Mm, Sanzu Hums As He Crawls Into Bed, The Pink Sheets You Chose When You Moved In With Him Gathering

“mm,” sanzu hums as he crawls into bed, the pink sheets you chose when you moved in with him gathering around his knees as he dips into bed.

“missed you, haru.” you whisper sleepily and sanzu kisses your forehead.

“i missed baby too,” he wraps his arms around your figure before you’re starting again.

“busy day?” he nods and you tuck your head into his chest more

he knew you would understand. only you would understand. his girl. his good girl.

i think takashi mitsuya is a silent lover. he prefers actions over words, and being around you in quiet rather than going out to the bustling streets of shibuya. mitsuya doesn't talk often, he observes those who he is around, if he chooses to be around such people other than you, he likes it, listening.

you two don't have to speak in words to communicate; a shoulder massage and light neck kiss can tell you all you'd like to know about how he's feeling. the glances you two share while making a meal, or watching a show, are enough, you and him think.

within intimate moments you can confirm the atmosphere is similar, how he'll walk in the door from work, and immediately you'll appear from the living room to hug him. he buries his face in your neck, into your hoodie, well his, but after a few months of living with each other, the line between his wardrobe and your wardrobe is lost. after he sets his bag down, he heads to the bedroom to get comfortable, and you follow along behind him.

you always thought he looked good, no matter what; lounging, back from work, tired, he could do it all.

while loosening his tie he turns to look at you and smiles softly before taking it completely off and pacing slow steps toward where you're standing so he can press his lips to yours. he doesn't kiss you immediately, though; he prefers to savor the few moments he has before you two go through with it, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. he likes to examine the slight needy look on your face, trying to lean into his, but you find him to be just out of your grasp.

he resolves his teasing when he sees that look on your face turn into something more noticeable than it already is, and he finally leans in to lock his lips with yours repeatedly.

the only sound you can hear in the apartment is the occasional rain patter on the windows and the sound of dogs barking from down below. every day you mentally thank both mitsuya and yourself for choosing to move into a place high up.

your moans are soft as mitsuya continues his slow but steady pace on your clit, he's kissing your neck over and over as his hand moves in your underwear. he's focused, as focused as you can be when the absolute love of your life is making it known so clear that you're making them feel amazing.

he pauses the kisses on your neck to look into your eyes and his hand's pace isn't faltering, instead derived from the heightening reactions you're giving, he quickens his pace, bringing you to the very edge.

just as you think you're about to finish, he stops, and you let out a faint whine at the loss of contact. he shifts his position on top of you, slowly tugging your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs. he looks so handsome like this, you think, no, you know; you take in the way he looks so eager to touch you, yet restrains himself to drag out your pleasure to the max.

he removes his boxers, pants already discarded the side by the time he got into your shared room, and before you know it he's lining himself up with your folds.

a silent nod of approval is exchanged between both of you, and he starts pushing in slowly. you whine slightly louder than usual at the dull pain when he's all the way inside, and he smiles a little.

a few moments pass before he starts to move, slowly thrusting in and out of your wetness. the dull ache transitions into pleasure, and he can tell you're starting to enjoy yourself even more.

mitsuya reaches his hands down in between your bodies to rub at your clit once again. his eyes are looking into yours when he picks up his pace on both his hand and his hips. as your breath starts to shallow, his becomes heavier, and you can hear the quiet deep moans he's producing as he goes faster.

he can tell you're almost there, by the way your moans start to become more audible, more frequent, the way you look up at him while slightly biting your lip, then you begin to say a sentence.

"i love you so much,"

mitsuya had heard the sentence come out of your mouth multiple times before, but for some reason, this time felt different. this time, when you said it, the tone of your voice had become a little more emotional, a little more soft. sure, you always meant it whenever you said it to him, you couldn't recall a single time where you didn't mean that specific sentence.

a few seconds after that moment, when everything is at its peak, and you are too, his hips still and his breathing slows while painting your walls, his face is red, hands tangled in your hair, with a loving smile on his face.

the best moments like these happen in silence, you can both agree.

oliver who has the most insane breeding kink.

he discovered it one day while you two were having sex. you practically begged him to cum inside you and ever since he’s been obsessed with doing it every single time. he loves the way you whimper when his thick cum seeps into your womb, making your pussy feel nice and warm afterwards. he would love the idea of you being pregnant too. nice and round with his baby just sets him off and he fucking loves it.

if he’s feeling bold, he’ll watch it slip out of your cunt in globs sometimes because he just gets going whenever you beg for him. other times, he’ll cockwarm you to make sure none of it can escape, because he doesn’t want you to miss out on that delicious feeling. he just can’t get enough :( and your pretty voice egging him on doesn’t help to that desire in his gut.

“want my cum, baby? yeah? this pussy is callin’ for me, huh, princess? i’ll give you my whole load, don’t you worry..”

look at the baby!🥺

just dilf!toji who gets real smug when you call him ‘daddy’ by accident while you’re riding him. he’s gripping your hips firmly when you slip it out of your mouth— in a whiney shaky voice and he lets off a raspy chuckle. “. . . hmmm now? what’d you jus’ call me, baby?” you‘re still bouncing against his lap, his tip grazing against your sweet spot— feeling your cute leg twitch from each jolt, stretching you so good your mouth cant help but hang open just a little bit as you hid your face into his neck. “said… ‘m close… toji…” you whimpered, your voice all shaky from the constant hits and taps against your core. “nah. that’s not what ya said,” he purrs in a low voice, snaking an arm around your waist— gripping your hips to create an even more thorough angle, dragging out a long moan from you. “go ahead and repeat it for me. in that sweet lil voice of yours too, baby.” your weight against toji‘s hips slightly shifted against his lap— in an almost circle before you’re nearly babbling from how good and deep he’s reaching you from each thrust, sobbing out a needy, “i-i’m close…. daddy.” a tiny grunt leaves toji’s lips as he holds you, feeling his rough fingertips trail up your spine before he speaks in a gruff gravelly tone. “aww. good girl,” he hums against your ear— bringing a tiny kiss towards your cheek, your legs nearly collapsing from the sheer skin slapping that’s repeatedly dancing against your core. “so cute. let go just for daddy, princess.”