finally hooking up with that sweet, slightly nerdy guy from class… ((nsfw))
“fuck,” you spit as he hovers above you, his eyes focused on your core, where he carefully works his fingers along your center. “where’d you learn this shit from?”
he’s only half listening, a whisper of a handsome, entertained smile on his lips as he focuses on sliding one finger into you. your hands ghost over his shoulders, not quite scratching, but gripping with increasing pressure.
“like, from porn?” you ask when he doesnt respond. he doesn’t look up at you, too enthralled by the way his fingers work in and out of you slowly, his gaze never leaving your pussy. his smile grows slightly while his brows furrow.
“nah. never that. not that kinda guy.”
he tilts his head ever so slightly, still refusing to look away from your core, barely blinking as he focuses. his thumb massages your clit and your hand flies to the back of his head, arching off the bed with a whine.
“you’re just a fuckin natural, huh?” you joke as you feel your legs start to tremble.
this time, his smile is full. he still cant tear his eyes away, so engaged in making you feel good, so attentive and calculated in his every movement, but he huffs out half a chuckle in response. “right.“
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“ssshit, im sorry,” you whisper as your rip your hands off his shoulders, bringing them up beside your head in balled fists. your face twists in pleasure and your knuckles crack as you dig your fingernails into your own palms, needing something to hold onto.
only then does he finally look away from your pussy, slowing his fingers as he finds your eyes. his hair is slightly mussed and you can tell he’s really listening this time, though his mind is elsewhere, probably still between your legs. “w- huh?”
you shake your head, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get him to keep moving. “nothing. i scratched you.”
he doesnt respond, staring blankly. so handsome. so perfect. slowly, his fingers pick up again, carrfully curling into you. he drags his eyes back down your body. one particularly hard press of his thumb against your clit draws your hands back to his shoulders, and as his pace quickens you’ve done it again before you can even notice— scratching deep, slow lines down his back with your nails.
it’s not a real response from him that draws your attention back to what you’ve done again. its the flex of his back muscles, the tensing of his shoulders that causes you to realize you’ve raked more marks into his skin, angry and red and already puffing with a slight swell.
his grin is lopsided as he huffs out a light chuckle. “come on. you’re not hurting me.”
“n- i’m sorry. didn’t mean to.”
he shrugs and keeps massaging your clit. his attention is on its way out again, back to staring at how perfectly his fingers fit on you, in you. his back tightens again as he flexes, undoubtedly feeling the extent of the damage you caused on his flesh.
“wouldn’t’ve been mad if you did. just tells me i’m doing a’ight.”
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a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan escapes your mouth as he finally slides in. you wish you could see the look on his lightly freckled face as he slowly leans into your pussy, but you cant look up from the sight along your waist: one rough, tan hand holds your hip so lightly you can barely feel it there while the other presses against your inner thigh, pushing your knee into the mattress, opening you up and creating room for his lightly muscled torso to settle between your legs. although you cant see his expression when he bottoms out, your hips slack against his, you can hear him- a bit-back moan graces your ear, followed by a low growl- “goddamnit.”
when he starts moving, thrusting into you with half his lower lip between his teeth in concentration, he pulls you down by your hips— so rough, so jaggedly that its almost messy. his eyebrows are tight and low now, his mouth ever so slightly agape as if he can’t believe the situation he’s got himself— you’ve gotten him— into.
a tear falls from one of your eyes, teeth clenching in pleasure. light pink dusts his cheekbones as he brings one hand off your waist and shakily wipes under your eye with his thumb. he smiles just barely and you reach for his jaw, pulling his towards you. he kisses you back naturally and you drag your teeth against his lower lip until he stutters, abs tightening further as he growls and hastily grabs for your thigh to pull it further up his waist. he’s close.
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he gets especially boyish when he cums, his expertise from earlier temporarily shed as he loses himself in the overwhelming feeling of burning pleasure. you know he’s on the verge when he moans a little higher and lighter than usual- you press a kiss to his mouth and he tries, but can’t seem to stop his head from spinning quite enough to properly meet you there as he messily pushes his lips back against yours in a distracted attempt. his head lulls forward into your neck and he loses the rhythm of his thrusts. his hips snap into you even faster, deeper, to an uneven beat as he hisses low and mean. he drags his face off your shoulder and manages one quick kiss to the edge of your jaw, a few more rough, harsh, flexed-abs thrusts into your pussy before he’s hastily pulling out and cumming across your stomach. his eyes are squeezed shut, brows furrowed harder than ever before. “fuck, oh my god.”
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”i’ll help,” he promises quietly, calmly, ignoring the way his hands are still shaking and his eyes still glazed over. he stutters as if he’s not sure how to move first, hands hovering over the mess of his cum across your stomach and and light bruises on your hips. “i— fuck, shit…”
you giggle and his pretty eyes meet yours. he grins when he sees you laughing and cocks his head, glancing at your lips with a slight longing. before he can lean in, though, you’re dragging two fingers across your skin and gathering his cum before popping them inti your mouth and sucking.
his face crumples- eyes shut hard, teeth gritting, an almost pained expression appearing on his pretty face. he groans, loud, and catches your wrist before pinning it to the mattress beside your head. a new, darker blush swims across his features. “fuck, no, don’t— you can’t just do that, not so fast, fuck.”
“‘ts good. you liked watching me do that?“ you raise an eyebrow, licking the last bit of his cum off your fingers. he looks pained, a drop of embarrassment and sheepishness dancing over his screwed face.
“it—you—”
”you should let me suck you off next time,” you comment offhandedly. his jaw drops in shock, and you swear he blushes even harder as he shyly presses his hips into your thigh, slowly growing hard again at the conversation. “you know, since you clearly liked… that.”
for good measure, you drag one more finger through the remaining stickiness on your stomach and lick it off. proving your point, he growls again.
“y-yea. anything you want. anything you want.”