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megamindsecretlair · 4 months ago

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Sunday Kind of Love

Pairing: Husband!Grey McConnell x Wife!Black!Fem!reader/plus size reader

Warnings: 18+ only. MINORS DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Soft dom Grey McConnell, Cursing, SMUT, FLUFF, fingering (fem and male receiving), cum play, Sorry if I missed others. No spoilers for the show.

Summary: You wake up early one crisp morning and snuggle into Grey's warmth. He reminds you that there's no pressing issue, nowhere to go, and nothing to do. With nothing to do, you decide to have some fun with your husband.

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Word count: 1,679k

A/N: Idk what it was, I just started feening for some Jake Johnson. I miss the show so damn much. Fully prepared for this to fly under the radar, just needed this out of my head. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.

You woke up naturally to the soft light filtering in through Grey’s window. You stretched, blinking against the bright light. Grey shifted behind you, his deep voice humming in your ear. He tightened his hold around you, pulling you closer to him like even that bit of space was too much.

You turned in his arms, getting tangled in his red, plaid covers. The man lived in plaid, but that was okay. It suited him. Between the log-like atmosphere of his place above the bar, his mountain man beard, and his kind eyes, he was one ax away from becoming one with nature.

His sleepy brown eyes crinkled in the corner with his smile. “Good morning,” he said.

“Good morning,” you said, with a bit of surprise in your voice. Both of you had odd jobs that kept odd hours. Even so, you both slept as much as you could as long as you could. Grey being up this early was rare. You squinted at him, trying to ferret out if he was feeling well. If this was, indeed, your husband.

Grey’s smile deepened as he poked his lips out to kiss you. With a wet smack of your lips, Grey pulled away. His warm, big hands caressed your back. You wished you could feel his calluses on your bare back. As if reading your mind, he moved his hands underneath your shirt and caressed your bare skin.

You purred at him and snuggled in closer, getting all in his personal space. His beard was soft, covering the entire lower half of his face. His hair was getting long again. “Hey you,” you said.

“Guess what?” He asked. You sighed. His rough voice in the early morning was sin all by itself. You wished you could bottle it and uncork it whenever you needed a hit.

“What?” You asked. Your eyes were drooping and you fought to stay awake. To keep looking at him. You never thought you’d still be this gooey over your husband. You thought love settled and grew easier. Right as rain. As dependable as a State Farm Agent.

You were obsessed with him. You turned into one of those annoying girls who couldn’t go two seconds without them saying they were taken and happy. You weren’t quite that annoying, but nothing could stop you from squealing whenever you thought of him.

“We don’t have anywhere to be for a good while,” he said.

You leaned back to look into his eyes, momentarily shocked awake. “But don’t we…? Aren’t you…?” You thought over your schedule and what you had planned for today. Your brain was fuzzy from sleep but you were positive that it had to be something. When nothing came to mind, you gasped and turned to Grey who chuckled.

“We have nothing to do!” He said, starting to laugh. His raspy laugh was contagious, making you giggle and then burst into demented laughter with him. You settled down bit by bit, returning to the quiet bubble you were in before.

“So if we have nothing to do…” you said, snuggling closer and trailing your hand downward. You found the edge of his boxers and slipped your hand inside. His dick twitched in your hand and you smiled, staring into his eyes.

“Careful,” he said, an edge to his voice that sent a thrill through you. He moved his hand down south, slipping his fingers into your panties. You were both still under the covers, heat trapped inside and making your bodies get warmer faster.

Once his thick fingers found your pussy, he groaned and bit his lip, pulling you closer. He got that look in his eye. That look that told you he was slipping into a headspace you couldn’t cross. That every thought in his head emptied out except his one true mission: to make you feel good.

He brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked his middle finger, then he pushed his hand back down to your pussy. He slipped that wet finger in, making sure you were comfortable while he began to play with you.

You purred some more, opening your legs to give his wrist better access. You pulled your hand out and licked your palm, bringing it back to his dick and stroking. He groaned, eyes closing even more. He almost looked asleep. But that look had you hypnotized. Lost in the depths of his liquid brown eyes.

It didn’t take you long to get worked up. For your pussy to start throbbing. For you to start whimpering. He knew you liked it precise and deep, way down to the knuckle.

“Getting nice and wet over here, baby,” he cooed. “I like how your mind skipped way over breakfast together, a quick movie, some coffee and some laughs. You went straight to being naughty.” He dipped his head and began kissing your cheek, your neck. He bit you in certain places, raising delicious goosebumps along your flesh.

You cried out, stroking him harder. His tip leaked with precum and you swiped your thumb across the tip, getting it wet enough to slide easier. Grey moaned, pushing his hips faster, pushing you to keep up.

“You bring it out of me,” you said and kissed him. His tongue was warm against yours, sliding with expertise. He was easily the best kisser you’d ever had. He knew just when to tease, when to dive in. When to bite your lip and when to lick away the sting.

He knew when you were lost in the kiss, more focused on that than anything else. He pulled away with a grin, making you chase after him trying to recapture that magic. That press of his sweet lips that made your toes curl.

You finally flopped back onto the pillow, sighing. “You’re no fun,” you said. He used his thumb to circle your clit, making you instantly whimper and squeeze your legs.

“Open those fucking legs,” he growled, a deep throaty sound emanating from his chest. The mountain man came out to play. You whimpered, turning pleading eyes to him.

“Too good,” you moaned.

“I won’t say it twice,” he said.

You bit your lip and whimpered, opening your legs. He leaned forward, pressing his doughy body onto yours, pushing you into the bed. “Fuckin’ love when you listen,” he cooed against your cheek.

An orgasm was gaining speed, rushing along your skin. Raising the very hairs on your arms. You used your free hand to grip onto his red t-shirt. Pulled him close. Your mouth dropped open, the feeling too intense. Too much. Too much. Your knuckles cramped as you came on his fingers, crying out at the top of the loft.

“Oh, fuck, Grey, Grey,” you moaned, bucking your hips. Riding his fingers. His middle finger pressed against something inside you that made your eyes roll back into the back of your head.

Grey continued to fuck you through it, kissing your cheek and whispering in your ear. He lowered his voice, purring in your ear with a deep, rumbling hum. “There’s my girl,” he said. “Soaking my fingers and making sure I have enough to feed you.”

Your head drooped against his shoulder, buried your nose into his neck and inhaled his scent. You were still working on the best way to describe it. Something clean, something light, something heavenly. It was intoxicating and you buried your nose further, getting overstimulated by the dueling sensations.

You didn’t know whether you wanted to focus on his scent or the fact that he added a second finger inside of you. Your teeth chattered, breath stalled in your chest. “Give me that other one you’re holding onto,” he demanded.

“I’m trying,” you cried.

“Try harder,” he said.

You whined, squeezing his hand between your thighs, trying to stop his questing fingers. But then you remembered that your ass was still a little sore from the spanking he gave you last night. You thought you’d never come harder in your life.

“Grey, please,” you sniffled.

“Aww,” Grey cooed, kissing the bonnet on your head. “But you’re so fuckin’ sexy when you cum on my fingers.”

Your breathing was harsh, made worse by your face smashed into his shoulder. “Please, Grey,” you begged. You couldn’t give him another one. It was too early. Too soon. You needed to wake up more. Needed some food before you could put it down.

Grey ignored your pleas and words of mercy. He flipped his wrist and began stroking in a come hither motion. Your hand stopped rubbing his dick as you fell, boneless against him as another orgasm tore through you like a hurricane.

Grey kissed your bonnet over and over, holding you close as you fell apart. You swore that he was the only one powerful enough to keep you from dissolving into goo. You panted as you recovered from something so incredible.

“Mhm, my favorite snack in the morning,” he said. “Guess that means breakfast is ready.” He pulled his fingers out of you and then pushed his fingers into your mouth. You moaned, tasting yourself on his thick fingers.

He pushed in a little too far and you gagged and choked. “Gotta train that throat better,” he muttered.

He gave you a devious look as he descended down your body, kissing your neck, biting your chest, tugging on your nipple with his teeth before moving your shirt up and kissing your round tummy.

You moaned, moving your hands into his hair and played with the soft chestnut strands. His hair slipped through your fingers and you marveled at all of the differences between you. “Okay, but just know. Anything you dish out, I give back tenfold,” you said, giggling as he rubbed his beard against your belly.

He scooted down the bed, completely disappeared under the covers. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he said, sounding muffled.. You giggled, reaching down to at least still play with his hair.

You weren’t giggling anymore once his lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked.

There will be more when the mood strikes. The Secret Grey McConnell Files

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