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Baby I Need Your Loving

Pairing: Calvin Evans x Fem!Reader! Summary: Mornings with Calvin are practically inescapable. Smut Below The Cut (unprotected sleepy morning sex, spooning sex, slight Somnophilia, very light choking) Authors Note: This idea came to my mind last night and I literally couldn’t get it out of my head, so I decided to write it. I guess I’ve broken out of my writers block? I don’t know for sure, but it feels that way right now (I’m not going to jinx it.) Word Count: 4,298 Buy me a ko-fi (if you'd like)

Calvin couldn’t start his mornings off without you.

You were the first thing that came to his mind when he woke up, and you were the last thing he thought about before he went to sleep with you wrapped up in his arms and huddled into his chest beneath the covers. He couldn’t remember the mornings that he used to wake up without you, because in his mind you were the person that truly made his life worth living, and for him that life also hadn’t started until he met you. Gone were the days of worrying about his successes, about the formulas that he saw when he closed his eyes, about the pressure that the Hastings Research Institute put on him to get the Remsen Grant, because whenever he woke up in the mornings to you all those chaotic thoughts and fears disappeared–you were like a human version of an anti anxiety medication, and he had told you so many times in the most earnest voice–and he meant every word of it.

When his alarm went off in the mornings all he could think about was finding your body so he could feel you against him. Most of the time you had migrated to the other side of the bed throughout the night, but you had always laced one of your legs around his just so you could have the comfort of still being connected in some way, and this morning was no different. Your smooth calf was locked around his like a serpent, the muscle there was heavy and it weighted his limb down to the point of numbness–he could feel the pins and needles settling in when he wiggled his toes around experimentally. But he didn’t mind the unusual sensation at all, he actually relished in it, because it was as if you made a temporary mark on his nervous system and he found it to be the closest thing to having you etched into his entirety, even when it was for a few fleeting moments.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the waking sunlight that began to peek through the soft mingling colours of apricot, fiery orange, and pastel pink that painted the sky. Dawn was slowly fading off into the horizon and the day was welcoming him with a shadow of warmth that seeped through the white sheer curtains that covered the windows of your shared bedroom. A smile appeared on his face as he stretched out his arms, being mindful not to move too much so he wouldn’t prematurely wake you up. He could feel his cock straining painfully against the sheets as the sensitive head grazed the fabric, blotting the slate grey material with droplets of his precum. It was evident he had been hard long before he woke up, but now that he was aware of it the desire to relieve himself was the only thing on his mind, especially with the ache that began to pulse low in his belly.

Once the haziness of sleep slithered out of his muscles, he finally turned onto his side to look at you, seeing the expanse of your exposed back greeting him. There was a sheen of sweat that coated your skin, glistening in the breaking sunlight, and he could see your body shifting with each deep breath you took. You were still in the throes of sleep, unbothered by his alarm that had gone off just moments ago–you were so used to it at this point your mind had blocked it out completely–and he used your slumber as an opportunity to admire your body, letting his eyes roam over your dewy flesh, until he pulled down the sheets just a little more to see the subtle dip of your spine and the rounded curve of your ass. He could see your skin prickle with goosebumps at the additional exposure and he couldn’t help but trace his eyes along the little pinpricks that shivered up onto the wide plane of your back.

You never wore clothes to bed anymore and even when you did–on the rare occasion you wanted to dress up in a nice lingerie set for him–it would end up abandoned on the bedroom floor before you could even settle down on the mattress, so you threw out the thought of ever being clothed while sleeping beside him, and thankfully for Calvin it granted him the perfect access he needed to get both your mornings started off right.

Slowly, he shuffled along the bed, closing the space between the both of you while his stomach stirred with an uncontrolled twisting of anticipation as he reached for you, wrapping his arm around your waist before slotting himself against your back. The contact sent a rush of heat through him, feeling the warmth of your yielding skin sink into his, bursting up his stomach and along his chest.

He breathed in deeply, taking in the light scent of your soft floral shampoo that had sunken into your hair from your nightly shower. He wanted to bury his nose into it, wanted to allow it to fill his lungs until he couldn’t smell anything other than that, but he settled on planting a wet kiss against your shoulder–quietly greeting you in hopes it would stir you from your slumber–feeling the muscle beneath his lips twitch.

When your breathing didn’t change and you didn’t move against him he fanned his hand out along your stomach and dragged the tips of his fingers around your navel, rounding it over and over again in hopes that the featherlight touch would rouse you, but that didn’t work either.

A small frown pulled at his mouth at the unsuccessful attempt feeling the hunger for you growing more feral as the minutes ticked on–and he slid his arm under your pillow to pull you even closer to him, shifting behind you so he was cradling your ass in his lap and resting his painfully hard cock against the small of your back while he adjusted his leg so it was now tucked between yours–conveniently locking you in place so you wouldn’t be able to move even if you wanted to.

“Sweetheart…” He whispered against your neck, his voice scraped raw with sleep, as his mouth brushed along the skin there, his lips parting just enough to leave a trail of saliva that cooled with each breath he took–causing the fine hairs there to stand at attention.

“Are you awake?” He asked, gliding his hand up the soft plane of your belly, spreading his fingers wide as they found the weight of your breast, feeling warmth and heaviness of it fill his palm as he gave it a gentle squeeze. You let out a small, sleepy huff and pressed back against him, creating a fleeting moment of pressure on his cock before easing forward into your original position, nuzzling into your pillow with a barely audible snore.

He stilled for a moment, resting his forehead against your shoulder as a quiet huff of laughter escaped him, warming the skin in front of his mouth. He must’ve worn you out completely last night, because usually you would’ve stirred against him by the third or fourth touch he gave you, with your eyes heavy but aware of what was happening, as your body reached for him. But this morning you were lost to the depth of your sleep, like you were in some sort of hibernation.

He sighed against you, releasing your breast slowly before shifting his hips back just enough to reach between you, wrapping his fingers around the aching length of his cock. The tip was weeping, slick with glistening trails of precum, and when he guided himself lower, sliding the thick shaft between your thighs, he felt the evidence of last night still there–the warm, silky remnants of his own release leaking from you while you slept–pulling a soft, helpless whine from his throat at the discovery.

If kisses and quiet questions weren’t enough to pull you back to him, this would certainly suffice as a solution.

Gently, he began to move his hips, dragging his cock through the slick heat between your thighs, smearing himself with the wetness that had coated your folds. Every forward glide made his swollen tip nudge against your clit, and he could hear the ease of the slide, the sweet, sloppy sounds ringing through his ears. When he returned his hand to your breast, cupping it again, he could feel that your breathing had picked up–the way your chest was rising and falling beneath his touch in a quickened rhythm every time he bumped the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

A triumphant smile curved his lips, as he tilted his head and caught the fleshy lobe of your ear between his teeth, nipping just hard enough to sting before soothing the spot with the flat of his tongue, hearing you draw in a sharp breath at the jolt of pain that shot through you for a brief moment.

“You awake now, Sleeping Beauty?” He teased, as he nuzzled his nose into the curve of your neck, dragging his thumb along your nipple, and giving it a careful pinch, feeling your thighs flexing around his cock while he continued to rut against you. A small moan escaped your throat as you arched your back and pushed your ass into him, “Or do you need more than just this to wake you up?” He asked, feeling his pulse thundering in his throat as his words began to escape him in short breaths. You were still drifting in and out, caught up in the haze of your sleep that you could barely make out an answer, but when you felt his body slowly pull away from yours and his hips angled perfectly so the thick tip of his cock could catch at your entrance your body reacted before your mind could even catch up–sliding your leg back over his to open yourself up to him, granting the space he needed.

Without even a second thought, he carefully eased his hips forward, sinking inside you inch by inch. The heat of your arousal was molten around him, velvet-tight and enveloping, pulsing around him in rhythmic little flutters that made him feel like your body was sucking him in. A shudder rolled through his body as he adjusted himself against you, making sure he took things slow so he could savour all the sensations that you were giving him.

He could’ve sworn that he was breaking out into a sweat as he finally sank in fully and held still, just to admire the way you accommodated him and how you let out these little breathy noises as you slowly began to piece together all the sensations that were igniting through your body–the way his hand was holding your breast so gently, how his hot chest felt against your back, the way his heart was beating through you and matching the same staccato rhythm yours was taking on, and how he was stretching you to the brink of being too full even though you had taken him like this so many times before. A whimper escaped you as you shifted your body against his, squirming slightly at the way he was trying to hold you still, feeling his arm beneath your pillow shift so it could band around the front of your shoulders.

“Cal…” You whispered, your voice barely forming his name on your lips, as your walls tightened around him, squeezing him so tight it felt like you were trying to keep him trapped inside–ceasing any possibility of movement from him. He hissed through his teeth at the inescapable feeling of you, and he pinched your nipple again in response, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers.

“There you are, Sweetheart…” He murmured, pressing opened-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and licking long stripes over your skin, tasting the saltiness of your sweat and the faint sweetness of your sleep-warmed body, “Been waiting for you to join me.” He added, dragging his teeth along the curve of your neck–scraping the sharp edges of them over the thin skin there, and repeating the same motion until the spot burned and you shivered against him. Soft dazed sounds kept escaping you as your eyes finally fluttered open to adjust to your sunlit surroundings–how the beam of light from the window caused a kaleidoscope of colours to reflect off the beige walls of your bedroom, how dust motes floated and shimmered in those fractals, how you could see your own reflection in the gold stand of your bedside lamp.

You turned your head, seeking the sight of him, and when your eyes met his he could see the lingering haze of sleep that surrounded your gaze still. There was something deeper beneath that look though, something far more intimate that lit your eyes with pure desire, like you had a craving that only he could resolve.

His iris were barely visible under his blown out pupils, apart from the thin shimmering blue ring that surrounded the darkness. The look was only one of pure hunger, the same one he wore when he had you on your knees or spread beneath him when he would get home from the lab at night–when he would lose himself in your round after round, grabbing at your hips or holding your face so you would look at him in the eyes as he took you, whispering the highest praises on how good you were to him, how amazing you felt, and how he couldn’t get enough of your body. The memories alone made you squirm again, needing to get closer to him, to be enveloped in his arms, to be pulled into the abyss of pleasure he gave you–it was so close, yet it felt so far away that you could feel the frustration building deep within your belly.

Your eyes traced over the familiar map of his face, counting the cinnamon coloured freckles that splattered over his nose, and focusing on the red lines beneath his eyes that stood out on his pale skin from where his tight lab goggles rested. They were practically indented into his flesh, and even when he took time away from the lab they never ceased to disappear, they weren’t always red, but the deep marks were always present.

You reached up, threading your fingers through the short strands of light brown hair on the back of his head, gently tugging on the dishevelled locks that had fallen out of place from the night before, and tugged him into a kiss. He moaned against your mouth, letting out a harsh breath that gusted out over your cheek as his cock twitched inside you, only heightening the need for him to move. He deepened the kiss, opening his mouth against yours to slip his tongue inside, tasting the morning staleness that had settled there, letting out a grunt as you pushed back against him, rolling your hips in a small, needy circle that made the tip of his cock rub on your cervix, massaging the soft tissue that cushioned him–eliciting a grunt from him.

When you broke the kiss your breathing was ragged, and your skin felt like the sun was beaming directly on it. Every nerve ending in your body was attuned to the moment–to how good he felt even when he wasn’t moving inside you–and you nudged your nose against his, your bottom lip quivering like you were on the brink of tears from the stillness.

It was tortuous, and you couldn’t imagine how it felt for Calvin–typically he wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he was inside you like this, and it was evident from the way his muscles were twitching against your back and how his hand kept hypnotically massaging your breast that the effort he was putting into controlling himself was slowly weaning away.

You unravelled your fingers from his hair and slowly dragged your touch down his body until it settled on the hard bone of his hip, digging into the thin flesh there, gripping it so tight that you knew you were probably going to leave little rounded bruises in the shape of your fingers that he would notice later.

“Move…Move please.” You begged, feeling the words breaking in your dry throat. He pressed slow kiss to your cheek then trailed his lips along your jaw, humming low enough that you felt the vibration in your own teeth.

“What if I just wanted to stay buried in you like this until I needed to go to work? How frustrated would you be at that?” The question made your stomach churn, and you made a broken, desperate sound as you tried to rock back onto him, attempting to give yourself a little bit of friction–just a fraction of relief–but he stopped you, tightening his arm around your body and putting the dead weight of his leg on yours.

“You can’t tease me like that Cal…You know I can’t handle it.” You replied softly, feeling him shift behind you so he was able to keep his eyes on yours. The arm that was banded in front of you moved, and he brought his hand to your throat, resting his thumb against your frantic pulse, counting each rapid thump that met his skin. A small, fond smile came up onto his mouth and he shook his head at you, almost like he was jokingly disapproving your desperation.

“I would never be that cruel.” He said, as you dug your nails harder into his hip, feeling him flex inside you again in response. Then finally, he shifted back just a fraction and pushed forward, watching as your lashes fluttered closed at the brief relief he gave you, seeing the way your mouth fell open at the sensation. He adjusted the hand at your throat, keeping you positioned towards him so he could see every reaction that drew up on your face, and when he pulled out a little further you moved yourself back to bring him into you again. He let out a shaky breath, leaning down to kiss your cheek, leaving an imprint of his lips on your skin, withdrawing almost to the tip before sinking back in to the hilt, punching the air out of your lungs with a thready gasp.

“God, Calvin.” You whined, your voice cracking around his name, feeling every inch of him filling you up again, taking the space that was rightfully his, letting out a moan of his own when he pressed right against your cervix.

“Love those sounds you make.” He murmured, his breath sticking to your skin in a hot sheen. His lips found yours again, crushing them to his in an all consuming kiss as he slowly set a rhythm, measuring the strokes so you could feel everything–the prominent veins along his length, and the flared head that caught and stroked all the places you could never reach on your own. There was a wet sound of skin meeting skin, and you could feel the combined mess of last night spilling out onto your thighs as he continued to push into you. His hand flexed around your throat, lightly pressing down on your carotid artery which sent a wave of numbness through you while he kept your head angled toward him, refusing to let you turn away.

He broke the kiss just enough to speak against your lips.

“So beautiful taking me like this.” The praise sank into you as he ground his hips forward in a slow circle, feeling you arching your back into him as your stomach clenched at the way the head of his cock rubbed against the rigid spot inside you.

“How does it feel, Sweetheart?” He asked, coaxing you to answer just so he could hear your voice. Your breathing had picked up, your chest rising and falling against his hand on your breast, and you opened your eyes to look at him, showing off the glistening film of tears that had drawn up over your irises.

“Amazing...So amazing.” You moaned, dragging your nails down to his thigh as you brought your other hand up to rest on his, weaving your fingers together tightly. You began to squirm against him, meeting his thrusts with a simple arch of your back, pushing into him every time he drove in. His heart was racing against your spine as your walls fluttered around him, pulsing while heat began to burst over your flesh.

“You’re gonna cum already, hmm? I can feel how close you are.” He purred, as he moved his hand off your breast and slid it down between your legs to rub against your clit. It was like a rush of pleasure wrapped around you completely, like your spirit had left your body and you were looking down at yourself, as a broken gasp escaped your throat.

“Fuck! Calvin!” You exclaimed, feeling his fingers shifting against yours while he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. God, it was overwhelming, and it was as if your mind had blacked out completely. All you could think about was how close you were and how his cock felt as he picked up the speed of his thrusts to match the rhythm of his fingertips. Your moans were falling freely from you now, growing louder and less controlled, and your movements became stiff–like someone had tightened a rope around your muscles, cutting off the circulation until you were practically numb.

“Come on, baby, I got you…” The words were breathless, urgent even, pressing into the skin of your cheek as he kissed along your face–at your temple, right at the corner of your eye where he could taste the saltiness of the tears that flooded there, the curve of your jaw. His own brows were drawn tight in concentration, mirroring the way yours had knit together against the rising pressure that wounded in your belly. You were so hot that you could feel the trails of sweat dripping down your back, but you couldn’t even think about the discomforting slick when he kept burying himself in you harder and harder, grunting as your walls clamped down around him in erratic pulses. The pleasure kept cresting and your end was so close that you could taste it on your tongue–it was inevitable, and unavoidable.

When everything came to a head, the tightness in your belly finally released in an array of spasms, as your body locked around him, your thighs shaking and clenching to close over your joined hands to stop him from rubbing your clit–even though the effort was useless. Your cries echoed off the walls around you, feeling streaks of tears falling down your cheeks as your orgasm invaded every inch of your body. Your vision blurred and the morning light fractured into soft halos as Calvin continued to thrust through the frantic pulsing of your core, his hips snapping forward roughly until he buried himself fully into you and stilled, not being able to withhold his own release any longer.

His muscles clenched and a deep, guttural groan tore from his chest as he came, and you could feel the warmth of his cum flooding you. His cock throbbed, twitching every few seconds, while he clung to you to keep you still, knowing that he was going to lose his mind if you started moving–feeling the brink of overstimulation teasing his senses. His breathing was shaky, and the faint sounds he was making sunk into your mind and burrowed itself into your body, until he finally relaxed behind you and sighed.

The two of you laid together, wrapped up and trapped in one another as you allowed yourselves to come to your senses and regain the thoughts you had lost to your releases. He pressed kisses along your shoulder, nuzzling into your overheated flesh, gently easing his hand off your throat before pulling you closer to him.

“Are you with me, Y/N?” He asked, tracing small shapes over your chest before resting his palm over your heart, pulling you out of your euphoric state immediately. You tilted your head back and looked at him with a pleased gleam in your eye.

“I’m with you, Cal.” He smiled at that, and gave your fingers a squeeze.

“Good…Thought you fell asleep on me again.” You let out a little laugh and shook your head, leaning up to give him a quick peck on his lips.

“I wouldn’t even think of doing that, especially not after waking up to you being so insatiable.” He hummed, and gave you a longer kiss, sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away.

“How about I call into Hastings and tell them I’m going to be a bit late today…I wanna treat you to breakfast in bed.” You smirked, knowing that the breakfast in question would be a few slices of toast and some overcooked eggs, but nodded anyways.

“That sounds like an amazing idea.”

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