Drown (Doomed sequel) - Oli Sykes fanfiction

3. Got a hole in my soul

CW: Smut early in the chapter including consensual somnophilia, masturbation, teasing, oral sex (m receiving), morning sex. Other things later on include pregnancy talk, braxton hicks contractions and a bit of drama/angst.

They'd gone to bed pretty soon after their midnight antics and fallen asleep pretty fast. Mia was awake first, their naked bodies tangled into one another and Mia grinned as she tapped Oli's phone to check the time. Oli had insisted on taking a photo of Mia's new tattoo and set it as her contact photo and his phone background. I want to be able to show everyone what my wife got me for Christmas, he'd said. Mia just laughed and made sure he cropped her boob suitably, she didn't want him to be showing that much of her off!

Mia untangled herself from Oli gently so as not to wake him and went into the bathroom to use the toilet. As she cleaned up and washed her hands, she glanced over to his peaceful, sleeping form on the bed, the duvet slung half across his chest and one of his legs outside of the covers, tangled into them. His soft lips were slightly parted, moving ever so slightly with his soundless snores, his bright white teeth almost glowing in the dim, early morning light. She could just watch him like this forever.

But that wouldn't be any fun, she thought wickedly to herself.

Mia crept back onto the bed as carefully as she could, tucking herself back into Oli as if she were going back to sleep, instead slipping her hand down under the duvet and tracing the outlines of his torso lightly with her fingertips, down to his sharp hipbones. She watched his face carefully as his breath hitched lightly under her touch, but he didn't stir.

This was always one of Oli's favourite ways to wake up, and when better than Christmas morning? Especially when neither of them was actually expecting him to be here originally.

Mia shuffled herself under the duvet a bit further, tracing small circles on Oli's hips and back up to follow the crevice down to the bottom of the V shape at the base of his abdomen. She drifted her hand blindly down and was pleasantly surprised to find Oli already at half-mast. Mia smiled to herself, running a finger slowly from the base to the tip, feeling his cock twitch involuntarily at her touch. She glanced back up at him. His breathing had quickened again and she could see his eyes moving beneath his lids, but he still seemed to be asleep.

Two can play at this game, Mr Sykes, Mia thought to herself. She knew he was trying to hold back, but she had her own tricks up her sleeve.

She continued to tease him slowly, ducking herself under the duvet completely and sitting in line with his hips, her legs tucked under her. She could barely see but she didn't need to. Oli was now almost completely hard and Mia wrapped her hand around him, moving painfully slow. His left leg jerked and she heard the softest of gasps escape his throat as she ran her thumb across the tip.

Mia smirked and stifled a giggle but continued her slow pace, moving her hand in a corkscrew motion occasionally. The twitches from Oli became more frequent and difficult for him to hide and finally he let out a raspy moan, reaching his hands down to grasp Mia's but she batted him away.

"Nuh-uh," she murmured. "This is all mine."

Oli whined as she pushed the duvet back towards his feet and she moved to straddle his knees so she could look at his face while still pumping his cock as slowly as before. He had his hands over his face, trying hard to control his breathing. Mia was torturing him and she knew it. He knew it. And they both loved it.

"Fuck," he rasped, the gravelly tone of his early morning voice sending the coils in Mia's belly crazy. "You're driving me fucking insane!"

Mia bit her lip and hummed out an acknowledgement, stilling her hand at the base of his cock and lowering her head to lick a stripe along the underside of it. Oli's hips bucked involuntarily and his arms flung out, balling up the bedsheets in his fists. He was completely weak to her and he lifted his head to watch her as she swirled her tongue around the tip, lapping at the precum and pressing her thumb into the sweet spot just below it.