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Summer morning light filtered through the thin tulle fabric and illuminated the spacious bedroom of a couple sleeping peacefully on a huge bed. Warm rays fell on the face of a guy with snow-white eyelashes, causing him to wince in displeasure.
Smelling the familiar sweet smell in the air, he smiled without opening his eyes. The silhouette of the blue-haired girl itself was recreated before his eyes. Satoru wasn't sure if it was a dream or if he was reminiscing again, but that day came before his eyes like it was yesterday.
In fact, it's no surprise that he noticed the glint of her cyan hair that day in the forest, not far from the Kyoto school.
Gojo left the building after a three hour meeting that required his presence. There was still an hour and a half left before the train back to Tokyo, so in order to kill time, Satoru decided to take a walk around the area and did not regret it. The first thing Gojo noticed was her hair. Among the greenery of trees and bushes, it was impossible not to see a blue-haired girl diligently practicing with a sword. A highly collected tail developed with every movement of the girl, and when she turned to him for another lunge, he saw her face. Out of breath and red with fatigue, but very beautiful. His gaze involuntarily slipped down to the girl's tank top, which hugged her slender figure, and Satoru swallowed. He definitely liked what he saw. Deciding that this was enough of his surveillance, he then approached her, almost frightening her to the point of losing consciousness. She definitely didn't expect to meet Gojo Satoru himself and even in such a place, and even when she was in such a state. All red and sweaty. Satoru always recalled that meeting and their sweet conversation with a laugh, because if he had not gone to the forest that day, he would not have been so interested in her hidden abilities and potential. It was that day that marked the beginning of their subsequent "non-random" meetings and only then relationships.
Satoru opened his eyes, distracted from such a sweet dream, and turned to his right side to pull the sleeping girl next to him closer. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at his girlfriend. Kasumi slept with her back to him and with her hand under the pillow, her left leg tucked up slightly towards her stomach. A white, baggy T-shirt was pulled up, giving Satoru a perfect view of her tight butt covered in black lingerie. She always wears Satoru's T-shirts when she sleeps over with him.
They have been dating for a year now and recently decided to spend the weekend together. She came to Tokyo on Friday nights and stayed all weekend. Although it was Satoru's idea, he was always worried that she had to travel so far to stay with him and asked her to move to Tokyo. But of course she couldn't, because her brothers were already used to the old place, they had their own friends with whom they definitely would not want stay apart, and Kasumi simply could not do this to her beloved brothers. And she herself could not leave the Kyoto school and transfer, even though she herself was born in Tokyo.
On the one hand, this suited Satoru, because she wasn’t his student and this relationship between them could not be considered inappropriate, although she was already an adult. But on the other hand, he didn’t want to stay away from his girlfriend for too long. He missed her.
Satoru chuckles to himself. For the first time in his life he wants to give more than he receives. It's the first time that one person makes you happier just by being there. The first time he really fell in love.
With those thoughts, Satoru brushed the sky blue hair away from the girl's face, revealing her thin neck and immediately buried his nose in the back of her head. The other hand found its place at her waist, squeezing it lightly and pulling up his own T-shirt more.
If Satoru were asked what he likes most about her, he would immediately answer - her smell. Satoru had never thought about what would make a person's scent so important. It seemed to him that if Kasumi hid among a thousand people, he would be able to find her just by her scent.
Berries and vanilla. That's what she smelled like. It's no surprise that he became obsessed with her scent, considering his penchant for sweets. After so many days and nights spent in her arms, it seems to Satoru that this is now his only favorite scent.
He did not even notice how his hand went smoothly up to the soft breast, squeezing slightly, but not hard enough to wake her up. Intoxicated by her scent and body heat, Satoru placed a light kiss behind her ear as he slowly moved down to the crook of her shoulders, feeling that the arousal was taking its toll.
Such a caress could not last long without a reaction in response, so soon Satoru began to feel how her body tenses up, and displeased sighs escape from her lips.
At first, Kasumi thought that she was all dreaming, that Satoru who haunts her during the day, now decided to take control of her dreams as well. Get inside her head and put down roots there so he's the only thing she can think of. Just like he did with her naive heart. But there was no need for him to do this because it had been like this long before their relationship. But as soon as she felt someone persistently squeezing her nipple, she realized that all this was happening in reality.
Who would have thought that after a while they would switch places and now he would be the one who is absolutely obsessed with her.
"Satoru... no," the girl whined, trying to move his hand away from her chest. At any other time, she wouldn't mind starting the morning this nicely but she was so sleepy and her whole body still ached from their yesterday date.
Satoru decided to arrange a movie night for his girlfriend, so he bought tickets in advance for the evening show. But Kasumi couldn’t even imagine that the simple flower dress that she decided to wear could turn Satoru on that much. Therefore, as soon as they returned home and crossed the threshold of his apartment, this exact dress flew somewhere to the side. Thankfully didn’t ripped off under the persistent hands of Satoru, who didn’t wait until they reach the bedroom.
«We definitely haven't had sex at the doorway yet.» Kasumi thought.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Satoru purrs, returning his hand to the top of her chest.
"I'm still sleeping, by the way," the girl said, burying her head in the pillow.
"I know, honey, you don’t have to wake up," he replied, moving his hand to her hip.
This time, she didn't answer, only tripled more comfortably on the pillow, and relaxed, giving her body into his restless hands. Kasumi tried to ignore his sudden arousal for a while, but they both know full well that if Satoru wants something, then he will get it in all possible and impossible ways.
Suddenly, Satoru's hand went down to the back of her knee and then moved up to her butt cheek, fingers outlining the underwear. Long phalanxes dug into the soft skin, leaving noticeable prints. Her skin has always been sensitive. Satoru remembers how she blushed and put on turtlenecks to hide her hickey marks. His hickeys.
"Let them know who you belong to!" Satoru shrugged when Kasumi complained about another hickey.
Remembering this, Satoru ran his fingers through the dark fabric of the underwear, leading them to the centre and pressing with his middle and ring fingers, eliciting the first moan.
"Why are you pretend to be asleep if you like it this much?" he chuckled at her reaction.
"Someone said I didn't have to wake up," Kasumi quipped, turning her head in his direction.
"I did, but your body itself responds to my touch, sweetheart," he leaned lower, continuing to stroke her through the underwear.
Kasumi didn’t respond, only moaned again as the movements between her legs became more insistent. His lips touched the skin of her neck, continue to smother her with kisses. She tried to be as quiet as possible and didn't want to let him do another grin of victory, but what he was doing was too pleasurable to ignore. So another moan escaped her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her from behind.
The position in which she was lay was not very comfortable to fully feel his long fingers between her legs, so Kasumi rolled onto her back. Satoru, took advantage of the situation, loomed over her and spread her legs apart.
"Did you decide to give up?" he had a grin on his face like a Cheshire Cat.
"It's just that my arm is getting numb," Kasumi joked and turned her head to the side.
"Of course," he smiled and leaned over to the neck, kissing behind her ear.
She would be lying if she said she didn't like what he was doing. To be honest, she always adored his hands. Especially fingers. They weren’t thin and graceful. On the contrary, long and rough. Not a match for his deceptively cute face. Therefore, every time she saw Satoru touching her between her legs with those hands, Kasumi was covered with a wave of pleasure.
And Satoru knew it. He knew how weak she was for his hands, for his body, for him. He was flattered by the fact that she became very obedient for him, ready to do everything he asks. And it boosted his already inflated ego.
Kasumi couldn't help but moan as he ran the pad of his thumb from her navel all the way down and finally slid his fingers under her underwear. His cock twitched inside his boxers at how quickly she turned on at his touch, how soaked her underwear was, how hard she dug her nails into his forearm, begging him to continue.
Satoru leaves Kasumi's neck when she arches her back and accidentally rubs her erect nipples against his bare chest. Lifting the shirt up to Kasumi's chin, he pressed his lips to her right breast. He kisses, licks, bites her pink nipple while the other hand drew little circles on her swollen clit.
"'Toru…" she stretched her neck and grabbed Satoru's forearm with both hands. Gojo pulled away from Kasumi's chest and lifted himself up to see her face.
"Do you want me to stop now?" he asked, without removing his hand from her panties.
Hearing the question, Kasumi looked into his sky blue eyes, finding only pure desire and hunger there. His lips curved in a smirk and the sheer arousal that rested on her thigh only made Kasumi blush. Mumbling something in response, the girl looked away, unable to withstand the power of his eyes. Satoru always wondered how she could still be embarrassed by him, after everything they'd done in bed.
"Use your words, sweetheart." Satoru grabbed her jaw and turned her face back so he could see her eyes. Kasumi blinked, not knowing how to answer, but then grabbed him by the wrist again, leading it lower.
"P-please, don’t stop." Kasumi closed her eyes and exhaled noisily as the fingers that had stopped earlier resumed their movements.
While Kasumi squirmed under his touch, Satoru carefully considered every emotion on her face. Without taking his eyes off, he watched her roll her eyes with pleasure, bite her lips, and then opened her mouth to whisper his name between sweet moans.
Gojo leaned over and kissed the cleavage between her breasts, causing Kasumi to arch her back. His fingers didn't stop for a second as he kissed her body lower and lower. First, the ribs, then the navel, the last kiss Kasumi received in the lower abdomen and the movement of the fingers suddenly stopped.
Miwa lifted her head and looked questioningly at her boyfriend.
"In that case," Satoru said as he pulled off her now unnecessary underwear. "Let me eat my breakfast first."
Gojo nestled between Miwa's slender legs and pulled her closer to him, grabbing her hips. And before Kasumi could even process what he said, Satoru had already found her clit and immediately covered it with his lips. A whimper escaped the girl's throat as the sensations below suddenly changed. Satoru slid his tongue all over her sex, tasting her arousal, moving first to the entrance of the vagina, then back to the sensitive bud and gave it a light suck. His tongue swirled around her clit, causing Kasumi to moan shamelessly in response and grab his snow-white strands, pulling him even closer.
"Fuck, you are so sweet, Kasumi," he said, looking up. Leaves his delicacy with a characteristic smack and strokes her completely wet pussy with his fingers.
Gojo wrapped his arm around only one of Kasumi's legs, keeping his eyes on her face as he penetrates her with two fingers.
"Ah…'Toru." Kasumi arched her back, involuntarily squeezing his fingers inside, and grabbed the sheet near the pillow. This reaction was more than enough, so he pressed his lips down again as his fingers moved faster in her. Kasumi can swear, she felt his smirk right on her pussy, so she opened her eyes and immediately regretted it. Two crystal blue eyes looked down at her the way a predator usually looks at its prey. Miwa whimpered, rolling her eyes as she felt that one such glance was enough to make her arousal take over. Long fingers moved faster and faster in her.
"Yeah, just like that" Gojo commented as he noticed Kasumi moving her hips.
"You like it, huh? Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers? Do you want to cum like this, baby?"
Satoru lifted his head, trying to look into Miwa's face, but she threw her head back, letting loud moans come out of her throat.
"Yes…please, I w-want." Kasumi squeezes Satoru's hair tighter between his fingers and he can feel it, he can feel her coming soon. Therefore, after waiting for the right moment, he suddenly pulled out his fingers, causing the girl to moan in displeasure.
"Satoru, why did you…" Kasumi tried to focus her gaze on him and push herself up on her elbows, but Satoru leaned on top, propping himself up on his hands, away from her head.
"Have you forgotten, my love?" Satoru asked, peering into the ocean of her eyes, "You can only cum on my cock."
Already out of breath, Kasumi blushed to the very ears and the muscles in her lower abdomen involuntarily clenched.
Before Kasumi had time to come to her senses, Satoru grabbed her by the hips and abruptly turned her over onto her stomach. She gasped in surprise at the sudden change in posture, but still lifted her butt, arching like a cat. Satoru hesitated a bit to properly consider the view that opened up to him and his cock twitched painfully inside the underwear at the sight of such an obedient and submissive Kasumi, bending over and exposing her wet and aroused hole for him to stare.
Gojo ran his hand along her thigh and rested his hand on her right butt cheek, squeezing hard, and then a resounding slap went over the delicate skin. Kasumi twitched in surprise and whimpered at the sudden sensation. Satoru knelt closer to Kasumi's round ass and pressed his erection through the underwear. Kasumi exhaled noisily and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.
He squeezed the soft skin of her ass, starting to move his own hips, imitating friction. Miwa couldn't help but whimper as she felt how hard it had become through his underwear.
His cock ached painfully, begging for attention, so after a couple of thrusts, he finally lowers the elastic of his boxers down and covers it at the base with his hand. Pointing his cock right at Kasumi's wet entrance, he runs the reddened head over it, mixing her juices with his own pre-cum. He plays with her until he hears Kasumi's stifled moans. Gojo slides the head from the entrance to her swollen clit, rubbing it up and down, allowing himself to slap it with his cock several times. Kasumi hums in displeasure, unable to endure this torture. She knows exactly what he expects from her, she also knows that he will not move an inch and will torment her until he gets what he wants.
He wants her to ask for it herself, beg him to fuck her hard in all positions that she can think of and he wants to hear it right now.
Suddenly, Satoru leaned on her, spreading his strong arms on either side of the girl and approached her ear.
"Come on, honey, you know what to say if you want to get what your body is so desperately asking for?" Gojo whispers and Miwa gets chills all over her back at his hoarse voice.
"P-please, 'Toru," she pleads, trying to rub her ass against him, for which she received another slap.
"Please what?" the voice became dangerously low.
Miwa turned her head and bit her lip, meeting crystal blue eyes that radiated pure desire.
"Please…fuck me!" Satoru smirked in satisfaction and lean back to pump his cock one last time and direct the tip straight towards her entrance. A muffled growl escaped Gojo's throat as the walls of her pussy tightly wrapped around his flesh. Kasumi buried her red face in her pillow, trying to keep herself from moaning in pleasure, even though Satoru didn't fully enter. Strong hands placed on her waist and pulled her back until the male pubis met the soft skin of her ass.
Kasumi finally lets her voice out as she feels him fully inside. Gojo gives her just a couple of seconds to get used to his size and starts to move. He was always too big for her, no matter how many times they were together.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," he grins, closing his eyes.
The slow thrusts got a little faster as the hands slid from her waist to her ass. The sound of soft skin slapping against each other and her moans, which Kasumi tried to drown out with a pillow, filled the bedroom.
Gojo doesn’t like it when she hold back, when she deprived him of the opportunity to hear her sweet voice breaking with pleasure. He suddenly leaned forward and the pillow under Kasumi's cheek disappeared, flying off to the side.
"I want to hear you, Kasumi, moan louder for me," she hears a deep voice near her ear. "You know how your voice turns me on."
And to prove his words, Satoru speeds up his rhythm, pressing his nose against the girl's cheek. Finally, he enjoys the moans that echoed around the walls of the bedroom. And kisses her, kisses long and gently, right on the temple, feels the smell of berries and vanilla fill his lungs. Kasumi reaches back and finds the back of the his head, strokes first through the short hair, then digs her fingers into the white hair. Dark blue eyes roll back as Satoru finds the right spots and forces her to take every inch.
Gojo leaves a long kiss, first on the shoulder, then on the shoulder blades, without slowing down. The white haired shaman straightened up again and grabbed her ass more comfortably. Satoru looked down as his girlfriend grabbed the sheet with her tiny hands and smirked. "God, she's too seductive!" he thinks every time she clutches desperately at something, trying to keep herself in place from his violent thrusts.
Lost in his own thoughts, Satoru didn't notice how he twisted the T-shirt that was still on Kasumi into a fist and pulled it towards himself, helping himself to push harder into her. Kasumi is already moaning shamelessly, turned on by his actions.
"Mhm, yes, that’s it," Gojo breathes out as he feels her pushing her ass hard against him, creating a perfect rhythm with his thrusts.
Satoru let go of the already crumpled T-shirt and grabbed her shoulder, shifting their posture slightly and entering from a new angle. Her back arched more and the internal muscles involuntarily squeezed his cock, pulling out an almost animal growl from the his throat. Stars sparkled in Kasumi's eyes and tears of pleasure ran down her red cheeks. Kasumi whimpers and no longer cares about how she looks from the outside, what a mess Satoru has made of her.
Satoru can't help but think about how he would like to keep her forever, keep her here in this bed and never let her go to Kyoto again, make her completely his own and fuck her like this every morning so that he can clearly hear how her voice breaks from endless moans. Hear her screaming his name, begging him not to stop, to take her hard.
Perhaps such thoughts would have frightened Satoru before, considering how fickle and free-spirited he had been before he met her. He never thought he'd ever rid himself of his playboy lifestyle until he met her. But now he is sure that he will never leave her and will not let her go. Yes, it's selfish, but that's exactly what the great Gojo Satoru was like. He will never give up what belongs to him. Now, she is the first thing Gojo thinks about when he wakes up and the last thing he thinks about when he falls asleep. The girl who filled the void in his heart and, oddly enough, in bed.
Kasumi distinctly hears between their joint groans and the sounds of slaps as Satoru, almost out of breath, says: "You are mine, mine, only mine!". Something that Kasumi has heard an infinite number of times, but her stomach still twists in a pleasant spasm from hearing it and his name comes out of her mouth again and again.
“Y-yes… yours, I’m a-all yours, Satoru,” the girl sobs, unable to even keep her head straight.
A couple of more thrusts and Gojo suddenly flipped her over onto her back again. Without wasting a second, he grabbed her hips and pulled, slid his cock along her slick folds and setting the same rhythm. Kasumi stretched her neck and let out a loud cry, feeling full again. One leg is thrown over the shaman's shoulder and he can’t take his eyes off the appetizing figure below him.
Long sky blue locks, a little tangled from sleep, are scattered over the pillow. Indigo eyes roll back with every sharp movement, showing how much she loves it. The sweet mouth is slightly ajar, sometimes biting her lower lip, turning moans into a long "mmm". The shirt is pulled up, revealing attractive breasts that are littered with the marks of his kisses and slightly damp with sweat and jiggle from his rough thrusts. Running his eyes all over her body, Gojo can't hide his devilish smirk.
He definitely likes the view.
Lips gently kissed a slender leg that is rest on his shoulder, completely opposite to how he literally ramming her wet little pussy. Unable to take it anymore, Satoru leaned towards her and she grabbed his neck with her weak hands like a lifeline. Satoru kissed her jaw line and whispered:
"Come on baby, be a good girl and cum for me." Satoru's long fingers covered her throbbing clit and fireworks exploded in Kasumi's eyes. The knot in her stomach finally untangles and the orgasm crashed over her in a tidal wave. Legs trembled and fingers dug into his strong back as he still fucking her through her orgasm. The palms closed on the her thin waist, helping to enter her rougher. Her walls squeezed him so tightly that almost blow Satoru’s mind. He wrapped his strong arms around Kasumi and hugged her too tightly, burying his face somewhere in her neck. A couple more thrusts and he cum into her with a deep growl and Miwa felt his seed flow out of her, with him still inside.
Gojo leaned against her, still hugging her and listening to her heart beat wildly, unaware that it was beating in time with his own.
Regaining his breathing, Satoru lifted his head to see her lying under, with closed eyelids and gasping for air with her lips. He reaches his fingers up to her face and brushing off her bangs that have matted with sweat, forcing her to open her eyes. Dark blue eyes met crystal ones and Satoru smiled contentedly.
"I love you, I love you so much," Satoru whispered before he pressed his lips to hers for the first time. Miwa was always surprised how gently and almost weightlessly he could kiss her, putting all of himself, all his love for her into this kiss.
"I love you too," she replied as soon as Gojo pulled away.
Satoru gives her his most sincere smile and buries his nose into the her neck, hugging her tighter like she's about to disappear. He inhales her scent and thinks that this is probably what love smells like. Kasumi ran a hand through his wet hair and wrapped her other around his torso. After lying like that for a couple of minutes, Kasumi suddenly spoke up.
"Uhm…Satoru."
"Yes?"
"You are still in me..."
"I know," Satoru replied before raising his head to look at her confused face. "I'm not done with you yet, my love."
That was the last thing Kasumi heard before Satoru pulled her into another kiss.