domesticity with ushijima is such a turn on. specially because he doesn't seem like the type of guy at all. but surprisingly ever since you moved in with your career driven boyfriend, you can't help but notice certain things like
the way you both brush your teeth at the same tiny bathroom sink even though he knows both of you can't fit in there. or the way he silently replaces your favorite shampoo before it runs out and how he pushes the grocery cart while you lean over the handlebar and toss things in, his hand finding the small of your back as you debate between pasta sauces in aisle four, and how he has to duck his head to kiss you good morning because he forgot to duck through the bedroom doorway again. he definately lets you steal the warm spot in bed when he gets up at dawn and then crawls back in just to press his cold feet against your calves and listen to you yelp.
and he'd definitely study your body like it's his second career - learning exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure, exactly when you're close. and when he's inside you, when he's being rougher, his hands don't grab your throat or your wrists like you expect from a man his size - no, his hands find the headboard, white knuckling the wood, muscles in his arms trembling with restraint because he's terrified of hurting you, because he's so much bigger and he knows it, because he'd rather splinter the bedframe than bruise your hips, and after, when you're shaking and boneless, he cleans you up with a warm washcloth with the same focus he gives his spreadsheets, brings you water, pulls you against his chest. oh it turns you on so bad. ♡
klaus stood on the balcony, smoking, looking into the forest beyond the Schloss’ grounds.
a blizzard was raging, and some concert was playing in the room behind him. he wouldn’t know, but knowing dorian, he would guess beethoven.
he felt quite content.
it was the first winter season for them as a couple.
dorian approached, and klaus turned to see him. long red fur coat, though purely decorative, hair braided on his left shoulder.
the golden ring that klaus gave him to commemorate their union, on its place.
no, he felt more than just content.
his lover approached, hugged him from behind, and stole his cigarette, dropping it onto the ashtray after. then, he kissed klaus’ cheek.
this morning, klaus was sure he would be plagued by anxieties for probably the rest of their time together. now, he discovered that it wasn’t the case, and it was surprising and warm and beautiful.
he held dorian’s hand on the way back to the room, and then put the other on his waist.
the music was wrong, but the dance surely felt right.
18+ dating a guy who’s loved by half the population specially girls is exhausting sometimes. because they'd always stop him during dates for pictures just to cling onto his arm a little too long. waitresses suddenly start acting sweeter when they recognize him, strangers whispers about how attractive he is right in front of you like you aren’t there. and after a while, you had learned to live with it.
but every single time, he makes it impossible for anyone else to miss the fact that he’s yours. he pulls you closer. wraps his hand around your waist, kisses your temple, introducing you with this proud little "this is my girlfriend." until they stop. sometimes he’ll look at you with this stupidly soft expression while people are still staring at him, and suddenly you’re the one getting all the attention instead.
because for someone everyone wants, he only ever seems to look at you.
which is why the internet loses its mind when he posts you for the first time. not a hidden face or a soft launch, but an actual photo of you together. the one with his arm around your shoulders while you laugh at something off camera, completely unaware he’s looking at you like you hung the moon.
he tells you over and over not to read the comments, but you do anyway, scrolling through people asking who even are you or why he’s dating you at all until he catches you. he sighs softly, and pulls you into his lap. “baby,” he murmurs against your hair, “why are you listening to people who don’t know me when i’m right here loving you?”
as he was about to take your phone away from your hands, his eyes reach one particular comment that said, "i've met them irl and when i swear to god he sounded so annoyed with her."
he gently takes your phone, sets it aside, and captures the hand that was holding it. his fingers slide between yours, interlocking them in a firm, possessive grip. He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles before bringing his lips to your ear.
"they don't know what i sound like when i'm inside you, do they?"
his voice low against your ear. you shiver as his warm breath tickles your skin, your body instinctively leaning into his touch. "well, they don't know anything," you whisper back, your voice barely audible.
he chuckles softly, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. "exactly." His lips trace a path from your earlobe to your jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses that make your toes curl. when he reaches your neck, he nips at the sensitive skin there, just hard enough to leave a faint mark - a claim for anyone who might see.
you gasp at the slight sting, tilting your head to give him better access. "someone might see that," you manage to say between breaths.
"someone should see that." he murmurs against your skin before returning to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. his tongue teases yours as his hands begin their exploration - one cupping your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles under his touch, while the other works at the buttons of your shirt.
"let them see," he says between kisses, finally undoing the last button and pushing the fabric from your shoulders. "and wonder why I'd ever look at anyone else when I have you."
your bra follows quickly, his warm hands immediately replacing the lace as he palms your breasts. "you're so perfect," he breathes, thumbing your nipples again. "absolutely perfect."
his mouth trails down your neck once more, this time lower, taking one nipple between his lips and sucking gently. Your back arches instinctively, a soft moan escaping your lips as his other hand works at removing your skirt and panties in one smooth motion.
when you're completely bare before him, he pulls back slightly, "you know what you are to me?" his eyes dark with desire as they roam over every inch of you. "a goddess," he whispers, tracing his fingers down your stomach. "that's what you are. and I'm the luckiest man alive to worship at your altar."
he shifts beneath you. you can feel his hardness pressing against you through his jeans. "so, my goddess, tell me what you want." he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips as he positions you over him. "i'll do anything for you."
you bite your lip, reaching down to palm his erection through the denim. "you," you say simply. "just you."
with a groan, he lifts you, but not to free himself. Instead, he repositions you until your dripping sex is hovering directly in front of his face. His eyes darken as he stares at your glistening folds, his breath warm against your sensitive skin.
"fuck, look at this pretty pussy," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "all mine to worship."
Hhs hands grip your hips tighter as he pulls you closer, his tongue darting out to taste you. a sharp gasp escapes your lips as he licks a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. one hand leaves your hip to roughly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers.
"you taste so fucking good," he groans against your core. "i could eat this sweet pussy all night."
his mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard as his tongue flicks rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against his face as he devours you. His other hand joins the first, roughly kneading both breasts as you ride his face.
"that's it, my goddess," he encourages, his words muffled against your flesh. "use my face. fucking ride it."
his tongue plunges into your entrance, fucking you in rhythm with your grinding hips. the wet sounds of his mouth on your sex fill the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans. gis nose presses against your clit as he tongue-fucks you deeper, his hands still roughly massaging your breasts.
"mine," he whispers against your clit. "all mine."
"yours," you gasp back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you match his pace. "always yours." he always knows how to help you forget something that upsets you.
atsumu who is impossibly clingy in the mornings >>> atsumu who gets ten times heavier the second your alarm goes off. one arm hooked tightly around your waist, one leg thrown over yours so you physically cannot escape no matter how hard you try. face buried into your neck while he presses slow sleepy kisses against your skin like he's still half dreaming. and every single time you try to move he just pulls you closer with a tired little groan, mumbling "five more minutes" into your shoulder even though both of you know those five minutes are turning into at least another hour.
aizawa absolutely falls asleep anywhere the second you touch his hair. doesn’t matter if he was doing something important with deadlines approaching or trying to stay awake during a movie, the moment your fingers start scratching lightly at his scalp he’s out. head slowly dropping onto your shoulder while he mumbles a sleepy "don’t stop." he sleeps deeper around you than he has in years.
cooking with osamu gotta be so annoying because that man won't let you do anything. if you go to grab a knife, his hand shoots out instantly covering yours on the handle. taking it from you, shaking his head with a small smile, and handles the chopping himself. because for him, 'cooking together' means just enjoying your company while he does all the work. he wants you to sit on the counter and talk about your day while he listens to your voice attentively, stealing soft kisses mid cooking. but you want to help him? nah that ain't happening.
somno where you wake up already full of him because he woke up first and couldn't resist sliding in while you were still soft and warm and dreaming, and now he's moving slow and asking if you want to go back to sleep for him or if you want to come first, and you can't decide because both feel impossibly good
