Toji proving that you get turned on by the simplest things...
"You already have goosebumps and I just started touching you," he says, dragging his palm over your soft tummy.
"Dahhh, don't say that!"
"Shh, shh, shh..." A beat of silence passes and through it, he amusedly watches you squirm. "You're squeezing your thighs over me getting you to quiet down, doll."
"Oh, whatever. I don't wanna do this anymore," you grumble, attempting to push off his lap.
"Nah, baby. Stay. This is fun," he says, enormous hands cupping your waist and pulling you back to keep you on him. "Let me experiment with you, yeah?" He mumbles into your shoulder.
"It's not an experiment if you're just mocking me," you say, with a roll of your eyes.
"I'm not, pretty. You get excited over the slightest touches. It's cute." He drags the knuckle of his index finger up the side of your neck, causing your entire body to shudder. "See? Barely even did anything to you."
"Stop! You know the sensitive spots on my neck," you argue.
"Yeah, true," he hums, lifting your shirt to expose your back. He'll choose the most random spot, just to prove his point. His hand goes to your shoulder blade, rough fingertips pressing into your skin to feel along the bone beneath it. He hears what sounds like a shaky exhale coming from you.
"Really, mama?" He's trying so hard not to tease you for the way you can't sit still.
"No," you immediately respond, in utter denial.
"No? You didn't just rub your ass against my crotch after I touched your shoulder blade?"
"You hallucinated that, you perv."
"Yeah? So if I do it again, you won't moan?" You shake your head, a little 'mm-mm' hummed out. "Alright, sit still for me," he says, eyes focusing on your back, again. He uses two fingers to gently prod into the middle of your spine, to feel the vertebrae, while his other hand tries the shoulder blade he didn't touch before.
"It's," you suppress a whimper as he continues to prod at your back. "It's basically a... um... a back massage."
"Is that why you're arching your back like want me to-"
"Ah! Shut up, shut up, I'm not doing anything." You begrudgingly straighten your posture and toss yourself back on him with an annoyed huff.
"Sensitive baby," he says, grinning like a menace.
blanket fort - “thank you for picking me up- i know it’s late.” with fwb!sirius maybe? I’m thinking like.. you’re not together but you call him cos you need him and he comes right away <33 do with that what u will hehe
Ahhh thank you mal <3
cw: alcohol, attempted sa (mentioned, not in the scene)
fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 969 words
You like it a lot when Sirius calls you his. It’s usually by accident. He calls you lots of things—gorgeous, sweetness, dollface—but never in the same tone as when that incriminating my slips out. My darling, he’d said once, teasing, trying to get you into the shower with him (it worked). Another time, kissing overstimulated tears off your face before they could fall onto his pillowcase, my lovely girl. Sometimes, you think it’s a little pathetic of you—not very feminist, that’s for sure. You like being independent. You aren’t anybody’s. You shouldn't want to belong to someone. But you do, and not just anyone; you want to belong to Sirius.
So it’s possible that it’s only wishful thinking, when cool fingers brush the hair from your face and you think—you hope—you catch a murmured, “Oh, my girl.”
Regardless of what you may or may not hear, you’d know the feel of that hand anywhere.
Sirius is waiting when you unstick your lashes, looking down at you with an amused uptilt to his perfect mouth. He pushes more hair away from your eyes. The surface of the restaurant table feels nice against your cheek.
“What happened to you, hm?”
“I don’t know,” you reply drowsily. “What happened to you?”
Sirius huffs out a laugh. “Well, I was sitting at home thinking about this bird.”
“Gross. Is she pretty?”
“Stunning. I figured I’d call her to see if she was thinking about me too, so I did, and do you want to know what she had the gall to tell me?”
You put a hand under your cheek, angling your face to see him better. You are intensely curious. “What?”
“She said that if I wanted to fuck her, I had to come and pick her up at the fancy hotel downtown. So, here I am.” He gives you a once-over. “I don’t think we’re going to be fucking, though.”
You frown. “No?”
“No, sweetness. Sorry.”
“Why not?”
“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.” He strokes your cheek, smiling in a way that makes you feel all melty soft. “Hey, stay put for me a minute.”
Staying put feels like all you know how to do. You assume Sirius goes somewhere, but you don’t notice. You blink, and he’s back in front of you, a glass of water in his hand where there wasn’t one before. He gives your shoulder a pat.
“C’mon, sit up.”
“M’okay,” you say, even as you do as he tells you. Your head spins once there’s no table to stabilize it. “I don’t need anything to drink.”
Sirius’ eyebrow flicks up. “Who says it’s for you?”
“Oh.” You’re strangely put out. “It’s not?”
“No, it is.” He cracks, grinning. “Just have a little for me, babe. For my peace of mind.”
You whine as he puts the glass to your lips, but you don’t have much choice. The water presses insistently at your mouth. Sirius holds the side of your face as you take it down, so that’s nice, at least.
You breathe out after swallowing. You hadn’t noticed your throat hurting before, but it does feel better now. Sirius wipes a dribble from the side of your chin like it’s nothing.
“I asked you to come here,” you say, “didn’t I.”
Sirius’ lips quirk. “Demanded was more like it.” You put a hand over your eyes, and he tsks, laughing. “What, lovely, was it a bad night?”
“Bad date,” you moan. “So boring. Worst conversationalist in the world, I could swear he was trying to get me liquored up.” The smile fades from Sirius’ face. You like this, strangely. You want his sympathy. “He’s staying here, you know. That’s why we met at the hotel for dinner, I was just too stupid to think of it.”
“He tried to take you up to his room?” he asks.
You make a wry sound. “Yeah, but he didn’t seem to like when I said I was too drunk to do anything.”
Sirius skims you over. You don’t know what he’s looking for, or if he finds it, but his expression is uncharacteristically humorless when he nods. “Good girl.”
You eye him. “Because I’m not having sex with other people?”
“Because you’re looking out for yourself.”
You sit with that for a while. You wonder if Sirius would be angry if you had gone up. Sober, that is. You wonder how he’d react if you told him about it later, what he’d think of you sleeping with someone who wasn’t him for a change. What would he think if he knew you only came on this date as an act of desperation? That you’d been so lovelorn, so pathetically hung up on him, that you’d gone out with the first person who made themselves available to you?
Fortunately, you still have enough of your wits about you to know you’d hate yourself for asking.
“So,” you say instead, “are you going to take me home now?”
Sirius grins. “I suppose I am.”
You muster your best grin in reply. “I know how you love to take me home.”
“Shush, lightweight. Drink your water, then we’ll go.”
You pick the glass up to appease him. But when you only have a few more sips before leaning your head on his shoulder, Sirius doesn’t complain.
“Can I ask you something weird?” you murmur.
“Nothing’s ever stopped you before.”
“You’ll do something for me?”
“Hm, depends.” Sirius is teasing, but when you fall silent his tone gentles. “What is it?”
“Call me something nice?”
You shut your eyes. Just inebriated enough to ask, just sober enough to be embarrassed. You’re sure he’s going to laugh at you.
Sirius’ kiss lands softly atop your hair. “I’ll call you whatever you want,” he says, in that tone, that soft, incriminating tone, “my sweetheart.”
when u look at 2017 and think “oh that’s only like 3 years ago” and it’s actually 12,000 years ago and everything is gone and everyone you know has been reduced to ash and the world is completely different
