⟢summary: In which you are in polyamorous relationship with your two roommates, Aegon and Aemond.
Aegon decides to surprise you by paying for your nails.
⟢pairing: Modern! Aegon ii Targaryen x Modern! Aemond Targaryen x Reader
⟢warnings: 18+, MDNI, modern setting, modern AU, smut, attempt at humor lol, cockwarming, polyamory, hinted threesome, mentioned recording of sexual acts, Aegon is stressed, Aegon is a porn star, Aemond just wants to watch his Caseoh stream in peace, crack fic btw.
⟢wc: 1,251
A/N:
for context: I'm planning to write a mini series (3-4 chapters) of reader being roommates with Aegon and Aemond. this is them now, in the future, in a relationship.
And could be read as a standalone.
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Aftershocks of pleasure tingled down your trembling thighs as you let out a satisfied sigh for the third time today. Your arms reached for the comfy cushion of the couch but Aemond’s fingers dug deep in your hip bones keeping you in place.
“Do not dare,” Aemond gave you a look of warning. You whined, letting yourself fall on his chest with him still inside of you while his release slowly began trickling down the sides of your thighs.
Aemond’s attention went back to the tv screen, replaying a recorded stream from the start seeing as you interrupted his special screen time by sitting on his lap. And that did not go well, being in such close proximity made both you snap into animalistic hunger.
“Oh, there you both are!” Aegon’s voice chirped from the entrance door. There was a skip in his step as the short brother made his way to the living room. “I’ve been calling your phone for the past hour and it sends me straight to voicemail.”
“I got busy.” You replied, side eyeing an unbothered Aemond while motioning your lower half where you still were connected.
Aegon’s deep eyes of violet turned into a darker shade as he fixated where his brother’s vast length stretched your precious cunt. Aegon thought about lifting you up from Aemond’s cock and settling you down on his, fucking you the way you loved to be taken by him. Though when Aemond was not in a mood for you to be shared, he tended to be quite possessive of you.
“I can see that very well.” Aegon stated, his fingers reaching for the combined arousals leaking around your folds and took them inside his mouth, his tongue swirled at the taste of you and Aemond.
“She started it.” Aemond mumbled.
Aegon chuckled at your expression. “I was calling because you are my date to the AVN awards and I wanted to make sure everything was set for the day.”
Ah yes. Months ago when the video of you being shared by two brothers went viral across Aegon’s website, his followers requested for more of you. At first you were reluctant, you only wanted to be in one video and not a constant guest in Aegon’s porn videos. Most of his followers were women and you feared that his account would decline in followers after that.
However, oddly enough it was the opposite.
In the end you agreed with the condition of keeping your identity a secret, like Aemond did when he appeared in videos with a balaclava mask and black paint to conceal the parts of his face that were on display.
Though there were those in the Seven Kingdoms that knew it was Aemond. But the one-eyed Targaryen would never confirm it publicly.
Shortly after you agreed to be in almost every video, Aegon informed you that he was nominated for an AVN award in Vegas. You were confused and a slight bit curious at what that was until Aemond enlightened you that it was basically the ‘Oscars of porn’. To which Aegon begged of you to come on his knees.
He even bought you a Serenei, which was a luxurious Lysene purse more sought out and pricer than the Birkin Bag. Its beauty and craftsmanship was unlike any other bag you owned and it was all to try to get you to come.
He almost bought you another one when you finally said yes.
“Yes, everything is set for tomorrow. I even set multiple alarms for when the glam team comes bright and early.” At that you scrunch your nose. You weren’t a morning person and never could be.
“You have a dress–”
“I bought her a dress and it’s at the cleaners being steamed.” Aemond snapped as you felt him softened inside of you. “You must relax, brother. This isn’t your first award nor the last.”
Aegon huffed as he began checking the checklist in his mind. You’ve never seen Aegon look this stressed since the pregnancy scare you had a couple months ago.
Aemond bought you a beautiful pink floral silk dress and a pair of white strappy heels. You adored it so much that you wore it in the comfort of your room, seeing as you never owned fancy looking dresses like this one.
Aegon proceeded to book you a day at the spa after you went shopping with Aemond. It was peaceful and calming the way the estheticians massaged your body and face. You remembered when your eyes snapped open in astonishment as you felt hot wax being applied all over your body.
At the end you walked out bright red like a plucked chicken.
“And what about your nails?” Aegon wondered, scooting closer to grab your hands. “What about them?” You answered back as Aegon studied both hands. “What if I pay for them to be done? Is that something you’d be interested in?”
You hummed. You admit you’ve never thought about getting your nails done. You didn’t dislike the idea. Most of the women you worked with had their nails done quite splendidly and often felt left out from it.
“Well if you’re paying for it, sure why not.” You chuckled. Aegon smiled, pleased about this. “Good. But first let me have a taste of you before we go.”
Your eyes widened as Aegon moved you from Aemond’s lap and dove straight into your gushing pussy. His tongue did wonders, swirling and sucking your swollen bud while Aemond grabbed ahold of your jaw, facing him as he devoured your lips in a kiss.
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Hours later you found yourself sitting in a salon chair, waiting to be attended to. Aegon accompanied you as promised with the condition he’d choose the nail design himself. You let him do it and it was entertaining watching him pick out nail colors from the shelf.
However, some of the workers became concerned by the amount of polishes he had in his arms, so much so that a technician almost ran to service him instead of you.
“Hi, is there a specific shade you’re looking for?” The nail technician asked.
“Yes, I’m stuck between these two shades. I can’t tell if I’m– I mean the picture is an apricot pink or a peachy pink.” Aegon answers as he holds two out of many polishes in his hand. The technician leans over his shoulder for a quick assessment until she informs him the picture is a mixture of both.
Aegon looks at you with a proud and satisfactory expression before you both follow the nail technician to a station. You go over the shape and length you wanted: almond and not too long where you’d poke your eye out or interrupt with your work.
In the end, you admired the color of your nails. Aegon even let the technician add a white flower design in one nail, for a pop of color. It also happened to match the color of dress and heels perfectly.
“I just love the color of my nails!” You beamed as you snapped a picture in your phone to send it to Aemond.
“I knew you would,” Aegon pulled his lips into a smirk. You quirked a brow, watching Aegon pull out his own phone from his back pocket, handing it to you to unlock.
“You did?”
Aegon nodded as you zoomed out of the picture that he used for reference. Once the picture came in full view, you shrieked.
“It’s the color of my tip.”
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⟢notes: this is a crack fic that I got pressured to write by @gawkgokgok
Summary: Billy is found completely taken off guard when a ghosted one night stand accosts him at the pub | Word Count: 4.5k~ | Warnings: fingering, inferred intercourse, handjob
The first day that the numbers hit double digits in the UK may as well have been a wildlife documentary.
Billy could basically hear it, the slow, posh drawl of Sir David Attenborough observing a pack of zealous lads, dressed in varying shades of the same Zara shorts. A group of girls blubbering gossip between each other like turkeys with a vape in one hand and a Sex on the Beach in the other. All the way down to the 60-odd year old regular who hated all this bollocks and just came for a quiet one like he does any other day, filling it with the illusion of a routine since being newly retired.
That's what he thought as he looked around the Bull's Head Pub. The weather had promised an incredible 18 degrees. In one corner, an underpaid bar staff member delivered a pitcher of Stella Artois to a rowdy group of barely legal lads. Through the doorway to the beer garden, smoke billowed around the glowing, tanned shoulders of the al-fresco types. Conversations and laughter carried by the scent of a barbeque a few doors down the road and the blare of some boy racer's Ford Fiesta churning out a tinny version of Vengaboys.
It was well and truly rammed. He'd half been tempted to invite someone out with him for a quick one, and soon, he would wish he had. Instead he'd chanced it on his own. The bar staff barely looked at him as she laid a pint in front of him, the foam spilled over the edge and soaking his forearm. The head was too thick, but Billy didn't care, or rather was too nervous to call it out. He tapped his card and ventured outside, greeted by the inviting wall of warmth, palming his back pocket for his pack of fags.
There was no chance in hell of getting a seat. With a quick sip to relieve the very brim of his pint glass, he found a standing spot close to the exit, and with a sense of relief, stuck the butt of his cigarette between his lips. The brief sense of ease was soon interrupted.
"Billy! Oh my god!"
He had never been good at schooling his expressions, his mum told him so when she told him how easy it was to tell when he was lying. He knew that voice, that excited, needy cadence he'd rather forget. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he could convince himself that no, this wasn't happening, he was in fact not in the Bull's Head about to open his eyes to a woman he ghosted after a one night stand.
But alas, his eyes opened to the side and there she was. Practically bouncing with excitement, eyes all wide and hopeful, like he'd come here to see her specifically.
Right now, he wished he was on the moon.
"Oh…hiya," he muttered, pulling the cigarette from his lips unlit to not seem impolite.
"Fancy seeing you here!" she beamed, "god, how long's it been."
Not long enough. "Oh, uh, dunno," he laughed awkwardly. His eyes couldn't stay still. He scanned the beer garden, almost begging for someone else he knew to save him. That's the thing about coming to the pub on your own at risk of seeing the crazy girl you snuck out on months ago. Nobody to be your saviour when she sinks her claws in.
"Must be, what, a few months?" she went on, not waiting for him to answer. "You look well."
"Yeah. Cheers," Billy said, scratching the back of his neck. He glanced down at his pint like it might suddenly offer him an exit strategy, "you an’ all."
Fuck, why did I say that, now she's gonna think—
"Didn’t think I’d ever bump into you again, if I’m honest," she rocked slightly on her heels, hands clasped behind her back like she was trying to look casual.
"Mm," he hummed, taking a sip just to have something to do with his mouth.
At the silence, he expected her to at least make an excuse, but she didn't leave.
"So… you here on your own, yeah?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Yeah. Just—quick one," he said quickly, already half turning his body away like that might end it. "Won’t be long. I'm actually just about to go—"
"You’ve got a full pint," she pointed out.
"Yeah I've just—got work dead early tomorrow morning—"
"I could keep you company if you want!" she offered, "my mates are inside anyway, they’re doing my head in."
She was edging closer to the empty spot beside him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"And, I mean," she went on, "after last time… feels a bit rude to just—"
Billy’s entire body tensed. "Yeah, let’s maybe not—"
"—you know," she continued anyway, smiling, "wake up and you’re just gone. Thought I’d scared you off or something."
"You didn’t—" he started, already flustered, running a hand over his face. "It weren’t like that, I just—"
"So I reckon you owe me at least one drink—"
"There you are."
A woman stood there, about his age, maybe even a year or two older, one hand resting lightly on the ledge beside him like she’d always belonged there. She gave him a small smile, then lifted herself to her toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
"You were meant to text me when you got here," she said, like it was an ongoing conversation. Like they knew each other, and had done all this time. He just hoped this car crash of an abandoned one night stand didn't see the shock in his eyes.
Billy blinked. "I—"
"Sorry," she said, turning to the other girl with a polite but pointed look, masked with a smile. "Didn’t realise he’d found someone to chat to."
The girl froze, hovering awkwardly. "Oh— I— sorry, I didn’t—"
"It’s alright," the woman said smoothly, her hand brushing against his arm like it was second nature. "He’s terrible for it. Wanders off, forgets he’s got a girlfriend waiting."
Billy stared at her, completely thrown, but she didn’t even look at him, just reached for his pint and took a casual sip. If he weren't so frozen, he'd have been offended. Pints aren't cheap these days.
The girl’s expression shifted, something like embarrassment flickering across her face. "Right. Yeah. I didn’t know."
An awkward silence dropped like a brick.
"Well," the girl said, straightening up quickly, "I’ll… leave you to it then."
"Cheers," Billy muttered automatically, still trying to catch up with what the hell was happening.
She gave him one last look, half annoyed and half sheepish, then turned and made a quick escape back inside. Billy watched her go for a second, then slowly turned his head towards the woman beside him.
"…what…the fuck?" he said.
She finally looked at him, raising an eyebrow, completely unfazed. "You’re welcome."
He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "Sorry, who are you?"
"Calm down," she said, taking another sip of his drink like she owned it. "You looked like you were about two seconds from jumping the fence."
"…I was considering it," he admitted.
"Yeah, well," she shrugged, nudging the pint back into his hand, "no need now, is there?"
He stood like a pillock, pint rapidly losing its bite in his hand with the condensation running over his knuckles. If he weren't so self aware in this moment his mouth would have been agape, catching flies. Was this a dream, he needed to pinch himself.
"Well, if the weather didn't cure my seasonal depression, that's done the job."
She hummed with a tilted, almost devious smile on her lips. Her head gestured loosely behind, "who was that, then? A failed conquest?"
"Something along those lines," he scoffed lightly.
"Wouldn't pin you for the type."
He drew his brows together, leaning sideways on so he could see her straight on. At this angle, the perfect, glowing orange line of the sun through the fence slid past the side of her face, down her neck.
"What type is that, then?"
Her eyes lit up like he'd taken the bait, "the type to run out on a girl before she's woken up."
Billy felt the small bead of sweat slide down his face from his temple, his lips parted to take in breath as if flustered suddenly by her. Her eyes traced the moist line it left behind on his face briefly, but no disgust passed her features, her eyes simply traced back to his blue ones, a faint lifting of her lips showing him she was delighted in how she made him feel.
"Drink?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, "reckon you owe me one, for saving you and all."
His heart fluttered, and a near-boyish smile threatened to break across his face. Something dipped in his stomach at the cheeky tone of her voice. Like they had known each other for ages.
Ten minutes later, after braving the bar a second time, a cocktail was placed into her hands and he watched her take a short, introductory sip. Conversation continued easily, despite Billy having seen the aforementioned one-night-stand slip away about half an hour ago. He had wanted to say that she didn't have to stay and talk to him anymore, that she didn't have to waste her breath talking to a guy like him. She'd done her good deed. But the more they spoke, and every now and then, when he said something that made her tip her head back and laugh, that little burrow of self-consciousness began to slowly fade away.
And somewhere between pint two and her finishing the cocktail, she became really pretty. Well— she was always pretty, it's just he was only now dwelling on it.
She raised her near-empty glass, "good choice, this. Two more of these and I'll be texting people I shouldn't."
Billy smirked lazily into his pint. "That so?"
"Oh yeah," she nodded solemnly. "Absolutely humiliating behaviour. One time I had this ex blocked, so I actually e-mailed him to tell him I missed him. E-mail! Who does that."
"You did not e-mail him…" he said blankly.
"I know," she groaned, covering her face briefly. There was a faint, hot flush to her cheeks as she hid her expression away for a moment, one Billy was no doubt sharing as he felt the sting of a sunburn under his eyes. Alcohol buzzed through his blood, and whatever pain was beginning to bloom from sun exposure was soon extinguished. Interrupted by her addictive presence.
The moment the sun faltered behind a house in the distance, her eyes snapped up. It was getting dark, and she was clearly surprised how much time had passed since she'd saved his wounded pride. Billy's heart hammered, shit, he didn't want this to end. Not one bit. His lips parted just as hers did. She's gonna say 'I should go home' or 'thanks for tonight, it's been fun' and he couldn't let her. Whatever came out his mouth was so quick his brain didn't even catch up to the words.
"Do you want to come to mine."
A sentence uttered so quick, he was surprised she even understood him. Her eyebrows lifted slightly, and he immediately felt the crawl of heat up the back of his neck. He cleared his throat, blinking away as if he was suddenly unable to look at her directly, more interested in the circle of moisture his glass had left behind on the ledge. "I mean— you don't have to. Obviously." He gave a short, embarrassed laugh at himself, "that sounded a bit—"
"Fast?" she offered, amused, but not mean or teasing.
"Yeah," he breathed, all the confidence suddenly evaporating.
The beer garden had thinned out around them. Now instead of loud chatter he could hide within, he could only hear the rustle of the warm, summer wind against the grass, and the low music easing through the outdoor speakers.
"I just meant," he started, talking too much because it was better than suffering in silence he immediately perceived as rejection, "we could carry on talking. If you wanted to."
Her grin widened, "thought you 'had work early' tomorrow."
Billy shut his eyes briefly. "Right."
She let out a breathy laugh, "you're a terrible liar, you know. She saw right through that."
His blue eyes sparkled, alcohol fuelling his boyish cheek, "well, good job my schedule freed up when you came along, eh."
The teasing in her expression flickered slightly at that. Dangerous territory now. He could see it in her eyes, the slight dilation of her pupils. She grabbed her bag, slinging the strap over one shoulder.
"Suppose I should make sure you don’t get cornered by any more emotionally attached women."
"Very noble of you."
She winked, and if he were sat down, his knees would have buckled. He even righted too quickly, banging his elbow against the ledge and sending the glasses rattling. But she didn't comment, she'd done plenty of teasing tonight. She followed him at his side out the beer garden and he was suddenly unsure what to do with his hands, so he simply shoved them in his pockets, heat rising up his neck to his ears.
It was mercifully a short walk to his flat. Had anyone seen his face, they'd think she was leading him to the back to the firing squad.
"You suddenly look terrified again."
His head whipped to her, caught out. At his full height he had to look down at her a fair bit. Think of something, Billy, quick. "Just trying to work out if my flat’s clean."
"Ah." She nodded sympathetically. "A universal male experience."
"It’s tidy-ish."
She crossed her arms across her chest. With the sun beginning to set, the chill caught her shoulders a bit. "How tidy we talking."
"There may be clothes on a chair."
"One chair or the chair?"
"Do women have the chair too?"
By the time they reached his building, talking had become effortless again. Easy smiles. Gentle nudges of shoulders. The kind of warmth that made him feel lighter than he had in months. At the front door, Billy fumbled his keys twice before getting the right one in. The nervous energy was quite sweet. Like it was his first day on earth.
He immediately regretted his confidence in telling her his flat was 'tidy-ish' the moment he stepped in. Billy was suddenly hyper-aware of the toppled pile of shoes near his door, the dirty plates in the sink, and the way the floor leading into the living room seemed cluttered with charging cables and a few wayward socks. Embarrassed heat rose further up the nape of his neck, he half-thought of sacking it off altogether, but she was already inside, politely pulling off her trainers as he presumed she did entering any stranger's home.
He rubbed the back of his neck, so high strung that he forgot to even take off his own shoes as he turned to the small kitchen, frantically trying to stack the dirty tea mugs into the sink without breaking one of them. She tried not to watch, but couldn't help but pull her lips together to stop smiling, seeing that her presence had the same effect on him as it had several hours ago. She leaned against the kitchen doorway, looking around. She’d seen plenty of lads’ places, some absolute dives. This one wasn’t bad, all things considered. A bit messy, lived-in, but not grim.
"You can breathe, you know. I’m not gonna bite…unless you ask nicely."
Billy froze mid-reach for another mug, ears going pink. He let out a breathy laugh that was more nerves than humour. "Yeah, sorry. I’m shit at this. Been a while since I brought anyone back here. Can I… get you a drink or something? I’ve got beer. Or tea. Or— fuck, I don’t even know if I’ve got milk."
There was something strangely endearing about how undone he was. Most lads at the pub had been loud, cocky, trying too hard. And here Billy was, all broad shoulders and barely-contained panic in his own kitchen, and she found herself liking it more than she expected.
She laughed through her nose and pushed off the wall, picking a piece of fluff off his shirt that wasn't even there, just an excuse to get closer to him. She could smell some sort of Lynx on him. No doubt he'd doused himself in it before coming out.
"I don’t want a drink, Billy," she whispered, watching the confusion spread across his face for a moment before leaning up on her tip toes, not giving him time to blurt out an answer, and slid her hand to the back of his neck to pull him down to her lips. At first it was slow, as if she was testing how much he'd be into it, but slowly her lips moulded against his so perfectly that she felt his shoulders relax, a shaky exhale and his hands raising from his sides to hover over her body. A low, broken sound rumbled in Billy’s throat as he melted instantly, all that nervous energy dissolving under the slow press of her mouth.
Her lips were skilled as she worked his to her own rhythm, her gentle tongue easing his apart to taste the remnants of beer, malty and deep, and right now, indulgent. Her fingers curled into the damp strands of dark blonde at his neck, and she smirked against his lips at the barely contained whimper he couldn't quite keep to himself. Confidence soared through Billy's blood, assisted by Dutch courage, and his hands splayed against her waist, pulling her towards him slightly to feel the soft press of her breasts against his chest.
Her other hand on his chest twisted into his shirt, encouraging his body towards her as she walked backwards, her back meeting the wall of the kitchen with a soft thud. She kept Billy close to her, mouths moving more insistently now as their need spiked.
She inhaled sharply as she felt his fingers at the hem of her skirt, feeling electric against the bare skin of her thigh.
Their lips broke briefly for Billy to whisper, 'this alright?'. And she felt her cheeks flush at the gentle charm of him simply asking. She nodded eagerly, her hand coming down to his to encourage this behaviour she enjoyed so much.
Billy's foot nudged hers, widening her legs so his knee could slip between them, and she exhaled softly as she craned her neck for his lips to graze the sensitive skin there. With her eyes fluttering shut, his hand slid beneath the hem and found her warm centre.
He was slow, almost gentle in his approach, his fingers coaxing her core to life through her underwear. She could feel that tightening in her gut and the rush of arousal heading south where he was so perfectly touching her, right as he captured her lips again to swallow her quiet whine. The thick pads of his fingers teased her entrance before hooking through the gusset, pulling it aside so he could feel her bare slickness against his skin. Billy almost groaned into her mouth, she was so wet. And she met that needy sound with a small, breathy smirk.
"You're being so gentle…" she teased breathily.
Billy pulled back just enough to look at her. A crooked, half-shy smile tugged at his lips, but his voice was rough when he answered. "Yeah? You want me to stop being gentle?"
A spark of excitement ran through her at that. She rather liked this tipsy, slightly confident side of him. A half-shocked, breathy laugh escaped her lips, but it cut off instantly as two thick fingers slid into her effortlessly, stretching her open in one smooth, deliberate push. The sudden fullness pulled a soft, needy gasp from her throat. "Oh fuck…" she breathed, eyes fluttering.
He held them deep for a long moment, savouring the way she pulsed around him, before he began to move. She could tell his mind was on his movements the entire time, as if wondering when he'd fuck it up. But like this, she's not sure he ever could have. Tentatively, his thumb grazed her small bundle of nerves, by accident at first, but when he felt the velvet of her walls pull him in every time he did, he doubled his efforts, building that delicious pressure higher and higher.
His own breath hitched when he felt her bold fingers at the zipper of his jeans, not wanting to make him feel left out of course. The bulge there was unmistakable, straining against the denim. She palmed him through the fabric first, squeezing gently, feeling him twitch under her touch.
With a small, wicked smile, she tugged at the zip, slipped her hand inside and past the waistband of his boxers, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He was hot and heavy in her grip as she began to stroke him confidently from base to tip, twisting her wrist on the upstroke in a move that sent electricity right up his spine.
"Jesus Christ…" Billy muttered, voice strained, forehead dropping to rest against hers. His fingers faltered inside her for a second as she pumped him with long, sensual strokes, spreading the wetness at his tip down his length. Their hips rolled into each others touch, chasing that delicious sensation over and over.
She kept stroking him steadily, matching the pace of his fingers inside her, squeezing a little tighter when his thumb pressed firmer against her clit. Billy’s hips jerked forward into her fist, a low, guttural sound rumbling in his chest, one that made her smile knowingly that she was driving him to the brink, insane.
She felt his stomach muscles clench, his breathing grow ragged as she stroked him more insistently, throbbing in her palm. He was close and she could feel it. But before she could relish in the wicked thrill of making him cum before her, his other hand grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Fuck— wait," he gasped, voice tight with restraint.
He didn’t explain. He didn’t pull her hand away completely either. He simply held her wrist firmly against his lower stomach, her fingers still curled loosely around the base of his cock, feeling every frantic throb while he kept her there.
A flicker of confusion passed her until Billy prodded a third finger into her. The stretch was instant but welcome, and she near melted at the feeling, impossibly full. His palm pressed firmly against her clit with every slow thrust, grinding in tight, slick circles that sent sparks across her vision.
"Billy…" she whimpered, the sound broken and needy.
The wet, obscene sounds of his hand working between her thighs grew louder, slick and filthy in the quiet flat. The pleasure built fast and heavy, coiling tight in her belly. Her thighs started to shake around his knee, her free hand clutching desperately at his shoulder. She couldn’t protest. She couldn’t even think. All she could do was moan softly against his shoulder as the orgasm crashed over her without warning.
She clenched violently around his fingers as he rode the wave with her, her lips parted with a broken cry, muffled into his shirt. She grinded against every curve of his fingers, drawing it out as long as she could until her vision blurred and her knees felt like nothing.
Billy groaned low at the feeling as if it were giving him just as much satisfaction, his grip on her wrist tightened as he held her close, savouring every gasp and tremble like it was his reward. Only when her body finally began to relax, slick walls still fluttering around him, did he slowly ease his three fingers out of her.
She let out a shaky exhale at the loss, her body still buzzing. For a moment she just leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath, cheeks burning hot.
"Why didn’t you let me…" she asked breathily, her voice husky and a little dazed, glancing down at where her hand still rested against him.
Billy swallowed hard, perspiration shimmered against his temples, turning his sandy blonde hair darker. "I was gonna come."
So matter of fact.
She let out a soft, breathless laugh, "that's kind of the point, Billy?"
He gave her a crooked smile, looking almost shy and disarmingly sweet. "Yeah, but if I did… then I can’t… after," he mumbled, ears going red.
"Oh? So there’s an after, is there?"
Billy huffed, half embarrassed and turned on at the same time as the colour of his cheeks joined the one at the tips of his ears.
"…Yeah?" he said, hopeful and a little uncertain, like he was still half-expecting her to change her mind.
She grinned, sliding her hand up to rest against his chest. "Good. Because I’m in your flat this time, so you can’t slip out on me like you probably do after a pint and a chat."
His face lit up, baby blue eyes turning a shade brighter with the relief and genuine happiness. He looked younger like that, all sweet and excited like he'd won the lottery by keeping her here with him.
Without another word, he bent slightly, slid one arm under her thighs and the other around her back, and lifted her effortlessly. She let out a surprised little laugh as her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms looping around his neck. He carried her out of the kitchen and down the short hallway, his mouth brushing lazy kisses along her jaw the whole way.
He nudged the bedroom door open with his shoulder and gently deposited her onto the bed, following her down so his body hovered over hers. The mattress dipped under their combined weight, sheets cool against her heated skin.
Her eyes met his above her, hair fanned out against his bedsheets. Billy couldn't have come up with a better view if he'd tried.
A proper smile broke across Billy's face, warm and boyish. He leaned in and kissed her once, slow and tender, before murmuring against her lips, "as if I ever would."
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Summary: The party you are in is boring, so you ask a cute nerd guy to leave with you... that is, until you find out this is his birthday party. Maybe a gift and a happy birthday will fix his sad evening.
✧Pairing: Michael Gavey x Fem!Reader
✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v, virginity loss, oral (m receiving), overall sweet, michael being a total nerd virgin.
✧Word Count: 7.8k
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note: so i saw this tweet in my 2020 ig histories and i said... michael gavey coded, and here we are. Here is the original tweet (wendy and joy from red velvet haha) and AGAIN this is infinite i swear i am allergic to write things under 5k
Michael couldn’t be more excited. He looks proudly at the poster indicating the date and place of his birthday.
Nothing too glamorous, he rented one of the halls for hire in Oxford, the same one that they used for the Christmas party that (to no one’s surprise) he wasn’t invited. But he intended to do something fun about it, with the pool table and maybe some game algebraic beer pong. Who knows? It was his birthday, so he did the rules.
And he had a few friends he could invite, of course, renting a whole hall seems…. exaggerated, but truly, he couldn’t get a pool table in his room. He paid for this only for the pool table. Besides, he liked his Norman no mates friends. Friends if you could call them that; they were as friend to him as Oliver Quick once was. Just that this once… he won’t get too attached.
Well, ‘friends’ would actually be mates from the chess club, so they weren’t exactly popular these days. They barely had a girl in the group, so they weren’t great with girls either. Besides, the only other girl that he knew had agoraphobia so… it wasn’t happening.
His mum made some little biscuits and cupcakes for his day, since she came to have a little celebration just for him and her in a near-by cafe at college. He could skip a few classes to be with his mum on his birthday, after all.
The night started interestingly. The space was obviously much larger than what he thought it could be, so they hung around the couch and the pool table. He felt the victory as he won two chess matches and a pool game. Maybe it was birthday luck, since everything was coming up as great.
As they talked about which opening was their favourite, Michael heard a little knock. Once he approached the crystal door, he saw Oliver with Felix by his side, with some liquor bottles.
Michael frowned a bit, as he was pretty sure he rented the room, he did it with a lot of anticipation and made sure no one else did before him. And it was crystal clear that he didn’t invite Oliver. Sure, in their friendship, he once or twice talked about doing something about his birthday, but he never invited Oliver.
“Hey Mikey” Oliver says, with an shit eating grin, and Michael has to roll his eyes, by how smug and prideful he looked. An absolute jerk, if you asked him. Oliver didn’t even wear his glasses anymore, and was all parties and relevancy thanks to Felix. “Come on”
Before Michael could stop them, Oliver passes by his side, as Felix follows him patting Michael’s shoulder with a smirk (he could swear it was in a patronising way) and people follow from behind as Oliver looks in the room for the music speaker of the rented room.
Michael walked as the crowd quickly dispersed, and he grabbed the few gifts he received, and looked at his distressed mates.
“Oliver you cannot be here, I rented the room” Michael screams as the room noise is quick to appear, so different from the silence of their small reunion.
“I saw your pamphlet” Oliver says nonchalantly as he successfully manages to get the aux cable. “Birthday, eh?” He says mockingly
“I rented it! You have to get out” He says almost screaming, as the same way he did once they met, when he asked Oliver to say a sum for him to say.
“If you can get all of us out, mate… sure” Oliver shrugs, clearly not minding.
Michael looks defeated. Even if he stands there, angry, with the few gift bags on his hands, he feels embarrassed. He wanted to do one nice thing for himself, just once. It wasn’t as cheap to rent a hall for his birthday (he couldn’t do it anywhere else, truly, but he thinks that maybe the pub would have been nice even if few of his mates didn’t drink beer)
The room fills very quickly, sitting on the couches and talking as they get vases with something to drink, or beer cans.
“Michael” two of his friends approach him, and he looks at them “We could rescue the biscuits and the cake” They say proudly as they have it in his hands.
He couldn’t fake to look at least smug, so he nods a bit numbly. “Yeah, sure.” He says a bit disoriented, looking around “The rest left?”
“This was not a party, we assumed…”
“Not really our thing. Though Tim and Steve stayed to see if they could get any girls”
Michael hums, and he doesn’t know what to exactly think, since he didn’t expect this. He was organised, he liked things to be as he already planned. It made him secure, and it was only logical. But this interruption made him anxious.
“I gotta save the pool balls” He says to his friends “They are going to fine me if I lose one of them”
“What… we do with this?” His friend asks about the food.
“Uhm… take the biscuits with you…” Michael says. “And the cake… leave it on the library next to the pool table, and hide it… please”
As he collects the pool balls, and walks upstairs to return them, he is very downhearted. He remembers the time that he invited his friends from school and only his cousins and his neighbour appeared to his party; very embarrassing and he hated celebrating his birthday with a party ever since. It was mostly his mum and granny, with his dog and cat. Nothing else, nothing too fancy.
He comes back for the cake as he tries to explain the situation to the people that manage the rented halls, there was not much for them to do, and he is suspicious that maybe Oliver or Felix paid them to keep the room. At least they promised not to charge if anything broke, and he was happy with that.
So, money wasted, party ruined and they couldn’t even sing to him happy birthday.
He walks from between the crowd as he steals a beer. Fuck it, it wasn’t eve stealing since they ruined his party. He takes a break, since he feels really discouraged. He knows his mates are not really social butterflies, but more leaning to being socially anxious. He might need to apologise, and even face the idea that they might be annoyed at him, and maybe they’ll kick him out from the chess team.
He drinks his beer, looking at how Oliver and Felix hyped the whole thing out, people sitting on the pool table… He hopes his cake is intact. He looks at his beer can as he move it a little to stir the liquid (he totally doesn’t want to look miserable AND like an imbecile)
“Hey” A voice calls him as he drinks from his beer. He has to look up to the prettiest girl that has ever approached him, probably. You wear a pink pleated mini skirt, with a short baby pink hoodie that he could see your bright pink bra underneath. God, it was a lot of pink in one person.
You look at him as he blinks a bit, and you look at him with an alluring smile as if waiting for him to say something, and once he doesn’t, you continue.
“This party is kinda boring” you start saying, with a soft smile and a bright in your eyes as you look at him, doing all your best efforts to flirt with him “Do you wanna leave together?”
Michael blinks a bit as he looks at you, trying to process the words in his head but he fails. “Uh… this is my birthday party” he admits embarrassed and awkwardly, as he looks away to not face the shame, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
“Oh” you say looking at him, your smile fading a bit, a bit worried about your comment. “Oh, I’m sorry” you say, grabbing his forearm. “Didn’t mean to be rude”
“No problem” he says, looking at how your hand rests on his forearm, almost caressing it slowly.
“I suppose you didn’t invite all these people, did you? It was kind of a last minute call” you say looking at him, actually interested in him. “You seem pretty out of place for that”
“No… It was for me and my mates”
“Ohh…” You say looking around, and you feel a bit of pity, which he doesn’t want nor needs. “Well, I would have brought a gift.” You say, trying to cheer him up “What is your name?”
Did they send you to make fun of him? Must be.
“Michael Gavey” He says, and he refuses to look at you, not to give you or them the satisfaction.
“Michael” you repeat, and you tell him your name too. “You are cute” you add.
He blushes and looks at you as if you just insulted him, his eyes open and he frowns a bit. He turns his head away in shame.
“Thank you” he murmurs, not sure of what to think.
“So… your birthday is today.” You say tapping your thighs a bit. “How… randomly, I didn’t know”
“I like my birthday” He murmurs, drinking his beer hesitantly “Tis’ the day of Pi”
“Day of Pie?” You ask frowning, your arms in your back as you lean in the wall.
“Of Pi” he repeats “Like the pi from maths”
“Ohh, the circle thing” You say nodding and smiling, as you now understand. “Why is it the day of pi..? Ohh, it is because today it’s fourteen of March”
“Yeah” He says, as he looks at his shoes a bit embarrassed. He usually would think you were stupid, who the fuck confuses Pi with Pie? But you were the only one caring enough.
“You seem to like maths, like your.. Your shirt” you say pointing it out at his maths pun, and he becomes aware that he has been, in fact, wearing that shirt all the time.
Fuck, did he really fought with Oliver and with the rental people with a Math pun shirt? No wonder no one took him seriously.
“Ah, yeah…” He says awkwardly. You were very much engaging in the conversation, scooping on his interests little by little.
“Do you know that I am flirting with you, right?” You say looking at him in the eyes and he looks from his shoes to your face, a bit surprised and panicked.
“Ehm… me? What for?”
“Because you are cute, like I said” you repeat “And it is your birthday”
“You don’t have to pity me because of that…”
“I am not pitying you. It is not why I like you. Come on, do you think I am pretty at least?” You ask as you change your body weight from one foot to the other while looking at him with the most alluring smile he has ever seen.
God, the question sounds stupid, because you are not only pretty, but you are the hottest girl ever, looking at him as he freezes in place. Your eyes could trap him, as enchanting as they were, and your diminutive clothing was driving him insane.
“Eh… yes” he murmurs. “Very pretty…”
He seems perplexed about the straightforwardness of this whole thing, and he is very confused. Where has this night taken him?
“I meant what I said. The party… is meh. You and I could leave together, if you want”
He blinks, as his tongue wets his lips as he suddenly feels frozen in place. His eyes look at your expression as if you were joking, and he is unsure what to think.
“Uh… well, I have to get my cake, really, m-my mates saved it on the back of the library in hopes nobody would find it..:” He starts saying, not really sure why he is telling you this.
“Okay, we’ll search it” you say without any problem about it. “I could sing happy birthday to you and you can blow the candles”
That’s how you are now following him like a puppy, as he takes out the cake from behind some decorations that weren't hiding the cake very well, but it is mostly intact.
You two walk together, to leave and Michael thinks that never felt so ashamed. He felt like doing the shame walk, as he passed through the people with a fucking birthday cake and a pretty girl following him.
“Let’s go to your dorm!” You tell him with a happy smile, your hand on his shoulder as you lean closer to tell him that as you both walk together.
He is confused how you’ll give him a gift if they weren’t in your room, but he accepts, as his dorm isn’t actually so far away from the rented halls, so he guides you upstairs, and upstairs, at the point where he hears you whine because of your heels.
You look a bit amazed as he enters his dorm, leaving the cake on his desk and moving to turn on the bedside lamp. He looks around, and you are taking off your heels and being just in socks. He blinks as he looks at you. Doing that means she’s comfortable here, he thinks.
“Ah, eh…. Have a seat in the…” You sit on the edge of his bed, next to his pillows and he blinks. He wanted to say ‘in the desk chair’ but he guessed it was too late.
“Your bed is comfortable” You say smiling as you pat your right side for him to sit by your side. “Come, sit!”
Michael blinks. He dries his sweat palm by rubbing his hands on his thighs a bit awkwardly, as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed by your side. Your legs were tucked under your body, already comfortable, while he is rigid and tense, all awkwardness in comparison.
“And your mates are still at the party?” You ask looking at him, batting your eyelashes at him with a sweet smile as you lean your body weight to your hand, right beside him.
“Uhm… eh, well, they told me they left, so it was a bit rushed… I don’t know, I could call them if you.. Want to sing to me happy birthday and that…” he says a bit hesitant, and he is a bit unsure of his words when you chuckle a bit, if you knew a secret “B-Because we couldn’t… I mean we didn’t have the time for that, and my mum bought that cake because it is my favourite..:” he rambles as his cheeks are pink with embarrassment.
You were divine. In more than one way, you were the prettiest girl that he had ever talked to. And you were also the first girl in his dorm. And this close to him. And the first one to be interested in him.
“Ah, of course… I bet it is tasty, it is sweet that your mum bought it for your party” You say smiling, as you look at him “Well, I don’t think we should call them here”
“Uh… Why not? We aren’t many, we are just seven, and with you we would be a pair number, so we could play a chess match since we are a pair. If you don’t know I could teach you” He offers. God, why did he accept this? Because you were pretty and all smiles with him, but he didn’t know what women like you liked…
“It’s not that, Mikey” you say softly, looking at him with an alluring smile, leaning slightly closer to him, which is dangerous, because it is the moment he has to decide if to look at your face or your tits. “It is because I wanna give you a gift”
Michael blinks. “Oh.”
“Yeah… It would be awkward if they were here”
His mind is numb, and he looks at you a bit confused “... Because they already gave me a gift?”
You have to suppress a laugh, as you shake your head and look down a bit. He takes the opportunity to look at your tits briefly.
“No…” You say again, with that damn tone that he can’t decipher. “You are not really good at hints, are you?”
He stays silent, looking at you as he tries to get it. “Eh… no, but I am really good at maths…”
You chuckle a bit, as you look at his face with a look he (again) cannot decipher.
“Of course you are” you say sitting slightly closer, and he stays still as he looks at you and your tits coming closer to him “Your birthday it is in the day of Pi” you made sure to say the last word correctly, emphasising on it, and he nods a bit.
“Yeah…” he murmurs looking at you as he licks his lips, and his glasses slide ever so slightly on his nose as he has to look down at your face
“I wanna give you a gift…” you repeat, and it is now that he feels your hand slide to his thigh and closer to his crotch. And his breath freezes on his throat as he feels your hand move slowly to rub his dick from above his clothes, and the traitor practically gets hard instantly at something that isn't his own hand.
Michael practically freezes at your touch, as your hand slowly rubs his jeans where his erection was forming. Your eyes look at him as you smile, god, you were so provocative it made his brain go off. He couldn't take his eyes out of your face as he opened his mouth to pant a bit, a bit unsure of if to stop this or make it keep going. It is not like he doesn’t want to do… this, but a little part of him still thinks you are just mocking him and probably there were popular jerks waiting outside to make fun of him for falling for someone so out of his league.
But you were so pretty, lookin at him with tender eyes. As he seems so hesitant about it all. It wasn’t like he didn’t want this, but he just… wasn’t sure what to do, because this was confusing all his thoughts. How could he even impress you?
It is you who leans to capture his lips. On yours with a kiss, slow and calm, since he was so inexperienced. It was his first kiss, as a girl rubs his cock. He surely was dreaming.
“Do you want it?”
He blinks confused, his lips briefly open and all flustered as your hands keep on hardening his cock. “Um… yes” He swallows hard as his eyes are closed due to how good (and strange) it feels. To have a girl doing this with him.
“You’ve done this before?” You ask looking at his eyes, and his glasses are sliding on his nose and he doesn’ even notice, and your hand pat his cock which makes him whimper a bit.
“Eh… yes, but with myself. I mean, b-by myself, like with my hand, that is…”
You giggle at his naiveness, and you add “I meant if you have ever had sex”
Michael looks at you surprised, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose again. You were so direct, and this was unlike anything that had happened in his life. You confused him, with your plays and teases, he was more simple, and more straightforward. “No…” He whispers in reply, breathing a little heavily now as you squeeze him through his pants.
Your smile is confusing, since he doesn’t know what it means. Well, he doesn’t get the clue to. Most things you do anyways. “It is your birthday” you repeat “My treat, I’ll make you feel so good, Mikey”
He looks down at his pants as you unbuckle his belt. There was something about you, so seductive and sensual as you did all torturously slow. You weren’t rushed, and even did it for his sake, as he looked so frozen by it all.
You turn your head to look up to him as you also zip down his pants. He tried to think about anything else, because he felt on fire.
“Can you take these off?” You ask him kindly, and he looks. Briefly confused. “I really wanna suck you off”
Oh god. He almost cums on his pants. Oh god. He repeats on his mind as he moves a bit to take off his pants, at least to his knees. Oh god, oh god. His mind tried to remain sane, he tried to think about some maths, the comfort of simple logic tries to centre himself.
You look pleasantly surprised by his size, and you hummed in delight and he saw how you bite your lower lip. His cocks spring free, fully hard and the precum leaking out from the tip. He looked nervously at you, as his cock practically begged your attention and affections, and he could feel a turmoil form on his stomach as he pleaded with his eyes for you to do something about it.
“So big…” you praise him with a smirk, and he looks away in shame as he blushes. It was a good thing, he thinks, but he cannot help but feel hesitant.
You gently grab the base as your left hand rests on his left thigh, helping you as you lean down to capture the tip on your mouth, and he leans slightly back as if trying to squirm away. He looks at you, overwhelmed at the warm and moist sensation around his cock, ever so slightly, but so intense at the same time. He pants as if he just ran a marathon, looking down at you as his balls tighten and feel so ready to cum. But he forces himself not to.
“Oh… A-Ah, fuck…” he says as you take his dick out of your mouth to lick it, from his balls to his tip. God, no one really prepares you to know how easy it is to cum when a girl sucks you off.
He tries to think of equations, some diagrams or anything, anything to not cum so fast. You have his cock again in your mouth, sucking on his tip and your tongue moves to tease him as well. He was going insane.
He looks at you, with your bright eyes full of delight and mischief looking up back at him, as his cock was deeper and deeper on your throat, making its way through your warm mouth.
And you didn’t seem to mind how the drool was spilling out from your mouth, wettening your chin and how you gagged slightly the more deep you swallowed him. He was amazed, truly, looking down at you as you sucked him off.
It was different from how he imagined. He thought that at his first time, he would lead the way, he would be confident (because he knew about porn and how these things worked) and he would be dominant enough. Yet now, he feels unsure, trembling as his balls shaked in need to release, because you were amazing and so hot.
Maybe he didn’t know a thing about this all. He thinks, as his shoulders tense from how good the head of his cock feels in your warm throat. It sends shivers on his spine and he has to whimper pathetically.
“You are so perfect…, I swear” He mumbles without breath, whimpering pathetically. You would have giggled, because he didn’t need to swear, but he was cute to do so.
You move your hand to take the hair out of his face, and you grab his right hand, and he doesnt get at first what you mean, until you let his hand on your hair, it is when he understands that you want him to guide you and move his hips.
His own hips hesitate at the beginning , strange at how he is supposed to move without looking ridiculous or being uncomfortable. Instead, he takes your hair carefully, with both hands as he leaves a deep breath out.
His little whimpers are amazing, and so hot, you love to hear it. It was almost quiet, very low, but it was a delight to hear how he whimpers as his cock twitches in your mouth.
He moves your hair up and down on his body, fucking your face slowly. He didn’t want to be reckless, and when you needed to, he allowed you to have air from time to time.
His balls were on fire, and his dick was so hard and it felt so good as you deepthroated him that he was at the verge of cumming.
“I’m… oh, I'm going to cum, m’sorry…” he whimpers, moving your head onto his cock more harshly, but still careful not to make a mess and make you choke on his cock. He would feel bad if he hurt you like that, especially when you do him a favour.
His hips hesitate as he starts cumming, and he releases your head because he guesses it could be overwhelming. But you do not back away, rather swallow all of his spending in your mouth, savouring it delighted as you looked up to him, and he opened his mouth in awe.
You were his wettest dream come true.
What are the chances, the possibility that a pretty girl like you, just looked at him and decided to do this? To give him the best head ever? To help him lose his virginity, thinking he is worth the chance when you are out of his league?
He is a man of mathematics and logic. And even being good at probability, he knew the chances were almost zero. Almost.
And you looked so brightly at him as you cleaned some of his cum dripping down from your chin and licking it, not to waste a bit.
“It… it was good?”
“Yeah” you say without a breath, as you smile. “I love your dick, it is so… amazing” He can almost cum again when he sees you lick your lips.
“Oh.” He says a bit flustered, his mind almost numb from his orgasm. “T-Thank you…”
It is your smile who makes him smile a bit, awkwardly and with his cheeks red. He cannot believe this is luck. He is dumb struck, looking at your lovely face with still red cheeks and a wide smile. And you just sucked him off.
He is guilty, and he looks down at your tits for a brief moment, but looks quickly at your face, as if ashamed of doing that. But you still have that alluring smile, looking at him. He still doesn’t get what it means, but he goes along with the flow.
“You wanna see my tits?” You ask with a sweet tone, as if it was the normalest question ever. You have seen his eyes drop to your breasts and then to your face, it was cute.
Oh my god. He will likely cum immediately at the sight. He knows it, and his cheeks are red as he thinks of your question.
“Yeah, please…” He asks without breath, as he accommodates in bed trying for his cock not to give him away.
“I would have worn something way cuter if I knew this was going to happen” You explain taking out your jacket, and to his no-surprise, you didn’t wear a shirt underneath, just the bright pink bra that poked out of your jacket.
“You look beautiful” he murmurs looking at your still clothed breasts, and he then looks up to your face. “You… If this is your less fancy outfit, then god damn me”
You giggle at his words, he surely was odd from all the guys you knew. Perhaps his lack of experience, perhaps his nerdy personality. You don’t know, but you find yourself wanting to do all filthy and kinky things with this nerdy man.
You take off your bra, with quickness, as he looks at you completely mesmerised by your nakedness in front of him. He blinks at your perky nipples completely to his sight, and his mind just goes off. He is pretty sure that if you asked him what 1 plus 1 was, he’d say a pair of fine tits.
“You can touch me, Mikey” you say with a teasing tone, that makes him look at your expression for a brief moment. “Like you can grope my tits and all…”
The boldness of her offer makes him salivate, he is sure, and the desire within him is just intense and he knows he has to. His left hand reaches out cautiously and grasps your right breast.
Your soft sigh is enough for him to do it slightly more confidently, but still not too harsh. He doesn’t actually know how hard it hurts if someone gropes too aggressively, and so he prefers to be gentle with you, because you deserve all of it.
“Here. Give me your other hand” You say, and before you can extend your hand to grab his, his right hand goes to your other breasts, as if he was waiting for it.
Your breath hitches before you giggle a bit, as he doesn’t understand you. His face is red, from embarrassment, from touching a girl, a very much real girl that desires him too, and from awkwardness in him.
“I meant, give me your hand” You say taking his right hand from your breast and he doesn’t wanna let go, but he does anyway. “I wanna… Mm. I wanna to show you something”
Again with coded words, he was unaware of its meaning. But he waited for you to tell him, as you looked at him with a smile as you waited for him to say it.
“Oh, uh…” Michael mutters as his brain finally took notice it was his turn to say something. “Eh… okay? Show me…” he says unsure what to say.
You guide his left hand down, under your skirt. He just noticed that you had not taken off your skirt yet, as he was still clothed and with his pants down. But he didn’t mind it so much as you pressed his hand against your clothed pussy.
“You.. Y-You are really wet” he says slightly amazed, and you nod with a smile as he just leaves his hand there, a bit amazed as his fingers do the slightest move to spread the wetness on his fingers. You hum in delight as you feel how bold he might be becoming.
“Yeah, I am” you nod to him with a smile, and he looks at you flustered, as he leaves an awkward chuckle. “And your cock is hard again”
He looked down at his dick, and in fact, he was getting hard again. He looked back at you, and he smiled a bit embarrassed. You were also smiling, and that was the only clue he got to know that you were having the time of your life.
“It’s because you are so hot…” he says in a weak attempt to justify himself. “and so pretty”
You laugh, as you kneel slightly to take off your skirt and kick it somewhere in his bedroom. You were only wearing your panties now, and he felt like a salivating dog wagging his tail at the sight. God he was pathetic.
He looked at you, and before he could try to do anything, you say.
“It will be better if you sit properly in the bed, not the edge. So you can lean back in the pillows”
He has no idea why he should lean back in the pillows, but again, he is not the one doing demands in this. In his eyes, you are doing him a favour, this was his wettest dream, and you surely got nothing from it.
He takes off his pants and he crawls to sit in the bed, his back against the pillows (he used at least three, he found it more comfortable) and so he watched at you with a smile, as you kneel up again, now to take off your panties.
“I swear that if i knew, I would have worn a prettier pair of underwear” you start teasingly, as you move your hands to the sides of your panties to take them off.
Oh god, he thinks once again, as the image of a naked woman is enough to send him into numbness again. He was just gaining confidence to take some part in this, but he was just so inexperienced, he had to decide on either cum desperately or trying to last longer, and he didn’t know that the last took all of his brain energy.
“Here” You say, grabbing his hand and leaving your panties in his hand. He looks at you, and you add “Another gift. You can keep it”
He looks at you, slightly amazed by it. He holds your panties in his hand, and he can feel the wetness of it, knowing that you were (and are) so wet right now drives him insane. He looks at you and he blinks a bit surprised, and honestly, much more aroused.
“Thank you..” he says as he appreciates this odd gift. He has no idea what use it may have apart from the sentimental one, but maybe it is like his own trophy?
You get comfortable, still kneeling on the bed, you crawl to be atop of his lap. Each knee on the side of his thighs, and he has to look up to see you. Maybe his favourite part about this is how your tits are in front of his face. He loves it.
“Your hand” She asks, and when she extends her hand he is clever enough not to make the same mistake twice. He passes her his hand, and she guides it to her pussy once again.
Now he knows. Why men went to war for women. Why Troy was destroyed, for stealing one woman. Why men went insane for the touch of a woman. He gets it now.
Your pussy drips wet as he touches it; bare and warm. He is surprised, in all honesty, as his fingers are rigidly moving forward and back. It is not rough; but it is rigid enough to let know his inexperience in the matter.
“I wanna make you feel good” He says looking at you, almost begging for you to teach him how. He wants to know the secrets that could have you squirm and moan crazily over him, as he was over you.
“This is about you” You say, your hands moving to the edge of his shirt, to take it off from him. He helps you in it, and he leaves a breath as now both of you were naked in front of each other.
Your soft hand caresses his chest. He is no muscular guy; yet you caress him so tenderly that he has to look at you with that puppy look. He really wants to make you feel good.
“Tell me what to do.” He asks again, he looks pathetically needy to you; eager to make you cum on his fingers, and eager to learn how to please you. His fingers linger hesitantly around your pussy, and he does his best guiding himself from little experience and instinct.
You smirk as you bite your lower lip as you let a little whimper out. He was cute and hot, more than most guys you knew from before. Maybe getting with the nerd was a fantastic idea.
“I want you to fuck me” You say instead, smiling at him “I want your cock, not your fingers- for now. Besides, this is about you. You are the birthday boy”
As your hips lower on his lap, he takes off his fingers and looks at you sitting above his cock. You grind slightly as he opens his mouth agape slightly, the mere thought of fucking you has him all excited, and aroused.
“I do wanna.. Do that” Michael says with a longing smile, as you nod to him. The feeling of your pussy rubbing against his own dick. He can’t take it anymore, he longs for you too much.
He is clumsy as he moves his hips, the head of his cock passing eagerly through your folds in search of your entrance, and he looks up at you as you moan at the feeling. He got something right.
His puppy eyes catch your attention as his tip presses on your centre, and you look down at him a bit breathlessly. “You can’t cum so fast, Mikey. I want you to enjoy it” He nods when you tell him that, and he leaves a shaky breath at the feeling.
“I… I’ll try…” He says looking at you, trying his best to hold back. But your body is too tempting for him. He is going to pass out, surely.
You move to search for something in your clothes, and you take a condom from somewhere. He isn’t too sure. He is looking at the ceiling waiting for you as he thinks on some hard equation from class, and he tries for the burning turmoil on his belly, full of lust and desire to calm down even a bit. He wants to have you moaning on his cock so hard, he will need strength.
Your movement is fluid when you put the condom on his length, and he is sure you have done this so many times. On other occasions, he’ll think something witty about it, but now he is rather intimidated. How is he supposed to compete with your experiences?
You move your hips slightly, as you start to sit down on his cock from one move. Slow and soft, he is sure you make sure it isn’t so intense for him, as your walls have a tight grip on his hard cock, and the feeling of finally being inside of a woman is incredibly intimate. His cock pulsates on your insides, and he has to look down, enjoying the sight of his thick cock stretching your pussy.
“Fuck…” You say breathlessly as you throw your head back, moaning in delight as you move your hips slightly.
“You’re so warm… and thigh..” he pants, his hands go to your hips as you ride him.
“It feels nice?”
“More than that” He says looking up to you, and he whimpers as you move your hips.
“I’ll let you get used to it.” You tell him softly “I think it could be a bit overwhelming, I guess”
“Yeah. A bit” he says with an awkward smile which makes you smile too, and you grab his cheeks as you lean a bit to kiss him softly.
His enthusiasm is endearing, as he tries to passionately kiss you, but you are sticking with the slowness of it all. He whimpers a bit on your mouth as he can feel how your cunt tightens around him.
Once you are apart, his glasses are again slowly sliding down on the bridge of his nose and you bite your lower lip as you hold a moan. God, what a hot nerd you are fucking.
“You are so amazing” He murmurs, looking up to you “And you feel so good…”
“Uh huh…” You hum as you whimper a bit, and so does he.
“And I have… I have never done this before…” He mutters looking at where your pussy swallows his dick.
“I know” You say, giving him a peck. “But you make me so aroused, so hot…”
Michael blinks a bit confused, but he gains slight confidence in this. He nods at you and he lets his hands fall by the side of your legs, and he can only focus on the way that you ride him. You squeeze him, in all the way he can think of. Your cunt is squeezing his shaft. Your knees are squeezing his legs. All of your existence squeezes him, and he loves the feeling.
He looks up at your face, you are moaning openly and you have your eyes closed as your hands rest on his biceps, helping you bounce on his cock. You look amazing.
And your tits, God, your tits. Bouncing on his face as you ride him, all perky and perfect for him, and the sight of your tits make him leak more precum in the condom, as he tilts his hips slightly up so he gets deeper in the warmth of your cunt.
He stays looking at you, while his balls are tightening at how wet your pussy is. He is mesmerised by you, he cannot even find himself letting any sound out of his mouth. He is almost numb, looking at you as he makes you moan like this.
He is making you moan desperately as you ride him. He is the one responsible to see how aroused he truly has you. You lean your body closer to his chest, moaning as you ride him, and he bites his lip desperate to cum.
His own hips rut back to yours, thrusting clumsily as you sink down on his cock. Your pussy clenches around his cock, and he’s fully engrossed in the sensation.
Michael wants to cum so bad. He doesn’t think he has ever been in such a need to cum.It’s all his foggy mind can think of, cumming and you. And cumming in you, those two subjects interrelationate.
“Tell me” He pleads, which makes you look at him again “Please, tell me how to make you cum”
His puppy eyes, how his glasses are slightly off on him, makes you moan almost on his face.
“Your hand” You say, and he got the clue now. He is a quick learner, and instead of letting you hold his hand, he moves it down to your pussy.
You moan at the feeling of his hesitant hand there, and he laughs a bit breathlessly, growing slightly bolder and he loves how desperate you seem. “Teach me”
“Fine, fine, wait..” You say stopping your movements, as reluctant you both may be to that.
You lean slightly back, your hand goes to grab his knee to help you not fall. He can see more of your pussy like that, and you sigh as if trying to think clearly.
“Here” You say, grabbing his wrist and moving it slightly up. He has no idea what you mean, but he is learning, so he follows your lead. “This is my clit, so you rub it… Not harshly, not too aggressive. It can be intense, but… you have to do it gently. Firm, but gently”
He has no idea how to do both, but he’ll try. Before he can start, you grab his wrist again, and he is confused. What else is there that you take so long to say?!
You take his hand up, and your mouth is quick to engulf his index and middle finger inside, wettening them with your own saliva before letting them go; not without leaving a provocative lick beforehand.
“Now” You say with a slight smile “Just gently.” You repeat, and he nods.
He is so going to cum just from seeing you lick his fingers so lustfully.
Michael tries his best, he does. His fingers find the little thing, so small, and he is unsure what response something so tiny could do. But anyways, he does as told. His fingers hesitate before rubbing slightly there, left to right at the beginning, and then up and down.
“F-Fuck!” You say almost closing your legs around his hand and dick, but you force yourself to remain open. Your other hand goes to hold you onto the mattress of the bed, so you don’t fall. You are leaning backwards now, and he can see your body in all it’s glory.
It does have an amazing effect, he realises, as he rubs circles on your clit and you moan even higher, your legs tremble as you force them open, and you start lowering on his cock again. Unlike the last time, you don’t take the time to make sure his cock enters and comes out fully, but you just grind against it, and when you move up and down, it is barely just in the base of his cock. But the tip? It never leaves your wetness.
He wishes he could see the bump of his cock on your belly. He looks at your abdomen, and he can practically imagine how the shape of his cock would poke out from your abdomen.
“I want to cum” He says, panting as his brain is overwhelmed. He is overdoing things, he tries to rationalise this, but between rubbing your clit, your cunt wrapping around his cock and his moans leaving his mouth, he feels like he will pass out any moment now.
“M-Me too” You whine, desperate as your hips rut more desperate on his cock, and that turns him even more.
He has made a girl desperate for him. And he’ll make a girl cum on his cock.
Michael makes sure to rub your clit in a delicious manner. Or what he guesses is a delicious manner. And since you almost sob your moans, he’d say he is doing a fucking amazing job.
“FUCK” He says as he feels your cunt squeeze him so much, that his mind practically goes blank “I-I’m cumming” He barely gets the words out as he feels himself spent on the condom inside.
He moans, loudly, it could be embarrassing if it wasn’t so pleasurable, and he has to throw his head back from the pleasure on how his shoulders tense up.
You grab his wrist, and he gets the clue that he has to keep his touch on your clit. Your cheeks are red from stimulation, and as he pants and whimpers from his orgasm, as he rubs your clit. It doesn’t take long, as you practically cum all over his cock, milking his dick and making sure his balls go empty.
Even if he orgasmed first, your peak leaves him dry, and spent in more than one way. He doesn’t think he will ever hear a girl moan so loud and pleased as you when you cum thanks to him.
When you fall to his side, he takes off the condom, leaving it on his bedside table. He looks at you, panting hard on his side, and he feels the same, as he looks at you, still mesmerised by you.
He searches for your hand, awkwardly, and he moves you slightly closer to him.
You both remain breathlessly, pants as you two face the ceiling.
“So” You start saying, and he turns his head to yours, and you have another of your mischievous, alluring smiles on your face. “Have you blown the candles?”
Am I the only one that loves Ewan blonde best?
😭😭 I miss ittt.. makes him look so young
I feel like everyone is going crazy over the black and now brown, but I doesnt spark my joy
Could you make a poll about it?
Thank you😖🫶
Ewan’s natural colour will always be my favourite, but I must admit that I prefer the dark hair over the blonde. The dark hair makes him look really distinguished, whereas the blonde washed him out a bit. I am happy to do a poll so that you have an overall idea of fandom preference. I’ll pop it below.
dailybridgerton
areudirty
2087
gracieabrams
stormborns
