3:30

3:30

pt. 2

content: age gap, reader of age as always, dilf toji, nsfw, teasing

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“toji?” you stand in the doorway of the older man’s bedroom, anxiously playing with the hem of your sweater. the suns only barely began to peek through the blinds of the house, shrouding his form in a blanket of semi-darkness.

you anxiously watch the rise and fall of his chest, waiting for a reply. the deep rumble of his breath fills the room as you rethink whether you should bother him on his only day off.

“i missed the bus.” you whisper apologetically, padding to the side of his bed and prodding his buff shoulders with your much smaller hand. “m’sorry.”

the huff the older man let’s out only makes you feel worse as you watch him turn over, pulling the covers over himself and settling deeper into the mattess .

“‘m’sorry toji…” you whine over the lump forming in your throat. the pressure you feel behind your eyes soon gives way to the feeling of watery tears. “i-it’s finals week a-and—“

“you know why i let you live with gumi n’ me pretty girl?” he cuts you off abruptly, eyes still closed as he mumbles into his pillow.

you’re taken aback by the question, unsure whether he wants an actual answer or not.

“cause my parents kicked me out?” you mumble, rubbing the wetness from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“cause i knew you’re not the kind of broad who likes to be a fucking bother.” he states plainly, finally opening a sleep-swollen eye to look back at you with a half grin.

you’re about to apologize again but quickly quiet down and step back once he rises from the covers. toji reaches for the jug of water by his night stand, taking a hearty swing before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes rake over your form, stopping appreciatively at your bottom half.

“fuck you got on?” he asks, taking another swing of water. the sleazy grin on his face let’s you know he’s just teasing.

“it’s our uniform.” you state plainly, a little embarrassed from the attention. you lean forward and look down at your bare legs, smoothing the creases in your skirt with your hands. “megumi kind of wears the same thing, just with slacks. you’ve seen him.”

“megumi doesn’t roll his little skirt up like a tease, sweet girl.” the older man chuckles, lifting the hem of your sweater to thumb at your double-folded waistband.

“everyone does that.” you mutter, stepping back to hide the way your thighs squeeze together at his whims.

“oh yeah?” toji rises with a groan and passes you without so much as a glance, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his face with a calloused hand.

“get my keys.” he tells you. “fuck... what i gotta take care of you too?”

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“thank you for driving me.” you mumble, closing your eyes at the feeling of the warm spring air circulating through the car. toji has the roof down, clad in a black wife beater as he taps the steering wheel to the beat of the song currently booming through the classic vehicle.

“huh?” he leans in, motioning for you to tell him in his ear, clearly unable to hear you over the music.

“wh- thank you for driving me!” you half yell, eyes wandering to the half empty bottles of water that line the floor of his green dodge.

“yeah, you’re good doll.” he tells you, still nodding along to the song. “don’t worry about it.”

you’re thankful to have no onlookers as the two of you pull up to the front of campus. the older man makes no effort to turn down the radio, unlocking the car and lighting a cigarette while you gather your bag from the backseat.

“i’ll pick you up, ok?”

you pause, looking up at him with unease.

“you don’t have to..”

“i want to.” he tells you, blowing smoke to the side with a grin. “i’ll take you for ice cream or something. you like shit like that right?”

you nod, mouth slightly agape at his sudden show of interest. you could do ice cream, in fact you’d love to do ice cream.

“3:30 then?” you ask him, padding over to the door of the driver’s side.

he nods, taking another drag.

“thank you.” you mumble, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to the soft of his cheek, immediately recoiling in embarrassment.

“fuck.” he groans, reaching over to smack the back of your thigh with a calloused hand. smoke trails over his lips when he speaks.

“yeah, 3:30.”

you feel your stomach melt as you watch him drive away. what you don’t see is the ways he snakes one hand down to give his cock a squeeze before turning the radio up further.

yum

Hellooo! Could you please write for the boys where the reader is sick but doesn't tell them bcs she doesn't wanna bother them?? I love your your blog sm 💙💙

HIDING YOUR SICKNESS ! reader doesn't wanna bother her boyfriend

with izuku, bakugo, rody + fem!reader (pro hero era)

notes thanks for the request anon !!

you: hey i don't think i can make our date tonight... i'm sorry, something came up

he frowned when he got the text. he pinched the bridge of his nose and his overthinking kicked in. you'd been distancing yourself a lot recently... between you spending all your time at someone else's place, having to postpone dates, and his hero work, you barely got to see each other.

he was worried. he pressed the call button and waited for you to pick up.

IZUKU

"hello? y/n?"

you folded from the concern in his voice. he was always going to be worried about you, no matter what you tried to do.

"izuku..." you rasped and you could tell he was taken aback.

"what's wrong, honey?" he said softly. "you don't sound too good..."

you bit your lip. oh, what the hell. he was going to find out anyway. "i'm just a little sick, that's all. i can handle—"

"sick?!" izuku exclaimed and you shied away from his volume. "my love, you should have told me."

"no, it's really okay—"

"how long have you felt this way? is this why you've been postponing our dates? where are you right now?" he ignored your protests and rambled on with more questions for a bit. you weakly answered them all.

"okay, sweetheart, i'm on my way." you could hear him huffing as you assumed he leapt across rooftops. "stay on call..."

a burden was lifted off your shoulders, and the relief made you fall asleep right then and there.

later—though how much later, you didn't know—you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. groaning, you stretched your arms and propped your body up with your elbows.

"oh, you're awake. lay down, love."

you tuned into izuku's voice, squinting through your daze. he was sitting at your bedside, a wet rag in his hand. he shushed you when you tried to ask him all your questions, gently laying the rag across your forehead and kissing your heated cheek.

"you had a fever, honey." izuku hummed, pulling the chair closer to the bed and leaning over the side. "you shouldn't have been under all those stuffy blankets."

you frowned and looked around. the windows were open, the curtains flowing as fresh air filtered in. it was true, you did feel a little less suffocated.

you pursed your lips, feeling guilty. "i'm sorry."

he was absolutely bewildered. "what could you possibly be sorry for?"

you sniffed, rubbing your eyes. "you were at work, right? and..."

izuku softened, stroking your temples with understanding. "it's never an issue for me to take care of you, love. don't be sad. just relax and let me handle everything, okay? i'm here now, to take care of you."

BAKUGO

"where are you and why have you been avoiding my calls?"

you pressed your lips into a thin line. straight to the point, as usual. "i'm... i'm staying at a friend's for the time being." you tried to speak evenly, without any tiredness.

you heard bakugo sigh deeply. "what's the matter, baby? and don't think about hidin' anything from me."

you groaned internally, letting your head drop against the mattress. you mumbled.

"what was that?"

you flared up, heat overwhelming your body. "i'm sick! okay?! i'm so sick right now."

he didn't respond.

you sighed. "i didn't want you to catch anything or worry about it. i can handle it and i'll be back in no time."

he scoffed. "fuck that. i'm coming to get you."

"kat, really—?!"

"yes, really!" you heard faint explosions in the background. "seriously, thinking you can recover on your own when you can't even speak properly." he chuckled.

you wanted to retort, but your throat burned. hmph, you thought. you let yourself drift asleep, feeling comforted.

later, you woke up in his bed to the sound of clanking pots in the kitchen. brows furrowed, you groaned as you stretched, your body buzzing after you let yourself drop into the plush mattress once more.

bakugo peeked into the room. "you're up. good. you need to eat." with an apron on, he placed an assortment of dishes in front of you; soup, fruits, and some cough drops for later.

you sat up a little, startled when his hand pressed against your forehead.

"you have a fever." he shook his head, disappointed. "you probably made it a little worse, isolating yourself under all those sheets. you were overheated when i got you."

you pouted, taking a sip of water.

he craned his neck to meet your eyes, thinking you'd be relieved being home and in his care. you clearly had something on your mind. "baby..." he held your hand. "jus' tell me what's on your mind."

you met his eyes briefly before looking away. "i... didn't want you to miss work for this."

"this matters more than paperwork." he rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. he squeezed your hands. "just eat up and rest up. i'll handle everything else."

RODY

"y/n?"

"nope!" his little sister, lala, chirped. "it's me!"

during his last layover, he hadn't been getting much of a response from you. he trusted you with everything, but he was worried. now that he was back in otheon, he was ready to figure out what the hell was going on.

he chuckled at his sister. you must've given her your phone to play her favorite game. "hey, lala. where's y/n, do you know?"

"she's sleeping now." rody could hear her breathing as she pattered over to where he assumed you were laying down. "sleeping like a log."

"yeah?" rody responded, deep in thought. it wasn't like you to sleep while looking after his siblings, so he knew something was wrong. "what was she doing before she fell asleep?"

"uhhh... she made lunch for us?" lala sniffed. "i feel bad, though."

rody's eyebrows creased, tugging a suitcase behind him as he unconsciously walked faster. "why's that?"

"she's got a mask on, and she doesn't want us too close to her..." lala sighed. "and she's burning up."

rody put the pieces together. he raced to the carpark and zoomed on home, bursting through the door.

the loud noise startled you out of your slumber, sitting upright. the abrupt motion made you dizzy and you groaned. lala pat your shoulder, concerned.

rody dropped his suitcase to the ground, kneeling at your side. slipping off his gloves, he pressed his hand to the side of your neck.

"seriously, babe, you should've told me when you started feeling off." he frowned, bustling about to grab you the things you needed. "i could've left any time."

your eyes were glassy when you looked at him, and he felt his heart twisting. "m'sorry," you mumbled from behind the mask. "i didn't want to bother you..."

he scoffed and pulled the mask off your face, squishing your cheeks. he looked you square in the eye. though he was scolding you, he was so soft and gently. "you never bother me. all i think about is you, lala, and roro. i want to know everything you're feeling, no matter what."

you smiled, looking lopsided as your face was still in his hands. "okay."

he grinned and kissed you.

"ugh!" you recoiled, scooching away from him. "rody! you'll get sick!"

he crossed his arms, smiling. "and? we can be in that boat together."

you rolled your eyes. "oh my god."

"aw, don't be like that, baby." rody cuddled up next to you, peppering you with affection. "come on, let me take care of you."

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

it’s dangerous to go alone! take this

the fact you just KNOW. deku has bde (big dick energy)

“remember the first time i fucked you? you couldn’t take all of me, scared you never would. now look at you, pretty little pussy all stretched out for me, taking me so well. i’m so proud of you, baby….”

…as you’re pushing your hips back into his, needy moans begging him to fuck you deeper.

aizawa, kirishima, midoriya, bakugo, kaminari, todoroki, takami, itadori, megumi, gojo

here for kiris part

Hi-hi! I've been thinking about this idea today, I don't know how much it counts as a thirst, but might spark something, so here you go~

So, how would yandere(s) of your personal choice(BNHA fandom) would react, when while they're sexually forcing themselves on their darling, she starts to kick, bite, spit, tremble, scream - doing literally anything to stop them from what they're doing.

Would they stop and apologize? Would they try to sooth them telling that it's gonna be ok? Would they threaten them that if they don't behave it'll be worse? Would they just sadistically enjoy the whole thing?

Thank you in advance if you decide to write this!

OH!!! And those ones aren't exactly that popular, but I'm INTO your yandere Kaminari&Kirishima. They're incredibly realistic(like they always remind me of stalking psychos from crime documentaries), reading whatever you do to them always gives me chills!

(it got long, ooop)

yandere ! BNHA imagines

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, coercion, misogyny, degradation, dumbification, fyi chose the misogynistic assholes, some cute and not so cute brat taming

TIP-JAR

We're talking about big strong men, fuelled by the idea of being a knight in shining armour for their damsel in distress. Heroes, rightful King's of society in their minds. Capable and manly, strong and dominant, in control and in charge, men of the house!

Can you feel the misogyny?

If their pretty little damsel, cute and small as she is, weak and frail and so adorably tiny beneath them, tries too fight them, tries to deny them what's so rightfully theirs, they're much more prone to laugh in their cute crybaby faces then stop.

Ditzy females have no right acting so tough, they should shut up and look pretty, moan in gratitude, get fucked with a smile on their face like happy little good girls.

But if the little brat doesn't know her place... the men will gladly remind her of it.

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

"I thought you were smarter than this." He chastised, carrying her squirming worming body kicking and screaming, throwing her down on the bed where she continued to thrash like a wild animal, too panicked to be aiming properly yet managing to annoy him nonetheless like a bothersome mosquito unwilling to be thwarted and squished by his much bigger much meaner fists. "Guess I was wrong."

She sobbed as she roared, whining beneath him. Hair disheveled and sticking to her face in the wet of her teary cheeks.

Her fist flew again. And it wasn't though she could tell where she was aiming, but regardless of its efficiency Katsuki had had enough.

Small wrist caught in his fist, grip crushing until he was seconds away from hearing a sickening pop and feel her hand slack.

She stopped with a sharp gasp, breath caught in her throat before whimpering at the threat of the break, shuddering as she hiccuped beneath him, tripping on her own sobs, and he nearly felt bad as he looked down at her, into those swimming sparkly orbs and that hurt little face, this tiny thing he'd made the mistake of falling for, only for her to always test him like this.

"Try it, and see where it gets you."

His expression was dull, so was his voice, cold and steely, showing none of the turmoil within his head, upholding the strict stoic dominance he knew he couldn't give any leeway with, lest he wanted her to take advantage of him.

"Come on, try it." He pushed, knowing that being aggressive with her was the only way for him to make her back down. "I won't stop you."

He urged, looking at her other free hand, placed on his heart in a still effort at keeping him away, knowing that by giving her just a second worth of doubt on his part she'd have the small face of her hand planted sharply on his cheek in an instant.

"But..." He warned, eyes a vivid nearly bloodshot serious, as though they were having a staring-match. "I guarantee-" He spoke through grit teeth, leering down at her, his other hand coming to grip her face so she not look away, showing no hint of that mercy he usually would fold to. "You will regret it."

It was quiet. Still and bitingly freezing even with his hot muscles against her.

She whimpered, eyes red and puffy, lashes sticking together in herds, wet with tiny teary droplets, cheeks swelled, bloated and damp beneath his rough fingertips.

Her nose twitched along with the quivering of her mouth as she sighed out in defeat.

"I'm sorry..."

Breath hitching, sounding so feeble, almost enough to make him break character again.

"Smart move." His tone was brisk as he puffed the words onto her face, cold and domineering as always, making her feel so small and insignificant. "You gonna continue being a brat, n'make things difficult for me?" He questioned. "Or will you be good?"

She bit her lip, looking away from him, bashful as he forced her to her knees. Submissive eyes, adorably pitiful, wavered before sheepishly dragging themselves back to look up at him. "I'll be good."

He offered a tiny smile in the slight pull of his lips before he moved in, positioning the treacherous victorious smirk onto her tear-slicked pouty lips, giving her a sweet nearly sympathetic kiss.

"Smart girl."

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU - RED RIOT

"Funny little thing, aren't yah?" He chuckled, backing her up into the wall, stalking with his hands to his sides, trapping her. "We fightin' today?"

Tears streamed down her face in total contrast to his light-hearted tone. The smile stretched on his face just a bit too tight to be disarming.

"Alright, I'll play."

Then the mountain started creaking. The rattling roar of ivory like from some great monster, like thunder in the storm, or something much more sharp breaking into something that was even sharper, even less forgiving. Jagged, coarse, heavy and immovable, unbreakable, but made to break what stands in its way.

"Why so quiet all of a sudden? I thought you wanted to play?"

His voice is grating when in that form. The fans probably find it cool, charming even, but she can't help but feel as though she's being thrust off a cliffside, fragile body with frail bones dragged down the toothed mountain, only to be snagged on the spikes at the bottom of the ravine.

"You crying?"

She was. Hot and heavy rivers tumbling down her smooth cheeks as she closed her eyes out of fright.

"Aw, come on, is my Unbreakable that scary?"

It was.

Twice her size, walking saw-edged stone with the strength of not just any man, but Kirishima's years and years of religiously dedicated training, carving a man who values strength and toughness more than anything, who's only other value is to be the type of manly that has his girl under control.

"Babe, look at me." Voice soft like a breeze, like nothing was amiss, the very epitome of casual.

She'd turned to face the wall she'd been backed up into, head bowed with her forehead kissing the smooth cold surface, shoulders braced, hands curtaining her eyes as she sobbed, whole body jostling on the impact.

"Hey there, it's okay, it's just me."

She didn’t need to turn, but he was content either way with what he'd reduced the little thing to, shivering like a baby fawn before him, fully reminded of her place.

"Don't cry, babe, I got you."

The feeling of a warm set of hands plant themselves firmly on her hips had her jolt, his chin following shortly, laying to rest in the nook of her neck, gently pulling her back, swaying her body against his. Ass flush to his crotch, he made sure to grind into her hard enough so that she could feel him twitching inside his boxers.

Body, though still hard with muscle, was thankfully not as rough as rock any longer.

"I promise to be nice if you promise to be too." He whispered, his breath hot when running down along her neck as his teeth, sharp like a great white's, mockingly graced against her throat. "Can you do that for me, babe?"

She sniffled, nodding, breath stumbling on its exhale.

"Yeah?" He urged, kissing her jawline, pressing into her harder, tits and cheek mushed flat against the wall.

"I promise." She spoke, another tear slipping as his rough fingers slipped inside the sweats she'd pulled on, thumbing the band to the boxer she'd also gone and snagged from his closet.

Another brutally nerve-wrecking chuckle rumbled in his chest in response, amused with how little effort went into taming the little thing.

"Mmh, good girl."

KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT

"In a mood today?" Denki drawled, words as snide as his tone.

"Get away from me, fucking creep!"

She threw another pillow at him, as though it would help her any.

"Whoa, rude." He rolled his eyes, reaching forward towards the little rebel.

Ankle sporting a cute fluffy pink cuff, with a chain trailing to the bed, giving her a petty two meter leeway in every direction. Moreover, making it impossible for her to actually make any actual fuss for the blonde who favoured the easy route.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She squealed, thrashing as he shoved her down on the bed, crawling on top, trying to grab ahold of her wrists to get her under control, yet failing at the hands of her unpredictable flapping about.

"Careful or you might just hurt my feelings, booboo."

He fought, fishing for her fists as she squirmed, sitting on top of her as she wormed, trying to wind her way out from beneath him.

"And trust me, you don't want to hurt my feelings."

Finally landing a good one, the face of her hand laid flat in a proper reddening slap against his cheek.

But the victory was short lived, where all he needed was place a finger on her and loose his temper.

There was a sharp blinding light, but only flashing for a split-second, the electricity soon coursing into her, shot through the tip of his finger jabbing into her side, making her spams with screams rippling form her chest, throat raw from the intensity of the unpredicted wail forced out of her.

And though it was all over in seconds, leaving in the blitz it took for it to come, the feeling of shock lingered. A buzzing threat way too sharp for her to ignore, more than enough to make her still, look up at him as though he was the onset of death.

"Don't look at me like that..." He dismissed, voice low as though he'd done nothing she didn't deserve. "You were begging for a zap."

His eyes glinted with that same treacherous lightning he'd fried her with only moments ago.

"Want another one?"

He looked like he was riding a rush, as though sparked from the use of his quirk. Entire face an eerie form of twisted delight.

"No-" She shook her head sheepishly, not daring to take her eyes off him, not when he looked like a jackal that had caught his prey.

"No? You sure, sweets? Hundred percent?" Voice in a frenzy, a split open-mouthed grin shown on his face.

She was frozen in place, voice absent, too frightened to utter a single sound, so she made to shake her head instead, hoping he could spot it through her quaking.

"Okay... got something for me then?" He questioned, quirking a brow as he leaned down, a mere inch form her prettified and defeated face.

She knew there was no escape. A small sigh left her in the form of a half-hearted sob, lifting her head off the pillow to kiss the cruel man on top of her, hoping it was enough to spare her of any more of his painful punishments.

He smirked against her lips, pushing forward until she was once again submerged in the dune of her pillow, listening to the feeble little thing whimper all cute beneath him.

Retracting with another darkly amused chuckle.

"And?"

Her brows furrowed, still looking up at him with the same sweet tinge of fear.

"I'm sorry, Denki."

His smile only grew, though his eyes lost their spark and become dazed, jaded with with a strange type of drowsy drunk awe.

She wasn't sure which look she hated more of the two, the frenzied sadism, a look like he wanted to fry her alive, or this... this hungry look... as though he couldn't wait to take bite.

"And?"

She needed to think, heart hammering in her head like the sound of a ticking time-bomb, reminding her of his not so easily stretched patience.

"I love you, Denki." She gambled, a nice surprise to the blonde on top, who softened, body sagging forward as though melting at the hands of how adorable she was, her pitiful little face gifting him with those terribly sweet words.

But, apparently it was just short of enough.

"And?"

His hand, still buzzing with danger, spidered down between them, drumming on her stomach, before running his fingers over her cute little undies. The only thin little thing separating him from what he wanted.

Her breath shuddered as she closed her eyes, two thin streams slipping the corner of her eyes, running down to her temple, itchy in her hair.

Sniffling in defeat.

Thinking of how similar she was a to the one she claimed to hate. Taking the easy route to save herself the trouble.

"Fuck me, Denki."

Kaminari sighed, happy with having gotten what he wanted, kissing her cheek mockingly chastely.

"With pleasure, babycakes."

ENJI TODOROKI - ENDEAVOR

It's never difficult to catch her, nor hold her down. Bend her frail little body over the mass of his thighs, his clothed bulge rubbing up into her bare cunt as he places a heavy arm atop her back, keeping her still.

Other hand, able to grab the entire chunk of her asscheek, warm and scathed from years of wielding flames, and too strong for her body to take without screaming.

"Disloyal." He commented, a slap curt following it, aimed to make her plush flesh jiggle, a pretty sight to his cold cyan eyes and a delicious friction atop his lap. "Ungrateful."

Another hit, placed at the exact same spot, making her cry out, still futilely trying to claw her way out from under his muscled arm making it hard for her to breath between hiccuping and crying and wailing.

"Unruly."

Again, palm placed on her delicate plump tush.

"Insolent."

And again.

"Vicious."

And again.

"Brat."

And again, until she was left just a snivelling little cry baby. Ass red, welted, destined to be black and blue the day after.

"I'm sorry, daddy..." She whined, voice wet with tears.

"You're only good when you want to be, aren't you, brat?" He chastised, petting the burning skin of her ass as she trembled on his lap, sobs jostling her as her face laid buried in the itchy wet of her own tears. "That's a nasty habit I won't forgive anymore." He informed. "It's time you started acting like a proper little lady and not some wildling I dragged in from the streets."

Voice as authoritative as ever, chilling her very soul into submission.

"Understand?"

He left no room to do otherwise.

"Yes, daddy."

She couldn't afford to deny him anymore, not when feeling the cruelly nice roughness of his fingertips dip to her slit, running over the embarrassingly wet folds, pushing an achingly long thick digit into her quivering little hole, drooling desperately for any form of comfort, sucking on him gratefully once being granted it.

TIP-JAR

SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

TODOROKI, DEKU, SHINSO

blunt, sexual themes.

“eyes are up here.” you snap in katsuki’s face, his eyes in a haze.

obviously he was fucked up, his eyes red and lidded. “i knowww..” he whines, a lazy smile on him and he folds his arms. “got thick ass hips.”

“katsuki.”

“whattt?”

“you are going to green out.” you warn, taking away the blunt from him and he pouts. “no more.”

“okay mama.” he says, pout on his face yet he relaxes into the couch, looking for something to watch. it only three you off because usually he would call you “damn woman” or something to show irritation as a joke.

“mama?” you ask.

“uh huh, fine as fuck too.”

your face heats up, him giggling and he breathes heavily. “we got snacks.. right?” he asks, looking to you. his eyes go back to your hips, just knowing how your ass looks.

“eyes up, and yes.” you sigh, feeling like prey every time he looked at your hip.

he sits back up, resting his chin on your shoulder and holding you. hes held you maybe once, and that was when he was cold and sleeping peacefully.

“what are you?–“

“what doing.” he says, his voice almost a whine and licking at your earlobe. you wiggle, feeling your own haze creeping up.

“… trying to watch tv, and get snacks for us.”

“can you sit on my fa—“

“what?” you whisper shout, making katsuki laugh and giggle. he presses you down, looking at you.

your heart beats, harder. and you feel as if this is what he was looking for. yet, he slides down to your groin and puts his head there, wrapping his arms around your hips. no, you were wrong. maybe he was actually a cuddle bug.

“knew they felt so good.” he mumbles, nuzzling his head deeper into your body.