My Cute Snow Haired Boy - Tumblr Posts
╭﹕🎧｡♡・late night lovin’
୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — your boyfriend just loves fucking you to sleep when you’re antsy.﹐
୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — f!reader, established relationship, petnames[doll, pretty thing/girl, sweet girl, etc.], reader has a slight caffeine problem, brief thigh riding, fingering, all characters are 18+, mdni!﹐
୨୧⸝⸝﹕wc — about 1k.﹐
୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — this is a little bit of a mess but my bllk boy brainrot grows daily and simply have to let others see it !!﹐
nagi’s bag hit the floor with a mild thud, an exhausted sigh leaving his mouth as he struggled to kick his shoes off at the door of your shared apartment. it was no secret that he hated when practice ran over it’s usual time —and admittedly you hated it too—, especially with you in the house sitting up in bed, struggling to stay away as you awaited his arrival.
excepting you to already be in bed, curled up in the the sheets and hugging his pillow, he quietly stalks into your shared bedroom, careful not to awake you only to be surprised to find you awake in bed, phone in hand, the screen illuminating your features.
“doll?” he blinked, “what are you doing up?” he questioned, walking to bed and crawling in, causing a noticeable dip in the soft material as he took you into his warm —and admittedly still sweaty— embrace, the smell of grass still lingering on him as he kissed your temple.
“sei, welcome back! thought i heard you come in,” you beam, returning a kiss to his cheek. “couldn’t sleep, had some coffee earlier.” you explain as nagi sent a disapproving look. “c’mon pretty thing, really? knew getting you that coffee machine would be a future pain..” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.
admittedly he was right, he knew getting you that thing as a present would wreck havoc one of these days and today just so happened to be the day. nagi sighed, shifting to grip your hips and pull you into his thigh, hands slipping up your —technically his— large graphic tee.
you can only giggle at his words, glancing back at him as he moved you from your spot. “what’re you doin’, sei?” you didn’t have to ask, you already know the answer to the question but snowy haired male just smiled as grabbed your plush thighs, forcing them open as he peered over you.
“mh, gotta tire you out pretty thing,” his whispers, slipping his large hand up your graphic tee, hooking his finger on the hem of your laced underwear, careful to be gentle when slipping them down your legs(they were his favorite to see you in and didn’t wanna see them all ruined). “can’t go to sleep without you.”
you squirm in your spot, borderline giddy to have your boyfriend in this moment, having been stripped of his touch all day, blowing up his phone with “i miss you”’s, “need you so bad :(“‘s and plenty of lewd selfies that kept his mind distracted from everything that wasn’t you.
“go ahead ahead angel, ride my thigh,” you shift, turning yourself to face him, gripping his shoulders for support. you didn’t mind having to do the work — you knew your boyfriend was tired, muscles sore from training and wanting nothing more than to be in bed with you.
you start off slow, pacing yourself with a slow grind against his thigh, leaving a noticeable trail of slick in your wake on the black if his shorts. a shaky sigh slips from your lips, at the slight feeling of friction while nagi sits, watching you intently, occasionally flexing the muscles to watch your face scrunched into a frustrated pout as you struggle to get off on his thigh alone.
he knew you couldn’t do it alone, he knew you needed his help and he knew it didn’t feel the same as when he did for you, knowing all the right spots to press and what movements would send you right over the edge — but he liked watching you struggling, hearing the small pleas of his name flood from your mouth asking him to help you out.
feeling rather generous he grabs your hips, the pads of his fingers digging into your hips as he stops your desperate grinds, chest already having a hefty rise and fall as you try to steady your already uneven breath.
one of his hands strays from your hips, finding its way to your sticky folds, spreading them apart, collecting your slick on to of his fingers. you sigh at the feeling of his fingers lazily teasing your hole, drawing what you think are hearts around it.
his thick fingers slowly dig into your weeping cunt, a drawn out moan slipping past your lips, walls fluttering around his fingers as the grip on your grip on his shoulders tightened. “sei–” you whimper, helplessly grinding onto his fingers as his thumb mindlessly plays with your clit.
“hm? do you like that pretty thing? doin’ such a good job taking my fingers,” he whispers, half lidded eyes fluttering shut, fingers methodically in and out of you, curling them upwards, pressing that sensitive spot inside of you.
your body twitches, a mewl being ripped from your chest. “mhm– feels so good, oh fuck–! keep going, please,” the small smirk on his face grows at every little word that floods from your lips. a content hum comes from him when he feels your walls flutter, then clench around his fingers; sucking him in as if you wanted more than he could give.
even while tired, likely on the verge of sleep even whilst doing this, he always had the ability to slowly make you come undone one way or another with such minimal effort and that fact alone stroked his ego but admittedly you shared the same effect on him.
he’d be lying if he didn’t say that seeing you crumble on him like this didn’t leave him with an aching boner — seeing the starry, glossed look in your hooded eyes, mouth slightly agap, breath heavy and chest heaving. you were truly a sight for sore eyes, looking so pretty for him without even having to try.
“gah– y’clamping down on my fingers so tight pretty thing, can barely move,” he huffed, watching your body go limp on top of his large frame, eyes struggling to stay open as whiney moans escaped your chest. you were getting tired, he knew once your orgasm hit that it would be the final blow.
he works his finger in and out of your cunt a bit more, thumb now rubbing quicker circular motions on your clit. the heat in your stomach grew, eyes rolling back as a sudden wave of pleasure washes you, leaving the feeling of sleep in its wake, your eyes soon fluttering shutting as nagi removed his fingers from your sticky, velvety walls.
he sucked both his fingers cleaned, a little pop noise coming from his mouth as he pulled them from his lips, moving you onto the soft mattress and pulling the sheets over your body. he groaned, glancing at the tent his shorts. “nothing that a quick cold shower won’t fix..” he grumbled, pressing a chaste kiss your lips as he climbed out of bed. “gotta take care of myself now.”
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