model!user x nerd!shy!bf - any pov
18+ - smut - explicit content: established relationship, lingerie (obviously), just cowgirl & full nelson fucking, no particular dynamic, just two lovers lol
a/n: not necessarily model user, but yk that’s what I had in mind when I started writing. and ugh I just want a nerd in my bed 💔
@/cursed-carmine for dividers
your partner didn't know where to look. because if he keeps gazing toward your direction he may lose all his sentences-forming abilities. where should he start? should he tell you: “it looks amazing!” or lean into something more refined like, “it looks outstanding on you babe! your skin is gleaming”? in all honesty he had no trust in himself to speak out any of those comments with a stable voice. or at least not without choking with his own drool.
so, like any normal boyfriend who's sitting on a mattress facing his model girlfriend in a lingerie set worth two thousand dollars, ...he averts his gaze.
“baby? you don't like it? you can touch it if you want.”
his eyes unexpectedly dart up with a jerk of his own body when he hears your voice snipping through the pending silence. ‘touch? how can you propose something like that when you look…’ your partner’s mind’s racing like a hamster in a cage to the mere thought of giving in to your proposal.
but hell if you didn't look adorable: your eyes darting lower at his tucked down form, your pupils holding a crippling invitation for him to comment on the set you were wearing with a weariness that flooded on your eyebrows, giving you a worried expression.
“why was he not saying anything?” the question was encrypted on your face, and sought a deep place in your thoughts. he has been as active as a wall if not for the frantic agitation of his eyes. his stares jumping frenetically from the slick wooden nightstand of yours, covered in a confusing arrangement of figurines, books & body creams, to going back to settling at the blue carpet covering the beige floor planks of your floor, so…nothing he didn't see before basically. of course crippling stress was at the front door of your mind: “was it the colour? the cut?” before you can voice all those questions aloud you felt a careful, but slightly moist hand cover your hips and by the same occasion the strings of your panties.
“no-shh... I'm sorry i just…Fuck. It's your third set and i can’t think straight anymore... for god's sake, how could i-i do anything but love it? you look so fucking amazing”
his eyes are like plates if not for the glassy cloud over them and he finally gave himself the right to admire your set… and body of course.
“baby i... i really like this one... we can keep it to ourselves mh?” he blurs his eyes stuck on the pearls dangling from the top of your bra…yeah, this set is driving him crazy.
the set was pure dentelle and silk. white, to perfectly match the pigment of the pearls sewn right under the entwined edge of your top. the sleeves, something translucent and thin, were hovering till the edge of your manicured fingers.
and the bottom... it was thin, but in total delicateness, the craft of the straps was high-raised, entwined in something artfully hypnotic which left space for the beauty of your long legs. in a sound, hovering right against your stomach, he whimpers or maybe purr in satisfaction, when his palms fondle your narrow hips with unprecedented care.
“yes baby... I love it... your skin... against it... the colors... fuck i'm sorry i just…”
“it's okay baby it's just... you worried me quite a bit you know? staying all silent like that…” you add a chuckle to ease him down. you know him when he's like this, struggling to find words for thoughts that run too fast to be grasped.
“sorry... m’sorry…” he can't help it now but let his hands travel your sides oh so reverently.
"how could i not like you, let alone in this... god” an instant later his gaze goes back to your face, lips partled in breathless desire. “gonna keep it on r-right? please—”
you cock your head, the heated daze of his touches momentarily cut through by his question.
“keep it on? It was just to try babe—”
without a beat he jolts up to your level, the movement so sudden it almost makes you stumble back.
“y-yes! Keep it... for now! I'll be careful: promise, careful when i—”
you muse his words again, not missing the momentum to roll those said words on your tongue more seductively.
everything was too constrict too thight. too overwhelming.
you don't know what force could drive your legs to move up and down on his lap like they did. well…you did know: arousal is a hell of a thing.
the squishy sounds echoing all over the thick walls of your bedroom were an understatement of how all of this was resonating between your ears. the lingerie set was tight on your torso and your hips. the delicate material now at its most unceremonious because of all the sweat and drool covering the fine layers of tissue. all of it exacerbating your senses and the overwhelming touches your boyfriend was indulging himself into.
“n-need it off—” you mumble, your own legs moving just out of lewd motivation, enhanced by all the fluids glistening against the connection of your hole to his member.
“nah- argh, baby I've to stop you here…” he simply puts his strong hand over yours. "what did i told you already? keep it all on for me…” he whispers carefully and in your state you could barely hold the will to rebuke him.
“b-but it's too tight... making me so hot…” your mouth is deadened with a small amount of droll that you can no longer keep in.
“it's okay sweetheart, you are doing so good... and looking so damn ravishing…”
his words made your poor head spin, and your legs wiggle in weakness. your hole was obscenely clenching around his manhood in something shy of desperation. he was making you feel all types of things you couldn't even put into a coherent sentence. therefore, your crippling oversensitivity must've led you to some slacking off because again you hear his melodic voice:
“n-ugh... Fuck baby... You tired mh? you won't orgasm at this rate, pretty thing…”
“b-but i came enough—” you try to protest, sensing where he was heading to.”
“nah come on... get off and show your back to me 'kay?”
without anything more to add, you do as he asks. quickly he makes work of straddling your legs over his moist hands. the moment is enough to make you yelp in anticipation or maybe just in oversensitivity.
the time you settle yourself, breathless and feverish, right against his member his face is already inches close to the back of your neck.
“kind enough to push your parties on the side for me again?” your lover punctuates his request with cloud-like kisses at the warm juncture linking your neck & shoulder. the sound he leaves out, like he is groaning at the taste of a divine meal, made you hump your wet sex feverishly pushing your damp underwear on the side.
“ah... my love don't do moves like that ‘kay? ‘will stuff you full in a minute okay?" the reassuring tone of his voice was obviously a thin layer of resolve to not enter you in one go out of impatience. but even if you notice the underlying hunger in his voice & his grip, you don't have the will to be patient anymore.
“p-put it in already babe, wanna feel you come in me…” the desperate need in your voice is borderline pitiable but on god & heaven you couldn't care less.
“f-fuck, love... thought you were tired-” suddenly, before he can add anything you grip his cock, looking down at it, pressed against your entrance, in utter admiration if not for the frowned expression on your face.
“t-told you i couldn't wait…”
those whispers only meant one thing.
you are already grabbing his leaking member, without missing a beat it spasm, getting a snarl out of your boyfriend’s lips.
“B-baby y-you really are something else…” the sentence he whimpers lacks air and is full of desire. He can't stop looking down either.
words seem useless for you now, your lust making its own language. finally the mean head of his dick pushes past your entrance, making your eyes fall shut in delight.
“Ah shit…s-sweetie y-you’ gonna fuck me up…”
You bite your bottom lip, plump and glossy, under your teeth. Your mind is already imagining the face he is making behind you. After his angry red tip settled inside you he took the initiative to set you full. After he pushed his dick torturous inch by torturous inch you can't help the helpless moans and whines that go past your lips. surely out of impatience. paying attention to your body, your partner just leans closer toward your ear, his large hands palming your hips still.
“Hey now…can't let you do all the job yeah?” he honeyed sweetly.
“T-then fuck me already baby…” you didn't need to say anything else as he could sense your core aching in frustration.
and he couldn't put his own need on the side anymore.
when he starts moving inside you he goes deeper than you did a couple minutes ago. . the friction making you dizzy when your walls spasm.
“i know baby, s-s’too good mh? Yeah fuck it’s so good…” he moans, louder and louder, in cresendo with your own sounds of pleasure.
the way his dick was stretching your walls to his liking, the wet sounds of your core wrapping all around it was dizzying at worst. his hands didn’t help to drive your mind at ease as he began to drive his fingers to swim against your nipples, tenderly doing so.
the incessant pounding of his hips, intense and passionate, was nothing more than the extension of your two beating hearts. His words honey in your ears as you matched his pace with a renew of energy that could only come from the greediness of your incoming orgasm.
“a-ah baby s’good– fuck imma–” and like on cue your two bodies clench and spasm pressed to one another, grunting and squeezing sheets and hips to continue to ride the sloppy orgasm.
“mhh fucking hell…” he mumbles totally dazed.
by the time the sun is set you two are cleansed and cuddling softly under the blankets. your lingerie set, promptly folded over the laychair arm. the sexual energy settled in a quiet amused banter.
“so…more lingerie trials in the future…?”
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