarily around him, a bit amused that he’s still rock-hard throughout this entire conversation. “I might break you. What if I–”
“Break me, Satoru,” you purr against his earlobe. “I’m a big girl. I know when to use the safe word.”
At this the gears in Satoru’s overworked brain screech to a halt before, slowly, they start ticking back to life.
You want him to break you.
Blue eyes travel from your bitten lips, all the way down to where the two of you are connected. He watches as you grind your hips in tiny movements, trying to stimulate yourself while keeping your neediness at bay. Satoru stares for a moment as it finally starts to click in place.
He’s been holding back on you.
Before you can ask Satoru what’s wrong, he pins your hands behind your back with one hand and pulls you down with him until his back hits the bed again. With his other hand, he spreads your ass cheeks apart and sheathes himself inside your walls to the hilt. You let out a wanton moan at the sudden movement before letting your tongue duel with his, making it as messy as possible.
Once he feels like you’ve adjusted to his girth once more, he plants his feet on the mattress and rocks his hips upwards at a steady pace, gauging your reaction as he starts increasing the pace and intensity. You had a hazy smile on your face and your eyes were fluttering shut— a sight that seemed to make Satoru’s cock twitch inside of you. With a determined huff, he makes sure to hold you firmly in place before pounding up into you at a merciless speed.
The sounds that leave your mouth are beyond carnal and animalistic. Your eyes roll back into your head while your whole body shakes with the impact of your thrusts. Primal moans and growls create a sinful symphony with the sound of skin slapping against each other, echoing in the large bedroom. Letting go of your ass, Satoru brings his hand up to yank your hair back in a way that stings perfectly before slipping two fingers in your mouth. His pace does not even falter as he watches you with a drunken expression as you suck and slobber on it, imitating what you were doing to his cock earlier. He takes his fingers out and brings them to your puckered rim, just above your stretched-out pussy, and rubs them in slow circles.
Your reaction is instantaneous. A frantic Toru slips out of your mouth as you clench dangerously around him, making it hard for him to go faster. Still, he perseveres while keeping your head up in place.
“Should I stop, baby?” He rasps, watching your expression for even a crumb of discomfort. His cock bullies its way into your tight walls, not relenting unless you tell him to. “Do you like it when I do that?”
You mumble out an answer that sounds positive and it makes him stare up at you in awe. You enjoyed this, and he’s only truly starting to see it now. However, with this realization, anger directed towards himself starts to brew within and he makes sure of that when he holds you in place with both hands before fucking into you with a delicious brutality you’ve never seen before.
This was what you wanted from him, and with your mouth open in a silent scream, you take in the intense expression he wears on his face as he slams his cock into you like a drug. It mirrors yours from earlier this morning, and with the morning sun, it makes your husband’s face and eyes glow in a way that you can only describe as unearthly.
He meets your eyes, his own blue gems glowing with unleashed hunger. Pulling his hand back, he lets it smack against your plump ass, the pain going straight to your aching core.
“More…please…” you beg him in between sobs. You have no idea when you started sobbing, but you’re glad it didn’t make him falter or, worse, stop entirely.
“Oh (Name)…” Satoru breathes out harshly, spanking your ass harder than before. A strangled groan escapes him as he feels you milking his cock in ways he’s never felt. “I should’ve done this before. I should’ve been meaner to your needy pussy a long time ago.”
He focuses on angling his hips until he’s slamming against a particular spot that makes you see stars. You both swear loudly and claw at each other as you tumble down that steep slope, with no control, until your orgasms crash over you.
You’re pretty sure that you squirted all over him, but it doesn’t matter, because all you can focus on is how he shoots thick ropes of cum, painting your walls a sticky white. You find yourself cumming again just from being filled up.
Satoru thrusts up into you a couple of times, prolonging both of your orgasms before finally letting his cock slip out of you with a lewd pop. You take this as a chance to sit up shakily and turn around just to sit back down on his cock again. Your husband hisses as he feels his cock being enveloped by your warmth again, hands instinctively going back to their rightful place on your hips.
With a deep inhale, you plant your knees on the bed before gripping onto Satoru’s thighs. Slowly you start grinding and fucking onto his cock, sweet moans escaping you while you try to go faster. He runs a finger down your spine, making you shudder with pleasure.
“You poor, insatiable thing,” He coos softly, holding your hips down as he grinds himself roughly inside you. You let out a choked whimper, hands flailing all over the place before gripping his firm muscles. Your thighs start quaking hard with exhaustion although you are trying to keep going. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“D-don’t apologize…” you breathe out, but you can’t finish your sentence because Satoru pulls you down until your back is flushed against his chest. Shoving your legs open and holding them apart, he starts fucking into you again, gearing back up to that harsh pace. You throw your head back in ecstasy, exposing your smooth neck to his hungry kisses and bites.
His hands move up to squeeze your tits, tugging on the nipple rings roughly while the two of you grind your hips in toe-curling circles. This makes you keen, gripping the sheets above you to keep you grounded.
Satoru alternates between thrusting and grinding, a way to keep you toeing the line of overstimulation. Suddenly he remembers the tiny bottle he keeps handy under the pillow on his side of the bed. Grabbing it, he uncaps it before pouring the cherry-flavoured lube on your stomach and breasts, making you gasp at the sudden coolness.
One hand focuses on spreading the liquid across your sensitive nipples while the other hones in on your poor clit. With the added slipperiness, the pleasure coming from his fingers rubbing tight circles on the swollen nub is tenfold. You don’t even have the chance to squirm away before he’s jackhammering into your cunt again, all while torturing your clit.
He’s so deep…you feel him at every single nerve point. For the first time, you truly feel what it’s like when Satoru isn’t held back by his thoughts. He was finally showing the sadistic side of him you had only witnessed in the throes of battle.
And you were loving every second of it.
Garbled sobs leave your throat, but you’re glad he doesn’t stop like he usually would. Light explodes behind your eyelids as Satoru slides in and out of you with ease. But nothing would prepare you for the filth he starts whispering in your ears.
“All I have to do is rub this pretty pussy just right,” he grits out, “and she’ll become a leaking mess, just for me. Is that how much I turn you on, (Name)? I get my pretty wife worked up this much?”
You slur out a confirmation that turns into needy moans again as he traces his tongue along your earlobe. He seems to know just how to make you tick in multiple places, simultaneously, and you find yourself hurtling towards your fourth orgasm of that morning.
Smack!
You let out a shocked wail as your entire body trembles violently with how hard and sudden you are cumming. It takes you a minute to pull yourself out of the orbit you were thrown into before you realized that the bastard had slapped your pussy while fucking you. Your clit stings deliciously, making you close your thighs on instinct, but he pins them apart yet again.
“Nuh-uh baby,” he groans in your ear. “You said you wanted me to break you, so unless you use the magic word, I’m not stopping until I can’t keep going anymore.”
This time he softens the blows, repeatedly smacking your lube and cum slicked cunt until you hear sticky noises and continuous squelching from between your legs. You feel your cheeks burn, but more from arousal than embarrassment. After giving it a couple of firm rubs, his arms fold you until your weight is completely on him and your knees are against your chest before he starts pounding into you at a new angle.
You’ve never been fucked like this before– so deep and hard. You’re afraid you might rip your expensive sheets with how hard you were clenching them in your fists every time his cock punched the air out of you. It truly felt like you were being split in half. After sheathing himself roughly inside until his balls slap against your ass, he dumps another load of cum into your awaiting womb.
When you cum from this again, he rolls you onto your back, maneuvering your calves onto his shoulders before pressing his body flush against yours. He starts snapping his hips against yours, reaching depths the two of you never dared to venture before. His eyes roll back as you milk his cock and he has to bite his bottom lip raw in order to keep going and not cum too soon. Your nails digging into his back, paired with your sweet whimpers and praise wakes up something primal inside of him. However, what really does it for him is what you end up saying next:
“You’re deep enough to put a baby in me…”
Now, this was something you had blurted out without second thought. Really, you were only describing what you were feeling and the fact that Satoru was that deep inside you was very much true. To Satoru, however, this simple statement acted like an emergency brake that also happened to make him cum earlier than he wanted to.
“B- ah fuck- Baby…?” He sputters, and when you look up at him, he looks like a deer caught in headlights. “You want a baby?”
Maybe this wasn’t the best time to have this conversation, not that you didn’t want to start a family with Satoru eventually. It was just something that neither of you were rushing. But, God, when he asked you like that, you could only lock your legs around his hips, feeling his cum slosh around where he’s seated deep inside you.
“You wanna give me a baby?” You can’t help but tease him, especially when you can see his pupils dilate by fractions and feel his cock twitch excitedly.
“Dunno…” he mumbles, face turning red as his bottom lip trembles. “I mean, I don’t mind…If you’re okay…”
“Go on then,” you purr, letting your fingers travel up to his neatly trimmed undercut and scratching him there. A soft rumble emanates from his chest and his eyes almost flutter shut, a sign that you’ve got him where you wanted. “I want you to.”
If you could picture what’s going on behind the stupefied expression on Satoru’s face, you would probably see fireworks going off amidst explosions and electric storms. Your husband does not give you the time to ponder, though, shuffling the two of you on the bed until he’s satisfied that you’re pinned underneath him properly. Gripping onto the headboard of the bed, he plunges his cock into you once, before he’s trying to fuck you through the mattress and possibly the ground underneath.
You squeal, but it doesn’t matter when the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, his balls slapping against your battered pussy, and the bed creaking loudly drowns it out. His back is thoroughly scarred, left unhealed, as you cling onto him for dear life while he’s lost in his own world. Legs up in the air, your pleas and moans fall onto deaf ears as he makes it his mission right now to breed you, even if it ends up killing him.
Time passes by and you don’t know how many times you’ve squirted, nor how many times Satoru has effectively creampied you. All that you know is that you’re well beyond your goal for this morning, almost to the point where too much is actually starting to feel like too much.
“Satoru…” you whimper into his hairline, the two of you humping against each other in a weird hugging position. The man in question is shuddering as blanks shoot out of him from time to time.
“I know, baby,” he whispers. “Ease, right?”
“Y-yeah, ease…”
He holds you close, slowing you two down to a stop before carefully sliding his softening cock out of your leaky, clenching hole. He kisses and shushes you as you whine and shiver from the loss, making sure you feel the warmth of his arms. Adjusting yourselves, he lies down on his back while you snuggle up to his side.
“Holy shit, woman,” he breathes out, staring at the ceiling a bit dumbfounded. “Not that I’m complaining, but what the hell was that?”
You nuzzle your cheek against his chest with your eyes falling shut, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. “Don’t worry about it,” you hum. “I’m all good now.”
An indignant sound can be heard coming from him, but he doesn’t say anything for a bit. Surely, whatever happened just now was not normal, but Satoru was not sure if he could even rationalize that. Finally, he speaks up after an awkward beat.
“Well you better cuddle me properly,” he mumbles, and you can hear the pout in his voice. “And give me lots of kisses. You were being a meanie today so you also have to tell me you love me a thousand–”
A gentle kiss to his lips shuts him up, and blue eyes meet your dark ones when you look down at him with a loving smile. Your hair falls over to one side like a dark waterfall since you propped yourself up on your elbow.
“I’m sorry for being a meanie today,” you whisper. “I love you, Satoru. I don’t mind telling you this a thousand and one times more.”
Pink dusts the strongest’s cheeks and he pulls you into another sweet kiss, whispering sweet nothings against your lips. Soon enough, exhaustion takes over and he finds you fast asleep in his arms.
Your husband smiles softly, taking in the scent of your shampoo while burying his face into your soft, yet damp hair. His eyes are about to flutter shut and join you in dreamland when your phone pings on the nightstand. Reaching out for it, he looks at the screen to check if you have any emails or texts from the school about missions. Instead, he sees a notification from an app with a pink icon and white feather.
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Tossing the phone aside with a snort, he hugs you tighter and closes his eyes. Satoru easily could’ve told you that himself, anyway.