(I accidentally messed up so I don’t have the original ask for someone so here’s just the story based off the prompt 😭 my baddd)
Normally, hoodie was a very heads on man. He knew his tasks and was very good at executing them, without interference or distractions. He was very used to simple missions like this, gaining intel on certain targets. It was simple, really, just learning when they left and returned home, when they went to bed, things like that. He never got distracted.
You must have known someone would see, because why else would you have been undressing in front of your window? Nevertheless, it was enough to get the killer to stop in his tracks and just admire the view.
The way your skin looked from afar, your pretty face, how your body curved in just the right places…
He wasn’t sure if it was just the taboo scenario or that he hadn’t jerked off in a long while that had him throbbing in his jeans, but he needed to return back to give a report of the target before the deadline.
That same night he thought about you, and it only took him a little while to know that he needed to return to you, to catch more perverted glimpses of you and your body.
So, that’s exactly what he did and had been doing for a couple weeks. He watched you on some nights, took pictures of you on others, even broke in to jerk off while admiring your sleeping figure, and left with a couple articles of your clothing,but not after blowing his load all over your sheets.
It didn’t take long of this routine before he knew he needed to take you, to feel you around his cock. And that was exactly what he was doing, standing over your bed, looming over your sleeping figure, all while his dick twitched in his pants.
He let his one ungloved hand roam over your shoulder, feeling the goosebumps rise on your soft skin, and over your chest, enamored by how your nipples immediately perked up from the sensation.
He let his hand drag the article of clothing over your chest, your skin exposed all for his perverted, prying eyes. His fingers groped the flesh there, taking your nipples between his calloused fingers and pinching, rolling, and tugging on the buds, while your lips parted and made small and pathetic noises.
Since he had taken it upon himself to watch you prior to this, he knew you’d be up and at em sooner rather than later due to your job, so he didn’t have much time to dilly dally. That being said, he slowly maneuvered your body towards the edge of the bed, and spread your legs open just enough for him to fit inside.
He pulled your little pajama shorts down your legs and waited a moment for you to settle once again. Once he was sure you were sound and asleep again, he slowly began to unbutton his jeans and pull them, along with his boxers, down his thighs, freeing his dick with a spring.
He rubbed the leaking tip of his cock over your hole, so tight and ready for his to take. He had been waiting so long for this moment, he had to take the glove he removed and put it in his own mouth to stay quiet. He rubbed himself all over you, his precum coating your private bits, until it caught and he felt himself push slightly inside, only burying the tip inside you.
God, he was in absolute nirvana. You were so tight and fucking perfect, just taking his cock so well in your sleep, he was sure you were just sucking him in at that point. He felt bliss as he watched your sleeping face contort slightly and could feel your hole tightening ever so faintly around him. He needed to go further, but he really needed to wait until you were back completely out cold.
A few torturous moments later, when he was positive you were back out, he slowly pushed the rest of himself inside you, his balls flush against you, his dick practically leaping for joy in your guts. Every flutter of your walls, every little noise your sleeping self made, he just wanted to give up. To say “fuck it” to being calm and slow, and just absolutely wreck you. To fill you up with his spunk while he gets off on that confused and terrified look on your face.
But alas, he preserved. Instead of fully wrecking you, he slowly rocked himself against you. Slowly pulling out of you, and pushing himself back in to the hilt, feeling you inch by fucking inch on the inside.
It didn’t take him long, with you wrapped around his cock, your tank top over your chest, your breath all heavy, hair a mess, lips parted, legs just slightly tightened around his waist, and the fact that he had been anticipating this for weeks. He wasn’t surprised when he felt his cock twitching and his balls tightening, but thankfully you were asleep and unable to judge him for finishing a little soon.
He contemplated, for a moment, filling you with cum, but instead decided to pull out and rub himself on you until he busted all over your tummy, chest, and a little on your face.
He gathered himself quickly, put you back into your original place, and quietly made his way out of your home the way he came, with a slight giddiness in him as he made his way home, all while having a grip on your undies still in his pocket.
He’ll definitely be back.
