Cw: SMUT, AFAB Reader, Morning Sex, Sleepy Sex, Somnophilia?, Benedict sleeps naked in canon, Cunnilingus, IM RUSTY AT WRITING SMUT ITS BEEN MONTHS
I'm both excited and scared for s4 bc I LOVED Ben's book & don't want it to be changed much.
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The curtains of My Cottage were almost always drawn open. When you're in the middle of nowhere, your nearest neighbor several miles away, privacy was hardly a concern. The only downside was in the middle of summer when it seemed the morning sun shone its brightest. As it blared through the window, Benedict pulled you further into his chest in opposition. His nose nuzzled your hair as he attempted to fall back into his dreams, but was unsuccessful when he felt you relax against his naked chest.
The hand that cradled your hip moved on its own and trailed along your side, the heat from your body filtering through the thin cotton of your nightgown. Benedict's eyes remained shut as he pressed a kiss to the top of your back before pulling you impossibly closer to scatter more along your shoulder, your sweet scent leaving him drunk. Waking up beside you was perhaps one of his favorite parts of marriage. Starting and ending every day with you was like a dream come true and he regrets not discovering how much he needed such until after your wedding, but now that he had a taste of it, Benedict swore never to go without.
His peppered kisses along your nearly-bare shoulder grew fervent. Benedict carefully eased you on your back, the movement no doubt rousing you awake. However, he did not stop, even as he straddled you, placing urgent pecks down your chest and along your stomach. He noticed the hand you'd brought up to shield your face from the light in his periphery, his own bunching the skirts of your gown. He slid the fabric up your legs and to the tops of your thighs before his eyes finally met yours.
Benedict shot you a loving smirk, his eyes shining with the same mischievous gleam they always held whenever he'd have wicked thoughts of you. It was a look you knew all too well; such thoughts eventually led to your engagement, after all. Still half asleep, you returned his smile. Benedict zeroed in on one of your legs, eyes never leaving yours as he placed a kiss to your knee. His nearest hand slid up along the calf as he kissed it again before trailing more along your thigh, slowly getting closer to one of the parts of you he's most obsessed with.
"Love~" Your sleep-filled voice called, watching him with the same knowing smirk he held. Your hand carded through his hair as he nuzzled against your bare skin with another soft kiss. You whispered, lips widening into a grin, "Handsome~"
Benedict made a noise, not quite a growl but gruffer than his usual groan, lips pressing against the seam where your leg met your hip. With another kiss just centimeters away from your core, Benedict's only thought was about how sweet you were. Both in the way you constantly smelled of soap and roses and the way you taste. Your breath hitched as he snuck a gentle kiss to your clit, legs spreading wider on instinct to allow him more room to feast. The moment his lips finally encircled the nub had lit a comforting fire in its wake. Your back arched against his hold, hips chasing after his tongue with an airy moan. His hand splayed itself on your hip, fingertips digging into the soft skin as it tried feebly to still you.
Benedict worshipped you, the moves that made your head lull back into your pillow coming as second nature to him. Each kiss and nip to your clit sent pulses to the tightening coil in your belly. Your hand remained stagnant in his dark tresses, tugging just hard enough for him to groan against your skin, tongue diving into your hole. Your eyes fluttered closed as your body tensed, impending release making you sink into the mattress.
"Please..." You whispered, receiving a moan from your husband against your heat. With a gasped moan, you arched into his mouth, holding his head close to the thrum of pleasure in fear that it'd stop the second he pulled away. As if he ever would. Your soft moans filtered through the room, brows furrowed as you craned your neck to look down at him. His teasing only stopped when you slumped back into the bed, hand slowly unfurling from his hair.
His lips left your core to press a soft kiss a small distance away, then another to your pubic bone, and your lower stomach, the center of your ribs, the valley of your chest then finally to your cheek. Your head turned, the tips of your noses brushing against each other's for a brief moment before Benedict captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his hand caressing your cheek and his thumb running along your jaw.
With another quick peck to your lips — Benedict couldn't help himself from doing so — he whispered in his usual, deeper morning voice, "Good morning, beautiful."
You smiled and quietly replied, "Good morning."
In his eyes, that smile brightened the room far worse than the sun ever had.
