Fan Fiction

I did overall scenarios with POC readers and the boys so it’s not all the same thing. Hope you like them!

Iwatobi

Haru was just mesmerized by the way your chocolate skin glistened in the pool, how seemingly magically your hair remained strong and standing in its original form despite the water weight it carried. You were made for the water, you were made for him. You hadn’t really noticed him staring until you pooled yourself out of the pool and wiped the water from your face to see him simply standing in the middle of the lane.

You laughed a bit akwardly, “Wht’s wrong Haru?”

He blushed and looked away as he choked out, “The…the water likes you.”

Intimidated didn’t even begin to describe how you made Makoto feel sitting at the table next to him in that coffee shop. After all, you were simply gorgeous, and such a different kind of gorgeous then he was used to seeing in Japan. Your skin, your hair, your everything was just so exotic to his country and just breah-taking to him. He could just imagine it–how amazing the contrast between your intertwined fingers would look, how soft those voluminous, bouncy curls would feel against his skin, how–

“Can I help you?”

Makoto blinked, checked behind him for the person in that moment he was sure you were talking to, and then turned back with a furious blush as he thought: you can date me…

Nagisa absolutely LOVED your hair. On lazy days and evenings like this he loved nothing more then to sit on the edge of his bed with you sitting between his legs and play with and and run his hands through your full, kinky curls.

“It’s just so cool ___-chan! How do you get it like this?” Nagisa beamed, pulling a section of it into a frilly, sparkly scrunchy.

“Um genetics.” you laughed, looking up from your magazine, “I’m glad you like it so much.”

“Oh yeah ___-chan–” he suddenly gasped and dropped to his knees in front of you–a look of absolute seriousness etched into his face, “Can we try making my hair like this?!”

Cue Nagisa fanart with cornrows please…

Rei found every aspect about you just indescribably beautiful. From your hair, to your skin, to the very history and culture you represented he always made you feel precious for who you are in a world that didn’t always treat you the same. 

You paused mid-bite as you locked eyes with your lovingly-smiling boyfriend across the dinner table from you. Cool and collected as he seemed at a distance, he was more often then not completely dorky and embarrassed with even the slightest displays of affection so this…

“What’s up Rei?”

“You’re so beautiful ___.”

You smiled and finished your bite. “You are too Rei.”

Rin grinned as you came into the kitchen drowsily dressed in one of his t-shirts and an absolutely irresistible head of uncontrollable curls.

“Wow, look at that.” he said between omelet flips.

“Ugh don’t even mention it. Don’t worry, I’ll straighten it after breakfast.”

His brow furrowed, “Why? I think it looks great!”

“Really?” you asked, sitting at the island counter across from him.

“Yeah! You should wear it natural from now on. The natural look, the you look–it’s totally hot!”

You smiled placed a kiss on his cheek, and stole a bell pepper slice from his bowl of ingredients.

Sousuke was a perpetually indifferent man. Sometimes it was obnoxious (a lot of times it was obnoxious), like when he answered every one of your questions with “I don’t know” or “I don’t care” or when he described every single emotion he felt as “fine”. It could be a truly obnoxious trait.

“You’re really hot ___.”

You raised your brow, “Why, because I’m different? Exotic?”

He blinked in genuine surprise, “Wha–no. I don’t know why, white or black or purple you’re just hot I guess…”

You laughed as he descended deeper and deeper into awkward indifference and planted a kiss on his forehead.

Yeah, sometimes his indifference was his worst trait, but other times, it was flattering as hell.

You could feel Nitori‘s eyes on you intently as you flipped through your issue of Cosmopolitan and bit into a sun chip. You peaked out of the corner of your eyes to, yes, in fact, see him not reading his own book but watching you in fascination.

“It’s rude to stair Ai-kun.” you said.

“S-sorry!” he squeaked, blushing furiously at being caught, “I was just wondering…Why do you wear a head rag every night?”

You blinked, touching your rag-covered curls for a moment before laughing at the innocuous question, “Oh it’s so my hair doesn’t get messed up overnight. This pretty hard to style so it’s easier this way.”

“Oh!” he realized, crawling up onto the bed with you, “I get pretty bad bedhead, do you think that would help?”

“I don’t know…We have to completely different hair types. But I have an extra if you want to try.”

“Y-yeah!” he said with his small determination.

Th rest of the night you spent huddled up reading magazines and watching movies and whether or not it actually did anything for his hair, couples head scarves were fricken adorable and there to stay.

Sometimes although you knew Momotarou loved you, your appearance, and all, you swore that your boyfriend was scared of your hair.

“D-Does it hurt?” he asked hesitantly, watching you dry your hair like you were a program on the discovery channel and he was the observing safari host.

You laughed, “No it doesn’t hurt! On it’s own anyway, brushing and detangling’s a bitch but otherwise it doesn’t hurt.”

He instantly leaped up from behind his bed/barricade and knelt in front of you with excited, bouncing determination.

“Ooh! Ooh! Can I brush it?!”

The doubt and hesitance that your overly-energetic boyfriend filled you with was undeniable, “Oh I don’t know honey…I’ve been doing this much longer…”

But then came the sad otter eyes. Those undeniable sad otter eyes. You groaned, handing your brush and de-tangling spray and sitting in-between his legs. You tightened your fists, prepping yourself for a long brush session.

Seijuro gasped out as your aloe vera smeared hands made contact with his brightened back.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!”

You laughed, “Come on Sei, you’re a swimmer, shouldn’t you know better then to go to the beach without sunscreen.”

“Well yeah, but you just looked so good in your swimsuit that I forgot.” he grumbled, “Anyway, you’re lucky you don’t burn!”

“Hey I’m burnt too!” you defended.

“Yeah but no one can see it! Man are the guys gonna ream me out at practice tomorrow.” he groaned.

You laughed once more, planting a kiss on the nape of his neck, “Well I’m here for you babe.”

You smacked him in the middle of his back to urge him up, earning a hysteric cry as you laid down on your own stomach next to him, “Alright my turn.”

You felt the weight on the bed shift as he knelt over you, but for a good minute you felt no relief to the burning.

You turned back to see a very confused Seijuro, “What’s wrong?”

“Babe you’re not burned!”

While the new scenario writer, that I shall introduce you to later, works on a request that I should be posting tonight Im gonna post some NSFW style 5 headcanons to make up for my lack of activity. Enjoy - K.

Haru: - He is a huge fan of giving oral sex, especially on a female partner. He could spend forever between his partners legs pleasuring them with his mouth and he wont stop until their thighs are clamped around his head and they are pushing his head away. - His likes positions that offer him and his partner closeness like the spooning position or missionary. His hands never leave his partners during lovemaking so the ones that enable him to hold them and keep them close are his go to ones.

Makoto: - He surprisingly prefers to be the dominate one while making love and he can get quite rough. He loves it when his partner submits to him and he can take his time pleasuring every inch of their body. The best part of him being in control is the after care, he completely dotes on his partner by cleaning them up and tending to their every need. - He loves to watch his partners face while having sex, it might be his favorite part of the whole thing. They way they get all red and sweaty and make such sinful faces that he gets to see is his kryptonite. If he thinks about their O-face while he is sure to get a hard on.

Nagisa: - He is very vocal in bed, and by vocal I mean he doesnt shut up, he has no problem showing his partner how into their lovemaking he is. He constantly talks about how cute they are as he fucks them or gives them his own variety of dirty talk. His partner often has to use their mouth or hand to muffle his sounds. - He is a fan of quick, shallow, rapid thrusts….sorta like how a bunny rabbit fucks. Whatever positions that put an emphasis on these kinds of thrusts are his favorite.

Rei: - He is VERY, VERY vocal in bed but unlike Nagisa his sounds are sounds of pleasure. His moans, whimpers and pants are audible through the entirety of the act and if they need to keep quiet his partner usually needs to muffle his sounds. A lot of the reason he is so vocal is because he is so uptight in day to day life that when he and his partner are fucking he has no choice but to let go. - He is a fan of positions where his partner is in control due to the fact that he has a hard time focusing on anything when he is being intimate. Some positions are: The Butterfly, Cowgirl and Reverse Cowgirl.

I said 3 max you naughty person but I forgive you 😃 let’s get some Levi up in this bitch!!! - K

Sleeping Headcanon:- Is an incredibly light sleeper, barely manages to get more than a couple hours every night. A mouse farts, he’s up. A light goes on, he’s up. The wind blows north, he’s up. You get where I am going here. He’s unable to completely relax due to his years in the underground and fighting titans, so even in his sleep he is more aware and alert than most.

Hugging Headcanon:- On the rare occasions he accepts hugs he finds himself getting lost in them; especially if they are from his S/O. The way they hold him so gently and rub his back overwhelms him and he has a hard time keeping himself from crying. Lil bab needs love too.

Kissing Headcanon:- ALWAYS makes intense eye contact with his S/O right before he firmly plants his lips on them. He has to see the desire and want they have for him in order to really take their breath away, their affection for him has become an addiction.

Chapter two for my NSFW headcanons! Our favorite backstroke swimmer it´s up now ;)

Notes: a gigantic THANK YOU! to mood sierra from @sousukesbirthdaybash for kindly showing me how to put my posts under the cut for those who don´t feel too comfortable around NSFW. They will be hosting a special week event full of contributions for Sou-chan b-day from September 14th to 21st, make sure to check them out!

So…with that said I leave you in the hands of

Makoto:

Tony Stark/ Iron Man: 

He felt the bed shift so he moved to sit up. You were cradling your legs to your chest with your head leaning against your knees. “What’s wrong?”, he asks concerned. You wipe the tears from your eyes, “I don’t want to talk about it. Just hold me?”. He smiles slightly, “Of course, lie down”. You moved to rest your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. He began rubbing patterns on your back to comfort you while humming lowly, you feel asleep in his arms.

Steve Rogers/ Captain America: 

He had woken up in the middle of the night to find your side of the bed empty so he decided to go look for you. He found you sitting in the kitchen with a glass of milk, “Nightmare?”. You turn around to see him standing in the doorway of the kitchen, “Yeah”. He smiles, walking over to you, “Feel better? Or do you want to talk about it?”. You sigh, “Better but I do want to talk about it, just not now”. He smiles, kissing your forehead, “That’s okay. I’m always ready to listen to you”.

Bruce Banner/ The Hulk: 

He woke up to your scream, sitting up in the bed. “Are you okay?”, he asks. You try to catch your breath, “No”. He moves to hold you as you begin crying again, rubbing your back to comfort you. Once you’ve calmed down, “Are you sure you’re okay?”, he asks. You sit up wiping the tears from your cheeks, “I’m better now”. He smiles. kissing your forehead, “I’m here if you need me”. You smile, “I know”.

Thor: 

He found you standing on the balcony, “Shouldn’t you be in bed”. You sigh, turning around, “Couldn’t sleep”. He looked at you worried, moving closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. “Same nightmare again?”, he asks. You sigh, “Yeah”. He kisses your forehead, “Wanna talk about it”. You nuzzle your nose into his chest, “No. Just continue to hold me”. He smiles, “I’m never letting you go”.

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow: 

She found you sitting on the couch, “Why aren’t you in bed”. You look up at her and she notices the tears on your face and puffy eyes. She sighs, “Another nightmare”. You sigh, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “It’s the same nightmare and it doesn’t seem to be going away”. She moves over to the couch, sitting down next to you, bringing you into her arms, “We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’ want to. Just know I’m here for you”. You smile, grateful, “I know”.

Clint Barton / Hawkeye: 

He found you sitting by the window, lost in your own thought. “What’s wrong”, he asks. You sigh, “I keep having the same nightmare”. He sighs, sitting down next to you, “Do you want to talk about it”. You rest your head on his shoulder, “No. I feel like it’ll get worse if I talk about it”. he kisses the top of your head, “I’m always going to be here if you need me”. You smile, “I know”.

title: warm hugspairing: tadashi hamada / reader

“Hey Tadashi!” 

Tadashi blinks, surprised, then looks up to take in the sight before him of you sitting across the lab. You’ve shed your winter coat and placed it neatly on the back of his desk chair, but that’s not why he’s staring. 

Sitting right next to you is Baymax, activated, and (judging from the orange glow emitting from his framework) generating heat. His arm is slung over your shoulder, and you’re leaning against the robot’s side. 

“Hey…” Tadashi replies back slowly, thoughtfully, as he shrugs off his own coat and unlaces his scarf from around his neck. The cold winter weather is quickly melting off of him from the sudden spark of… something in his chest. “What are you doing here? I thought you had class.” 

You shrug. “They got canceled, so I thought I’d come by to surprise you. But you weren’t here.” 

He frowns. “I was in class.” 

You look up at him and grin. “It’s okay, Tadashi. Baymax is here to keep me warm.” 

Tadashi places his own winter clothing on the back of his chair and makes his way over to you and Baymax. The latter is studying him with those blank, observing eyes of his, but you’re merely looking down at your phone as if absolutely nothing is wrong with this situation. 

“(Y/N),” Tadashi starts. 

“Tadashi,” You say back, looking back up at him and giving him a teasing grin. 

Something inside Tadashi is set back. You know. You know exactly what emotion is being thrown around inside the boy’s head; you know why Tadashi is suddenly so dubious and strange about you sitting next to Baymax. 

“You can stop cuddling with Baymax,” Tadashi continues slowly. 

“Why?” You counter back, pocketing your phone and using both your arms to hug Baymax’s side. “He’s squishy and warm.” 

Tadashi can feel his eyebrow twitch, before he manages an uneasily smile. “I’m warm.” 

You laugh a little. “You were just walking through the snow outside.” 

“Okay…” Tadashi backtracks. “I need to get warm then?” He raises an eyebrow once more and gives you a look, trying to get his message across without actually having to say anything. 

You, instead, widen your grin and gesture to the other side of Baymax. “Then join in on the fun. The other side of Baymax is pretty warm too.” 

“Oh my god,” Tadashi grumbles, approaching you with sudden long, determined steps. Without a warning, he wraps his hand around your wrist and drags you up and out of Baymax’s comforting embrace. “Baymax, I’m satisfied with my care.” 

“You know,” You start teasingly, the corner of your lips turned up to showcase your clear amusement for the situation. “If you want something that badly, then just say something.” 

Tadashi doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leads you towards his desk chair, where he sits down first and tugs on your wrist, forcing you to sit on his lap. 

“You’re a lot of things, Tadashi,” You start as Tadashi hastily wraps his arms around your waist, as if he knows you’re going to run off to try and achieve Baymax once more. “But I think you getting jealous over a robot is definitely new.” 

Requested? Yes. “Ayyy do some Anakin relationship headcanons!!”

A/N: This is my first time writing something like this so I apologise if this is awful and you dislike it. Like, I’m really sorry.

#38  more nsfw Anakin head canons   star wars masterpost  3 head canons

#15 REQUESTED masterlist

2 head canons for each section, except the last one and the first

- Anakin loves physical contact. In public it’salways subtle, like his fingers gently brushing against yours, or gentlytouching your shoulder.  In private, heloves to cuddle and hold you as close as possible.

- Going off of the cuddling, Anakin always tangleshis limbs in yours when sleeping.  There’sno such thing as your side and his side. He seems to subconsciously know if you roll away in your sleep becausehe’s quick to pull you back into his arms.

- He flirts with you a lot (even though you aretogether) because he loves how you blush and get flustered.  

- He is super protective of you.  He would never let anyone hurt you while he’s around.

- He can be very stubborn when the two of you argue.  So expect to get frustrated when the two of you have a disagreement! because he thinks he’s always right.

- He always showers you with compliments, and the best part is he’s 100% sincere.  He constantly tells you how beautiful and kind you are, even when you’re feeling like utter crap.  He always knows how to make you feel better

- He really likes it when you run your fingers through his hair while kissing him.

- While he’s away on missions, he likes to pick up various trinkets that remind him of you to give you as gifts when he returns.

- When he gets back from missions he always comes to you first to embrace you and kiss you, and let you know that he made it back safe, which you are grateful for.

Request: I’d love a story about the scar on the side of Illyas face. Like maybe you’re tracing it one night while he’s sleeping and it wakes him up. You then ask him about the story behind it. You blog is so amazing and you are super talented. Much love and kisses.

Warning(s): none

A/N: Thank you so much! Hope you enjoy, love x

Darkness overwhelmed the room, flooding every square foot of the room from corner to corner. The only light was that of the moon but even tonight the moonbeams were faint. Everything was silent- almost painfully so.

You couldn’t fall asleep and soon this quiet was going to drive you mad with boredom. Beside you Illya was softly snoring, his bare chest rising with each heavy breath. For once he had been able to sleep for more than three hours.

You shifted closer to his side of the bed, careful not to disturb him. The moonlight just caught the side of his face. His golden hair looked pale in this light, and you couldn’t help but stare. He was so peaceful as he slept beside you. Something on the side of his cheek caught your eye- the scar on his cheek was illuminated, appearing ghostly white.

Without thinking, you reached out and began to trace the rough skin with your index finger. It was a small scar and you had noticed it before, but Illya never talked about it. It clearly had some connection to his past and you didn’t want to trigger any bad memories. You continued letting your fingers brush past his cheek, following the edge of his jaw.

Request: Solo and Illya entertaining dirty thoughts about the female reader when she suddenly came into the room? Separately please!

Word Count: Smutty thoughts. Language.

A/N: Hope you like it :-)

Napoleon The room was quite and undisturbed. He was seated in an armchair, reading the paper. As a spy, it was difficult to catch up on current events that weren’t classified. He heard a sound and looked up as the bathroom door opened. You walked out with tousled hair, wearing only a bathrobe that tied loosely around your waist. And Napoleon couldn’t help it as the dirty thoughts flooded his mind.

Fuck, you looked so good and exactly that: fuckable. Napoleon felt his palms grow clammy as you paraded around the room, completely unaware. He couldn’t help but wonder what you would feel like wrapped around his body, moaning his name into the unholy hours of the night. He wanted to let his hands get lost in your hair as he kissed every inch of your body, your skin flushing from his hot lips. He wanted to know what you tasted like. Napoleon closed his eyes as the feeling became almost overbearing as thoughts pounded through his mind of him pounding into you.

“Hey, Napoleon, are you alright?” He nearly jumped from his seat when he heard your voice above him. You chuckled, your hands on your hips. “You look like you have a fever.”

“I’m fine.” Napoleon choked out and loosened his tie. As you walked away he noticed the large peak in his pants and quickly moved to cover it with the newspaper. Fuck, what you did to him.

Illya Illya tweaked his radio and tried to receive some kind of single in the hotel room. The signal was undisturbed and an even static crackled from the speaker. He heard a thud in the bedroom so he set down the radio and decided to investigate.

He found you jumping around the room, waving a newspaper. “Uh, (Y/N), are you alright?”

You turned around, your cheeks flushed and slightly out of breath. “There was a bug,” You shrugged and tossed the newspaper into the bin, “but I killed it.”

Illya nodded and looked down, swallowing harshly as he took in your appearance. You were wearing the tank top you wore beneath all your clothes; the one with a neckline that cut dangerously low. The bottom had gathered above your hips from reaching for the bug, which exposed some of the skin of your stomach. He immediately scolded himself for the thoughts that rushed through his head, pulsating like a headache. He wanted to get a headache from your shrill screams and gasps when he ripped that tank top off you, fucking you into the early morning hours. Fuck. Illya wasn’t raised to think this way- women were a distraction that was to be avoided. But you, you were a different case. He wanted to have your thighs over his shoulders as he felt your pulsing core with his tongue, making you beg for more and more. He wanted to know what it would sound like if you yelled out his name, toes curling with the relief he would be able to give.

“Hey, earth to the U.S.S.R., is anyone in there?”

Request: (1) Y/N and Illya are in love but Illya is afraid of getting too close because he doesn’t want her getting hurt because of him and you try and reassure him + (2) The reader tries to calm Illya down during one of his episodes

Warning(s): Distress.

A/N: Hope you enjoy <3

“Illya, please.” You had been leaning against the bathroom door for over an hour now. The tile was cold on your legs; afterall, you were wearing only an oversized jumper and long socks. Tears stained your cheeks but there was no response from him, only the sound of a glass shattering.

His elbow connected with your jaw and you staggered backward, your face aching. You had been standing directly behind Illya when he reached for glass in the kitchen cabinet and his elbow accidentally hit you in the process. Immediately Illya asked if you were alright, cupping your face in his hands and kissing your forehead. You assured him over and over that you were fine, that it was just a little bump. But that didn’t stop a dark look from clouding his features as he left you standing in the kitchen and rushed into the bathroom with a slam of the door.

You weren’t a stranger to Illya’s episodes but nonetheless, you felt your heart break each time he had one.

Request: Illya and Solo receiving the silent treatment from their respective reader. Hopefully ending with fluff? ;)

Warning(s): none

A/N: Hope you enjoy :-)

You slinked around the hotel room in a sulking manner, your entire body tense with anxiousness. The team had decided to leave for a mission while you were in the shower because they thought the task would be too difficult for your rookie self. For all you knew, they could all be dead right now.

You had been wandering around the room for over an hour now; your mind too antsy for you to sit still. You drew your bathrobe tighter around your body as you rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet.

Suddenly the double doors opened to reveal Illya and Napoleon laughing boisterously, clapping each other on the back in self-approval. You groaned and immediately rushed into your bedroom. There were three in the suite.

“Cowboy, did you just see (Y/N)?” Illya looked at Napoleon with a raised eyebrow.

Request: could you write an illya x reader smut where illya, solo, gaby, and the reader get back from a mission and they’re are all tired and stuff. gaby and solo are sharing a room and illya and the reader are also sharing a room. as soon as the door closes, illya just pushes the reader against the wall and they start making out and it leads to smut

Warning(s): smut smut smut !!!

A/N: I’m nervous about the way I write it smut so don’t hate me if this is bad, okay? I played this one a bit safe but maybe send in some feedback before I post the Napoleon smut?

You walked alongside Gaby, sharing your grievances about the night’s mission. Illya and Napoleon walked beside you both, their feet dragging slightly on the carpet. Your hand was loosely held in Illya’s; something like hand-holding was a second nature to the two of you after being together for all these months.

“Could you believe the way that woman was throwing punches?” You scoffed, rubbing your jaw where the lady had punched you.

“I know, it was absolutely ridiculous.” Gaby agreed. Both of your hairstyles were slipping from their ponytails in a dirty mess.

“She hit me pretty hard!” Napoleon interluded, sounding overdramatic as he whined. You all shared a weary laugh and continued on with separate conversation.

“And her knuckles were so bony- oh, this is us.” You stopped walking when you felt Illya’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the hotel room. Illya twisted the key in the lock and opened the door.

“Goodnight guys!” You called with your head peaking out from a gap in the door. “You’ve been awfully quite, Illya. Did you get hurt-”

I didn’t follow this exactly, but I added smut ;)

Pairing: Joker (Suicide Squad) x Reader

Words: 1,101

Warning: Unsafe sex, smut

I take a deep breath as I turn into the dark alley that leads to my tiny apartment. A few feet in, two men jump out in front of me. Not knowing what to do, I stagger back. Once the two men start walking toward me, the word run screams in my head. But before I get the chance to, each of they grab my arms tightly.

“Get off me!” I scream, squirming in efforts to release their grip on me.

In the midst of my squirming, a tall, pale man slowly walks around the corner. His maroon button up shirt blows in the wind, showing many tattoos. Something about him seems so familiar, so attractive.

I clench my jaw as I stare cold into his eyes as he approaches me. “What do you want from me.” I demand, trying once more to get out of their grip.

“What I want from you is simple,” He stalks forward, staring back into my eyes. “It’s you.” He purrs as he strokes my cheek.

Haha, not at all hon! Not. At. All.

You knew Makoto would be scared, after all, he was scared of almost everything, why would losing his virginity–an act that made even the strongest of willed tremble– be an exception? It wouldn’t be, you knew that. But honestly, this particular anxiety really took the cake. He’d shaken so hard the whole time, you’d honestly thought he’d gone epileptic at one point by the flickering of the candles; he couldn’t get a single solid sentence out; and it took him a good ten minutes just to unbutton your jeans. This orca was far more akin to a mouse then you’d ever seen him before, and that was certainly saying something.

Thus, you decided to take charge, an act of which his appreciation truly transcended comprehension. He moaned softly, over and over again, as you laid atop him, sucking his Adam’s apple and stroking his thick pectorals under his t-shirt. The two of you sat up so that you could peel it off his trembling body and immediately kissed your way down his torso and happy trail, delivering a quick little nip at both the skin right under his naval and the muscle at the hem of his boxer briefs.

You gasped and you grinned, pulling the soft cotton down the thick of his thighs before immediately descending on his soft, plump cock, working eagerly to milk him to full length.

Or at least you tried.

You pulled away at the passage of fifteen minutes to rub out the cramp in your aching jaw from continuous work, “Wow, he does not want to wake up huh?”

A loud sniff caught your attention and you snapped up. Your brows furrowed as you stared at his sweet face on the verge of tears.

“I-I’m so sorry ___, I-I’m just so nervous and I-I can’t–!” he immediately buried his face in hi shands in shame.

“Hey, hey, hey, no Mako no.” you cooed, sitting up and pulling him into your arms, “If you’re not ready you’re not ready. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Makoto whipped back, looking you deep in the eye, “B-But I do want this, I want you so much ___.”

“I know that Mako, but you’re not ready. You’re body’s telling you that and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. I’m happy just being with you right now, we have our whole lives to lose are virginities and have sex, we don’t need each other like that right this moment. We just need each other.

He smiled softly before snuggling his head tightly into the crevice of your neck and shoulder, arms coiling around you tightly for comfort. You matched his embrace with equal affection.

“I love you Makoto Tachibana.” you breathed into his ear.

His head immediately shot up. You blinked, “Mako what’s wro–?”

“It’s up.” he said.

“Huh?”

“It’s up!” 

“Oh thank God!”