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๐ฅ a/n: i can do it i can post it no one is gonna throw tomatoes at me its gonna be o k... based on this post.
๐ฅ summary: jason comforting you when you can't sleep/have nightmares + anxiety
๐ฅ cw: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, anxiety, mentions of insomnia and exhaustion, very self indulgent, based on my own experiences with an anxiety disorder and sleeping
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warm. steady. solid. strong.
there were a great many adjectives available in the lexicon of your relationship to describe Jason. he was everything you ever wanted, despite his roughness around the edges he was loving and emotional and understanding 100% of the time, and usually just his presence was enough to soothe you. but not tonight. and yet, the shame seeps in as you writhe in the sheets, shifting and groaning every few minutes as your inability to calm down deprives you of much needed sleep.
the room is cold, and the whir of your air conditioning unit keeps you up, and yet you know that turning it off would result in the terrible heat causing even more discomfort, not just for you but for your partner as well. Gotham is not a quiet city, and every sound you hear outside results in your mind running rampant. to be fair, you had managed to fall asleep earlier, but another brutal nightmare had woken you roughly two hours ago. since then, you've been trapped in the strange in between state of reality and exhaustion, too spooked to go back to sleep and yet too embarrassed to do anything about it. you'd rather eat a bag of hair than wake Jason, its so rare that he gets to sleep so soundly and it would be utterly selfish to do so.
selfish. embarrassing. hurting. scared.
there were a great many adjectives in the lexicon of your self esteem to describe how you feel.
you hate being like this. you hate feeling this way, like everyone who gets close to you is burdened by your baggage. you're a grown adult, and yet you're left quivering in bed because you can't sleep.
the monologue in your head never ceases, even when you most want it to. you're tempted to attempt smothering your head in your pillow, but death by suffocation sounds painful. scary. as the thought crosses your mind, a police siren whirls by in the city streets far below, and you jerk violently. Jason twitches beside you and you still instantly, hands forming fists as they dig into the mattress. you hate having to treat yourself like a toddler just to soothe yourself.
its okay. you're okay.
you swallow hard, pushing back the lump in your throat that threatens to submerge your dwindling control into tears. nighttime has always been hard for you. from night terrors for years in your youth to whatever this is, sleep has never come easy- which is why you and Jason work so well. your schedules often align as you find no difficulty in staying up late to greet him after his vigilante work, and despite his concerns on your wellbeing he appreciates being waited upon all the same. theres a sweetness to it, but also an understanding, a recognition about what the night entails for the both of you. he comes home to you with the cold of the city still lingering on his frame, yet his hands are warm. you welcome him with the warmth of a home, yet your hands are cold. you understand him and his trauma, he understands yours. its a give and take, a balance.
except, the scales are unequal now, because tonight was good. theres no reason for you to be so scared. you had a good day, you took your medication on time. your anxiety was manageable. everything was fine. good, even. Jason came home early unscathed, so early you got to eat dinner and shower together. together. you had done everything together today. and yet now you feel more alone than ever, the only thing grounding you being his rhythmic breathing and the soft warmth of his bicep pressing into your side, the rest of his arm tucked under the pillow beneath his face.
before you even realize, slow tears are trickling down your face. you hate this. this is the worst part. its embarrassing, and it makes your insides feel rotten. you hate when your anxiety takes control, when your body is too exhausted to fight back and you're just left gasping for air. this anxiety attack is quick, sudden, but it doesn't catch you off guard. you felt it festering since you woke up, and you knew the millisecond your frustration reached its peak it would explode. still, you don't want to wake Jason. you can't, you won't, it would make you a terrible partner. a terrible person. selfish. sick. what is wrong with you?
you bury your head in your hands, turning away from him with a shuddering sob. its not fair. why does it always have to happen at the worst tiems? as you begin to shake, you feel the mattress shift behind your back. Jason stirs, groaning slowly as his arm stretches out, pawing at you to pull you in close. finding you out of reach, he groans, fully rousing himself as he pulls himself up on his elbows.
"why're you s'far away?" he murmurs, turning to face you. you feel horrible. he sounds exhausted. you feel exhausted. you can't do this. you open your mouth to reply, but all that escapes is another embarrassing sob, and Jason stiffens.
"hey?" he scoots over, closer until he's right behind you, peering over your shoulder to see your trembling form, your face buried in your hands. "hey, hey, shhh," he murmurs, pulling you around until you're begrudgingly facing him. you bury your face in your hands once again, shrinking down until you are small, so small. you wish you were invisible, he shouldn't have to deal with this.
Jason pulls you in immediately, watching intently as you bury your head in your pillow, hands still shielding your face from view. your current position curled in on yourself, half on your side half on your stomach leaves your back exposed, and a steady hand moves to rest there. after a few seconds of gently holding you, his big, warm hand rubs up and down, slow. warm. steady. solid. strong. his reassurance only makes you sob harder, and his brow furrows.
"rough night?" he whispers, not requiring an answer but gently prodding. only taking what you're willing to give. "did y'have another nightmare?" you listen to his words, struggling to keep your breathing under control as you gasp through sobs. you nod slowly and he hums in understanding.
"how long were you awake?"
you manage to croak out that you woke up around 2:30, and his grimace deepens at the sight of the alarm clock indicating the rapid approaching of 5 am.
"you've been handling this alone?" he whispers, and you want to scream. he's so good to you. he's so gentle. you aren't worth it.
"m'sorry," you sputter, still refusing to look at him. "didn't want t'wake you". your voice is slurred from your active crying, and he gives you a strange look.
"hey, hey. look at me." a firm hand grabs your wrist, gently peeling your own hands away from your face. you swallow hard, lip trembling as your gasping sobs continue on. his gaze meets yours, steady but loving, illuminated by the street lights outside.
"i want you to wake me up." he says, and you shake your head. your hands raise to shield yourself once again, to disappear, but he stops them. "m'serious, y/n. i want you", he rasps, pulling you in close as he does so, "to wake me." the hand on your back slips under your shirt to brush over your bare skin, and a shiver runs up your spine at the warmth of his hands. he's like the sun, you think wildly. your own personal sun. the hand not running ministrations on your back is wrapped around your hands, thumb rubbing gently over your skin. "i want to help you. 'want to be there for you. but i can only do that if you let me in."
you nod, still blubbering but feeling slightly comforted by his words. the hand holding your own lets go, and suddenly Jason Todd, the literal red hood, is holding out his pinkie towards you for a pinkie swear. its the only thing he can think of, he doesn't want to stress you out more by seeming frustrated, but he wants to make his point.
"promise me you'll wake me next time," he whispers, and slowly, your pinkie wraps around his.
"promise", you reply, voice hoarse and shaky. Jasons lip quirks up in a small grin. you're still crying, still scared, even still shaking, but slowl y, everything doesn't feel so all consuming anymore. Jason is here, he's solid and real and steady. you don't know why he puts up with you.
"y'should be mad at me", you choke out, and he just shakes his head.
"m'never mad at you. not for shit like this. hell, i make you put up with ten times worse in the regular". he sighs heavily, and you curl into him. he can't help it as his grin spreads, noticing how you're no longer hiding from him, but with him. as you tuck your head into the nook of his jaw, you can feel his neck flexing against your cheek as he continues speaking, the heat of his breath dusting your temple. his pinkie is still interlocked with yours.
"i'd rather never sleep again than know i couldn't help you. you are my girl/boy after all", he husks, and you roll your eyes.
"you're mine too, then", you mumble, and he hums. "wouldn't have it any other way".
you both lay there in silence for a while, until your breathing is steady and the tears have stopped. his hand doesn't stop his ministrations on your back, and you count his breaths as your eyelids droop. suddenly, you pull yourself up slightly to glance over at the time, and curse lowly. in just a few hours you'll have to get up and get ready for work, and it fills you with so much dread that you want to cry again. as though Jason can sense your anxiety spiking, his pinkie squeezes yours and he kisses your forehead.
"lay down", he coos, gently coaxing you back into his embrace. "i'll call you out of work in the morning, and we'll spend the day together. and then the weekend together. you need rest," he says, in the tone tha tells you he won't take no for an answer.
"but-" you open your mouth to disagree and he silences you with a quick peck on the lips.
"don't argue. you need rest. you deserve it."
"if i took all the days off you say i've 'deserved' and 'needed' over these past few months i'd lose my job."
he scoffs lovingly, his nose brushing against your ear as he whispers to you.
"s' not like you need that job anyway. i make enough money f'the both of us."
"from drug dealers. and loans from your father. believe it or not, Todd, thats not a steady source of income."
Jason chuckles.
"close enough though," he replies, and you can't help but tuck yourself further against him, nestling your face into his warm collarbone as he continues. " 'sides, is it wrong to want to spoil you?"
"its not just about the money, Jay, s'about independence," you counter, and he hums thoughtfully.
"you are very independent, but i am not." he accentuates his words by rolling on top of you, wrapping his arms around you like you're his own personal teddy bear and absolutely burying himself into the crook of your neck.
"ill call you out later. now go to sleep". he mumbles, and you groan. theres no way you're getting up now with his entire body weight on top of you, and you can't deny that taking this today, a Friday, off to spend the whole weekend with him wasn't enticing.
"...fine. i'll stay home i suppose"
"knew you'd cave in", he grins, and you feel his smile against your skin. you poke his back and he jerks, pinching your side and chuckling when you squirm. normally he'd tease you mpre, but he's soft when he's tired, and he's wary of not hurting your feelings in your vulnerable position. and maybe, just maybe, Jason wants to be soft on you. for you. sue him.
"go back t'sleep," he murmurs into your warmth, already feeling his eyes drifting shut. "i'll take care of everything in the morning. you rest."
you hum, already feeling sleepy from your crying. he's so warm, so safe, so utterly sweet as his breathing begins to slow against your neck, and it isn't long before you can feel yourself beginning to slip into unconsciousness.
just before sleep takes you, you let out a low whisper.
"jay?"
"mhnm?"
"i love you".
"love you more".
"m-mm."
"mhm"
"g'night.."
"night"
๐ฅa/n: woawoeowon i hope u enjoyed !!!! this was a really interesting and fun fic to write, albeit a bit mid and on the shorter side its very very personal to me as i have been struggling a Lot over the past year. as others have noticed, i havent written in genuinely months, and this is the second thing i ahve written in about a year. i had a lot of difficult challenges in my life recently, but in trying to get back into writing bc it really is a part of me. i started writing fanfic to deal witb harder times in my life, then i had to stop because of those times and to focus on my mental health, and now i am starting again. hopefully better than before. ty to everyone who has supported me thus far, ily all and i am truly trying my best to get back into writing again bc i miss it and love it so much !!! this fic is very much about my own experiences and journey with sleeping, and i love jason sm. pls feel free to send in any requests and as always likes comments and reblogs are appreciated !!!
Sometimes you need to appreciate the little things in life.
The rain falling down a window, the laughter of a friend, a stranger holding the door open for you, the rustle of the leaves, the warm sunshine on a cold day... And a shot of tequila.
REPOSTED FROM MY OLD BLOG. L x Reader (reader has a pussy but no gendered pronouns are used.) NSFW. L wants to try sex, and who better to try it with than you. P in V. Cunnilingus. Friends to lovers. 3.7k words. MDNI.
BELONGING
You turn the page on the book youโre reading, balancing it between the edge of the diner booth table and the heel of your palm. Of course, youโre aware that L is staring at you; he often is.
Ordinarily itโs simply because he feels comfortable with you, because those wide saucer eyes need somewhere to focus and youโre a safe option. But today you could swear thereโs something unspoken and unfamiliar between you. For one, heโs more talkative than usual.
โTwo years, three months andโฆ a week? Is that right?โ he mutters to himself. โI believe so. Thatโs not exactly long in the grand scheme of things. But is it long enough?โ As usual, he crouches with his bare feet on the seat, thumbing his lower lip with one hand while the other rests on his knee.
Youโre used to the way L talks to himself when heโs working through something, so you donโt comment on his little monologue.
โDid you decide what to order yet?โ you ask, slotting a postcard from Tokyo between the pages of your book to hold your place.
โChocolate cream pie.โ Lโs eyes dart down to the makeshift bookmark. โAh, you kept it?โ
โOf course. I never throw out any of the postcards you send me from your trips.โ
The barest hint of a smile curves his lips as his gaze lifts back to you, wordlessly letting you know that your gesture means a lot to him. Over the years, you and L have grown close; comfortable in each other's company, often seeking each other out simply to be near to one another. Heโs the type of friend you can spend hours just sitting beside, watching raindrops slide down the windows, neither of you speaking, the silence between you as comforting as conversation.
L eases your anxieties and youโ at least you hopeโ ease his. Though earning that trust and camaraderie has been a slow process; one which has taken two yearsโฆ three months andโฆ a week.
โThat's how long it's been since we met, isn't it?โ You ask, picking up your water to take a sip. โThat's what you're thinking about.โ
โYes.โ He picks up the sugar shaker and pours about a fifth of its contents into his teacup. โYou should know, I'm debating whether to ask you if you would be willing to have sex with me.โ
He doesn't even flinch when you splutter into your glass. Surely you heard wrong. โHuh?โ
โIt's something I'm considering,โ he says, stirring the sugar into his tea, pincering the teaspoon with his thumb and forefinger and watching it intensely as he speaks. In all the years you've known him, you've never seen him grasp anything with his whole hand. โI've felt the urge and lately it's become quite persistent. And if I were to explore that avenue I would want it to be with someone I trust. That really only leaves Watari, which is out of the question, a handful of colleagues, which isโฆ a little better but hmโฆ no. Or you. And I'll admit, I have a significant desire for it to be you.โ
The world stops spinning for a moment, your racing heart drowns out your thoughts. โHuh?โ
โDon't worry. I haven't decided if I'll ask you yet.โ
โUh huh.โ
He looks up with genuine concern in his eyes. โAm I making you uncomfortable?โ
โNo! Noโฆ it's justโฆ I didn't expect it.โ
โWell that makes two of us,โ he says, sipping the tea with an audible slurp. โA lot happened in Tokyo, as youโre aware. It gave me a lot to consider, andโฆ if Iโm honest, brought home the fleeting nature of life.โ He takes another sip and then stares directly into your eyes. โI think I will ask you.โ
โ...okayโฆโ
โWill you have sex with me?โ
โYes.โ Your face heats as his dark eyes continue watching you, his expression completely neutral. You have to admit, in the two years, three months, and a week since you met him you've wondered about it, but it wasn't until he asked that you realized just how badly you want him. โYes I will.โ
โThank you.โ He lowers his gaze to the menu in front of him, worrying his lips with the tip of his thumb. โMaybe I want strawberry shortcake instead of chocolate cream. Hmโฆ thatโs a conundrum.โ
โYou could get both?โ you suggest with a playful smile, trying to relieve a little of the tension youโre feeling. โYou successfully cracked the Kira case, and got home safely. We should celebrate.โ
His wide eyes dart to you for a moment, shock registering over his face as he considers it. โYes, youโre right. Both. One for now and one for after we're done. That sounds like it could be nice.โ
โYou want to.. umโฆdo it tonight?โ
โYes. I was thinking we could after we're finished here. Is that alright?โ
You nod, still a little thrown off kilter by this sudden turn of events. But is it really all that sudden? Youโve felt something more than friendship toward L for a while now, and heโs comfortable around you, he likes to spend time with you; youโre soothing to him in a way, just as he is to you.
And, to be frank, Lโs handsome. And completely unaware of it which only makes him hotter.
However, you canโt help but question whether it will change things between you. Will your friendship suffer for the sake of one night?
โI promise I wonโt be weird about it,โ L says, his gaze fixed on you once more. He always has had a way of figuring out exactly what youโre thinking, almost as if he can read your mind. But no, heโs just that smart and that good at reading people. โWe can go right back to being friends afterward if we wish. Communication is key. And of course, if youโre in any way uncomfortable or hesitantโโ
โIโm not. I want this.โ Your sudden admission makes his eyes widen and your heart skip. Yes, you want it. You want him. Bad.
***
Itโs a little after eight when Lโs car drops you both off at a hotel.
โI figured a neutral place would work best for us,โ he explains as you step into the elevator beside him and the porter presses the button for the top floor suite. โThat way either of us can simply leave ifโฆโ he trails off, staring straight ahead for a moment before his gaze turns back to you. โIโm sure weโll haveโฆ Itโll beโฆ hmโฆ is fun the right word? It sounds wrong.โ
The air between you grows heavy as you stand side-by-side, the porterโs presence holding you back from saying everything you want to. An overwhelming need to reassure L, to make sure he knows that you want him to feel good in every conceivable way, from physical pleasure to comfort and safety, fills you, but the words sit behind a dam at the back of your throat.
When you glance over at L, heโs watching you, his wide eyes studying your facial expressions. And then he side-steps closer to you, the back of his hand nudging yours; such a simple and casual gesture that lets you know heโs there.
โFun, yeah,โ you say.
โOkay, so if you start laughing it means Iโm doing well. Understood.โ
He delivers the line so flatly it makes you splutter, drawing the attention of the porter. And just like that he sets you at ease; L, your strange, brilliant, enigmatic friend.
Your friend who takes you to the penthouse suite with every intention of fucking you but who first gives you a tour, opening the fully stocked refrigerator and telling you to help yourself.
โI asked them to provide refreshments. Sex burns calories and it seemed polite to make sure your energy reserves were replenished,โ he says, pushing aside a plate of chocolate eclairs to place his strawberry shortcake from the diner into the fridge. He then takes you to the bathroom, instructs you on how to turn on the shower and adjust the heat. Then demonstrates the functions of the TVs remote control and the numbers to dial for room service as displayed on the phone by the bedside. And thenโ
"Lโฆ are you nervous?โ
โAh, is it obvious?โ
โA little. But it's okay,โ you say, gently taking his hand in yours. โI kinda am too.โ
โIโmโฆ struggling with the issue of initiation,โ he says flatly, glancing down at your joined hands. โIf you wouldnโt mindโฆ taking the lead.โ
โOkay,โ you say, stepping toward him. โHow about we start with kissing?โ
โKissing? Yes. Weโll try that.โ
Your heart thrums as you lean in and L mirrors your movement, the space between you shrinking by tentative inches. Lโs eyes remain wide open as you close the gap and allow your lips to touch his, an almost painful dart of excitement shooting through you at the sensation.
He inhales sharply, draws back, and then leans in once again.
His lips are stiff at first, but warm, and still taste faintly of chocolate cake. The first few moments consist of you kissing L, and him standing frozen like a deer in the headlights. Fearing heโs not into it you pull back, only for him to close the gap again instantly, this time his lips seeking yours. Only the very tips of his fingers rest on your shoulders, as though he isnโt quite sure what to do with his hands. His kiss is soft and shallow; little butterfly kisses which cause a giddy, tingling sensation to bubble in your chest.
His tongue shyly flicks against your lower lip, seeking affirmation and permission. And you grant it, winding your arms around his waist and pulling him closer, rewarded for your boldness with another low, approving groan.
His fingers cautiously slide up to your neck before coming to rest on your jaw. A quiet rumble of pleasure emerges from his throat as his confidence grows and his kiss deepens, and before long, L is kissing you like your lips contain the answers to every one of the worldโs mysteries. Those little sounds of pleasure hum against your lips. And when you open your eyes to check whether his are still wide, you find he's closed them, his dark eyelashes resting on his cheeks, his expression serene and lost in the sensation of your kiss.
โHmโฆโ he mutters as you break apart for air. โIโm enjoying this more than I thought I would.โ
โGood, me too.โ
โIโm aware how clinical this sounds but I have researched different ways to approach this, and the universal consensus from both reputable and anecdotal sources is that we will both enjoy it much more ifโฆ you areโฆ aroused.โ He looks up and away for a moment, tracing the lower ridge of his lip with his thumb as if trying to recall something. โIf youโreโฆwet.โ
โOh, well, yeahโโ
L draws closer, his breath warm as he whispers by your ear, โI want to get you wet.โ
The air catches in your lungs, a preemptive pulse of pleasure throbbing between your thighs as his lips begin to explore the sensitive skin of your neck. L has always had a way of putting things plainly.
โIโve read that neck kisses help,โ he mutters, his words muffled against your skin. โAs well as stimulating your breasts and your clitoris with my fingersโฆ and my tongue. The thought of that appeals to me. I would like to try it.โ
โHahโฆ of course. Youโre already doingโฆ doing a good jobโฆโ you breathe out as he continues to kiss your throat, his unruly black hair tickling your jaw and shoulder, his fingers ever-so-gently mapping the curve of your cheeks.
After a moment he pulls back, studying your face before his gaze drops to your lips. โReally? Interesting. Iโd thought it would be harder; pun not intended but it deserves to be recognized nevertheless. I do have an erection simply from kissing you. But while our genitals seem to already reached near optimal physical states for sex to occur, I would still like to continue, as planned, with exploration and cunnilingus if youโre happy to proceedโโ His words are cut off as you return his gesture, kissing the firm column of his neck, your tongue sliding up the deep groove of muscle traversing its length. โOh! Ohโฆโ
โThat good?โ
He nods. โExtremely so-hoh.โ
Heโs so responsive to your touch, his breath catching in his throat, his fingers trembling against your upper arms. You very quickly become proficient at pulling gasps and breathy moans from him, every inch of him so incredibly sensitive. A choked groan emerges from him as your hands wander down to the hem of his shirt, your fingers caressing the warm, supple skin of his abdomen and the coarse trail of hair leading down to his waistband.
You break away from kissing his neck long enough to pull his shirt up over his head, your hands coming to rest in the subtle curve of his waist. He follows your lead, tugging at your top, breath heavy, hands clumsy and eager. The moment your skin is exposed he tilts his hips toward you, back arching so he can press his body to yours. Hungry for the comfort of your touch, your skin against his, your warmth, your softness. He soaks it in, his lips finding yours once more.
When he slips down his jeans without pulling away from your lips, his cock prods at you through his boxers, just as eager as the rest of him, and unmistakably large.
And he's so hungry for you, so keen to experience it all. The moment you unclasp your bra and toss it aside, his mouth is on your breasts, deep groans telegraphing his pleasure. He kisses them so softly, so carefully you find yourself arching up against his mouth, silently demanding more. Maddeningly gentle. Deliciously sweet.
Together, you shed off the rest of your clothes and stumble toward the bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress while he bends down with you, unwilling to take his mouth off you for even a second. Your hands trace the lean shape of his body, his pale skin pebbling at your touch.
His kisses trail down your chest, your belly, your hips, his lips leaving tingles of pleasure in their wake. Slender fingers part your thighs as he crouches between them, his breath warm against your pussy. A quiet hum of contemplation rolls from his throat and he touches his fingertip to your clit. Those wide eyes gaze at you, somehow filled with both knowledge and innocence, and an unspoken question you hear loud and clearโฆ
Is this right?
โYesโฆโ itโs all you can choke out before he sticks out his tongue and licks.
The sudden shock of pleasure pulls a gasp from you. His tongue is slippery, soft, warm, and hesitant at first until he gets the taste for you and a switch flips. If some part of you had worried that he wouldn't like the taste, you're dead wrong. L devours you, his tongue slipping between your pussy lips, dragging along your slit, circling and lapping at your clit. His groans reverberate through you, his face buried eagerly between your thighs, hands greedily keeping them apart, feathery black hair tickling your skin.
Perhaps it shouldn't come as a surprise heโs good with his mouthโ you've watched him tie cherry stalks with his tongue after allโ but the fervent hunger, his insatiable desire to taste you, that you didn't expect.
And apparently, neither did he. He pulls back briefly, his ashen cheeks for once a little pinker, his eyelids heavy and unable to tear their gaze from your pussy.
โThisโฆ might actually be better than cake.โ
You laugh, despite your frustration at the loss of his touch. โDon't stopโฆโ
โOh! Rightโฆโ he leans in, placing a slow, open mouthed kiss on your clit, his tongue so soft and gentle you find yourself arching your back, rocking your hips against his mouth, desperate for more pressure.
Dark eyes flick up to you, and you can tell he's pleased, he enjoys your reactions. Just as he enjoys it when you run your hands through his hair, stopping at the back of his head, gently holding him against you. He reads your body language perfectly, picking up the pace, increasing the pressure, licking you with renewed fervor, driving you closerโฆ closerโฆ
โMmhhhโฆ hmmmโฆโ he murmurs, fingers digging slightly deeper into the plush of your thighs when they start to tremble. Every breath huffs from his nose as he refuses to let up, his lips forming a tight seal around your clit as he licks and licks. The wet, sucking sound of his mouth against your tender flesh makes it all the better; so lewd, so utterly primal.
And when you cum, his eyes shoot back up to you, his expression a mix of shock and wonder at the sensation of your pussy pulsing beneath his lips. He doesnโt let up until you tell him to, and even then heโs slow to do so, sighing softly as he tenderly and affectionately kisses your throbbing clit.
When he rocks back on his heels, still crouched, heโs hazy-eyed, flushed, breathless. A creamy bead of pre-cum trickles from the tip of his cock as he licks his lips. โI enjoyed that far more than I expected I would. If you asked me to do it again, I doubt Iโd hesitate.โ
You nod, heat tingling beneath the surface of your skin. โYouโre good at it.โ
โAh! Good.โ He glances down at his weeping cock. โAre you still happy to continue?โ
โGod, yes.โ
โOh, weโre at the petnames stage already? Iโm flattered.โ He pauses, staring directly into your eyes. โThat was an attempt at a joke, I believe Iโm deflecting a little, trying to mask my nerves with humor.โ
Oh Lโฆ you canโt help but feel so hopelessly endeared to him. This sweet, strange, wonderful man who just ate your pussy like it was his first meal in years, and yet still feels nervous when really youโre already completely satisfied.
โHow about if I take the lead? You can just lie back andโฆ feelโฆโ you offer.
He contemplates it for a moment, tapping his thumb against his cupidโs bow. โYes. I think I would like that. And you can have extra cake later for doing all the hard work. That was another attempt at humor.โ
โCake and sex? Win win.โ You pat the bed beside you. โCome on, weโll take it nice and easy. Iโll stop when you say when.โ
โIโm very glad I asked you to share this with me,โ he says as he climbs onto the bed and lies back, one hand resting on his stomach, the other still worrying his lips. โI feelโฆ safe. Comfortable. Thereโs a sense of belonging here with you which makes this all far more pleasant andโฆ a little less terrifying.โ
โThereโs no need to be scared,โ you say softly, kissing the fingers resting on his lips as you straddle him.
โRest assured I do feel safe with you. Butโฆ I do feel a little exposed laid out flat like this. It isnโt a natural position for me to be in. Would you mind if Iโฆโ He experimentally bends his legs, raising his knees so his thighs are flush with your ass. โIs this okay?โ
It means you have to keep your weight forward, your hands braced on the pillow either side of his head and your chest flush with his. But it also means your faces are close; close enough to kiss, close enough that you can take his hand in yours, interlocking your fingers together on the pillow. โItโs more than okay.โ
โThis. This is nice,โ he whispers,โ the tip of his nose grazing against yours. โI feel good. Safe. Thank you.โ
You treat him so tenderly he shivers as you kiss his lips, his jaw, then down his neck to his chest. His breath catches as your lips graze his nipple, and his hips jut upward against you. The moment the head of his cock nudges your pussy his eyes widen and his lips part.
โCertainlyโฆ very wet. And warm.โ His other hand darts down to hold your hip, subtly urging you downward.
The tip of his cock feels almost impossibly fat against your entrance. You kiss your way back up his throat to look him in the eyes. โYes?โ
โYes!โ He quivers, nodding to reaffirm his consent, eyes wide, lips open around his heavy breaths. โContinue. I want toโฆ feelโฆ ohโฆโ He freezes the moment you lower yourself onto him and feels your wet heat consume him. โOhโฆ you areโฆ extremely warm. Soft. Hohโฆ wetโฆโ
You kiss him softly, smiling that his usual eloquence has been reduced to a quiet stream of grunts and adjectives. His grip on your hand tightens the moment you rock your hips.
โAh! Itโsโฆ itโs goodโฆโ he murmurs, his lips once again seeking yours, though even their deftness is lacking. His kiss is soft and uncoordinated, his moans muffled against your lips, his breaths catching in his throat before he can properly exhale.
And he feels good for you too. Not just the intoxicating stretch, or the way the pair of you slowly grind your hips together, faces so close youโre sharing the same air. For those few minutes there was never any Kira case, never any fear he would become nothing more than a name on a neverending list of victims. He isnโt even just a beloved friend youโre doing this with once so he can know what it feels like. Heโs simply Lโฆ your Lโฆ and youโre together, right where you belong.
His eyes close and he inhales sharply, his cock throbbing inside you as he lifts his head and buries it in the crook of your neck, curling up as much as he can with your weight on top of him.
โGyaโฆ shhhโฆ ah! Ah!โ He groans and hisses against your shoulder, his orgasm causing him to tremble. โD-donโtโฆโ he gasps. โDonโt stop. Not yet. Stay with me. Please.โ
โOkay,โ you assure him, kissing him softly once more. โIโll stay.โ
And you do. You stay with him in bed for hours, kissing, experimenting, hiding from the world together. You stay with him and eat cake after that. And you stay with him in the hotel bed watching raindrops slide down the windowpane while he curls up in your arms and reiterates the simple truthโฆ
Demon Slayer ๐บ๐ด๐ฅI combined two pieces for this one, โSt. Georgeโ by Solomon J Solomon and โMichael defeats Satanโ by Guido Reni. I love the motif of Tanjiro holding Nezuko while slaying Muzan. Iโm a little sad his katana wouldnโt work for this piece (as katanas are shorter in terms of swords and are typically wielded with both hands contrary to western swords) But I love how it turned out regardless! I love Nezukoโs little manicure ๐ and I chose to go with Tanjiroโs less controversial earrings. Muzan doesnโt look half bad down there ๐ณ
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