“stop..” you mumble, voice muffled as you bury your head deeper into your pillow, curling in on yourself to escape the wandering hands of your beloved boyfriend.

“no.” shoto muses, pressing a chaste kiss to your nape as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your abdomen and squeezing gently.

you can only let out a muffled grunt of acknowledgement to shoto’s relentless attacks of affection