-Nightmare-
Asaba Harumasa x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW content ahead! 18+ Unprotected sex (Wear protection kiddos), creampie, mentions of blood, terminal illness, and drug use (medical use). Read at your own discretion! Also this is a piece of shit work, sorry.
Word Count: ~5.7K
The nightmares never stopped.
Even with the help of heavy sleep aids, antipsychotics, and herbal teas mixed with flecks of chamomile, the nightmares continued to come and haunt him in the early hours of the night. The insomnia didnât help either, as his mind raced too much after being startled awake by the same reoccurring dream.
The scars that freckled his neck in their unique pattern burned in his skin, making him want to rake his fingernails across them to quell the itch of pain and remembrance. Who knows? Maybe if he scratches hard enough, he can erase them from existence. But that was naive and foolish. His skin would only be tainted deeper with the scratches of where he tried to remove the scars. The reminder was already deeply engraved into his soul, no matter how much he wished to clear the reminders of the past.
The rise and fall of his chest was heavy and deep, his heart already racing with an ache clutching his chest tightly. With a shaky and sweaty palm, he rested his slender hand against his chest in attempted to ground himself and calm the erratic race of his heart. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, the golden essence sparkling underneath the dim lighting of moonlight.
Once his bearings were collected, and the ache in his chest had subsided, he reached a hand over haphazardly searching for his phone. The orange plastic pill bottles that had his name plastered all over them clattered against the hardwood floors, spilling the precious medication that managed him for all these years. His nimble fingers shook as he held the device in his hand, a chill suddenly settling in him.
Should he text? No, a call would be better. But he really didnât want to talk at the moment, scared the pitch of his voice will give away his current state.
A text would have to suffice for now.
From: Asaba Harumasa đčđïž
-Can you come over?
Received at 1:28am
The ebony haired archer sat quietly in the expanse of his empty and cold bed, his fingers fiddling with the edges of his phone case while he awaited a reply. His mind racing with thoughts of his text going unanswered. Sure, he would be fine if not, but a part of him hoped and prayed to whatever god was out there that he would get a reply.
And he did.
From: đ(Y/N)đ
-Iâll be there in 20.
Received at 1:35am
A small smile lit up his face, relief washing through his fragile yet strong body as you agreed to come over. He could already feel the warmth blossoming over his pale cheeks, anticipation and excitement swirling within his stomach. Like a child who couldnât wait in line for their favorite treat, the elite archer of HSO Section 6 drug himself out of bed and towards the kitchen to get some water, he knew heâd need it later.
It wasnât long after that you had arrived to his apartment, the door unlocking with practiced ease as you let yourself inside, the spare key he gave you still hanging securely around the keychain of your car keys. A cute little cat key cap hanging over the silver metal, an accessory he had added before he gave it to you. He still remembers the look on your face when he gave it to you. It was the morning after the first night you had come over to help him.
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âWhy are you giving me a key? Is this some kind of scavenger hunt or something?â You asked, eyeing the key between your fingers cautiously.
Harumasa chuckled. âNot yet,â he teased, âitâs a key to my apartment.â
âHuh?â You asked, dumbfounded. âWhy are you giving me a key to your apartment?â
âCause,â He began, hiding his true intentions behind a goofy smile. âWhat if I get sick and need some greasy take out? I donât wanna get out of bed to answer the door. Not when I have such kind and caring partner to take care of me~â
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Whether you believed him or not, you never questioned it or showed any interest in searching for an answer.
You padded quietly through his apartment, the space already mapped in your mind as if it was your own cozy home. His cat greeted you with a small meow, rubbing against your calf with her tail quivering in happiness to see you once more. You always gave her extra pets and a treat or two when you came over, seemed she always remembered. Leaving her with a soft and gentle head rub, you left her to her own, making your way to your destination, his bedroom.
Harumasaâs ears perked up hearing the bedroom door creak open, your sloppily clothed frame coming into his view as you closed and locked the door, not wanting any interruptions from his little fuzzball. The golden speckles of his irises seems to glow in the dim light of hisbedroom, the only light being the radiance of the moon through the crack in his curtains.
âYou came.â He announced quietly, a small smile on his lips as he shifted in the bed, enough to give you a small space to sit on the edge beside him. Your scent was already filling his nostrils, he could tell you showered before coming, probably already knowing what was going to happen. âI didnât wake you did I?â
âYou did, but itâs fine, Harumasa.â Your voice had always been soft and soothing to his ears, even in the heat of battle, he could always relax knowing you were okay and close by. He neednât worry about anything else with you next to him. The world felt less cruel and suffocating. âIâm⊠more than happy to come, for you.â
A sad yet appreciative smile spread over his lips, the faintest lingering of a tremble still remaining.
He wasnât deserving of something so sweet, not after what he did to you in his dreams. He could still vividly see the blood and grim caked over your face, evidence of corruption marring your once smooth and radiant skin. Crystalization sprouted out like ugly blemishes, now permanently embedded in your skin. Your fate sealed behind bleary blind eyes. But you still knew him. The claw that pierced your abdomen felt warm, and the aroma of bitter medicine and disinfectant lingering around the ethereal. He could practically feel how scalding your blood was as it trickled darkly down his ethereal claw, the piercing sound of dripping blood being heard within the chaos of screaming in the hollows. You only smiled at him, reaching a shaky hand up to his core, his name coming off your lips in such a forgiving and kind tone.
âHarumasa?â Your hand was now on his face, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the flesh of his cheek. The smear of something wet slid over your thumb against his face, the sting in his eyes becoming more noticeable as he focused his attention back on you. It was warm, so warm. âIâm here. Youâre here. Itâs okay.â
You always knew exactly what he needed. Your other hand circled his wrist, carefully guiding it confidently to your chest. There, the gentle and steady pace of your heart thumped against his palm. The skin against his palm was soft, smooth, and the skin warm. It wasnât scalding like your blood, or cold like your lifeless body hanging loosely by his ugly black claw. It was just right, just you.
Harumasa wiped his eyes, shoulders slumping weakly as he let you hold his face and feel your heartbeat. The urge to pull you close itched at his fingertips, so close but so far away. Just out of his reach. He was scared. Scared to touch you, scared to hurt you, scared to kill you. He should push you away. Tell you to go home. But his heart ached, it ached for your touch, your care, your everything. Anything you gave him made his heart swell with an emotion he never could find the name of.
You didnât say anything more, climbing onto the messy bed, your legs swinging on either side of his hips, knees digging into the mattress. Both of his cheeks were in your hands now, wiping at the corners of his eyes, running the tips of your fingers down his jaw to his neck. You could feel the way he tensed beneath your touch, a small whimper sounding from the back of his throat.
âP⊠Please.â His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as his lashes fluttered, long and black, pretty, just like the rest of him. His eyes were golden like the stars, sparkling in the cool night and becoming warm rays of sunlight in the day. A beacon of light, of hope, and his arrows guided the lost home.
You didnât need to ask what he wanted, you already knew what he meeded: it was the same each time, and you were more than happy to oblige in his needs. His lips were soft, like fluffy clouds floating in the sky. You never got tired of kissing Harumasa. It was a rare moment where the walls he built around his heart crumbled into nothing but dust, letting you in to purge the evil from his soul in the most sinful and pleasurable ways.
His hands started at your thighs, taking his time moving them up to your hips, before settling them against your waist. His mouth dipped open, inviting your tongue inside to melt with his. Heat burned his cheeks as your tongue carefully covered every nook and cranny of his mouth. Curling over his own tongue, swiping over his gums, and teasing the tip every so often over his plush lips. It was all making him dizzy, like it always had.
There were no protests on his lips as your hands slid down his loosely unbuttoned white shirt, sliding the material back to cascade down his lean shoulders, stopping at his elbows. The cool air didnât get a chance to settle into his body as it did when he was alone, your hands were warm, running over the expanse of his tone chest. You left trails of fire as your fingertips carefully found his nipples, hardened under the cool air dragging into his apartment.
Harumasa shuddered, a longing sigh leaving his mouth, letting you swallow any sinful noises he let out next as your fingers rolled his nipples. His hips shifted up, a throb from down south making his throat spasm in a needy whimper. He ached for your friction, your warmth, your slippery and hot cunt. The hands on your hips started to become tighter, his thumb hooking against your bone, finding more purchase there as he rolled his hips once more upwards. He released a shaky moan when he felt his clothed cock brush against your thigh, sending sparks throughout his body as his nerves lit up.
âHarumasa,â He found himself chasing your lips when you abruptly pulled away to whisper out his name. Your voice was breathless, the same intoxicating need dripping from your tongue as you pecked his lips before continuing. âDo you want to take the lead?â He always got incredibly flustered when you would ask him that. It almost deflated his ego every time youâd so kindly ask whether or not he wanted to fuck you or you fuck him. But, he couldnât lie to himself that he wanted you to take care of him. Slowly, he shook his head, looking up behind long lashes, pale cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. He felt like heâd melt at the way you smiled at him. âOkay, let me know if itâs too much.â
It was never too much, it wasnât enough. Even if you gave everything to him, it still wouldnât be enough for him. You were a drug to him, similar to the bitter medications he popped every day, something he needed to survive. With you by his side, everything would be okay. He would be okay. Even if this relationship wasnât defined or spoke aloud, he was sure you knew what it meant to him.
He loved the way your hands trailed down his chest, grazing over various sized scars that littered his pale skin from his venturing into the hollows. Your lips left long and tender kisses against his cheek, his breath coming out in a blissful sigh. He could feel your teeth graze his jaw, the once steady hold he had on your hips moving up to your waist once more. The roll of his hips into yours got more frequent, more needy as quiet pleasing moans slipped past his kiss swollen lips
âP-Please- AhhâŠâ Harumasa shuddered feeling you touch the side of his neck, the scars there flaring up. It felt as if he had just gotten them again, like he was back in the hospital with his master, being fed sweet treats and taught archery. A time without you. Without your sweet smiles, your kind and tender touch, and your heart that you had unknowingly opened to him, making him greedy to take everything you were. To fill that void that had been in his heart for so long.
Your lips left red and purple marks over the sides of his neck, hiding the scars, the reminders of what he was, what he is, underneath a cover of tender affection, adoration, and devotion. Harumasa had always liked looking at them the morning after, jokingly saying he didnât need to wear his choker for the day, that heâd instead wear your hickeys with pride and a smug grin. This was all a joke of course, the choker had been a crutch. A way to ground himself, almost as if the accessory was keeping the demon at bay he felt was festering inside of him. The same that had killed you in his dream.
His long lashes fluttered, quietly moaning as your tongue traces over the fresh hickeys, trying to smooth the brief moment of pain and pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, your affection would erase the deeply rooted scars that marred his soul. The sheer thought alone, made a shiver run down his spine, his pale skin bubbling with goosebumps. Replace his pain with love. Replace the nightmares with domestic dreams of normalcy, where he couldâve properly pursued you, to be able to call you his.
His golden eyes followed your hands as you started to grab the hem of your shirt, carefully sliding it over your head to throw it haphazardly to the floor. Your skin was revealed to him, and he couldâve sworn his breath hitched at the sight. No matter how many times you revealed yourself to him, he was always enamored with the way you looked on top of him, or below him. He could feel a faint twitch from his groin, and his cheeks flushed more at how his body responded so weakly to the sight of you.
He let his hands roam up from your hips to your bare waist, appreciating how soft and smooth your skin felt underneath his: how alive you felt. Your lips met his again, your eyes blissfully closed as you savored the taste and feel of Harumasaâs lips again. Your bra fell off your shoulders as you reached behind to unclasp the hooks. Feeling the fabric fall from your body, Harumasa raised his hands, covering your delicious breasts with his palms, letting out a soft moan into your mouth at the feel of your erect nipples pressing against him.
He relished in your noises of pleasure, and they always encouraged him to do more. His tongue melded with yours, tangling over each other, flicking over your teeth and gums, pointed canines gently nibbling against your bottom lip. His fingers came to your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds with the pads of his fingertips. He swore his ears starting ringing when he heard you softly moan out his name.
Harumasa shuddered when your fingers came to his lower abdomen, tracing lazy shapes on his skin before reaching the waist band of his sweats, the fabric doing nothing to hide just how aroused he was. Your fingers were like magic, pulling low moans and whines from his lips like it was the easiest thing in existence. You knew just where he liked it, and god did he love that. His hips bucked up into your palm, his own hands covering your breasts fully to pathetically grope and squeeze them as he tried to keep his embarrassing noises in. Curse you for how easily you made him crumble.
âA-Ahh⊠Harumasa, mmph~â Heâd never get tired of hearing you sing the most sinful of songs for him. And he didnât forget the way your hands rubbed him through his sweats, squeezing against the tip so thoughtfully. Heâd turned to putty in your hands. Shape him any way you like, heâs adaptable, whatever will make you keep giving him such blissful attention. Mold him into a heart and place it in your chest so he would never leave your side when he turned to ash.
Harumasaâs other hand slid from one of your breasts, coming to rub against the heat between your legs, his lip catching between his teeth as his eyes struggled to stay open and watch your delightful expressions. He relished the way your hips moved with his hand, seeking more of his fiery touch of desire. The effect of his touch was evident in the way your panties were starting to get wetter, especially after what youâd done at home to prepare for him before coming over.
âW-Wait-â He sucked a breath in through his teeth, before letting his jaw go slack as his eyes rolled back, his hips stuttering in your hands. His muscles were getting tense, and he could feel the knot twisting tighter and tighter in his lower abdomen, threatening to snap. âIâm⊠g-gonna cum⊠donât wanna ye- Ngh! Fuck!â His words were cut off as his body spasmed pathetically under the intoxicating feel of now being a hairâs breadth away from his climax as your hand moved faster against him. As quickly as the fire started in his abdomen, it was diminished in seconds as you pulled your hand away and placed both on his chest.
âN-Not yet-â you panted softly, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to his wet lips. He watched closely as your hands moved off his chest to your pants and panties, hooking them both with your thumbs and carefully albeit somewhat awkwardly sliding them off. Getting the hint, Harumasa clumsily given the position got his sweats and boxers off, his breath hitching when you climbed back into his lap completely naked. âHarumasaâŠâ Your voice called out softly. âDo you still want this?â
âHah⊠Yes, please.â He sighed shakily, slightly whimpering as a whiny plea left his lips. You always asked him again despite everything if he was still sure. Given his condition, and his fearful aversion to commitment, you always wanted to make sure his comfort was above all else. Besides, Harumasa was the one who started all this, so he could end it in a heartbeat. However, part of you knew he was way too attached to ever do something like that. You could see the emotion in his eyes, the longing to speak words he felt he was forbidden to utter. It spoke volumes when his hand stopped your wrist from going to his nightstand to retrieve a condom. âI⊠can we⊠skip thatâŠ?â
âIf youâre sure.â Your voice held no hesitance, no protest to his selfish and probably rash request. You werenât on any medication for birth control, and Harumasa knew this. Maybe a selfish part of him thought if he couldnât live in your heart as a piece of you, heâd give you a piece of him. To leave something behind for you and only you. It was irresponsible, cruel, and burdening⊠but he couldnât bring himself to care as much: not when you were here, being so gentle with him just like you always were. He was running out of time, and there was still so much he wanted to experience. âI justâŠâ He was snapped out of his thoughts when your voice spoke up again. âDonât want you to have any regrets.â
âIâve never once,â he began, raising a slightly calloused, warm hand up to hold your cheek in his hand. âRegretted this. Regretted you.â His voice was firm and unwavering, full of conviction and dedication. If it were truly up to him, he wouldâve devoted himself to you long before now. Maybe then you could be married, have kids, and experience all life had to offer. He could profess his love to you without the reaperâs scthye threatening to cut his vocal cords and more. âHow could I regret this when you pamper me so well~?â
Harumasa relished in the way you let out a small bout of laughter, warming his heart, and lightening the atmosphere some. Just how he liked it. Light, gentle, and comfortable. There wasnât a need to dwell on the consequences of their decisions, of what the future held for them. All he wanted was to focus on you, and engrave this moment into his memory, just as heâd done with every other time he was with you. Harumasa truly loved you. He could only hope when he lay in his deathbed, he can finally tell you, and let his final moments be surrounded by you, the memories he shared with you, and the love you held for him too.
âAs long as youâre sure.â You whisper to him, the smile on your lips almost permanent now. Despite everything in his life spiraling, the weight of his condition and the inevitable end, he was still the Harumasa you fell in love with. Your body moved to shift above him, hands delicately and deliberately grabbed hold on his hard shaft, pressing the tip against your heat. Harumasa could feel his breath hitch at the touch of his sensitive tip, so warm and wet, he couldnât help but move his hips slowly to press more and tease at your entrance.
With practiced ease, he was inside you, both of you moaning in unison as the sinful clutches of pleasure took hold. His hands moved to your hips, holding loosely as your hands held his shoulders, to somewhat ground yourself as you moved to take more and more of him. No matter how many times youâd had sex with Harumasa, it always felt so good each and every time. Once he was all the way in, you sat there for a moment, whimpering quietly while he sat there, watching, panting lewdly as he tried to compose himself against the overwhelming pleasure of your tight, hot, and gummy walls around his cock.
âFast⊠or slow?â Your question made his cheeks feel warm, warmer than they already were, and he embarrassingly tightened his grip on your hips to stop himself from letting out a pathetic whimper. On one hand, he wanted you to go fast, to watch your breasts bounce so close to his face, to hear your beautiful voice sing sweet moans for him, and to make you cream around him until your legs were shaking. However, with the vivid memory of his nightmare fresh on his mind, and the slight rattle in his breathing, Harumasa didnât think heâd be able to keep up with going fast. At least going slow would allow him to feel every delicous drag of your cunt against his cock.
âS-Slow⊠please.â His voice came out as a soft whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the air conditioner kicking on to keep his apartment warm. Although, he didnât really need that right now fully buried inside of you. You felt so much warmer without the condom, and god could he feel fucking everything. He would be happy to let you just sit on top of him with his cock nestled into your savory and warm cunt forever. How nice it would be to have your body warmth against him at night when he would have nightmares. So he could feel you, and not the cold and emptiness that occupied his sheets.
âOkay.â You affirm back to him quietly. He could feel your nails digging into his shoulders as you shifted your legs in a more comfortable position before carefully dragging him out before pushing him back in. Your lips parted in pleasure, a soft breath of bliss raking over Harumasaâs lips as your foreheads pressed together. It felt better than it ever had. The rubber barrier had always been so dulling. So restricting. Now that it was off? The sensitive tip of his cock was dragging along your fluttering walls, teasing the delicate tissue and muscle within to entice more ecstasy. âHah, Harumasa~ It⊠feels really good.â
âM⊠Mhm~ Y-Youâre too hot.â Harumasa panted against your lips, his hands on your hips helping you set a slow and deliberate pace. He could see every movement of your chest as you breathed, every delicious movement of your breasts pressed against his chest. âFuuuuuck~â A low groan vibrates in his chest when he feels you lift up just to the tip before sinking back down. His thumbs hooked into your hips, digging in harder as he couldnât help but encourage you to move just a bit faster. The usual sharpness in his mind turning to mush as the pleasure started to overwhelm him.
Your sweet voice was like an elegant symphony, ranging from high pitched whines to low and breathy moans. It was stating to make his head spin. That combined with the feel of your body, the scent of your skin, the sight of your naked body moving against his passionately, and the lingering taste of your tongue, Harumasa was in sensory overload. He could feel his heart stuttering in his chest, a sudden tightness forming that had him gripping you tighter. His ebony brows furrowed deeply, nose scrunching against the sudden sensation. Before he knew it, his breath caught, and he felt you immediately stop moving.
âHarumasa?â Your voice sounded so worried it made his heart ache. He hated making you worry, but he knew you cared about him deeply, and were just wanted to check in on his current condition. âIs it too much?â You ask him, to which he nods his head slowly. One hand against your hips came up to press against his chest, the other waving beside you as if to dismiss it. You knew better than that, and so did he. He couldnât hide anything from you. âTake a hit off your inhaler, and weâll continue if you and to.â
âHey now, I may be frail but I donât need to be mothered.â A deflective smile curled to Harumasa lips, his tone teasing despite the wispy wheeze that echoed in his breathing. It was his defensive mechanism. Tease, deflect, change the subject, forget. âKeep going⊠please. Iâm fine.â Despite the previous teasing lilt in his tone, it quickly changed to something soft and encouraging, almost like a small and unspoken plea. A plea to take away all his pain and let your pleasure be his safe place.
You hesitated for a moment, looking down at him and taking in the rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips moved with his panting, and the way those beautiful golden eyes begged you to keep fucking him so perfectly. With a bit of reluctance, you started to move again, your hands rubbing over his shoulders as you used him support yourself up more before sinking back down on him, moaning softly against his face. âPlease tell me if I need to stop.â
Harumasaâs hands suddenly snaked around your waist, hugging you tight against him as his hips bucked up from underneath you. Wet and lewd sounds of sex could faintly be heard over the noisy AC unit, blended with sinful noises of pleasure. âI will, baby⊠I will⊠ngh! Fuck! Hah⊠b-but I donât wanna stop⊠youâre so good to me~ AhhâŠâ He rarely ever used such a sweet pet name like âbaby.â He mainly used it to tease you, and it always worked to fluster you. How he wished he could call you that all the time. If only he could actually call you his⊠Little did he know he already had your heart, and that would never change.
Your hands moved from his shoulders to his cheek, pulling him in to kiss him. It was messy, a clash of teeth and tongue as your soft moans were breathed into his mouth, only growing louder. His hips jerked against yours quicker, his legs starting to shake underneath you. When the kiss broke, Harumasa dove into your neck, recklessly licking and sucking against the sensitive underside of your jaw and jugular. He knew heâd get scolded for leaving visible marks. But tonight? Tonight he was desperate, and wanted to drown himself in fantasies. Fantasies of a normal life, of having you as his lover, of marrying you and making a life with you.
âHah! N-Nhh~ HarumasaâŠ!â You called out loudly to him, your fingertips going back to digging into his shoulders, your nails leaving half moon crescents in his skin. Harumasa let his lips trail soft and wet kisses down your chest until he was right between your bouncing breasts, only turning him on that much more. âPleaseâŠ! Please, hah! Harumasa~ I-Iâm-! Iâm-!â You were close, and he knew it. He always knew. Heâd memorized all your little telltale signs of being close to that sweet release. By god did Harumasa want to feel you milk all the cum from him so badly, especially since it was going inside of you and not some piece of rubber.
âCâmon⊠You can do it. Fuck! Cmon, (Y/N)~ give it to me~ C-Cum all over meâŠ! Y-Yeah!â Harumasaâs voice cracked, his head throwing back, Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly and let out loud groans, pleasured grunts, and pathetic whimpers of overstimulation. His brows scrunched up, golden eyes rolling back slightly as he felt your walls fluttering around him. He hastily grabbed the back of your head with one hand, pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss while his other hand reached for yours awkwardly on his shoulder. He wanted to hold your hand. To know his fingers could intertwine with yours instead of slice through with a sickeningly black claw. â(Y-Y/N)! Hah! Fuck!â
âHarumasa! Harumasa! Ahh!â With that, both of you toppled over that edge together, and the feeling of his seed pumping into you, with the twitching and clenching of your walls⊠it just made more of his cum spurt out into you. Harumasa shook violently, his breath catching as his body shuddered and twitched at the overwhelming feelings his cock so sensitive after his release. The wheezing in his lungs starting to make his breathing sound more raspy. The sounds of your heavy breathing were heard⊠and the AC finally decided to cut off at that moment. Your foreheads fell against each other, just relishing in the closeness of the intimate moment.
Harumasa let his eyes flutter open, still hazy with a glaze of lust and exhaustion now. He could see the soft pink that dusted your cheeks, the way your lips were slick with a mix of your saliva and his, swollen and tender from all the kissing, and the way your eyes slowly opened to look into his. The words were on the tip of his tongue⊠eager to fill the silence. âI love you.â So close⊠so close that he started to open and close his mouth in attempts to stop himself. He couldnât. It would be cruel to you. To tie you down and bring you down with him when he eventually turned to nothing⊠or turned into much worse.
âHarumasa.â Your soft voice snapped him out of his quickly spiraling thoughts. Your palm was warm and a little clammy against his cheek, and your lips tenderly brushed against his. A small and affectionate kiss⊠lacking lust or desire. Just a gesture of affection and the love you held for him. âAre you okay? Do you need your inhaler?â Ah, that was so like you wasnât itâŠ? After everything and the first thought that always came to you was making sure he was okay. He counted himself as incredibly lucky to have you⊠as his partner and his safe haven.
âYeah⊠Iâm okay. Just⊠need a minute to catch my breath.â He reached over and dug through his nightstand for a moment, grabbing his inhaler and taking a few deep breaths and the drugs eased the inflammation clawing at his lungs. All while your hands gently massaged his shoulders or rubbed up and down his arms. Once his breathing sounded more normal, you shifted your hips up and off of him. Harumasa winced and whimpered as you pulled him out of you, his golden eyes darting down to see the evidence of their actions. Your slick covered his softening cock in a light sheen, and some of his release and yours surrounding the base. When he shifted his gaze to your entrance, it was dripping with his seed in globs of white. He was tempted to shove his fingers inside and let you keep it all there, nestled in your warm cunt, but he held back.
He shifted in the bed, letting you take the spot beside him as he reached to drape the comforter and other blankets over you both. There were no words exchanged, just the quiet stillness of the late night. Pitter patter of feet outside his bedroom could be heard, but you both ignored the upset feline outside. Harumasa draped his arms around your waist, holding you close as he dipped his head to press his ear against your steadying heartbeat⊠the sound lulling him into a drowsiness. But before he would succumb to sleep⊠He whispered faintly.
âThank you, (Y/N)⊠for everything.â
âYou donât have to thank me.â Your voice came softly, filled with just as much drowsiness. âThe only thing I want⊠is to be by your side⊠and for you to keep living.â
Harumasaâs eyes widened slightly before his heart skipped a beat, a warm and gentle smile curling against his pale pink lips.
âThen youâre stuck with me, it seems. Just promise youâll live with me, okay?â
With you by his side⊠his heart felt full, the pain felt lighter, and the nightmares didnât dare to return when he had you by his side.
âDone reading? Why donât you take a break! Relax~ Iâll still be here when you come back.â











