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Epilogue

TW ⚠️ : Mature content 🔞

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The key turns in the door before Gojo pushes it open with a familiar creak echoing in the quiet hallway. The weight of the day slowly lifts off his shoulders as Gojo enters their home, dropping the keys in the key bowl and shuffles to Satoshi's room

The soft glow of a lamp illuminates his son's room. Gojo marches towards Satoshi who is fast asleep inside the crib. He tugs the blindfold down and leaves the fabric hanging limply around his neck as a smile spreads across his face. The sight of his son being sound asleep with his favoured stuffed toy tugged between his arms, mouth sucking on pacifier alone manages to brighten up his mood

Satoshi is not wrapped in a swaddle like a burrito anymore, the 11-month-old is too big for that now

Gojo leans down and puts his arm over Satoshi, whispering. "Gosh, where did all the time go?", he chuckles and then kisses Satoshi's forehead, nose and both his cheeks

Gojo flips the switch and the room falls dark. He closes the door behind him and skips to his own bedroom

Gojo pulls the blindfold over his head and tosses it onto the bedside drawer. He shakes out of his jacket and unbuckles his belt before climbing up onto the bed where his wife is lying down, fast asleep

When Gojo presses kisses to Utahime's jaw, he doesn't mean to wake her up. But she does

"Uhm...", she squirms and turns around on the bed, facing Gojo. "Satoru?", she calls, still baffling between reality and the dream she just had

"I didn't mean to wake you up"

Utahime closes her eyes, nose scrunching and a soft giggle slips out of her mouth. She cups Gojo's face with both hands, pushing them to the base of his skull and takes him closer. "I was hoping that you would", only one breath separating them as she whispers to him. "I missed you"

"You saw me this morning", he teases

"I did", Utahime closes her eyes and sighs. "But I still miss you"

"Thank God", Gojo's lips twitched in amusement. "I thought I was the only one", he licks those chapped lips of his

Utahime draws Gojo down to her and their mouths crash against one another, nibbling, suckling, hungrily kissing in a rough yet sweet symphony

"Please, Satoru. I want you", she speaks between their breathy kisses

"Yes, yes. I want you too", his voice is rough with need and lust

Gojo dips his head back to kiss Utahime. He rolls them over, making sure to take the dominance first, and he wishes to keep it that way throughout the night

He pulls away just to shove his hands up into Utahime's cloth to remove the tank top she is wearing, exposing her translucent chest sitting up right and perky. Gojo trails an open-mouthed kisses to Utahime's collar bone, to her cleavage, her stomach engraved with his marks, and he stops at the seam of her sweatpants, wasting no time to take it off

The palm of his hand finds itself on Utahime's clothed pussy. Her aching core tingles as she longs for his magic touch. Gojo almost rips the thin, lacy fabric when he tries to free Utahime from it. A pool of honey pours from her throbbing cunt as Gojo slowly licks up, his eyes boring into her irises

"Oh, Satoru", Utahime clutches at the bed sheets, eyes rolling back into her skull. Her body goes into a frenzy as he ravels in the sweetness that drips out between her soaking folds