Cure to fatigue // Midorima Shintarō x Fem!Reader
MDNI 18+ knb kinktober entry!!
A/N: a short one but the tenderness of the thing makes me all aaaaaah `(*>﹏<*)′
Context: Nothing makes Shintarō happier than coming back to his pretty one.
Warnings: Sleepy sex, slight groping, cockwarming, Midorima is tired but fully conscious, reader is implied dominant, making Midorima whimper!! 🤭
Ever since Shintarō Midorima met you, coming home is the one thing he’s looking for. The warmth of his bed with you in it, a disconnect from reality when he meets you in the sheets – how can he not await that time of the day?
You’re conditioned to spot the sound of the key turning in the lock at the late hours of the night. Even in the deepest slumber – which you can’t really get into without him around – you will wake up naturally. Something about seeing his tired frame walk into the room, a lazy kiss on your forehead as he mumbles about his day; and your heart will fill of warmth knowing that you are in love with such a hard worker. Faint whiff of expensive perfume trailing behind him while he walks to the bathroom, where a warm bath awaits for him. It’s a sort of comfort, knowing that he’ll always come back home to you. You might wait a bit too long for him some days, but it’s all pointless because he always find you, naturally, instinctively.
“How have you been?” he coos when he walks out looking all fresh, safe for the bags under his eyes.
Shintarō has always looked so vulnerable without his glasses – long eyelashes giving him the look of an innocent creature, so far from the composed man who tries so hard to keep his head on his shoulders.
“The usual” you chuckle, he doesn’t need more to know about you. “Always happier when you’re home.”
“Don’t grow so dependent on me, you’re much more capable of blooming without me.”
You laugh softly, finding your way to his lap as he looks at you, slightly confused. From what he’s just said, he ‘s rather expecting you to slap him across the chest and tell him that he has no right to talk about himself that way. But here you are, leaning forward as your fingers thread the skin of his face delicately.
“Don’t be silly.”
He hums, nuzzling against your touch. You’re so soft to him, that he can fall asleep right there in the palm of your hand. You watch as his heavy eyelids flutter, lazy kisses on your hands as even his lips seem to be too tired. You can’t help the pang in your chest when you watch the exhaustion on his face – that’s your love, overworked and drained, but he never says no to giving you affection at the late hours of the night. He doesn’t push you away when you give him a soft kiss on the lips; no, he wouldn’t dream of doing something so foolish, not when your love is the one thing that gives him energy.
Throughout the years of being with you, Shintarō has learned many new things about him. The fact that he can blush quite easily, for one, and that he sometimes likes to be the small spoon despite being the biggest of you two. He likes home dates – candlelit dinners that you’ve cooked together, and the pleasure of seeing you smile under the dim light. He’s also learned how happy it makes him when you do his nails for him, kissing his manicured fingers in between because he's just that perfect.
And more importantly, Shintarō has learned that nothing brings him to life quite like your touch.
The feel of your tongue against his in a lazy make-out, your fingers scraping tenderly his nape, the scent of your skin so close to his. Your hips and their slow grinds on his lap, the heat of your cunt against his growing bulge and the sweet sighs and whimpers that you sing in his ear. He can sense the blood flowing in his body, so responsive to you like he’s wired to. It doesn’t matter how tired his brain is, when it comes to you, he’s got the most clarity ever.
Pale hands trace their way under your shirt as you leave kisses on his neck, finding the softness of your breasts. He grabs and fondles tiredly, but there is a hit of tenderness in the gesture that has you roll your hips a little harder. He hisses – his cock tends to be more sensitive when he is exhausted. You giggle at the reaction, trailing your kisses up to his ear for your honeyed voice to whisper:
“I know you’re tired sweetheart, want me to cockwarm you?”
Your sensual words are punctuated by pecks on his burning skin, the man who’s ever known for his composure letting out the neediest groan. It’s almost cute, really.
“I know you might not have the energy for more, it’s ok” you coo while your hands free him from the confines of his clothes. “I’ll make you feel good.”
And a woman of her words, you are. His green irises lay on you when you move of his lap to remove your shorts and panties, your fingers going to get a feel of your cunt. Oh, here it is, dropping honey all for your man. You don’t worry much – Shintarō is fairly large, but you’ve taken him so often that he might as well have shaped your pussy to only be able to take him with such ease. You go back to his lap, straddling his hips as you tease his tip between your folds. He sighs, melting in the pillows under him. You whisper sweet words in his ear, making him feel like a dream.
“You’re so pretty, Shin”, “that’s my man, I’m gonna keep you all warm”…
“Here you go… fuck! I love your cock so much, Shintarō.”
He whimpers softly when you sink down on his dick, tight and warm walls welcoming him in a loving embrace. He’s on a cloud, floating away to meet you in a world where nothing else exists but you.
You still, his cock buried deep inside of you, and rest on his chest while his arms wrapped around you automatically. The tenderness of the gesture makes your walls clench, as nothing turns you on as much as the love he gives you. You smile fondly at the sight of his rested face – his half-lidded eyes that look down at you, struggling not to close since he feels his that good. And then there’re his lips, just slightly parted to let out soft sighs that fan across your skin. You hum, feeling his hand run through your hair. It’s so hard not fuck him right here and now, not when he makes you feel that heavenly. In a daze, his hands trail down to your hips, the hard grip on them making his intentions clear to you.
“Want me to make love to you, hm? Make you feel even better?” you whisper sweetly before straightening up.
He looks at your figure straddling him, and his cock nestled in the divine hold of your cunt. His voice is a mere huff, breathy and desperate.
“Yes, please.”
It’s all you need to hear before moving your hips. The rhythm is slow and delicate at first, giving all the time to experience everything. He can’t help the tingling in his stomach, running down to his cock, nor can he help the goosebumps on his skin.
Aren’t you the best thing ever?
And then you pick up the pace, progressively, your hips moving with more expertise to draw these sounds you love so much out of his lips. His groans mix with your moans, a lullaby for the lovers, echoing in the cocoon that is your bedroom. Bedsheets gliding off the mattress as you ride him, his eyelashes fluttering to catch more of you the spectacle of you making love to him so nicely.
“Hm, fuck! You’ll make me come, princess…”
His hands travel to your ass, grabbing the cheeks in his attempt of self-restraint, delaying as much as he can the moment he’ll burst. He knows better than coming just like that, because there’s no better orgasm than the one you grant him from the generosity of your heart.
You pant, leaning forward to languidly kiss him before you finally give him the greenlight. “Go ahead, come f’me.”
Just the sound of this can make him spill his seed in his womb, but he manages to pull out just in time. You watch his twitching cock rest between your lips, and you grind against it, the friction with your erected clitoris is enough to make you cry his name.
“Shintarō…” you mewl, your orgasm getting to you, milliseconds before his.
He whimpers, aching cock finally letting out ropes of cum all over your folds and inner thighs. You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his face with all the love you have for him. The tired smile on his face is enough to make your heart bloom in happiness, knowing that no one can make him feel that kind of bliss but you.
Yeah, to Shintarō Midorima, nothing beats coming home to you at night.