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lvreve · 1 day ago

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DRIVE - T.IIDA

SMUT WARNING !!

You’re sitting on the sofa in the cozy home you share with your husband, eagerly awaiting his return from a mission. Tenya has been under so much stress lately, constantly juggling back-to-back missions that leave him little time to unwind or spend with you. Despite this, you embrace his commitment; you knew what you signed up for when you married him, and you wholeheartedly support him. Tonight, you have a special plan in mind to help him relax and recharge. You can't wait to see his reaction when he walks through the door, ready to discover the evening you've prepared to help him unwind. Your heart races with anticipation as you imagine how wonderful it will be to finally share some precious moments together.

You hear the familiar click of the door unlocking, followed by the soft thud of footsteps echoing through the hallway. As he enters the living room, you catch sight of your husband. He looks utterly exhausted, dark circles framing his bright eyes, yet somehow, he remains undeniably handsome, his charisma still shining through the weariness etched on his face. A warm smile spreads across your lips as you take a step toward him, wrapping your arms around his body and inhaling the comforting scent of him—warmth mingled with the faint trace of his cologne and the day's hustle.

“Hi, baby,” you murmur softly, feeling his strong hands envelop you in a gentle embrace. You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with affection as you place a tender, chaste kiss on his lips. He returns the gesture with a lazy smile that makes your heart flutter. “Hi, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice a quiet balm that eases the tension of the day.

He places his bag—heavy with the burden of his responsibilities—on the nearby chair, a sigh escaping his lips as he settles down. “I made your favorite for dinner,” you tell him, your voice laced with warmth as you guide him to the dining table. You had taken extra care to set everything just right: the tablecloth neatly pressed, the plates arranged, and a flickering candle casting a soft glow that creates an intimate atmosphere. As you sit down across from him, you notice the gratitude reflected in his eyes, and he mutters a heartfelt thank you before diving into the meal.

With each bite he takes, you gaze at him with an adoration that deepens your heart. It pains you to see him overwork himself night after night, but you understand that his drive is a part of who he is. Knowing there’s little you can do to change his work ethic, you focus on creating a sanctuary here at home—one filled with warmth and love—to help him unwind and find solace amidst the chaos of his busy life.

As the last remnants of your dinner linger on the plates, you both find your way to the comfort of your shared bedroom. He slips into the restroom to prepare for bed, leaving you to reflect on the evening’s moments. When he finally returns, he takes a seat beside you, a deep sigh escaping his lips that seems to carry the weight of his day. He gazes into your eyes, his expression softening with a hint of regret. “I apologize for being so busy,” he admits, vulnerability lacing his tone. “I haven’t been the best at making time for you lately.”

A frown creases your brow as you study him, the sincerity in his words touching your heart. You gently take his face in your hands, your thumbs tracing the line of his jaw. “Don’t apologize, Tenya,” you respond, your voice warm and sincere. “I’m proud of you, and I always will be.” Leaning in, you close the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades away as he loses himself in the comfort of your soft embrace, eagerly responding to your affection. In that moment, it’s just the two of you, finding solace in each other after the chaos of the day.

The kiss intensifies as you effortlessly climb onto his lap, every movement feeling instinctual and right. His hands find their way to your hips, gripping you firmly as a surge of warmth rushes through you. Slowly, you begin to sway your hips, drawing him in closer. His tongue softly brushes against your bottom lip, an unspoken invitation for deeper connection. With a gentle sigh, you part your lips just enough to let him in, and you can feel the heat of his breath mingling with yours as his tongue starts to explore the depths of your mouth, igniting a whirlwind of sensations that leaves you breathless.

A rush of heat floods through you as you pull back just long enough to strip off your shirt, your breath catching in anticipation. Tenya doesn’t hesitate—his mouth finds your neck instantly, lips dragging slowly over your skin as he works his way down, sucking and biting with a hunger that sends shivers through you. His hands slide confidently up your spine, fingers finding the clasp of your bra and unhooking it with practiced ease. He slips it from your shoulders and tosses it aside without a second thought, his lips returning to claim your chest. He covers your breasts with kisses, alternating between soft licks and rough nips, leaving tender marks in his wake.

Your body arches into him, needing more, and your hands fumble at his shirt, tugging with urgency. He breaks away just long enough to yank it over his head, revealing the firm, sculpted lines of his torso. You run your hands over his body, palms trailing across hard muscle and smooth skin, feeling the tension in him build as he leans in again, eyes dark with desire.

You gaze deeply into his eyes, your sultry look igniting a spark between you. Leaning in closer, you whisper softly, “Just relax and let me do all the work, baby.” He swallows hard, his breath catching in his throat, and after a moment of hesitation, he clears his throat, responding with a hint of uncertainty, “Are you sure, honey?” His expression shifts, revealing his vulnerability, but before he can voice any further doubts, you press your lips against his in a tender yet passionate kiss. You can feel the tension ease from his body as he lets out a contented sigh. As you begin to grind your hips against him with an eager rhythm, he lets out a breathy moan, the sound echoing the sweet pleasure building between you.

Your hands trail down to the waistband of his grey boxers, fingers curling around the fabric as you give them a gentle tug. He lifts his hips without hesitation, letting you slide them down and toss them aside, joining the growing pile of discarded clothes. Slipping off of him for just a moment, you hook your thumbs under your pink lace underwear—delicate, trimmed with soft edges and a tiny satin bow—peeling them down slowly before returning to his lap. The moment your skin brushes his, you feel the heat of his arousal pressing firmly against you. You start to grind against him in slow, deliberate movements, your lips finding his jaw, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses as you make your way down to his neck.

Your hand glides slowly down his body, fingertips trailing over heated skin until they wrap gently around his shaft. You guide him to your entrance, your breath hitching as your body begins to ease down onto him. Your right hand stays wrapped around him, guiding him carefully, while your left grips his shoulder tightly, grounding yourself against the intensity of the moment. Inch by inch, you sink onto him, the stretch making your body tremble until he’s fully seated inside you. His hands dig firmly into your hips, holding you in place as he exhales a shaky breath—and you can’t hold back the soft, needy whimper that escapes your lips.

You take a few breathless seconds to adjust to Tenya’s size, your walls fluttering around him as your body slowly grows accustomed to the stretch. With a soft moan, you begin to move—slow, deliberate rolls of your hips that send waves of pleasure coursing through you. He fills you perfectly, brushing against every sensitive spot inside you with each gentle thrust. Tenya groans, his voice low and rough, and leans forward to press hot kisses down your chest. His lips find your breasts, tongue teasing your sensitive skin before he leaves deep, possessive hickeys along the curves.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he breathes, voice heavy with want. His eyes trail down to where your bodies are joined, and he bites his bottom lip, a guttural groan escaping him at the sight.

As the pressure inside you begins to build, your pace quickens—hips snapping harder, faster, driven by need. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, your breasts bouncing with each movement and your ass rippling from the force. The bed creaks beneath you, loud and rhythmic, matching the frantic beat of your approaching release.

Tenya can feel how close you are—the way your walls tighten desperately around him, the breathless moans spilling from your lips growing louder, more frantic with each passing second. A low groan escapes his throat as he grips your hips firmly, guiding you up and down in rhythm with his deep, precise thrusts. The sensation sends sparks through your body, and you cry out, voice cracking with pleasure.

“Tenya,” you gasp, barely able to speak through the overwhelming heat building inside you. “I’m so close…”

“I know, sweetie,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire and restraint. “Just a little longer.”

Before you can respond, he pulls you into a messy, feverish kiss—lips crashing into yours, tongues tangled, your whimpers muffled by his mouth as the tension coils tighter and tighter inside you, ready to snap.

“Come on, honey… cum all over my cock,” Tenya pants into your ear, his voice thick with lust, breath hot against your skin. The sound of his words, low and commanding, sends a shiver down your spine—and it’s all you need. Your body gives in, pleasure crashing over you in uncontrollable waves as you cry out his name, your head falling back, thighs trembling as your release floods through you.

Tenya groans deeply, the tight clench of your body around him tipping him over the edge. He follows with a deep, guttural moan, grinding slowly into you as he spills inside, dragging out both of your highs with long, lazy thrusts. His hands stay firm on your waist, grounding you through the aftershocks as your bodies slowly still.

You whimper softly, breath still shaky as your eyes meet his—his hair a tousled mess, his glasses fogged up and sitting crookedly on his nose. He looks wrecked, flushed, and absolutely beautiful.

Leaning in, you kiss him deeply—slow, passionate, full of everything words can’t say. As you pull away, you catch his bottom lip between your teeth in a teasing bite, then smile softly against his mouth, your fingertips brushing along his jaw like a silent thank you.

“Did I help you relax?” You giggle as you move some hair out of his face. “Very much. Thank you,my love.” He sheepishly smiles and kisses the top of your head.

“baby, I could do this day and night.” you say into his ear and slowly crawl off his lap with a whimper at the sudden loss of contact. You cuddle into your husband and slowly drift off into sleep.

That night, you both slept peacefully in each others embrace.

lmfao I thought of this when I was listening to drive by skz…

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