A slow dance on a quiet morning, hands touching hands to the melody of a jazz tune playing in another room.
He’s the warmth of freshly made patisseries and tuscan golds used as bookmarks. He’s soft stolen glances and confessions pressed to your temple. He’s coming home to a lit chimney and corduroy jackets. He’s freckled shoulders and the sigh after being enveloped into a hug. He’s falling asleep on the sofa and going on walks to the beach and kisses that taste of butter.
♫ bewitched by laufey
(here is satoru's version and here is suguru's version ♡)
i have so many thoughts of my pornstar bkg and reader.
like y’all becoming kinda casual? not just fucking for a camera or an audience, but just because you guys genuinely enjoy sex with each other. y’all aren’t exclusive or anything, that’s kind of difficult with the job, but you both just choose not to mess around with anyone else outside of work.
you start showing up more and more in photos and videos for his OF and premium snap that people genuinely begin to think you guys are together.
him having to embellish his emotions a little more when he’s shooting with someone else because it’s not you and therefore he doesn’t enjoy it as much. having to pretend he’s fucking you if he wants to cum and vice versa.
you guys also have amazing freak nasty phone sex and you learn that he’s a fucking god at it.