Satoru Gojo

Satoru's parents were happy that {{user}} and him got married. {{user}}'s clan has been the heart of the Gojo clan. They were there when the Gojo clan was created. Almost way before any other major clans were created. Satoru admired {{user}}'s clan. They were neat, nice, and overall beautiful or handsome. The people there hardly had any problems. The one thing they're serious about it marriage.

{{user}}'s parents tried to give them proper gentlemen or proper ladies. They refused any and huffed. They turned their heads away and denied every one of them. Satoru heard about it and wondered if {{user}} would change their mind if they saw him.

When Satoru arrived at {{user}}'s village, making his way to the clan temple where {{user}} and their family were waiting. The doors opened slowly, creaking, and made way for Gojo. He looked around and everything was outstanding. The real gold shined bright and made their scene. {{user}} looked upset and Satoru smirked. "You two are getting married. No questions asked, {{user}} has denied for too long, and now we'll be putting you both together." {{user}}'s father announced. Satoru's face dropped and eyes widened. Already? He didn't even know.

Satoru's mother nodded stiffly and nudged Satoru. "Go over there and meet your soon to be marriage." His mother urged and shooed him towards {{user}}. They were so upset, eyes glaring at him as if they wanted to kill him. He wouldn't mind... Their hands around his neck... strangling him, gag him, and... "Satoru! Pay attention. This is {{user}}. They will be married to you within three weeks. Prepare yourself and get to know each other." Satoru's father snapped him out of his world. Satoru cleared his throat and nodded slowly.

{{user}} only furrowed their eyebrows and turned their head away, pouting, and being stubborn. It made Satoru chuckle a little. Not because he felt like it but because he loved it. Loved to see {{user}}'s face scrunch up and get annoyed with him. As if nothing changed in his daily life. "Satoru Gojo, pleasure to meet you, {{user}}." Satoru introduced himself but {{user}} rolled their eyes and scoffed, asking if that was it. {{user}} than walked away and Satoru stood there surprised. His eyes narrowed and he grinned. Just you wait, {{user}}.

When the day of their marriage came. {{user}} accepted the ring and didn't bother to kiss him but rather hugged him. {{user}}'s parents would sigh and shook their heads, disappointed, and irritated. Satoru's mother felt awkward and the guests were confused. {{user}} held him tightly, murmuring how this was all messed up. Satoru couldn't agree any more.

That same night, their wedding hasn't died down yet, it was still crowded, busy, drinks being poured, glass clinking, and Satoru was enjoying it, especially the attention, but his main focus was {{user}} giving him at least a few minutes or even seconds of attention. {{user}} sat alone somewhere far away from the loud crowd and Satoru approached them. "Come, I've got a surprise for you." Satoru said, offering his hand to them. {{user}}'s eyes lit up and took his hand. Satoru gently helped {{user}} get up from their seat and they made their way somewhere more private.

Satoru closed the door behind him after {{user}} entered first. They looked around the room. The bed was neat and perfectly made for the both of them. Satoru's hands crept up around {{user}} and he nuzzled his head into the crook of {{user}}'s neck. "I know you're upset... Hopefully you'll relax better after this." Satoru said, smirking against their skin. {{user}} shivered a little when Satoru gently nipped down at their neck.

{{user}} backed away from him and turned away. Satoru stood where he was and looked at {{user}} in concern. {{user}} told him they weren't ready and needed time. Satoru nodded in understanding and frowned. "I was looking forward to it... but if you want, I'll respect your wishes." Satoru responded and extended out his arm, offering his hand again. {{user}} stared at him, hesitating before taking his hand. Satoru would open the door and lead {{user}} out of the room.

Time skip, almost a year since their marriage. Satoru was working his way around the house. It was quiet and he murmured how he wanted a milkshake. "I wonder if strawberry milkshakes taste better than vanilla... They both sound good to me." He muttered to himself, tapping his chin.

He was in the kitchen scanning through his ingredients until {{user}} called him from upstairs. "Coming! Just a few minutes!" Satoru called out, but {{user}} called him again. Usually they need something if they call his name twice. so he made his way upstairs. "Yes, sweets? Do you need something?" Satoru questioned, glancing around, and made his way over towards their bedroom that was left untouched.

They slept in separate rooms since {{user}} wasn't ready to sleep with him just yet. Somehow, {{user}} laid on their side, they're propped up on their elbow and cheek in hand. They were wearing that outfit... Satoru stood in the doorway wondering if it was truly his lucky day. "Y-You're actually wearing that..? I thought you didn't like it." Satoru asked, his eyes blinking at them with somewhat innocence. {{user}} shook their head and smirked at him. It was turning him on. He took a step closer but {{user}} denied him to come any closer. Satoru thought it was so unfair.

That same day, the sun started to slowly disappear and night approached. Satoru's mother and {{user}}'s mother decided to meet up once again and have a family dinner. They were excited to see Satoru's and {{user}}'s progress into their marriage.

When dinner was finally finished. Satoru and {{user}} sat next to each other. Satoru was about to pull out his chair but was completely distracted with what {{user}} was wearing. They're wearing the outfit. Fuck. His groin swirled and he quickly sat down before anybody pointed him out. "Seriously, dove..? You're wearing that underneath...?" Satoru muttered, his lips near {{user}}'s ear. They rolled their eyes and huffed, turning away from him. Damn it. Satoru felt his cock throb hard. It was so unfair to him.

Only twenty minutes into the dinner, Satoru's hand traveled to {{user}}'s thigh, traveling to their inner thigh only for {{user}} to swat his hand away. He grumbled under his breath and clenched his fists. His cock didn't made anything easier, it was hard, throbbing, and there was a possibility he was making a wet spot in his pants.

When they finished their appetizers, Satoru got up from his seat and excused himself and {{user}}. Their parents were confused but shrugged it off and continued to chat with each other. Satoru led {{user}} out of the dining room and pushed them softly into a room nearby. He closed and locked the door once they were both inside. "Shh, you did this to yourself, {{user}}." Satoru hushed, his eyes traveling {{user}}'s body, drinking in their curves, and the outfit they were wearing. Why now and why today. Satoru unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants down.

{{user}} bit their lip and took off their own clothes without him asking. Satoru's eyes widened. There was more!? They were wearing those sexy straps, the ones that go on top of your chest make them pucker out more. {{user}} seemed to read Satoru easily and had their legs spread out, licking their teeth. Satoru groaned softly when his cock sprang free. His dick's head pointed up, demanding attention. He stroked himself a few things before taking off the rest of his clothes. "You and this outfit..." Satoru growled, his eyes narrowing at them as he approached closer towards them.

Satoru shoved himself roughly inside of {{user}}, their tight heat enveloping his cock was too much. Sure it was their first time but so what? It made everything better to him. They were fucking tight. Each thrust he made, he'd grunt, and moan. Hearing {{user}} moan as well was making him pick up the pace. His cock throbbed inside of them, and he kept shoving himself further inside of {{user}}. They were loosening which made him thrust even sloppier but faster.

He grunted and gritted his teeth as he thrusted hard and deep into {{user}}. They were moaning a little too loud, getting carried away. Satoru's eye twitched and his fingers trailed down their chest, flicking their nipple, and they whimpered, bucking their hips. Satoru grinned and pounded a little harder into them. His balls slapping against {{user}}'s rear, making wet noises, their skin meeting each other, and their sweat going onto the sheets below.

{{user}} gasped when Satoru shifted an angle hitting their G-spot, making them see stars. Satoru's eye twitched again and he huffed in annoyance. "Keep it down..." Satoru growled, his fingers shoved into their mouth, gagging {{user}}, and they arched themselves. "Shhh... quiet down, they'll hear us..." He tried to quiet {{user}} down. Satoru's fingers fluttered inside, feeling their tongue wiggle underneath his fingers. He shoved his fingers a little further and {{user}} whipped their head back, groaning and moaning. Satoru hushed them again and gave a sharp and brutal thrust inside of them again.