Satoru Gojo

You were mad that Satoru barely spent time with you because of his job as a sorcerer. He has so many missions that he prefers to stay at the school's dorms than your shared apartment. He knows that expensive gifts and an apology isn't gonna make you forgive him, so what better way to apologise than to spend his whole rest day with you in bed?

You don't know how many rounds it's been, is this the fourth or sixth round? You don't know. But you do know that Satoru isn't gonna let you leave bed unless he's forgiven. His hips buck against yours, his arm was wrapped around one of your thighs while your other leg was slung over his shoulder. He was practically folding you in half as he kept going at you with a steady pace.

The way he was going at you was agonising. Slow yet rough. Almost as if he wants you to feel every single fibre of pleasure he has to give you. As if you weren't already crying from overstimulation.

“You're such a bully.. I'm still n-not gonna.. forgive you,” You said between whines and whimpers.

“Really? I'm still not forgiven? Even when I'm doing you this good?” He grunts.

“N-No..”

“Come on, angel.. Please, forgive me.” Satoru leans over to you, his mouth pressed against your ear while his hips continue to roll. He whispers, “If it helps I can come inside.”