Sorry but I write smut, and it was hard not to write smut with this prompt. So accept my fluffy smut.
You may not want to read this chapter if you do not like explicit sexual content. Don't worry. This is not tied to any other chapter, so you won't miss any important plot points. If you enjoy reading smut, go ahead and read.
Our bed always carried Haruka's scent. It seeped into its fabric as the years passed, making it my favorite place to be after a long day.
I love Haruka, but having the bed for myself was a pleasure.
After coming home from the studio, I would call out for her. Sometimes she would be home, making dinner, maybe relaxing, or working on her car for some upcoming races; sometimes, she would stay at the race tracks working on her cars with a mechanic. She loved getting her hands dirty, and I was proud of that… but coming home to an empty house with the bed for myself was just something else.
When she wasn't home, I would start to undress as soon as I walked through our bedroom door. Once I was done with that, I would lay face down on her side of the bed, holding her pillow and inhaling her delicious scent. It calmed me. Sometimes I would fall asleep only to be woken up by a blanket over my naked body…
Or a gorgeous blonde.
Today, she was the one that woke me up. I felt the mattress dip with her body weight; her hands were still wet from washing them as soon as she got home, and she touched my lower back. Goosebumps spread all through the skin on my back. I couldn't help but mewl at the oft caress. I was home, Haruka was home, and everything was alright in the world. I opened one eye just in time to see her clothing be tossed at some random place in the bedroom.
Haruka, my Haruka was absolutely breathtaking. Her body was tall and muscular yet carried those feminine curves I loved to touch. Her hair was short and blonde, always messy, as if the wind was the only thing that combed it. She had a smile that would always weaken my knees, a smile that always carried a promise of a good time. Her eyes were like emeralds, and her lips, her mouth…
I sighed into the pillow as a second hand joined in with the impromptu massage I was receiving. A pair of lips brushed over my back, and I shuddered at the sudden softness. "You are home."
I felt Haruka's mouth spread into a grin against my back. "I am back. Good evening."
Evening? Was it that late already? I pushed myself up and took a glance at our alarm clock. It was half-past seven. Shit. "I didn't make dinner." Usually, when I was the first home, I would make us a quick meal… Haruka was probably tired and hungry. I began to move from underneath her, but she held me steady by my waist. I turned my neck to look at her, and I could see that mischievous smile. I raised one blue eyebrow.
"It's fine, love."
"You must be hungry, though. Let me get you something to eat." Her grip got tighter, and I flinched. It didn't hurt, but it did make me stop moving altogether. "Haruka?"
"I have something to eat right here." She squeezed again and looked from my ass to my face. That devilish grin that made me stutter was there, and I didn't even know what to answer to the sudden dirty talk. And then, she laughed. She knew I was going to be speechless. I was still groggy from my nap, and arousal was seeping in me, pooling at the junction of my thighs. And then, she began. Her hands trailed over my back, massaging her own want into my skin, in my muscles. I felt myself relax underneath her large skilled hands. Slowly but firmly, she pushed my waist until I lay on my back, legs sprawled open in front of her. I was never self-conscious around her. Her eyes— the way she looked at me— always made me feel wanted, desired. I was never scared to show myself around her, and I was glad that she was never shy around me.
My eyes widened as I saw her naked form. Harka was built by whatever deity ruled over us. She was too perfect. Her slender body bulged in all the right places by slim feminine muscles. Her chest was smaller than mine, a handful, if I must say. They filled my hands perfectly. Her bottom was round and firm and soft to the touch. Yet, all I could see was the perfection of her torso, her shoulders, neck, her defined stomach. I could see her blonde mound, and then I saw thick black belts wrapping around her waist and thighs.
My eyes flew to her face. Her smile was wide, boyish, and mischievous. She dragged her teeth on her lower lip and leaned over me, hands-on thighs she spread me. "Can I?" She asked, her breath hot and heavy over my arousal.
I know what she was asking. Sometimes, I wasn't in the mood to use toys; sometimes, I just wanted Haruka to be as natural as she was. I wanted her mouth, her fingers, her body, but there were nights in which I needed more, and Haruka was always willing to give me exactly what I wanted. I rolled my eyes back as I got comfortable against her pillow. Her scent enveloped me as well as her touch. I was already at the gates of heaven, and I was about to enter. "Please," I sighed, my hands finding hers, stroking the rough skin at her knuckles before touching myself. I rubbed my thighs, my stomach.
Haruka's hands dragged from my thighs up to my chest, cupping them in her large hands while she dipped her face lower. She kissed my stomach worshipfully. I heard her faint moan. I loved it when she treated me like a goddess. Her hands squeezed my breast, and a soft cry escaped my lips that fueled her need. Her mouth stroked lower, whispered sweet nothings against my skin. My hand moved lower as I spread myself for her.
Her eyes sparkled with that dark lust. She huffed, looked up at my hazed eye, a final question. "Yes?"
This time, I repeated the word please like a holy mantra. I wanted her mouth on me; I wanted to come on it; I wanted her to fill me afterward, To be consumed by her. I wanted to feel and breathe only her.
Haruka gave me a long broad lick, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. The sensation always took me by surprise, always left me breathless. Her hands left my breasts to my disappointment but quickly found themselves on my thighs, holding me open as she stroked my opening, spreading the dampness over my folds, over my clit.
"Fuck!" I shivered and moved my hand to cover my mouth.
Haruka pulled back, and I felt her breath on my wet skin as she laughed. "I am. Do you want more?"
I let out a frustrated groan, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pushed her back down. SHe better take my actions as a yes because I swear to God, I will lose my mind if she doesn't continue. Also, I don't trust myself with forming coherent words, not when she was literally fucking me with her tongue. Closing my eyes tightly, I surrender myself to Haruka's strokes, to the quick flicks of her tongue, to her sucking of my most sensitive parts. My first orgasms hit me hard and fast, my hips bucking against her mouth, her hands anchoring me, keeping me steady as she tried not to let a single drop go to waste. I watched her with hooded eyes, a hand on her head, holding loosely, my muscles goo as she helped me ride the waves of my orgasms smoothly. God, I needed her tonight. I needed her inside of me, moving her hips against mine.
As the pleasure ebbed, my hold on her hair fell, and I saw her move over me, her large body covering my smaller one. And then, she kissed me, her tongue darted into my parted lips, rubbing so harshly against mine. Her hands clamped over my neck, holding me with enough force to remind me that she wasn't done with me. I could taste myself on her tongue, sweet and salty. Her moan quacked into my chest, and I cried my own pleasure back into her.
I opened my eyes and found her own dark stare on me. Her eyes were ablaze with lust, but underneath all that fire, I saw love and the need to show how much she cared through actions.
"More?" She asked me against my lips, the tip of the strap-on rubbing against the drenched entrance, spreading more of that new dampness to ease in. Yet, she didn't move. She kept her waist unmoving as her free hand grabbed my left asscheek and gave it a tight squeeze. "Do you still want more?"
Again with the asking. I love that she always checks up on me, but sometimes, some nights, such as this one, I wanted her, no questions asked. "Stop asking so many stupid questions. Of course I want—"
She didn't let me finish. With one swift movement, she was inside of me, and all I could do was clasp my arms around her, holding her by her shoulders for dear life as she stated with an unforgiving rhythm. Her hand was still at my throat, her eyes locked with mine. I didn't want to look away. I wanted to see her determination, her concentration, as she pushed me over the edge again.
As she continued moving, my mouth parted in a silent scream. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other filled the entire room. The air grew damp and heavy, and I could only swallow mouthfuls of air.
"I can't—" She released my face, her mouth coming over mine as she devoured my attempts to talk. She kissed me so urgently, so possessively. She didn't have to be this rough; she didn't have to act as if I'd forgotten who I belonged to, and yet I relished in her possessiveness. I loved giving out all control to her. I pulled away, and she growled her dissatisfaction before I managed to say, "I can't breathe."
The grin that spread on her face sent a cold shiver down my spine. She released my bottom and grabbed my face, steadying it before replying, "then don't." And her mouth was on me again. Her tongue darted in and out, imitating her unforgiving thrusts. Her entire weight was on me, and before I could gather myself, I could feel my walls clamping around that thick toy. It didn't take much— a couple of thrusts from her hips, and she drove me over the edge again.
As I opened my eyes, I saw her pushing some of her crushing weight off me, Her hips still moving as she eased me back to earth, back to our bed, back to her pillow. Her scent engulfed me; tiredness spilled in me as I felt my heart slow down from its frantic beating.
"Are you okay?" She asked, worried as she ran her fingers through my hair and inspected my body as she remained inside of me. I was smaller than her, but I was everything but weak. I loved my hand to draw small circles on her back, pulling her back to press our chests together. Concern soaked her features, and I couldn't help but give her a warm, loving smile.
She sighed with relief and kissed my forehead, then my temple, my wet cheeks, and finally, my lips. She was so soft and caring that I felt my heart skip a beat with such tenderness.
"I am feeling just perfect." I said, my grin spread through my features. Finally, Haruka slipped out of me, untangled the straps, and threw the toy away before she gathered me in her strong arms and snuggled behind me in the bed we shared— our bed.