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GOJO SATORU - Sleepy Sex

NSFW - con noncon, somnopholia

You and Satoru had already agreed that if he were needy but you were asleep, you’d allow him to relieve himself with you. But you… were never discussed.

So when he saw you asleep on the couch, neck laying on the armrest and the rest of your body spread out, he wasn’t sure what to do. You were tired from a long day of work and passed out on the couch right after changing into some shorts, almost completely covered by his t-shirt you decided to wear. At first, he just sat next to you while you slept, caressing your shin. But then you started to make some strange noises. He had to make sure you were alright. He got close to you and tried to shake you gently awake. “Baby, are you okay?” He asked. But then he realized something interesting…

You were clenching your legs together in such an intimate way. And the noises… were whimpers. Satoru chuckled when he realized what was going on. “So needy...” He says as he caressed your knee, watching you begin to squirm more.

But then, he noticed that the t-shirt was showing your nipples only slightly protruding. He was a sucker for how your body reacted to him, especially your nipples. He wondered how your body would react when you were asleep.

He couldn’t help but graze his fingers over them. God, what a view for Satoru. They were already getting so hard. “Oh so sensitive, are we?” He whispered in your ear, not caring that you weren’t awake. He noticed your whimpers as he began to tease them more.

He couldn’t help but want to lick them. Was it right though? You weren’t exactly awake to protest. But you looked so desperate for relief. And if it’s fine for him to use you… why can’t you use him?

“Now, what if I…” He leaned down and licked one of your clothed nipples. It only got harder and your whimpers got louder. He smirked against your nipple as he looked at your face, contorting in pleasure. Now he had decided to suck on them, not even bothering to take off the shirt. His mouth left a wet patch on your shirt as he circled and flicked your nipple, making sure to pinch the other too, as to not leave it neglected. You could only try to clench your legs together harder, but his hand help them open. Then, he traced a finger from your abdomen to your needy cunt.

He lightly teased it as he continued sucking. He froze for a second when he heard you call him. “Satoru!”

He looked up at you with a nervous expression, already ready to explain… but you were still asleep. The cocky bastard could only laugh as this fueled his motivation to satisfy you. “Dirty girl. You want my fingers inside of you, don’t you? Even when you’re asleep…”

He gently reached into your shorts, rubbing with his middle and ring finger along your clothed folds. Feeling a wet patch. “So wet already…” Your breath shuddered. “R-right there…” you mumbled.

His tongue continued to flick your nipple. Now he moved your underwear to the side for more access. He teased your folds again, accumulating slick. “You’re so cute… look at you getting ready for me…” he slowly seeped his finger into your cunt, earning a loud gasp from you.

His tongue finally departed from your nipple, now going up to your neck with saliva dripping. He made sloppy kisses your neck, making sure to leave marks. This time you couldn’t tell him not to. “Keep making those pretty noises, darling…” his fingers moved inside and out slowly. Dreadfully slow if you were awake, but right now you could handle it. That didn’t sit right with Satoru. He began to move his fingers faster and faster. When you tried to instinctively reach down, he pinned your hands above your head.

Your whimpers began to shudder too and your back arched beautifully. That’s how he knew you close. His thumb made sure to rub circles on your clit, stimulating you completely. “Oh you’re almost there… you can do it, babe…”

He began to mock you at this point. Copying your moans into your own mouth, knowing how good you probably felt. “God… I wish you were awake to hear how good I’m making you feel…”

He could feel your chest moving up and down, trying to breath properly. And suddenly, your body tensed and just as quickly, relaxed. He continued to pump his fingers while he chuckled at you. He wanted to make sure you got the full experience by helping you ride out your orgasm. He loved seeing you twitch each time. “Oh dear… you’re so dirty now…” he licked up your cum off his fingers, while you laid there, still asleep surprisingly. You were a heavy sleeper after all.

He got up and kissed your forehead. “I hope you won’t be mad at me…” before leaving to fetch you a blanket.

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Strictly Business (Miguel x Reader)

This is a story I made based on lalazuli's "Cheater Miguel" bot in characater.ai so made sure to check it out!

Chapter 1: Shattered Dreams

The soccer field was alive with cheers and the sound of young voices calling out. Briella, my 10-year-old daughter, was at the center of it all, her passion for the game is evident in every move she made. Our youngest daughter, Sofia, who was only 1 year old, clapped her hands and giggled with excitement from the sidelines.

As I watched her play, a surge of pride and gratitude swelled within me. Miguel, her father and my loving husband stood beside me, his eyes gleaming with paternal joy.

But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing.

As the game ended I went to grab some food for Sofia and me. I made my way toward the bleachers, the echoes of Miguel's husky voice and another woman's flirtatious giggles reaching my ears. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach, and my steps quickened. My smile faded as I reached the source of the commotion, and my heart sank.

There, behind the bleachers, Miguel was planting kisses along the length of another woman's neck. His face flushed crimson with guilt as his eyes met mine, freezing him in place.

One hand flew to my mouth, stifling the urge to cry, while the other rested protectively on my belly as I let go of Sofia's hand. Emotions threatened to overwhelm me, and my feet began to move away from the scene without my brain even processing what was going on. My ears began to ring and all i could hear was muffled sounds.

Miguel was quick to catch up, his grip firm as he seized my arm, snapping me out of the trance I was in.

I turned to face him, feeling the weight of betrayal crush my spirit. I shook his hand off my wrist and held my chest as I struggle to even breathe "How... how... how could you?" I said my voice choked with anguish. "How could you do this to me? To us? To our family?" My friend, Emily, had heard the commotion happening and quickly rushed to get Sofia away from the scene.

"It's not my fault!" He said with frustration. "You haven't been there! You're too busy with your career that you forgot about me and MY needs! You put more work into your career than into your appearance now... Do you know that that's the reason we haven't made love in so long? On top of that, you come home every night and you're too tired to do anything. And me, being the kind and caring husband I am, decided to look for that spark somewhere else so as to not break our family apart. I never tried to force you to do anything you didn't want to! So can you blame me for going to Dana? She's the one who has been there for me..." He looks back at her.

"Por Dios... so suddenly this is my fault?" I swallow as my voice gets caught in my throat before beginning to rant "Do you think that I wanted a husband who just stays home all day and has it easier than I do? Did it ever occur to you that you could help me out more by getting a job, so that I don't have to pull all the weight of pushing us forward? I'm sorry I don't have all the time in the world like you do to go around fucking other— "

"Now you just wait a damn minute, I already told you why I was even with Dana. Plus, I'm the only one who's ever been home to be there for our kids, taking care of the household chores that you should be helping me with. You should be thanking me for all the hard work I do to make our home run smoothly!" he said with a scowl.

"Thanking you?" I laughed a little hysterically, appalled that he had the audacity to interrupt me with those disgusting accusations. "Thanking you? So I should be thanking you for going behind my back and sleeping with HER?", I say as I point at the home wrecker, "I wouldn't be surprised if you've let her into our house! I bet you've fucked her in our bed too, haven't you? You're disgusting. You don't deserve to be the father of our children!" I yell louder and louder as I begin to push him back with every sentence.

Miguel grabs my wrists in order to stop me from pushing him. "Cállate." he said a little menacingly and coldly. "Don't make this worse than it has to be. What about all our years together? What about the children? Are you really willing to ruin their life like this? You can't throw away everything we have right now for one mistake!" he says with his eyebrows furrowed in anger. His grip tightening slightly.

"So you admit that you made a mistake! Unbelievable! You're not even making sense, saying one thing and then contradicting yourself with something else", I screamed, my fists striking his chest, through his grip, but still very weakly since I could barely hold myself together. "You know you're the one who ruined everything, so don't try to put this on me!" I say with my voice breaking. I look him straight in the eyes. My voice is full of conviction, "I hate you, Miguel! I hate you more than anything and I will never forgive you for this, you selfish... piece... of shit! Púdrate." I couldn't take it any longer and I crumbled to the ground. My body turned fragile by the overwhelming events unfolding. I tried to catch my breath as tears began to form in my eyes.

"Ya para! Now you're just begging for attention! Get up right now." He says aggressively.

"I...I can't.." I say, trying to get up but my legs feel weak.

"What do you mean you can't? You were standing just fine a second ago, stop being dramatic." He continued.

I gasped, my breath heaving as I knelt on all fours. Tears began to stream down my face, and I felt something rise in my throat, causing me to cough. I wiped the vomit from my face with trembling hands. "Oh...shit..."

Miguel stood frozen, shocked by my distress. He had never seen me in such a state before. His eyebrows unfurrow, his face now with concern instead of anger. "¿Qué te está pasando, querida?" His voice suddenly gentle. "Somebody call 911! Please...We need an ambulance!" Miguel desperately called out. Are you okay? What can I do?"

Still gasping for air, I felt something warm trickle down my leg, and horror mixed with anguish. "You... you've done enough," I say in a sharp, cold, and frail voice before I began to pass out. He began embracing me tightly as he saw my eyes close, he carried me towards our car, his movements frantic as I slowly lose consciousness. He buckled me in, then slammed his foot down on the accelerator, speeding towards the nearest hospital.