sunlight and pleasure
A/N: a drabble request passed on to me from @daveeddiggsit ’s blog. It was too good to keep it short and sweet, so here we are. Anon, I sure hope I did your imagine justice. This was way fun to write.
TW: nudity, cursing, smut, slight breeding kink, cotton candy fluffiness(i think…)
You stepped out of the shower refreshed and exhausted from the hot summer day. Drying off quickly, you get into bed, pleasantly comfortable, and pull up the duvet. It would be another long night without your boyfriend’s warmth and comfort since he often traveled for work.
When you wake up, there’s a familiar hand splayed across your stomach, and the sunlight is in your eyes. You turn your body away and yawn stretching out in the bed. You smack someone in the face.
He startles awake.
“I’m sorry- Wait, what? Why? Next week-”
He smiled sleepily and pulled you against him interrupting your incomplete utterances. The sheets fall of off your chest.
Feeling secured, you regain your syntax, somewhat, “What happened? Did you run away from your interviews? When did you get in?”
“Yep, I’m home, and no pajamas is a good look for you,” he says, eyes adoring, seemingly ignoring all your questions. Daveed traced the curve of your hip. He hummed and kissed your shoulder.
Daveed chuckles heartily remembering your pep talk about ignoring those banal reporters.
“One a.m. You were peaceful, and I just wanted to sleep, I figured I’d wake you in the morning. Nah, everything’s done. Though this time wasn’t much different. But then I come home to a gorgeous surprise, it’s all worth it.” He murmurs in your ear, “Did you have fun last night?”
“Sleeping”? you cocked your head in confusion, “Yeah, not the same without you, though.”
“That’s all? Hmm, i’m here now.” Daveed loosens his hold on you.
“I don’t wanna go back to sleep. You say breezily. I’ve been dying to try out that new wafflemak- Ah”!
Daveed rolls you onto your back tossing one leg over your hip and kissing your cheek. “I think that food can wait. Don’t you”? He brings a hand up to knead your breasts.
“Yeah,” you sigh, arching up to meet him.
“If you like this, I should have the same pleasure, no”? You tug at his t-shirt and briefs, and he eagerly took them off. He gasped as you reached for his cock stroking him until he was fully hard. As you teased your thumb over the crown, Daveed moved closer to you.
And he thought that you looked good.
Daveed kissed and marked your neck whilst trailing his hand across your belly. He wasted no time dipping his fingers into your warmth and pinching your clit. He groaned, keeping you close, thrusting and scissoring his fingers inside you. Two, then three and then four at once all while keeping his thumb on your swollen clit
He leans back, “You’re so wet this morning, baby. What have you been doing?” Daveed pinched the inside of your thigh.
You groaned, a combination of the cotton sheets, and his touch had you feeling sensitive.
You’re shaking and clamping your legs around his hand, moaning loudly. He loved when you got louder than a soft scream in the morning, a change from your usually quiet, frantic breaths.
Daveed felt your familiar movements when you’re about to cum, so he withdrew his fingers sucking them clean. He moans happily and sets his weight onto his forearms.
“I… mmm, I was gonna, you always…” you continue to whine incoherently. You’re pliant as he turned you on your side gently.
“What, I always tease you? Makes the reward sweeter, kitten.”
Daveed lifts your leg up to his hip, and pushes in as you sigh together. He began with slow lazy thrusts.
“Fuck, can you imagine how much I missed you? How sweet it felt to come home and wake up to find my baby clothed only in my sheets?” He mutters in your ear, voice rough with lack of sleep. Daveed punctuated each word with a kiss and a tighter grip on your flesh.
Your curly haired lover kissed a path from your earlobe to your lips and captured them in a domineering kiss. Your fingers clutched the underside of the pillow, your heels dug into the small of his back.
Daveed pressed his stomach to yours hard muscle and familiar love. Needing him to be in control, you roll onto your back. His hands find yours lacing them together as he lengthens his pace. You’re clutching him underneath his shoulder blades as his hips move a little faster.
Something softly thwacks you in the nose, “wha?”
“Hmm” Daveed’s chest reverberates with heavy laughter.
You twist your lips into a teasing smile. “Hey, that hurt.” Reaching for the source, you realize that his gold chain was the culprit. Instead of resting it on his back, you tug it like a harness watching for his reaction. Daveed responds by fucking you deeper.
He is breathless and smiling down at you, sweat beading at his temple and at the base of his throat. Daveed changed his angle so that he could provide much needed friction on your clit.
All of a sudden, you meet your release, warm and happy underneath your lover. Your legs flail and suddenly you’re tense.
Breathlessly, you tremble in Daveed’s comfortable, firm embrace as you come down. Daveed followed soon after with his throbbing thick cock pulsing warm streams of cum inside you. He pumped his hips a few more times to make sure you kept it all inside. Neither of you were ready to give up your alone time, but you’d just have to wait and see.
“You’re getting kinky on me now”? He kept himself flush against you.
Still waking up, you shut your eyes for a moment, listening to him breathe. You allow him to kiss you, teasing tongue and soft pecks all over your neck and chest. His full beard tickles your skin and you squirm, sighing blissfully.
“I’m gonna keep on, in this spot right here til you tell me”! You continue to pointedly ignore his question.
“Please, babe, take your chain off before bed. I could’ve gotten a bloody nose! A black eye!” you finally protest, sleepily waving your free arm in the air. Daveed can’t stop kissing your skin.
His fingers play against your face, caressing your cheek.
“I’m so sorry, kitten. I was just so tired, I could barely kick my shoes off.”
“I forgive you, honey. You do stumble like a newly walking baby when you’re exhausted. I doubt that your brain works,” you tease lightly.
“Hey! I don’t stumble. I just didn’t turn the lights on,” he protested.
You look around and notice that he knocked the clothes stand over, and the little bedside table clock was tilted, and both of your glasses were on the floor, your eyebrow raised. You smile, “I rest my case.”
Daveed opened and closed his mouth again. You already knew. He wrapped you in his arms again.
“It’s your day off, right? We should get some more sleep.” You spoke low and suggestively.
“Excellent idea. What do I have to do to have this, again?” His hands roamed over your backside.
“Be home with me every night,” you kiss his nose.
“Well I can’t promise that honeybun, but I’ll be home for the whole week.”
“I guess I’ll dress like this all week, and we can make up for lost time,” you say flirtatiously.
Then Daveed spoke a promise so low and true in your ear, that nothing mattered from that point on: “I’m not letting you outta my sight.”
