⋆˙⟡ I Go Fast Baby, I Go Hard ✧˚⋆♡˚
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ J. Daniel Atlas x Reader
A/N - THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE ATLAS X READER FICSSS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE THEMMM i KNOW a fic writer is going to read this so PLEASE get to work...anyways! im so totally in love w this man (pre buzz) so i wanted to make one! and if u sent me a request please know that im working on them!! slowly but surely
TAGS/WARNINGS - f!reader, sub!J. Daniel Atlas, p in v sex, drinking, riding, blowjobs, hairpulling, overstimulation, teasing, oral sex (m receiving), protected sex (bc lets not get stds!) card tricks, kissing, making out, grinding
SUMMARY - A weird street magician caught your eye... And it turns out you caught his as well.
It’s too fucking hot in Los Angeles for this time of the year. The forecast said for it to be in the low 80’s, but it’s almost 90 degrees out in the middle of fall and you're sweating out of your sweatshirt. Understandably maybe, it’s still too warm regardless to wear a matching set outside for a walk. Maybe a sports bra and sweat-pants would suit you better; But you really didn’t feel like being cat-called or whistled at by old men in the middle of the day. So, here you were.
In all of your discomfort, you spotted a crowd forming on a nearby street corner, which just-so-happens to be the one you had to cross onto. Awesome. What a better combo than being overwhelmingly sweaty and having to push your way past a crowd of people. What were they looking at anyways? Something dumb you assumed. Whatever it was, you’d find out regardless.
Shuffling down the street, you tried to get a glimpse of what everyone was gawking at. A guy was standing atop of a little crate on the street corner, performing card tricks. A street performer. He looked young, maybe early 20’s, about your age, with scruffy brown hair and hollowed cheekbones. He was doing some sort of shuffling trick, the same old ‘Is this your card?’ soiree and the crowd would all go wild. A dweeb, obviously. Attractive, though. Which you guess is why he accumulates such a crowd. If he was just a normal nerd with card skills, he wouldn’t have nearly an audience.
For the trick he was doing, he made an audience member pull a card out of their pocket that you assumed he slipped it in, and it happened to be the card that the volunteer up with him chose. Fun. What a wizard. To your surprise though, the entire crowd around him roared into applause which made you realize how long you had been standing there. He had an arrogant smile on his face and was waving his hands beckoning more praises and claps his way. He was so totally full of himself.
Magicians never really impressed you, sure their shows are fun, but they never really ever tricked you. In all your delusion however, you didn't realize that he was looking somewhere near you, no actually, he was looking directly at you.
His dark blue eyes were completely locked in to yours, like he was seeing right through you, like he knew what you were thinking. Maybe he noticed you staring back, because he turned his head away, looking back towards the crowd.
He put his hands behind his back and bowed before signing himself off.
“Im J. Daniel Atlas, and have a good day!”
He then turned to you once more, and winked, before falling backwards off of his platform, seemingly vanishing swiftly into thin air
You couldn't believe people still winked anymore. Though he did seem like just the type to. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks flush a little, it was flattering to know a cute popular street performer thought you were attractive, in a way anyways.
The crowd finally started to disperse and you made your way around it to cross the street. But looking at the back of where he was standing, there was nothing there. No trap door, no mattress to land on, nowhere to hide under, it was really just like he did disappear. Freaky.
When you got home later that day, you decided to see if there was anything about him online. There probably was, he seemed to have a large enough audience to not be some random guy off the street. And those tricks he pulled seemed too intricate. Too practiced. Like he’d done this many times before.
What did the ‘J’ stand for? Why did he say his full name? Or was that just his first name? His name was almost as mysterious as he was. Or as he'd probably like to believe.
In googling it, apparently he was part of a magician group called ‘The Four Horsemen’, the leader, actually. It seemed like they were linked to many crimes and heists, usually stealing money from big, corrupt corporations using elaborate tricks and gifting the money back to their crowd. They seemed famous, like really famous. You wondered why you hadn't heard of them before. Until you read the names, everyone there was someone whose name was plastered on a billboard or poster somewhere, they were all talented magicians.
Right. That all checks out. But what was he doing here? According to the website, all of their shows were performed in large venues in major cities all over America. New York, Las Vegas, New Orleans, Detroit, and so on. It wasn't like Los Angeles wasn't a major city, it was the second largest in the states crying out loud, but there weren't any shows scheduled in the area, and there was no news on where they were performing. Strange. All of this was so weird to you.
But in clicking further on the website, a small comment popped up:
A special pop-up show for one night only!
The address listed below was for a local bar near your apartment . What a coincidence. That would surely explain their weird pop-up, and lucky you! Because it was so nearby and last minute, you could easily grab tickets.
The show itself is what really caught your attention, the more you read about their tricks and performances, the more you really wanted to see them in action. But a part of you also kind of wanted to see that man again, the one with the tricks.
It was just something about him lingered in your mind. He was so odd.
The bar opened at 8, so you decided that now was probably a good time to begin getting ready. You styled your hair down, and threw on a cute top. Something that showed enough cleavage in case anyone wanted to buy you a drink.
The line by the bar was already out the door and down the street, the lights illuminated the darkness and you could feel the music thumping throughout your body. You made it to the entrance and handed the bouncer your ticket.
Inside was so crowded, you felt almost suffocated trying to move your way around the herd of people. Your heart pounded and your hands were sweating, you suddenly felt extremely nervous. Everything around you felt so overwhelming, and you felt sticky and gross. You started to wonder if your outfit looked good, if your hair was a mess, if you had a wedgie, if your makeup was sweating off.
You never really liked big crowds. Not in like an introverted way, but you just got way to overwhelmed quickly.
You finally found an empty spot by the bar, far away by the corner. You were away from the crowd but you still had a good enough view of the stage. It smelled like whiskey and glitter there. You waved the bartender over to order a drink:
“Uh, hey. Um, can I get a Vodka Redbull please?” You muttered out. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at you up and down.
“Alright, I can do that for you.”
A few moments later, she slid you your drink. Just then, the lights began to dim across the bar and the crowd immediately rose to a roar. The show was about to begin.
A spotlight appeared on the little stage in the center of the bar, and almost out of thin air, the man appeared on stage, to much applause from the audience.
“Alright everyone, settle down please.” He announced, clapping his hands together. “As you may know, I am J. Daniel Atlas, and for my first of many magic tricks this evening, I will make my friends – or as you know them, The Horsemen, appear.” He certainly held a stage presence. He gestured his hand over to a higher platform where another spotlight shone. “Okay, uh, let’s try this.” He waved his hand in a circular position and chanted: “Abracadabra! Jack, reveal yourself!!” Nothing happened and he sadly lowered his hand and rested it on his chin, thinking. “Hmm… okay, okay, maybe that didn’t work. Perhaps, instead, we should uh, try saying some of his favorite words, hm? Let's give it a whirl, shall we!”
The crowd erupted into cheers once more, before he started again.
“Okay, uhm, let’s try this. Alcohol!” He announced loudly, only to everyone's shock , another spotlight appeared in the opposite spot from the original spot, and Merritt Mckinney himself appeared.
“Bravo, bravo. Nice work out there Danny, you summoned me.” He bowed, laughing. Atlas himself laughed too.
“Uh, okay then, not quite but I’m getting there. Okay, let’s run this again then!” And he turned over to the first spotlight once more and loudly shouted.
“Girls!” To which worked, and with a poof, Jack Wilder appeared under the spotlight.
“Ah, you caught me. Y’know I can’t resist a babe.” And he winked towards the audience which earned a couple squeals from some of the female audience members.
“Uh, okay then, and for the last member.. let’s make the last Horsemen, Henley Reeves, appear!!” He clapped his hands together and closed his eyes. “Let’s think of a word that Henley likes…Uh, me?” He scoffed a bit to himself.
Wow! So he was an egotistical jackass, it was so fun getting to learn about him by the second.
To no one's shock, she didn’t appear. Merritt pointed at him and said; “Don’t flatter yourself there, kid.” And winked. A few laughs from the crowd.
Jack raised his hand, “Hey, can I give it a try? I might have an idea. Handcuffs!” And with another poof, Henley appeared on a platform directly above Atlas with a pair of silver handcuffs dangling from her finger-tips.
“Oh c’mon! What can I say! Handcuffs are a girl's best-friend!” And then she tossed the pair into the crowd and a few fans dived for it.
The show went on for over an hour and-a-half, starting off with small card tricks that involved some audience participation. Maybe it was your imagination, (or wishful thinking), but you could have sworn you saw Atlas looking over at you during which. And he looked hot. Like, really. Way more than earlier today. He wore a loose black suit with dark grey trimmings and an undershirt poking out. His hair was a lot more well groomed, and he had an expensive watch on his wrist which you were sure he stole.
You really did pray that he didn't recognize you from the street corner earlier, which would have made you look like some crazed, delusional fan, and would've been so embarrassing. You weren't by the way, considering you had just heard of the guy today. You didn't volunteer to go up for any of them, going up on stage in front of hundreds of people would have been the last thing you would want.
As the night went on, each of the tricks got more and more elaborate as it went on. One of which, Atlas, was bound in a set of handcuffs, whilst Jack threw cards at them, breaking them off. It amused you overall, but it was just something about him in handcuffs that made him way more attractive. Your favorite trick however, was one where Henley was floating in a huge human-sized bubble, and Atlas cut her in half mid-air. That one was your favorite because of how fun it was, and how impressive. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized it was probably just a projection of her onto the bubble. It was still sorta cool though regardless.
The show ended, and they all took one final bow before one-by-one leaving in a stylistic fashion, each more complicated than the last. The bar started to empty out after the show closed, but you still hung around, wanting to get the most out of your evening. Because if you were going to get dressed up and go out to a bar to see a magic show, then you might as well get drunk while you're at it.
As you're downing your third drink, you hear a familiar voice behind you. Until you realize that they're actually talking to you:
“Pick a card, any card miss.” You turn around. And of course, it’s the J. Daniel Atlas. Talking to you. His voice cuts like a razor blade through the calm, or more like a knife through butter because his voice is a sweet honey.
“Actually, pick me instead I’m a little bit more fun.” He finishes, hopping on the barstool next to you. “Can I buy you a drink?” You gulped. Hard.
This was so fucking weird. Has he noticed you this whole time?
Trying to keep your composure, you politely declined his offer (also thinking about your three drinks already);
“Oh, uh..” You shook your head. “No, I’m sorry, I wouldn't want to…impose, on you.” Your cheeks flushed a bright pink. He chuckled, obviously not buying it.
“No, please. Let me. I know the bartender here, I can get it to you for free.” You tilted your head to the side, confused. Now that you got a good look at him, he seemed a little.. Smaller, in person. Not like his big act and performance facade on stage. He was a little more timid, and shy. Like he was nervous talking to you.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that.” You snapped out of your trance and realized how long you were staring at him for.
“Oh! Oh, um sorry. What?” You responded real smoothly.
“I offered to buy you a drink.” He smirked. His hair was sort of frizzed, and more messy and ruffled than it was on stage, understandably you guess, but you noticed his outfit had also changed. He had looked like a celebrity up there, all dapper and trimmed up, he was totally gorgeous. But now he’d ditched his suit for a casual black button-down and blue jeans, he looked almost nerdy like this. Still cute though.
“Are you.. Did you change outfits?” He laughs a little bit.
“Can you stop, uh- Checking me out?” Your lips curl up into a smile. You kind of forgot about his arrogance. You raise your eyebrow in response. “Um. Yes, I did. I don’t see how that's relevant...And you keep dodging my question.” You throw your hands up and finally agree to his offer.
“Sure, then, I guess. If it’s on you then who am I to decline?” His lips move into a smile and he turns to call over a bartender. At least you know your shirt worked.
“Hey, Lori!” He waved over the bartender whose name apparently was Lori.
“You know I hate it when you call me that, Dan.” Or maybe not.
“And I hate it when you call me Dan. Can I get a drink for this lovely lady right here?” He gestured over to you and smiled. You couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not.
“Sure. And what will you have?” She turns over to you.
“She’ll have a Vodka Redbull.” He cuts you off.
“Okay, coming right up.” She writes it down and walks off.
You turn to face Atlas, a little confused and also maybe slightly scared because you know for a fact that you did not tell him your order.
“Im magic. I can do that in my sleep.” You laughed, amused.
“Wo-ow. Bravo. Very nicely played.”
He grins again. “And how did you like the show?” You placed your hand on your chin, thinking thoughtfully.
He watches. Looking at you up and down. He studies you like a game he's already won.
“It was very impressive! I really didn’t know what to get into considering this was my first time watching you guys perform and all. It was fun for my first show. I liked the part where you were in handcuffs and Jack was throwing cards at you. And Henley in a bubble was super cool. How does she do that? A projection right? Man, I really wish I could float in a bubble like that for real!”
“But this wasn’t your first show, was it?” You perked your head up in confusion.
“At the street corner today, I saw you.” Oh! Okay, awesome. What the fuck is this guys issue?
“Oh, right! I forgot about that. Ha. I saw you there too. Well, I mean- Obviously, right? But I saw you um, looking my way.” You exhaled. You really hoped he didn’t think you were rambling, or being weird. “And that’s why I wanted to come to this show again tonight.” He was squinting at you, smiling. Like he was studying you.
“Your favorite part of the show was me in handcuffs?” He taunted, completely ignoring your comments. Was he like, actively trying to piss you off or something? Actually, probably.
“Wait, no thats not what I sa-”
“And what do you mean by, ‘for real’ exactly? Do you think that it was all fake?”
“Well, yeah, I guess. Sort of. That’s the gimmick, right?” He didn’t respond, looking at you, but also past you in a sense. “Are.. Are you even listening to me?” He shakes his head, still distracted.
“No, it’s kind of hard when you've got something shiny behind your ear…” He reaches behind and you almost flinch. “Ah!” He holds up a coin and begins to shuffle it through his fingers. You really can't help but burst out laughing. A talented magician doing the oldest trick in the book? Gold.
You look back up at him and realize that his cheeks are a little flushed, you think maybe you embarrassed him. But did he really think that that little trick was going to impress you?
“Sorry, sorry. I just didn't know that professionals still did party tricks like that.”
“Mm.” He said, still fidgeting with the coin. “Are you a skeptic?” He asks, almost avoiding your gaze. You tilt your head, confused.
“Like, do I think magic is fake? Well, yeah. I guess. Doesn’t everyone past the age of ten?” He flicked the coin up and caught it in his palm. He opens his palm up to you, and reveals that the coin is gone.
“So, everything is just… ‘party tricks’ to you?” Atlas taunted, looking at you directly this time. You bit your bottom lip, trying to think of something that wouldn't directly insult him, though you were sure you had already.
“Well, no. Maybe not exactly, but they are tricks, right?” He squints at you, scoffing. Atlas shakes his head.
“No, uh- I’m not a dog. I don’t do ‘tricks’. That's all Jack over there;” He gestures over to his friend who was aiming cards at a stack of beer bottles, knocking each of them down and earning some applause.
You turn back around to face him, and are greeted with an arrogant smirk. He was so full of himself.
“Are you sure?” You tease.
“Woof.” Atlas responds, in the most monotone voice with the straightest face.
You roll your eyes, giggling. “Why'd you even come up here anyways, why me?” You had to inquire. Like, he was a famous magician, right?
He swirls his drink around, observing you.
“Well, I-I saw you at the street corner earlier, and I felt like you were the real 'abracadabra’ of that show.” He throws up air-quotes and rolls his eyes. “You were magnetic then, my eyes stuck on you.” You could feel your cheeks flush up, he really was a charmer. Though that was like, his whole thing wasn't it?
“I’m really glad you came to the show tonight.” Atlas smiles, (genuinely this time).
“Ah, I- Thank you.” You smile, taking a sip of your drink, avoiding eye contact.
“So.” He says bluntly. “Wanna see a trick?”
“After your coin thing? Not really.”
He grins, “What if I can impress you? Prove to you that magic is real?” You laugh, not really believing him.
“Fine then, I’m game.” He pulls out a deck of cards from his pocket, and begins to shuffle them in various ways.
“Watch carefully, come closer. Don’t blink,” It felt almost hypnotizing, watching his hands move like that. You were almost in a trance, until he snapped your fingers grabbing back attention.
“Now, is this your phone number?” Atlas fanned out the cards to a series of numbers, which correctly corresponded to your phone number. It would have been almost impressive if it wasn't so fucking creepy.
He must’ve noticed the shocked look on your face and your wide eyes, because he laughed and his grin grew wider.
“I’m right aren't I? I’m always right.” You batted your eyes.
“I-uh. How-..How did you?-”
“I’m magic.” You nodded, biting your lip.
“Right, Of course.” You grabbed the deck of cards from his hands. “Let me show you a real trick.” You shuffled the cards as well, trying to show off a few of your own tricks. “Anyone who's ever been to Vegas can do a couple shuffles.” He laughed aloud.
“Are- Are you serious? I’m sorry, is that supposed to impress me?” You frowned. “I’ve seen street magicians with more finesse.”
You turned around to arrange the cards. “Aren't you a street magician…” You turned back around to face him and pull out three cards in the order of 9-1-1. You almost swore he cracked a smile.
“Oh, you have a sense of humor. Good.” You smiled, handing him back the cards. “No, I can't call them. They know me. They’ll know my voice.”
“Ha. Whatever, voodoo, taboo, magic. They're all the same.”
“Just because they rhyme does not mean that.”
You place your head in your hands, bored. “Do you ever get told you're annoying?”
“Does that ever stop you?”
You smiled at him, he was really… Relentless. His eyes gleamed with interest. You could tell he was genuinely interested in you, like a puzzle. Well, lucky for you, puzzles are what he did best.
You reached over and tucked a loose strand of his hair away, you could feel the warmth of his skin, how hard he was blushing at you. You felt flattered.
“You come to a magic show with no friend or boyfriend?”
You giggled, twirling your drink around. “I… I don't like to think about it. Don't wanna think about it. I stay unaware as long as I’m drinking.”
You scoff a bit. “Yeah. It doesn't take a magician to figure that out.” He smiles, grabbing your arm and moving closer. You could smell his cologne, it was something clean and sultry, and it smelled like pine needles and cedar.
“Maybe I could… Fix.. That for you. If you let me.” You smile, tilting your head. What was he getting at? “I saw you watching my fingers earlier when I was shuffling the cards.” Your face flushes, turning bright red. “No, don't be embarrassed. It's fine. I know what I look like.”
He moved closer, slithering up your arm. He leaned in, grabbing the side of your face and whispering in your ear.
“And I could do a few more tricks with my fingers… Ones that require a more ‘secluded’ location…”
Your breath hitches and your eyes flutter shut.
“You wanna give me a private show, Atlas?” You teased, grabbing onto his wrist back.
“Call me Daniel please, love.” You met his gaze, which was hungry with something you hadn’t seen yet.
You’re already pushed up against one another in a desperate, handsy kiss outside of his apartment door. It didn’t take very long for the two of you to end up like this. Daniel teased you all the way long in the car, and when you fought back he turned a much deeper shade of red. He was aching for it. And by the way he was kissing you, you could feel it.
His back was against the brick interior of the building as you pushed your tongue into his. He moaned into your mouth slightly, and he threw his head back, almost bashing it against the wall.
“You’re so pretty like this, have I told you?” He breathed out, breaking the kiss.
“About ten times in the car.” You reply, grabbing onto the sides of his face.
“Mm.” He smirks, pulling himself back onto your lips.
He kissed you gentle, until you gave him more to go off of. Then he was ravenous, eating at your mouth like it was his final meal on death row. He bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out closer to him. You squealed slightly as he danced on your tongue.
The friction between you and him was growing by the second as you were practically grinding yourself onto him, holding him by his collar. All of a sudden your clothes felt too restricting. Too suffocating and tight, and you felt the urge to rip your lucky top off.
He reached behind you and unlocked his apartment door with his back hand without breaking the kiss. He kicked it open and spun you around.
As soon as you were inside, you were a desperate mess to try to get your shoes and other various articles of clothing. In taking off your pants, you checked your phone to realize that you had a notification about someone missing your call.
Oh, that little trickster! When you were turned around, he had called himself on the emergency line, which is how he got your number for his card trick!
“Oh, you fucker! I know how you did that trick with my number!” He pulled off his jacket and grabbed you down, pulling you onto his leather couch with him.
“Fucker? I hardly know ‘er,” He joked before taking you in his mouth again. You flipped over so you were on top of him.
“And to think you really had me tricked!” You call out whilst unbuttoning his shirt buttons, clawing at them like some sort of depraved animal in heat. “God, you wear way too much clothes!” He reached up to take off your top as well.
“I could say the same for you.” He threw it off onto the floor. You giggled before straddling over him and leaning your head down by his neck. You traced small kisses along his jaw and sucked down on his neck, earning a small whimper to escape from his lips. You perked up, noticing his bright pink cheeks.
Curious, you ask; “Oh? Has it been a while since someone's done you like this?” He nodded slightly and you beckoned your head down again to continue working your way down his neck.
He reached up and wraps his arms around you, grabbing the back of your bra and unclasping it and tossing it off onto his coffee table. You moan from the cold hair hitting your nipples. Atlas reaches up and grasps onto one of your breasts, you bite your lip so no more pathetic noises escape as he massages it in his hand.
You arched your back and your mouth gaped open from the contact, your hand reached down and instinctually ran your hand through his hair, messing it up more than it already was. Your other free hand held a firm grip on his thigh as he tweaked your nipple.
Your legs spread over him as your knees dug into either side of him on the couch, straddled over him it became really apparent how hard he was; And it was getting more difficult to ignore the ever growing tent in his pants. You arched your back down onto him and met his lips once more, rewarding him with small moans into his mouth as he reached your most sensitive spots with his hands.
You started to grind your lower body onto him, rocking back and forth as he played with your tits. The friction in your underwear was starting to become too much, and you were sure that you were already totally soaked.
He broke the kiss for a second to pop one of your nipples into his mouth. You moaned out loud and threw your head back as his tongue worked its way around your areola.
“Oh my GOD!” You cried, placing your hand on his chest. The contact from your cold hand to his warm chest made his back arch slightly, and he groaned into you.
“Wow, you’re really hot.” You commented, in reference to his chest.
“Why thank you.” He replied, taking it as a compliment. He popped off your nipple, and moved to the other one eliciting a sharp breath to come from you. He ran his teeth along the edges of it as you rutted your hips harder against his bulge.
It felt like you were in a trance almost, completely absorbed in pleasure. He had you wrapped around his finger, but you wanted the upper hand;
You cupped onto the sides of his face and pulled him off of you, you met his gaze as he looked up at you. His lips were still wet and his chin was slick, with his saliva dripping down it. He looked up at you with want and need in his eyes. You lifted his chin upwards at you, holding him like he was yours.
“I want to taste you, all of you.”
His voice was thick with need in his response. “Mm…Yes. Please..” He leaned himself back against the far end of the couch.
Your hands trailed themselves down his body until you reached the zipper of his jeans. It was funny; almost. How confident and full of himself he was before, and now you had him as a whiney, squirming mess beneath you.
You slide down his jeans, leaving him exposed in just his boxers. There was an already forming wet spot in his underwear. You put two of your fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slid them down, revealing his erection. The tip was already dripping with precum. Holding eye contact with him, you began to lick circles around the tip. Teasing him. He whimpered aloud and threw his head back.
You glided your tongue down to his base, using your right hand to hold him steady as your other hand began to fondle with his balls. Daniel gripped tightly on the leather couch as you worked your tongue up and down his length.
You paused at the head again and wrapped both of your hands around him as you tried to take him fully down in your mouth. He wasn’t exceptionally long or big, but you could only take it about halfway before it started to hit all the way in the back of your throat, causing you to gag.
The sounds that came out of both of you were completely pornographic, you were sure that his neighbors on either end could hear the two of you.
He brushed the hair out of your face and held it back behind you as you choked further down on him. He tried his best to keep his hips still so as to not gag you further.
“Mmph.. you’re so…Ah! P-pretty like this…” He praised, his breaths coming out shattered. His shaft was completely wet and slick from you, and you could tell he was close by the way he throbbed and shifted in your mouth. You quickened your pace down onto him, you liked seeing the way his eyes snapped shut and the way he tugged on your hair a little harder, and the way his body shivered under you.
A final moan evicted from his throat as he finished in your mouth. You sat up as you pulled off of him and made eye contact as you swallowed it down. It felt warm as it sank down in your throat.
But now you felt you needed to settle the ache between your legs.
You crawled on top of him once more, getting closer to his face.
“Didn’t know I had such a good boy.” You praised him.
“Woof Woof.” He joked enthusiastically. You tilted your head.
“Oh wow, so much better than back at the bar.”
He nodded. “That was when I was trying to get the girl, and now that I have you…” He trailed off.
You wrapped your arms around him. “And now that you have me you don’t need to impress me anymore?” He smirked.
“I think I still have some impressing to do.” You raised your head. “I need you. So bad.” He whispered closely. You smiled, rolling your head back.
You positioned your body down lower on him. He looked up at you like you were a carved Greek statue. You raised yourself over his cock and threw off your underwear as he frantically put a condom on.
He reached down and parted your folds as you held onto his hips to brace yourself down. You sank down slowly, savoring the way he made you feel as you watched him disappear beneath you.
“Oh! Ow!..” You called out, shivering as he was fully inserted in you. He reached up and caught you in his mouth, muffling any other noises you could make, trying to outweigh the pain with pleasure.
“You’re doing so well, that feels incredible..” He moaned against you. You slowly laid him back down against the couch again, finding a rhythm in your hip and rocking them slowly along him as you rode down.
He reached up and grabbed onto your hips and watched you fully as you began to rut against him harder, you could’ve sworn the grab he had on you was going to leave bruises.
He started to buck his hips into you, chasing the arousal you were causing him. You were completely losing yourself again, pushing against his thrusts and working your thighs onto him. You bit your lip so hard that you had to have drawn blood.
“Oh my God…” You moaned, barely controlling your lust against him. He didn’t say anything as his broken sobs and whimpers said everything for him.
You could feel that familiar sensation of him twitching under you, and could feel his lower abdomen getting hotter and hotter. There were goosebumps forming all over you, and a final thrust is all it took him to finish again.
It was kinda cute the way it didn’t take him very long to cum, there must not be a lot of women in his life. Lucky you.
You kept riding him out even as he finished, using him for every last drop until you got there. You saw a tear drop fall from his eye from the overstimulation. You swiped your thumb under his eye and popped it in your mouth without breaking eye contact. He whined from the sight.
Your legs started to tremor and shake, you could feel your walls tighten and clench around him, and with one final push, you completely came undone.
You climaxed on him and it felt like a tsunami of pleasure corrupting you. Your knees buckled and with a sigh you pulled off of him and collapsed on the other side of the couch, intertwining your legs.
“Oh my god…That was so..” You began.
“Amazing?” He replied, his breath husky.
You nodded. “Yeah, is that some sort of magic form that I don’t know about? Really good sex?”
He laughed. “It could be. But only if you're my assistant.”
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