[FIC] Stupid O'clock
Pairing: Ty self-insert
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,200
Warnings: no warnings
Notes: obviously not real. obviously no plot either.
(read on AO3)
There's a noise. You are sure it's something you should recognise but your consciousness has not caught up with you yet. With surprising agility for this time of day you open one eye to peer at the alarm clock. Half past five.
Birdsong, that's what the noise is. How rude. You shut your eyes again, knowing that despite the ridiculous hour there is bound to be movement in the house soon and there really is no reason not to catch a few more minutes of Saturday morning slumber. You sigh contentedly and adjust a bit against the warm body pressed up against your back. A sleepy, almost questioning noise is the response you get.
"It's stupid o'clock. G'back t'sleep.", you manage, and lean your head back against his chest. You're almost drifting off when you feel his fingers move on your hip. The touch tugs at your consciousness, even though it's a seemingly innocent touch, and you roll your hips slowly in what is almost an unconscious response. Ty's fingers go still and tighten on your hip, and you're not sure if he's trying to keep you still or encourage you.
"Not sleepy", he whispers, and his breath tingles the back of your neck. "Been waiting for you to wake up." So it was encouragement, after all. You hold still for a moment, making sure there really are no sounds in the house before you roll your hips again but with determination this time. Ty's hips roll up to meet yours and it's clear he doesn't need much encouragement.
You cant your hips and lift your leg ever so slightly, clearly a wordless invitation you know without a doubt he'll accept. The arm he has tucked under your head moves and he clasps you across the chest, pulling you in and holding you to him as he slides into your already wet cunt without further preamble. It's slow, and he's big, but the feeling of being filled up by him is something you could never tire of. His breathing is already coming out ragged and he doesn't move for a moment.
"Christ you feel good," his words come out as barely more than a breath against the nape of your neck. If he says anything else you can't hear it as he begins to move. Slowly, slowly out and in again, holding you so tight you can barely move beyond pushing your hips back to meet him. He feels incredible against you; his body big and strong and his hands gentle but firm on you.
He plants a string of wet erratic kisses down your neck and moves his hand from your hip to your stomach. A whimper leaves your lips as you know what's coming and he hushes you softly, both a sound and a hot breath on the shell of your ear.
"You gon' be able to keep quiet?" he teases as his fingers move lower, lower with every thrust of his hips. You nod and bite your lip to stop yourself moaning again when his fingers slide down and circle your clit, just as you like it. You reach behind you to grab a hold of his hips, to steady him maybe, but you feel the steady clench of his muscles there and you have to turn your head to bite the pillow. You have to touch him, you need to turn around and touch him. Kiss him. But his hold around your shoulders is firm, keeping you in place.
You can tell he's trying to keep the rhythm slow. Little quiet "ah ah ah" sounds are coming from somewhere deep in his chest and you know that feeling you falling apart under his touch is breaking him apart just as much. Every touch, every movement is thrown into sharp relief against the silence. Both of you are struggling to keep quiet, and he's holding you so hard now that his fingertips are whitening against your shoulder. You are close already, his fingers moving at a steady pace. You try to urge him on to make him go quicker but he is savouring your impatience; enjoying pulling you apart like this.
Bursts of pleasure course through you, surging along your spine and bursting in white hot flames across your shoulders and fanning out through your whole body as his fingers and slow paced strokes bring you over the edge. Your whole body tenses, your cunt clenches around him and his hips stutter in response.
"Shitshitshit," he pants against your shoulder, digging his teeth in to stop himself from coming. Your body finally goes limp in his arms, warmth spreading out into every part of your body. You reach down to interlace your fingers with his while he tries to gather up his sanity with his teeth dug into your shoulder. When you pull his hand up to your mouth and run your tongue along his thick fingers to taste yourself on him, however, whatever resolve he was trying to gather seems to fall away. "Oh God," he groans as your tongue swirls languidly around his fingertips, "fucking tease."
His hips pick up the pace now, his hand back on your hips, holding you still as he begins to pound into you. "Is this what you want?" he growls into your ear. His fingers are leaving marks on your hip and on your shoulder, you're sure, but he feels so good you don't care. You twist your head awkwardly, trying to catch his lips on yours. He grits his teeth and lock eyes with you, a long string of words unsaid in his gaze.
He pulls out nearly all the way and holds still for just a moment, the head of his cock just inside you. He starts pushing back in, slowly, slowly until he's buried all the way again and his eyes flutter shut, despite himself. There's a low rumble in his chest and then he crumbles. His mouth falls open and he starts to fuck you like he means it; like he wanted to all along. You lose any sense of where you are, the feel of him pushing into you, his hands on you and his teeth on your neck is everything. You might have minded but it's keeping him quiet. His fingers find your mouth and you suck them in greedily. Only vaguely do you realise he's keeping you quiet like this. Really, though, you don't mind.
A second orgasm hits you like a truck, almost out of nowhere. The muscles in your cunt flutter around him and his voice from somewhere far off growls "Jesusfuck," as he finally loses it, coming right along with you and for a second, for an eternity, there is no breath left in either of you.
Finally he slows to a stop and takes a breath like he's been under water. He kisses the bitemarks he's left on your skin and hugs you close, almost soothing. You are both warm and slightly sweaty and it feels amazing to just lie here with him, even if it is stupid o'clock still. You feel him smile against your skin as he pulls out. His hand roams across your chest and he pinches your nipple ever so slightly, which sends another wave of lust through you.
"Fucker," is your reply, and he chuckles.
"Mornin' babe."