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The warm sunlight grazed your face as the clock on your nightstand read 8 AM on a blissful Sunday morning; time to wake up.
You tossed around in your bed - trying to face away from the light beaming into your eyes. Once in the comfort of shadow, you opened up your eyes to see none other than the man you held dearest to your heart lying next to you in deep sleep.
Satoru was not a morning guy yet not a night owl - on a summer Sunday like this, he was bound to sleep in till afternoon. Quite the generous amount of time for you to sneak glances of his ethereal features.
Even deep in his sleep, he looked majestic; tousled white hair with the slightest tint of lavender just asking to be ruffled. His eyelashes matched his hair - stark white as if coated with snow on a day of heavy snowfall. For someone with such cold and snowy looks, he sure had a warm personality and a sunny nature - what a walking contradiction.
Everything about his face was undeniably impressive; perfect symmetry with high cheekbones and a nicely-carved jaw. His skin was unblemished, smooth and radiant; his glossy lips reflecting the sun beam. No wonder everyone yearned for him despite how unattainable he was - and yet he was lying right next to you.
You couldn't help but admire the beauty of the man you loved so much, and luckily you had all the time to do that.
Your eyes trailed down from his lips to the exposed upper body that was barely covered by the blanket. Despite all the battles he had been in, he had no scars. There was something so delicate about his skin yet he looked just as strong as he claimed to be - large muscles looking toned even without any strain.
You trailed your fingers down his arm that was positioned in-between your pillows; Satoru was unalarmed by the light touch. You were glad to know he trusted you enough at all times to keep his infinity off.
As much as Satoru loved his tremendous power, he craved physical touch - especially from you. He would always sleepily pat your side of the bed while trying to wake up to see if you are there - hoping to hold you first thing in the morning; you found that little habit of his adorable.
Reluctantly, you decided to get up and start your day with the chores that just needed to be done. Sharing a house together, you wanted most things to be done your way - especially when it came to tidiness and cleanliness; luckily, Satoru was very easy-going.
You quickly changed out of your pajamas - just a pair of comfortable shorts and an oversized shirt that belonged to Satoru; he practically begged you to wear it since it was a big turn-on for him. At first you were reluctant since you thought it was a bit cliché, and he was enjoying it too much, but it was comfortable and that's what mattered to you.
After your quick usual breakfast that was a staple in your routine, you immediately started cleaning the house; nothing grand needed to be done since you always kept the whole place neat and tidy. You noticed how Satoru changed while living with you; he was not the messiest person to begin with, but he sure left things misplaced and dreaded cleaning on a frequent basis. That was until he realized how much "fun" he had helping you clean spots that were hard to reach. He also loved watching your small frame move swiftly from one corner to another - making the whole place shine.
This time was no different as Satoru woke up to you cleaning the kitchen - your end destination. Noticing how preoccupied you were with cleaning the countertops, Satoru snuck up on you from behind - wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his body close to yours as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You were used to the gesture by now, but it never failed to spark the fluttery feeling within you.
"Morning, baby," he said in a husky tone - mornings did wonders to his voice, "cleaning again?"
He found so much comfort in affirming your physical presence alone; Satoru didn't need to even get out of bed to know you were there since he had his Six Eyes, but something about hugging you first thing in the morning became a ritualistic practice.
"Obviously," you responded as you sprayed the furniture polish on the countertops - trying to ignore the fluttering feeling.
He was used to the short responses; it was fun to be with someone who was his complementary opposite - after all, it is more fun to tease.
"Want a helping hand?" he teased as he pressed a kiss on the crook of your neck - running his hands along your sides.
You could swear you developed an instantaneous fever from how hot your face felt; Satoru never failed to turn you into a mess - he knew what to do and he did it exceptionally well each and every time. Only he could make you feel this way, and that contributed to his pride.
"If you want to help, stop distracting me at least," you tried to sound unaffected even though you were sure your voice would quiver at any sentence right now.
Of course, there is no way he would ever stop; Satoru never knew how touch-starved he was until he met you. He never knew it would bring him that much comfort to simply press his lips against your skin - the feeling of it being realer and more vivid than anything he could ever sense.
"So I'm a distraction?" he continued pressing languid kisses trailing up your neck to your jaw as his hands continued roaming all over your body - slowly creeping up your shirt.
You wanted to resist him - unwilling to let his teasing provocations get to you; as much as you loved him and wanted to give him your all, you were big on teasing as well.
"At least do this properly," you said as you put your hands over his and turned your face to meet his - swiftly sealing the gap between your lips.
His eyes widened at your assertiveness, but the pleasantly shocked expression quickly turned into a mischievous one as he smirked against your lips. Satoru quickly lifted you up and placed you on the freshly-wiped countertop - so you could face him better as he positioned himself between your legs - not breaking the kiss.
As much as you wanted to keep going, you also wanted to mess with him a little. He could tell, and that made him want to be even more overbearing in his actions.
"Got what you wanted? Now leave," you teased with a smile as you pulled away from the kiss and placed your hands on his broad shoulders - gently pushing him away.
The feeling of your small hands on his large frame was enough to make his thoughts race; he never yearned for anyone like that before. Being the man he is, Satoru was always the one to get bored and experience short-lived thrills, but you had a different effect on him - something about you made him desire you with an overwhelming intensity.
"Not quite done yet," he replied with a grin as he pulled back in to trail kisses down your neck to your exposed collarbones, hands placed on either of your thighs - caging you in.
"Satoru, I don't remember asking for this kind of help," you chuckled at his kissing fixation; however, you couldn't deny how nice it felt - making it very hard for you to resist him.
"I was planning on making a mess all along," he quickly pulled away from your neck to look at your face as he responded - his blue eyes boring into yours. Without wasting any time, he continued slowly and teasingly attacking your neck with kisses - gently sucking and nibbling at your skin to leave a couple marks.
You weren't sure how long you could resist him - almost letting out a moan as you felt the heat from his mouth leave your marked skin exposed to the air around you. Your hands left his shoulders and trailed downwards - tracing his defined abdomen. He couldn't control himself any longer either as he leaned in to wrap his arms around you - burying his face in your neck again as he pressed your body tightly to his; neither of you felt this needy before.
Suddenly, you heard Satoru's phone ring - noticing it on the dining table right across you.
"Let it ring," he said as he lifted his face to give you a kiss on the cheek - trying to distract you from the phone.
"Are you sure you want to ignore that? It is from Yuta," you wondered looking at the name on the screen - it was not typical of this caller to reach out to Gojo first unless something serious happened.
Gojo let out a defeated sigh as he walked away to pick up the ringing phone.
"Oops," he blurted out as he noticed the missed call notification from Okkotsu Yuta - one of his strongest students, "I should call him back. Maybe he found something."
You watched Gojo bring the phone to his ear as he walked out the kitchen - leaving you seated on the countertop. You felt underwhelmed by the absence of his body heat, but just the thoughts of what was about to happen made your heart race.
Once you felt yourself regain your senses, you got off the countertop to continue cleaning - your mind deviating from the task at times. You could hear Gojo talking in the adjacent room; part of you was upset that it actually turned out to be something serious - it felt so nice to be so desired by Satoru in the moment. Nonetheless, cleaning sure was therapeutic in times like this - letting you take your thoughts out of your brain for a while.
"...yeah, just call me if you actually find something of use," Gojo said over the phone as he walked into the kitchen - sliding his arm around your waist as he passed by.
You looked up instinctively to find him smiling at you and winking as your gazes connected. You wondered if he was even paying attention to what poor Yuta was saying.
"My what?" he furrowed his brows and looked ahead - not dropping the cheerful tone in his voice.
So he wasn't paying attention - typical.
"Oh, my wellbeing? I am doing well," he turned his gaze at your frame again, "really, really well", he continued as his fingers travelled down your lower back - stopping teasingly low.
All he wanted was to get off the call as soon as he could to continue what you two had started earlier. Being bad at wrapping up conversations over the phone, he tried his best to keep it short - impatiently taking in the sight of you peacefully cleaning out the kitchen drawers.
Quickly saying his goodbyes over the phone, Gojo put the phone on the countertop and snuck up from behind again - resting his hands on your sides as you finished sorting out the utensils.
"Now where were we?" he whispered into your ear - gently biting your earlobe.
"You sure are needy today," you let out a chuckle as you brought your hand up to palm his face.
"I am sure you need me too," he cooed in your ear - snaking his hands down your midsection as he teasingly tugged on the hem of your shorts.
Right at that moment Satoru's phone started ringing again - with a familiar caller ID flashing.
"Not as much as Principal Yaga does apparently," you laughed at your own statement as Satoru groaned in protest - picking up the phone reluctantly since he sure respected his teacher.
"Ugh," he said first thing to the caller - earning a disapproving yell on the other end in return for the disrespectful answer.
You turned around to take a good look at the situation; it was funny to watch Gojo interact with other people. His personality sure stood out with others - especially with the typically serious and strict sorcerers.
"...why me?" Gojo groaned out in a child-like manner.
Being the strongest sure was a hassle. You sympathized with Satoru; it did get rather disheartening to see your boyfriend having to leave at random times throughout the day and night - sometimes he would go on trips, which would take a toll on both of you.
Frankly, you had a lot of respect for Gojo; he was only arrogant in a playful manner given his stupendous power. Otherwise, he was rather humble about all the tasks he took on himself - never rejecting the calls of those he respected and loved; he was very reliable, but hesitant to admit it as he masked himself with the irresponsible and unfaithful facade.
"Sure, but I can't warp there though. Not close enough so send Ijichi over," Satoru sighed out - his handsome features painted with discontent.
He hung up the call and buried his face in your neck again - his safe place.
"I am tired," he murmured, "even my Sundays are taken away from me."
"I know it takes a toll on you," you tried to sound understanding as you wrapped your arms around him - gently patting his broad back, "but I am here whenever you need me, and the wait does not bother me in the slightest."
You made sure to emphasize the last bit; you knew how insecure Gojo felt because of his frequent absence - guiltily telling you you deserved a better boyfriend. He felt reassured by your words - you always told him things as they were; but he did have a hard time believing that a person could ever be that understanding towards him.
"I want to stay like this all day, but Ijichi will be here soon," he lifted his face and looked at you with a guilty expression, "I am sorry."
There he was again - feeling guilty about things he could not control; it made your heart break.
You brought your hand up to ruffle his hair and cupped his face. He looked adorable in your eyes, and you couldn't help but fall in love further with this man - if that was even possible.
"Don't apologize," you smiled warmly at Satoru - squeezing his cheek, "no other person would satisfy me more than you do."
You knew he would twist the last sentence into something lewd, but so be it - whatever puts that signature smirk back on his face.
"I will make sure to thoroughly satisfy you today then," he quickly pressed a kiss on your cheek, "I will be back soon so don't miss me too much."
Of course, there he was being playful again - earning a light smack on the arm from you; all he ever needed was an opening to imply something inappropriate.
You watched Satoru quickly make and down his favourite morning milkshake, wondering how on earth he had skin that clear with a diet that terrible. You made a quick mental note to cook him his favourite dinner tonight; he deserved it.
In about half-an-hour or so, he was already out the door - dressed in his usual attire with the signature blindfold on. You noticed that ever since the two of you started living together, he stopped showing up late everywhere; the explanation behind this was known to Satoru alone - he just wanted to get back fast and spend more time with you, but you also wouldn't let him laze around when he had work to do. Just as always, he was hoping to be done early today.
Watching hours go by, you grew more aware of how tired you yourself felt. Cleaning was an easy task for you and so was making Satoru's favourite dinner, yet you felt drained - wondering when Satoru would come back.
You didn't like interrupting him with calls since you always knew he had everything under control. Besides, calling frequently would make him feel guiltier about leaving you alone for a while.
The summer heat in itself was exhausting - making you feel sleepier than ever; not knowing when Satoru was going to return, you decided to take a quick nap on the living room couch to feel more lively by the time he comes back.
After around four hours, you woke up to the sound of the shower being turned off and sat up to realize you were now in bed. You got confused by the time your nap took and quickly confirmed that it was indeed 11 PM right now - your preferred bedtime.
"Oh no," you said out loud - regretting the blissful nap you took as it caused you to wake up so late.
"What's wrong?" you heard Satoru's voice as he walked into the bedroom in nothing but a white towel around his waist while holding another towel to dry his hair.
Despite the unfortunate timing of the nap, you sure were glad to wake up to this sight; Satoru always looked good, but there was something about his messy wet hair and the droplets of water making his skin glisten that made you feel a particular way.
"You look impressed," he noted with a smirk, "stop staring though, I am getting shy," he followed - jokingly covering up his muscular torso with the hair towel.
"Idiot," you laughed at his gestures, "but at least a good-looking one."
Satoru chuckled as he walked up to the bed, sitting on the edge beside you. He didn't say anything, but just kept looking at your face with a gentle smile - taking in the sight of you with a slight bedhead and a puffy face.
"Did you eat already?" you asked - wondering if he noticed you cooking his favourite meal.
He nodded vehemently - his smile growing wider as he added: "I'm craving my favourite dessert now."
Maintaining the eye contact, Satoru inched closer to your face - hands positioned on either sides of your thighs.
"You have been on my mind all day," he said as his gaze shifted to your lips and then to the mark he left on your neck earlier.
"I could say the same about you," you replied as you placed your hand on his upper thigh - this sure riled him up.
"Can I?" he asked as he moved closer to your face.
As a sign of agreement, you leaned in to seal the distance between your lips - feeling the freshly applied lip balm on his lips. Your free hand instinctively moved to his hair - lightly tugging the wet strands and grazing against the texture of his undercut; he loved when you played with his hair - letting out a small moan against your lips.
Satoru wrapped one of his arms around you as he gently lowered you onto the bed and climbed on top of you carefully - fully caging you in. Although your heart was racing, you felt at ease with him - you loved him too strongly and wanted this just as much as he did.
You had an intoxicating effect on him, and he wanted to indulge in you. He never needed anyone as much as he needed you, and right now he was ready to give you his all.
"I don't know if I can hold back tonight," Satoru said as he pulled away from the kiss to look at your face - taking in the sight of his lip balm shining ever-so-lightly on your lips.
"Then don't," you assured him - hand still tugging lightly at his hair.
That exchange was all the two of you ever needed.