JUNPEI RUBBED HIS TIRED EYES. He stayed up too late again, sitting in front of the computer long after you'd gone to bed. He stepped quietly into your shared bedroom, holding the door handle softly so that it didn't creak and wake you from your peaceful slumber.
The room was dim but not dark, soft light coming from a strand of fairy lights you liked to keep on when you went to bed by yourself. He could see your shadowed silhouette on the bed, facing away from the door on your side, hands curled up near your face. But as he traced the line of your body, his pupils dilating, he felt heat rising in his core and gathering under his collar.
The ghost of your touch lingered on the back of his neck, where you'd trailed your fingers before pressing a kiss there as he concentrated on the game he couldn't help but complete. He'd watched as you swung your hips on your way to the stairs, your nightie all silk and lace, short and swaying against your legs as you made your way up to the bedroom. He'd forced himself to take a deep breath and concentrate, knowing he had to beat all the levels first. Now that he was free, he couldn't deny how badly he wanted to feel you.
He undressed quietly in the dark, watching your body rise and fall with slow breaths. His heart fluttered as he slid under the covers and into the bed next to you. Even in the low light, your face looked so beautiful, so tranquil and soft, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke your cheek with the back of his long pointer finger.
Junpei sucked in a breath as he felt your skin against his hand, so incredibly soft and warm. Goosebumps pricked up along his spine as he let his other fingers fall against your face, his hand eventually coming to cup your cheek fully. In your sleep, you sighed and nuzzled against him. Junpei felt himself twitch in his boxers.
You always were a heavy sleeper. You looked absolutely perfect this way, an angel fallen to earth just for him. He didn't dare disturb you, but he had to have you. Now.
Holding his lip between his teeth, Junpei propped himself up on one elbow to hover above you. Gently, he moved his hand down your neck and across your chest to your shoulder. He barely pushed you, and you rolled over easily onto your back, taking a few quick breaths before you settled in again. One of your arms remained on the pillow next to your head, and Junpei swore you must be an angel.
Once your breathing slowed, he gulped and made his next move. Under the covers, Junpei wiggled closer to you, until his abs were just shy of pressed against your side. Anchored on his elbow, he let that hand fall near the top of your head, resting softly there to hold both you and himself in place. Junpei froze when he saw your eyelashes flutter just slightly, but breathed a sigh of relief when you didn't wake.
He wanted you so badly. He cursed himself for not being more available when you were awake, for not coming to bed along with you, for not taking you on the couch or the floor or the kitchen table or anywhere else you'd let him. But it wasn't until he saw your sweet face, glowing with radiance even in unconsciousness, that the desire finally overcame him. There was nothing he could do to stop himself.
His free hand dipped under the blankets that covered you, patting around until he found your thigh. His finger pads crawled under the lace hem of your nightgown, already bunched up high around your hips, and found the supple curve of your thigh. He wanted to squeeze the delicious swell of your legs, but he didn't dare, not now. Instead, he let his fingers slide further up, under your clothes until he found the elastic of your matching silk panties.
Your breathing was even; he was still in the clear. Then came the trickiest part: sliding under your panties without snapping them against your crotch. Agonizingly, Junpei toyed with the elastic around your leg before deciding to push your nightie up to your waist and sliding into your panties from the top instead. Carefully, he dipped his fingers under the taut band below your belly button, finger pads skimming against your most sensitive skin, until he reached the line between your velvet folds and shuddered.
You were warm and waiting for him, thighs parted just enough for him to stroke a finger up and down. Junpei gritted his teeth, sucking air through them as he eased deeper into your cunt. God help him, you were already a little wet. He found a rhythm that sent electricity straight to his cock. He was hard before he even teased his pointer finger inside your hole.
You hummed slightly at the intrusion, but your eyes remained closed. Junpei was much too far gone to be scared away at this point. He was knuckle deep in the embrace of your pussy, and he wasn't stopping now. A light moan escaped his mouth as he added a second finger. He pressed inside you, your sweet hole swallowing his long, bony fingers. His vision went fuzzy at the feeling of being inside you. Throwing caution to the wind, Junpei curled his fingers into your g-spot, and moaned in time with the squelching sound of your slick squishing between his digits.
Your leg twitched against his hand. A squeak forced itself out of your throat, against your will. But Junpei didn't stop, couldn't stop, even as your eyelashes fluttered and you sighed yourself awake.
"J-Junpei?" you asked as you came to, thighs subconsciously squeezing together and your face screwing into an expression of pain and pleasure. Junpei's chest rumbled as he realized you were finally awake. Still, his fingers continued curing in and out of that dizzying spot inside your cunt, the one he knew would make you scream if he worked it well enough.
"Y/N," he sighed, his head falling to the side against his shoulder. He had to look away from you, cheeks heating despite how his movement increased in tempo now that your whole body was reacting to him: twitching, squeezing, clamping down on him as you huffed out a few breaths.
"Baby," you cooed, "you wanted me this bad tonight?" Your hand reached up to latch onto his bicep for purchase.
"I... yes. Is this ok?" he asked, hushed even though you were in the safety of your own bedroom in your own home, where no one was around to hear him but you, his sweet, sleepy angel.
You nodded and whimpered. "Yes, sir. I said you could touch me any time you want. It feels so good." Your voice cracked on the final syllable as Junpei added a third finger to your dripping wet cunt. With one hand around his arm and the other rising up to clutch your pillow, you spread your legs under the blankets and held on for the ride.
