Back with more Ghost song lyric prompts! Second lyric taken from the list @mcgibbykins sent (thank you again!). This one is:
Tell me who you wanna be, And I will set you free
18+ MDNI. Terzo x sexually insecure/shy reader. Reader has breasts and a vagina/clit. ~1.4 words. Vaginal fingering, oral (reader receiving), sweet Terzo who is also a bit of a shit, AKA Terzo ragebaits you into having some confidence.
Terzo is a very patient man. Every time you recoil from his touch, purposefully or not, or attempt to cover up while he undresses you, he simply smiles and waits. Your apologies are shushed and your tears are dried. His assurances and encouragement are as persistent as the voice in your head that works so hard to entrench the shame you have learned.
You tell him often that you don't want to be like this. He knows. He is content to take his time to unravel you and determined in his efforts to find out what makes you tick. Even his soothing is too much for you sometimes, his praise being so sincere and heartfelt that it physically hurts.
But no matter how much you struggle and lament, he still takes you in his arms. Still holds you and attempts to kiss away your insecurities. Still shows you how much he wants you with every shape he traces on your skin. Despite your lingering reticence, his unwavering kindness has broken down some of your walls. However, you still have a lot of work to do.
He wants to try a different approach tonight.
He makes you say it. He makes you put your desire into words. You stammer and stumble over them but you get them out eventually.
"I want to be touched. I want to be the sort of person who can ask for what they need."
Your honesty is rewarded briefly by his mouth on yours. "You need to give yourself permission. Permission to demand it."
He sees the fear freeze you. You don't know how. You don't know if you can let go of all of baggage.
"If you cannot give yourself permission, then take mine. Here, now, in this room, you have my permission. To be brave. Free. To be whoever you want to be."
As you are trying to conjure the confidence he thinks you are capable of, he turns away from you. He quietly disrobes and climbs on to his bed, kneeling in its centre to wait for you.
You take a deep breath and begin to strip. He watches intently, following your fingers as they unbutton and unclasp until you are wearing nothing but a blush. Once you are completely bare, you climb on to the bed and he immediately crawls to you, stopping just short of being within reach. Before you can think yourself out of it, you close the distance to straddle his thighs and pull his mouth to yours.
His smile momentarily hinders him from kissing you back but he catches up quickly. As your hands explore his torso, his own mirror your movements but deliberately avoid all of the places you would like them to be. Even as you thumb over his nipple, his fingertips merely brush over yours, plausibly by accident, and you whine against his lips.
Trying not to take his low chuckle too personally, you resist the urge to pout and instead decide to be more direct. You grab his hand and forcefully shove it on to your chest, which only makes him laugh harder. Even worse, he retracts.
"You said you wanted to ask," he tuts, with a playfully admonishing glare. "That is cheating."
While you are no stranger to falling under his borderline arrogant charm, you're not in the mood for it right now. You grab the back of his neck and drag him closer, kissing him and pawing at him harder with the hope you can power through his restraint. But it's no use; he continues to reciprocate in a measured, almost apathetic way which upgrades your aggravation to taking offence. Although your confidence has evidently increased, it's not the way he wants it.
You give in to petulance, making the best sad eyes you can muster as you lean away from him. Just as he has can disarm you with smarm, you also have your ways. He sighs and offers his best apologetic grimace with a quick peck to your lips for emphasis, but it doesn't stop you climbing off him. As he tries to protest, you crawl towards the pillows and lie down. When you beckon him closer with a curling of your finger, his smile returns.
"Come here," you say as he hovers over you, and he dives into your neck allowing you to wrap your arms around him.
Apparently happy that his approach seems to be effective, he softens as he presses against you. He mouths gently downward and lavishes attention across your chest. You close your eyes as your fingers slide into his hair, reframing any apprehension buzzing under your skin as the desire you feel for him. His hand following the curve of your hip and his breath tickling your ear opens you up further, and a moan escapes you as the ache inside you builds.
"You know what you need to do," he mutters, unable or unwilling to stop spreading kisses over you as he speaks. "Tell me."
His lips settle in the middle of your breasts, and he peeks through the curtain of his black hair curling over his eye to wait for your instruction. You try to obey even though your face is burning under his gaze but, as he drags his tongue up your breastbone in a flat stripe, your voice breaks into a shuddering whine.
"You want to cum, yes? Tell me how."
Gentle lips and warm breath on your skin help to ground you as you work up to the part you always find so difficult. The white of his eye flashes in and out of view with each subtle movement and its unwavering expectation pushes you closer to success. He doesn't need to say anything else; all of the times he had said it before playback in your mind so clearly he could be whispering it in your ear.
Direct. Straightforward. With no concern about sounding seductive or performing for him. Just say it.
"Touch me," you exhale. "Please, I-I want to you to—fuck, I… your fingers. Please."
"Very good," he says sincerely. "Like this?"
Delicately cupping you, his fingertip teases through your growing wetness and gradually pressing harder.
"Yes! A bit highe—ah!"
His patience is obviously waning as he nudges the pad of his thumb towards your clit before you get the words out, and lets a lazy grin spread across his face as you suck your lip between your teeth before he really even starts to touch you. He purrs as he watches you let go and affords his praise liberally as you bloom beneath him. Beginning to guide him further with pleas for more - harder or faster, or even another finger inside you - you feel the pride in yourself that he does.
When you open your eyes and find him barely an inch from your face, studying each line, twitch and expression, you don't shy away from it. It doesn't feel like scrutiny anymore. You share a look of approval and he continues to reward you. Not that it is solely for your benefit.
"You're going to cum on my fingers, hm?" He coos into your ear, his lips grazing its shell.
"Yes!" Another chuckle, but his next words are cut off. "And then on your tongue."
The faltering of his strokes almost throws you back into uncertainty but the burning trail his lips leave down your stomach quickly quells it. Any discipline or plan to teach is forgotten in favour of satisfying his desire to taste you. However, it does not stop him drawing it out a bit longer, only letting his the tip of his tongue nudge the edges of your sex as he savours the first drops of his own prize.
His mouth slips over to your thigh, still trying to pace himself somewhat. If it is for his own enjoyment or to ensure he does not overstimulate you, you're not sure. And you don't really care. You just need more. Your hand finds his hair and drags him back to where you need him. His eyes lock on to yours, ready to chastise you.
"Cheating."
Wholly on instinct, you tug at his scalp and his attempted reproach is muffled by a mouthful of you. His own natural instinct kicks in and his tongue explores as if it has no other purpose, and his exclamation of surprise transforms into a series of wanton moans.
Terzo can be a patient man, but he has his limits.
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