𝓢 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ 𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 ” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎— 𝘨. 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

[sweethearticism]

⊹ 𝖮𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝓨𝗈𝗎𝗋 ♡ 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 ? ⊹

❥ 𝗒𝖾𝗌 ❥ 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾

🌷 ﹕ this mc's a 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. your twenty-smth slutty neighbourhood 𝓢 weetheart who's got the blue-eyed creep falling for her in every verse ! so obsessed, he follows from fic-to-fic. but who's devouring the other first . . . ?

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[solilorenson]

can you blame him?

[anniewinniie]

Nightwing x gojo

[s-silk]

ㅤ⊹ㅤ` Ꮺㅤׅㅤ ᥴ u t e ძ i v i d e r s ﹗ . 𝝑𝝔

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[sweethearticism]

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐀 🌷♡ ͏͏ᅠsea monster!satoru x angel!reader | patreon preview

you were sent by the heavens to slay a trecherous sea monster. but it seems that his charms and tentacles are the real treasures of the depths.

cws. smut :: monsterfucking :: tentacles :: penetrative sex :: overstim :: creampie :: multiple orgasms :: clit play :: enemies to lovers

You had dealt with many monsters in your immortal existence.

"Why, hello there."

But nothing compared to the murky depths of the ocean.

Your wings were drenched. Heavy with salt. You hated it, any cold, wet thing. This was slippery. What felt like a hundred, slimey limbs. Locking you in a helpless tussle. Deep blue, and covered in curious suckers.

Another thing you hated, feeling helpless.

Crashing waves cottoned your hearing. The thick smell of the ocean stuffed your nose. The sky was a grey glare. Cracking open in small parts for the sun to mock you too.

"Release me you— foul creature!"

Your screech tore through the roar of the mighty seas.

His deep chuckle caressed you. Stilled the storm in your heart. Through the mess of thick tentacles, the torso of a man appeared before you.

Hair white and iridescent, like pearls. Eyes as blue as the sun hitting the sea. Enchanting. Sculpted by the might of the ocean.

The being crooked his head. Watching as your wings feebly fluttered against his strong limbs. "Sent by the heavens for little old me?"

He jerked you closer. Those slippery tentacles scouring you. Wound you up until only your head was free from their treacherous coil.

Up close, he was more beautiful than the ocean and all of its terrors.

Still, you stained his face with a violent spit.

"The heavens ordered me to come back with your head, wretched monster."

His smile grew, even as your saliva slipped down his cheek.

"Is that so?" His face craned closer. Stare hypnotising. You were warned about this.

His damp, white lashes hung low, and he whispered. Too calm for a creature birthed in the heart of the black sea.

"Well, I think you'll find that I'm wonderful company to keep around."

Even his grin was pearly. You were done for.

Wrists trapped behind you. One coiled tight around your waist, another round your throat. Your thighs clasped in their silky lock and spread open wide. Displaying your sin to the ocean.

Your slick mixed with the sea water. Dripping helplessly from your stretched out pussy. Greedily welcoming two thick, pumping tentacles. Relentless, greedy. Sticky with a mix of your divine cum and whatever monstrous goo oozed from him.

It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

"Say it again for me, sweet thing." His voice drawled on your ear.

"S-. … Satoru."

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divider :: @/cheriisoda

[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3

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[light-ripples]

[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3

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[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3

꒰ 🌷 ⸰  ✦ enjoyed this piece?   ꒱ consider joining my patreon or commissioning me <3 I appreciate all the support!

[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3

꒰ 🌷 ⸰  ✦ enjoyed this piece?   ꒱ consider joining my patreon or commissioning me <3 I appreciate all the support!

[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3

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[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3

꒰ 🌷 ⸰  ✦ enjoyed this piece?   ꒱ consider joining my patreon or commissioning me <3 I appreciate all the support!

[sweethearticism]

♡. @brxght-world @bunnymacaron @angelhyuka @1eliana123-blog @famousdestinyland @viviixcx @suguphile @erendipi @levibabymama @tomie-it-girl @fallen-angelxoxo @moonlight-jasmine7 @akaashiit @phantomhearts65

[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3

꒰ 🌷 ⸰  ✦ enjoyed this piece?   ꒱ consider joining my patreon or commissioning me <3 I appreciate all the support!

[sweethearticism]

♡. @nanamiskentos @rimielles @cilil @nerdjoswhore @lupicalbestwolf @megumisloverr @nnnyxie @aurorab-0-realis @lunacsent @messytimemachine @xilo-not-a-writer @b33pbopbi @foxy-lisard @satoruspillow @charredchae @designerpvssy @iridescentshine @fushizae @remscreams @rs4kiss @gktdh @badnightngo @moonchild-stuff7 @fuckthevillain @quaxing-lour @vegasbabyyy @man1cslut @princesslilium @voidfulcrumdilemma @messytimemachine @alaniluvstoru @luxluxsmind @ezrael @emmaslastnerve @satorugojosoneandonlyslut @misscherisworld @smile-yy @ehcilhc @love-d-luxe @gilwm @coochiemama3000 @satoruyearner @akutagawacallmediablo @sugo-jo @megottheswaskikacooooke @littlemisssatorugirl @kitreader @belovedbysatoru @elegantmakercoffee @har-s

[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3

꒰ 🌷 ⸰  ✦ enjoyed this piece?   ꒱ consider joining my patreon or commissioning me <3 I appreciate all the support!

[sweethearticism]

♡. @cutylove13 @ezrael @firmlysilentdreadnought @airibear @thelostkira @mnicfz @fallensoxul @sleepykina @storuhrts @ripmornings @yelenzs @victorianxox-blog @soppycat @sisauwu @wiieeeennn @gojousatoruwifey @stsglvrr @nambii @nadinegracee @antikillua @sunyomz @b00rants @supersecretspygirl @rice-andbeans5 @tetsuski @hyunjinsgirlfriendd @catgvrl @kuraa01 @kingraspberry12-blog @gonegh0stwrit3r @inlovewithpsychos @briarfaerie @chromatic-evil @lilyies @ariniip @cutie3p1ee @glitterflowsinmyveins @toejisweatyballs @kitsunaj @bzziestbee @suncaptured @majemki @rosiesluv @yochicoz @sleepyxmochii

[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/only_death_only (twt). this was inspired after a convo I had with my darling @kiatheinsomniac <3

꒰ 🌷 ⸰  ✦ enjoyed this piece?   ꒱ consider joining my patreon or commissioning me <3 I appreciate all the support!

[sweethearticism]

♡. @snailsolidarity @siredheretic @satorus-princess @yesdere @haazelnuutloover @prettypthaloamorous @yukiyaaaa @honoredoneswife @princesslilium @heavenlystarstruck @alinacoke @tangyneon @feeblyscarletvirus @chewiebee @floraljae @justaghosthere1 @lielieei @belovednari @ssorasky @theclosetismadeofglass @satorucest @p1xie-hiv3 @jinjen @wise-fangirl @lidyada @strawberryshortcakkitty @sovaintilla @miksde @nnaa-bba @crystalrainforest @akiyhara @kiatheinsomniac @dawnsoblivion @bzziestbee @yeiena @ch3rrykoolaid @h1ddenbby @enchantedstarfish @moonlightoru @russian-schoolgirl @igalol @sajova @ritsatoru @twinfaes @lovebythuuu @chvrrycosmos @viienie @secretofchance @dreaminglaya @winkii

[sweethearticism]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎. ( ♡ 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 )

satoru is house hunting after he got down on one knee for you. now, he's looking at all the places in your new home that you could get down on your knees.

꒰ smut :: fantasies :: p in v :: f.oral :: creampie :: lovesick toru ꒱

𝓱𝚄𝚂𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓯.𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

While the real estate agent prattled on about the expansive kitchen and how it inspired culinary innovations,

All Satoru could think of was how good you'd look bent over the marble counter.

The engagement ring warmed his hand stuffed in his pocket. Eyes glazed over as he nodded along to the man who tried his damned hardest to catch his interest in this place.

Satoru's already got his checklist.

The kitchen's East facing window would make some good lazy morning memories. Where he could bend you over and stuff his face in your thighs while you adorned in sunlight. His favourite breakfast. Who needed pastries when the sweetest cream trickled down your shaky legs?

The salesman guided him out to the living room. Another window faced the backyard. Satoru observed its diameter.

Your tits would look good squished against the glass.

He smiled at the thought of you whining at him that someone might see, while he pulled your soaked baby blue panties to the side and plunged right in. Stained the pristine glass.

Mm. That got a throb outta him.

The man's words flowed through one ear and drained out the other. Satoru was too preoccupied wondering where he'd put the couch.

Facing away from the front door for sure. So that when you were too lost in your soap operas you wouldn't notice him slipping in. Sneaking behind you. You'd only feel his lips on your neck and his hands squeezing your pretty breasts. Just what he needed after a long day.

He followed the salesman. Paying close attention to the walls. Which would be your favourite for him to press you up against?

The rounding corner from the foyer gave him another card for the element of surprise. The thought of catching you off guard and pushing you up against one of the crooks gave him butterflies.

You'd look so pretty with his hand around your throat and your eyes shocked for a fraction. Before you melted into him in that way you always did.

Up the stairs they went. Satoru tested the railing. Stiff. Perfect for when your bratty side got the better of you. He could press you over it and stuff his fingers into your sweet pussy. Have your squirting cum trickle down the staircase while you drooled over the railing.

"I think my fiancée would have a field day here," he spoke up, loud enough to test the echo.

Oh, he could already hear it. That resounding: "toru! Sato. . . Satorrruuu m'— ohgod. Gonna cum toru." singing through the hallways.

The salesman turned to him with a dazzling, capitalist smile. Blissfully unaware that Satoru was counting the steps between the staircase and the master bedroom.

It was expansive. With an ensuite housing a stunning shower where he could commit sin to you. And a large tub where he could cradle you after a long night of filling you to the brim. Kissing away foam at your shoulders and rubbing out the aches he left in your hips.

But his favourite quirk of the house had to be the balcony extending from the bedroom. A beautiful view of the setting sun and the quiet neighborhood.

Oh it won't be so quiet once he pushed you against that railing on evenings where you'd be in nothing but his shirt. Worship your cunt with his greedy mouth while your thighs squeezed against his ears. As your hands clung to his hair and you trusted that he'd never let you fall.

Your cum would taste good under the moonlight.

How gorgeous you sound. His ring on your finger. His name on your tongue. As he wrapped your legs around him and pummelled your cunt into a creamy, loving mess. Till you clung to him and told him he was yours.

In this place that would be yours. Be his. Where you could watch your kids play from the front porch and he could love you, fuck you, on each, and every surface.

When the salesman turned to him, Satoru looked back with dilated eyes and a wide grin.

"I think I just found our new home."

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[sweethearticism]

˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𓂃 ⭒ is obsessed with his lactating wife :: lactation kink :: pregnancy sex :: he's messy with it

“Ouhh mm' goodddd babbbyyy,”

Filthy. Your husband was filthy.

Filthy in the way his hips rolled against your plush ones. Snuggling into your warmth and suffocating in your cunt. Filthy in the way his white lashes fluttered and blue eyes glossed over, like he was damn drunk. Filthy in the way strong arms looped around the small of your back so that you were angled and your head was laid comfortably on the pillow.

But above all: filthy in the way he muffled and slurped and drooled all over your tits leaking with milk.

"Mngh, toru— s'good baby—" you whined as he smacked his lips against your slick nipple. Coating you up in his messy saliva as his tongue twirled on the tender peak. No table manners whatsoever.

Shaky fingers delve into his hair. Tugging on the white tuffs and chewing on your lip as your husband's deep groans thrummed into your sensitive breasts.

“Mngh, fuck, my pretty girl— angh.” His hips stuttered he sunk his cock deeper. Rutting into you with a gentle, yet somehow depraved sway. “Mm' perfect wife— so fuckin' sweet.”

Satoru huffed through his nose, a large hand slipping up. He stroked over your swollen belly, thumbing over the curve twice before cupping your tender breast in his cold palm. The contrast had you gasping.

“Sweetheart—” he huffed and withdrew with a wet pop! His lower lip was glossed. Eyes glazed. His thumb swirls on your wet tit only to squeeze until pearls bubble around the stiff peak. He bit his lip so hard, you're sure he'll bleed.

“Look at this. Look how you're leaking for me.”

His throbbing cock angled just right. Dragging along those velvety sweet spots that send your eyes rolling and your cunt clenching. You arched as far as you could into his squeezing hand.

“Baby. . .” you hiccuped.

“Know. . . I know, sweet girl. Fuck. Love my pregnant wife when she's soooo stuffed with me.”

Not many things could get Satoru babbling. But your warm cunt squeezing, your tummy swollen with his child and flushed into his abdomen, and your milk spilling all over like a lewd fountain? You crumbled the strongest into a sex-sloppy sinner.

Strings of arousal split and webbed all over his thighs and yours. A ring of cream smooched to the base of his cock and a sticky pool trickling onto the sheets he'll have to change for the third time this week.

He didn't care. Not when you were this desperate for him. Not when you were so his.

“I—” another whine, you bunched his hair between your knuckles and shoved him back into your tits. His mouth obeyed. It always did. “Satoru— 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck— love you so so much. . .”

Your thighs shivered when you felt him throb. Deep and heavy against your sweetspot as his hips stuttered. Mouth clamped over your tits and Adam's apple working overtime with how much he was gulping. His brows furrowed, eyes quivered, breaths pitched.

"Love you, love you baby, love you so soooo—” he muffled on your milk, thrusts growing sloppy and accentuating your wet squelches. “Sooo much, mngh, cum— cum for me please— pleasepleaseplease.”

When your husband begged like that, who were you to deny? His pulsating tip gyrated on the perfect spot one too many times, until your heat burst at last.

Nerves set alight and mouth singing slurred praises as you gushed around him for the third time that night. Squeezing so hard you're certain he was choking.

Or perhaps that was from his own greed and the way he almost ferally gulped at your tits.

With a few more humps, Satoru followed shortly after. Heaving and whining into your mounds as he parted with messy strings of saliva. Tongue out and panting as his eyes rolled back into his skull.

“Baby, baby, babbbyyy— fuck fuck fuck.”

He grunted, spilling thick and creamy into your gooey heat. Gasping for air yet clinging to your breasts like they were his only saviour. And once he rode out his high? They were also his comfort.

White tuffs tickled your nipples and collarbone as his heart flopped into your softness. Forearms bracing instinctively so he didn't crush you. A soft pressure against your bump that warmed your heart.

“Mngh, can't keep doing this,” you slurred, fingers running through his hair. “Baby's not gonna have any if you keep slurping like that.”

“Tha's what cows are for.”

He muffled into your soft skin. So you huffed and gently batted his head with a clicking tongue.

“toru.”

“I'm serious!”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/uzmacchiato.