Waking him up. [F/M] [romantic] [rough] [sleep] [creampie]

Another Cat and Henry story (first not required for context). This starts very sweet and changes pace quite drastically. I put a line between the soft and rough for anyone wanting to skip half/ soft plot at begining.

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I stayed in the shower longer then I intended to, it just felt so refreshing to wash off everything I had been through. Insecurities plagued my mind and rippled through my body, I’d honestly just wanted to have fun, be relaxed and lean into the flirtatious and single side of myself that I was only just discovering. I wanted to be casual and the more I tried the more I was learning that I was always going to be an intense person, riddled with intense emotions and reactions. I dont think water or even a new city could wash that off.

I climbed into bath robe and found a small pile of clothes placed just inside the bathroom. A clean t-shirt and sweat pants that must have belonged to Henry, as well as some of my underpants, I laughed that he’d grabbed the only pair more embarrassing then dinosaurs, bright pink with a Pokémon print, he’d also left my toiletry bag and some socks. I was confused but welcomed him lending me his clothes, however as I put them on I realised I was swimming in the size difference, the shirt falling to half way down my thighs and the pants being far too long for someone my height let alone far to big around the waist, I tied the draw string as best I could and quickly brushed my teeth, and took a tablet to suppress dreaming so I didn’t have a second night terror episode, before leaving the bathroom.

Henry was lying on his bed staring at his phone. He laughed when I came out.

“So small, Meow-meow.”

I waved my arms to exaggerate how big his clothes were on me.

“I looked in your suit case but I couldn’t find pjs, so I thought you could just borrow mine.”

“I didn’t pack pjs, I thought I’d have my own room.” I found myself rubbing my neck which felt unusually hot as I admitted this “Plus I’m really comfy and your clothes feel and smell nice. Thankyou”

“Your welcome,” he grinned “I wore them myself.”

“You’re so weird.” I said crawling onto the end of the bed

“I’m going to have a quick shower too” he said jumping up, “feel free to use the remote and put something on telly, or just have a relax”

Henry disappeared into the bathroom and I found myself just lazing back in his bed. I had to loose the sweat pants, I couldn’t lie comfortably with the waist band on my hip. I swore it had to be pheromones with Henry, everything about his bed smelt intoxicating, it had the same effect on me that he did. I understood how cats must have felt experiencing cat nip as I just wanted to flail around a little and get comfortable, I remembered that I defiantly still had the remnants of caffeine running through my system and my dream suppression medication had extreme drowsiness side effects. I just felt cuddly. It was a weird sensation for someone like me. I snuggled up on top of the big crisp, fluffy hotel doona, making my own nest and felt tranquillity. I was cooked from the hot shower and enervated from the last few days, I wasn’t bothered reaching for the remote, I was happy to just chill out as a sleepy mess till Henry returned.

I was too wired to sleep and too exhausted to stay awake, I just completely zoned out staring at the ceiling. Eventually Henry came sauntering out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

I popped my head up,

“I like seeing you relaxed, it suits you.” he smiled

“Mmm, I’m exhausted.” I replied softly “but I’m not sure I can sleep.”

He hopped on the bed next to me. Sitting up slightly against the pillows. Despite being a strongly built man from working in the country, Henry had a softness about him.

“Come here, Meow-Meow, I have a cure for that.” he tapped his chest.
I looked at him with mild confusion but crawled up to him.

“Nothing sus, I promise. But come here, I owe you a good hug.”

Feeling quiet snuggly and tired, I nodded at the idea, not really sure what he meant. I put my head on his chest attempting to lie next to him

“I said a real hug if your comfortable?” He looked down at me, in all my awkward glory.

“This is a real hug?” I said with a dash of confusion and intrigue.

“No, no, no, no. cat, let me show you. I’ve always promised one day I’d give you a real one.”

“A real hug?”

He practically lifted me by the waist onto him, my legs fell either side of him and my head relaxed down onto his chest.

He quickly wrapped me in his arms and I honestly wasn’t sure I’d experienced a hug with that much intensity and warmth before. I was too comfortable to feel conflicted about my emotions, I just relaxed into him, snuffling my face into his chest.

“You just relax cat, I’ll watch something quiet, we don’t have to talk. Just put your mind at ease, I just want to cuddle you.”

“Mmmhmph” I snuffled back, consumed in his embrace.

I felt his arm leave my back as he turned the TV on quietly, he’d chosen an anime with subtitles so I didn’t have to concern myself with listening. I just listened to his heart beat, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

He was alternating between softly patting my back, running his fingers through my hair and very gently spanking my butt.

“Good girl” he said softly and warmly more then once. the sensation of someone gently stroking my body worked faster then a sleeping pill.

“Good girl” was all I heard as I drifted off completely.  I didn’t feel belittled by it, I felt comforted, sedated by a concoction of his words and touch. For some reason, when he said it, good girl, I forgot who I ever was, and I just blindly believed it.

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I awoke sometime after sunrise, Henry was entangled around me, his chest pressed to my back, I could feel his soft breath on my neck and I took a moment of grogginess to register where I was and that I’d moved in the night. He was so warm, we’d fallen asleep atop the blankets, the initial chill of the morning had woken me.

Even though he was asleep I could feel he was rock hard against my ass. Henry had, in the past, enticed me with tales of erotic dreams, I was always jealous that my dreams were so full of dread and his, so full of passion and lust. Feeling him against me was no surprise, I noticed my body getting turned on at the premise. For once he wasn’t trying, he wasn’t acting, what ever was happening in his body was primal and I was hoping it was a reaction to holding me so close.

Dreams and fantasies he’d shared in the past started racing through my mind, as much as I didn’t want to feel this way, I couldn’t help it feeling him so close. The powerlessness he had over his body was consuming my mind. What I wouldn’t do to know what was happening in that complex and sexually driven mind of his. Was it soft and loving, was it rough and dominating, was it completely fucked up? I wanted to find out.

I slowly wiggled my ass back into him, ever so gently. I wanted to see how much I could turn him on without waking him, which was difficult as one of his arms held my torso tight. I felt his cock twitch but his breathing didn’t change. I was going to have to listen and feel the rise and fall of his chest to know if I woke him. I continued to move my hips ever so slightly so his cock was rubbing back and forth, up and down my panties. He made a groaning noise but continued to sleep. It was driving me wild, what was he dreaming?

I decided to try and snake my one free hand down to my own panties as I was positive he wouldn’t disapprove of what I was doing, nor if he woke up during that he’d be upset in the slightest. As my fingers slipped into my pants and I started to circle my clit, I kept up the soft grinding against him, something about secrets, something about doing this even though I knew he’d happily join in if awake, absolutely had me dripping and he just kept getting harder. I could feel his body temperature rising yet he hadn’t woken, he even started grinding his hips uncontrollably yet subtly against my ass.

Another groan. He still wasn’t awake but he was defiantly enjoying the sensation. Realising he had fallen asleep in a robe made me incredibly aware that the thin fabric of my underpants was the only thing stopping me from slipping him inside me before he woke. Could I? Should I? I didn’t fucking care, I had to try, I needed to know what he’d do when he found out, would it be rough or would it be sensual, I wanted him unfiltered. I gently lifted my leg slightly and pushed up and back against him until his soft grinding landed his cock between my legs, I quickly pulled my Pokémon pants aside and let his grinding continue but this time slick with wetness of my dripping and needy cunt. I only thought for seconds about the moral disservice I was doing him by sliding him inside me while he was asleep, but at the same time feeling his pulsing cock slide back and forth from my entrance to my clit was overwhelming and the concept of him cumming outside seemed like a waste when I wanted it so bad. My morality was out the window and I was thinking entirely with my desire to be filled. I used my hand when he next slid down from my clit to guide him inside of me. My pussy was desperate just from thinking about taking this from him.

His next few grinds slid him deeper into me, I defiantly felt him stir awake. His body tensed then relaxed as he paused for a moment, I let myself clench around him and slightly wiggled my hips.

“Fuuuuuuck” he whispered, only just grasping what was occurring. I felt his hand tense on my torso and grip me tight as he started to really fuck me.

“Good girl, good fucking girl” he whispered, his voice darker and harsher then I’d ever heard it.

His grasp on my body went from firm to constricting. His pace sped up, I’d lost control of the situation the second he had awoken.

“You wanted to fuck me so bad you couldn’t help yourself?” That voice again, it wasn’t the one I was used to.

He was pulling my body down fiercely into his own, deep and hard.

“Such a good little slut, couldn’t wait, could you?”

“I …  just  … thought” I couldn’t reply, between the thrusting and involuntary moans caused by the force he was applying.

“You didn’t fucking think, that’s why your a little slut, but you need to learn your lesson.” He pushed me onto my stomach, ripping my panties off of me, then he continued to powerfully fuck me. It finally dawned on me what type of dream he was having before I woke him, something in the rough or fucked up category, I was far too excited to meet this side of him.

Dominant, egotistical, questionable in nature, I was in for a treat, something he said he’d never feel comfortable doing despite my extreme interest. I wondered how aware he was that he wasn’t in a dream. A small amount of fear crept in feeling our size comparisons and knowing his desires, knowing we hadn’t talked explicitly about doing this, knowing he wasn’t acting himself, but curiosity and an extreme lascivious kept me pleading to know what would happen next.

“You tried to steal it, your going to earn it.” he pulled my hips up so my face was still planted into the bed, deeper and harder he pounded into me. He slapped my ass hard and I yelped.

“You’re going to beg for my cum.” he was buried in me, holding steady for a second while he talked, thrusting between pauses to make his point “You’re going to cry for it, I want to hear you screaming for me to fill you up.” he landed another slap on the other side.
“Do you understand?” he forcefully pulled me up by my neck and dishevelled hair, so my back was arched against his chest “I said do you fucking understand cum slut!”

“Yes” I whimpered, the salacious attitude he was projecting absolutely stimulated something deep inside me, something primal and inherent that wanted to be treated like this.

He gripped my throat as he fucked me, my cunt clasping around his cock in desperation, my body exploding with the sensory overload, I wanted this, I was dripping.

“Beg!” He demanded.

“Please?” I responded, it wasn’t hard to want the exact same thing, although it was hard to get the words out between moans of pleasure, pain, shock and lack of oxygen.

His other hand slid his fingers to my clit, where he started vigorously rubbing.

“Please what?” His voice was still dark, commanding, I would have done anything he asked in that moment.

I hesitated on the response, I couldn’t answer in that moment, just letting out a moan of appreciation, he instantly removed his fingers from my clit, shoving them into my mouth and hooking them in my cheek. He was fucking me faster and with more force.

“I’m going to give you one last chance to be a good slut, please what?” Each word whispered in my ear as I drooled down his hand.

“Please … cum” I whimpered, but it was muffled, he tore his fingers out of my mouth and went straight back to my clit. I was so close myself, him touching me again was driving me over the edge.

“Please what!?” He shoved me forward so I was on my hands and knees again, slapping my ass harder again, before reaching around to keep my clit under constant fire.

“Please cum in me!” my voice was getting strained as my orgasm started to clench around the onslaught my pussy was taking. I was dripping my own cum down both of us and yet he didn’t relent, he slapped my ass harder again, grabbing my hip to keep pulling me deeper and deeper onto him.

“PLEASE FUCKING WHAT?!” he raised his voice, it simultaneously scared me and had me right back to the edge of another orgasm, I finally knew what he wanted to hear.

“Please cum in me,” I begged, he paused and easily flipped me onto my back, this time slapping my face, he picked me up by my hips so my ass was raised off the bed and kept fucking harder and harder.

“Cum in me” I cried out,  as I started to orgasm again.

“Fucking slut, just say the words and fucking mean it.” he slapped my face again bringing tears to my eyes and I finally cracked.

“PLEASE JUST FUCKING FILL ME UP, PLEASE, FILL ME, PLEASE! I NEED IT!” I was screaming in ecstasy, masochistic pleasure, desperation, pure need and orgasm based conditioning, he was giving me what I wanted and hurting me when I got it.

“PLEASE?! I NEED IT!” I let out one last beg, it was real. I was crying, I was screaming, I was moaning, I was in pain and I was going to cum again any second.

I finally felt it through the pulses of my own orgasm, shot after shot of his hot cum filling me completely, his twitches, his pulses, his guttural groan.  He held for a moment, moving my hair out of my face, staring at my red face. Looking into my eyes intensely.

“Good girl,” he breathed “Good fucking girl.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/quywft/waking_him_up_fm_romantic_rough_sleep_creampie