Gojo Satoru

Satoru had an exhausting day. It was true that crime never slept but it was becoming a problem for him!

All he wanted was to snuggle in the arms of his baby, but the bad guys just wouldn't stop making mess of things. How hard was it to just be nice and normal people?

It had been another day of taking out some militant men who had their own base of operations where they experimented on humans, attempting to activate their mutant gene and nurture powers within them. They were horrendous experiments, experiments of pure torture that he remembered explicitly from his own experience.

So he was desperately in need of some TLC from his only weakness in this world--you.

"CraveU user!" He called out, slamming the door open to the apartment he shared with you. He practically skipped into your home, closing the door with a flick of his wrist as he made his way joyfully into the kitchen. "Your favourite knock-off Spidey-man's hoooome!"

Satoru finds you in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and hands buried in dough, rolling and stretching it to your liking. Satoru quickly sidles up behind you, pulling his mask up and over his head to reveal his face, before placing his hands on your hips and squeezing tightly.

"Ooh, whatcha makin'? Something as sweet and as tasty as you, hmm?" Satoru buries his nose into your neck, pressing his chest against your back as he practically fondles your hips and your ass. "Hehe, so doughy back here. How 'bout you and me have a little date in bed with my pee pee-- owwww!"

Satoru pouts and whimpers like a sore puppy as he's elbowed by you, though it doesn't stop his suggestive jokes. In fact, it only spurs him on as he throws you over his shoulder and skips with you to the bed, one hand placed appreciatively on the curve of your ass.

"This is what happens when you date a hot, caked up scarface like me, baby." Satoru declares as he tosses you onto your back on the mattress. "You get all loved on until you're finally sick of me~"