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I’ve been staring at him for so long that I feel pregnant

ききふく; kikifuku

warning; minors dni, f!oral, food, fingering

you would most definitely be satoru’s nara smith. knowing his love for sweets you would take time to prep things overnight, take mental notes of the times he wanted sweets in middle of the night and waking up extra early to make them for him. as annoying as he was sometimes, you loved your man and you loved to show it in little ways.

spending your day off attempting to make one of his favorites, kikifuku. flour dusting your apron and fingers as you kneeded the delicate rice dough. or when you were meal prepping his food for the week you would surprise him with a new sweet treat each week. - for my handsome sugar monster <3

“pssst. wake up toruuuu!” you poked his cheeks as you straddled him, littering kisses on his bare chest.

his pretty lashes fluttered as his cerulean eyes adjusted to the light around him. his nose catching a whiff of the breakfast you made for him, a lazy smile painting his face.

“mmm, what smells so good?” his voice raspy with sleep, a lazy hand cupping your waist.

“your favorite, but you can have it in bed if you want.” you said pointing to the plate you made for him on the nightstand.

he stretched under you, his toned body flexing in the sheets, before reluctantly pushing himself up on the headboard. “you spoil me, you know that?” he murmured as his fingers lazily traced the lace of your panties.

“somebody has to do it,” you teased as you extended your arm to grab the plate but he stopped you, “not yet,” he mumbled, those pretty eyes playfully stalking your figure.

you tilt your head and raise a brow at him , “not yet? toru, your breakfast is gonna get cold—“

“let me enjoy you first,” he interrupted , his grin turning mischievous as his hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer. “i mean, you went through all this trouble just to wake me up like this. it’d be rude if i didn’t say thank you properly.”

you huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but the way his hands roamed your waist and his lips grazed the edge of your jaw made your resolve crumble.

“ughhhhhh your so irritating,” you muttered, though your voice was already softer

“you don’t believe that ,” he teased, his grin widening as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. the plate of breakfast long forgotten and his focus was solely on you. his hands sliding under his shirt that you were wearing, fingertips grazing your nipples with his cold hands making you shiver.

“i spent all morning making that, you know,” you moaned between kisses, though you made no move to stop him.

“and i’ll eat it… later,” he promised, his voice low, lips brushing against the sensitive spot below your ear. “right now, i need dessert first.”

in one swift movement he had you on your back, plush thighs between his face as his thumb drew lazy circles against your clit through your damp panties.

you squirmed under him, already sensitive from the way his lips and tongue trailed over your body, but the glint in his eyes made your stomach flip.

“stop squirmin,” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot as it fanned over your inner thigh. “lemme eat this pretty pussy.”

your hands gripped the sheets as his lips pressed teasing kisses along the sensitive skin, inching closer but deliberately avoiding where you needed him most.

“toruu i hate when you tease,” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face, trying to hide how needy you were.

“be patient sweetheart ,” he teased, his voice muffled as his lips pressed against the damp fabric of your panties.

his fingers hooked the lace, sliding it down and tossing it aside without a second thought. he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of your dripping cunt he knew all too well. tongue gliding over his bottom lip seeing your cute mound stare back at him.

“god, you’re perfect,” he muttered, and the heat in his voice made your toes curl.

before you could respond, his mouth was on you, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes against your clit that made your back arch.

“toru!” your voice came out in a breathless moan, your fingers threading through his hair as he buried himself deeper.

his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as his tongue worked you over, the occasional bump of his nose making you jolt.

“you taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he murmured between strokes, his voice low as it send vibrations through your core.

the coil in your stomach tightened with every flick of his tongue, and when he slid his finger into you, the loud moan that tore through your throat was music to his ears.

“toru—”

“that’s my name don’t wear it out.” he groaned, as he added another finger, stretching you in ways that made you see stars.

your body trembled and the buildup was too much to handle. and when he latched onto that sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently, you came undone with a cry of his name.

he didn’t stop, tongue lapping at your sweet nectar until your body was twitching from overstimulation and your breaths came in short, desperate pants.

“breakfast can wait,” he said crawling up to kiss you, his lips glistening with the evidence of his work. “you’re all I need right now.”

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