Book of V

Good Morning

Synopsis: 

morning sex w/ V.

Warnings: 

smut! Afab reader, oral sex, vaginal sex, discussion about food.

V has this habit of sneaking up behind you. It isn't uncommon for you to wake up to an empty bed, V already up and about. You rolled yourself out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. Coffee. Must. Drink. Coffee. You fiddle with the little french press before dumping coffee and water in it, watching the filter as you pressed it down.

"Goodmorning." His deep voice cooed. You let out a sharp gasp as large hands snaked around your stiff form. Your muscles tensed before relaxing into his embrace. His chin resting on your shoulder as his arms held you tightly to his body. He took in a deep breath and let his weight rest on yours on his exhale.

"You startled me." You muttered, swinging your head back to rest it on his tall shoulder.

"Mmm. My apologies." He hummed, his lips finding your neck and kissing gently. He made you melt, allowing your voice to fall from your lips in a satisfied moan. You took in a deep and fulfilling inhale, closing yours eyes to exhale and lose yourself in his touch.

"Have you eaten yet?" You asked.

"Not what I crave." His hold became tighter. You smiled as he began an attack of kisses on your neck. You let out a giggle at the ticklish feeling as he kept you close. His lips following you when you made attempts to pull away. Letting out little chuckles as he played.

"What's gotten into you this morning?" You asked, reaching an arm up to hold the back of his neck. He gently swayed you from side to side as he lifted his head to kiss the top of yours.

"I had a dream about you."

"Oh yeah? A spicy dream?" He let you go back to your task of making yourself coffee as he spoke.

"Perhaps." He purred before pinching your ass and stepping away with a mischievous grin.

"Ah! You fucker!" You reached out an arm to plant a solid smack on his, making him jump. You chased him back to your bedroom. His hands reaching for your wrist to pull you into the bed where he dropped himself. He held you close, his lips finding yours on instinct. His kisses are the best. He's gentle and sweet with his kisses. They're heavenly the way they make your body relax and your mind spark like fireworks.

Your legs found their way around his hips. His hands sliding up your sides, one swiftly making its way to your ass where he groped. Your hands planted firmly on his bare chest. Nothing but your underwear and his pajama pants between the two of you. The more you pressed yourself against him, the more his erection rubbed against you. You let out a soft moan, causing him to pull you closer, as close as humanly possible.

The hand on your side slid up to the back of your head to keep your lips against his. His hips helplessly bucking up against you. He let out deep moans into your mouth as he continued to hump and grind, desperate for the attention. You snaked your hand down his belly so you could press his cock firmly against his own body.

"Mh!" He jolted at your touch before falling apart completely. His grip on you relaxing, letting you toy with him as you pleased. You pulled away to look down at him, his brow pushed into a pleading expression. His lips red and pouty as they parted and he let out a strained sight. His eyes rolled back before closing again. You smiled, pulling yourself away so you could sit up and watch him. His chin tilted up towards you as you stroked his clothed cock. It pulsed behind the fabric, an involuntary plea for more.

"Please, my love, do not toy with me. I beg of you." He groaned, his hand gently tugging at your wrist. You pulled back, only to get up and slide yourself between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed.