ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝕂𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕤 (𝔾𝕆𝕎) 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 - ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎
TAGS: F/M, No Spoilers, Smut, AFAB!Reader, Established Relationship (if you squint)
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/85763621
Morning arrived slowly.
Warmth pulled you awake before sunlight had a chance to. It beamed through your eyelids as your eyes fluttered open.
It was still miserably cold outside, the freezing hold of winter covering the backyard in a blanket of snow. You scanned the trees twinkling with frost through the window as you struggled to truly wake.
Drifting your gaze to the centre of the cabin, you eyed the abandoned cups of mead from the previous night, sitting by the ashes that once were the fire to warm your home. A hazard if left otherwise.
Even so, you found heat still engulfed you. A toned, broad chest pressed firmly against your back, and a protective arm around your middle. You wondered briefly if he awoke as well.
Turning your head slowly to look over your shoulder, you found him still in slumber. Peaceful. Content. Even with the limited ability of your peripheral vision, you could still make out the lack of harsh lines that usually decorated his features in a fit of frustration, anger, or even mere annoyance.
Yet, he looked… soft. A rare sight basking in the pale morning light.
Absentmindedly, your gaze wandered towards the protruding vein in his upper arm, only moving on to the ruggedness of his chest once satisfied with faint roguish images of the man in bed with you.
By the Gods, he was difficult not to stare at.
It was harder to resist a touch.
Before you could even honour your sinful thoughts, the arm that held you tightened its grip around your waist, tucking you further into him.
It took every ounce of discipline in your body to stifle the sob that rose in your throat.
Your body felt it before your brain could register it - the jutting mass just outside your core.
The furs beneath you surrender to your grip, knuckles white as the length of him pressed flush alongside your entrance. You glanced over your shoulder again, only to huff softly when you realised it was out of your field of sight.
It felt wrong given he was asleep. But it wouldn’t harm to wonder.
A low grunt pulled you from your thoughts.
Your eyes quickly darted to his. His brows knitted together as amber eyes cracked open. For a moment, he simply stared at you, still half asleep and unfocused enough to be oblivious to the shock flickering across your face.
His eyes shut again with a murmur, voice rougher with sleep.
“You are awake.”
“I am.”
Kratos shifted slightly, and you quickly realised he hadn’t loosened his grip on you.
A wave of relief washed over your chest. Yet your stomach flipped.
Carefully, you turned to face him, hands finding his shoulders with one leg hooked over his hip.
“Are you tired?” You whispered softly.
He grunted yet again, eyes now half lidded as he scanned you. Gaze landing on your lips before making its way down to the space between you. His expression lifted to something warmer yet heavier, and after following his line of sight, you understood he had noticed your lack of sleep wear.
Before you had a moment to speak, his eyes returned to yours.
“No.”
You hummed in acknowledgment.
The hand that was once tucked underneath your form glided softly across your waist, dipping into your back and along your spine earning a tremble from your skin.
Your own hand found solace in the feeling of his beard, fingertips disappearing into the roughness of his beard as you caressed the strong line of his jaw — one you had never witnessed bare — before resting against his cheek.
Your eyes met fully then.
So did your lips soon after.
You shifted closer without thinking, your free hand now flattening against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat in your palm. A groan escaped you, melting between shared breaths and kisses.
Something hot twitched against your thigh. Instantly, you beamed.
“There you are.” You murmured between kisses, rsliding your hand between the both of you to caress the source of your morning stir. Already achingly hard, pulsing and heavy in between your fingers. Anticipation shot through you when you felt the slick of his own arousal running down one of your knuckles.
A muffled growl vibrated through his chest as his gaze darkened further.
Then, slowly - with all the self control he could muster - Kratos rolled onto his back, bringing you with him until you sat straddling his lower abdomen, knees pressed beside his hips.
Your breath caught in your throat.
Large, calloused hands settled firmly on your waist while the other wandered across your back. His fingers flexed slightly, as though resisting the urge to drag you down onto him without mercy.
But no. Now was not the time for that.
The hand along your back made its way to the curve of your hip - a touch so gentle you wondered if this was the same man that had ravaged you beyond recognition so many times before - stopping just below your lower abdomen.
You flinched with anticipation watching his fingers press into your skin, his thumb brushing lightly against your clit, forcing a sigh out of you.
Lazy circles dance around the area. Slow. Agonising. The kind of pleasure that bordered dangerously close to pain.
Kratos watched the mess he was making with unreadable focus. Anyone else might have mistaken his expression for indifference, you knew better. He was studying every reaction, every tremble, and every bite of your lip.
By the way you’re practically singing already, and how easy it was to have your own slick pool on his abdomen, he figures there’s no need to keep you waiting.
He lifts you effortlessly by your thighs as if you weighed nothing, lowering you onto him as you reach your hand down to guide him inside.
Within the first few seconds you already feel that familiar stretch. Fullness. Heat. That overwhelming sensation that always made you wonder how much more there was left to take. His movements are considerate as if he has all the patience in all the realms, waiting for any sign that he should seize.
It never comes.
Ethereal would be an understatement to describe the way he felt inside you. You were convinced that somehow his cock was specifically crafted for you by some higher power.
The morning sun spilled through your windows, casting a glow on your skin and you began to rock against him, its light bathing you in its earthly warmth. Possessive hands travelled from your thighs, to your waist, and finally your chest before repeating the cycle - wandering constantly, never being able to settle in one place.
Your pace quickened naturally, alternating between grinding and bouncing on his cock, leaning back and chasing a deeper angle that earned a low groan from his chest.
You had never been particularly quiet.
From your lips came a symphony of moans, mewls, and sighs that filled the cabin and seemed woven in its walls. His name alone had made your throat hoarse more times than you could count - it was all that filled your mind as he filled you.
He had never been a man of many words.
But you saw it in his face. His expression changed. His demeanour changed.
As you rode him, you couldn’t help but focus on the way his brows pulled together, knitting in the middle as a man utterly consumed in the inner embrace of the woman above him.
Though slow and deliberate, you were surprised to find your orgasm quickly approaching.
“Kratos, I’m-“
A rugged thumb found it’s way back to your clit, its lazy habit of circling abandoned for a firmer, more purposeful motion.
“I want you to cum for me,” He murmured, voice low as his other hand tightened against your hip.
That was enough to push you over the edge.
A silent cry tore through you as heaven crashed over your body. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock while your hips jerked helplessly through wave after wave. Through blurred vision, you caught the widening of his pupils — the unmistakable look of pure admiration burning behind them.
You would have collapsed against him if he had not caught you first, pulling you down against his chest and into his lips.
Your fingers dug into the flesh of his chest as the kiss deepened just enough to make your head spin. Kratos’ forearms came to wrap tightly around your back, holding you flush against him in a possessive embrace that kept your heart racing.
It was clear how badly he needed this, despise the calm indifference he always seemed carry with him.
And judging by the gruff sounds that poured from his mouth into your ear and the sharper thrusts meeting your hips, he wasn’t far behind you. He planted his feet firmly against the bed, giving that angle that made you see stars once he fucked upwards into you.
It wasn’t long before his hips started to stutter and he buried himself completely inside you, stilling with a deep groan - your cunt still so tight around him that you felt every pulse of his seed pumping into you.
Kratos exhaled heavily, steadying himself once he was empty, though he made no move to exit you.
For a moment, there was silence. Like an agreement that there was nothing of relevance to say. The cabin had fallen quiet, save for the distant howl of winter beyond its walls.
When you finally had the strength to pull yourself up, your lips tingled with a promise of a swollen week. Your forehead rested against his, still catching your breath.
His hands remained on you, opting to explore your aching thighs. As though he had fear that if he loosened his hold on you, you’d slip away.
You smiled softly at the thought.
“Good morning.” You joked. You hadn’t expected the tug of his lip at that, although it was a welcome sight. He still carried that softness from earlier in the morning on him, not a sign of negativity in sight.
For everything you had come to learn about him, all the rage and all the violence his history was littered with - moment like this felt like a fever dream, in the best way possible.
You pushed the thought to the back of your mind and your hand’s wandered to his biceps. Chiseled and perfect in your eyes. He flexed them almost playfully, and you let out a pleased hum as you squeezed.
Eventually, Kratos carefully shifted beneath you, moving you so you’d return to the comfort of your bed, side by side once again. You curled instinctively against his chest. His heartbeat now in your ear as his massive hand tangled itself in your hair.
Your fingers drifted lazily across the scarred skin of his chest.
“Don’t leave today.” You whispered against him, “Please.”
He looked down at you for a moment before pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead.
“I won’t.”
Somehow, that single sentence felt warmer than the fire ever could.