"your heart sings to me, darling" ft. nakedtoaster
cardiophilia: the arousal from a heartbeat
note from seocchi
This bitch probably has such a fucked up heartbeat anyways
tags & warnings
gn!reader, nsfw, Toasty is missing a dick, mix of cardio and audiophilia, fingering
The first time you asked him to listen to his heartbeat, he was beyond confused. They thought you were worried about their health (which you were, but that wasn't the reason you asked), but complied anyway after a bit of asking.
It didn't take long for you to roll onto your front, nestling your cheek into his chest. You would've honestly assumed the energy drinks were getting to him if you didn't see the bright red flush to his skin.
His breaths were even, almost mechanically so, as you listened to his fast-beating heart. They often hid their feelings from you... or tried to, at least. But like this, it was impossible. They were entirely vulnerable to you with no way to mask it; it was beyond exhilarating.
You found your hands slinking past their waistband, the increase in their pulse forcing a hot feeling to come to life and pool in your lower stomach. "Perfect... you sound perfect, baby."
"Fuck... don't say that," he groaned breathily, a fervent crimson flushing his skin to accompany his pounding heart.
"It's true, though." Your fingers found their way through the coarse hair that grew low on their pelvic bone, slotting between the soft pleat of skin between their thighs. "I can hear how fast your heart gets when I touch you."
You could hear his breath hitch at your comment, the beat of his heart thrumming an anxious rhythm as something slick leaked between your fingers.
He hated how you were so close, able to witness every reaction you pulled from him. You, however, were bathing in the raw verity he offered you without so much as a word, drinking it in like water to a dehydrated orchid.
The groan he let out when you dipped your fingertips into his warmth mingled with the steadily quick heartbeat that sang you a lively aria. "Fuck..."
Their body slowly relaxed as you eased yourself into the heat of their insides, the warmth climbing up your hands the deeper you pushed.
You drew yourself impossibly closer, addicted to the way their chest vibrated with quiet whines and groans, heart hitting a crescendo as you curled your fingers against the wet skin.
Slick sap ran down your cramping fingers as you rubbed uneven circles into his pulsing bud with your thumb, barely able to move with how tightly he squeezed around you.
It wasn't long before he began to squirm under your body, muscles jerking with pleasure. The way his heart pounded wildly against your own, chests thrumming in sync... it made your own stomach flutter and churn with desire.
With a stutter of their hips, they released over your hands, the tension fading from their body as you pulled out. For a moment, all you heard was your pounding hearts and the heavy breaths he pushed out.
But, unfortunately for your boyfriend, a moment was all you needed.
