Apple °.ೃ࿔*

whats life without eroticism and whimsy

[applesandaxes]

𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎

Prodding your fingers around in his mouth, feeling around, and applying pressure to his tongue. If you didn’t know your boyfriend, you’d assume he was a wax statue, or stoned in place. His hands staying planted on the tops of your thighs, fingers twitching mindlessly.

He wasn’t exactly sure what he had agreed to let you do, but it was you. You could stab him in the chest and he’d ask if it hurt your wrist. “Did that hurt, do you need some ice?”

Anyone else would think he’s disgustingly pathetic, but you know his actions are his choice. Know what he is truly capable of. That the way he treats you is entirely voluntary and you’d never take it for granted.

Running the tips of your fingers over the sharp edges of his canines. Pressing the pad to the point until the tiniest bead of blood spouts from the incision. “Ouch…” You mutter under your breath, the expression just slipping from your lips. Clearly not quiet enough because he’s alert in milliseconds. Hand wrapped around yours and holding your finger in front of his eyes for examination.

You narrow your own eyes. Yes, he’s sweet but hes also him and you’re reminded of that when he takes the tip of your finger back into his mouth. He squeezes the soft skin until blood streams from it, splaying across his tongue.

Freak.

Even still, you cant help the way your stomach flips at his vulgar display of affection. Blood slips down the back of his throat and he releases your hand back into your own control. “So sweet..” He purrs, his voice low and gravely. Your cheeks flush and your skin grows hot.

Your fingertips tap against his bottom lip. He raises an eyebrow. “Knock knock?” Moron. You shake your head, rolling your eyes. His jaw falls slack, mouth open and teeth bared to you. Your fingers take their place inside once more, rubbing the pads of your fingers over his molars like a toothbrush.

You spread your pointer and middle finger around the sides of his tongue. Coating your fingers in the saliva that pools beneath the wet muscle. He pushes his tongue out to you and your eyes drag up to his own. His gaze is so hazy that he looks like he could fall asleep at any moment. Completely at home, relishing in the feeling of you having your way with his body.

My infatuation with mouths, teeth, saliva, etc, has never left me. I have so much to say about this..

[applesandaxes]

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍

"Yoichi...why are you in my bed.?"

The knife you had originally planned to plunge into the stranger under your covers— was now pressed between yours and Nagumo's palms. He had you pinned, his fingers wrapped around your wrists— holding them down on either side of your head and squishing the pillow beneath.

You blink up at him a few times and he smiles lazily. "What do you mean?"

What do you mean, 'what do I mean'

You roll your eyes at his faux innocence, still questioning the shirtless (?) assassin on top of you. "Why are you in my bed?" You repeat, "How did you even get in my home?" Your eyebrows pin together in confusion, mentally mapping out any other possible ways into your apartment besides the front door.

"I have a key!"

The fuck?

"Get off me." Your face drops and he pouts slightly, but it's short-lived when he rolls off you, plopping back into 'his' spot next to you with a grin. He hands you back the blade and you toss it on the nightstand beside you before turning back to him. "Get out???" You say as if it's obvious. (well it is...to anyone but him.) He ignores you, curling onto his side.

You let out a loud, drawn out sigh, eyes staring at the ceiling. "You could at least sleep on the couch." You don't even know why you bother trying. "Or better yet! Your own bed at your own place!" You gasp, sarcasm overly present in your tone.

When you glance at him once more, his face is snuggled into one of your fluffy pillows, eyes pressed shut.

"Go sleep on the couch."

His eyes peek open at your words and theres a beat of silence where you pray that you've won.

"but it's cooooold." He whines childishly and you feel your eye twitch, three seconds away from punching him in the throat. You roll on your side, facing away from him.

"Yoichi please..." You groan. Why the fuck am I begging in my own home? "I want to sleep, it's the middle of the night and i'm tired." Your nights drag on as it is, barely able to fall asleep in the first place. Let alone one with the tattooed man who crawled his way into your sheets without you knowing.

"Then be too tired to care."

His voice is low and you tense. One of his arms snakes around your torso, easily tugging you back across the bed and into his chest. You let out a shaky breath, unsure of what to do with the intimacy of the situation. And your mind really goes blank when he tucks in face in the crook of your neck from behind. His nose is pressed against your shoulder and your skin ignites under his soft breath.

He won.