Cock-blocking Call
TW's: f!ngering, denied cl!max, cock!block
word count: 867
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter sleeping past his alarm, the bed covers a tangled mess and looped chaotically around his legs- last night maybe a little too much fun happened…
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter going to be late for work (and he still needs to pick up donuts) however you don’t care, watching him peacefully snooze through dry eyes, sleep clinging to your lashes. He stirs, just ever so slightly and you hold your breath not wanting to wake him from the much needed slumber.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter finally coming to, face emerging from the crumpled pillow, reddish-brown hair an adorable, fluffy mess like that of a golden retriever. He turns, eyes squinting reflexively from the sudden gleaming rays of sunlight flooding in.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter turning to avoid the blinding beams peeking through sheer curtains. A tired groan escapes him, legs extending into a much needed stretch, yawn accompanying the fatigue. Sheets rustle as he turns to face you fully, sleepy smile curling lips upward.
“Well good morning, sleepyhead,” You tease, running a gentle hand through auburn locs, pushing his hair back.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter blowing a puff of amused air through nostrils, muscles flexing as he wraps an arm around you, your head falling into perfect place atop his bare chest. Gaze flicking to the bedside alarm clock he rubs a hand over his mouth in distaste, sighing again.
“I’m late for work.”
“I know,” you blink up, “what damage will staying for another hour do?..”
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter sensing the flirtatious shift to your tone and feeling your leg intertwine through his, he gets the hint. Much to your liking he rolls you flat onto your back, although keeps one leg hooked around his waist, body now partially braced over yours.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter inching his leg up higher to brush your folds, already wet, slick spreading across his hip. Knee skimming your sensitive bud you involuntarily shiver, little spout of pleasure rippling through your core.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter chuckling softly upon noticing your arousal, fingertips dipping to draw slow circles on your inner thigh. He questions, “You sure?” through a whisper and you nod, replying with a certain, “Yes.”
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter slipping his hand down further, thumb travelling to knead unhurried figure eights on your clit, moving with a lazy pattern. Instinctively you hum, eyes half-lidded, allowing your posture to relax and melt entirely into him.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter catching the needy look painting your features- lip snagged between teeth, brows crossed awaitingly. So, he parts your wet slit, index finger teasing, tracing your entrance before pushing into the aching hole.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter pumping in and out with a perfected ease, second digit joining, stroking velvety walls and most importantly nudging that delicate, spongy part deep inside. Slowly your hips rock, moving to meet the rhythm of his hand and your mouth falls open letting the first, small moan escape.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter taking his other hand up, delivering a teasing squeeze to the hardened nipple of your left breast. You moan again, this time nails reflexively reaching out to cut harsh crescent moons into his bicep, a lame attempt to ground yourself.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter having to spread your legs open wider as they’d naturally locked, thighs tensed and making the come-hither motions of his wrist a struggle. He can feel you clench, walls fluttering around his fingers and once the mumble of his name pours out, he recognises that tightness of his own pelvis building steadily down below.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter knowing your orgasm is close, lengthy digits scaling all over your g-spot- and fast. You cling to him, lick of sweat decorating your brow much like the juices dribbling down his forearm, the sight a familiar one and by now it seems your fluids are his personal accessory.
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter working quickly, fingering your cunt at quite literally the speed of lightning. Heat coils faster than anticipated, body being brought to the brink of climax when suddenly-
Brrr! Brrr!
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter pulling his two slick fingers out like it’s nothing, like he hasn’t just denied you a back arching, eye rolling, leg shaking orgasm. He rolls over, snatches the Nokia off the bedside cabinet and accepts the call (though not without grimacing upon reading who was calling.)
“Uh-huh,” He nods, “Alright, I’ll be there.”
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter setting the phone down again, turning hesitantly to you with a semi-sympathetic look, “Sorry, crime scene. I have to go.” A brief kiss is planted to your temple before covers are thrown back, boxers being reached for, yet you continue to lay there, frozen in utter disbelief.
“You’re coming over tonight, right?”
He nods again, snatching jeans from the floor, “Sure.”
Thinking about boyfriend Dexter pulling on clothes in an almost frenzy, disappointment sinking in as he has to unfortunately tuck his half-hard cock away. You watch on, equally angry at him for stopping, but also for whoever that muffled voice was.
Green eyes widen in humour of the inconvenience, him joking, “One hell of a cock-block.”
“And I’m going to kill whoever that was.”
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A/N: first oneshot, i hope this was enjoyable and thanks for reading <3
