Stroke at Midnight
FEM! Reader Insert/ Fictional crush
NSWF MDNI 18+ ONLY
Summary: At the stroke of midnight your lover can't help himself to teasing you. Affections mixing with longing from being away so long
Word count: 797
tags: fingering, pretend sleeping
Under the mask of midnight, you shudder and shake trying to stay quiet as fingers brush along the crotch of your panties. Thick fingers carefully tracing along the slit of your core, tracing it in an almost gentle stroke, prodding at the silky heat hidden by a thin layer of cotton. His body pressed against your back, curling around you with this agonizingly slow-ness that almost made you want to snap at him to hurry up and wrap around you.
But he doesn't want to wake you.
And you don't want him to stop either.
Seeing you not stir, his touches become more confident, swirling his fingers around your clit, his palm pressing up over your fold adding to the delicious friction to coax the first drops of slick down your pussy. It felt like heaven, with every squeeze of his hands around your mound, fingers prodding at your growing patch of wetness. His breath is hit against your neck, as he presses hurried kisses along your shoulders and neck.
“I missed you—,” he whispers against your warm skin, his words accentuated with the roll of his hips pushing needily into you,”—I missed you. Being so distant from you tears me apart more than anything.”
He had just come back, his body still cool from the winter wind blowing through the city, the cold wind had slipped through the cracks of the door when he came in. You had offered him refuge under your covers, embracing him with your entire body as he laid in bed with you. You had only fallen asleep, just a bit, waking to the rush of heat stirring below when his hips were restless against you.
He wasn't blameless and neither were you for teasing him to wake and play with you. Your only act of willful ignorance was to keep up the act of slumber. Knowing you had poked the bear, of raising the arousal of the thick length that had risen to the occasion.
“You're so wet,” he murmurs, his hand squeezing a warm breast, a fluttering sigh mixed into your sheets. “Neglected too long.”
Your nipple caught between his thumb and forefinger, completely at their mercy. Rolled and toyed with, each bud given its due of pinches and tugs.
Each kiss stamps along the curve of your jaw, he spoke with a reckless vulnerability,” Did you miss me? I know I did, God, I would sleep faster when I was away just so I could see you again in my dreams. I wanted to be with you no matter what form you take.”
Your heart squeezes at his words, nipples becoming more sensitive as he arches into you with a shuddering groan. His cock is hard, throbbing against the curve of your ass.
‘Keep touching me,’ you pray, parting your thighs just a bit to give him room. He gratefully takes it, kissing you in thanks. Kissing you, slipping his tongue over your lips as to taste any lingering sweetness was marked with a well timed swirl of your clit under his touch.
The night is quiet, tense even when the silence is broken as his fingers slip under your panties tentatively dipping between your slick folds. You almost gave yourself away with a whimper curling in your throat ready to slip out just as a digit slid over your clit. Touching it, giving it a soft little squeeze that makes a shot of nerves shake up your body. ‘Touch me touch me,’ shakes in your mind, as he finally listens to your wish.
He slides in, finding little resistance as he gives a gentle push, experimenting with his thrusts, paying attention to how much you could take. It's not long his finger curls inside you, thrusting into you with a more aggressive touch. A soft noise escaped you before you could catch it and he stills.
“Did I hurt you?” God he sounded so broken. His free hand finds yours, slipping between the free spaces of your fingers holding them with a reassuring touch. He calls your name gently,”Look at me.”
“Mm,”you groan, squeezing your core around his fingers, a thrust of his hips jerk against you rocking the bed.”Keep going,” You mumble trying to keep up the pretense of your slumber,” It felt good baby,” you kiss him to tempt him back into action.
“Oh, you finally decided to stop ‘sleeping’?” He asks, the grin in his voice palpable as his body brimmed with excitement.
“I was asleep?” You said innocently, as if his fingers in your pussy were just a regular everyday occurrence. His head drops over your shoulder, laughing,” Do you want me to…?”
“Finish up there first,” You grin,” You haven't made me cum yet.”
“I'll fix that right now.”
