#dominance

he kicks his shoes off with a grunt, and leaves his suitcase by the door as he always does after a late flight back from an away game. his feet drag him towards the direction of the bedroom.

the sight that greets him wakes him up: you, sprawled on the bed, wearing one of his shirts that’s much too big for you, your white lace panties peeking out from underneath.

already half hard, he crawls into the bed and settles beside you, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. he presses light kisses into the crook of your neck and fights the urge to rut his hips against yours. however, guilt washes over him when your eyes flutter open slowly, sleepily assessing the situation.

“hi baby, i’m sorry for waking you, you can go back to sleep,” he mutters into your neck, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach.

you grumble sleepily back, “i’m so glad you’re home”, and back up into him slightly. he lets out a small whine involuntarily, and grips your hips a little tighter when he feels your ass press against his now fully hard erection. this makes you pause.

“mack?”

“hm?”

“you’re hard, baby.”

he whines again at your words, further burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide the blush that’s spreading up his neck and colouring his cheeks.

“i know,” he responds breathily, subtly starting to grind against you. “you too tired honey? or are you gonna be a good girl and let me get you off?”

his hands start to slide lower down your front until they find your folds, and he groans when his fingers find you slick. you didn’t even realise you were wet.

due to a lack of reply, he repeats his question: “baby? you gonna let me make you feel good?”

you whine, nodding your head eagerly.

“words baby, i need your words,” he coos, his fingers still stroking you over your panties, the damp patch spreading with each feathery touch.

“yes mack please touch me,” you manage to squeeze out, your voice so small it barely makes it out.

with your consent, his fingers slip into your panties and glide through your wet folds, his fingertips immediately circling your clit, making you writhe.

“there we go, so wet waiting for me to come home weren’t you? wearing just my shirt and panties, fuck baby,” he groans out, increasing his speed, then sliding a finger inside of you, curling it to hit your sweet spot.

you moan his name and he swears he could cum in his pants like a teenager just from the sound of your voice. another finger joins the other inside of you, and he pumps them in and out, whilst his other hand slides down and he starts to rub your clit with his middle finger.

you feel that familiar coil building tension inside of you almost embarrassingly fast, and you start whimpering. this indicates to mack that you’re close, and that you won’t need much more to push you over the edge.

“you close baby? you gonna come on my fingers?” he taunts, already knowing the answer.

with the combination of his fingers inside of you and him working on your clit, you can’t find it in you to respond coherently. you just whine, writhing a little bit in his grip.

“good girl, come for me.” he coaxes, and you do, hard, seeing stars. he continues to pump his fingers as you come down from your high, kissing your neck lightly.

“you did so good for me, so so good,” he whispers into your neck, slowly pulling his fingers out, making you whine at the loss.

“shh baby it’s okay, do you want my cock? yeah? you want me to fill you?” he asks softly, stroking your hips.

“please,” you whimper desperately, pressing your ass back against his now throbbing, still clothed cock.

neither having the patience nor the energy to deprive you of what you so desperately need any longer, he slips your panties to the side and pushes his shorts and boxers off hastily at once. he presses just the tip of his dick into your entrance, the stretch making you both groan.

mack starts shallowly thrusting until he bottoms out, and you both moan; the angle of your spooning position meaning that he is thrust so deep inside of you you swear you can feel it in your stomach.

you start rocking your hips, desperate for more friction, and he complies by thrusting his hips into yours, hitting that spot that makes you loudly whine each time.

“you’re so tight around me, baby, making me feel so so good i swear,” he almost whimpers in your ear, sounding as if he is barely keeping it together.

“i’m not gonna last long i’m sorry,” he whines into your neck, and one of his hands that was previously on your hip again slips down and he begins to stimulate your clit, making you both moan as you tighten around him due to the added pleasure.

barely able to function anymore, you’re lazily grinding your hips in tandem with his, trying to get you both there. his thrusts become sloppier and he abandons all rhythm as he approaches his high, his whines increasing in volume.

“i’m close,” you whine, the white hot pleasure close to erupting in your stomach as he continues to hit your sweet spot with each thrust.

“come on baby, come for me again, i know you have it in you,” he increases his speed on your clit, coaxing you to the edge.

pleasure explodes through your body, and you arch your back and moan loudly as you tumble over that edge. mack finishes at the same time, moaning loudly, letting you know just how much he enjoys being inside of you.

he holds you as you come down, slowly thrusting to guide you through.

“you okay baby, hm? you did so good,” he says breathlessly, slowly pulling out of you, making you hiss.

“mhm,” you mumble back sleepily, the energy now completely drained from your body. you lay there limp as mack gets up slowly, crossing to the dresser to get tissues. he returns, gently wiping you down.

after he’s positive you’re both all cleaned up, he climbs into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, your cheek smushed against his now bare chest.

“sleep now baby, you did so good, i love you.” he whispers softly. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.