Love Me Like

Hi! Akira here ✨

If that's the case, I actually got a few ideas! For me personally, I really love fluff/domestic theme (with a dash of smut 😏).

Maybe you can try a stable relationship/domestic theme? Like a simple story about how Karina has been away abroad for a few weeks, and after her job's done and she's home, she chose to spend her holiday staying at home getting comfy (and steamy) with her gf.

How she wants to be spoiled and pampered (in my head, she is a very soft and loving bottom :p), lazing around the house, have sex-sleep-eat-have sex-sleep and repeat.. We can try that! (This is just a reference!)

-akira 💫

For weeks Karina has been out in the world, an international idol with the limelight following her every step. But the moment she is through the door, she is yours and yours alone. Her girlfriend, you find her arms around you in a hug as she lets out a contented sigh, her whole frame going soft against you. You are only too pleased to pamper her the way she likes, and you can’t resist smiling at the love in her eyes as she looks up at you.

You make your way to the living room where Karina is quick to shed her heels and putter down on the plush couch with a sigh of relief. You settle in beside her, tucking a blanket over the two of you. She nuzzles into the crook of your neck, her warm breath on your skin, and you can feel the steady thump of her heart against your chest.

“I missed you so much y/n,” Karina says in a husky voice.

“I missed you too,” you tell her, swiping a piece of hair from her face.

The rest of the day is spent in the kind of domestic bliss you both enjoy. In the kitchen you put together some of Karina’s favorite pancakes; soon the place is thick with the scent of maple syrup and good coffee. Karina is at the counter with her tea, watching you with a twinkle in her eye. She’s entranced with the way you move about the room, your hips swaying to the music that is on in the background.

“Hey love, dance with me,” she says, taking your hand.

You end up spinning around the kitchen to the tune of the song, laughing and stealing a kiss or two as she pulls you close. Later on, you’re on the loveseat with a romantic comedy on for the umpteenth time. Karina is in fits of laughter and it is contagious, so you are right there with her, kissing her between the scenes.

Karina draws you in as you are putting her to bed, her fingers making slow, idle circles on your back. At first the contact is barely there, but then her nails catch and you get a shiver down your spine. The thin cotton of her sleep shirt does little to muffle the heat coming off her and you can feel your pulse pick up.

You move in closer until your chest is flush with hers. It is a sharp, sweet friction that has your nipples hardening, and you see Karina’s eyes drop to notice it before they come back to you, a little darker than before.

There is no hurry when you go in for a kiss. You let your lips graze the side of her mouth, the softness of her lower one, and with the tip of your tongue you taste the faint hint of her lip balm. She yields, parting for you, and the kiss becomes something deeper, unhurried, your tongues meeting in a way that puts a warm pool in your core.

A sound escapes her into your mouth, not so much a moan as something more needy, and her grip on your back tightens. You put your hand to her waist, following the line of her hip to the warmth of her skin under the fabric. Drifting lower to her thigh–you make the muscle there twitch.

Your hand traces slowly, giving her an out. She doesn’t take it. Her hips angle toward you and when you brush the material of her panties you can tell she is damp, hot.

“Oh,” you say against her.

“Yeah…” Karina whispers, some embarrassment in her tone, with hints of pride. “You did that.”

You smile and kiss her again, harder, your fingers pressing more firmly. You can make out her shape through the cotton, all soft and slick, and as you tuck your fingers under the waistband her breath catches. There is enough of her wetness for your fingers to slide without resistance, and you groan at it. You trace her opening and enter her with one finger, feeling how hot and tight she is around you. Karina throws her head back on the pillow.

“I love you, y/n,” she says, her voice thick on your name. She cups your jaw and pulls you into a slower, searching kiss.

The words go straight to your heart. You push her onto her back and drape yourself over her, your weight between her legs, and start to work your hand. You curl your fingers just right and she gasps, her hips coming up to meet you. You’re grinding against her thigh, your own clit aching and swollen with every motion.

“Mmh, you feel—” Karina begins, then it is a moan as you put your thumb to her clit and rub.

Her hands are on your breasts, rolling your nipples with enough pressure to make you cry out. You buck against her, your rhythm going to pieces as the pleasure mounts.

"I'm c-close…" you manage, the words barely more than breath.

“Me too,” she gasps. Her nails are in your shoulders now and you can feel her clenching around you. "Don't stop, p-please don't—"

You don’t. You press in and watch her arch off the mattress, her eyes shut tight, her whole body coming undone in pulses and tremors around your sliding fingers.

It is all too much–the sight of her, the sounds–and you are over the edge in an instant. Your orgasm is white-hot and you have to bury your face in her neck to get through it, your hips jerking against her thigh.

You lie there for a while, neither of you moving, just breathing hard, your hearts in sync. Then Karina gives a quiet laugh and kisses your temple.

“Wow,” she says.

“Yeah,” you murmur from where you are pressed to her. “Wow.”

Eventually you give in to the heaviness in your limbs and fall beside her, getting tangled up in the sheets and each other. With her head on your chest and her hair on your chin you can feel her steady breathing. You run your hand over her bare shoulder and close your eyes. A kind of quiet settles in your bones. This is what contentment is, you think.

The sun casts an early glow through the closed curtains, creating golden bars upon the messy sheets. Karina and you are both still waking, your bodies wrapped tightly together. As Karina leans against you, your back becomes pressed by the fullness of her breasts.

Karina’s breath moves steadily along your neck. It is peaceful and you do not wish to disturb the tranquility of this time. However, her fingers begin tracing random lines on your hip. This tells you she is awake.

“How long do we have?” you whisper, still not looking at her. You cannot bear the thought of seeing what was in her eyes. “A few hours,” she responds. “Flight leaves at 4.”

Rolling onto your side to face her, you are hit by how lovely she appears—her hair is disheveled, her eyes are sleepy, and her lips are open. You reach up to remove a strand of hair from her face and she captures your wrist and gives you a kiss on the palm of your hand.

“I’m going to miss you so, so much,” you say as your fingers find their way to the base of her back and trace gentle circles on the warmth of her skin.

“I’m going to miss you too, baby,” Karina replies, and there is a tiny crack in her voice when she says ‘too’. She blinks rapidly and forces a watery smile. “But I will be home sooner than you think. Just wait for me, okay?”

You nod, leaning in to kiss her–initially slow, tasting the salt of the tears neither of you will admit to. Her lips are soft and familiar and you linger there, committing the shape of her sweet lips to memory.

Finally pulling back from the kiss, Karina's eyes appear darker–her hand has also slid to the curve of your waist and is pressing the warm skin there.

“Can we—” she begins, then laughs softly and seems somewhat embarrassed. “Sorry. I just... I want to remember this. Us. Like this.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you reply quietly, already shifting closer against her. “I want this too.”

You move together without urgency or haste. Karina traces her palms over your shoulders and down your arms, and immediately you feel cool air strike your exposed skin before being replaced by her warmth. She looks at you–really looks at you–and you feel noticed in a way that makes you want to cover yourself and pull closer to her simultaneously.

“You’re so beautiful y/n,” she exclaims, and the sincerity in her voice brings heat to your cheeks.

“Stop,” you mumble, lowering your head.

“Never.” Karina catches your chin and tilts your head upwards. “I mean it, you’re beautiful.”

You stop her with another kiss―this one more intense than the previous one―and your fingers trail down her side. You pull back just far enough to view her – the soft rise of her chest, the way her nipples become erect under your gaze. You reach out to caress them with your thumb, and she shudders.

“Cold?” you inquire with some humor.

“You know it’s not that,” she answers sincerely. There is something breathless in her response which causes your stomach to flip.

You lean in to kiss the indentation above her collarbone, then continue downward. You can sense her pulse increasing beneath your mouth, the subtle hitch in her breathing when you touch the curve of her breast. You spend some time kissing the soft skin, tracing its outline with your tongue before finally sealing your lips about her bud.

Karina gasps loudly as her fingers thread through your hair while pulling you closer toward her. You alternate between soft, teasing flicks and slow deliberation sucking on her nipple, and the noises she creates – those quiet little whimpers – go directly to your core.

“Oh my―, I-I… love it when you do that,” she says softly, as her hips shift involuntarily against you.