#soros.suggestive

[gotafewtricks]

CW: Male reader; nothing too explicit, but very suggestive themes and mentions. 16+ content <3 praise & morning pillow talk.

Imagine being groggily woken up by the sun's rays piercing through the thin veil of the window curtains, as your eyes had a terrible time adjusting to the sunlight. Your memory was hazy, as you didn't necessarily feel like thinking, since you were too busy being pulled up into a tighter embrace by none other than Genji Shimada. The cool, sleek metal of his fingers trailed up and down your back; feeling along your spine.

You'd sigh, as he could tell you were still breathless from the night before. Your partner understood your mannerisms and actions, and could read you effortlessly; either by how he has sharpened his mind and skills over the years, or, he simply dedicated his time in mostly studying his boyfriend—as you'll catch him glossing his eyes over you from time to time again.

"You did so well yesterday," he would begin to muse; speaking clear and loud so that you could hear, but still so, so soft and gentle. "I'm proud."

Genji does not believe in power dynamics/ruling in sex, as he wants to show his partner what it means for him to say that he wants to be closer. It's not that he has never dabbled into his sexuality and refuses to try new experiences, he wants to try and curate a safe environment, for which he could ensure that your comfort is his highest priority. He does not abandon his own boundaries, however, since he understands that you would want to know his limits—since he knew you loved him. You loved him so much, and he loved you, for being able to be in this place right now in his life.

If you were insecure about the "embarrassing" noises that you let out last night, Genji would say that those are inevitable—and that he was glad you were enjoying it. Unless you told him that you had an interest in it, he would not degrade or tease you. He would made joking comments, but never to embarrass you on purpose—he adored his boyfriend too much for that, and being able to find the perfect one for him—the perfect guy... it made Genji just want to kiss you all over.

"You've been such a good boy. Such a nice boy." You felt his voice reverberate as he whispered this against your ear, as his morning voice was heavenly. He'd then want to scoot you up closer to him, so that he could really feel the soft skin of your body press against him further. "I know, it's hard to get over your insecurities; as a matter of fact, I used to feel pressured into being more dominant... I'd suppose."

Genji would then hold you close, saying that even if you are a male, and they're stereotyped to be so domineering and powerful in dynamics—that he would prefer to have you feel pleasure in any position you'd think would be comfortable. He'd then ask for your consent, as you two ended off the conversation with a passionate exchange of kisses; nothing intense, as the only emotion you two felt was just bliss.

[gotafewtricks]

CW: Female reader, 16+ content, suggestive mentions and themes—not explicit NSFW, but implied. Lazy morning <3

Imagine a skillful hand snaking its way down your light pajamas, as you'd take a jab with your elbow at the girl behind you—the one spooning you—to allow you to properly rest. With how she played her cards right, as well with her various techniques in the bedroom, it was a given fact that you were downright exhausted. Your eyes were still having trouble adjusting to the harsh light of the morning, as they were too used to the dimmed, moody atmosphere to last night.

"Kiri..." you'd push your cheek against the pillow, muffling your soft murmur. "Not now."

Her hand was palming at your thighs, kneading the soft flesh of her girlfriend. She tutted at you, nibbling gently then at the pulse point of your neck; knowing it was such a sensitive spot for you. A sensitive spot for her, as well, to exploit. You felt the girl laugh behind you, still working her mouth up and down your flesh. How Kiriko found aboslute pleasure in hearing you gasp out her name; the word rolling off so effortlessly—so naturally.

As she had her way with you, she soon apologized, making up for her rather adult actions. You couldn't help but whine as you felt the warmth of her touch withdraw from your inner thighs, but she quickly shushed you, as she then hiked a protective leg against your torso. It was so pleasant; knowing that you had Kiriko there with you. Often times, you'd think about how much of a lucky girl you were—able to laugh with Kiriko on dinner dates, able to share stories about each other's youths—bonding, able to cuddle—to nuzzle, and to share more intimate moments.

It was something you wouldn't trade for anything else in the world. As Kiriko then began to slot her hips against your thigh, you felt an all-too familiar grinding motion of her against you; knowing ahe still had some energy left to spare. Must've been all of those doughnuts.

"Love you." She'd lazily say, as you felt the rhythm of her motions slowly, yet steadily, build up over the course of the conversation—rather, exchange. "My girl."

The words would make you sigh out, as you rode out the loving feeling of ecstatic bliss as she continued; knowing that Kiriko's drive wasn't lust, rather, her devoted, undoubted love for you—her girl. Her woman. Her everything.