Smutcember

December 11th- Karasuma x Irina

Karasuma x Irina

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Christmas, a federal holiday in which people of all ages, sizes, and ethnicities (depending on the country) had the day off from either work or school. Assassins however, didn't usually get days off. So imagine the shock Karasuma felt when he learned that both him and his wife got the holiday off as part of a new program The higher ups came up with. "What am I supposed to do during that time?" He had asked, not used to prolonged breaks that lasted more than a few days.

"So you're telling me that we both get the week off for Christmas?" Irina asked, quirking her eyebrows and giving an uncertain tilt of her head, swiveling the wine glass held in her hand, the deep red liquid a vortex in the glass. "That's what the higher ups said. Trust me, I have many doubts myself." Karasuma sighed, walking over to the large window that adorned the wall of the living room in their apartment, the night sky of the city fogged with the constant light sources scattered about in the form of streetlights and skylines.

"What do you suppose we do during that time?" He murmured, letting out a tired sigh. "I don't know, why are you asking me?" She responded, taking a sip of wine. "Alright then, I'm turning in. Goodnight honey." Karasuma said, giving Irina a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight." She called after him, yawning and deciding to go to bed as well. She followed him to their room, not bothering to change out of her home cloths and collapsing on top of the bed just as she was.

Karasuma laid down next to her, turning off the lamp that resided on a nightstand by their bed. The air that night was still, the only noise being that of the bedroom's ceiling fan, desperately needing an oil. The two slept for a while, the bustle of the city below not bothering their slumber. At one point during the night Karasuma woke up, yet didn't try to go back to sleep. To his surprise, Irina was awake as well, looking up at the ceiling fan with eyes wide open.

      "Can't sleep?" He asked, sitting up in their bed and checking his watch. 2:37 AM. He read, rubbing his temple with a sigh. "Nope." She responded, rolling onto her side and tracing the bed with her index finger. "Truth is, this whole break thing is really messing with me." She breathed, looking up at her husband. "Really? Why's that?" He questioned, giving her his full attention.

        "I mean, what if this is their way of laying us off slowly, next thing you know they might just tell us that we don't have a job." She confessed, feeling annoyed about the sudden break. "I highly doubt that, Irina." Karasuma chuckled, checking if there were any new texts from work. The two sat in silence, the fan even stopping as if it was waiting for something to happen. "I have an idea on what to do during that time." She said, awaiting his response.

    "Oh really? What might that be." He was silenced by Irina kissing him, and sat shocked for a few seconds before melting into the kiss, pushing her on to the bed and breaking away for air, biting her neck softly instead. He kept sucking and nipping her neck, making sure not to draw blood from his wife. "Good idea." He smirked, giving her another kiss and he slid off her underwear, pinching around her soft spot.

        Karasuma waited for her nod of approval, and once he got it he slithered his fingers inside of her, making a scissor-like motion with his index and middle finger inside of her womanhood as he was pumping his hand in and out of her. He soon ceased the finger motion, relying on the stabbing movement of his hand that he had now added a third finger to. Irina squirmed on the bed, grabbing the bedsheets so hard that her knuckles turned white.

"Are you ok? I can stop if you want." Karasuma asked, relaxing his hand. "I'm doing better than ever." She grunted, disappointed that he had stopped. "Alright then, if you say so." He smiled softly, giving her another soft peck on the lips before entering her once more this time with his member, Irina's eyes growing wide in shock.

He thrusted slowly into her at first, waiting until she was situated with him inside of her. As soon as he noticed that she looked like she was craving more, his thrusts became more animalistic, the bed creaking with the weight and motion of their combined movements.

    "Ngh~" Irina moaned as Karasuma continued his thrusts, her eyes rolling slightly back. After a while of those movements, Karasuma got tired, and became sloppy and slow. He made sure to pull out at the last second, his seed spewing on the bed covers that were luckily already white. "I'll clean those tomorrow." He murmured, both of them finally falling asleep for the night.

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(An: Sorry for the late update! I went through quite a bit of burnout but just know that if I don't finish this by the end of December I will have them all by the end of January. Thanks for reading!)