Request: Smutty H comes home and you’re wearing his lilac sweater and he just keeps admiring you and telling you how beautiful you are.
H feels so early in the morning kill me. It’s not too smutty, but it’s not entirely fluff either!
“S’that mine?” He spoke, rising to stand before you. “Looks so good.” His voice is barely a whisper, long fingers running down the thick, ribbed fabric. His face is only inches away from yours, a pink tongue poking out, wetting his bottom lip before looking down at you, dimples dipping in as you nod your head. “Thought so, looked familiar,” His voice is quiet, cool breath dancing on your lips. His eyes follow his fingers, traveling down one of the ridges tucked into the fabric. “Looks so good on you,” His hands stop just under your hips, the fabric kisses the back of your knees as he grabs a handful, softly pulling you into him. “Always look so good wearing my things.” He coos, pressing forward. “Like the fact that you’ve got those cute little panties on underneath. I’d like to see more, if that’s al’right?” His hands are warm, fanning out over the exposed skin of your thighs. Your heart swells, each touch sending waves of electricity throughout your body. It’s more than alright.
When he arrived home from the studio earlier, he couldn’t help but smile. You were in the kitchen, perched on your tip toes, fingers wiggling as you fought to grab the pasta on the top shelf and that’s when he noticed. The heavy-weight purple fabric was rolled up your arms, the hem resting just above your thighs and dark red panties peaked from underneath. The same red panties he had fucked you in just that morning. He swallowed, heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears as he walked forward, long fingers wrapping around the box before pulling it down. A smile growing as you shot him a playful glare, hands reaching down to pull the sweater back down over the swell of your butt. “You look nice,” He mumbles lowly wrapping his arms around you. “Look very cozy.” He confirms pressing a kiss to your forehead.
After eating dinner, the two of you lounged comfortably on the couch. Legs crossed over one another, nimble fingers mindlessly playing with the knitted fabric as your show returned from commercial. His eyes couldn’t help but roam. Soft legs bent at the knees gave way to beautiful thighs, the lilac sweater perfectly contrasting with your skin and he just wanted to touch. He just wanted to kiss and touch each inch of exposed skin that peaked from under the knitted material. When you began to shift around talking of going to take a shower, he simply smiled. A heavy hand locking onto yours as green eyes met yours.
“You look so amazing, baby girl.” He mumbles lowly, fingers dancing slowly up your sleeve. All leading to where you are right now. Back against the wall, eyes dancing back and forth between H’s as his fingers press into the soft skin under the sweater. “Look so beautiful, so good in my clothes.” His lips being millimeters away sends shivers down your spine, his fingers are trailing the knitted ribs causing you to shiver. “Wanted to do this since I got home.” His voice is deep, each word soaked with need. He needs to touch you, he wants nothing more than to touch you, so he does. His lips set an attack on your neck, dotting the smooth skin with warm kisses. Long fingers ruck up the soft material of the sweater, feverishly grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. “Wanted to take you as soon as I saw you in this.“ He pants, pulling the material taught so he can kiss your collarbones. He looks wrecked, hands shaking as he pulls the material up, kissing the smooth untouched skin.
“Don’t want you to take it off, Okay? Want to taste you, yeah? Let me taste you, princess.” His eyes are burning into yours, smiling as you nod your head again. With that he’s diving under the purple material, kissing down your chest, wet lips pressing loving, needy kisses in a line down your torso. When he reaches the dark red line of your panties his mouth is watering, small flicks from a warm tongue dance along your hips. “So naughty, wanted to remember me fucking you, that why you’re still wearing these? Hm?” You’re whining, eyes squeezed shut with absolute need. A string of pleases and needs falling from your lips.
“Don’t worry,” His voice is muddled against your skin, “m’gonna take care of you.”