sttoru

[sttoru]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. husband!kento nanami x wife!reader. fluff, girl dad! kento, happy family bcs thats what he deserves. happy birthday ken <3

kento steps out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind him. he’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his chiseled chest still glistening with beads of moisture. his damp blond hair is slicked back except for a few rebellious strands that fall across his forehead.

he makes his way back to the living room, where the soft giggles and laughter is coming from. the blonde pauses in the doorway and takes in the heartwarming sight before him.

his wife—you—and daughter are sprawled out on the couch. you’re wearing matching white face masks that are plastered across your skin. what tops it off are the cucumber slices covering your eyes.

you did tell him earlier that you’ll have your own little ‘spa time’ with your daughter. seeing that this is what you meant, kento lets out a small and low chuckle.

“how adorable,” he hums under his breath. he stalks towards you, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet beneath the couch. your daughter is the first to sense his presence and her little body stills from her squirming fit.

she bolts upright and the cucumber slices fly off her eyes. the little girl immediately giggles at the sight of her father, which has kento’s lips curl up into a warm smile as well.

“daddy!” she shrieks, pointing a chubby finger at him. “you’re not supposed to be here! it’s girls only!”

kento raises an eyebrow at his daughter’s playful words. it’s absolutely adorable how she’s basically a mini version of you. the way her bottom lip juts out in a pout and her nose scrunches up when she laughs— it’s so like you. it truly warms the blonde’s heart.

the sweet sight of his wife and daughter sharing this moment between them, being all smiles and giggles, is exactly what his dreams are made of.

“is that so?” kento reaches out and boops his daughter on the nose, ignoring her indignant squirming, “well, i think your mommy can make an exception for me. just this once.”

you snicker from your place on the couch, the mask that has dried on your face now cracking a little. you love hearing the playful banter between your husband and daughter—love hearing how that carbon copy of you is all giddy as she chats with her dad.

“mommy!” your daughter bounces next to you on the couch and shakes your arm a bit, already forgetting about the ‘relaxation’ part of your self care routine. she’s mostly focused on the person who ‘disturbed’ your little alone time. “daddy’s interrupting our spa time!”

you muffle another laugh at the dramatic way she shrieks in your ear. like it’s the end of the world. “oh no! we can’t have that now can we?” you gasp just as dramatically, lifting your daughter into your arms, the cucumber slices on your eyes rolling off with the motion.

your daughter nods with a big grin on her cherubic face as she’s held in your lap. “nope! ‘s only for mommy and me! girls time!” she says proudly, tiny hands resting on her middle.

“bad daddy,” she adds with a teasing giggle and sticks her tongue out at kento.

you laugh at her words before mischievously agreeing. “indeed, bad daddy,” you nod and stick your tongue out at kento as well.

kento raises an eyebrow at the way you indulge the child’s antics. a low, amused chuckle rumbles in his chest as he comes to sit on the edge of the couch. he reaches out and ruffles your daughter’s hair before gently pinching her cheeks together.

“really? bad daddy, huh?” his other hand comes up to tickle her sides, his eyes softening as he hears that addicting laughter again. what tops it off is seeing you smiling from ear to ear at your little girl’s joy as well.

kento lets out a sigh he doesn’t even know was needed. this family is exactly what he dreamt of. exactly what he needed.

“come here—both of you,” the blond man comments, voice low but filled with mirth. he leans down and covers both your bodies with his, peppering the chubby skin of your daughter’s arms with kisses before doing the same to your neck.

your daughter giggles and squeals as kento pretends to eat you both up, nibbling on your skin, his hair and stubble tickling your limbs. she’s already forgotten all about the fact that he crashed your little girl’s party.

you squirm and let yourself enjoy the moment as well. this moment of your family just… being a family. nothing else matters.

[sttoru]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. husband!kento nanami x wife!reader. fluff, girl dad! kento, happy family bcs thats what he deserves. happy birthday ken <3

kento steps out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind him. he’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his chiseled chest still glistening with beads of moisture. his damp blond hair is slicked back except for a few rebellious strands that fall across his forehead.

he makes his way back to the living room, where the soft giggles and laughter is coming from. the blonde pauses in the doorway and takes in the heartwarming sight before him.

his wife—you—and daughter are sprawled out on the couch. you’re wearing matching white face masks that are plastered across your skin. what tops it off are the cucumber slices covering your eyes.

you did tell him earlier that you’ll have your own little ‘spa time’ with your daughter. seeing that this is what you meant, kento lets out a small and low chuckle.

“how adorable,” he hums under his breath. he stalks towards you, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet beneath the couch. your daughter is the first to sense his presence and her little body stills from her squirming fit.

she bolts upright and the cucumber slices fly off her eyes. the little girl immediately giggles at the sight of her father, which has kento’s lips curl up into a warm smile as well.

“daddy!” she shrieks, pointing a chubby finger at him. “you’re not supposed to be here! it’s girls only!”

kento raises an eyebrow at his daughter’s playful words. it’s absolutely adorable how she’s basically a mini version of you. the way her bottom lip juts out in a pout and her nose scrunches up when she laughs— it’s so like you. it truly warms the blonde’s heart.

the sweet sight of his wife and daughter sharing this moment between them, being all smiles and giggles, is exactly what his dreams are made of.

“is that so?” kento reaches out and boops his daughter on the nose, ignoring her indignant squirming, “well, i think your mommy can make an exception for me. just this once.”

you snicker from your place on the couch, the mask that has dried on your face now cracking a little. you love hearing the playful banter between your husband and daughter—love hearing how that carbon copy of you is all giddy as she chats with her dad.

“mommy!” your daughter bounces next to you on the couch and shakes your arm a bit, already forgetting about the ‘relaxation’ part of your self care routine. she’s mostly focused on the person who ‘disturbed’ your little alone time. “daddy’s interrupting our spa time!”

you muffle another laugh at the dramatic way she shrieks in your ear. like it’s the end of the world. “oh no! we can’t have that now can we?” you gasp just as dramatically, lifting your daughter into your arms, the cucumber slices on your eyes rolling off with the motion.

your daughter nods with a big grin on her cherubic face as she’s held in your lap. “nope! ‘s only for mommy and me! girls time!” she says proudly, tiny hands resting on her middle.

“bad daddy,” she adds with a teasing giggle and sticks her tongue out at kento.

you laugh at her words before mischievously agreeing. “indeed, bad daddy,” you nod and stick your tongue out at kento as well.

kento raises an eyebrow at the way you indulge the child’s antics. a low, amused chuckle rumbles in his chest as he comes to sit on the edge of the couch. he reaches out and ruffles your daughter’s hair before gently pinching her cheeks together.

“really? bad daddy, huh?” his other hand comes up to tickle her sides, his eyes softening as he hears that addicting laughter again. what tops it off is seeing you smiling from ear to ear at your little girl’s joy as well.

kento lets out a sigh he doesn’t even know was needed. this family is exactly what he dreamt of. exactly what he needed.

“come here—both of you,” the blond man comments, voice low but filled with mirth. he leans down and covers both your bodies with his, peppering the chubby skin of your daughter’s arms with kisses before doing the same to your neck.

your daughter giggles and squeals as kento pretends to eat you both up, nibbling on your skin, his hair and stubble tickling your limbs. she’s already forgotten all about the fact that he crashed your little girl’s party.

you squirm and let yourself enjoy the moment as well. this moment of your family just… being a family. nothing else matters.

[sttoru]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. husband!kento nanami x wife!reader. fluff, girl dad! kento, happy family bcs thats what he deserves. happy birthday ken <3

kento steps out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind him. he’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his chiseled chest still glistening with beads of moisture. his damp blond hair is slicked back except for a few rebellious strands that fall across his forehead.

he makes his way back to the living room, where the soft giggles and laughter is coming from. the blonde pauses in the doorway and takes in the heartwarming sight before him.

his wife—you—and daughter are sprawled out on the couch. you’re wearing matching white face masks that are plastered across your skin. what tops it off are the cucumber slices covering your eyes.

you did tell him earlier that you’ll have your own little ‘spa time’ with your daughter. seeing that this is what you meant, kento lets out a small and low chuckle.

“how adorable,” he hums under his breath. he stalks towards you, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet beneath the couch. your daughter is the first to sense his presence and her little body stills from her squirming fit.

she bolts upright and the cucumber slices fly off her eyes. the little girl immediately giggles at the sight of her father, which has kento’s lips curl up into a warm smile as well.

“daddy!” she shrieks, pointing a chubby finger at him. “you’re not supposed to be here! it’s girls only!”

kento raises an eyebrow at his daughter’s playful words. it’s absolutely adorable how she’s basically a mini version of you. the way her bottom lip juts out in a pout and her nose scrunches up when she laughs— it’s so like you. it truly warms the blonde’s heart.

the sweet sight of his wife and daughter sharing this moment between them, being all smiles and giggles, is exactly what his dreams are made of.

“is that so?” kento reaches out and boops his daughter on the nose, ignoring her indignant squirming, “well, i think your mommy can make an exception for me. just this once.”

you snicker from your place on the couch, the mask that has dried on your face now cracking a little. you love hearing the playful banter between your husband and daughter—love hearing how that carbon copy of you is all giddy as she chats with her dad.

“mommy!” your daughter bounces next to you on the couch and shakes your arm a bit, already forgetting about the ‘relaxation’ part of your self care routine. she’s mostly focused on the person who ‘disturbed’ your little alone time. “daddy’s interrupting our spa time!”

you muffle another laugh at the dramatic way she shrieks in your ear. like it’s the end of the world. “oh no! we can’t have that now can we?” you gasp just as dramatically, lifting your daughter into your arms, the cucumber slices on your eyes rolling off with the motion.

your daughter nods with a big grin on her cherubic face as she’s held in your lap. “nope! ‘s only for mommy and me! girls time!” she says proudly, tiny hands resting on her middle.

“bad daddy,” she adds with a teasing giggle and sticks her tongue out at kento.

you laugh at her words before mischievously agreeing. “indeed, bad daddy,” you nod and stick your tongue out at kento as well.

kento raises an eyebrow at the way you indulge the child’s antics. a low, amused chuckle rumbles in his chest as he comes to sit on the edge of the couch. he reaches out and ruffles your daughter’s hair before gently pinching her cheeks together.

“really? bad daddy, huh?” his other hand comes up to tickle her sides, his eyes softening as he hears that addicting laughter again. what tops it off is seeing you smiling from ear to ear at your little girl’s joy as well.

kento lets out a sigh he doesn’t even know was needed. this family is exactly what he dreamt of. exactly what he needed.

“come here—both of you,” the blond man comments, voice low but filled with mirth. he leans down and covers both your bodies with his, peppering the chubby skin of your daughter’s arms with kisses before doing the same to your neck.

your daughter giggles and squeals as kento pretends to eat you both up, nibbling on your skin, his hair and stubble tickling your limbs. she’s already forgotten all about the fact that he crashed your little girl’s party.

you squirm and let yourself enjoy the moment as well. this moment of your family just… being a family. nothing else matters.

[sttoru]

 𝝑𝑒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. calling your boyfriend ‘daddy’ for the first time has him actually losing it.

tags. dom olderbf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, fluff-ish. pwp-ish. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). daddy kink! p in v -> protected turns into unprotected. mention of potential pregnancy. creampǐe. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. not proof-read. wc: above 1k.

the air in the dimly lit bedroom is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires. satoru lounges on the king-sized bed, his lean yet muscular frame sprawled across the egyptian cotton sheets.

he watches you intently as you move around your shared bedroom, your curvy body draped in a silky robe that leaves little to the imagination. the sheer fabric clings to your curves which emphasizes the swell of your breasts and the dip of your waist.

satoru’s piercing blue eyes follow your every movement and his gaze is intense and hungry. he can feel the heat building in his groin, the familiar ache that always accompanies your presence. it is a constant battle—this need he has for you.

it’s a never-ending war between his desire to possess you completely and his desperate need to keep you safe from the darkest parts of himself. the one he tries to hide behind that charming façade of his.

he’s been fighting his true feelings for so long. he’s tried to resist, to keep you at arm’s length to prevent another heartbreak. to prevent another probability of someone in his life leaving him.

but in the end, he’s given in. taken you as his girlfriend even through everything. however even now, even with you standing before him, he can’t shake the feeling that you’re still slipping away from him. that at any moment, you can disappear, leaving him alone and empty.

it makes him feel possessive. extremely so.

satoru pushes himself up onto his elbows, his biceps flexing as he moves. “c’mere, baby,” he says, his voice low and rough with desire. “let me see you.”

you pause in your tracks, your eyes meeting his gaze. there is a flicker of something in them, a hint of hesitation. but then you take a step forward, and another, until you stand at the edge of the bed.

“yes?” you tilt your head, a questioning look in your gaze. you brush a few of his white hairs to the side, tucking them behind his ear gently, “something on your mind?”

satoru's heart raced as he reaches out before his large hand wraps around your wrist. he tugs you down onto the bed, his other arm snaking around your waist to pull you flush against his chest.

“mm well, it’s just that. . . y’ look really good, princess,” he murmurs in that sultry voice of his. his lips brush against the soft skin of your neck. he can feel the heat of you, the way your body melts against his own. it’s a feeling he’s come to crave—a sensation he needs more than air.

satoru's hand slides up your side, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast through the thin fabric. “’toru,” you gasp his name out softly as satoru’s fingers find your nipple. it's already stiff beneath the robe. your back arches slightly, pressing your tit further into his unexpected touch.

satoru’s breath hitches, his cock twitching in his pants as he feels you respond to him. he rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging gently, coaxing it to an even harder form.

his other hand slides down, over the curve of your ass, squeezing the firm globe possessively. he kneads the soft flesh, his fingers sinking into your skin as he holds you tight against him. satoru's hips rocked forward, grinding his hardening erection against your stomach. he is already so hard, so fucking desperate for you. it's a constant state with you. that all-consuming need that never seems to abate.

satoru's lips trail up your necjk and his teeth graze your jawline. he nips and sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. your breath comes faster, your chest heaving against his own. the older man can feel your heart racing, pounding in time with his own.

it’s a heady feeling knowing that he affects you this way. that he can make you feel this much simply by touching you.

"fuck, i want you," satoru lets out in a half whimper, half growl. “wanna feel you come apart in my arms, baby.”

he captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delves deep to claim every inch of you. he kisses you like a man starved, like you’re the air he needs to breathe.

his large hands roam your body, touching you everywhere, mapping out every dip and curve. he can’t get enough of you, can never touch you enough.

as you kiss, you feel satoru’s slender fingers slip beneath the hem of your robe, pushing the fabric up and over your thighs. you gasp into his mouth as his fingers find your clothed cunt, stroking through the slick folds. your lover groans, his cock throbbing at the feel of you. of course you’re already so wet and ready for him.

“daddy,” you whimper, the word slipping from your lips before you could stop it. it’s a name you’ve never called him before in bed, but in the heat of the moment, it felt right. it felt perfect.

satoru froze. his heart stops for a moment, your whispered word echoing in the charged air between you two.

daddy.

shit, the way it sounds falling from your kiss-swollen lips, your voice breathy and needy. it sends a jolt straight to his cock, his dick throbbing almost painfully against the confines of his sweatpants. he’s so fucking hard it hurts.

“fuck, princess,” satoru shudders, his voice ragged with lust and something else. something deeper and darker. "you want daddy to take care of you? want me to make you feel good? keheh, alright."

he puts an emphasis on the ‘daddy’, almost mockingly, as a teasing grin tugs at the corners of his lips. he will not be holding back; that’s for sure.

his fingers slide beneath your panties and inside your warm pussy, pumping steadily as his thumb circles your clit. that slip-up of yours only encouraged him to be more bold.

“mgh!” you buck against his hand, your hips undulating in an instinctive rhythm. satoru's heart races as he watches you—watches the pleasure play out across your face. your eyes flutter shut, your head tilting back as you lose yourself in the sensation.

“yes, ngh, daddy,” you whimper again, and this time satoru actually can’t hold back.

he surges forward, flipping your positions so that he hovers over you. he can feel the heat of you—the way your body trembles beneath him. he can see the desire in your eyes, the way they clung to him with a desperation that mirrored his own.

“shit, baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” your lover grunts, his voice low and rough with desire. “you’re mine, all mine. and i’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

with that, he crashes his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss. he swallows your cries of pleasure and drinks down down every gasp and moan like a man dying of thirst. his hands roam your body, touching you everywhere, claiming every inch of your soft skin.

the white haired man pushes your robe up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. he then sits back on his knees and takes in the sight of your naked body splayed out beneath him.

“look at you,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes dark with lust. a feral look you’ve never seen in those beautiful blue eyes of his. “spread out like a feast just for me, hm?” his hand slides up your inner thigh, his fingers skimming over your slick folds once more.

satoru watches, enraptured, as your back arches off the bed, your full breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. your pretty eyes flutter open and lock with his as you pant softly. “please, yes. . .” you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. “need you inside me. need to feel you filling me up, stretching me.”

satoru's cock throbs almost painfully at your lewd words to the point that pre-cum beads at the tip. fuck, the way you beg for him, the desperate hunger in your eyes. . . it drove him wild. with a low moan, the older man surges forward and captures your lips in another desperate kiss.

his hands make quick work of his own clothes, practically tearing them from his body in his haste to feel your bare skin against his own. satoru shrugs off his tailored shirt—not bothering with the buttons. he yanks at the strings of his sweatpants and lets the material slide off his shapely legs before tossing the clothing aside. in a matter of seconds, he is bare before you, his muscular body on full display. his impressive cock juts out, long, hard and thick.

“can't wait either, baby. need you so bad,” satoru swallows thickly. he's losing it slowly yet surely.

he reaches for a condom from the nightstand drawer, tearing open the foil packet with his teeth. he easily rolls the latex sheath over his throbbing dick, hissing at the sensation. he is so hard, so desperate to be inside you. he needs to feel and see you fall apart on his dick.

satoru settles between your spread thighs before tugging your panties down. he rips them in the process and you're surprised by the pure need in his actions. usually, he's a much more composed guy, patient and loving, but now he looks like he'll cry if he doesn't get to be intimate with you.

“ah, 'toru,” you whine as he teases you with his tip. the head of his cock nudges against your slick hole, not quite penetrating yet. “put it in, please—daddy.”

you know using that word will get you what you want. and it indeed did.

with a single, powerful thrust, satoru buries himself inside you to the hilt. “fuck! ungh, you feel incredible,” he rasps, his voice strained with pleasure. he starts to move almost instantly, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. the bed creaks beneath you and the headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.

he can't focus on anything else. except on the fact that he's trying his best not to cum on spot. with you calling him that godforsaken nickname that gets him pathetically turned on, and with the sight of you laying beautifully beneath him—it's so hard.

satoru's hips continue to snap forward, driving into you with deep thrusts. the room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin which is again punctuated by your ragged breaths and wanton moans.

“your cunt feels like heaven, princess,” your lover grunts, “so fuckin' tight and wet, like you were made for m’ dick.” he leans down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth. hs suckles hard, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he bites down gently, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through you.

you keen at the sensation, your fingers tangling in satoru's white hair. “ahh, yes! please don't stop, daddy!” you beg before wrapping your legs around his waist. the new angle allows him to drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust.

satoru can feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight. but he wants to feel you come undone first. he wants to watch you shatter in ecstasy, to hear you scream his name as you come apart on his cock. he reaches between your sweat-slicked bodies and his fingers find your clit. he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight circles. almost in time with the ways his hips move.

the moans you let out after that have satoru moaning in your ears. it's all too much for him. yet despite his overstimulation, he seeks more.

more of you.

suddenly, satoru pulls out, his slick cock emerging from your dripping cunt with a gush of fluid. he quickly sheds the condom, tying off the used latex before tossing it aside. his cock bobs against his stomach, the thick shaft flushed a deep, angry red. the slit of his tip is still weeping with pre-cum.

satoru looks down at you with a pleading expression. his adam's apple bobs in his throat almost nervously as he mentally prepares himself to ask you the question. “please,” he whimpers, his brows furrowed and eyes glassy with pure lust and desperation, “please, can i—can i go in raw?”

his voice cracks a little as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. the pathetic whimpers that leave his lips, the sudden switch in attitude, gets you weak. absolutely weak. you can't say no to that man when he acts like that.

your breath hitches and you feel yourself giving in instantly. you slowly nod and massage his scalp, causing him to look back up at you. “yes,” you swallow thickly before continuing, “wanna feel you-all of you—inside of me.”

satoru’s eyes flash with pure lust as he hears your agreement. with an almost feral grin, he grips your hips and drives forward, burying his thick, bare cock deep into your soaked pussy. a choked up moan tears from his throat at the exquisite sensation of your cunt gripping him like a fist.

“theeere we go,” satoru lets out a shaky breath. he squeezes his eyes shut and desperately buries his face into the crook of your neck. he’s trying so hard not to cum on spot.

he’s really trying his best. his hips are flush against yours and he’s not moving an inch. because if he does, he fears he will cum instantly. and hard.

your arms wrap around his shoulders. you can see faint dots swimming around in your vision because of how good and intimate this feels. your mind is blank and all your thoughts are about the man above you.

“daddy?” you whisper in that almost angelic voice again, “you okay?”

there it goes again. satoru’s cock twitches inside of you and he lets out a muffled moan right into your ear. he’s breathing heavily. his balls squeeze up tight as he hears the way you address him again. he can’t.

“fuck it,” the older man mumbles under his throat before he pulls back a little. just enough to look you in the face as he starts to thrust in and out of your cunt again. “hold onto me,” he adds with a grunt before he speeds up.

you let out a surprised gasp and tighten your hold onto him, your legs wrapping around his waist again. you so desperately hold on—feeling his dick hit all your right places.

the pace he sets is even faster than before. harder and deeper. your eyes widen and your nails dig across his muscular back, leaving red scratches behind on his milky skin.

“ohh! right there!” your tongue almost lolls out of your mouth, eyes rolling back as you feel the tip of his cock bump against that sweet spot inside of you. the one that has your toes curling and your body tensing.

satoru can feel every inch of you, every quiver and flutter around his plundering cock. he knows he hit the spot when your cunt is squeezing him so tightly it makes his entire body shudder. “yeah? right here, hm?” he coos as his hips saw in and out of you more desperately.

it’s pure ecstasy to him like this, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. he knows he will not last long like this, not with the way your greedy little cunt is sucking him in, trying to pull him even deeper.

“i’m going to cum, baby,” he warns between heavy breaths. drops of his sweat trickle onto your skin, his bangs sticking to his forehead. “can’t last any longer—mnnngh—your pussy feels too good.”

you can feel it too. that need to push yourself right over the edge, to feel that bliss wash over you. your body tenses and you nod frantically as you look up at satoru through your wet eyelashes.

“i-inside,” you whimper between breathy moans, voice almost drowned out by all the lewd squelchy noises coming from between your two bodies. “cum inside, please—please daddy.”

you didn’t need to tell him twice.

satoru’s head falls back and he slams his hips forward one more time. “y-you can’t just say that, fuuuuck,” he tries to get out between moans, hips stuttering and cock jerking as spurt after spurt of his thick cum floods your insides without warning.

“yes, yes, yes—give it to me. cum on daddy’s cock,” he groans as his orgasm triggers yours. your pussy spasms uncontrollably around his dick, milking him from all that he has stored in those heavy balls. your squeals of ecstasy, your moans in the shape of his name—it’s too much.

satoru’s dick twitches weakly as the last ropes of his cum nestle deep inside of your fertile womb, right where he wants it. right there, where his child can possibly grow. the images of you pregnant flash through his mind as he looks down at your fucked out form beneath him.

“. . . y’know, you’ll look so pretty pregnant,” he blurts out without even knowing it. he collapses on top of you with a blissful smile tugging at his lips. he hugs you to his chest before rolling you over so you’re on top of him.

his hands rub soothing circles on your back before massaging your sore hips and thighs. the older man can’t help but grind up against you, keeping his dick inside of your creampied cunt to keep his cum plugged up.

you hum tiredly, not having any energy to respond or say anything. your eyes are already drooping as you lay on top of your boyfriend, his warmth and affectionate touches after such an intense moment leaving you putty in his hands.

“rest up, princess,” satoru presses a kiss on top of your head, still grinning to himself.

he’s exactly where he wants to be. in his home, cuddling with a hot woman in his arms after getting his dick wet.

what else does he need in life?

[sttoru]

 𝝑𝑒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. calling your boyfriend ‘daddy’ for the first time has him actually losing it.

tags. dom olderbf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, fluff-ish. pwp-ish. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). daddy kink! p in v -> protected turns into unprotected. mention of potential pregnancy. creampǐe. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. not proof-read. wc: above 1k.

the air in the dimly lit bedroom is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires. satoru lounges on the king-sized bed, his lean yet muscular frame sprawled across the egyptian cotton sheets.

he watches you intently as you move around your shared bedroom, your curvy body draped in a silky robe that leaves little to the imagination. the sheer fabric clings to your curves which emphasizes the swell of your breasts and the dip of your waist.

satoru’s piercing blue eyes follow your every movement and his gaze is intense and hungry. he can feel the heat building in his groin, the familiar ache that always accompanies your presence. it is a constant battle—this need he has for you.

it’s a never-ending war between his desire to possess you completely and his desperate need to keep you safe from the darkest parts of himself. the one he tries to hide behind that charming façade of his.

he’s been fighting his true feelings for so long. he’s tried to resist, to keep you at arm’s length to prevent another heartbreak. to prevent another probability of someone in his life leaving him.

but in the end, he’s given in. taken you as his girlfriend even through everything. however even now, even with you standing before him, he can’t shake the feeling that you’re still slipping away from him. that at any moment, you can disappear, leaving him alone and empty.

it makes him feel possessive. extremely so.

satoru pushes himself up onto his elbows, his biceps flexing as he moves. “c’mere, baby,” he says, his voice low and rough with desire. “let me see you.”

you pause in your tracks, your eyes meeting his gaze. there is a flicker of something in them, a hint of hesitation. but then you take a step forward, and another, until you stand at the edge of the bed.

“yes?” you tilt your head, a questioning look in your gaze. you brush a few of his white hairs to the side, tucking them behind his ear gently, “something on your mind?”

satoru's heart raced as he reaches out before his large hand wraps around your wrist. he tugs you down onto the bed, his other arm snaking around your waist to pull you flush against his chest.

“mm well, it’s just that. . . y’ look really good, princess,” he murmurs in that sultry voice of his. his lips brush against the soft skin of your neck. he can feel the heat of you, the way your body melts against his own. it’s a feeling he’s come to crave—a sensation he needs more than air.

satoru's hand slides up your side, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast through the thin fabric. “’toru,” you gasp his name out softly as satoru’s fingers find your nipple. it's already stiff beneath the robe. your back arches slightly, pressing your tit further into his unexpected touch.

satoru’s breath hitches, his cock twitching in his pants as he feels you respond to him. he rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging gently, coaxing it to an even harder form.

his other hand slides down, over the curve of your ass, squeezing the firm globe possessively. he kneads the soft flesh, his fingers sinking into your skin as he holds you tight against him. satoru's hips rocked forward, grinding his hardening erection against your stomach. he is already so hard, so fucking desperate for you. it's a constant state with you. that all-consuming need that never seems to abate.

satoru's lips trail up your necjk and his teeth graze your jawline. he nips and sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. your breath comes faster, your chest heaving against his own. the older man can feel your heart racing, pounding in time with his own.

it’s a heady feeling knowing that he affects you this way. that he can make you feel this much simply by touching you.

"fuck, i want you," satoru lets out in a half whimper, half growl. “wanna feel you come apart in my arms, baby.”

he captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delves deep to claim every inch of you. he kisses you like a man starved, like you’re the air he needs to breathe.

his large hands roam your body, touching you everywhere, mapping out every dip and curve. he can’t get enough of you, can never touch you enough.

as you kiss, you feel satoru’s slender fingers slip beneath the hem of your robe, pushing the fabric up and over your thighs. you gasp into his mouth as his fingers find your clothed cunt, stroking through the slick folds. your lover groans, his cock throbbing at the feel of you. of course you’re already so wet and ready for him.

“daddy,” you whimper, the word slipping from your lips before you could stop it. it’s a name you’ve never called him before in bed, but in the heat of the moment, it felt right. it felt perfect.

satoru froze. his heart stops for a moment, your whispered word echoing in the charged air between you two.

daddy.

shit, the way it sounds falling from your kiss-swollen lips, your voice breathy and needy. it sends a jolt straight to his cock, his dick throbbing almost painfully against the confines of his sweatpants. he’s so fucking hard it hurts.

“fuck, princess,” satoru shudders, his voice ragged with lust and something else. something deeper and darker. "you want daddy to take care of you? want me to make you feel good? keheh, alright."

he puts an emphasis on the ‘daddy’, almost mockingly, as a teasing grin tugs at the corners of his lips. he will not be holding back; that’s for sure.

his fingers slide beneath your panties and inside your warm pussy, pumping steadily as his thumb circles your clit. that slip-up of yours only encouraged him to be more bold.

“mgh!” you buck against his hand, your hips undulating in an instinctive rhythm. satoru's heart races as he watches you—watches the pleasure play out across your face. your eyes flutter shut, your head tilting back as you lose yourself in the sensation.

“yes, ngh, daddy,” you whimper again, and this time satoru actually can’t hold back.

he surges forward, flipping your positions so that he hovers over you. he can feel the heat of you—the way your body trembles beneath him. he can see the desire in your eyes, the way they clung to him with a desperation that mirrored his own.

“shit, baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” your lover grunts, his voice low and rough with desire. “you’re mine, all mine. and i’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

with that, he crashes his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss. he swallows your cries of pleasure and drinks down down every gasp and moan like a man dying of thirst. his hands roam your body, touching you everywhere, claiming every inch of your soft skin.

the white haired man pushes your robe up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. he then sits back on his knees and takes in the sight of your naked body splayed out beneath him.

“look at you,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes dark with lust. a feral look you’ve never seen in those beautiful blue eyes of his. “spread out like a feast just for me, hm?” his hand slides up your inner thigh, his fingers skimming over your slick folds once more.

satoru watches, enraptured, as your back arches off the bed, your full breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. your pretty eyes flutter open and lock with his as you pant softly. “please, yes. . .” you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. “need you inside me. need to feel you filling me up, stretching me.”

satoru's cock throbs almost painfully at your lewd words to the point that pre-cum beads at the tip. fuck, the way you beg for him, the desperate hunger in your eyes. . . it drove him wild. with a low moan, the older man surges forward and captures your lips in another desperate kiss.

his hands make quick work of his own clothes, practically tearing them from his body in his haste to feel your bare skin against his own. satoru shrugs off his tailored shirt—not bothering with the buttons. he yanks at the strings of his sweatpants and lets the material slide off his shapely legs before tossing the clothing aside. in a matter of seconds, he is bare before you, his muscular body on full display. his impressive cock juts out, long, hard and thick.

“can't wait either, baby. need you so bad,” satoru swallows thickly. he's losing it slowly yet surely.

he reaches for a condom from the nightstand drawer, tearing open the foil packet with his teeth. he easily rolls the latex sheath over his throbbing dick, hissing at the sensation. he is so hard, so desperate to be inside you. he needs to feel and see you fall apart on his dick.

satoru settles between your spread thighs before tugging your panties down. he rips them in the process and you're surprised by the pure need in his actions. usually, he's a much more composed guy, patient and loving, but now he looks like he'll cry if he doesn't get to be intimate with you.

“ah, 'toru,” you whine as he teases you with his tip. the head of his cock nudges against your slick hole, not quite penetrating yet. “put it in, please—daddy.”

you know using that word will get you what you want. and it indeed did.

with a single, powerful thrust, satoru buries himself inside you to the hilt. “fuck! ungh, you feel incredible,” he rasps, his voice strained with pleasure. he starts to move almost instantly, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. the bed creaks beneath you and the headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.

he can't focus on anything else. except on the fact that he's trying his best not to cum on spot. with you calling him that godforsaken nickname that gets him pathetically turned on, and with the sight of you laying beautifully beneath him—it's so hard.

satoru's hips continue to snap forward, driving into you with deep thrusts. the room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin which is again punctuated by your ragged breaths and wanton moans.

“your cunt feels like heaven, princess,” your lover grunts, “so fuckin' tight and wet, like you were made for m’ dick.” he leans down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth. hs suckles hard, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he bites down gently, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through you.

you keen at the sensation, your fingers tangling in satoru's white hair. “ahh, yes! please don't stop, daddy!” you beg before wrapping your legs around his waist. the new angle allows him to drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust.

satoru can feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight. but he wants to feel you come undone first. he wants to watch you shatter in ecstasy, to hear you scream his name as you come apart on his cock. he reaches between your sweat-slicked bodies and his fingers find your clit. he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight circles. almost in time with the ways his hips move.

the moans you let out after that have satoru moaning in your ears. it's all too much for him. yet despite his overstimulation, he seeks more.

more of you.

suddenly, satoru pulls out, his slick cock emerging from your dripping cunt with a gush of fluid. he quickly sheds the condom, tying off the used latex before tossing it aside. his cock bobs against his stomach, the thick shaft flushed a deep, angry red. the slit of his tip is still weeping with pre-cum.

satoru looks down at you with a pleading expression. his adam's apple bobs in his throat almost nervously as he mentally prepares himself to ask you the question. “please,” he whimpers, his brows furrowed and eyes glassy with pure lust and desperation, “please, can i—can i go in raw?”

his voice cracks a little as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. the pathetic whimpers that leave his lips, the sudden switch in attitude, gets you weak. absolutely weak. you can't say no to that man when he acts like that.

your breath hitches and you feel yourself giving in instantly. you slowly nod and massage his scalp, causing him to look back up at you. “yes,” you swallow thickly before continuing, “wanna feel you-all of you—inside of me.”

satoru’s eyes flash with pure lust as he hears your agreement. with an almost feral grin, he grips your hips and drives forward, burying his thick, bare cock deep into your soaked pussy. a choked up moan tears from his throat at the exquisite sensation of your cunt gripping him like a fist.

“theeere we go,” satoru lets out a shaky breath. he squeezes his eyes shut and desperately buries his face into the crook of your neck. he’s trying so hard not to cum on spot.

he’s really trying his best. his hips are flush against yours and he’s not moving an inch. because if he does, he fears he will cum instantly. and hard.

your arms wrap around his shoulders. you can see faint dots swimming around in your vision because of how good and intimate this feels. your mind is blank and all your thoughts are about the man above you.

“daddy?” you whisper in that almost angelic voice again, “you okay?”

there it goes again. satoru’s cock twitches inside of you and he lets out a muffled moan right into your ear. he���s breathing heavily. his balls squeeze up tight as he hears the way you address him again. he can’t.

“fuck it,” the older man mumbles under his throat before he pulls back a little. just enough to look you in the face as he starts to thrust in and out of your cunt again. “hold onto me,” he adds with a grunt before he speeds up.

you let out a surprised gasp and tighten your hold onto him, your legs wrapping around his waist again. you so desperately hold on—feeling his dick hit all your right places.

the pace he sets is even faster than before. harder and deeper. your eyes widen and your nails dig across his muscular back, leaving red scratches behind on his milky skin.

“ohh! right there!” your tongue almost lolls out of your mouth, eyes rolling back as you feel the tip of his cock bump against that sweet spot inside of you. the one that has your toes curling and your body tensing.

satoru can feel every inch of you, every quiver and flutter around his plundering cock. he knows he hit the spot when your cunt is squeezing him so tightly it makes his entire body shudder. “yeah? right here, hm?” he coos as his hips saw in and out of you more desperately.

it’s pure ecstasy to him like this, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. he knows he will not last long like this, not with the way your greedy little cunt is sucking him in, trying to pull him even deeper.

“i’m going to cum, baby,” he warns between heavy breaths. drops of his sweat trickle onto your skin, his bangs sticking to his forehead. “can’t last any longer—mnnngh—your pussy feels too good.”

you can feel it too. that need to push yourself right over the edge, to feel that bliss wash over you. your body tenses and you nod frantically as you look up at satoru through your wet eyelashes.

“i-inside,” you whimper between breathy moans, voice almost drowned out by all the lewd squelchy noises coming from between your two bodies. “cum inside, please—please daddy.”

you didn’t need to tell him twice.

satoru’s head falls back and he slams his hips forward one more time. “y-you can’t just say that, fuuuuck,” he tries to get out between moans, hips stuttering and cock jerking as spurt after spurt of his thick cum floods your insides without warning.

“yes, yes, yes—give it to me. cum on daddy’s cock,” he groans as his orgasm triggers yours. your pussy spasms uncontrollably around his dick, milking him from all that he has stored in those heavy balls. your squeals of ecstasy, your moans in the shape of his name—it’s too much.

satoru’s dick twitches weakly as the last ropes of his cum nestle deep inside of your fertile womb, right where he wants it. right there, where his child can possibly grow. the images of you pregnant flash through his mind as he looks down at your fucked out form beneath him.

“. . . y’know, you’ll look so pretty pregnant,” he blurts out without even knowing it. he collapses on top of you with a blissful smile tugging at his lips. he hugs you to his chest before rolling you over so you’re on top of him.

his hands rub soothing circles on your back before massaging your sore hips and thighs. the older man can’t help but grind up against you, keeping his dick inside of your creampied cunt to keep his cum plugged up.

you hum tiredly, not having any energy to respond or say anything. your eyes are already drooping as you lay on top of your boyfriend, his warmth and affectionate touches after such an intense moment leaving you putty in his hands.

“rest up, princess,” satoru presses a kiss on top of your head, still grinning to himself.

he’s exactly where he wants to be. in his home, cuddling with a hot woman in his arms after getting his dick wet.

what else does he need in life?

[sttoru]

came in to say i forgot how to write so dont mind my recent fic,,, its all over the place 🙏

[sttoru]

 𝝑𝑒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. calling your boyfriend ‘daddy’ for the first time has him actually losing it.

tags. dom olderbf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, fluff-ish. pwp-ish. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). daddy kink! p in v -> protected turns into unprotected. mention of potential pregnancy. creampǐe. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. not proof-read. wc: above 1k.

the air in the dimly lit bedroom is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires. satoru lounges on the king-sized bed, his lean yet muscular frame sprawled across the egyptian cotton sheets.

he watches you intently as you move around your shared bedroom, your curvy body draped in a silky robe that leaves little to the imagination. the sheer fabric clings to your curves which emphasizes the swell of your breasts and the dip of your waist.

satoru’s piercing blue eyes follow your every movement and his gaze is intense and hungry. he can feel the heat building in his groin, the familiar ache that always accompanies your presence. it is a constant battle—this need he has for you.

it’s a never-ending war between his desire to possess you completely and his desperate need to keep you safe from the darkest parts of himself. the one he tries to hide behind that charming façade of his.

he’s been fighting his true feelings for so long. he’s tried to resist, to keep you at arm’s length to prevent another heartbreak. to prevent another probability of someone in his life leaving him.

but in the end, he’s given in. taken you as his girlfriend even through everything. however even now, even with you standing before him, he can’t shake the feeling that you’re still slipping away from him. that at any moment, you can disappear, leaving him alone and empty.

it makes him feel possessive. extremely so.

satoru pushes himself up onto his elbows, his biceps flexing as he moves. “c’mere, baby,” he says, his voice low and rough with desire. “let me see you.”

you pause in your tracks, your eyes meeting his gaze. there is a flicker of something in them, a hint of hesitation. but then you take a step forward, and another, until you stand at the edge of the bed.

“yes?” you tilt your head, a questioning look in your gaze. you brush a few of his white hairs to the side, tucking them behind his ear gently, “something on your mind?”

satoru's heart raced as he reaches out before his large hand wraps around your wrist. he tugs you down onto the bed, his other arm snaking around your waist to pull you flush against his chest.

“mm well, it’s just that. . . y’ look really good, princess,” he murmurs in that sultry voice of his. his lips brush against the soft skin of your neck. he can feel the heat of you, the way your body melts against his own. it’s a feeling he’s come to crave—a sensation he needs more than air.

satoru's hand slides up your side, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast through the thin fabric. “’toru,” you gasp his name out softly as satoru’s fingers find your nipple. it's already stiff beneath the robe. your back arches slightly, pressing your tit further into his unexpected touch.

satoru’s breath hitches, his cock twitching in his pants as he feels you respond to him. he rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging gently, coaxing it to an even harder form.

his other hand slides down, over the curve of your ass, squeezing the firm globe possessively. he kneads the soft flesh, his fingers sinking into your skin as he holds you tight against him. satoru's hips rocked forward, grinding his hardening erection against your stomach. he is already so hard, so fucking desperate for you. it's a constant state with you. that all-consuming need that never seems to abate.

satoru's lips trail up your necjk and his teeth graze your jawline. he nips and sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. your breath comes faster, your chest heaving against his own. the older man can feel your heart racing, pounding in time with his own.

it’s a heady feeling knowing that he affects you this way. that he can make you feel this much simply by touching you.

"fuck, i want you," satoru lets out in a half whimper, half growl. “wanna feel you come apart in my arms, baby.”

he captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delves deep to claim every inch of you. he kisses you like a man starved, like you’re the air he needs to breathe.

his large hands roam your body, touching you everywhere, mapping out every dip and curve. he can’t get enough of you, can never touch you enough.

as you kiss, you feel satoru’s slender fingers slip beneath the hem of your robe, pushing the fabric up and over your thighs. you gasp into his mouth as his fingers find your clothed cunt, stroking through the slick folds. your lover groans, his cock throbbing at the feel of you. of course you’re already so wet and ready for him.

“daddy,” you whimper, the word slipping from your lips before you could stop it. it’s a name you’ve never called him before in bed, but in the heat of the moment, it felt right. it felt perfect.

satoru froze. his heart stops for a moment, your whispered word echoing in the charged air between you two.

daddy.

shit, the way it sounds falling from your kiss-swollen lips, your voice breathy and needy. it sends a jolt straight to his cock, his dick throbbing almost painfully against the confines of his sweatpants. he’s so fucking hard it hurts.

“fuck, princess,” satoru shudders, his voice ragged with lust and something else. something deeper and darker. "you want daddy to take care of you? want me to make you feel good? keheh, alright."

he puts an emphasis on the ‘daddy’, almost mockingly, as a teasing grin tugs at the corners of his lips. he will not be holding back; that’s for sure.

his fingers slide beneath your panties and inside your warm pussy, pumping steadily as his thumb circles your clit. that slip-up of yours only encouraged him to be more bold.

“mgh!” you buck against his hand, your hips undulating in an instinctive rhythm. satoru's heart races as he watches you—watches the pleasure play out across your face. your eyes flutter shut, your head tilting back as you lose yourself in the sensation.

“yes, ngh, daddy,” you whimper again, and this time satoru actually can’t hold back.

he surges forward, flipping your positions so that he hovers over you. he can feel the heat of you—the way your body trembles beneath him. he can see the desire in your eyes, the way they clung to him with a desperation that mirrored his own.

“shit, baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” your lover grunts, his voice low and rough with desire. “you’re mine, all mine. and i’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

with that, he crashes his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss. he swallows your cries of pleasure and drinks down down every gasp and moan like a man dying of thirst. his hands roam your body, touching you everywhere, claiming every inch of your soft skin.

the white haired man pushes your robe up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. he then sits back on his knees and takes in the sight of your naked body splayed out beneath him.

“look at you,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, his eyes dark with lust. a feral look you’ve never seen in those beautiful blue eyes of his. “spread out like a feast just for me, hm?” his hand slides up your inner thigh, his fingers skimming over your slick folds once more.

satoru watches, enraptured, as your back arches off the bed, your full breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. your pretty eyes flutter open and lock with his as you pant softly. “please, yes. . .” you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. “need you inside me. need to feel you filling me up, stretching me.”

satoru's cock throbs almost painfully at your lewd words to the point that pre-cum beads at the tip. fuck, the way you beg for him, the desperate hunger in your eyes. . . it drove him wild. with a low moan, the older man surges forward and captures your lips in another desperate kiss.

his hands make quick work of his own clothes, practically tearing them from his body in his haste to feel your bare skin against his own. satoru shrugs off his tailored shirt—not bothering with the buttons. he yanks at the strings of his sweatpants and lets the material slide off his shapely legs before tossing the clothing aside. in a matter of seconds, he is bare before you, his muscular body on full display. his impressive cock juts out, long, hard and thick.

“can't wait either, baby. need you so bad,” satoru swallows thickly. he's losing it slowly yet surely.

he reaches for a condom from the nightstand drawer, tearing open the foil packet with his teeth. he easily rolls the latex sheath over his throbbing dick, hissing at the sensation. he is so hard, so desperate to be inside you. he needs to feel and see you fall apart on his dick.

satoru settles between your spread thighs before tugging your panties down. he rips them in the process and you're surprised by the pure need in his actions. usually, he's a much more composed guy, patient and loving, but now he looks like he'll cry if he doesn't get to be intimate with you.

“ah, 'toru,” you whine as he teases you with his tip. the head of his cock nudges against your slick hole, not quite penetrating yet. “put it in, please—daddy.”

you know using that word will get you what you want. and it indeed did.

with a single, powerful thrust, satoru buries himself inside you to the hilt. “fuck! ungh, you feel incredible,” he rasps, his voice strained with pleasure. he starts to move almost instantly, his hips rocking against yours in a steady rhythm. the bed creaks beneath you and the headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.

he can't focus on anything else. except on the fact that he's trying his best not to cum on spot. with you calling him that godforsaken nickname that gets him pathetically turned on, and with the sight of you laying beautifully beneath him—it's so hard.

satoru's hips continue to snap forward, driving into you with deep thrusts. the room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin which is again punctuated by your ragged breaths and wanton moans.

“your cunt feels like heaven, princess,” your lover grunts, “so fuckin' tight and wet, like you were made for m’ dick.” he leans down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth. hs suckles hard, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he bites down gently, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through you.

you keen at the sensation, your fingers tangling in satoru's white hair. “ahh, yes! please don't stop, daddy!” you beg before wrapping your legs around his waist. the new angle allows him to drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust.

satoru can feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight. but he wants to feel you come undone first. he wants to watch you shatter in ecstasy, to hear you scream his name as you come apart on his cock. he reaches between your sweat-slicked bodies and his fingers find your clit. he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight circles. almost in time with the ways his hips move.

the moans you let out after that have satoru moaning in your ears. it's all too much for him. yet despite his overstimulation, he seeks more.

more of you.

suddenly, satoru pulls out, his slick cock emerging from your dripping cunt with a gush of fluid. he quickly sheds the condom, tying off the used latex before tossing it aside. his cock bobs against his stomach, the thick shaft flushed a deep, angry red. the slit of his tip is still weeping with pre-cum.

satoru looks down at you with a pleading expression. his adam's apple bobs in his throat almost nervously as he mentally prepares himself to ask you the question. “please,” he whimpers, his brows furrowed and eyes glassy with pure lust and desperation, “please, can i—can i go in raw?”

his voice cracks a little as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. the pathetic whimpers that leave his lips, the sudden switch in attitude, gets you weak. absolutely weak. you can't say no to that man when he acts like that.

your breath hitches and you feel yourself giving in instantly. you slowly nod and massage his scalp, causing him to look back up at you. “yes,” you swallow thickly before continuing, “wanna feel you-all of you—inside of me.”

satoru’s eyes flash with pure lust as he hears your agreement. with an almost feral grin, he grips your hips and drives forward, burying his thick, bare cock deep into your soaked pussy. a choked up moan tears from his throat at the exquisite sensation of your cunt gripping him like a fist.

“theeere we go,” satoru lets out a shaky breath. he squeezes his eyes shut and desperately buries his face into the crook of your neck. he’s trying so hard not to cum on spot.

he’s really trying his best. his hips are flush against yours and he’s not moving an inch. because if he does, he fears he will cum instantly. and hard.

your arms wrap around his shoulders. you can see faint dots swimming around in your vision because of how good and intimate this feels. your mind is blank and all your thoughts are about the man above you.

“daddy?” you whisper in that almost angelic voice again, “you okay?”

there it goes again. satoru’s cock twitches inside of you and he lets out a muffled moan right into your ear. he’s breathing heavily. his balls squeeze up tight as he hears the way you address him again. he can’t.

“fuck it,” the older man mumbles under his throat before he pulls back a little. just enough to look you in the face as he starts to thrust in and out of your cunt again. “hold onto me,” he adds with a grunt before he speeds up.

you let out a surprised gasp and tighten your hold onto him, your legs wrapping around his waist again. you so desperately hold on—feeling his dick hit all your right places.

the pace he sets is even faster than before. harder and deeper. your eyes widen and your nails dig across his muscular back, leaving red scratches behind on his milky skin.

“ohh! right there!” your tongue almost lolls out of your mouth, eyes rolling back as you feel the tip of his cock bump against that sweet spot inside of you. the one that has your toes curling and your body tensing.

satoru can feel every inch of you, every quiver and flutter around his plundering cock. he knows he hit the spot when your cunt is squeezing him so tightly it makes his entire body shudder. “yeah? right here, hm?” he coos as his hips saw in and out of you more desperately.

it’s pure ecstasy to him like this, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. he knows he will not last long like this, not with the way your greedy little cunt is sucking him in, trying to pull him even deeper.

“i’m going to cum, baby,” he warns between heavy breaths. drops of his sweat trickle onto your skin, his bangs sticking to his forehead. “can’t last any longer—mnnngh—your pussy feels too good.”

you can feel it too. that need to push yourself right over the edge, to feel that bliss wash over you. your body tenses and you nod frantically as you look up at satoru through your wet eyelashes.

“i-inside,” you whimper between breathy moans, voice almost drowned out by all the lewd squelchy noises coming from between your two bodies. “cum inside, please—please daddy.”

you didn’t need to tell him twice.

satoru’s head falls back and he slams his hips forward one more time. “y-you can’t just say that, fuuuuck,” he tries to get out between moans, hips stuttering and cock jerking as spurt after spurt of his thick cum floods your insides without warning.

“yes, yes, yes—give it to me. cum on daddy’s cock,” he groans as his orgasm triggers yours. your pussy spasms uncontrollably around his dick, milking him from all that he has stored in those heavy balls. your squeals of ecstasy, your moans in the shape of his name—it’s too much.

satoru’s dick twitches weakly as the last ropes of his cum nestle deep inside of your fertile womb, right where he wants it. right there, where his child can possibly grow. the images of you pregnant flash through his mind as he looks down at your fucked out form beneath him.

“. . . y’know, you’ll look so pretty pregnant,” he blurts out without even knowing it. he collapses on top of you with a blissful smile tugging at his lips. he hugs you to his chest before rolling you over so you’re on top of him.

his hands rub soothing circles on your back before massaging your sore hips and thighs. the older man can’t help but grind up against you, keeping his dick inside of your creampied cunt to keep his cum plugged up.

you hum tiredly, not having any energy to respond or say anything. your eyes are already drooping as you lay on top of your boyfriend, his warmth and affectionate touches after such an intense moment leaving you putty in his hands.

“rest up, princess,” satoru presses a kiss on top of your head, still grinning to himself.

he’s exactly where he wants to be. in his home, cuddling with a hot woman in his arms after getting his dick wet.

what else does he need in life?

[sttoru]

hey babe, are you okay?

i’m alive

quick update: things happened & i’m really busy so i havent had the chance to be on here in the past almost three weeks ! also, to be honest, i have had zero motivation and kinda fell out of my jjk phase LOL . ☹️

i really cannot find the joy i used to have while writing and forcing myself to do so only worsens my mood i noticed. i cannot complain about the notes i get on my fics, but the interactions are really just dry. they r not as they used to and the lack of community on this blog just demotivates me 🙏 my inbox is filled with only requests & i only have 2 msgs of something else. which is also the reason why i lack motivation to be on this app anymore. it’s draining to force myself to write just to put something out there for people who will just like it and move on. maybe i’ll move to ao3 or another platform. or i’ll move to another account again idk what im gonna do

anyway, that is all why i won’t be as active as i used to on here. i’ll only be on here to post unfinished drafts / new fics if i have them or are in the mood to. maybe i’ll fall back into my jjk phase again later idk! but yeah, thank you for ur support & take care :) 🩷

(p.s this is also your reminder to go and interact with your favorite writers. it makes their day much better.)

[sttoru]

overheating

[sttoru]

master katara is finally rendered!!🌊🌊

[sttoru]

higuruma nanami helpin you at work

[sttoru]

Finished this around 2 weeks ago but I've been slacking on posting. I love the mouth on his stomach it's so cool

[sttoru]

hottest thing a guy can be is a simp. just. a loser. a spineless fool. a total wet wipe of a man.

[sttoru]

I kinda like his fashion sense

[sttoru]

successor of an old piece

[sttoru]

҉ ⁀➷ 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑩𝑩𝑼

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: BLOSSOM ESCAPE

[sttoru]

my favourite emo🤭

i already posted this on ig but i should post here too. anyway love u