Anyways here’s a small Rindo x reader, fluffy and smutty bc I’m tired 😗✌️ sorry I haven’t written in a while, college is tough and I feel like I’m losing my mind 😝 anyways hope you’ll like it and forgive my blatant mischaracterization (or maybe he just soft like that sometimes 🥰)
The winter was harsh. It was still dark in the room that morning, the sun wasn’t out yet, but you had to be. You felt his warmth behind you, a heavy hand on your belly, his chest against your back. You didn’t want to move, it was too comfortable.
You groaned a bit, not loud enough to wake him up, just enough to make up your mind about finally getting out of bed. You tried moving his arm, but this simple action made him hold on tighter. You sighed.
- "Rin… I have to get up…" Your voice was tired, low, just enough to betray you.
No answers, just a tired groan against your neck, his arm tighter around your waist, and his leg on top of yours. You were trapped.
- "Jus’ five minutes…" He murmured, his voice sending vibrations on your skin.
He had that morning voice, low and a bit hoarse, yet soft, the kind that made you want to give up on everything else. You can’t help but smile. Winter mornings are always like that with him.
You feel him move slowly, his hand wandering under your shirt. Slowly, lazily stroking your stomach, feeling up your skin. His pelvis was already slotting against your lower body as he sighed softly.
- "Fuck… Y’feel good, y’know?.." He groaned against your neck, kissing your skin, then going down your shoulder. You could feel his warmth behind breath, his tongue lazily swiping across like he wanted your taste first thing in the morning.
You whimpered as he took in your scent, your taste, feeling your own resolve slowly disappearing as he gave you more of that tired, heavy attention.
You felt him smile, his palm caressing your stomach, stroking your hip, feeling you up but never grabbing.
- "Wanna stay like that a bit more?.." He punctuated his question with a slow roll of his hips, slow, tender, like he wanted to be buried in your warmth. He didn’t set up a rhythm, he just wanted to melt against you.
You didn’t answer, simply arching your back a bit so you could feel him hardening against you. Your body was craving his warmth, still too tired to fight its own desires.
His hand slowly moves down, slipping under the waistband of your pajamas, lazy fingers rubbing gently. He was still whispering in your ear, things you could barely hear, like they were more meant for himself.
- "Stay here… fuck… so soft…"
He was more talkative than usual, probably because of the cold that was awaiting you two outside. He continued kissing and licking your shoulder, your neck, sometimes nibbling softly.
You arched a bit more, stirring up a moan against your skin. You want it too, he can feel it. Your skin warming up, your breath getting uneven, even your hand sliding on top of his while he was rubbing you.
- "Yeah… Jus’ like that babe…"
He continued his movements, lazy rubbing, slow thrusting between your clothed bodies, his mouth always somewhere on your skin. Without urgency, just the two of you. He can’t help but let out a low laugh every time you moan. He likes you like that. Soft, trusting him, wanting him, feeling good in his arms.
He takes his time while bringing you to the edge, fingers working slowly but never losing the rhythm, never depriving you. When you finally come, your thighs clenching around his hand, he simple rubs himself a few more times against you before slowing down, letting his high go up and down. He sighs, bringing you even closer to him.
- "C’mon, stay a bit more…"
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