Wake Up Call
Uzair Baloch x Reader
SMUT + FLUFF
A/N - comments are well appreciated.
Disclaimer - Work of Fiction
Warning - Fluff, Smut, Penetration, Oral (M receiving), Spitting.
Happy Reading~
Ever since the wedding bells rang in the muddy existence of Uzair Baloch, he had found a whole new reason to wake up every new morning. His arms would be draped along your soft bare curves as his body engulfed yours like a glove. He loved to wake up with his face stuffed in your vanilla scented locks. You had become his unbreakable habit to be engulfed around him as he fought sleep every morning.
Today was no different, or that’s what he thought in his deep slumber. His groggy self barely woke up as his hands wandered to reach for you. But to his despair he met with the dip of upheaved and ruffed up mattress. His hands reached further for you as he finally opened his eyes to take in the sight of an empty space next to.
With a low groan he got woke up and called out for his beloved “Jaan…”.
Upon meeting with a thick silence, he put on his boxers hastily and walked out of the comfort of his own room.
No sooner had he stepped out, he found you leaned over the counter prepping yours and his morning chai, with your back facing him. Hiis eyes trailed your soft bloomed figure only for his gaze to stick to your bottom which was claded with an absurdly oversized sweat pant of his.
He smiled to himself soaking in the sight before his long strides brought him closer to you. He stood with his bare firm chest pressed tightly against your back as his toned arms found their way around your waist.
You let out a small familiar gasp, to which Uzair mumbled right by your ears after tucking a strand of hair behind them “Good morning meri jaan”.
His morning voice draped with the blanket of sleep was enough to get your knees to buckle and why would today be an exception.
He looked back at him as he pressed his nose on the crook of your neck inhaling your essence, mixed with a bit of his own musk.
“Ap uth gaye? Baithiye… Hum coffee latey hai”. You replied with a smile.
He groaned in disappointment. Clicking his tongue he added “Coffen nahi… Mujhe kuch aur chahiye aj subha”.
He stated as his hands travelled up your (his) t-shirt caressing your soft waist.
“mmhmm Uzair…” You tried to reason but your words died in your throat when your eyes met with his slightly parted heaving lips and his hooded eyes filled with the familiar darkness of pure need.
You were only human; you could not refuse your majestic husband. You leaned back against his chest as his lips peppered wet kisses along your neck and his fingers hooked in the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing.
You moaned out panting weak, as your hands left the counter to give him access to undo any restrictions of fabric between him and you. Your head rested back on his chest as hi s lips finally met yours.
His fingers maneuvered your plush bottom out of the sweatpants, leaning down he discarded it whole leaving your bottom bare, as his slightest touch earned the neediest response from you. You closed your eyes in anticipation of your husband and his further blissfully slow torture on you.
But to your surprise, no touch followed. You whipped your head back and found Uzair, ever so smugly putting the sweatpants on himself.
Your brows furrowed when that devil spoke up “Mujhe yeh pants chahiye the, baki saare dhoney daal dia]ye the na tum” He grinned like an idiot knowing full well what he had just done.
“Tum kya sochi? Chi yaar begum… kabhi toh mizaz bistar ke bahar le ao” He continued with a shit eating smirk plastered all over his face.
You stood there furious, red with anticipation and now perhaps pure rage. The wetness still dripped down your thighs from your aching core, witnessing Uzair stood in the grey sweatpants as his proud bulge stared right at you.
He bit his lips, stopping himself from howling out laughter. He expected you to whine and throw a tantrum. Rather his eyes followed your quick movement.
You stood close to him, Way too close…”Bohot ho gaya tumhara drama..ab mujhe jo chahiye who mai cheen lungi” you stated looking up at him as his previously playful gaze switched into something more primal.
Before he could react or tease you further you pushed him on the couch and hovered over him, smashing your plush lips on him.
The pleasant surprise washed all over Uzair as his hands reached for your waist just for them to be smacked away “Ap humey nhi chu rahe ho…khaas kar who behuda kaam karne ke baad”. You barked at him as he basked in your sweet dominance.
“Jaisi meri begum ki Marzi” He licked his lips and tucked his hand behind his head, letting you carry forward the game.
Your bare wet pussy grinded against his throbbing clothed bulge. He left out a breathy groan followed by a mewl from you.
You have had enough of the painful wait. You need his cock in you, like it was breathing. The desperation reeked through the two of you. You pecked down his sweaty and chest swirling your tongue around his hard nipple, tugging at it softly with you teeth. He hissed out already writhing to touch you.
You pecked down his happy trail and slid his sweatpants and boxer down just enough to spring free his painfully erect girth. His tip shined with beads of precum which made the inside of your mouth water just equally.
You leaned down to lick the mushroom tip of his cock as he closed his eyes groaning out.
“Apko kya laga? Sirf ap akela tadpa sakte ho?” you smirked before taking half of his length in your warm wet mouth as your eyes rolled back at the taste and the throb of it against your tongue.
He threw his head back as his toe curled in sheer desperation. You sucked him off whilst massaging his sack along. Your greedy pussy did its job of grinding against his muscularly toned thighs.
Uzair shivered and heaved out “Jaan…please…chuney do mujhe…pagal sa lagg raha hai”. His voice was dripping with plea and his eyes shined of lust.
“Mujhe bhi dikkat hui thin a jaan?” you enquired against his girth as you bobbed your head up and down. Your tongue spat along the rim as the mixture of your spit and his precum created the most sinful slurp of a sound. Your eyes rolled back to your head as you took his whole length in, hitting the back of your throat.
“Oh..fuck’ You heard Uzair moan out along with a painful throb against your tongue indictating how close he was. You quickly pulled away edging your mischievous husband, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Your cunt still moved against his thighs giving yourself enough friction to be close to our own release.
“Yeh nainsaafi hai begum” He barked out groaning.
You did not bother answering, rather you positioned his cock along your clenching hole. He shut his eyes and bit his lips as you sank down on his impressively massive length.
You cried out at the extreme fill of his cock in your gummy wet walls as you started to move painfully slow, rolling your hips in a torturous slow circle. You hand reached for your clit as you chanted his name.
You bounced up and down on him slow and deep as your clothed tits moved along.
You tugged off the t-shirt letting yourself ride his cock in your full bare glory. The sight maddened him.
The last string of his patience broke as he watched your soft peaks bounce along your curves move like the softest waves.
“Bohot hua.” He declared and flipped you under him in a swift motion earning a playful gasp from you. “An cheen ne ki baari meri”. He growled wrapping his hand around your throat, making your mouth fall open.
He leaned down spitting straight in your mouth as his pace picked.
You swallowed his glob greedily and clawed at his broad back as he rutted in you like an animal.
Your legs settled on his shoulder way too familiarly quick.
You jerked back at the intensity as he leaned down capturing your nipples between his lips savouring every bit of you.
His tip hit your cervix over and over again fucking you dumb. Your mouth gasped agape as he sank his teeth in your soft tits thrusting in deeper.
You clenched around him letting your knot loose and gushed around him. You screamed out his name as you met your peak, as spec of drool caressed your lips. Your vision hazed with white dots as you laid limp.
Taking in the addictive sight, his thrusts grew languid. With few deep and slow thrusts, he spurted thick ropes of his release in your clamping insides, mixing his release with yours in a filthy smell of sex and white mixture of pleasure.
He collapsed on top you and giggled out with a soft huff. “Ap mere kapde aur churaya karein…aur aisi good morning roz ho” He mumbled pecking your cheeks as you hid your face in his neck in a drape of your faux shame.
“Badtameez” You breathed out.
You two rested against each other just to be jolted awake by a scream
“CHACHA CHACHI..AP DONO PHIRSE LIVINGG ROOM MAI..” Naieem gagged as Ulfat covered his eyes with a practiced ease by now, for how many this happened in the past month, all around the haveli.
Ulfat shook her head “Khuda ka nahi toh…baccho ka khauf karlo..” She ended with giggle, knowing full well…this won’t stop.
Uzair engulfed you in a hug and laughed as you died a little in shame.
Happy marriage to you….
A/N - a short smut for my Uzair girlies. Comments are well appreciated... ❤
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