Manjiro Sano X Y/n - Tumblr Posts

[11:57] || manjiro sano

"mikey," you call mikey‘s name as you shake the blond haired man awake, checking the time as you run a hand through his damp hair. "mikey, baby wake up."

the blond man groans at your call, yet rather than getting up and opening his eyes to answer to your call, he simply rolls his his left lazily and grabs the pillow above him.

"baby get up." you say once again, this time, grabbing the pillow away from his face and lightly tapping at his cheek. "mikey—"

you get cut off when he holds your wrist in place. you sigh in relief, thanking the gods that he has finally awaken. but your prayer of thanks gets discontinued when he suddenly pulls you to his side causing a yelp to leave past your lips.

"mikey!" you hiss, your hand propping beside his head, effectively caging him down. however, he stays indifferent and still lays there, unmoving underneath you.

"too loud," he whines softly, finally opening his eyes like a baby. his black eyes are down turned, as if he were sad, and his pouted lips do not help, his expression shows as if he were pleading. "come to bed, please,"

his sweet little plead leaving past his pouted lips almost make you give in. but you refuse to give in, if it means it‘s for his own goodness.

so you sigh, placing a hand on his cheek once again and caressing the supple skin lightly. "baby, you can‘t sleep with wet hair. you‘ll get sick." you try to explain.

"but i‘m too tired to wait," his lips purse together, eyes fluttering open and close. "can we please go to bed?"

you swear your heart skipped two— if not three beats. you find it hard to respond and deny when he leans a bit and kisses your palm. it‘s always hard to deny him when he‘s like this, all sleepy and pouty like a baby.

"baby i know you‘re tired, but you‘ll get sick." you try to reason again but he once again whines, grabbing your hand and lacing it with his.

"it‘s okay, because if i get sick i‘ll be with you and you‘ll take care of me, then we‘ll spend more time together." he says with a sleepy smile. "i love it when you take care of me."

you can‘t help but chuckle, shaking your head lightly before leaning down and kissing his forehead. "well, i suppose it won‘t be that bad." you say before you turn off the light by the bed and lay beside him.

"i‘ll be in your loving care for the next few days, okay?"

yes, he sure will be in your loving care for the next few days.

Im desperate for mikey toman smut🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 please any. Literally any.

Toman!Mikey isn't home a lot, and you always miss him so much when he isn't, but you know it's because he has too leave.. his job is so high-matinence and you get that, you do, but it doesn't make it any less heart-breaking for you. Especially when you wake up early just too kiss him goodbye and he's already left for work. He always makes it up to you when he gets home though, so you're not too peeved with him and the whole situation, because he always makes it up to you at the end of the day, like he's doing now. Having you laid out under him, his pretty blonde locks framing his face as those dark eyes stare you down from above. He always looks so pretty to you, always will, as his head is thrown back as his chest heaves, as he continuously attempts too swallow in the fresh air while his hips move against yours. His soft hands bruising your hips as he leaves pretty bruises from the imprints of his nails. While the thrusts are un-coordinated and hurried, they still feel good enough too have tears pouring down your cheeks as you push at his chest, your eyes squeezing shut as you squirm under him. He's unfocused as he swats your hands away from his chest, his panting becoming harsher as his hips move faster, he's close, you know that. Especially when his previous swatting turns into him grabbing and reaching for your hand, content in just holding one of them as his other hand is forced too hold up his weight. He's rough as he squeezes one of your hands in his own, pressing kisses against the soft skin of your hand as he lets out something akin to a whine. You can feel his abs flexing against your stomach, his neck bending down as his face drops into your neck, his hips stuttering against your own, as he pulls yet another orgasm from you, the eighth or ninth, you're not completely sure, but everything is so close and overwhelming as you cum, causing the already drenched sheets too continuously soak through with your slick. He's so close as he pants in your ear, his breath tickling your neck as sweat drips down his own, you hope he's done now, you pray that he is, your body literally becoming limp from exhaustion... but you know he's not, not when he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and his hips start moving again, one of your hands still grasped tightly in his own as he nuzzles into your neck.

"Not yet baby... 'm not done with you yet.. just a bit longer for me, can you do that?"