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Exhaustion didn’t even begin to describe how thoroughly worn out you were. Back-to-back missions on what seemed to be opposite sides of the country, the recent influx of special grade curses had you busier than ever. It had you thinking more and more like your old classmate Nanami Kento, and you found yourself saying "Work is shit" more often than you'd like to admit.
The only things that kept you going were the late-night calls from your husband, the sweet check-ins, and gentle orders for you to take care of yourself while you were apart. The only thing to keep you satisfied with the distance was the small toy you traveled with and the videos he'd often send at fucking his own first with your name hanging off his lips.
Finally, finally, it was time for you to return. Tears seemed to flood your waterline as the tiredness of working so much overtime in one week was starting to weigh down on you more the closer you got to your front door.
You felt almost on edge from the day's worth of travel by train, the crying baby that had been in the same rail car had made it impossible for you to sleep. Frustration with the world had long since set in and you were ready to crawl into your nice warm bed and wait for your partner to come home from his own mission. The thrill of seeing him again almost outweighed the fatigue that was tugging on your eyelids but not quite.
You were surprised to find that the door was already unlocked. Immediately going on high alert, you slowly opened the door only to find /him/ sitting there on the couch watching a movie with the laziest expression on his face.
Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer in the world. Inconceivably powerful yet somehow incredibly weak for one person and one person only: you. He knew the moment he laid his pretty blues on you that you'd be his. That he'd sweep you off your feet and make you his wife. Your strength and beauty were equally captivating as you found his charm just as irresistible.
"Satoru?" You probed and he could tell just how weary you were simply by the tone of your voice. "I thought you had a mission today?"
He shrugged, nonchalant despite the way his eyes were roaming over your ragged form. The comfortable travel outfit you had chosen wasn't exactly fashionable or flattering, but that didn't mean much to Gojo. He somehow found you more alluring when you were like this rather than all dolled up.
"I finished early." He replied, failing to mention that he had bailed on a meeting with the elders for that afternoon. He had known how long this recent run of missions had been for you, in fact, he had managed to make sure that you'd have the next few days off to rest.
He planned to do everything in his power to get you feeling one hundred percent again. He stood up from the bed, stretching before taking your suitcase and setting it to the side. "Go to the bedroom and lay down." He said in a tone that wasn't demanding, but rather soft and heartfelt.
For a moment you thought he was just going to let you sleep. Maybe he knew that pestering you right now wouldn't be the best, as you were likely to have a full-blown meltdown. You gave him a nod and went into your shared bedroom, slowly shedding your clothes and throwing them into the dirty hamper before going into the bathroom to take a quick warm shower.
You couldn't hear what your faithful husband was up to while you were under the stream of water, letting the pressure of the showerhead relieve some of the tension in your shoulders and upper back.
Gojo was lighting candles around the bedroom, drawing the curtains so that it was completely dark except for the candlelight. You hadn't noticed but the bed had been carefully made with your favorite set of bedsheets, the really soft ones that always had you feel extra cozy.
You finished your quick shower, already feeling better now that you've had time to yourself in your own living space. As you began to dry off, you could hear the faint shuffling in the bedroom. Knowing it was your husband, you wondered what he was possibly up to.
The short time of peace and quiet had driven a little more energy into you, and you found yourself yearning for Satoru even though not fifteen minutes ago all you wanted was to be left alone. The carnal desire to be held was growing ever-present in the back of your mind.
Gojo was a doting husband, even if he could at times be an asshole. He was an absolute jerk when he wanted to be, sometimes saying insensitive things that would affect your insecurities. It wasn't that he was malicious on purpose, he just had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time in the wrong tone of voice.
But despite all that, he was loving, caring, affectionate, and would bring the world to its knees for you. Even though you were a powerful sorcerer yourself, you still found him to be incredibly protective of you. He always wanted you to check in before and after a dangerous mission, always had to know how you were doing and if you were hurt.
He spoiled you. There was nothing you asked for that he wouldn't give you, though you didn't ask for much. You didn't care about his money or notoriety, and that was one of the reasons why he loved you.
You opened the door to the bathroom, not really knowing what to expect. Your eyes widened the towel that was neatly wrapped around your torso nearly falling to the floor when you saw all the candles. There was a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers on the nightstand and Gojo stood off to the side in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.
"'Toru?" You murmured, ignoring his arrogant smirk at your shock.
"Lay down." He said, and this time it was a clear order. "And take off the towel, you won't be needing it."
Without much thought you let the white fluffy material fall to the floor, "Back or stomach?" You asked, unsure what position he wanted you in.
Gojo's satisfaction at your submission made his smirk grow. He was clearly pleased with himself, but it was hard to be upset when he had gone this far to pamper you. "Stomach." He replied.
You gave him a small nod before laying down on your stomach, resting your head to the side on your pillow. He padded over to you, footsteps almost silent as he ran his large, strong hands down your shoulders and back.
He began to massage your aching muscles, moving slowly and deliberately. He started with your shoulders and arms before moving to your back, relieving the built-up pressure within your body.
His hands inched downwards at an agonizingly slow pace, and you hoped he would just touch you where you really wanted to be touched. Arousal and heat pooled in the pit of your stomach as you resisted the urge to clench your thighs together.
Despite your growing desperation, you remained still. Even when he finally got to your buttocks and began to knead the flesh there before moving down your thighs. A small content sound vibrated in his chest when he saw how tense they were, knowing exactly what had caused them to become that way.
A gentle kiss was pressed to the back of your neck. "What an amazing wife I have," Gojo cooed softly before moving down your legs to massage your aching calves. His praise had you feeling almost lightheaded with glee, wanting nothing more now than to hear more.
"Always so ready for me," He added, moving further down your legs and to your feet. "I can't wait to hear you scream ."
You let out a squeak of surprise when he flipped you over suddenly. You watched as his pristine blue eyes swept over your form, drinking in the beautiful sight now beneath him.
He reached over to the side table, where you hadn't noticed your favorite vibrating wand sitting on display. A shudder ran down your spine as he grabbed it and cut it on, the familiar buzz giving you a Pavlovian response that made you even wetter than you already were.
Gojo gently pressed the head of the wand onto your clit, keeping it at a low setting. The instant release of pleasure made you squirm in place, grinding against the head in a lewd display. Your husband merely watched curiously as you tried to get yourself off, only finding that the low vibrations weren't quite enough.
"Did being away from your darling husband for so long make you this needy?" Gojo asked and you nodded your head as a moan slipped from your lips when he increased the setting. "Pretty thing," He replied, "If you needed help getting off while you were gone, all you had to do was ask."
“Please, Satoru,” You whimpered as he increased the vibration again, moving the wand in tight circles around your clit. Your hips jumped, legs began to shake as weeks of pent-up tension coiled into a tight knot in your stomach.
He cocked his head to the side, watching your face contort as you chased after the intense high only orgasm could give you. “Please what, love?” He asked, increasing the pace of his movements.
Your back arched, the pressure coming to a head before snapping and releasing, and the first rush of endorphins after such a long dry spell had you feeling dizzy. “That’s it, beautiful, just let go.” He said softly as he continued to work over your now swollen bundle of nerves.
“Need you,” You gasped, knowing one orgasm wasn’t going to be enough. Not that that was any issue for Gojo, he was the master of bringing you to your peak repeatedly.
He had an amused expression on his face, though you couldn't see it through your closed eyes. Your toes curled, breathing hitched as moved the wand even faster. You found yourself crying out with another shockwave of ecstasy, having orgasmed again even without fully coming down from the first one.
Finally satisfied, Gojo put the wand aside, random muscles in your legs were still twitching, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath long enough to make some sense of the hazy cloud fogging up the inside your mind.
Gojo slipped off his sweatpants before getting onto the bed. He grabbed the backs of your thighs and moved to press your legs into your stomach as far as they could go. He admired the way the flickering candlelight reflected off of your soaked cunt, the way it glistened for him as if it were his own personal invite.
He found himself thankful that no other person on the planet would ever see you like this. That his naturally strong and powerful wife could be so vulnerable to him. No one else would ever see the sheer beauty in your body, especially when you were naked beneath him.
Your eyes finally opened to look up at him, wondering why he was stalling and then feeling embarrassed by the way he was staring at you. You tried to squirm under his hot gaze, only to find yourself trapped beneath the weight he was bearing down on your legs.
Gojo snapped out of it when he felt a familiar ache in his loins. He guided his tip past your folds and into your wet hole, pushing in slowly and deliberately. Gojo never made a wasted movement, he knew your body as if it were his own.
He knew exactly what angle to press in at to hit that small sensitive spot in the back of your pussy. He anticipated the shiver that ran down your spine when he purposefully applied pressure to it.
"Satoru," You keened as he dragged his hips in what some might have thought was a lazy moment. Gojo wanted to make sure you were fully acclimated before slamming into you. He wasn't always so considerate, but knowing how stressed you had been the past few weeks made him extra cautious of your needs.
Thankful he was no longer abusing your clit, Gojo practically laid on top of you as he rutted his hips into you. "My pretty girl is taking me so well." He praised and you clenched around him at his sweet words.
He suddenly increased his pace, moving hard and fast in the way that he knew you loved. Your eyes rolled back, trying again to squirm as he fucked you deeper into the straining mattress. "You can take it, princess." He groaned in response to your whimpers, "Ah, fuck, feels so good inside you."
While he would never admit it, Gojo hated when you were gone for long away missions. He hated having to look for his right hand for satisfaction or the pocket pussy you had given him as a gift one valentine's day. It just wasn't the same as your warmth. Nothing could simulate the feeling that your mewls of delight gave him.
His swift pace had you on the verge yet again, the sounds of his skin hitting yours heightened your sensitivity. Gojo leaned down for an open-mouthed sloppy kiss, saliva escaping out the side of your mouth when you moaned as a third orgasm hit.
Gojo didn't stop. Instead, he moved his thumb to rub against your clit once more, the once abandoned bud now alight with stimulation. Tears back to prick at your eyes, lining your waterline as the feeling of being utterly spent spread through you like wildfire.
“‘Toru,” You babbled out a beg for him to give you a break. He merely ignored your pleas as he increased his pace yet again, so much so that you thought for sure you would break.
“Not done yet,” He chided, “I haven’t cum.” The last part was a tease as this was more about pleasing you than himself. Gojo could be incredibly selfish at times, it had led to countless arguments, but there were also rare moments when he disregarded his own needs just to suit your own.
Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly cum again, you did. This one hit stronger than the rest, a cry erupting from you as Gojo groaned at the tight fluttering of your walls around him. He wasted no time in letting himself hit his own release, pumping you full of his white cum as he pounded it into you haphazardly.
You quaked beneath him, shaking like a leaf in hurricane winds. Gojo pulled out slowly, trying not to overwhelm you even more as he gently placed your legs back down on the bed. Though you were looking at him, your mind was elsewhere, swimming deep in the pool of endorphins that had been released.
He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead before getting up to get two towels. He took a warm wet washcloth and wiped away the sweat and cum before drying you off with another clean towel. He was careful not to touch your clit, lest the tears finally fall from your eyes and down your cheeks.
Slowly you came back to coherency as he slowly maneuvered you under the blankets and tucked you in. “Don’t go,” You murmured, catching the pleased smile on his face as he shook his head at you.
“I’m not going anywhere,” He assured you as he got into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, peppering your neck and shoulder with tender presses of his lips. You relax even more in his strong embrace, knowing there was nothing in the world that could possibly harm you while you were tucked away in his arms.
Stress-free for the first time in weeks, you quickly drifted into the best sleep you’d had since you left home. Your darling husband stayed with you the entire time, holding you close and making sure nothing would wake you prematurely.