Poofy mikko curls! I need him soft like that, I just picture the most gentle giant of a man you know? I know the aftercare is everything, I want to be manhandled gently by a giant man who worships me lol.
Ps. I found your blog two days ago because of your mikko fics and now I’m going to be reading everything oof.
suggestive content below....... sorry for the amount of references to his hair lol
your back sinks into the sofa and the cotton throw whispers across your skin, still damp, still humming. mikko’s sprawled beside you, a hulking silhouette gone tender in the soft light, curls puffed into a golden cloud from the heat you both built. the humidity clings to him like a halo, each ringlet feral, softened at the edges by sweat and steam. he’s smiling like he can’t help it, dimples deep enough to claim you whole, light eyes drowsy, content. the big gentle giant, still sprawled across half the couch, cradling you with arms that could dominate the crease, and right now hold you like you’re the only fragile thing he ever trusted himself with.
his thumb skims the back of your hand, slow lazy circles, while his other arm drapes across your hips, a protective weight that still remembers how to press you down and leave you breathless. the faint scent of salt, heat, sex hangs between you, and from the kitchen window the night air pushes a humid sigh over your tangled bodies. his curls bounce when he shifts closer, one arm hooking under your knees, lifting you without effort, careful even as you squeal a soft, surprised “mmph,” a tiny echo of what he coaxed out of you minutes ago.
“c’mere,” he murmurs, voice low gravel softened by the smile. “wanna feel you closer.” his finnish accent rounds each syllable, a familiar hush. he tucks you between him and the couch back, chest to your spine, heart thumping slow and heavy. every breath he lets out drifts across your neck, a cool contrast to the sheen on your skin. his nose bumps the damp hair at your nape and he hums. “god, look at me,” he says with a chuckle, reaching up to push errant curls from his forehead. “humility’s got my hair all crazy.”
you roll onto your back and press a palm to his flushed chest, feeling the steady spread of warmth beneath your fingers. “humidity,” you correct, voice scratchy-soft, and he groans, a playful “ugh, whatever,” before dipping down to nose along your jaw. “guess there’s only one cure for my bad english. you have to kiss every poof back into place.” the grin breaks wide across his face, dimples deep, dimmer switch turned up to pure sweetness.
“you’re all poofy because of me, though,” you murmur, kissing a damp curl. “should i feel proud?” he groans playfully and buries his face against your neck, teeth grazing your skin in a tender scrape.
“mmm, maybe,” he lifts his head, eyes shining. he leans forward to snag the water bottle off the coffee table. “drink,” he orders, voice firm but affectionate. you take a sip, and he watches, thumb stroking your throat as you swallow. “good girl.” he tips the bottle to your lips again, making sure you drink more, then takes his own swallow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
you shift, legs tangling with his. the heat between your thighs has faded to a comfortable glow, muscles twitching in aftershock. he notices the tiny flinch when you move, and his brows knit. “hurts?” he asks quietly.
“just sensitive,” you whisper, and he nods, pulling you closer, letting you rest against his ribs. “i’ll run a bath in a bit,” he promises. “throw in that stupid lavender stuff you like.” his voice softens. “earned it.”
true to his word, eventually he shifts, grunting, and slides off the couch, catching you when you follow out of habit. he stands, curls bouncing, and your head tilts back to track him. barefoot, broad shoulders gleaming with perspiration, he looks every bit the athlete, but the softness in his posture belongs only to you. he scoops you up without warning, one arm under your knees, the other supporting your back. you squeal, limbs clinging to his damp torso. “mikko!”
he laughs, low and intimate. “told you. bath time.” he carries you down the hall, each step steady despite his fatigue. steam from an earlier shower lingers, making his hair frizz even more, and you can’t help but giggle, fingers threading through the fluff.
he sets you on the vanity counter, pecks your forehead, and starts running the bath, adjusting taps with practiced hands. the lavender soak meets the water, swirling clouds of purple. he tugs you gently to the tub, lowering you with care, never letting go until you’re settled. then he slides in behind you, legs bracketing yours, body wrapping around you. hot water laps at your skin, steam curling around his curls until they’re full, buoyant, and absolutely adorable.
he reaches for the washcloth, gliding it over your shoulders, down your arms, across your chest with reverent strokes. you lean back into him, head resting on his firm chest. “love you like this,” you whisper. “soft, calm, all fluffy.”
his laugh rumbles through your spine. “only fluffy for you, baby.” he kisses your temple. “only soft for you.” and as the water climbs higher and the lavender scent thickens, his touch stays gentle, thorough, covering every inch of you as if cataloging the aftermath of his own desire. he hums, voice a low drone that melts your muscles and settles your pulse.
hours later, when you’re clean, moisturized, and wrapped in his oversized tee, he plops on the bed beside you, hair still wild. you tug him down and pillow your head on his chest once again. he pulls the blanket over you both, tucking it snug around your waist. “gonna sleep like this,” he mumbles. “keeping you safe from all the bad dreams, yeah?” his hand slides under your shirt, resting warm and steady over your belly. you close your eyes, inhale his scent, and let the rhythm of his breathing lull you.
the night hums outside, crickets buzzing through the open window, and mikko holds you like the gentle giant you always knew him to be, every inch of him proof that manhandling can be a love language when it ends with hands this tender, curls this fluffy, and a smile you can feel even in the dark.
