"Do you think we would ever have a baby?" you mumbled, words pressed against the material of Satoru's thick sweatshirt.

The hand on your head paused its motion through your hair. "Do you want a baby?" Satoru carefully asked.

You hummed, the throes of sleep tugging on each of your senses. Satoru had plucked you from your office downstairs only minutes ago, the all-nighter you had pulled making you delirious and hardly effective in your work.

"Maybe," you relented. "I think if it looked like you."

"I think my baby's a little tired," he teased, moving his hand down to rub circles in your back.

"Not any more than you. You never sleep."

Lips met your hairline, pressing several kisses across your skin. His actions worked in tandem to lull you to sleep, a tactic that always worked—one he had honed over the many years of your relationship.

"Deflecting," you accused.

Satoru breathed a barely-there laugh close to your skin. "I don't hear you complaining."

He kept going, interwining his legs with yours on the bed. His hands shifted from your back, along the skin of your arms, to your head, a clock somewhere in the room making your eyes droop further.

choso's thrusts and his facial expressions spoke to you in completely differently ways.

his thrusts were mean and rough. the head of his cock kissing your sweet spot every time without fail making you moan his name loudly, tears forming on your lash line and drool to escaping past your lips. his hips meeting yours in brutal fast paces, the wet squelching of your pussy as your walls were clenching down on him making your stomach swirl and your orgasm to creep up for the nth time that night.

but choso's expression was another case. brows knotted together, lips swollen from being bitten and all the rough kissing, the his front hairs sticking to his sweaty forehead, the soft blush spread all over his cheeks and ears makes him look all so desperate.

choso's babbling nonsense into your ears. needy whines and whimpers escaping his throat as he looked down at you with teary half-lidded eyes, asking you, begging you for him to release once more.

"it feels so good -haah- can i cum? can i -hnngh- cum inside of you, please...i promise to be a good boy. the bestest boy just please let me cum-ah",

and who are you to deny a request from your loving boyfriend as he's loudly professing his love for you through his words and his hip shattering thrusts as the bed cries form the sheer force.