Oikawa shifted in his sleep, his arm tightening around the warm body pressed against his chest as he nuzzled closer. Soft hair caressed the side of his face and he breathed in the subtle, sweet notes of a familiar brand of shampoo. Alisa always used the same kind and he loved how it made her hair into silk and smelled of fresh morning flowers.
Thankfully it wasn’t actually morning yet, judging by the way the window was still dark, and Oikawa made an honest attempt at going back to sleep as he settled against his lover once more. Unfortunately, that attempt was promptly thwarted when the growing problem between his legs became apparent, hard and insistent where he nestled between two round, plush ass cheeks. It wasn’t his fault that Alisa’s rear fit against him so perfectly, he told himself. Then again, he told himself that every time he found himself turned on by every little thing Alisa did from an innocent, barely-there brush of her fingers along his arm to the coy glances she would throw over her shoulder at him when they walked down the grocery store aisles together.
He gave a small, gentle roll of his hips, humming softly to himself at the trace amounts of friction it brought. His pajama pants were a little rough to rub against, but he could do with it while he lazily grinded into the woman fast asleep in front of him. He used to feel guilty for this sort of thing when they first began sharing a bed, before they’d even moved in together, when he would find himself in a compromising position while she was just trying to sleep. He found himself apologizing the next morning even if he hadn’t done anything besides quietly crawl out of bed to relieve himself in the bathroom instead. That was when she told him, under no uncertain terms, that if he wanted to use her to get himself off in the middle of the night, then he had her permission.
He had nearly choked on his breakfast at that and she had given that cute little giggle of hers while her normally so composed and silver-tongued boyfriend fumbled all over himself in the wake of her forward bluntness. Needless to say, he was far less ashamed of it now, especially after many a night when Alisa had woken up during his little bouts of self-pleasure and only encouraged him further. He didn’t fear waking her up, but still he always tried to keep her asleep if only so that she could get all the rest she needed by the morning.
Oikawa’s hand slid back to her waist, slowly pushing up under the tank-top she wore to feel the smooth skin underneath. She only wore this and a pair of underwear to cover the bare minimum of her modesty to bed, which made it easy for his fingers to trail down her stomach and slip underneath the brim of her panties, skating down the soft, shaved curve of her pelvis until he found her core.
She shifted slightly against him, a quiet noise in the back of her throat as she twisted her body just enough that her legs fell open slightly, one knee hooked over his own where their legs had gotten tangled together in their sleep. Oikawa pressed a featherlight kiss to her shoulder, half-lidded eyes watching her face through the shadows in the room to make sure she was still asleep. It had become something of a little game for him by now to keep from waking her up, to see how far he could go before she stirred from unconsciousness and awoke to a throbbing need and wet thighs.
He dragged a finger through her folds, lingering to circle the tip of his finger around her clit. She gave a nearly inaudible hum in her sleep, but otherwise didn’t move. Growing bolder by the second, Oikawa dipped his finger into her, not surprised to find a pool of wet warmth just inside her that sucked his finger inside without issue. He worked the digit in and out of her, slowly, until it was slick enough to push it in to the last knuckle. He did the same with a second finger, all the while steadily grinding into her from behind while his thumb played with her clit. At some point throughout, she unconsciously spread her legs open even further, as if chasing the trickles of pleasure that undoubtedly began to bleed into her dreams.
Pressing another soft kiss to her exposed shoulder, Oikawa carefully withdrew his fingers, biting back a chuckle at the half-whine Alisa gave at the loss. He pushed down his pajama pants to free his straining erection from its confines, sucking in a quiet breath between his teeth as the cool night air hit his fevered skin. With the way she was all but sprawled over him, it was easy to position the tip of his cock against her clothed heat, rubbing the head along the dampening fabric that dipped in ever so slightly. His pre-cum joined in staining the material of her panties and he gave an experimental push of his hips, feeling the fabric give just enough to encase his leaking tip in a hot, moist embrace at the entrance of her walls.
Oikawa sighed into her neck, repeating the motion a few more times before he grew impatient. Tugging the panties aside and exposing her cunt to him, he canted his hips forward to grind along her wet folds without the guidance of his hand that held the fabric out of his way. His slit rubbed into her clit every so often, causing his hips to stutter while she twitched against him. One shallow thrust had his head catching inside her, causing him to hiss and bite down on his lip as he slipped in a little farther than he meant to.
Once there, though, he was reluctant to pull away, and instead he continued his slow half-thrusts that buried him deeper and deeper inside her warm, relaxed pussy with every pass. He wasn’t worried about a condom; they had stopped using those months ago for a reason, so he simply enjoyed the wet heat that surrounded him, her walls fluttering weakly around him every time he pushed farther inside.
Carefully, he moved the hand that was buried under the pillows to wrap around her chest from beneath instead, pushing down one strap of her tank top until her breast popped over the low-cut collar. He lightly tweaked at her nipple as he fondled the supple mound of flesh, relishing the steady stream of small noises that had begun to tumble past her lips. There was something extremely satisfying about knowing that he was pleasuring her even in her sleep, when she wasn’t even aware of what he was doing to her, simply accepting the pleasure for what it was and letting him have his way with her.
It was enough to have heat coiling low in his gut as he continued to rut into her, their hips meeting with each pass now as he felt his tip kiss her cervix each time he pushed inside. Her slick walls began to squeeze around him, Alisa’s head lolling back on the pillow while her fingers twitched helplessly at her sides. Oikawa continued to massage her chest, pinching the pert nipple between his fingers as he breathed raggedly into her hair. The hand holding her panties open for him spared his thumb so that he could rub at her clit again, knowing she was about to reach her tipping point all while fast asleep with his cock buried deep inside her.
A clear moan spilled from her lips then and her walls pulsed around him, legs twitching as orgasm flooded through her all at once. Oikawa couldn’t hold back a groan of his own at the sensation, his hips losing their previous slow, gentle rhythm in favour of pumping fervently into the tightening heat that swallowed him up. He had closed his eyes by then, so he didn’t get to see the way Alisa’s fluttered open finally, only for her lips to part for another delighted, if a bit surprised noise to slip past as he drove his throbbing cock into her cunt over and over again.
It was only a few more moments before he reached his end, thrusting in one more time as deeply as he could before his cock twitched. Hot, thick spurts of cum filled her, the tip pressed right up against her womb as he painted her walls with white. Alisa sighed out another moan at the sensation, her hand coming up to thread her fingers into Oikawa’s hair. He was startled for a moment to find that she was awake, but quickly settled as he moved his hand from her breast to her chin so he could tilt her head to the side and kiss her deeply. He ground into her again while his cock pulsed the remnants of his orgasm into her, feeling his heavy seed fill every crevice it could reach.
Once his orgasm had passed and his cock stopped twitching, Oikawa carefully withdrew his hips and pulled out of her, only to tug her panties back into place and give the sopping mess of her core a light slap for good measure. She squeaked into his mouth, but he only chuckled before breaking from her lips.
“Have to get you pregnant somehow,” he murmured, his voice still deep and groggy from sleep despite his impromptu little exercise. He may not have been able to see her blush, but he could certainly feel the way heat flooded into her cheeks as she playfully slapped at his bare chest.
“Animal. You better clean me out in the morning anyway,” she drawled just as a yawn overcame her. Oikawa plucked a couple tissues from the box on the nightstand to clean himself off before tossing them aside and turning back around to go back to cuddling his girlfriend the way he had been before he woke up the both of them. He nuzzled back into her hair with a contented hum, one arm tucked securely around her middle while the other slid back underneath the pillows to support her head.
“I’ll take excellent care of you tomorrow, don’t you worry,” he assured. “I’m a gentleman, aren’t I?”
“Sometimes I wonder…”
“Hurtful.”