Short Stories And Oneshots!! (GirlxGirl, BoyxBoy, BoyxGirl, LGBTQ)

She Is Divine

The past two chapter have been dirty af so here's some smut.... but with heart and fluffy....ness.

This one came to me while I was listening to one of my favorite NGHFB songs.

This does reference/imply serious topics, such as toxic family, as well as ED.

If those are too much, then please stop reading now.

Enjoy!!

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Noami was just sat in the living room, working on her newest portfolio, when Takumi came in grumbling, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the rack, before trudging upstairs.

Her eyes followed him, watching him march up, lingering on the top step for a few seconds before she closed her computer and left it on the sofa, following him upstairs.

As she reached the top step, she could hear the squeak of the springs in their mattress creak.
They didn't live in an overly massive house, though it was big enough. It was a gift from his uncle, the University they attended wasn't far and it was better than being cooped up in a small dorm.

It took their blossoming relationship to a new level, moving in together, and being more touchy and intimate around each other.

Noami stopped just outside their shared bedroom, leaning on the doorframe. A small smile came to her lips at the sight before her.

Takumi was flopped on their bed, topless and laying on his front, work shirt on the floor, shoes were kicked off. One foot still had a sock on, the other was bare.

Probably too tired to take them off so he just resigned to let his foot freeze.

She approached him, peaking at his face from the side. "You okay baby?"

"Mmmm....." he replied.

"Long day?" She said, removing his sock and dropping it in his other shoe.

"Mmmm......" he replied, again.

She laughed softly, crawling on top of the bed so she was straddling him, "That all you're gonna say to me?" She said before trailing gentle kisses down his bare back.

He let out a soft hum of pleasure, before lifting his head and raising his right arm, which he had been hugging the pillow with.

"Come here." He said.

She crawled over to her side of the bed and lay down, snuggling up next him. His body was warm and comforting, enveloped in his strong arms, the smell of rich, spicy cologne clinging to his neck and chest.

Strong arms and strong hands, decorated with dark hair and scars from well-won fights, that would play with her hair when she was relaxing, that played with the strap of her vest. She felt safe. She felt protected in those arms.

Their noses brushed over each others, his eyes were shut and his lashes gently fluttered. Her left hand rested on his shoulder while the back of her right hand brushed over his features delicately.

Their lips brushed, and then they finally kissed.
Takumi loved the feeling. He could kiss her every minute, of every hour and of everyday and he'd never tire of the feeling. They were alone, they could be as loving and intimate as they want, without their acquaintances joking and gagging, telling them to 'get a room'.

And she felt the same.

Her lips wandered away from his, trailing down his chin and his throat. It gave her a tingling sensation, brushing over his stubble.
He was trying to grow his beard out after seeing a male model with a perfectly maintained beard on one of the billboards in town.