"Fuck the Bed, We Don't Need it, Sure as Hell gon' Break it Tonight."
-worst behavior, kwn
Fem!reader x husband, smut, kitchen sex, slight manhandling, hairpulling, aftercare + fluff towards the end
A/N: reader's hair is not mentioned so whether you would like it to be in braids, curly, straight, or other is entirely your decision. Happy reading!! :))
The golden evening sunlight began to shine through the windows of the sunroom.
Your window seat becomes warmer and cozier as the minutes tick by. Your painting now hung up to dry, You wait for your husband to return home from work. You missed him all day, your body craving him all the while. He knows exactly what makes you feel that heat between your legs. You could say he knows your body better than you do. From the touch of his gentle hand on your face, to the soft kisses he peppers down your neck. It all feels right. It feels full of passion and pure ecstasy.
Then all so suddenly, you hear that familiar click of the lock undoing. You snap out of your daydream and jump up to go greet your beloved husband. The wool blanket that was once strewn over your lap now discarded to the floor as you jump up and rush to greet him. You trudge down the hall. Its length becoming seemingly miles long. You finally get to the living room entrance where your husband had just began to set down his things on the side table before her spotted you. You and that beautiful nightgown that you knew he loved.
The way the dark purple silk melted and hugged your curves, and the black lace lining your chest and thighs. The sight of you made sent a chill down his spine. Every inch of you was so addicting to him. He hadn't even began to settle into your home before he wanted to have you.
And trust, that's just what he'd do.
And now here you were.
Bent over the kitchen island, being ruthlessly pounded from the back. Every thrust was filled with both love and harshness. The way he held you close, and whispered into your ear made your head spin. One hand on your waist and the other tangled in your hair. The lower half of your nightgown hiked up over your waist, while the shoulder straps slowly sink down lower and lower.
Your doting husband dips his face into your neck pressing kisses all over you, trailing down and across your shoulder blades to grant small displays of love upon the other side of your neck.
All the while, the hand in your hair began tugging a little harder. Pulling a few louder moans from your mouth. Soon enough you come close to your climax and as does he. Your bodies begin to move in tandem as you begin to push back into him. As he rams into your cervix, a wave of intense pleasure washes over the both of you. That tight knot in your stomach releasing as you let go of what you had been longing to release.
You gush down his shaft while he lumps a load into you, never halting or slowing his movements for even a second.
Once you both have come down from your high, your husband catches you as your knees grow weak from exhaustion. He slowly picks you up and carries you into the bedroom and gently sets you down on the bed. Your doting husband walks off into the bathroom to retrieve a towel from your linen closet. He comes back a couple minutes later with a damp washcloth and some new pajamas for you. You sit up to face him completely, your eyes meeting his caring gaze as he sits next to you on the bed.
He pulls the nightgown back over your thighs to reveal the wet mess between your legs from just a few minutes ago. The way he holds your legs open to clean you up soothes your beating heart. All those hot and tense moments feel like they were worlds away. The atmosphere seemed to melt as he peeled the nightgown off of your body and slipped you into some shorts and a top, sensible for sleeping.
Only once you were dressed and tucked into bed did he wander off to tidy and dress himself.
After about 10 minutes he came back to your shared bedroom dressed and with two cups of tea and your favorite snack.
He set your teacup on the side table on your side assigned of the bed before retreating to his own. There, you sat together catching up on the latest season of Bridgerton, discussing the hottest topics of the latest episodes. You love spending quality time with your husband. He always knew how to make you feel special whenever you were with him. With him you spoke about your day, and he about his. you drank your tea, snacked, and gossiped until near midnight.
When you had both finally decided to retire and shut your eyes, you switched off the tv and get comfortable underneath the covers. You snuggle close, wrap your arms around each other and indulge in an embrace that is warm and calm. Finally, you say your "I love you" s and fall asleep in each others arms.
It all just feels so right.
A/N: Thanks for reading!! It's the first of my works in a LOONGG time so I hope you liked it. Come back soon, and let me know what else you would like to see on my page. :))
