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Tobio is used to routines. He likes having things in order and that feeling of familiarity. So it's not a surprise that he wakes up first like any other day.
The sun is already up. Though there are no blaring rays of sunshine. It's cloudy outside. The large sliding glass door shows a clear picture of the chilly weather.
The perfect weather for his birthday. Cloudy, tucked in bed, him in his girlfriend's arms. His face nestling on her collarbone, nosing along her neck. He can definitely get used to this.
He enjoys the moment with closed eyes—not wanting to fully open them and actually start the day. He wants a few more minutes like this. When it's like time has stopped and he can do whatever he pleases.
Yet he freezes when the body he's snuggled up with moves. Just a slight shift. The hand on his shoulder slides a bit lower as a inaudible hum comes from Y/N.
She doesn't say a word, or show any signs of waking up fully.
He relaxes once more. Good. He wants them to sleep in just a bit more for the day. As much as he wants to go on his routine like any other day— starting his morning jogging around the neighborhood—he has second thoughts about it.
What would his girlfriend think of him if he doesn't pamper her after what they did last night?
He sighs and squeezes her a little. Some more shut eye wouldn't hurt anyone.
Almost an hour later, Y/N slightly stirs awake feeling heavy. Literally. She attempts to move her body, only to realize that she's unable to because of the large man laying on her.
Tobio rests on his girlfriend. Half his body stuck on her, head somewhere on her chest, an arm secured around her middle. The comforter had been messed up as they slept.
She quietly tries to change their position. Thinking of their activities last night, she suddenly didn't want to wake him up just yet. So she gives up and rubs his back instead, enjoying the silent moment they have. She, too, didn't want to get out of bed.
Her boyfriend may be heavy, though he provides a much needed warmth that is most definitely welcomed.
She then moves up her ministrations higher, gingerly pressing fingers on his shoulder and nape. Like a massage of sorts. There's no sign of the other waking up even as she runs her hand through his dark hair.
"What are you doing?" But her fun eventually comes to an end—Tobio's voice is still laced with sleep as he spoke—or so she thought. "Don't stop..." He murmurs, mouth moving near her collarbone.
As requested, Y/N goes back to what she was doing. It's cute. There's a openness and vulnerability they show each other only during a morning like this. She can definitely get used to it.
"Mhm." Tobio hums when his girlfriend pulls lightly at his hair. It's enough to tell him that they're both awake at this point, and surely not in his dream. He slowly slips his hand in her shirt and draws random patterns on her skin.
This is turning into a dangerous game, it seems.
"Breakfast?" He busies himself along her neck, leaving a trail of feather light kisses.
Perhaps his invitation for a meal meant two different things. Y/N sighs blissfully at the attention, but not fully satisfied. "Maybe later." She smiles when she looks down and meets the other's gaze—making it clear that he wants a different kind of breakfast—and biting her lip as he pulls the thin fabric of her shorts down.
Last night definitely didn't seem enough for him.
She was expecting them to be more comfortable and intimate—just not this quick.
Tobio grabs whatever he can of the comforter, about to throw it over their bodies. He lifts a brow when his girlfriend raises her hand to stop him, slowly dropping the large fabric down.
"I want to see your face." She holds on to his cheek while requesting. "Please?"
He sighs at the words, easily pushing his body up. So that he can cage her between his arms and be on top. "I can't exactly eat you out like that, now can I?"
The bluntness of his words makes her flush, her legs close at the sudden image that popped in her head. "What the hell, Tobio!" She squeaks, immediately covering her face with both hands.
"Next time." He chuckles, gently prying her hands from her face. The embarrassed expression she makes goes straight to his dick. He wants to fuck her all over again.
"Ughh..."
"Never mind breakfast." He pecks her on the lips. He doesn't realize he's smiling. "This'll just be the appetizer. I'll make it quick. You okay with that?"
She gulps, the answer already on her mind. "Y-Yes..." Obviously, admitting to it right away is too embarrassing.
"Good girl."
Honestly, she knows it will take time for her to get used to this side of her boyfriend. Confident—knowing what to say and do to push her buttons. It's torture.
And he proves himself to be good with his mouth as well. Too good. He has his lover in a moaning mess not that long after. Bite marks are made here and there over her inner thighs, his warm tongue tasting the bare skin that he can reach. His face presses hard on her plush skin as his darts his tongue in her cunt.
Fuck. Legs shaking, Y/N reaches her high. Being stimulated like this first thing in the morning surely woke her up. She didn't know she would release that fast. It feels like a minute, it feels like forever.
"Kinda sweet." Tobio raises his head, wiping the liquid that got on his face. He licks his lips and hums. A sign of approval.
It should really be illegal to be that hot.
"Want to taste?" Noticing the other's expression, Tobio lifts a brow. He crawls on top of Y/N and leans down, but not yet pressing their lips together.
She switches her attention between his gaze and lips. Eyes open to take his features in. And with barely any effort, she moves to kiss him, resulting in a muffled sound between a sigh and hum.
Satisfied with the reaction, he closes his eyes. He follows the pace that the other had set, relaxing, hands carefully touching her body.
When they pull away, Y/N chases to peck his lips.
"Good?
"Mhm." She smiles, dopey, loosely wrapping her arms around his neck. So that she can gently pull him back to bed with her. "It is kinda sweet."
He tucks the stray hair behind her ear and chuckles. He's obviously elated with the answer, because he knows he's pleased her well.
"By the way, I'm actually hungry now."
The statement is followed by Tobio's laugh, again—genuine and low and so hot—and he simply stares at his girlfriend without a word.
"I'm serious." She then pouts.
"I don't want to get up yet," he says the first thing that comes to mind.
"Why?"
Several answers line up in Tobio's head. He doesn't say any of them. "Because." He shrugs his shoulders, coming closer to the other's face to nuzzle his nose against hers.
"You're stalling." She deadpans, pulling her face away slightly.
"Let's stay like this a little longer." He requests, getting closer again.
And she let's him, smiling, not having the energy to push his buttons. "Okay, baby," she uses a sarcastic voice to point out his slightly childish behavior. Not that she minded much at the moment.
His dark brows lift at the nickname. "Say that again, Y/N."
The slight change in his expression is subtle but not unnoticeable because of their proximity. She almost feels intimidated by his intense stare. "Where's this disrespect coming from?" She switches topics, feigning shock.
"From the birthday boy."
Okay, he definitely catches her off guard with that reply. She gulps the nervousness down her throat, fingers playing with the hair on the back his nape.
"Say it again, then I'll get up."
The offer is tempting.
He's almost pleading, but his expression says otherwise. These are the times when he doesn't know how to show on his face what he likes.
She observes the other's features, thinking. He's serious, expecting, and certainly honest. The more that she stares, she concludes that perhaps her boyfriend only, surely, wants what he just said.
And he knows he'll be able to get it judging by the firm grip he has on her waist.
"Okay." She doesn't know how she doesn't stammer. Because her heart hammers against her chest. "B-Baby..."
And Tobio is not one for nicknames in his past relationships. He never minded; didn't think much about the subtle innuendos his lovers dropped. Almost passive. Yet, the shy way that Y/N calls him is enough to make his heart—and perhaps his cock—happy.
"Let's have breakfast." Her hand runs along the length of his hair slowly. She acts like she wasn't so nervous a few moments ago.
Tobio thinks she likes it, too.
And maybe Y/N can get used to it.