satoru crying during sex after being unsealed ☆
you feel the burn in your chest before you even taste his skin—every nerve ending screaming that he’s here, alive. and right now it’s impossible to hold yourself together.
satoru’s body is hot and heavy over yours, blindfold shoved up on his forehead so his pale blue eyes are raw, red-rimmed, haunted—but shining with relief. his breath is ragged, lips swollen from the desperate kisses that came before this, and every inch of him is trembling with everything he’s held in for what felt like forever.
he’s on top of you when you part your legs without thinking, welcoming him home, and he groans—low, desperate, a sound that wraps around you and pulls you deeper into the moment. you rock forward, sliding down so the head of his cock teases your entrance, slick with both of your arousal. his hands clamp on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to anchor you against the ragged edge of hysteria.
“good,” he rasps, voice thick, “s’good.”
you lift your hips, meeting him halfway, and he shivers. the first inch of him disappears inside you with a soft thrum, like an exhale you didn’t even know you were holding. “fuck, 'toru !” you gasp, pressing your palms against his shoulders as he fills you completely.
his eyes catch yours—those storm-tossed blues—and you see the tears still glistening there. his bottom lip trembles. “fuck,” he breathes, “i— i’m so sorry i left you.”
you press your forehead to his, soaking in every tremor in his chest. “no…” you murmur, “s’not your fault.”
satoru’s hips work as he fights for control, but his body betrays him, each thrust sloppy with need. you wrap your arms around his neck, nails scraping the back of his head, and he responds by sliding one hand up to cradle the back of yours, fingers threading through your hair. his other hand drifts down between you, stroking the slick pearl of your clit in time with his hips.
you moan, the sound raw and open, and satoru’s hips stutter, eye twitching as he fights the urge to collapse entirely. “shit,” he gasps, voice cracking, “you… you feel s-so good.”
“i missed this,” you whisper, “missed you.”
he presses a kiss just below your ear, teeth grazing your skin and drawing a sharp breath out of you. his movements speed up, more urgent, like he’s trying to imprint you onto every nerve ending before you can slip away again. you feel every ridge of his length sliding in and out of you, the wet squelch each time he bottoms out reverberating through your core.
“i thought i’d never see you again,” he admits between frantic thrusts, tears spilling free and mixing with the sweat at his temples. “i thought—i thought i lost you.”
you pull back, just enough to catch his gaze. his lips are parted, chest heaving, eyes so full of fear and relief that your heart shatters. “you’re here,” you breathe, trailing your thumb over his cheek to wipe away a tear. “we’re okay.”
he nods, swallowing hard, and buries his face in your neck. you feel his hot tears soak your skin as he buries himself deeper, every stroke now a careful worship, as if he can’t believe this is real.
his breath hitches, stutters out in a sob so sudden it rocks through both of you, and then he breaks—quiet at first, a strangled little sound pressed into your skin, and then again, louder. his shoulders shake with it, body trembling as he clings to you like you’ll disappear if he lets go.
“i’m sorry,” he chokes, over and over, like a mantra, like a prayer. “i’m so sorry—i didn’t know if i’d ever—”
you wrap your arms tighter around him, stroking a hand through his sweat-damp hair as he cries into the crook of your neck, still deep inside you, still fucking you slow and desperate like the tears haven’t taken over. his hips keep moving but it’s softer now—like he’s not fucking for pleasure, but just to feel. to stay anchored. to prove he’s still here, that he still has the right to touch you.
“you’re okay,” you whisper into the shell of his ear, lips brushing soft against the flushed curve of it. “i’ve got you, satoru. i’ve always got you.”
he laughs—this broken, hiccuping sound—like a kid caught crying but not wanting to hide it. “i’m such an idiot,” he hiccups, “why’d i have to get sealed? i let my guard down i—,” a sob cuts him off before he takes a shaky deep breath in and tries to keep talking, “baby, i thought i saw… i thought i saw suguru—“
you try and smile through your own tears, pressing your lips to his wet cheek. “it’s okay,” you say, voice low, “you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
like a glitch in time, like the words knock the wind out of him. for a second, he’s not even breathing—just frozen, eyes wide, mouth parted. your hands are on his back, warm and grounding, but he’s somewhere far away, caught in something you can’t see.
“but i’m—” his voice cracks. “i am the strongest.”
he says it like he’s reminding himself. like if he says it out loud, it’ll matter. like it’ll undo the 19 days he spent trapped in silence and darkness, powerless.
you press your forehead to his. soft and sure.
“even the strongest needs someone to catch them when it gets overwhelming.” you murmur with a soft smile,
and that’s when he breaks.
his face scrunches, and the tears come quieter this time—helpless and quiet little sobs into your skin. he clutches you tighter, like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to earth. and maybe you are.
satoru pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes red and shining, then buries his forehead against yours. “thank you,” he whispers, voice raw. “for being here— with me.”
you guide him back in, slow and gentle, every thrust a promise. you spin around so you’re on top now, watching as his cock disappears into you inch by inch, his gaze locked on your face like an anchor. you feel each pulse, each drag, and he watches how your skin ripples around him, eyes filled with something worshipful.
he groans, falling back into the movement as if he’s safe to let go now. his hands braced on either side of your hips, forehead resting on yours, keep you grounded as you ride him—slow, steady, loving.
“i love you,” he whispers, voice thick.
you trace the vein along his arm. “i love you more,” you reply.
he smiles—that shy, breathy smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes—and then rocks forward harder, gripping your hips, driving into you with deliberate slowness. you gasp as everything tightens, the world narrowing to just that moment, just that connection.
your walls clamp down, and he presses a kiss to your sunken chest, whispering broken, desperate words you can’t decipher but that fill you up entirely. you collapse over him in the aftershocks, his forehead pressed to yours, tears still falling, now mixed with bittersweet relief.
his arms tighten around you, cradling you like you’re the most precious thing in his world, and you sink into him, safe, worshiped, exactly where you belong.
