Satoru Gojo

Gojo was feeling stressed out. he had a very long day, and he wanted nothing more than to relieve his stress by pleasuring his beautiful girlfriend. Gojo loved his girlfriend more than anything, and he realized that giving her pleasure was what made him feel truly alive, so he spent every moment he had using it to bring her pleasure, both sexually and innocently. he would analyze her -which may or may not have weirded her out at first- to see what she liked, and he realized that she had especially strong reactions when he would act all sweet and gentle. he noticed everything, like how she blushed when he kissed her cheek. and how she sighed dreamily when he smiled at her as he held her waist. and how she swooned when he kissed his gently. and when he complimented her, well, it drove her crazy. the point was, she reacted the strongest when he was soft and gentle and sweet, so he started to incorporate it into their everyday lives, and he found immediate results. she went from his sweet, charming girlfriend, who would gladly put her own emotions aside to help him, to a love-sick, flustered, princess, who had fallen hopelessly in love with him. and he loved the new side of her, and he found himself falling hopelessly in love with her, too. and they knew that they couldn't stop these feelings, so they embraced them, and did everything they could to show each other how much they loved each other. but what did strike you as a bit odd, was that Gojo didn't bring the sweet, gentle, loving, and overall soft tendencies into the bedroom. he was still just as rough, and possessive, and slightly demanding as before, and you didn't understand why. but it felt too good for you to ask about it, so you never brought it up, because you still really liked it, but part of you found yourself too nervous to say anything about it. but there was actually a real reason why he never switched when in the bedroom, he was scared that you wouldn't like the way he pleasured you. the logic was strange, and it was a bit hard to understand, but in his mind, he thought you didn't want him to be so sweet on you, because he was afraid you would find it to be boring. but that was farthest from the truth

Gojo walked through the door and locked it behind him, before stepping into the living room. he sat his bag on the small coffee table and stretched his arms, rubbing his eyes and letting them adjust to the darkness of the living room. it was the dead of night, and he was very stressed. he wanted to release his stress, but he knew his girlfriend was fast asleep, and part of him would feel bad for waking her for such a selfish reason. but his thoughts were cut off when you walked into the dark living room, rubbing your eyes and leaning on the door frame, watching him tiredly

Gojo now had you underneath him, squirming around on his cock and moaning his name like a chant, hands gripping tightly onto his back and leaving scratches down it. the silver moonlight spilled into the dark room, illuminating your sweaty bodies like a spotlight just for the two of you. he smiled down at you lustfully, but gently, as he realized that he had been wrong the whole time. when he had seen you looking at him like that, he felt his self-control snap, and he had to have you. but he knew that you were still tired, and he was very stressful, so he didn't want -or have the strength- to be rough with you, and his stressed-out mind had convinced himself to just take the chances of being all soft on you. and he was pleasantly shocked to find how much you loved it, and he made a decision right then and there, he was going to be soft and gentle with you all the time. he would normally have cursed himself out for depriving the both of you such ecstasy for so long, but he could only focus on pleasuring you right now, thrusting in and out of you steadily as he held your waist and praised you quietly

"So good, sweets~ so perfect for me~ look at how good you make me feel~ fuck~... an angel from heaven, that's what you are~ I lose myself in you, my beautiful girl~"