Good morning baby
WARNINGS: Explicit adult sexual content (oral, titjob, vaginal penetration, creampie) Multiple male orgasms / premature ejaculation, heavy dirty talk, cum play (on chest, inside), Morning / half-asleep sex
Requested: Gabe perreault + you wake him up with your mouth around his cock
an: no summary for this one because the prompt is self-explanatory (still, i changed the plot a bit )
You woke up first, still wrapped in him.
Gabe’s arm was heavy across your waist, his chest warm and solid against your back, one long leg slotted between yours. The sheets were twisted low around your hips. You were pressed together from shoulders to thighs, the soft cotton of your pajama bottoms was the only barrier between you.
you felt him, already hard, thick and heavy against the curve of your ass.
You shifted back a little, grinding slow against him, feeling the length of him drag along the cleft of your ass through the thin fabric. The friction was deliberate, unhurried. A low, sleepy sound rumbled in his chest, vibrating against your spine.
His arm tightened for a second, fingers flexing against your stomach, then loosened as you carefully rolled over to face him.
His eyes were still closed. Dark lashes against his cheeks, mouth slightly parted. You leaned in and kissed him soft on the mouth, no words, just the slow press of your lips, tasting the faint salt of sleep.
His lips parted under yours with a quiet, rough exhale. You felt him smile against the kiss, half-asleep, the corner of his mouth curling. His hand slid up your side, palm broad and warm, and found the hem of your pajama top.
He tugged it higher, then higher still, the fabric catching briefly under your arm before you helped him pull it off completely and tossed it somewhere behind you.
Cool air touched your bare skin for a second, your nipples tightening, before his palm settled warm on your waist, thumb brushing the underside of your breast in a slow, absent arc.
You kissed him once more, deeper this time, tongue slipping against his. He answered lazily at first, then with more intent, a soft groan vibrating between your mouths. You broke the kiss and slid down the bed, the sheet sliding with you.
His boxers were already low on his hips, the waistband stretched under the heavy curve of his cock. You eased them further down, freeing him, thick, flushed dark, the head already shiny with precum that caught the early light.
You wrapped your fingers around the base, feeling the heat of him, the way he pulsed once in your grip, and took him into your mouth in one slow, wet slide.
The second your tongue pressed firmly along the underside, Gabe’s eyes fluttered open-heavy, unfocused, still thick with sleep.
He woke up with his cock already buried in your mouth, and the sound that left him was wrecked, low and startled “Fuck—baby—” His voice was gravelly, half-dreaming, the words scraping out of him. “Your mouth… shit, that’s so fucking warm—”
You didn’t rush. You sucked him deep and steady, cheeks hollowed, letting him feel every tight pull of your lips, every slow drag of your tongue swirling around the head before you took him to the back of your throat. Spit gathered at the corners of your mouth.
His fingers threaded into your hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needed the anchor, the pads of his fingers flexing against your scalp every time you swallowed around him.
His hips twitched up into every stroke, cock thickening even more against your tongue, the head nudging the soft back of your throat “Christ, you’re so good at that,” he muttered, voice low and rough, eyes half-lidded as he watched you. “Feels fucking perfect… keep going, just like that—fuck, the way you suck me—look at you…”
You kept the rhythm until his thighs started to tense under your hands and his cock twitched hard against your tongue.
You felt him getting close fast, the way his stomach tightened, the way his grip in your hair sharpened, the way his breathing went shallow and uneven, you pulled off with a soft, wet pop, a thin string of spit connecting your bottom lip to the head of his cock. It broke when you climbed higher.
You straddled his hips and pressed your tits around him. He was slick from your mouth, the head of his cock sliding between the soft inner curves with every firm stroke of your hands.
You squeezed them together, rolling your wrists so the pressure stayed tight and wet. Gabe’s head dropped back against the pillow, a low, desperate groan tearing out of him “Shit—your tits—fuck, baby—” His hands came up to hold them together, thumbs brushing over your nipples, squeezing them tighter around his cock.
The head of him disappeared and reappeared between the soft press of your flesh with every stroke. “Gonna come… already gonna come all over them—look so fucking good like this—your skin’s so soft—”
It didn’t take long. A few more wet, firm rolls of your wrists and he came hard and fast, hot, thick ropes of come spilling across your chest, coating the soft inner curves of your tits, some of it dripping down toward your stomach while his whole body tensed and a broken, open-mouthed sound left him.
His hips jerked up into the tunnel of your breasts once, twice, then stilled. He was still half-asleep, oversensitive, and it hit him quicker than usual.
You stayed there a moment, letting him finish, watching his face go slack with it—the way his mouth stayed open, the way his chest rose and fell in deep, uneven pulls.
Then you wiped the mess with your finger and put it on your mouth, after, you swung one leg fully over his hips, and reached down. He was still half-hard, sensitive, but he slid into you easy, slick and thick, stretching your pussy in that perfect, deep way.
You sank down until he was fully seated, every inch of him buried inside you, the stretch making your breath catch. You started moving.
Gabe’s hands settled on your ass immediately, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, spreading you open so he could feel every slow roll of your hips “Oh my fucking god,” he breathed, voice already wrecked. “Your pussy… baby, you feel so fucking good. So tight—so wet—fuck, you’re dripping on me—”
You rode him slow at first, rolling your hips so every stroke dragged his cock deep along your walls. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room.
He stayed on his back, letting you take what you wanted, but his mouth never stopped, low, continuous praise mixed with the occasional broken curse “That’s it… just like that. Fuck, you’re soaking me. Your pussy’s so good, baby—so fucking perfect around my cock—can feel every inch of you squeezing me—look at the way you take me—”
You were just as loud “Gabe—feels so good—your cock’s so deep—” Your voice came out breathy, broken between the rolls of your hips. “Love how you fill me up… fuck—so thick—can feel you everywhere—”
Every few strokes you leaned down and kissed him, open-mouthed and messy, tongues sliding together while you kept riding.
He kissed you back like he was starving for it, still talking between the kisses, the words muffled against your mouth “Feel how hard you make me? Even after I just came… your pussy’s that good. Keep riding me… use me, baby. Take what you need. Bounce on that cock—yeah, just like that—”
But it hit him fast again.
His hands tightened on your ass, his hips stuttered up into you, and he came with a low, almost apologetic groan, spilling hot inside you while you were still riding him.
His whole body went tight, then soft, and when he opened his eyes he looked almost embarrassed, a flush high on his cheeks “Shit… sorry, baby.” His voice was quiet, a little rough with it. “Just woke up and you feel too fucking good. Didn’t last… you didn’t even come.”
You leaned down and kissed him soft, still seated on him, feeling his come start to leak out around his softening cock, warm and slick against your thighs “It’s okay,” you murmured against his mouth. “We’ve got time.”
He exhaled, forehead pressed to yours for a second, then carefully lifted you off him. You settled beside him on the bed while he reached down and wrapped a hand around himself. He was still sensitive, still a little soft, but he started stroking, slow at first, then firmer, eyes locked on you the whole time.
You watched the way his fist moved over his cock, the way he twisted his wrist on the upstroke, the way his abs tensed and his breath went uneven every time he dragged his thumb over the head.
“Gonna get hard for you again,” he muttered, voice low. “Gonna fuck you proper… make you come on my cock. Want to feel this pussy squeeze me when you do.”
It took a couple of minutes.
He jerked himself through the oversensitivity, jaw tight, breathing harder, until he was fully hard again, thick and flushed in his fist. He didn’t stop there.
He kept going, stroking himself a second time, working himself right to the edge and then easing off, making sure he was ready to last. Precum beaded at the tip and he smeared it down the length with his thumb, the wet sound soft in the quiet.
When he finally moved over you, his eyes were darker, more awake. The sleep was gone from his face; only heat remained “Lie back, baby.”
You did. He settled between your thighs, one hand bracing beside your head, the other guiding himself to your entrance.
He pushed in slow—still slick from earlier, from his own come—and the second he bottomed out he groaned, forehead dropping to yours for a second, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress.
“Fuck… still so tight. Still so wet for me. Can feel my come inside you—”
Then he started moving.
He fucked you deep and steady, hips rolling, every stroke deliberate and hard. His cock dragged along your walls, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room.
His mouth never stopped, praise and filthy encouragement mixed with the occasional sharp inhale when you clenched around him “Your pussy feels incredible… so fucking good around me. Listen to how wet you are—taking me so deep—look at the way you open up for me—”
You were just as vocal “Gabe—yes—right there—your cock feels so good—” Your hands slid up his back, nails digging in. “Harder… please—fuck me harder—fill me up—”
He gave it to you. His pace picked up, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the morning quiet. One of his hands found your thigh and pushed it higher, opening you wider so he could drive deeper, the head of his cock hitting that spot that made your vision blur.
You felt every ridge, every thick inch of him, the way he filled you completely on every stroke.
“That’s it… take it. Take all of me. Gonna make you come… want to feel this pussy squeeze me when you do—fuck, you’re clenching already—”
“I’m close—Gabe, I’m so close—” Your voice cracked, loud and desperate. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop—your cock’s so fucking good—”
He didn’t. He kept the rhythm, fucking you through every shaky breath, every broken moan, hips snapping harder, until the tension in your stomach snapped.
You came hard around him, pussy clenching tight and rhythmic around his cock, your voice loud and wrecked as the pleasure rolled through you in waves.
Your thighs shook against his sides, Gabe groaned at the feel of it, hips stuttering, but he kept moving, working you through every pulse, every aftershock, until you were shaking and soft underneath him, oversensitive and open.
Only then did he slow, forehead dropping to yours, both of you breathing hard in the quiet morning light. He stayed buried inside you, still hard, still moving in tiny, shallow rolls of his hips while you came down, the residual tremors making you clench around him every few seconds.
After a long moment he kissed you soft, almost apologetic “Sorry again,” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough. “For coming so fast earlier. You just… fuck, baby. You feel too good. Especially first thing like that.”
You smiled against his lips, still catching your breath, and kissed him again—slower this time, lingering, tasting the salt of his skin and the quiet satisfaction between you, you pulled out and just say “Good morning, baby.”
