hiii i js found ur account and i love it already!! i was wondering abt this concept for a smutty shota fic after he gets home from a very tiring dance practice day😣😣 maybe w some somnophilia involved if ur catching my drift/if ur ok w that😋 love to see what else u write!!
beauty sleep | haku shota
pairing & sypnosis ; haku shota (소울) x fem! reader | shota comes home from dance practice needy..
warnings ! intentional lowercase, shota is shy, slight somno, jerking off, whimpering, kissing, barely proofread kinda buns
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the apartment door clicked shut behind shota with barely a sound. he carefully slipped his shoes off at the doorway, his shoulders hunched and soft blond strands of hair falling into his tired eyes.
the living room lights dimmed softly and on the couch you lay curled on your side, one arm dangling off the side of the couch. your breathing slow and even.
"baby..?" his voice came out barely above a whisper.
while you were still deep into your slumber, you didn't respond. he padded over to where you were resting on socked feet.
your face looked peaceful, lashes dark against your plush cheeks, and your lips were parted just slightly. a blanket had slid down your waist, leaving your tank top and blue cotton shorts exposed.
shotas cheeks flushed pink. he stood there for a long moment, hands fidgeting at his sides, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each snore.
his cock was already half-hard, pressing against the front of his jeans. it had been like that all day, yet he powered through it, just waiting to get home to you to find you dead asleep.
he shifted, biting his lower lip. the shy part of him wanted to go to the bedroom, close the door, and take care of it privately. but another part, the one he was scared to show, wanted to stay right there. right where he could see you.
he unbuttoned his jeans with slow and careful moments. the zipper loud in the quiet room and shota froze, glancing at you to double check if you were still sleeping or not, which you thankfully still were.
with that, he pushed his jeans down his hips along with his boxers, freeing his giddy cock. it sprang up, stiff and eager, the tip red and already glistening with pearly precum.
shota wrapped his fingers around the base. a shaky whimper escaped him. his gaze traveled over your sleeping form - he couldn't get enough of how gorgeous you looked even in your sleep, your face even was one of the prettiest things on earth to him even though you were drooling everywhere.
he stroked himself once, slowly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive underside of the head of his cock.
he pictured you smiling at him with that gentle smile you would often flash at him after getting shy, he imagined your hand guiding his as you told him "its okay" and that he could ‘touch himself to you sleeping whenever he pleased..’
shota's grip tightened and he stroked himself again, a little faster this time, his breath hitching. a soft, involuntary moan left his lips.
his strokes grew more urgent, hips bucking slightly with each stroke to meet his hand. his tip glistened once again and a bead of precum rolled down his shaft. he used it to slick his cock further, the wet sounds increasing with each pump of his dick.
“..fuck im so close.” he whimpered. “i need you…”
his eyes scanned over your still sleeping body, he just couldn’t get enough of you as he felt himself get closer. every stroke now sloppy as he fought to catch his awaited release.
shota leaned forward before spilling his cum directly onto your parted lips and cheeks with a strained whimper. his eyes instantlywidened with fear once he realized that he came on your face unintentionally.
frantically, he scanned the room looking for some sort of cloth he could quickly wipe your face up with. his eyes landed on a pair of nike shorts on the nearby coffee table and he snatched it up off the table to wipe your face.
“im sorry..” shota said gently, still wiping up his release off your lips, his hand came up to brush a stray hair out your face.
he leaned in to kiss your lips, discarding the shorts on the floor nearby. he reached for your wool blanket and pulled it over your still body with another kiss to your forehead.
