That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime — Home, sweet home ✦
What's it like being the one he returns home to after a long day?
I started watching this recently and seriously thought the kijin were super rad (hot), and so of course I open my sweet tumblr, and am horrified to find that they have such little fics. NOOOO— so, I got to writing!
Content: SFW but there's some spicy suggestion, kissing, cuddling, etc.
Pairings: Souei x gn!reader | Benimaru x gn!reader
You stopped waiting for him to return home long ago, after too many sleepless nights that ended with his side of the bed still cold.
You knew what you were signing up for. He had warned you from the start how his duties would pull him away for weeks at a time.
I mean he was a spy after all.
Still, on the nights he did return home, you could never quite hide your excitement.
His fingers brush strands of hair from your face before he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, lips lingering there as your eyes slowly flutter open.
"Forgive me." he murmurs quietly. "I did not mean to wake you."
You smile sleepily, reaching for him before you’re even fully awake.
"You should always wake me when you come home."
He shakes his head, though the corners of his lips curve faintly.
He slips into bed beside you, pulling you firmly into his lap until your head rests against his chest. His arms wrap securely around you, thumbs tracing slow circles along your arm.
You can still feel the lingering chill of rain on his skin.
His fingers thread through your hair, lips brushing the top of your head. The steady rise and fall of his chest nearly lulls you back to sleep.
"Go back to bed," he commands softly.
You make a small protesting sound, peeking up at him with a sleepy pout.
He blinks down at you for a moment before letting out the faintest sigh, and you swear he almost sounds amused.
".. I see."
His hand slips into your hair before he leans down to kiss you properly this time, slow and warm, enough to make your chest ache.
"Were my cuddles not enough for you?" he murmurs against your lips, teasing softly.
Your hands press against his chest as you melt into him, starved after too many nights apart.
He kisses you carefully at first, almost restrained, like he’s trying to remember how to touch you after weeks apart.
But the moment your fingers slide into his hair, the last bit of his composure crumbles.
His shaky breath spills against your lips before his mouth drifts slowly to your jaw, then lower still, teeth grazing softly against your neck.
"I missed you," he admits quietly, the words rough and foreign on his tongue.
"I missed you too," you whisper back, lips warm from his.
His arms tighten around you, holding you closer as his lips trail down your skin, every touch slower than the last until your breath catches beneath him.
By the time sunlight slips through the curtains, the bed certainly wasn't cold.
He tries his best not to wake you. He really does.
But you always know when he's home.
Heavy footsteps groan against the wooden floors outside the bedroom. The soft click of the knob follows as he tries to slip inside unnoticed, betrayed moments later by the not so quiet thud of his foot hitting the frame.
He curses under his breath, growing still as he waits to see if he's woken you.
But you pretend to be asleep anyway, because the guilt that flashes in his eyes whenever he wakes you always makes your chest ache.
The room falls quiet again as he moves carefully in the dark. The soft rustle of fabric fills the room, layers gently falling to the floor.
When you finally peek through your lashes, his back is turned to you.
Broad shoulders left bare. Crimson hair falling messily along his neck, so vibrant even in the dark. Loose pants hang low on his hips, drawing your eyes lower before you quickly force them shut again.
The mattress dips as he climbs into bed, the familiar scent of ash shrouding you as his body melts against yours. And you have to hold back your smile, having him home beside you again, finally.
Hands slip around your waist, sliding under your shirt to soothe cold skin. His breath fans your ear, warm and light, before pressing a kiss there, and this time you do smile.
"I know you're not asleep."
You can hear the amusement in his voice, feel the way his chest rumbles softly behind you. Rough fingers trace along your hip before sliding higher, tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer.
Crap.
Ok, maybe you weren't as sneaky as you'd like to think either.
Another laugh rumbles in his chest at your silence, low and tired more than anything else. His nose brushes lightly along the back of your neck before he buries his face there completely.
You sigh in defeat, finally dropping the act as your fingers find his. His skin is rough against yours, the warmth melting away the chill that had settled into the bed long ago.
"You’re late," you mumble sleepily.
"Mhm."
No excuse. No explanation. Just the quiet sound of his voice against your skin.
You turn slightly in his arms, just enough to glance back at him over your shoulder. Even in the dark, you can see the exhaustion clinging to him, half-lidded eyes, crimson hair falling messily into his face.
Your fingers brush the hair away gently.
Benimaru practically melts beneath your touch.
It’s subtle. Most people probably wouldn’t even notice it.
But you do.
The way his shoulders loosen. The way his grip tightens around your waist. The shaky breath he lets out against your neck.
"You should get some sleep," you whisper softly.
His eyes linger on yours, flickering briefly to your lips before he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to them. The kiss is warm enough to melt the ache in your chest, gentle even as his hands tighten around your waist, desperate.
"Mhm. Soon," he murmurs against your lips.
But he makes no effort to let you go.
You’re not sure when you finally fall asleep, but the last thing you remember is the warm press of his lips on your skin.
I hope you enjoyed ❤︎ Any suggestions on who I should write for next?
