TENDOU'S S/O TRACING THE FRECKLES AND SCARS ON HIS BODY AND ASKING HIM THE STORIES BEHIND EACH ONE AND IT'S JUST CUTE HAPPY SHIT AND IT'S ALL CUDDLES AND KISSES AND THEY BOTH MIGHT BE NAKED BUT THERE'S NO SEX JUST BOTH BEING REAL COMFORTABLE AND TOTALLY IN LOVE NOBODY CAN WRITE THIS BUT YOU I AM 18823987% SURE
This ask was so pure I’m blessed… T/W for mentions of self harm
Lazy Saturday mornings were always Tendou’s favorite. It wasn’t that he was necessarily lazy himself, but the euphoric feeling of not having to wake up, take four shots of espresso, and finish three reports he had procrastinated on for two weeks on was an amazing change. Well, maybe Tendou was a bit lazy.
Tendou didn’t even feel like moving from his small space on the bed. He took lethargic interest with the way the sun cast through the blinds and how Mourning Doves vied for attention. He could roll over and fall back asleep, if he wanted to. Though, he was right on the edge of the bed and his girlfriend was still asleep on his chest, and he’d rather take a bullet than risk waking her up. He yawned, then noticed her stir for a moment before nuzzling back into him. At this point, Tendou was willing to stop breathing. She looked so peaceful, and Tendou couldn’t quite remember the last time he had actually seen __ with her eyes closed. She still harbored remarkable purple eye bags, though, to which Tendou made a mental note to tease her about later.
After about twenty minutes or so, Tendou didn’t oppose the idea of waking her up so much any longer. His mind wandered to places he’d rather not go when he wasn’t occupied with something. He figured he could just leave the bed and do something in the living room, but he knew for a fact the rest of the apartment would be absolutely freezing; February did not treat them nice. He slowly turned to his side instead, cupping her head in his hand and placing her down on the pillow next to him. She whined and burrowed herself in the duvet, still asleep, but gaining conscious. Tendou smirked, tugged the duvet out of her loosened hands and flipped her onto her back. He sat up and positioned himself above her and threw one leg over her side. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck softly, going in for a kiss, but decided against it. Instead he blew, hard, right against the part of her neck he knew was the most sensitive.
Almost immediately, she was up and screaming, her hands on his shoulders attempting to pull him away. He smirked and continued blowing raspberries, effortlessly grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head. She writhed underneath him, giggling incomprehensible words and attempting to kick him off of her. Usually, she’d have him flat on his ass in the matter of thirty seconds, but catching him at her most delirious gave him a definite advantage. After a while, he figured he had tortured her enough, her chest still heaving and a long, drawled out cuss spilling from her lips. He cut himself off with a wet smack to the red spot on her neck, which instantaneously quieted her down, too. She was completely awake, now, and able to rip her arms away from his and sit up. She merely looked him in the eyes, saying nothing. She used the fabric of the duvet to wipe his saliva from her neck, to which she grimaced, not noticeably, but Tendou noticed.
“You know, Satori, sweetheart…” __ sniffled in a broken voice. “For someone who pays all your damn rent, that was sure a lovely way to thank me.” Tendou smiled sheepishly, looking down at her from his seat between her legs.
“Not gonna say anything? Okay…” She shook her head and smiled, stretching her arms behind her head and cracking her back before snaking them around Tendou’s neck. “You’re so lucky I love you.”
“I know I am.” Tendou hummed, cupping her chin. She flinched, making sure he wasn’t going back for her neck again, before leaning into his touch.
“Now you’ve got something to say, huh?” She chuckled. She grabbed his hips and guided him off of her, leaving him laying on his back as she sat cross legged, rubbing her eyes. “If this thing is still here when I go to work on Monday and my boss asks me what it is, I dunno if I tell him the truth or make up a much more believable lie.”
“What’s so unbelievable about raspberries?” Tendou laughed.
“We’re twenty, that’s what.”
She finished rubbing her eyes and rolled herself on top of him, straddling his waist as he had hers seconds ago. Absentmindedly, she traced the skin on his bare chest, and Tendou thought she was either incredibly amused with how his skin felt or she was still in a sleepy haze. He didn’t mind though, watching her with a lovestruck grin on his face. He watched her as she slid her hand across his chest to his shoulders, and her fingertips taking sudden interest with his freckles.
“You know what I’ve always found odd?” She said, her pointer finger drawing triangles into his skin, presumably a shape his freckles had made.
“You’ve got freckles everywhere, except your face.”
“Oh please, don’t say that’s odd.” Tendou snorted. The way her fingertips were running across his shoulders and chest made him sigh, suddenly. “Do you know how much more shit I would’ve gotten from people?”
“Aw darling, don’t say that.” __ cooed, scooting herself back on his lap to kiss at his shoulders.
“Anyways, I dunno about you, but I think the freckles are gorgeous. They add to your dorky charm.” Tendou shook his head, the silly smile on his face growing wider. He had to bite his lip to contain it. She traced the freckles on his chest and stomach next, drawing shapes and what he could only presume were constellations. The only time she stopped was to mutter, “that looks like a jellyfish”, as she traced a cluster of freckles on his stomach. Tendou didn’t really care what his freckles looked like, all he could focus on was her. Every time she ran her fingertips across his skin a jolt ran up his spine, because even after years of her touch, he was still starved for it. He found himself absentmindedly closing his eyes, even if he was trying so hard to focus on the beautiful little amused smile on her face. Tendou gave into the heaviness of his eyes and chuckled, he was absolutely living. His eyes fluttered back open when __ started fingering with the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down slightly to reveal his hips.
“Satori, darling.” Her fingertips traced gently over the puffy lines on his hip. “How did you get these?” With anyone else, Tendou would’ve been a nervous wreck discussing the scars on his body, but with her, he couldn’t feel more sane.
“I put ‘em there myself.”
She frowned, but didn’t stop brushing her fingers over them.
“How come I’ve never noticed these?” She frowned, taking the other side of his boxers and pulling them down completely, sliding them off his legs and throwing it to the edge of the bed. “You’ve got a lot, huh?”
Her fingertips moved from his hips to his upper thighs, rubbing at similar puffy scars. Tendou just watched her stare at them, the admiration her eyes once held, gone. The love hadn’t fled, though. In fact, Tendou swore he could see it more.
“I never really pointed them out ‘cause there was no need to.” Tendou shrugged, meeting her eyes. “It’s all in the past. I really don’t feel like that anymore, you know.”
“I know.” Her eyes flickered from his back down to the scars on his thighs. “Can I? Can I, uh…” She shifted himself so that she was face level with his thighs, and ever so softly, pressed a gentle kiss against the scarred areas. He gasped, not out of fear or disgust, but out of pure and utter shock.
“Ba-abe.” Tendou whined, throwing his hands up to his cheeks. “My heart’s gonna explode.”
She looked up at him, mouth agape, before pouting, and pecking another series of kisses along his right thigh. Although Tendou was used to the proximity between her and him, this entire gesture made his heart beat rapidly in his chest. When she shifted her weight and nuzzled into his other thigh, Tendou swore he giggled. He covered his mouth and cheeks with his hand, the latter burning furiously. He did this until she traced a trail of kisses up his stomach and pulled herself up completely, moving his hand away from his mouth herself. She then kissed his lips, short and sweet, before pulling him into a hug.
“I love you.” Tendou muttered into the tresses of her hair in his face.
“I love you too, my perfect angel.”
She gave him one last squeeze before sliding back on the bed. She sat cross legged by his knees, patting on her legs to signal him to kick his up onto hers. He did, careful not to force his weight on her too hard. She then took one of his legs in her hands, running her fingertips up his calves.
“I love how even your leg hair is ginger, wow.” She chuckled, sarcastically. “Makes it easy to see your pale ass skin, though.”
“It’s hard to imagine just two fucking seconds ago you called me your perfect angel, wow.” Tendou mocked her, lightly kicking her in the chest. She laughed, tightening her grip on his calf. He laughed with her.
She continued with her soft touches for a while, sending Tendou back into a relaxed state. After a while though, she stopped, pressing her finger over a certain part on his leg.
“How’d you get this?” __ asked. Tendou sat up and looked at the scar she was pointing at, a dark brown one sitting above his ankle. “It’s the only scar on your legs.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Tendou shook his head. “In my last year of elementary school, my class took a field trip to a petting zoo, and since I was actually ten years old, I thought it would be hysterical to chase after a bunch of chickens-”
“Tendou Satori don’t you dare tell me you got a permanent scar from a flock of chickens.”
“Oh yeah I did. Don’t regret it one bit.” Tendou laughed at the way she shook her head, muttering something about, “I can’t believe I fell in love with you.” After that, she decided to leave his legs alone. She had him flip on his stomach, next, which Tendou had no complaints about. He loved the feeling of nails on his back, and if she took her time there like she did everywhere else, Tendou swore he would fall back to sleep in an instant.
The moment her fingertips brushed against his shoulder blades, Tendou had already melted. He audibly sighed, nuzzing his face into the pillow. He could hear her giggle from behind him, continuing to touch him.
“What are all the scars up by your shoulders from?” She asked him, running the palm of her hand across the nape of his neck to the small of his back.
“Acne scars, babe.”
“Oh.” She peeped. “Sorry.” She leaned in, her palm flat on his back, and kissed his nape gently.
“For what?” He laughed, flopping back down into the pillow. “This is literally the best day of my li-ife.”
Tendou swore he had reached Nirvana in those next five or so minutes. She traced all the freckles on his back, from where his hairline stopped to where his tail bone lay. He’d sigh every so often, the only indication he was giving her that he was awake. There was a point where she was doing nothing in particular, just scratching up and down his back softly, making his eyelids droop. He swore he was on the brink of passing out once more, just one more gentle touch, but she paused, her hand leaving his skin for a moment before it came in sharp contact with his bum. He whined in protest, but that was covered by her booming laughter.
“Wha’ was that for?” He mumbled, lifting his head up from the pillow to look at her.
“You have freckles on your bum. I thought it was cute.”
“So you slapped me-e?”
“Well, all’s fair in love and war.” She smiled fictitiously. “That wasn’t half as bad as the raspberry.”
Tendou shook his head, leaning across the bed to grab her in his arms. He held her there for a moment before throwing himself back onto the bed. She squealed, although she was silenced by Tendou pressing his lips against hers. She broke away then kissed him again, starting a cycle of soft lips moving against each other while hands roamed. Tendou parted away after a while, resting his forehead against hers.
“I love you…” Was all he said before kissing her again.
Times like these were just his absolute favorite.