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🌟🍋 Tired (Taishiro x Fem!Reader)

*♡request for BlueberryBlity♡*

You lie in the quiet embrace of your bed, staring at the ceiling. The clock's digital display glows a cold blue in the dark, the numbers taunting you with every tick: 2:54 AM. Another sleepless night unfurls before you like a never-ending black ribbon. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts-work deadlines, family drama, and the incessant hum of the world outside your window. You sigh, rolling onto your side, feeling the soft warmth of your boyfriend, Taishiro, curled up behind you.

Taishiro stirs, his arm tightening around your waist. "You okay?" he murmurs sleepily, his voice a comforting rumble in the dark. His breath is warm and steady against your neck.

"Can't sleep," you admit, keeping your voice low so as not to disturb him further.

He shifts, his hand moving to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "Want me to count sheep for you?" he offers with a smirk. Taishiro's humor is always there, ready to cut through the tension of the moment.

You chuckle softly, feeling a little better. "No, I don't think that'll do it tonight." You roll onto your back, the sheets shifting with you.

Taishiro goes still, then laughs quietly. "I might have a...different approach," he says, his tone teasing. You can feel his smile against your skin. "How about I pound you until you pass out?"

The suggestion sends a jolt through your body, a thrill of anticipation and arousal. You turn to face him, his features barely visible in the dark, but you know that look-it's the one he gets when he's considering something he knows you'll love. "You're joking," you reply, but there's no conviction in your voice.

He props himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching yours. "Am I?" His hand trails down your side, settling on your hip. "I mean, I'm not a miracle worker, but I could give it a shot if it'll help you sleep."

You can't help but grin. "Alright," you say, your voice a whisper. "But you might have to try pretty hard."

With a low chuckle, Taishiro leans in to kiss you, his touch gentle at first, then growing more insistent. His hand slides up your thigh, finding the warmth between your legs. Your breath hitches as his fingers explore, the tension in your body unwinding like a tightly wound spring. His kisses become more urgent, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand works its magic. You arch into his touch, your body responding instinctively.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Let's see if I can wear you out, then," he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr. He moves his hand away, leaving you aching for more, and shifts his body so that he's hovering over you. His weight is reassuring, a comforting presence in the night.

You feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and your heart races. The anticipation is almost too much to handle. He kisses a trail down your neck, nipping at your collarbone, making you gasp. His hands are everywhere-on your breasts, your stomach, your thighs-his touch setting your skin alight with desire. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, silently begging for him to fill the empty space inside you.

With a playful smirk, Taishiro slides off your panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor. The cool air of the room brushes against your exposed skin, making you shiver with anticipation. His fingers trace the dampness there, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. His touch is both tender and insistent, a silent promise of what's to come. He teases you, his thumb circling your clit with the precision of a maestro conducting. You squirm beneath him, your body a canvas of want.

He kisses you deeply again, his tongue mimicking the motions of his hand. The tension builds, a coil of need tightening in your belly. Taishiro's other hand grips your hip, his nails digging in just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain through your body. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, his words lost in the sensation.

Suddenly, his thumb stops its delicious torture, and with one swift movement, he lines up with your entrance. You suck in a breath as he presses inside you, filling you up inch by inch. His eyes never leave yours, watching your every reaction, drinking in your pleasure. When he's fully seated, he stills for a moment, savoring the feeling of being connected to you, of being the one to bring you peace in the chaos of the night.

Then, with a smirk that promises everything and more, he starts to move. His hips rock into yours, a slow, steady rhythm that makes your toes curl. You moan his name, your hands grabbing onto the bed sheets as if they're a lifeline. His strokes are long and deep, each one hitting that perfect spot that makes your eyes roll back in your head.

As he moves, Taishiro's muscles flex and release, a dance of power and passion. You can feel every ridge of his body against yours, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. His breath comes in harsh pants, a counterpoint to the rhythmic throb of his hips. You match his pace, rising to meet him, eager for more.

He shifts, changing angles, and you gasp as he hits a spot that sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to never stop. The sensation builds, a crescendo of pleasure that you're riding with abandon. You're lost in the moment, in the feel of him inside you, the sound of your bodies moving together.

Taishiro's hand moves up to cover your mouth, muffling your cries as he picks up speed. The pressure is intense, but not unpleasant, and you know you're close. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you focus on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, the warmth spreading through your body like wildfire. You bite his palm gently, your teeth grazing his skin, and he groans in response, his rhythm faltering for a brief second.

As he picks up the pace, you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Your body tightens, your muscles coiling like a spring. "Taishiro," you breathe, his name a plea on your lips.

He groans in response, his own control slipping. "I've got you," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Let go."

The words send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. Your body convulses, muscles tightening around him, and you scream into his hand. He watches you, his eyes dark with desire, and you can see the triumph in them as he feels your climax.

But Taishiro isn't done. He continues to move, his strokes now erratic with his own need. His teeth graze your earlobe, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers, "I'm going to make you come again." And with that, he changes the rhythm again, his hips snapping into yours with a force that steals your breath.

You're so sensitive, so open, and the sensation is almost too much. You thrash beneath him, your nails digging into his back, leaving red trails of passion. He captures your mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing your gasps and moans as he drives you higher. Your body feels like it's on fire, a live wire of pleasure that he's expertly manipulating.

As the second orgasm builds, Taishiro's movements become more frantic. He's close now, you can feel it in the tension of his body. He breaks the kiss, his eyes locked on yours, and you watch as he throws his head back, his muscles tensing. With a roar of release, he empties himself into you, the warmth of his seed filling you up as your body clenches around him.

You both collapse onto the bed, breathing hard, your hearts hammering in your chests. His weight feels like a comforting blanket, and you revel in the feeling of being claimed, of being his. You're exhausted, but in the best way possible-your mind a haze of pleasure and satisfaction.

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