fabi ❤︎

satoru is sprawled on his bed in a loose t-shirt and plain boxers, hair tousled and glasses slightly askew. a controller in hand while some game played on the tv screen. he looks up casually, ready to make some joke about how long you took.

“hey what-"

the words die in his throat. he freezes before slowly sitting up and setting the controller aside. “baby when did you—um…”

you do a cute little twirl, slowly stepping out of your shyness. “well?”

his eyes follow your movement, mouth parting as if he’s about to drool. “wow that—that looks so cute on you...you're so pretty.” his voice cracks slightly, his cheeks flush, like he can’t believe he just said that out loud.

"hehe, you think so?" you feel a surge of confidence and make your way over to him. teasingly playing with one of the straps on your bra and grinning, “i've been saving it for a while.”

you notice he shifts uncomfortably a little, avoiding your gaze. you pause and look of worry replaces your smile. “what is it?”

"sorry i'm just...you're just so pretty. i don’t know what to do.”

your eyes drift down, following the line of his body. the obvious bulge straining against his boxers answers your question before he can. your cheeks warm and the teasing confidence from a moment ago flickers, replaced by something softer.

“oh."

"toruuu…you really like it, huh?”

he can’t even look you in the eyes. just gives a small, jerky nod, ears burning red. you step closer, climbing into the bed to sit next to him. his eyes widen as you settle beside him, your hand finding his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands. you tug gently and his eyes flutter.

you press a soft kiss to his temple, cheekbone, and finally to his lips. he can’t help but whimper into the kiss. “do you want me to help you, toru?”

he swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. “please, mommy.”

you let out a surprised giggle at the word. you swing a leg over his lap, straddling him. his hands find your waist immediately, pulling you into him so you don’t go anywhere. you settle over his bulge, teasingly rolling your hips against him. the friction of his boxers against your sheer panties sends a shiver through both of you.

you peer up at him, cheeks flushed. “is this what you wanted, toru? when you saw me in this?” you speed up a little and his hips arch forward, rutting up into you.

“nghh- yea—f-fuck..faster…”

your hips roll faster against him, the friction electric and building. he's a wreck underneath you, moaning and gasping desperately. his gaze drops to your chest and one hand lifts, trembling, brushing over the thin fabric of the bralette. he traced the swell of your breast. "hnng...they look so good in this," he breathes, almost to himself.

his thumb finds your nipple through the lace. he presses down gently, circling around it slowly and feeling it harden under his touch. you gasp, hips stuttering against him. "toru!"

"can i—" he starts, but he's already tugging at the lace, pulling the cups down and freeing her breasts. satoru looks for your permission, and once he has it, he leans forward and sucks on your nipple, tongue swirling over the bud, whining while fondling your other breast. "fuuck mommy—tastes so good...hahh..i've dreamt about this..."

you cry out, fingers digging into his shoulders. you can feel him getting harder underneath you, body taut with want and longing. his hand moves from your breast and reaches down to your panties, fingers finding your clit through the damp fabric, beginning to press slow, deliberate circles. the sensation makes you jolt, a sharp sensation of pleasure washing over you. "does—ngh—does that feel good mommy? does your pussy feel good?"

"yes yes! toruuu—" you whined.

he doesn't stop. his mouth continues sucking and laving, alternating between gentle nips and soothing kisses. you grind down onto him, chasing the friction of his hand against your clit, the hard length of him straining beneath you.

he pulls his mouth off your breast with a wet pop, replacing it with his thumb, teasing the peak. his lips are swollen and glistening, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide. his glasses are slowly slipping off his face.

"mommy," he whines, voice cracking. "please—please i need you i can't—" his hips buck up helplessly, cock twitching against your heat through the layers of fabric. "i'm close-fuckk..." his hips moving in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm.

he leans forward to bring you into a kiss, moans muffled and tongues tangling together. a broken groan tears from his throat as he spills into his boxers. you feel him twitch beneath you, warmth spreading against the fabric. you collapse against his chest, shuddering, your own orgasm pulsing through you, grinding through it on satoru's fingers.

you both lie there afterward, breathing hard, sticky and flushed. his arms wrap around you again, pulling you in. you can feel his heart hammering against your cheek.

after a long moment, he speaks, voice hoarse and small. "...i can't believe i came in my boxers like that. i'm sorry.." he looks embarrassed, but at the same time, satisfied.

you giggle and press a kiss to his cheek. "it's okay toru. i liked it."

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