gay best friend cooper koch x inexperienced fem!reader
theme: just cooper teaching you how to please a man because you asked, idk
warnings: NSFW, fluff turns smut(?), lots of reassurance, making out, oral (f & m receiving), losing your v-card, couch sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare
wc: 7.8k
A/N: i was giggling and kicking my feet while writing this!
used you instead of she/her this time as i feel like that's how everyone roll on this site! this is for the delulu girls (like me)... anyway enjoy <3
Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.
The familiar hum of RuPaul’s Drag Race filled the cozy apartment, casting a warm, flickering light from the TV that mixed with the soft glow of the vanilla candles you’d lit earlier. It was your routine, something you and Cooper had been doing for years—catching up once a month, watching drag queens throw shade, and drinking too much wine. Tonight, like all those nights before, Cooper sprawled on the floor beside you, his lean body casually stretched out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He looked effortlessly handsome, as always—his messy dark curls falling over his forehead, and that easy, cocky grin never far from his lips.
You leaned back against the couch, your legs tucked under you as you nursed your glass of wine. It was your third—or maybe fourth—but who was counting? Cooper, of course.
“How many glasses is that, Y/N?” Cooper teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he pointed at your glass. “I don’t want to have to carry your ass to bed by the end of the night.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing despite yourself. “I’ve had three, calm down. Besides, if anyone’s getting carried to bed, it’s you.”
He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head as if you’d just wounded him. “I’m the picture of self-control, babe. You know that. Unlike someone who cried after two glasses that one time.”
“Oh, my god. You’re still bringing that up?” you groaned, shoving him with your foot. “That was ages ago, and I wasn’t crying—I was… emotional.”
“Sure, ‘emotional,’” Cooper said with a mock serious face. “Next thing you know, you’ll be crying over some guy you hooked up with freshman year.”
You laughed again, feeling a familiar warmth settle in your chest—not just from the wine, but from the way things always felt so easy with him. This was how it had always been. Cooper had taken you under his wing during your freshman year when he was a junior, and everyone wanted to know him—the charming, confident upperclassman who could talk his way into or out of anything. Back then, he had been the guy everyone admired, and somehow, he’d made you his special project. Over the years, that bond had only grown stronger.
Now, even after he’d graduated, he never missed these nights with you. He’d show up with a bottle of wine, that cocky grin on his face, and you’d settle in for hours of RuPaul, gossip, and teasing.
But tonight felt different. Maybe it was the wine loosening your tongue, or maybe it was the fact that the conversation had veered into more personal territory than usual. You’d been talking about the guy you were seeing, and as usual, Cooper was quick to give his unsolicited advice.
“You need to stop overthinking it,” He said, leaning back on his elbows, his voice a little more serious now. “You always get in your head about this stuff. Just go with the flow.”
You sighed, staring down at the glass in your hand. “It’s not that simple, Coop. I feel like I’m messing things up.”
His teasing grin softened, and he turned to look at you more intently. “What do you mean? How are you messing things up?”
You bit your lip, feeling a knot of frustration and insecurity tighten in your chest. “I just… I don’t have any experience with this stuff. I’ve never done anything beyond kissing, and now, with this guy, I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He blinked, clearly surprised by your confession. He sat up straighter, setting his wine glass down on the coffee table as he looked at you. “Wait, you’ve never…?”
You shook your head, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “Nope. Never. I’ve always been more focused on school, you know? I don't really do the whole partying or hooking up thing, you know that. And now I feel like I’m behind, like I don’t know how to… be with someone.”
For a moment, Cooper just stared at you, processing what you’d said. Then, slowly, he leaned back, running a hand through his curls. “Y/N, that’s not a big deal. You’re not behind. Everyone moves at their own pace.”
You shrugged, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Maybe. But it feels like it. Especially now. I don’t want to screw things up with this guy because I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his dark eyes studying you closely. “Okay, so what are you saying? You want me to… give you lessons?” His tone was playful.
You laughed softly, “What if I did?”
The playful smirk on his faltered, replaced by genuine surprise. “Wait… are you serious?”
You nodded, feeling your heart race as the idea solidified in your mind. “Yeah. I mean, you’re always giving me advice, right? You know what guys like, and I trust you. Maybe you could teach me.”
He blinked again, his brow furrowing as he tried to process what you were saying. “Y/N, have you forgotten that I swing the other way?”
You laughed nervously, feeling the warmth of the wine giving you a little more courage. “I know. But there's no pressure.”
He leaned back, still staring at you with wide eyes, as if he wasn’t sure whether you were joking or not. “Are you for real?”
You shrugged, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “Maybe. I just… I trust you.”
For a moment, the room was silent, the soft buzz of the TV in the background as the weight of your words hung between you. Finally, Cooper let out a long breath, his lips curving into a small, reluctant smile. “Okay, but if we do this, we’re taking it slow. The second it gets weird, we stop. No questions, no awkwardness. Deal?”
“Deal,” you whispered, feeling your pulse quicken.
He shifted closer, his knee brushing against yours as he moved toward you. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body, the familiar scent of his cologne mixing with the vanilla candles. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking over your face as if he was still trying to gauge whether this was a good idea.
“Alright."
You picked up the remote and turned off RuPaul’s Drag Race, the familiar hum of the queens fading into silence. Cooper raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched you grab your phone and start scrolling through Spotify.
“Whoa, we’re turning off the queens? What’s next, dimming the lights and lighting incense?” he teased, leaning back against the couch with that playful glint in his eyes.
You shot him a look, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. “We’ve seen that episode like ten times. I need a change of pace,” you muttered, tapping on a playlist and connecting it to the speaker. Soft, mellow music began filling the room, adding a different kind of warmth to the space.
Cooper’s smirk deepened as he sat up a little straighter, folding his arms across his chest. “Ah, so this is what it’s like to be seduced,” he quipped, his tone light but his eyes holding a flicker of something more.
You snorted, rolling your eyes but feeling your pulse quicken. “Please, Coop. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“I’m just saying,” he said, shrugging, though there was a playful softness to his voice now. “You’re setting the mood. If you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just asked.”
You shot him a mock glare, trying to hide the nervous energy coursing through you. “You’re impossible.”
He chuckled, his gaze softening as the teasing faded into something quieter, more intimate. Cooper shifted closer. The space between you felt smaller, the music filling the air with a soft tension.
You felt your heart race, a mixture of nerves and anticipation swirling in your chest as he shifted even closer. His gaze flicked to your lips before meeting your eyes again, searching for any hint of hesitation.
You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry, but you nodded—just a small, subtle movement—giving him the green light. His hand, warm and steady, reached up to gently cup your cheek, his touch soft yet firm.
He leaned in slowly, careful and deliberate, his breath warm against your skin. The moment stretched out, each second charged with anticipation until, finally, his lips brushed against yours. The kiss was soft at first, tentative—a simple press of lips testing the waters.
But there was warmth, a spark that made your body hum with nervous energy. Cooper lingered for a beat longer, his lips moving gently against yours, before pulling back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes still holding that mix of curiosity and tenderness.
"How was that?" he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he didn’t want to break the delicate bubble that had formed around you.
You took a breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "Good," you replied, the word coming out softer than you intended. "It felt… good."
He smiled, a small, reassuring smile, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. "Alright. Ready for another?"
You didn’t hesitate this time. Nodding softly, you leaned in, and so did he. The second kiss was immediate, deeper, with none of the previous hesitation. His hand slid behind your neck again, pulling you closer as your lips pressed together with an urgency that wasn’t there before. The softness was gone now, replaced by something more heated, more instinctual.
Your body responded before your mind could catch up, the taste of him, the warmth of his breath against your lips—it all made your pulse quicken. You leaned into him fully, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the firm heat of his body beneath his shirt. Your heart raced as his lips moved against yours with a steady, confident rhythm, his tongue brushing yours, deepening the kiss in a way that sent sparks through your body.
Cooper’s hand moved from your neck to your waist, pulling you even closer until there was barely any space between you. The kiss turned hungry, your breaths mingling as you leaned into him, craving more. The softness of the earlier kiss had melted away, leaving only the intensity of the moment—the need to be closer, to explore more.
His hand slid down to your thigh, gripping it as he guided you closer, your bodies pressing together, and you couldn’t help but respond. Your hands slipped up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer as the kiss grew deeper, more desperate. The slow, careful touches had given way to a heated, insistent rhythm, your lips parting, tongues exploring, the heat between you building with every passing second.
You could feel the tension in his body, the way his breath hitched slightly as your hands moved over him, the way his grip tightened on your thigh, pulling you against him. The music in the background was barely noticeable now, drowned out by the pounding of your heart and the shared heat of the kiss. You were lost in the moment, completely wrapped up in the intensity, in the way your lips moved together with a shared urgency that felt unstoppable.
Neither of you pulled back, neither of you paused. You were fully making out now, the kiss deep and unrelenting, your bodies pressing into each other as the desire between you grew. His hand moved up your back, slipping beneath your shirt slightly, his touch sending a shiver up your spine as he pulled you even closer, if that was possible.
You felt his breath grow heavier against your lips, the soft scratch of his stubble as your mouths moved together with a rhythm that was no longer careful or tentative. It was pure, unfiltered desire now. The kiss consumed you both, deep and passionate, and you didn’t want to stop.
As the intensity of the kiss built, Cooper suddenly pulled back, just enough to break the connection between your lips. Both of you were breathless, your hearts racing, and your foreheads still pressed together. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, a small, teasing smile forming on his lips.
“Well, if you keep kissing me like that, I’m starting to think you’re gonna make me question my sexuality,” he joked, his voice low and slightly hoarse, still laced with the humor that was so typical of him.
You laughed, your breath still uneven, eyes locked on his. “Oh yeah? Feeling a little confused, are we?”
He chuckled, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek, that playful glint returning to his eyes. “Hey, I’ve got some seriously mixed signals happening right now,” he said with mock seriousness, though the way he looked at you—soft, affectionate—made your heart skip a bit.
You both lingered there for a moment, the heat of the kiss still hanging between you, but the mood lighter now, his humor cutting through the intensity just enough to let you both breathe. His thumb continued to trace slow circles on your skin, as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go of the closeness you’d shared.
“So, was that a good lesson?”
You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little flushed but more confident than before. “Yeah,” you replied softly, still catching your breath. “I think I passed that one.”
He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he tilted his head. “Good, good,” he murmured. “What else can I help you with?”
The question hung in the air, laced with both humor and curiosity. His tone was light, but there was an underlying tension—an acknowledgment that you were in uncharted territory, and whatever came next was entirely up to you.
You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness rush through you as his gaze held yours, waiting for your response. His hand remained on your thigh, a comforting and steady presence as the moment stretched out between you.
A swirl of thoughts rushed through your mind. What else could he help you with? The question wasn’t just playful anymore—it felt like it opened a door to possibilities you hadn’t really considered before. You could feel the warmth of his hand on your thigh, the way his touch lingered, and it sent your thoughts spinning.
Your mind wandered to the insecurity you’d been harboring for so long. You’d always been so focused on your studies, on staying in control, that you never let yourself experience much when it came to relationships or intimacy. Cooper had always been your go-to for advice, the one who understood you better than anyone, and now he was offering more than words—he was offering guidance, a chance to explore without judgment.
But there was more than that. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was crossing a line, even though it felt so easy, so natural between you two. You knew Cooper was gay, and that’s what made this situation feel safe, but was this more than just learning? Was there a deeper connection brewing beneath the surface, something unspoken? Was it the wine making you overthink, or was this kiss—this intimacy—making you see Cooper differently?
The weight of it all hit you at once. You could ask for more, lean into the moment and let him help you explore the things you’d always felt unsure of. But what would that mean for your friendship? Could you still be friends after this? Or maybe, this was exactly what you needed—a safe, comfortable way to experience something new with someone you trusted completely.
The thought both excited and scared you.
Without holding back, you leaned in, feeling the boldness surge through you. "Cooper, I want to learn how to give oral," you said, your voice steady and upfront, the words hanging in the space between you.
Cooper’s eyes widened for a brief moment, but there was no surprise, no hesitation now. He had already felt the shift between you, already knew where this was headed. His gaze softened, a mix of intent and something deeper settling over his expression. He didn’t question it, didn’t ask for confirmation. It had already been established, and you both knew you were ready to take this step.
“Okay,” he said, his voice calm but with an edge of intensity, as he adjusted his position slightly. His hand on your thigh squeezed gently, a reassuring presence, but the playful air that had lingered earlier had fully evaporated. This was real now, and you both knew it.
He met your gaze, his eyes locking with yours, and then leaned back just enough to give you the space you needed. "Let’s do this," his tone low and full of promise, no hesitation in his words.
He had been sitting beside you, but then, with a quiet movement, he stood and settled himself on the couch. His legs parted, relaxed, his back sinking into the cushions. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just watched you, his gaze steady and calm, but you could feel the tension crackling in the air.
You swallowed hard, your heart racing, as you slowly moved to follow him. The space between his legs seemed to pull you in as you knelt again, positioning yourself right in front of him, hands resting on the edge of the couch, your face now level with his lap. The sound of your breath was the only thing you could hear, steady but quickened, matching the rush of blood in your ears.
"Alright," he said softly, his voice low but firm. "Just take your time."
You nodded, biting your lip. You weren’t sure where to start, but the excitement bubbling inside you was stronger than the nerves. You looked up at him for a second, his expression still unreadable but somehow reassuring.
“I want to learn,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.
Cooper’s eyes softened a little, and he leaned forward, resting his hand gently on your shoulder. “Okay,” he said, his voice quieter now, more serious. “Then I’ll show you.”
You could feel the warmth of his body so close now, the heat radiating off him as you slowly moved your hands to rest on his thighs, your fingers gripping the fabric of his jeans. The rough denim felt cool against your palms, but the sensation of it made your heart race even faster.
"Start slow," Cooper instructed, his voice gentle. "You don't need to rush."
You hesitated for just a moment, then leaned in, your lips barely grazing the fabric, just enough for him to feel it. You could sense him shift slightly in response, his muscles tensing under your hands. The closeness was overwhelming, but it fueled you, made you want to explore more. You breathed softly against him, teasing like he’d told you.
"Yeah, just like that," Cooper murmured, his voice lower now, a bit more strained. "Tease me a little, make it last."
You felt a surge of confidence at his words. You kissed lightly along his thigh, your lips barely touching the surface, drawing out each motion slowly, deliberately. Your breath hovered over the zipper of his jeans, but you didn’t go further yet, just letting the tension build.
His breathing deepened, and you could tell by the way his body reacted that you were getting to him.
You reached for the button on his jeans. He was already hard, straining against the fabric, and the sight of it made your stomach twist with a mix of nerves and excitement. Every breath felt heavier, each movement charged with the weight of what you were about to do.
Cooper had been quiet, but the way he was watching you—intently, eyes following every small motion—told you everything you needed to know. As you undid the button and slid the zipper down, you could feel how much he was holding back. His body was tense, though his voice stayed calm when he spoke.
"Take your time," he said softly, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck. "There's no rush."
You nodded, barely able to keep your hands steady as you tugged his jeans down just enough to free him. The second you did, his erection sprang up, already hard and continuing to thicken right in front of you, growing with each passing second. The sight of him made your breath catch in your throat, the reality of the moment sinking in.
Cooper’s breathing deepened as you hesitated, your eyes tracing over him, taking in the sheer size of it. He was bigger than you expected, the heat radiating from him even before you touched him. Your hand hovered there for a second, unsure, but the look in his eyes pulled you back in, pushing the hesitation aside.
“Touch me,” Cooper said, his voice a little rougher now, more intense. You could feel his need matching your own.
With a slow, deliberate motion, you wrapped your fingers around him, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath your touch. He groaned softly, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your neck, the sound of his pleasure sending a wave of heat through your body. His cock twitched in your hand as you began to move, your touch slow, almost experimental at first, but each reaction from him made you bolder.
"Good," he murmured, his voice strained but encouraging. "Now use your mouth, but go slow. Tease me."
Your lips hovered just above him, feeling the heat of his erection before you let your breath spill over him. You kissed the tip gently, barely touching him at first, but it was enough to make his body tense, his breathing hitching. You could feel him growing even harder in your hand, the response making your own pulse quicken.
You let your lips linger around the tip longer, your tongue flicking out ever so slightly, teasing him like he’d told you. His reaction was immediate—a soft groan, his hips shifting forward just a little, urging you on.
With each soft kiss, you grew more confident. Cooper’s body responded to every touch, every tease, and the control you had over the moment surged through you. His breathing deepened, a low groan slipping past his lips as your tongue flicked against the tip, teasing him further.
"That’s it," He murmured. His hand slid into your hair, guiding but not pushing, letting you set the pace. "Just like that."
You could feel the weight of him in your hand, warm and pulsing as you stroked him slowly, your fingers wrapping around his hard length. Your lips parted slightly, and this time, you took him in, just a little, letting your mouth close around him. The taste of him, salty and warm, flooded your senses as you moved your mouth carefully, testing the sensation. His cock grew even harder in response, and the deep groan that escaped his throat sent a thrill through you.
You went slow, just like he’d said, sliding your mouth over him inch by inch, taking in more of him each time. Cooper’s hand tightened in your hair, his hips shifting slightly as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking gently. He exhaled sharply, the sound low and guttural, and you knew you were doing it right.
"Go deeper," Cooper urged, his voice strained but steady. "Take more of me. Don’t be afraid."
You hesitated for just a second, but the warmth of his body, the feeling of his hand in your hair, and the way he was reacting to every movement gave you the courage to push yourself further. Slowly, you slid your mouth down over him, feeling him fill you more. The stretch was intense, but the thrill of it, the way he groaned your name under his breath, made it impossible to stop.
You set a rhythm, your hand moving in time with your mouth, stroking him as you took him in deeper with each motion. His breathing grew more ragged, his fingers gripping your hair tighter as his body tensed. You could feel how much he was holding back, letting you take the lead but clearly fighting the urge to lose control.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his voice barely above a whisper now. His hips bucked slightly, the tension in his body coiling tighter. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
His words sent a jolt through you, making you want to push him even further. You moved faster now, your mouth sliding over him, your tongue teasing the sensitive underside, your hand gripping him firmly as you stroked the base. His body shuddered, his breathing coming in quick, uneven gasps.
You kept your rhythm steady, feeling Cooper tense beneath you, his breathing uneven as he got closer to the edge. His body reacted to every touch, every flick of your tongue, and you knew he was close. His hips bucked slightly, a groan escaping his lips as he fought for control, but just as you felt him start to reach that peak, something inside you shifted.
You pulled back, your lips leaving him just as he was about to let go. A low groan escaped his throat.
His body tensed, but when he opened his eyes, there was no frustration, just the warmth of his genuine care. He looked at you with such softness, and you could tell he was afraid you might think they’d gone too far.
You sat back for a moment, gathering your thoughts as the gravity of the situation hit you. You didn’t want to push him into anything he wasn’t ready for, anything he didn’t truly want, especially knowing how close you were and how much you cared for each other. Your heart raced, the vulnerability between you thick in the air.
You looked up at him, your voice quiet but steady. “I want you to be my first,” you said, the words hanging between you for a moment. Then, almost immediately, you added, “But I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want. I know this isn’t… what you usually want.”
Cooper’s breath hitched slightly, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your skin in a comforting gesture.
“Hey… you’re not pushing me into anything,” he reassured, his voice gentle but sincere. “If I didn’t want this, we wouldn’t be here right now.”
You searched his face, trying to gauge if he was saying that for your sake or if he truly meant it. Your thoughts were racing—he is gay, and this felt like it could be more than just a one-off exploration for you. What if it changed things between you? What if you lost this safe, trusted friendship because of your desire?
“But you’re gay,” you said, your voice wavering slightly, unsure. “What if this… I don’t want to hurt you or make things weird.”
Cooper gave you a small, soft smile, his hand still cradling your face. “I am gay, yeah. But this isn’t weird for me, not with you,” he said quietly. “You’re my best friend, and I trust you. It’s different.”
He leaned in closer, his forehead resting gently against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “We don’t have to label this or put pressure on it. This is about us, right now. And if you want this, if you really do, then I want to be the one to do this with you. I’m here because I care about you.”
Your chest tightened with emotion, relief flooding you at his words. His calm, caring reassurance melted away the last of your doubts. You nodded slowly, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, his words grounding you in the moment.
“I do want this,” you whispered. “I just… didn’t want you to feel like you had to.”
Cooper shook his head slightly, his eyes holding yours with a seriousness that made you feel safe. “I’m here because I want to be. This is what you want, and I want to be the one to share it with you.”
The sincerity in his voice made your chest swell with relief, and you felt a rush of warmth as you leaned into his touch. The last of your nerves melted away, replaced by a deep trust, the kind only someone like Cooper could give you. He held your gaze for a moment longer, his expression full of care and quiet understanding.
Then, with deliberate movements, Cooper stood up, his jeans and boxers already pooling around his knees. He kicked them off with ease, stepping out of the clothes that lay crumpled on the floor. His body was fully exposed now, his cock hard and prominent between his legs. The sight sent a flutter through your chest, but the tenderness in his eyes calmed any of the remaining uncertainty.
You watched, your breath catching slightly, as he pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it with the rest of his clothes. Now, he stood completely naked before you, his body familiar yet feeling new in the intimacy of the moment. He seemed to sense the gravity of it too—he didn’t rush, didn’t push, just stood there, letting the moment settle between you.
He knelt back down, his hands resting gently on your arms, his fingers warm against your skin. He leaned in close, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, “You’re okay?” His voice was soft but serious, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded, your voice barely a breath. “I’m okay. I want this.”
His lips curved into a small, reassuring smile, and he kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours with the same calm tenderness he always carried. His hands moved to your waist, his touch steady as he helped you to your feet.
“Come here,” he murmured, guiding you gently toward the couch. He kept his hands on you, his touch light but firm, as he led you to lay down against the soft cushions.
The couch felt cool beneath you as you settled back, your body trembling with anticipation but grounded by the trust between you. Cooper’s hands were careful as they moved to the waistband of your pants, undoing them with deliberate slowness. He slid them down your legs, his fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers through you as he pulled them away, leaving you in just your underwear.
His eyes never left yours, his expression full of care as he reached for the hem of your shirt. He tugged it up, pulling it over your head with the same gentle precision, revealing your bare skin to the cool air. The intimacy of it all—the way he undressed you so carefully—made your heart pound even harder.
Once your shirt and pants were gone, Cooper’s hands moved to your hips, his fingers tracing the waistband of your underwear. He paused, his gaze meeting yours again, a silent question in his eyes. You gave him a small nod, and he carefully slid them down your legs, leaving you completely exposed beneath him.
He took a moment, his gaze traveling over your body. It was full of tenderness, as if he was appreciating every inch of you, savoring the trust you were placing in him.
Cooper climbed onto the couch beside you, his body hovering over yours, his warmth radiating against your skin. His cock, still hard, brushed lightly against your thigh, but he held back, his focus entirely on you. His eyes met yours, full of tenderness, and he leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. His hands slid up your sides, tracing the curve of your waist with a gentle, deliberate touch.
When he pulled back, he looked down at you with a soft smile, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You know,” he said, his voice low, playful, “I did have a few experiences with girls during college. So, I hope I’m not too rusty.” He winked, the teasing tone making you laugh despite the heat building between you.
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, his hands trailing down your body, guiding your legs apart as he settled between them. The warmth of his skin and the roughness of his words sent a shiver through you, anticipation tightening every muscle in your body.
His kisses grew hungrier, moving from your lips to your neck, and then lower, tracing every curve of your body with a deliberate slowness that drove you crazy. When he reached your hips, he glanced up with a grin, his hands gripping you firmly as he spread you open. The teasing look in his eyes was quickly replaced by pure focus as he lowered his head between your legs.
His tongue was on you in an instant, hot and wet as it dragged over your folds. The sensation made your breath catch, your fingers digging into the couch as he licked you with long, slow strokes, circling your clit before sucking it gently. You gasped, your body reacting to every movement, your hips lifting slightly toward his mouth.
“Mmm,” he groaned against you, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure through your core. “You taste good,” he murmured, his lips brushing your clit before he sucked it into his mouth.
His tongue flicked over your clit in quick, teasing strokes, and you could feel the heat pooling between your legs, the tension building with each movement of his mouth. He wasn’t gentle now—he was all in, licking and sucking with a focused intensity that made your toes curl.
“Fuck,” you breathed, your voice shaky as your legs trembled beneath him.
Cooper chuckled softly, but he didn’t stop. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue delving deep into you, licking you like he was determined to bring you to the edge. His mouth was relentless, sucking on your clit, then swirling his tongue around it before sliding back down to tease your entrance.
You moaned loudly, your back arching as his tongue pushed inside you, fucking you slowly, deeply. He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your entire body, heightening the pleasure.
"Feels like I’ve still got it,” he joked between breaths, his tongue flicking your clit again as he glanced up at you with a playful grin. But his focus never left, and soon he was back to devouring you, his mouth moving with a steady rhythm that had you trembling beneath him.
His tongue worked you over, flicking and circling your clit with precision, driving you closer and closer to the edge. He sucked harder, his lips and tongue moving in perfect sync, and you could feel your orgasm building, that tight coil deep inside ready to snap.
“God, Cooper,” you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair, your hips pressing harder against his mouth as he pushed you closer to release. He didn’t let up, his tongue flicking faster, his lips sucking on your clit with perfect pressure, and your body was teetering on the edge, every nerve on fire.
The combination of his teasing words and relentless mouth sent you spiraling, your body tightening as the pleasure built, ready to explode. Cooper’s tongue worked relentlessly against your clit, flicking faster, sending waves of pleasure rolling through you. You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair as he buried his face deeper between your legs, groaning against you, the sound only adding to the overwhelming sensation.
“Cooper… I’m—” The words barely formed as your body finally gave in.
Your orgasm hit you hard, your body trembling beneath him as a sharp wave of pleasure surged through you. You moaned, loud and breathless, as your hips bucked against his mouth, chasing the sensation, your legs trembling uncontrollably. Cooper held you steady, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he kept his mouth on you, his tongue still flicking over your clit as you came undone.
He didn’t stop, didn’t let up for a second as he worked you through your orgasm, his tongue moving in rhythm with your body as it shook beneath him. Every flick of his tongue sent another jolt of pleasure through you, extending your climax until you were gasping for breath, your body completely overwhelmed.
Finally, as the waves began to subside, Cooper slowed down, his tongue moving in softer strokes now, easing you down from the intensity. Your whole body felt electric, sensitive to every touch, and you could feel your pulse racing as you lay there, breathless, your chest heaving with the effort to catch your breath.
Cooper pulled back slightly, his lips glistening as he looked up at you with a satisfied grin, clearly pleased with himself. “Not too rusty, huh?” he teased, his voice low and playful, though there was still that underlying care in his eyes.
You laughed weakly, still trying to recover from the intensity of your release. “No… definitely not,” you managed to say, your voice shaky, but filled with affection.
Cooper climbed up from between your legs, his body warm and solid as he hovered over you, his hands bracing on either side of your head. He kissed you softly, his lips still tasting of you, but the kiss was slow, tender, a moment of connection after everything you’d just shared.
When he pulled back, his breath was ragged, but his focus remained on you. “I want to make this special for you,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with emotion. “I want to take care of you.”
Your heart pounded in your chest, knowing this was your first time, and the weight of that truth made the moment feel even more intimate. You felt safe with him, knowing that Cooper would be gentle, that he would take his time with you. “I want this,” you whispered, your voice trembling with both excitement and nervousness.
Cooper smiled at you softly, pressing one more kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly. He paused, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. His eyes flickered with that same gentle care as he reached down, his hand sliding toward the pocket of his jeans, which lay crumpled on the floor. He fumbled for a moment, then pulled out his wallet, extracting a small foil packet.
“Let me just…” he murmured, tearing open the condom. He didn’t rush, taking his time to make sure everything was right, his hands steady as he rolled the condom over his cock. There was something comforting in his deliberate movements, his thoughtfulness, making you feel more at ease even though your heart was still racing.
Once the condom was in place, he knelt between your legs again, positioning himself gently, his hands resting on either side of your hips. His eyes met yours, and you could see the tenderness in them, the way he was making sure you felt completely safe.
“You’re sure?” he asked again, his voice soft but serious, giving you one last chance to decide if you were ready.
You swallowed hard, feeling your body tremble beneath him, but you nodded, your hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. “I’m sure,” you whispered, knowing that this was what you wanted, with him.
He leaned down, kissing you again, slower this time, his body pressing closer to yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. The tip of his cock brushed against you, and even through the condom, you could feel the warmth and pressure building. He moved carefully, slowly easing into you, just the tip at first, letting you adjust.
The stretch was unfamiliar, and you gasped softly, your fingers tightening on his shoulders as he entered you. “It’s okay,” Cooper murmured against your lips, his voice full of reassurance. “We’ll take it slow.”
He pushed in further, inch by inch, moving carefully, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. You could feel the pressure of him filling you, the sensation intense but not overwhelming. The discomfort quickly began to ease, replaced by a building sense of pleasure as your body adjusted to the feeling of him inside you.
“You’re doing so good,” Cooper breathed, his voice low and filled with admiration as he bottomed out inside you, his hips pressing gently against yours. He stayed there for a moment, giving you time to get used to the fullness of him, his lips brushing softly against your forehead.
You nodded, your breath shaky but steadying as you became more comfortable with the sensation. “I’m okay,” you whispered, your body relaxing beneath him.
He smiled down at you, his eyes filled with that same care as he started to move, pulling out slowly before sliding back in with a steady, gentle rhythm. The sensation of him moving inside you sent shivers through your body, the pleasure beginning to build with every slow thrust.
He kept his pace slow and deliberate, his hands resting on your hips, his touch grounding you. “How does it feel?” he asked, his voice rough with desire but still focused on you, on making sure you were okay.
You moaned softly, your body responding to him as the pleasure continued to grow. “It feels good,” you breathed, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer as you began to move in sync with his thrusts.
As the rhythm between you grew steadier, the pleasure began to intensify. Your breath quickened, a soft moan escaping your lips as Cooper thrust deeper, but the ache inside you only grew more intense. Without even thinking, driven by the desire burning inside you, your hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your clit as you started to touch yourself, desperate for more.
The moment your fingers made contact, a jolt of pleasure shot through you, adding to the sensation of Cooper moving inside you. You gasped, your hips bucking against him as you circled your fingers over your clit, the added stimulation sending waves of heat through your core.
He groaned above you, his breath catching as he felt your body respond. He glanced down, his eyes darkening as he realized what you were doing. “Fuck…” he breathed, his voice strained with both desire and awe. His hips snapped harder, meeting your need as he pushed into you, his rhythm growing rougher as he tried to match your desperation.
Your fingers worked faster, pressing harder against your clit as the pleasure surged higher, your body trembling beneath him. “Oh God…” you moaned, your voice shaking as you felt yourself hurtling closer to the edge.
His movements became more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he thrust into you, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice hoarse, as he tried to keep control, but you could tell he was just as close as you were.
Your fingers moved faster, the friction and heat overwhelming, your whole body trembling as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity. The pressure coiled tighter in your core, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you rubbed yourself in time with his thrusts.
“Cooper… I’m so close,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible, but the need in it was unmistakable.
“Let go,” he panted, his voice rough and full of desire as he thrust harder, deeper, pushing you closer to that breaking point. “I want to feel you come.”
His words were the final push you needed. Your body tensed, your back arching as the pleasure exploded inside you, your orgasm crashing over you in intense, uncontrollable waves. You cried out his name, your fingers still working your clit as your muscles clenched around him, your entire body shaking with the force of your release.
Cooper groaned loudly, his hips slamming into yours one last time as your orgasm triggered his own. He came with a deep, guttural sound, his body trembling as he filled the condom, his release mixing with the sensation of your body pulsing around him.
He collapsed against you, both of you breathless and trembling from the intensity of what you’d just shared. His forehead rested against yours, his breath hot and uneven as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his body still nestled close to yours.
He stayed close for a moment, his body still hovering over yours, both of you catching your breath. His face softened, the intensity of the moment fading into something more tender. He looked down at you, concern and care filling his eyes.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek.
You nodded, smiling softly, but your body was still buzzing, your limbs a little shaky from the intensity of everything. “Yeah… just a bit overwhelmed,” you admitted, your voice quiet but full of trust.
Cooper’s expression softened even more, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before slowly pulling out of you, careful and deliberate with every movement. He took off the condom and disposed of it in a tissue, moving with a quiet efficiency that showed how much he cared about making sure you were okay.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, kissing your temple before he stood up and grabbed a soft towel from a nearby drawer. He came back, kneeling beside you as he gently wiped between your legs, cleaning you up with such tenderness that it made your heart swell. His touch was careful, respectful, and once he was done, he tossed the towel aside and grabbed a fresh one.
“Let me just get you comfortable,” he said softly, helping you shift on the couch. He reached for a blanket, draping it over your body to keep you warm. He wasn’t rushing; everything about his movements was calm and full of care.
Once you were settled, he slipped in beside you, pulling you close to his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, his hand stroking your hair gently as you nestled against him. The warmth of his body against yours helped ease the lingering shakiness, and his steady breathing anchored you in the calm after the storm.
“How are you feeling now?” Cooper asked after a few moments, his lips brushing your forehead as he spoke.
“Better,” you whispered, the comfort of his arms around you making you feel safe and cared for. “Thank you.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your hair, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles along your back. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
The two of you lay there in silence for a while, his fingers still gently stroking your hair and your back, the intimacy of the moment lingering in the warmth of his touch.
Hi! I just read exposure therapy and omg I need to know if there’s a part 2 in the future. So sorry about your cat, I had to recently put my dog down and it feels like losing a part of you.
i have part 2 3/4's of the way finished
haven't been in the mood to write lately obviously as i can barely get out of bed, but once i feel better i'll finish it
my cat passed today. his name was smokey and he was about 10 years old. we had him scheduled for home euthanasia tomorrow, but he let us know just a few hours ago that it was time so we had to take him to the vet.
thank you to everyone for your kind words and well wishes, i really appreciate it.
Hey! I also found you through exposure therapy and just learned of your tough time with your cat :( i am so sorry to hear that, last year i also had to put my cat to sleep due to cancer (she was the lil sweetie in my pfp, Lisa :'))
It's the absolute worst and I hope you'll get through this time well enough and that you'll still get more years with your other cats!
i am so sorry to hear about lil lisa too, i like hearing about everyone's cats because they're one of my favorite animals and I think they're magical ❣️
thank you so much tho, we still have a few days with him before his appt, we're just trying to pamper him as much as possible.
Sorry to hear about your cat. My kitty was five when we lost him last year :(
It's the literal worst. I've lost two other cats, also to cancer. And after we lose this one we still have two more!! god willing they won't die anytime soon but still :/
Anon who left you the comment about exposure therapy, I just wanted to let you know I am SO sorry about your cat. This is an awful decision you had to make, and I’m sorry you had to do it. Please enjoy the days you have with them and take care of yourself. Sending you so much love and my condolences
it always started off with groans. deep, guttural ones that seemed like he had a beast within him dying to come out when you slipped his tip past your tongue. your ears would perk at how he wasn’t shy to make a sound at every movement you made with your mouth; whether it was your lips kissing down his length or your cheeks sucking against it.
“fuck ! i-i love your mouth !”
gojo turned weak — he let loose. and you lived for it. when you sucked his cock it was as if you were eager to snatch his soul. no fucking around or teasing and being timid, just somehow having the ability to send him into another world.
you wanted his toes to curl and begin to ache as you jacked him off with one hand and another massaged his balls. he could only drop his jaw wide open before you took him fully in your mouth. it was all too much.
but that only meant gojo’s mind was a mess. so his body reacted by itself. he flinched randomly and fidgeted in his spot, ass clenching until you grabbed onto his thighs. how could he concentrate on one thing when you were so fucking good at working on his cock. all he could do was shudder, light gasps escaping his lips as he balled his hands into fists by his side. there was no point laying a hand on your head and forcing you to keep his dick in your mouth when you were already throat fucking him.
“shiiiit, just need your gob round my c-cock, ugh-”
but when it got to that point, gojo turned into a whiny simp (which you loved) and let out the most heavenly moans.
“aah, p-please d-don’t sto- !”
you were past needing to be told what to do — his dick was yours. gojo simply went limp, dick twitching as he released himself in your mouth, balls starting to throb as they rested against your chin.
Hi, I know you're going through a hard time right now so you don't have to answer now, but I've seen you post a bit about JJK - would you ever write for that fandom?
i'd be down, i would probably want to start out writing for my baby geto ^^
i also had to put my cat down last month after he was sick with cancer, so i understand your pain❤️ i hope you can appreciate the time you had with your cat and maybe one day accept that it was for the best.. but until then you should feel the grief and remind yourself that it is only love persevering❤️
putting a pet to sleep is the worst experience, i literally would not wish that shit on my very worst enemy.
i know over time i'll feel better about it, but right now my entire body just feels like shutting down because i'm literally so triggered
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