Warnings: objectification, masochism, mild degrading, porn w no plot
He shifted restlessly in the sheets as he woke from his sleep. When he blinked and saw pitch black whether his eyes were open or closed, it was made clear to him that he had woken at a late hour. Once his clear thought process had been regained, he felt the throbbing in his groin and he realized why he had woken up. The more he laid awake the better his vision became.
With a heavy breath, he glanced at the woman beside him in bed. His lips quirked up into a smile at the sight, finding it cute how she rested on her stomach, no concern for the covers slipping off her body. He adjusted them without a second thought. If Y/N knew how many times a week her boyfriend randomly awoke and checked on her she'd be appalled, so Awsten always kept it to himself.
He squeezed his cock through his boxers after a while of resisting. The instincts of a hormonal boy had broke through the self control a man such as him built up. Y/N seemed to be in a deep enough sleep she would never notice his actions, so he rubbed over his bulge until it was completely erect.
Awsten couldn't remember the last time he had used his hand to get off, a thought he was rather grateful to think. When he had fallen for the girl beside him, her sex drive had never been known to him. It wasn't until their sex life started that he realized he'd always have somewhere to release his needs. He blushed at the fact that Y/N would offer up a visual aid if she knew what he was up to then and there.
She always muttered comments to Awsten about wanting him to be more perverted towards her- and her only of course. She'd mention bedroom activities that would made him have a mini heart attack, even if he knew she only brought them up for shock value.
When his hand finally wrapped around his cock, he felt his tense muscles relax. He glanced over at Y/N for a moment, his paranoia getting the best of him, and pulled his dick out of his boxers completely. His hand moved over the shaft in a few swipes while his eyes never leaving her sleeping figure. It was sort of gross for him to eye her as he jerked off, but he was starting ache in want. He was aware that she had next to nothing on under those sheets, but would never move to reveal her skin. He had limits he would never cross, and that happened to be one.
Awsten's mind ran wild with different images, all of them involving Y/N. Some of which were memories, and some were mild fantasies. He thought about her mouth around his cock, he thought about the sound of her sobbing as he made her get her off too many times, he even thought of the way he'd slap his dick against her cheek when he was about fuck her face.
He flicked his wrist lazily, bored with the feeling of his hand in little to no time. He just wanted to get off and hopefully straight back to bed. His thumb rubbed the swollen tip absently, a small hiss leaving his parted lips at the sensitivity.
Y/N shifted slightly, turning her head for a moment to catch Awsten with his head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. Her cheeks flushed red at the sight before her, yet she couldn't help but feel like she was missing out. She knew calling him out would embarrass him, though, so she closed her eyes and started to shift more obviously.
Awsten paused when he felt her movement, adjusting himself so he didn't seem caught in the act. He smiled softly when their eyes locked, shifting so he was laid down beside her. Y/N snuggled into him when he wrapped his arms around her, both of them acting as if he hadn't just been touching himself.
"Why're you up?" He pressed a kiss below her ear, savoring the way she jolted slightly. No matter how long they had been together, Awsten's touch would drive her crazy.
