˙⋆ ❀ avani ❀ ⋆˙

Jason lay awake, staring at the ceiling and breathing steady but heavier than it should be. He sat up after he couldn’t stand just laying there, shifting back and resting against the headboard. He looked down at you, still fast asleep and drooling a little onto the pillow. He smiled to himself and tried to wipe away the saliva with his thumb, gently enough to not wake you. 

His eyes wandered down your neck to your collarbone, his tired brain was dumb and horny. He felt his cock stir against his thigh, he lifted the covers to see he was leaking slightly onto himself. He shook his head in disappointment, no way he was sleeping now. Most of your body was covered by the duvet and yet just knowing what lies underneath was enough. 

His leg brushed yours under the covers, testing the waters. You didn’t move and your breathing remained steady and your eyes continued darting under their respective lids. His calloused but gentle hands brushed your cheek before continuing down your body, venturing beneath the covers. 

“God, baby, I just can’t help myself…” he whispered into the night. 

He peppered kisses along your sternum and down your stomach, slotting himself between your legs. He moved them quite easily out of the way, exposing your sensitive core to the slight chill of the dark room. 

Jason felt himself twitch at the sight, so peaceful and serene; so open and vulnerable. He wondered fleetingly about what you were dreaming of. 

He left a tender peck on your pubic bone as his arms curled under your thighs, pulling himself closer to your core. He teased all around your soft flesh, savouring the taste of your skin as his tongue dragged across your outer folds. 

Jason looked up at you—still sound asleep—and smiled giddily before diving in to your sweet core, sucking and lapping. He relished in the taste as he humped the mattress, trying to get any sort of friction to ease his aching boner. He moaned into you, closing his eyes and focusing on your taste. 

He pulled away, a sticky string of slick still connecting him to you as he looked up to check if you were still asleep or if he had finally woken you up. Your eyes darted still behind your eyes, dreaming. Jason’s breathing was heavy and urgent as he stared down at you, cock begging for something. He moved his hips to align with yours, aching head sliding between your folds. He whined at the warmth while his other hand gripped the supple flesh on your hips and thighs before sliding gently forward into you. 

He let out a breath like he’d been winded as he bottomed out into you. Your warm walls encasing him as he hovered over your sleeping body. He rested his head against your chest as he began to fuck up into you, breathing heavily against your skin and holding you close. 

The hand that wasn’t supporting him wandered down your body, groping at your flesh. He moaned against you as the bed started to rock with his movements. 

“Fuck… you’re so good for me baby even when you’re asleep.” He whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek. 

His hips began to move more erratically, stuttering as Jason whined a string of profanity. Hot white threads shot into you as Jason tried his very best to not collapse on top of you, the last of his thrusts coming to a stop. His breathing heavy, he lifted himself to check if you were still asleep. Lo and behold, still comatose. He chuckled lightly before gently pulling out of you and watching his mess spill out. 

He quickly retrieved a damp cloth from the bathroom and began to clean you up, tenderly wiping away any trace of him being there. Of course he would tell you once you woke up and probably be in some sort of trouble. He smiled fervently, imagining all the things you’d do to him in the morning and fell asleep nuzzling his nose against your chest.