Gently
REPOSTED FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT!
Toshinori Yagi x gentle dom!reader (no gendered pronouns or description given of reader)
Content: NSFW. Gentle domming Toshinori. Oral, nipple play, body worship (Toshi receiving) Just loving on him and giving him the head he deserves 🥰 Approx 900 words.
Across the decades, Toshinori has faced countless opponents without so much as flinching, yet he quivers when you kiss his chest. Slender legs trembling, and eyes squeezed shut.
“Oh wow,” he gasps, overwhelmed almost as soon as you get started. “Oh… wow…”
“That feel good?”
He nods, hardly able to reply as you lap the puckered bud of his nipple with the tip of your tongue, those big hands gripping the pillow at either side of his head. “W-oh- wow… yeah… ‘s good. Thank you.”
Though dauntless when facing villains, he surrenders to you so readily, that gentle, sweet man who has fought infinite bloody battles. His deep, comforting voice, so perfectly suited to reassuring, leading, and orating, is reduced to nothing more than fragmented, rumbling groans of pleasure and hoarsely whispered words of thanks. And his wounded, battle-scarred body, so accustomed to pain he hardly knows how to react to soft touches, is so sensitive to your every caress. And so very very grateful for them.
“My beautiful man,” you whisper against his scars.
And he laughs at that, breathlessly; in relief, in overwhelming gratitude, and happiness he never thought he could know.
When your kisses trail lower, to his hollow, undulating abdomen, he almost instinctively darts his hand down, his palm warm and heavy against your cheek, as if he has to check in on you, to make sure you really want to do this for him. It still floors him that you do. But of course you’re eager, kissing your way along the golden path of fuzz trailing down from his navel.
His blue eyes widen, radiant amongst their surrounding shadows. “Wait… let me… I want you to feel good too,” he says, his voice gravely and thick with arousal. “You don't have to–”
“Toshi, hush. Just close your eyes and let me take care of you.”
Easier said than done. Toshinori’s career as a pro-hero, heck, his life has centered around taking care of others. So switching off that instinct, allowing himself to be selfish, to be indulged, is a battle in and of itself. But if he’s anything, Toshinori is good for you. So responsive, so satisfying to pleasure, and so eager to please.
So, he forces himself to switch off that part of his brain as you continue your kisses; trailing over his belly, the hills of his hips, to those long, lean thighs while he squirms and gasps and whispers your name. His inner thighs are a particular weakness, bordering on ticklish as you tease his sensitive skin with your lips, tongue, and ever-so-gently, your teeth.
“Ohhh, love… my… goodness… you’re killing me…”
His head lolls back against the pillow as the sinews in his arms bulge from the strength of his grip on the pillow. And he’s so turned on, flushed and gasping, his abdomen beginning to glisten with a sheer coat of perspiration, lips parted in bliss. But these days it takes a little longer to get fully erect. Age and injury require patience from both of you.
A choked cry bursts from him as you take his semi-erect length into your mouth, sucking, licking, letting it harden against your eager tongue.
“Oh… jeez…” he groans, one hand buried in his wild golden hair. “Oh, I love you.”
The other hand instinctively seeks yours, your fingers interlacing across the fluttering plain of his stomach. You know him well enough to know he needs that. He needs your hand in his, he needs to hold on to you or he’s lost.
And it’s that gesture which really gets him there. Maybe it’s the security and intimacy, but within moments his cock is hardening; until it’s so big and so damn thick you have to wrap your free hand around his base and jerk him off while you take him to the back of your throat.
His grip tightens as he cries out in pleasure, feet sliding against the mattress as he searches for purchase while you suck and lick, and fuck him with your mouth. “Oh God, thank you. Thank you…”
“Can you cum for me, Toshi?” you ask, stroking his cock as you drink in the sight of him; all flustered and falling apart.
He nods, pulling in a breath. “Soon…huh- ohh close. S-oh close.”
So you suck, and lick, and stroke his heavy cock, feasting on the sight of him coming undone in the most delicious way. And before long his feet are lifting off the mattress, long legs quaking from the tension as he throws his arm across his eyes and gasps in pleasure. “Hah! Nghh– aha! Ha!”
And when he cums, he’s practically sobbing, so completely overwhelmed and grateful and so madly in love with you. He cums with his entire body, every inch of him dominated by sheer ecstasy; trembling, throbbing, tensing, his hand in yours the only part of him that remains steady. His orgasm is so strong, so consuming it’s as if he’s making up for all those decades he set his needs aside.
“Thank you,” he gasps, for the hundredth time since you got him into bed. “Jeez… you’re so perfect. So wonderful. I love you and I– thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Of course I’m here,” you tell him, shuffling up the bed to smooth back the long, tousled tresses of his bangs and shower him in kisses. “I love you so much, Toshi.”
He smiles, cheeks glowing under the tender caress of your lips. “Thank you.”