Ojirō Aran + Overstimulation
Summary: When Aran had to leave you unsatisfied from the morning, he promises to make it up to you when he comes back. Never one to break his promises, you eagerly await his arrival in the evening.
Warnings: female genitalia, [implied] consensual somnophilia, f. oral receiving, fingering, creampie(s), pussy job, spit [on pussy], pussy smacking [lightly], dumbification, overstimulation, no aftercare just sleep, squirting
Usually when you wake up in the mornings, you’re greeted to the sight of your husband sleeping beside you, the sun barely rising above the clouds before his alarm. Sometimes, you end up waking up to a kiss on your forehead, a sleepy “good morning” thrown your way. This time is a very rare occurrence, your eyes blinking away any blurriness as you feel a familiar twist in your gut.
Looking down, between your legs, is your husband who’s eyes look up at you. For only a brief moment, though, before you’re arching and breaking contact, fingers digging into the sheets as they twist in your grip. A loud //pop is heard in the room, then a gruff chuckle. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,”
“Good morning, handsome,” you sigh, looking back at him. “You hardly wake me up like this. What’s the occasion?”
“Just felt like it. You looked so cute, I could hardly resist,” he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, continuing his line of kisses until he’s back to your pussy, swiping his tongue over your sensitive areas. A gasp leaves you as he wraps his lips around your clit, then continues to lick at your skin. You can feel an orgasm coming, moaning as his hands keep your thighs relatively apart for him, only to have any concentration broken with an alarm. “Shit,”
“Is that your work alarm, honey?” Your words are almost slurred, still sleepy. He removes himself from between your legs and shuts it off, nodding in response. “Well, it can’t be helped,”
“I’ll finish when I get back home, okay?” He presses a kiss to your lips when you smile and nod, hands slowly falling from him as he removes himself from the bed. Now only do you have to now clean yourself up, but you can’t even have an orgasm.
Well, you could, and you do, once he’s gone.
The rest of the day is spent with you squeezing your legs together when your mind wanders, imagining what Aran will do to you when he gets home. You also know he had to leave, needing to hit the gym and practice with the upcoming Nationals tryouts, so you’re not too bothered by him leaving you. Only really disappointed in the fact you missed out on a mind-blowing orgasm so early in the morning. Sure, your fingers and some toys can do the trick, but nothing works quite as well as your husband.
Soon enough, the clock is reading 7:00 and you’re washing dishes when you hear the door open, shutting before Aran calls out for you. “Kitchen!” You call back, hurrying up with washing them. You’re eager to continue with what was interrupted, so you’re completely prepared when he comes up behind you, hand creeping lower until it’s under your skirt. “Welcome home,”
“A welcome indeed. No panties?” He continues to explore your bare pussy, sliding two fingers between your folds and into your cunt, already dripping. “Someone was expecting me,”
“How could I not?” Drying your hands, you then wrap them around his neck as he leans down, lips just barely brushing against yours. “Especially when all I could think about was how we were rudely interrupted,”
“No alarm can disturb us this time,” he smiles, letting you pull him down into a kiss. It’s the beginning of the night, him effortlessly picking you up to take you into the bedroom. As much as you’d love him to just take you in the kitchen, it’s much more comfortable on your bed than over the counter. Only kisses are exchanged before he’s moving down lower, pushing up your shirt and placing his lips against any skin he can find. Despite your lack of panties, he still discards your skirt to keep your sex completely bare to him, as well as ridding any obstacle that blocks his eyes meeting yours.
Much like the morning, he’s looking up from between your legs while you hold onto the hem of your shirt, keeping the material over your breasts while you do. Pressing his lips once more to the skin on your thighs, he then brings his lips to your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud as he sucks on it. You’re already squeezing your legs closer together, his grip on your thighs loose enough for you to do so, just tight enough to not crush his skull. Alternating between closing his eyes and looking at you, you can’t take the eye contact anymore and completely break, letting your head delve into the pillows while your back arches. The feeling from earlier comes back, sooner than usual, and you’re moaning out a warning. He doesn’t stop his onslaught, continuing the swirl his tongue around your clit and wrapping his lips around it as he kisses it, giving it enough stimulation for your legs to tighten even more, a loud mewl as your orgasm washes over you.
Yet, he keeps going. You’re still sensitive from earlier, plus the extra orgasm, so you’re practically twitching when his lips move down your pussy, down to your clenching cunt. When you feel his tongue lick over it, you whine. “It’s gonna be too much!” But he doesn’t stop, only looking towards you. Not wanting him to stop, you let him continue to kiss and lick at your cunt, tongue diving inside of you. Loud slurping noises come from where he drinks up any juices overflowing, completely at bliss between your legs as he laps at your cunt, briefly bringing his lips away only to dive back in.
A harsh suck on your clit once more has you mewling, grip tightening on your shirt while your thighs squeeze, a shiver all over your body as your cum coats his face. He doesn’t move away immediately, making you think he’s not done with his mouth yet, but after a few swipes of his tongue he moves away. Using his thumb to swipe away your drippings from his face, he then licks it off as you watch with tears beading in your eyes. You know you’re much too sensitive to properly hold on to sanity right now.
When he moves up your body, finally ridding you of your shirt, he runs his hands over your sides, light touches that has goosebumps rising in their place. He briefly grips your thighs, but then releases them as he moves his hands to his own body. You’re unclothed, but he’s completely dressed. Swiftly taking off his shirt, he continues to bring his hands slowly down his torso as you follow them, watching intently as he hooks his thumbs into his joggers. Slowly tugging them down, he exposes more of his v-line until they’re down far enough for his cock to pop out. He keeps them down low enough for his cock and balls to hang out, high enough to not distract him from you.
With his cock already beading precum you expect him to slide it inside you without any problem. When instead he brings it down against your folds, you whine as your legs kick out, squirming at the briefest touch sends your nerves into overdrive. You end up bringing your nails up to dig into his bicep, positioned beside your head, while your other hand grips the bedsheet. Sliding his cock between your wetness, you moan each time the underside of him rubs against your clit, stimulating you further. “Aran.. don’t tease..!”
“As an apology, I told myself I’d make you cum twice as much as I usually do,” he suddenly said, continuing to rub his cock between your folds. More squelching noises came from it, you absolutely dripping with each rub he gave. “You just gotta cum,”
Another moan and both your hands in your pillows, gripping as your back stretches and arches, legs flexing and stretching as your eyes roll back. A few more bucks of his hips and with grit teeth and drool down your face, you’re finally releasing on him. Panting, you finally expect him to slide in. Once more, he doesn’t instead pulling away from your completely. Looking down, you see him rubbing your clit as small squirts come from you. He just looks up at you, though, chuckling when your fingers cover your face.
You hear him spit, feel the saliva dripping over your coated pussy, then jolt when a firm slap lands on it. He chuckles again, making you look down as you keep squirting with each pat he gives you, your body jolting and twitching with each one. You’d ask him to stop teasing, but all you can do is mewling and gasp, arms stretching out as your cunt clenches with particularly hard smack, more gushing out of you. Another glob of spit and some rubbing, then he finally brings his cock back to your folds.
“You ready?” He asks, smiling when all you do is wrap your arms around his neck, numbly nodding. You’re still twitching, a sigh when he easily glides into you. Sopping wet, you manage to drench his base and balls in your juices when he finally bottoms out. Continuing to gush as he ruts up against you, he doesn’t keep you waiting for long. Slamming his hips to yours, you’re digging your nails into his arms as your eyes go cross, mouth held open in a scream of ecstasy while he drills into you. Through a blurry vision, you manage to make out him smiling down at you, satisfied with how dumb you’ve become under his touch.
Barely able to even form words, you can only squirm, wriggle, and sweetly mewl with every stroke of him against your sensitive walls, balls slapping against your ass. It’s not long until you’re creaming around his cock, toes curling as they wrap around him. He doesn’t bother stopping, letting you gush and cream as you ride out your orgasm. With a string of white around his cock, he fucks into you even harder and faster, bringing his chest against yours as he presses his lips to yours, pressing his tongue against yours. Moving your arms to wrap around his neck, you keep him close as you have another orgasm, moaning into his mouth which in turn has him filling you up with his own orgasm.
A brief stutter of his hips, you’re panting and sighing, thinking it’s over, until his hips buck up again. All you can do is whine, digging your nails into his back as he starts brutally slamming his hips back into you. “Not quite done,” he grunts, keeping his face close to yours as he presses his lips to your skin. Keeping his own voice low so he can hear yours, you don’t disappoint with each strangled cry and mewl slipping past your lips. Drool drips from your mouth, tears slipping down your face as you feel another orgasm, a numbness in your body as it washes over you.
Time seems to fade in and out, body aching as you continue to blink away blurry vision. Focusing on how your body twitches and spasms with each drag of his cock over your walls, you’re gushing once more as he buries himself all the way inside, dumping another load deep inside. A silent scream is all you can muster, mind turned to mush and voice stolen as you feel him gently pumping his cock, making sure your cunt takes everything he gives. Exhaustion quickly washes over you, your body immediately going limp once he removes himself from you. Last thing you see is him plopping down beside you, feeling his arms wrap around you.