Dry Humping
I was in the mood to write some smut. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
But let's make a little game out of this- I had a character in mind while I was writing it, and you'll have to guess who it is!
I will reveal the character in the tags, happy guessing! <3
Warnings: NSFW
Words: ~1k
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He's tired.
You can see it in the way he's leaving his shoes at the doorstep instead of neatly arranging them in the closet. In the way his usually effortlessly perfect posture seems exhausted and slumped, an extremely rare sight. He is tall, very much so, and usually his presence is strong just like him- but today he seems small for someone who easily exceeds 190cm and is one of the top athletes in the country.
"Hey, babe, you okay?" you ask after he leans down to shortly peck your lips. A deep grunt leaves his lips, and it almost seems normal, but you know him better. You decide to not interrogate further though, knowing well he'll open up when he wants to talk about it.
You patiently wait for him to shower, he always showers first when he comes home, his routine well-known by you. You ordered take out food, knowing that you'll both be too tired to cook, since you've been working late this week and he's been training like crazy for the Olympics.
He is quiet when he joins you at the table, his wet hair slightly dripping on his white shirt, causing it to get see through on his shoulders. He doesn't say anything when he takes the fork in his hand and stares at the food, deeply lost in thoughts.
"I'm sorry, y/n. I'm a bit tired today."
You quickly swallow the bite in your mouth and place your hand on his arm, when he breaks the silence out of nowhere with his deep voice. "It's okay, don't worry. Let's go to sleep early, hm?" you encouragingly rub his arm, his impressive biceps still tense from all the training. And you shouldn't think about it, but he looks hot today, despite being tired. His chest got even broader after the insane amount of training he's been doing during the last weeks, and his biceps also seems to have grown. He already had a perfect form to begin with, but now... He is a whole meal with his wet hair and the white shirt tightly fitting around his broad chest. You'll forever be grateful to be his girlfriend.
"I... I can feed you?" you hesitantly ask after you notice that he hasn't moved a bit after squeezing your hand on his arm softly, even though you probably checked him out for solid two minutes.
He hums in response and allows you to take the fork out of his hand, and you quickly put some noddles on it in order to feed him. You reach for his mouth, but the position at the other side of the table makes this a difficult task. You don't think too much about it and simply get up, taking two long steps around the table and sit on his lap. He is obviously surprised, his eyes darting from your face to the fork in your hands, that you now bring to his lips once again. He obediently opens and takes it into his mouth, gulping hardly and swallowing the food.
"How is it?" you ask and snuggle closer to him with your hand on his chest. His palms rest on your hips, securely holding you on his lap, making you feel warm and cozy. He hums in response once again, indicating that the food is at least somewhat okay and you take it as a positive sign and continue to feed him.
He patiently waits until you finished feeding him, his eyes roaming from your face to your lips every now and then, before he turns your body on his lap, causing you to straddle his thighs now. His crotch is pressed against your body, your eyes widening in surprise when you feel him getting hard slowly as he grinds your hips against his. "What- babe- I thought you were tired?"
"I am. But I missed this. Do you want it too?" He always makes sure to ask for your consent, being the polite and direct man that he is. And you love him even more for it.
"Hmm, I missed you too." You'd be lying if you said that you didn't feel sexually frustrated during the past days. He always came home late, and you didn't want to bother him with your needs after his long days of practice. But it seems like he missed you just as much as you missed him.
You cup his cheeks and lean down for a kiss, your chest pressing firmly against his broad one while you move your hips rhythmically. A deep groan leaves his lips, his hands now rocking your body and slowly wandering under your clothes. It doesn't take long for your shirt to be on the ground, your bra laying next to it while his mouth is busy with your nipples. His tongue laps around one, his fingers pinching the other, moan after moan leaving your lips at his teasing actions. His bulge is evident, his hardened cock rubbing against your clothed pussy, sending a tingling sensation through your whole body. "Feels- good-" you breathlessly moan, your hand entangled in his short dark hair, pressing his face closer to your body while you bounce on him like a bitch in heat. He groans when you fasten the pace, his teeth grazing against your sensitive nipple, causing you to moan out his name loudly. You know that it turns him on even more, his hips now bucking up against your body, his big cock rubbing you the right way through both of your clothes.
"Do you feel good too? Fuck, babe, I could cum like that." you slightly pull his hair to cause him to lift his face when you demand his lips to kiss you once again. It's messy, his chin slightly smeared with saliva after he sucked and played with your chest, his tongue pushing into your mouth and taking the lead with ease.
It's almost embarrassing how good he makes you feel even though you're both almost completely dressed, your high approaching fastly while you ride him and rub your clit on his cock feverishly.
He suddenly pulls back and throws his head back, deep grunts and throaty groans causing his chest to vibrate under your palms, and that's when you realize that he is close too.
"Don't stop, don't stop- I'm close- " you whimper, your hands balling into fists on his chest, the fabric of his shirt crumpling in your hands.
He encourages you to move even faster, his hips bucking even harder into yours, causing you too feel him twitching and that's your last straw.
You cum.
Hard.
Moans and profanities leaving your lips and you vaguely feel his hips stuttering and a warm liquid against your pants. He came in his pants.
You barely notice how you tightly you clenched your hands into his chest, quickly withdrawing when you notice that you probably left a few marks. What will his teammates say tomorrow??
He buries his face on your neck, his lips grazing against your bare shoulder. "So good... I love you, my y/n."
You smile when you hear his sweet words and feel his hands roaming around your bare back. He always makes sure that you feel loved and valued, having memorized every single advice on the "Aftercare- Advice for rough nights" websites meticulously. And you can't complain when he tells you how much he loves you again and again.
You love him too.
"Round two in the bedroom?"
