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For you. He had a sixth sense.
Not the sorta sense he used for when you were hurt or scared. Not even to tell your moods apart when you were on your period. No—this was something else entirely.
And tonight, when he came home to see you curled up sleeping on the couch. Wrapped under the warm fuzzy blankets you loved so much, with a movie's end credits glowing across your face, and your face mushed into the pillow under your head. Drooling.
To him, albeit cute. His focus was purely (not so much) on the little pinch in your brows. The slight mumble of contempt under your lips, even the way your breath shifted as you shifted to lay flat on your back to sink deeper into the worn couch.
Sure—maybe a normal person would've carried you to bed, tucked you in. Kissed your forehead.
But he wasn't normal. Nor were the things you asked him to do, like how you "wouldn't mind if you were fucked awake."
And who was he if not to obliged to such a request.
But seeing you like this. Snoring oh so peacefully, he knew now was the perfect chance to not only help with that little request of yours. But to tend to his pathetic boner, shoving a notable tent in his jeans just from watching you.
So with a careful—almost gentle movement, he settled himself down. Down on his knees at the end of the couch, where your legs splayed limp and flat under the blankets. His eyes took in the sight of you—like you were holy- before, in the same breath, bunching the fabric of your blanket up out of the way.
For a moment? You shifted, murmuring something under your breath, one of your hands moving to rest by your head, even your leg pressed into his own. But just as quick as it started, you settled once again giving him the 'go ahead' to keep going.
And so he did.
He pressed onwards, brushing the pads of his fingers up along your cunt through your shorts. Silently watching the way your body seemed to unconsciously react to the sensation, no—presence of him.
"Atta..girl.."
He spoke, mostly to himself if anything, before continuing. Carefully using his free hand to pry your shorts down. Tugging them under your bottom to leave you in that same familiar way he ways did. Your panties already clouded in a noticeable wetness.
"Fuck..sweetheart.." He swore under his breath, his hand already finding purchase on your hip—to keep you still, as his other brushed through the wetness soaking through the thin lacey fabric.
"So fuckin' sexy..so pretty...so wet for me," He listed off, his thumb brushing over your hidden clit. Each word punctuating his rhythm. His ears tuned intently to listen to each unconscious gasp and feel every little squirm.
It was so addicting—you were addicting.
"Hm..hab..bit.." you murmured suddenly in your sleep, and as it'd finally flicked a switch in him. The one part of him is planning to savour you. Planning to watch you awake on his cock all drunk and stupid. Changed.
Changed to something more desperate. Desperate almost.
His hand, the one having previously having been circling the tight bud, shot away, focusing on flicking his belt loose, nudging the loose jeans down, exposing his leaking dick from his boxers and giving it a few half assed pumps before directing it towards you.
"Mhm..' he hummed almost gently along to your unconscious words. Carefully shifting closer between your parted thighs. His practiced fingers nudged your panties to the side just enough to brush the neediness of his cock along the soaking slit of your cunt.
Once..then twice..swearing under his breath with each drag, slowly dressing his cock in your arousal, before finally, in a shaky groan, slipping himself into your pretty little cunt in pulsed movements.
And as if you hadn't been reacting before. You had reacted now. In a couple of moments, the rubbing. The pressure. The rhythm had you shifting more against the couch. Whining each time his hips dragged, and skin slapped.
"Mhm..it feels good, doesn't it?" He smirked with a shit-eating grin as he ground his cock into your cunt with a mounting pressure that only seemed to make staying asleep… much… much harder.
Then.
Your eyes fluttered open. Lips gasping in panted breaths as your brain hazy and confused, took in your surroundings. Already squirming under him as you tried to process what was even going on.
God, you looked so hot all confused. All fucked out of your mind..
"There you are.." he smiled, leaning down to bring his lips to yours. Starting gentle, before easing into his usual rough kissing, he craved so badly from you. The grinding of his hips not breaking the practiced movement he had once.
"God-..you're just drowning in it, aren't you..?"