some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
Thinking of family man Satoru and how his start at building a family would be as chaotic… and wonderful as he is.
The way you two would start out your relationship with you absolutely annoyed by the man and with him being completely smitten from the get-go.
“Are you French?” He’d ask with a grin after he chased you down in the hallways after you’d returned from a mission.
And before you could manage a “What?” He was already speaking again, his voice filled with barely restrained mirth.
“Cuz you make my oui oui rise.”
And you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from cackling at how pathetically terrible of a pick up line he’d used.
Maybe you’d have to just have to go out to dinner with him to scold him..
Family man Satoru who is surprisingly wonderful beneath the facade he presented, you realize as you get to know him.
Maybe one more date wouldn’t hurt…
Family man Satoru who lavishes you with his affection and adoration as the time would pass, taking note of everything you loved or would point out on outings just to leave it as a gift on your doorstep in the near future.
That pretty Le creuset you’d showed him? It Showed up on your doorstep the morning after your date with him and when you’d asked about it, he shrugged it off.
“Seems like someone has a secret admirer.. Looks like I need to step my game up.” He’d respond with his characteristic grin, feigned surprise in his smooth voice.
Family man Satoru who’d accidentally tell you he loved you for the first time while he was balls deep inside of you.
“Oh, my girl. I.. nhhh love you so much.” He’d groan against your neck as you both lost yourselves in one another—but would quickly try to backpedal and play it off as something that just come out in the heat of the moment.
Was it though?
Family man Satoru who all but melted into a puddle when you told him you loved him too.
Family man Satoru who had made sure to pour himself deep inside of you every chance he got once he put that pretty 6 carat diamond ring on your finger.
Family man Satoru who made sure to crush your knees to your chest into an almost cruel mating press, begging you to be good for him while he put his baby in you.
“M’so close, baby. So close. Gonna make you a mama.” He’d rasp into your ear as he fucked roughly into you, his cockhead bullying itself against your already tormented cervix. It had been three times already tonight…but you both had to make the most of your fertile window. You couldn’t help the way your greedy cunt sucked him in and squeezed him mercilessly with every sweet promise he whispered in your ear.
Another rough thrust and a whiny groan later, he’d spend himself deep inside of you again, making sure to press himself as deep as he could go so you could feel his seed being pumped into you with every throb of his orgasm. And you’d love every second of it.
Family man Satoru who’d sit in the bathroom with you, just to chat while you awkwardly tried to pee on a stick several weeks later. What you wouldn’t see though was the loving endearment that lit up his cerulean eyes while you both chatted away about something mundane and waited for the results.
Family man Satoru who wouldn’t even wait for you to stand and pull up your pants to hug you tightly when those two dark lines quickly popped up on the window of the test.
♪10:05 Sugar on My Tongue ft. Hiromi Higuruma✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧
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♪word count: 1.9k
♪summary: Clark Kent is hiding something from you, so you find him in someone else.
♪warning(s): no plot (plot? what plot), face sitting+face riding, oral (f), fingering (f), crying, dry humping (cumming in pants) multiple orgasms, overstim, squirting, pet names (babe+sugar but not overused)
“Hiromi…” Your voice is small, nervous even.
“Hmm?” He hums, his eyes sparkling.
“Won’t I be too…heavy?”
“Objection.” The man states plainly. “Irrelevant.”
That didn’t slow your pounding heart. “You’ll suffocate.”
Hiromi kissed your inner thigh, nibbling playfully.
“Objection. That’s the fun part.”
Your breathing was shallow, hands gripping your headboard as you staddled over Hiromi’s face; your second set of lips hovering just above his. His hands gripped your thick, supple thighs as he laid back with pristine patience. Maybe it was the erotic position, maybe it was the anticipation, maybe it was the way he kept his eyes that seemed almost black, pupils blown wide as he looked up at you with hunger. He didn’t rush; he simply laid back and waited for you to bless his tongue.
When he brought up face sitting, you laughed. Now, you two weren’t puritan, Christians who only had vanilla, missionary with all the lights on for the “holy act” of procreation. You had allowed Hiromi to fold you up and toss you around as he pleased. But this was different, sort of embarrassing, and you didn’t get what pleasure he would be getting out of it. The man was fully clothed as you sat over him with nothing but a large shirt that his eyes peeked from under, cunt pulsing around nothing and already beginning to drip.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Hiromi hummed, placing another kiss on your thigh, his nose nudging your plush flesh. You sigh, wiggling above him as you adjust yourself.
“Okay, okay.” You mumble, lowering yourself every so slightly. You felt his warm breath fan over your slick hole, sending a jolt up your spine. And just before his lips touched you, before he could bury his nose in your scent, you straightened back up. Hiromi gives a tired sigh, rolling his eyes before he trained them on you once more.
“Okay, but like-” You stammer, your nerves causing you to stall. “What if, I don’t know…I break your neck, or something gets caught in your eye-”
“Babe.”
Your stomach seemed to sink at a sudden realization, and your hands grip the headboard harder as you felt yourself grow mortified. “Oh my God, I didn’t even shave-!”
“Grown men aren’t afraid of bushes.”
“But what if, I don’t know? One gets stuck in your teeth-”
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
His hands grip your ass, applying a bit of force as he squeezes your flesh. His voice teemed with frustration at such a delicacy being teased in front of his eyes yet denied.
“Have a seat.”
Your cheeks grow warm as they puff slightly, eyes wavering at his demand. He was so adamant, and you were already here. You huff out a breath through your nose, and lower yourself again, fully sitting your cunt on Hiromi’s mouth.
You groaned almost instantly, his tongue teasing your folds sloppily, slurping messily as his nose poked at your clit. His tongue worked inside your entrance, coaxing soft mewls out of your mouth as your thighs threatened to close, yet unable to because Hiromi’s face was nestled comfortably between them.
He stuck his tongue out, stiffening the muscle and shoving it inside of you, your slick washing down his throat as you rocked to-and-fro. His nose massaged your clit as your hips grinded on his face, moans bubbling behind your bitten lip. You threw your head back, chest rising and falling heavily, as you slid your wet hole across his mouth. Your stomach curled, Hiromi’s hands trailing to your waist, his thumbs caressing your abdomen.
Your moans were music to Hiromi’s ears, his length tenting in his pants as he swallowed your sweet arousal, drinking up every drop so as not to let it go to waste.
Hiromi loved to feast on your body. He found it most pleasurable when you were writhing beneath him, falling apart. But this, this new concept of you having your way with his face, grinding hopelessly into his mouth to release that delicious pressure building behind your belly button, it was a new favorite of his. He stared at you greedily, sucking on your clit to coax more out of you.
You dared to look down, Hiromi’s eyes boring into your soul, his nose wet with your arousal, and that was enough for you.
“Ah…f…fuck…!” You fucked onto his face, creaming on his tongue as your orgasm rifted through your body, hips jerking on your boyfriends nose. You slowed your hips ever so slightly, riding out the waves of your orgasm as pleasure pulsed through you. You let out a soft whine, daring to catch your breath as you grip the headboard to help you off the man’s face, when his fingers tighten into your flesh, keeping you firmly in place.
“H-Hiromi?” You mumble, your vision focusing on him.
“She’s doing all the talking…” Hiromi plants a wet kiss on your sensitive bud, and you jolt, a strangled gasp brushing past your lips. “Yet you haven’t said a word.”
You latch your bottom lip between your teeth, cunt a slobbering mess as it throbs around nothing.
“Tell me how good I make you feel.”
“Hiro-ah!”
Without warning, Hiromi forces you onto his tongue, devouring your cunt as if it were his last supper. His tongue works mercilessly, your thighs shaking as one hand steadies you on your headboard, and the other into his locks, gripping onto him for dear life.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-!”
Swears tumble from your mouth, the lewd squelch of your cunt aiding in your arousal as you drip like a faucet. One of Hiromi’s hands guided your hip as you rode on his tongue, while the other gripped your breast, as if to keep you from toppling over as you curled on top of him. His hand kneaded into your breast like a mound of dough, every now and then a finger brushing under your sensitive nipple, the buds sensitive and tenting underneath your shirt. Your stomach tightens as you rut into his face, trying to chase that high.
“‘Romi-” You slid your cunt across his mouth, his warm tongue snaking inside, neck rocking in a “yes” motion as he kept up with your tempo. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-!”
You felt Hiromi smile, and hum with content, the vibrations shooting right through your core. You choke on his name, hips stilling before you begin to spasm on his face, pitched whines spilling from your throat.
You twitch, Hiromi still slurping at your sensitive entrance, as if trying to clean it from the inside out.
“Ugh, wait-” Your hands fly to his hair, trying to unlatch his mouth from your swollen cunt, and give yourself a breather. You whined above him, thighs trying to close. “Babe, wait-!”
But Hiromi hadn’t nearly had enough.
He begins to sit up, as if your weight on his face meant absolutely nothing to him, a surprised “oh” pushing past your lips. In one swift motion, you were played on your back on the opposite side of the bed, Hiromi already prowling in between your legs.
Your eyes widen, and your trembling thighs try to close.
“Wait, wait, wait!”
But you were far too slow.
Just before your knees could snap together, Hiromi’s face was buried into your cunt, pushing you further down the mattress with a stuttering moan. His tongue circled your clit, as a finger entered your cunt, and you almost screamed.
Your thighs threaten to crush the man’s skull, but Hirmoi found solace in between your plush thighs, nose buried in what he would later refer to as “the bush of life”. You gripped his hair, animalistic moans clawing from your raw throat as Hiromi entered another, long finger, creating a beckoning motion in your sobbing cunt as if to summon more arousal out of you.
You felt the bed rock, and dip, and it took you a second to realize that Hiromi was humping the mattress, so turned on by your lewd moans and hot arousal spilling from your body that he just couldn’t help himself. It was almost pathetic, the man groaning against you cunt as he found friction between his slacks and the mattress.
Your back arched as his fingers pummeled inside of you, creaming at the base of his fingers as you felt something else swelling in your lower abdomen, and you squirmed underneath his touch, back slamming against the mattress in an attempt to get away, but Hiromi had you locked onto his face.
Hiromi drills his fingers into your cunt, and you feel yourself begin to sob, the feeling much bigger than an orgasm, and much more foreign. Hiromi, breathless yet excited, kissed your thighs before whispering lewd words against your cunt, as if that was the only set of lips that could properly answer him.
“Come on, give it to me, sugar.”
The words were hot, searing into your flesh as your back arched so high off the mattress, the top of your head touched it. Hiromi snatches his soaked fingers out of you with a disgusting squelch. Your voice cracked, your moan pitching and going unheard as you came, a hot liquid spraying from your cunt. Your mind blanks, and your eyes screw shut, white flashing behind your lids like lightning. Your back slams back into the mattress, rasps tearing through you as you convulsed like a girl possessed. Hiromi grunts, spilling his seed in his pants, groaning with satisfaction as he continues to lap at your swollen lips, drinking with reckless abandon. The man was wet and sticky; his fingers, his face, his jaw, all coated in your clear and white substance. Not even the collar of his shirt had been spared.
The man’s tongue slowed, and you mewled helplessly, hips jolting as he nudged his nose onto your clit. Then finally, with a satisfied sigh, he kissed your inner thigh, raising himself to look at you as he gently closed your knees together, shutting himself out of heaven.
He trailed soft kisses up your shin, and all you could do was lay there, damp tired, and totally blissed out as the man worshipped your body.
“Thank you.” He whispered between each peck on your skin. He brought his wet lips to your face, giving you a soft, sensual kiss as he crooned over you. You sigh into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.
(sorry if these have been said before! this is my first post like this ♡ coming back to tumblr space)
doesn't understand why you stress about stretch marks. they're natural and show how you and your body has changed over the years
when he kisses your forehead, he likes to gently take his hand and put it behind your head, fingers spreading throughout your hair while he guides you towards his lips
loves loves loves a good nap date
when it comes to napping, he likes switching up how he falls asleep. you on his chest, his on yours, spooning, etc. As long as you are close to him, that's what he needs to soothe him.
usually doesn't take pictures. but when you're in the middle of a hobby, walking in the store, falling asleep on him, he likes taking pictures of you simply living
helps you wash your back and hair in the shower
after the shower, he helps dry your hair too. (he doesn't like how loud the hairdryer is but he deals with it)
