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reztoru · 1 year

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──── With Love

彡 soft mornings with satoru in which he's a pest and wakes you up early to indulge himself in his favourite morning activities; doing you.

tw / cw : smut, soft gojo, he cums inside if you squint — but it’s never actually said (in fact it's never even said he nuts so fuck that guy fr) ,, gojo scars mentioned once, use of word "baby" once

pairing : gojo x reader

gender not specified, no detailed physical descriptions of reader but their features are referred to as delicate once

a/n : i had this done weeks ago but forgot to post it. I've been so busy ahh

w/c : 2.2k

Minors dni - 18+

The air in the room felt heavy. With the sun trying to invade the expanse of your haven. Forcing you to squint to adjust to the newly lit space. Head rolling over to check the time. Five? Six? You couldn’t tell. Not with the overgrown cat sprawled on you, begging for your attention.

“too early…” you grumble.

Satoru couldn’t disagree more. He drops a hand in your line of sight, lulling your focus onto him. As he let himself lean down to nuzzle his face against yours, peppering you with kisses.

“Satoru,” you started, knowing where he was going with this, “we have work today, and I’d like to make it on time.”

He pouted, offering you his best heartbroken eyes. “Please… stay, just for a bit, I promise.”

God, if he wasn’t so pretty, and you weren’t so drowsy, you’d have kicked him out of your bed by now. You tried giving him an angry look, you really did, but those kisses he was laying on you, and his feathery touches were chipping away at your resolve.

Ultimately, you gave him a sleepy nod with a tired yes. And that’s all he needed to indulge himself in his devious morning schemes. He started with his hand travelling down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. As he slotted his knee between your legs, giving himself support to hold his body up.

Now that you think of it, it isn’t such a bad way to start the day. With him manoeuvring around your form. As if he’s accomplished this in many past lives with you. In the same sweet early mornings, with the same conviction to serve — or maybe just to take.

Satoru gives you one last kiss on the lips, leaving a sloppy trail down your body as he makes his way to your core. Every little gasp that left you gave him a big grin.

“Needy much?” He says between kisses, nipping at your hip.

“Please, shut up.”

Thankfully, he listens; continuing to suck on your skin. His hands cupped the back of your thighs to push them up. The abruptness made you let out a little oh! as he sat up to kiss your ankle. Subsequently, he left behind a loving trail of him.

“Quite teasin’ or else I’ll kick you out of bed.” You uttered, a playful smile on your lips.

“And where’s the fun in that?”

You roll your eyes and watch as he continues to pepper every inch of your skin with kisses. As if he needed to remind you – your body that he adored; yearned for every inch of you. So much so that he’d spend hours exploring the expanse of your essence, even if he’s done it a million times over. Finally, he reaches your core; but that doesn’t mean his teasing stops.

His mouth brushes against you, poking his tongue out ever so slightly. But never enough or where you need him to. Honestly, you should’ve just suffocated him with your thighs; but he’d probably be more happy than anything – instead, you opt for his hair. You gave it a tug, making the man below you groan. You don’t give up, pushing his head closer to your core. Finally, he obliges, letting his tongue run alongside the length of you.

And so, your breathy whines begin their dance around the cracks of the morning rays. The minimal glow kissed the outline of Satoru’s jaw, intertwining with his icy locks. He looked heavenly in this position – despite his awful teasing. You couldn’t help but think, he’s way prettier when he isn’t talking. With his face buried down by your hips as his tongue laps at you. You drop your head, melting into the comfort of your warm pillows. Your fingers comb through his hair, a hum vibrating into you.

This moment may be called vulnerable. Soft, and full of adoration. Pure love in which it envelops your heart in such a firm clasp, you ask yourself if it’s still working — if it’s doing you any good. Love that enters your home before you could muster out a hello or welcome. A feeling that’s been lingering long before you were aware of its presence. It’s almost scary, and uncomfortable. I suppose that’s what makes it all the more exciting.

The thrill of the unknown, what’s to come? The adrenaline that courses through your veins, anticipating what’s next. But of course, right now, you know.

You’re accustomed to the comforting warmth of him being so close. Watching as he brings himself to loom over you. You’re mindful of the pause he takes, as he looks at you for a sign to keep going. And he knows when you pull him closer, bringing his face down to yours is your silent say to continue; he knows because you’ve spent several nights like this together. And when you let out a small gasp as you feel him enter you, the sound travels into him; something that tells him you want him just as much as he wants you.

He lets himself bottom out, stilling as he presses his hips flush against yours. He allows his head to rest against yours, his breath is a little shaky. And thus he continues, slowly dragging his cock out, and plunging back in. He savours the way you feel around his length; the way you sound. Oh and the faces you make.

Satoru’s crystal orbs roll over you, drowning in the delicate features. He falls into a scarce trance, watching your movements. Mouth faintly twitching, eyes shut. Eyelashes reaching out to your cheeks, with salty tears tangling the tips. Despite this daze, he hears those silken gasps. It forces his eyes to fall to the back of his skull, offering out a groan; he leans down to hide in your neck.

As a result, he allows himself to inhale your entirety; each sound, every movement. The way he consumes your entire being, you’d think it was almost toxic. Greedily taking more and more. His hips snapping into you harder, a little faster — letting himself get lost in staking claim to you for the nth time.

As his skin meets yours, again, and again, and again; it causes your nails to rake up his shoulders, fingers trying to find solace in his hair. And when they do, you pull his head back, allowing him to cast a gaze on you. “‘toru, ‘toru, ‘toru!” A silent chant that gripped onto his eardrums, making his eyes flicker down to your mouth. Mumbling in the same whiny tone, I know, I know. A shaky hand brings your leg to rest on his shoulder, pushing deeper into you.

And it’s then he decides, in this ashy greed, he’ll give parts of himself too. He’d offer you everything if he could. He’d give you the silky waters, to the ombre mountains. From the honeyed sky to the evening dew. He’d pick all the flowers in the world if only to make up for his hunger that eats you away.

For now, all he can offer is the soft pleasure that encases you both.

And he whispers, “a little more, yeah?”

Oh, but he knows you’ll let him indulge. If you had any sort of thoughts left and were more awake, you’d whine louder, be a little bratty. Instead, there’s only a quiet moan, more. Pawing at him, enticing him in. And how could he possibly stop when he wants it just as bad — when your eyes are filled with so much love.

With adoration for him and the way the morning light contours his silhouette. Offering him a warm glow as he moves into you, one that makes you have a sense of security. That tangy gleam caught his porcelain skin, making him appear to be burning up in a passionate hue. High cheekbones giving him a sophisticated cut; white locks that cling to the sweat on his forehead. And the subtle imperfections that grace his features, the bumps of scars whittled into him.

Bringing your hand to cup his face, focusing on him, letting your mouth take on its signature ‘o’. He thrusts into you, in a way that he’s memorized, a way that he knows will make your eyes roll. Those crystal orbs stare back, consuming one another. They left nothing to unveil behind them. Too many hours like this had passed. Moments of vulnerability, bare and raw. Traversing the depths of each other’s mind, body, and soul. Turning them inside out only for a taste of purity.

And right now, you’re a little too hazy; brimming with naught but him. He captivated all your senses. His scent and sound, all coursing through your body to your core. Oh, and the way he makes you feel so full. Each languid roll of his length pulls you closer and closer. It’s borderline unbearable how consumed you are.

Satoru, amid your haze, reaches up to grip the headboard, worsening your consumption of him. He gives a complete view of how big he really is. The sensation of being so filled with him as he bullies himself deeper into you is almost overwhelming. You try to turn away, close your eyes, something, anything to return to the pesky light of the morning star; to gain some control again, but it’s so good.

“please… don’t stop.”

Meanwhile, Satoru’s gaze wanders down your figure, taking in every curve, covered in a thin layer of sweat. The rays press on the surface of you. It mesmerizes him, how your form moves with each thrust and how the sun highlights each bounce. He’d call you divine, but the lewd sound of moans and skin meeting makes the entire scene seem sinful.

He lets his eyes dart up to your face, and you meet him there, bringing yourself to look into his solemn blues. His hands are ever-active, snaking around your back to pull you up onto his lap. He keeps you flush against him, rocking into you, faster and faster. His arm holds you tight, allowing his other hand to intertwine with yours. His lips find their place on your neck, leaving behind a trail of sugary words and dainty kisses.

“satoru”

“I know, baby. I know.”

His mouth lifts you into the clouds when his teeth graze your skin, nibbling your sweet spot. Truthfully, the bites and kisses aren’t only for your pleasure, they’re for him, too. Selfish man he is, needs this to pull him through the day — needs you to linger on him until he can savor you again. So, he’ll bite and kiss, knead and grab. It’s desperate.

You’d tease him any other time, but not right now, no. Not when you’re also being just as desperate to reach your high. As a result, you try to give yourself more stimulation, but Satoru swats you away. He isn’t entirely selfish, thus he’ll help get you there. You let your arm wrap around him, and in turn, he uses his freed hand to toy with you. Whispering quiet thank you’s, because he knows he’s a little mean for doing this so early, keeping you so late.

It’s your fault, is what he’d say. He’d tell you how it’s your fault for looking so captivating in the morning. How could he not want to ravage his stunning partner the second he wakes up? Especially when he gets rewarded with your melodic moans. You get rewarded too, of course, with a blossoming orgasm. That’s so close.

“Come with me,” he mumbles into you.

A string of yes’, and please’s fall from your lips. He keeps moving, letting his length slide into you. Paired with him playing with your most sensitive parts, it’s no surprise it doesn’t take much for you to transcend. To reach that pleasure that you’ve been yearning for this morning. That long-awaited climax; the only thing keeping Satoru safe in your warm bed.

And the intensity of electricity spreads through your veins, making your back arch. While your chest presses against him, you wonder if he can feel the way your body is burning up, or feel how your stomach tightens — or how your heart pounds against your ribs. The sensation is akin to a supernova bursting into all shades in the galaxy. It takes out any thoughts or worries in its burst. Mind going blank, and body going numb.

You pull him in for one last kiss, letting your moans slur into his mouth. It’s almost too much, how your body is a little airy and limp. But Satoru is there, and he keeps you grounded, pushing you through your orgasm. There’s most definitely a mess that’s been made, and you’re for sure going to make him clean it up, but for now, you breathe. Allowing your form to relax into him, floating into an oasis.

Gently, oh so gently, he lays you down. Watching the time sway by, falling back down to earth. You ask yourself if maybe you should just become a house spouse, with the way you’re never to work on time, anyway. Blissful pleasure turns into annoyance, and you do end up kicking him out of bed. He does clean up and buys you your favourites throughout the day. He’d insist that he loves you lots, and you’d reply with a snort.

“You’d let me sleep if you loved me.”

You know, though, it’s all with love, even if it’s mildly infuriating.