Satoru Gojo

Satoru was going to burst a damn blood vessel.

The air between you both had been heavy since the moment the divorce was finalized. Time had passed, but with Satoru, it always felt like nothing had truly changed. He had a way of pulling you back in, of keeping things unresolved, like the unfinished chapters of a book you could never quite close.

Satoru didn’t make much of an effort to appear as a single man. He continued to wear his ring, called you sweet names, and showered you with affection.

It was confusing, but Satoru had always been that.

Ever since the divorce, he looked rather…tired. Of course, he had always been working, that’s what had led to the divorce, but the exhaustion seemed to hang around him like a thick blanket.

He didn’t tell anyone why; he never told anyone anything. And maybe that’s why he lingered so much now like some part of him was trying to hold on to something he hadn’t realized he’d already lost.

Tonight was no different. After showing up unannounced, staying far longer than he needed to, the two of you exchanged the usual routine of forced distance and comfortable familiarity. He’d smiled at you from across the room and tossed a casual “love ya” over his shoulder as if it still meant the same thing it used to.

“You know I love ya, cutie.”

You weren’t sure which was more frustrating — that he still acted like this, or that you couldn’t stop wanting it.

Satoru watched silently as you got ready for bed, his gaze trailing after you with an intensity he didn’t even try to mask. This was usually the part where he’d take his leave — offer some playful comment as he headed out the door, pretending that everything was fine, that sleeping alone in a cold, empty apartment didn’t eat away at him. But tonight, he couldn’t bring himself to go.

His body felt heavy, more so than usual. The weight of everything—the missed moments, the unspoken words—pressed down on him like an invisible force, keeping him rooted in place. He couldn’t move. And truthfully, he didn’t want to. He was so, so tired.

He hadn’t been able to sleep.

And tonight, after lingering far too long in your space again, he just… couldn’t. Couldn’t walk out the door and return to the silence, to the bed that wasn’t his anymore. The exhaustion was too deep, too overwhelming. He needed a reprieve, just for a little while.

His feet moved on their own, crossing the threshold of the bedroom before he could stop himself.

You looked so peaceful.

You were his peace.

Without a word, Satoru slipped under the blankets, his movements careful, tentative. He didn’t say anything in hopes you wouldn’t feel his movements.

The tension melted away, his breathing slowed, and for the first time in so long, his eyes grew heavy. It was like a part of him had been waiting for this, for the comfort that only came from being near you.

Fuck, he needed you. ㅤ

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ㅤ And perhaps that need went further than just needing a sleeping buddy.

“Why did you ever leave me, baby?”

Both of your movements were slow as you sloppily ground against each other. Satoru’s cock was nestled between your lush thighs, just brushing your clit with every slow thrust.

His hands ran up and down your torso, feeling you up to your breasts and down to your hips.

“I was busy, yes. I’m always busy. But I never neglected you. Even when I was working, I would come home, lay in bed with you, cuddle with you, fuck you until you cried. I thought you knew all this.”

Satoru moaned softly into your ear as he felt your thighs squeeze around his cock. He was sure you were the only thing keeping him rooted.

He planted sloppy kisses down your neck, occasionally sucking to leave a series of dark marks painting your skin.

“My sweet girl, look at me.”