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i'm probably the only person who gives a fuck about this but its been sitting in my drafts for weeks now LOLL sfw w/ a tiny bit of nsfw sprinkled in!
-getting this man to fall in love with you? easy as pie. he's smitten from the first time your eyes meet. getting him to date you? a whole different story. his line of work is so dangerous, he doesn't want to jeopardize your safety! (or his job)
-if you work in the same field, he's more concerned about your relationship being a liability. either way it takes some convincing but once you've got him he'll never leave
-if you're just a regular civilian, he probably wouldn't tell you what his job is. he trusts you to use context clues, you pick up on it after a while. every time he leaves he can feel it in the way you hold him tight, pleading for him to be safe.
-lowkey a stalker when it comes to you, but its for your own safety! he's got cameras all over your place just in case something is to happen while he's gone. he'd never forgive himself if anything happened to you, which he never thought he'd admit considering his track-record with innocent bystanders.
-this boy can EAT!!! he puts down some food!!! he's a growing boy!!!
-so soft and warm to cuddle against, loves it when you curl up in his lap
-also has the softest hair imaginable, can't get enough of your nails raking against his scalp
-pretty religious, his foster mother was a devout catholic and instilled a fear of god into him
-loves deep and fucks even deeper... sex right before he leaves/right after he gets back is CRAZYYY
-don't get upset with him if he forgets to pull out, he just gets so caught up in the moment and u feel so good :((
-would freak out if u got pregnant tho due to the danger his job brings
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Summary: Wihlborg needs to concentrate on his latest assignment. Instead, he’s fantasizing about you while you sleep.
Format: Short Story
Word Count: 1.3k
Genre: Smut
Additional Tags/Warnings: no use of (Y/N); Wihlborg is over eighteen; strong language; sexual situations; slight somnophilia; masturbation; morning sex; vaginal sex; reader is on birth control; “baby” is the nickname of the day
Author’s Note: I don’t know how many of you actually know or care about this, but you’re getting it! (And you’ll be getting more of it! More to follow.) Enjoy!
P.S. I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OF ANYTHING FROM OLD GUY!!!
The sound of Wihlborg’s phone alarm gradually pulled him out of sleep. After turning it off and rubbing his eyes open, he forced his brain to wake up to go over his plans for the morning:
Take a shower.
Eat breakfast.
Meditate.
Go over gear bag.
Head out to meet Dolinski for the latest assignment.
Satisfied, Wihlborg nodded to himself. However, just as he was pulling the covers to get out of bed, a noise stopped him. He turned around to locate where it was coming from.
Turns out it was you, lying on your side, your back facing him, mumbling incoherently in your sleep.
Wihlborg smiled at the sight.
You two had been dating for six months and living together for one. In any other universe, your relationship would not have lasted this long. You were so different from him - kind, patient, loving. Wihlborg was… none of those things. He was trying to be better, though, for your sake. You were so good for him, to him.
You took his occupation in stride.
You made sure he had everything he needed before assignments.
You adhered to his diet and exercise regiments, and even joined him sometimes.
You listened to every random fact, joke, tangent, and rant, often laughing at/with him before moaning as he leaned over to kiss you, touch you, feel you down-
Wihlborg suddenly felt his dick strain against his pajama pants. Damn it! he thought to himself, vocalizing it with a huff so as not to disturb you.
He normally wouldn’t want sex the day of a hit, wouldn’t even think about it, for fear that it would ruin his concentration. However, with Wihlborg’s assignment being out of town, he’d be away from you for four whole days. It would be the longest you’d ever been apart. He’d be far away from your hugs, kisses, soft skin, your voice gently telling him what you wanted as you tugged at his hair…
Wihlborg’s hand immediately went to his member. He shouldn’t be doing this. He had too much respect for you, too much self-control. And yet here he was, giving in to his baser instincts.
As his hand moved up and down, he looked at you. You were wearing your favorite nightgown, the navy one that cut-off mid-thigh and had spaghetti straps. Not only was it incredibly smooth, but it also showed off your curves. Wihlborg imagined himself caressing you in it, starting at your neck, going down to your breasts, along your sides, then going to your legs where he would squeeze your thighs before daring to go underneath to feel the fabric of your underwear.
Wihlborg bit his lip to suppress his moans. He also gripped the bedsheets with his other hand to steady himself.
He could hear your voice now. “Oh, that feels so good,” you’d whisper in his ear. Wihlborg always considered himself to be indifferent to the opinions of others. However, he quickly discovered that he had a praise kink when it came to you. He imagined how else you would compliment him. “I love the way you touch me. It makes me feel so hot. Please, baby… Please keep touching me.”
Wihlborg hummed low in agreement, closing his eyes to really picture the scene in his mind. He could see you on top of him. He’d be flat on his back, staring up at you like a mortal worshipping a goddess. Your hands would be on his chest to hold yourself up as he moved past your underwear to feel the flesh of your ass. He would squeeze you, and each time he did you would grind against his hard dick. “Wihlborg,” you’d sigh. You’d repeat that single word a number of times, each one having its own pitch and level of need as he moved from your back to your front. He’d skim your inner thighs, teasing you by making light lines or circles. Maybe you’d be so impatient with his teasing that you’d put your hands on his to guide him further.
“Please, baby,” you’d plead, tugging his wrists upward.
“Okay,” he would whisper, or maybe he was actually whispering because he was too far gone and he was so close and who was he to deny you, even in his fantasies?
Wihlborg’s hand slowly let go of the sheets and moved in the air to match the movements in his dream. It slowly ascended your inner thigh, going to the top of your panties before finally crossing the threshold and-
“Wihlborg?”
Wihlborg’s eyes snapped open, and he ceased massaging his dick. He looked over to you. Your back was still to him, your breathing still even.
He raised an eyebrow, perplexed. Did he hear actual you talking or fantasy you?
“Are you getting off to me while I sleep?”
Definitely actual you talking.
“Um…” Wihlborg had half a mind to deny it, but then you turned around to face him, a knowing smirk gracing your face.
Well, he couldn’t deny it now.
It took a moment for him to swallow his pride, but he eventually got there and admitted, “Yes.”
You hummed. You took a quick peek at the lower half of his body, which was crying out for release. “Would you like a proper hand with that?” you asked.
Five minutes later, you two were playing out his fantasy. It took a bit of convincing on your part but once you were on top taking all of Wihlborg in, any reservations he had disappeared. His hands guided your hips, helping you go up and down. He wished he had time to properly enjoy the moment and take care of you, but he needed to leave soon and was pretty (embarrassingly) horny now… and from the way you were keeping the rhythm and panting, so were you.
“Fuck… fuck, baby,” you moaned, your head thrown back, nails digging into his chest. He could feel the pain through his shirt, which spurred him on.
“I love you,” Wihlborg breathed out. Without missing a beat, you looked down at him and giggled, “I love you, too. Promise me we’ll do this when you get back.”
Wihlborg nodded furiously. “Anything you want.”
“Yes!”
You enthusiastically picked up your pace at his answer. He quickly caught up to you, his grip digging into your sides and creating bruises that he would insist on tending to later because the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you.
He then felt your hand on top of one of his. With it, you led him underneath your nightgown to feel your breast. You helped him play with it for a bit before he fully took over and lightly pinched your nipple. “Wihlborg!” you gasped, your pussy clenching tighter around him, indicating that you were close. He did it once, twice more, and you were cumming with a high-pitch scream that dissolved into silence.
Wihlborg pumped in you a few more times before he came. He groaned deeply and held you in place, filling you up. This was also something he wouldn’t usually do - fuck you without a condom. You were pretty diligent about your birth control, though, so it was okay this one time. And maybe if he tweaked his plans a little he could still meet Dolinski on time. He didn’t need to shower for so long, or do his full meditation. And maybe-
His overactive brain suddenly stopped to take in your blissed-out state. You were staring at him with such love as you tried to catch your breath. You then pulled yourself off him and moved to his side, one arm going under his neck while the other went across his chest. He molded to fit you and melted when you kissed the top of his head.
Wihlborg figured he could spare a few more minutes to cuddle you like this. After all, there were worse things that could distract him.
Author’s Note 2: Electric Boogaloo: Thank you so much for making it to the end! I ask that you NOT post this story as your own, please. Instead, give it a like/review/bookmark/reblog/all of the above wherever you read it.
