Hakua Clovers

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In the months you had been living with Melli, one thing was readily apparent: The man was a nightmare to share a bed with. Honestly, you were a hair away from getting a separate bed, but he pouted so hard the one time you brought it up that the conversation was temporarily dropped. 

He had a bad habit of being a bed and blanket hog, symptoms of his lanky body and selfish personality. When he wasn’t sprawled out, he was clingy. More clingy than he’d ever dare to be while awake. He could be as grumpy as ever before bed, but as soon as he was in the throes of sleep, he’d gravitate towards you and wrap his lanky arms around you; Hold you tight like you were just a damn teddy bear, typically waking you up in the process. 

Waking up because of him was a common occurrence. You weren’t sure how early it was when you felt his arm wrap around you from behind, and a familiar pressure was shuffling against you. It still looked dark behind the curtains when your eyes cracked open against your will. Your mind caught up slowly, immediately annoyed by the touch pulling you out of your blissful sleep.

You were caught between annoyance and interest when you realized what he was actually doing; rutting against your ass, slowly grinding his morning wood to seek relief with your soft body, still in his own blissful sleep as he did. 

As annoyed as you were at being woken up, a familiar throb was already starting up between your thighs at the movement. Your thoughts drifted to him tugging down your sleep shorts and sliding into you instead, fucking you with the same slow rhythm he was using to pleasure just himself. 

You huffed and moved to turn over, and he whined, still humping against your thigh until you were face to face, and you threw your leg over his waist. There was a slight tangle with the sheets and a bit of grumbling from the both of you, but then he was grinding against your covered entrance instead. The friction made you gasp and press your hips harder against his, eyes fluttering shut as you enjoyed the feeling. 

It only took a moment before his touch changed. There was a questioning grunt, a pause, and then his hand was gripping your hip with a new, purposeful strength. 

Your eyes opened again just to meet his. Half-lidden and sleepy, with an openness you rarely saw after 7am. Your hand came up to move a piece of his messy, long hair out of his face as you teased, “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” 

“What a surprise,” he whispered, voice low and rough from the morning haze. His touch moved to your thigh, holding on tightly as he rolled his hips in a lazy, but constant, motion. He was incredibly hard, and the thin pajamas you were both wearing did little to dull the feeling of his hard length dragging over your clit. His tip even caught at your entrance, unable to slip in due to the barriers, but it made you both gasp. 

“You woke me up first,” you murmured, still grumpy but meeting every roll of his hips, trying to find the best angle. You could feel your loose sleep shorts growing damp and you reached down to pull them to the side, wanting more direct contact. 

He didn’t answer and wiggled his hand between your bodies, shoving his pants down just enough to free his erection. He took himself in hand, leaning away from you just enough to look down between your bodies and slap the tip of his cock against your clit. Your whole body jolted and he slid himself through your wetness, shallowly fucking your tight entrance. 

As soon as you felt him slip inside, you hiked your leg up further on his waist, pressing forward to take him deeper. It was tight, and the angle wasn’t perfect, but then he moved his hand to your ass to press you against him as close as possible and he was in. You groaned in unison.

“This what you wanted?” he teased quietly as he just barely started rocking, staying as deep as possible at that angle. You looked up at his face, and he was already smirking. It was too early for that. He pressed his nose against yours, not kissing yet. Just teasing. “My little slut needed my cock to wake up properly?” 

“I need coffee, but you’ll do for now.” you shot back, snickering when he rolled his eyes. He went slow, and the bed was a tangle of sheets filled with quiet moans and groans as you stayed locked together. 

“Harder,” you panted, wanting more. In response, he wrapped his arm behind your back securely, then rolled until he was lying down with you settled on top of him. You yelped at the sudden shift, bracing your hands on his chest to steady yourself. The gravity pushed you fully onto him, taking him to the hilt now, and you looked down at him with a baffled expression on your already-flushed face. 

“Since you want to be grumpy and don’t like how I’m fucking you, you can do it,” he explained, tucking a hand behind his head luxuriously. His other hand patted your hip before squeezing, like he was trying to encourage you to get moving. 

“You’re the one that woke me up,” you grumbled, yet started moving anyway. You started slow, body sluggish as you found a rhythm, but then you shifted. Riding him harder, feeling the delicious drag of him inside of you. He always felt bigger in the mornings, impossibly hard and deep, and you had to admit that it felt wonderful. Just not aloud. 

And he watched you intently, his smug expression fading into something softer and hotter as he panted and moaned below you. Neither of you had bothered to get undressed, so his hand moved to hold your loose shorts to the side, both to help and to watch himself disappear inside of you over and over. 

Your body fell forward as your arms got tired, lying down on his chest for comfort as your hips moved behind you, smacking up and down against his roughly now. You heard him stutter out a curse, arms wrapping around you tightly as his hips bucked up into yours. You cried out, breaking the peace of the relatively quiet morning. He held you snugly to his chest, tucking his face into your shoulder and neck as he fucked up into you with an unexpected burst of energy, making you bounce on his lap with every thrust. 

He was hitting a perfect spot, his pelvis rocking against your clit with every movement. There was a desperation in his touch that he’d never acknowledge, but you could feel it in the way his hands moved all over your back, and in the way he was groaning low and breathing heavily against your neck. 

The pleasure built too fast, and you sank your teeth into his neck to muffle your cry as you came, squeezing around him as he fucked you through it. He kept going as you went limp on his chest, moving his hips desperately and losing rhythm as he chased his own release. It didn’t take much longer until he was urging you to lift your hips, and you did, pulling off of him with a wet sound just in time for him to tense up. 

He forcefully moved your hips to make you grind down on his length as he came, shooting hot ropes between your stomachs. You watched his face as he threw his head back, letting out a ragged, pathetic little noise as he came down from his high. 

Satisfied, and no longer feeling so grumpy as your body enjoyed the rush of dopamine, you smiled a little as you watched him pant and catch his breath. He was obviously thoroughly spent, and you were too, but he had really been putting some work in at the end. 

Finally, he blinked a few times and sluggishly looked down at you on his chest, murmuring, “Good morning.” 

You huffed out a quiet laugh and scooted up to give him a kiss. Your nose wrinkling at the feeling of his mess slick between you, but the kiss was soft and pleasant as you slowly made out. The room was full of the quiet, wet noises as your lips slowly moved together, and the sound of birds starting to wake up as the first bits of light started peeking through the curtains.

“Wanna take a shower with me?” you whispered against his lips, barely pulling back enough to talk. 

“Mmhm,” he agreed, yet he wrapped his arms around you again, not letting you move an inch as he kissed you again. 

She was never the best with early mornings. She was always sleepy, sluggish, and grumpy well into the first couple of hours of her day. On weekends, she tended to sleep until at least 10, and she stayed up late into the night. Getting up for work at 7 was achieved with pure and utter spite, and the promise of coffee. 

Melli, on the other hand, was a morning person through and through. He could wake up before dawn with a smile on his face, and typically didn’t even need an alarm. He was just naturally an early bird, which annoyed his partner to no end.

He had quickly learned to let her wake up at her own pace, and usually left her alone, but sometimes the wicked temptation was too much for him. What was one more annoyance?

This was one of those mornings, where she woke up to strange, annoying touches on her face. It took her way too long to realize that the annoying feeling waking her up was, once again, Melli’s lips. He was kissing all over her face, pecking slowly and meticulously while he hummed quietly. The noise had the opposite effect of a lullaby, making her grumble and turn over to get away from him. 

She vaguely registered his amused chuckle before she felt the heat and weight of his body against her back. His long arm wrapped around her, groping at her hip, her stomach, then up to her chest through her pajama shirt. She grunted again, trying to wiggle away from him so she could fall back into the throes of blissful sleep, but it only seemed to spur him on. 

He moved to lean over her side, peppering her face with quick, energetic kisses now. His arm just tightened around her waist so she couldn’t wiggle away. 

“Mel, baby, stoooop,” she finally whined, burying her face down into her pillow.

He just nuzzled into her hair, humming deceptively sweetly in her ear. “Mmm, it’s actually almost cute when you call me that. You never do that when you’re fully awake,” he mused, running his hand down her side, over her curves, until he was kneading her plush thigh.

She was muffled as she complained further, “‘s too early for this, let me sleeep…”

"You don't even know what time it is," he argued before resuming his kissing. He slowly moved his hand inward, sneaking his fingers towards her upper thigh, where he knew she was the most sensitive. 

One strategic touch made a quiet, muffled moan slip past her lips, and he grew bolder, trying to squeeze his hand between her closed legs to really wake her up. 

Before he could reach his goal, she turned over in his arms, straight into the onslaught of kisses. She lifted a hand to weakly press against his face to push him away, and glared at him through sleepy eyes as she grumbled, “You’re a fucking menace.” 

“Rude. I even let you sleep until 8 this time.” He propped his head up with his hand, looking down at her with a smug, pleased expression. His other hand was stroking over her soft stomach, slowly trailing lower. He didn’t say anything, but his touch was a question enough. 

Fully giving up on sleep now, she lifted herself up to kiss him properly on the lips. He huffed and frowned when she almost immediately pulled away, grabbing the hand on her stomach to stop him. “Coffee first.”