T | she/her | mid 20s (20+ only here, no minors and no 18 or 19 year olds) | Psychology/Library Gal | Anxiety/Depression | glasses/hearing aids | reading/writing | Fantasy/Sci-Fi | History | Crime/Med | Christian | Bisexual | This blog (which is NSFW at times) is what it says on the tin I like a lot of fandoms (includes, but is not limited to (you can always ask ;)): HBO War, Star Trek franchise, Doctor Who, Arrowverse, Marvel, Broadway, Supernatural, Law and Order franchise, The X-Files, MASH, Criminal Minds, Buffyverse, OUAT, ER/The Pitt/The Librarians/Leverage, Grimm, Bones, Southland, Animal Kingdom, Castle, Stargate SG-1, Farscape, CSI) I am willing to write (fluff, angst, smut, x reader, ships, imagines, headcanons, drabbles, preferences, one shots; not all characters or ships)/share my writing Requests are: CLOSED FOR EVERYTHING (I’ve got shit going on physically and mentally and emotionally)
Also feel like that because Pope didn't exactly grow up being exposed to "normal kid friendly" programming growing up that once he and Reader have kids he kind of gets lost in Sesame Street...
He grew up watching nature documentaries and tv that was far too violent for someone as young as him.
So, he never really remembers watching cartoons that often. So, Saturday morning he's sitting up with his kids with juice and watching Tom and Jerry and Sesame Street...like the man is genuinely watching it and not in the way parents watch tv with their kids...the man is paying attention. His kids love it and Reader understands the reasons why.
Pope would totally want his kids to have as normal of a childhood as possible and in a lot of ways the normal simple parts of childhood feel healing for Pope. His innerchild gets to be soothed by Big Bird, legos, and playdough...
Too distracted this morning by thoughts of forbidding a subby boy from cumming right as he is about to, then watching him squirm around pathetically and try so desperately to hold in his load like a good, obedient boy ❤️ hearing him beggg me to let him cum with absolute desperation in his voice and his whimpering getting louder and louder… just for him to completely lose control and accidentally cum anyways. It’s so cute when they just can’t help it 🥰
overstimulation as an act of devotion. giving you orgasm after orgasm to show you how wanted, how desired, how loved you are. i know, sweet thing. it’s so intense. it won’t stop. but that’s how my love is. insistent and powerful. an ocean at high tide. your moaning, screaming, crying, cumming shows me that you’ve received it. my love.
i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.
Wanna write a Zach Addy x reader where they enter into a relationship only to appear socially normal. Like it’s completely just for appearances and convenience. It’s just to get Jack and Angela to stop trying to set them up on dates that make them feel bad. They recognize they aren’t society’s idea of conventional and gravitate towards each other because of that. But they find their own special affection and adoration toward each other. They don’t have to be conventional. They just have to feel comfortable being themselves with each other. They slowly become more comfortable with each other as the other accepts them. They find their own kind of love and relationship, no matter how unconventional it seems to anyone else.
I need to wear a bikini for a party when I wanted to wear a one piece because Pope urged me to (“every other woman in California wears a bikini, why shouldn’t you?”). I need to feel self conscious in it and to wear a coverup over it, causing Pope to frown. I need Pope to covertly steal the coverup and then act innocent about it so he can just be staring at the exposed skin of my body now (like he won’t look away even though I’m obviously physically uncomfortable so exposed (his staring doesn’t help either)). I need Pope Cody to not give a fuck about any fat or stretch marks or scars or hair on my body (the more of me there is, the more of me there is too look at, touch, and obsess over). I need Pope to coax me inside the house (into his bedroom) “for my own comfort” (“just come on, you’ll be more comfortable inside the house, there’s less people there”). I need Pope to be creepy and perverted about my body. I think that would heal me tbh.
Pope Cody x fem!chubby/plus sized!reader (isn't super descriptive, only mentions she's not a size two, has stretch marks)
Summary: you don’t think any man would want you, Andrew Cody proves you wrong
WC: ~2.3k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI - fingering and cunnilingus, obsessed!pope, very inexperienced/virgin!reader, insecure!reader, pubic hair, thoughts of inadequacy, self worth and self esteem issues, very self indulgent, don’t like, don’t read
“Who’s gonna want to have sex with me? N-No one’s ever gonna want t-to hug me or even hold my hand.”
Andrew stepped towards you slowly and slid his hand into yours. He was now very firmly holding your hand.
You didn’t hug him. You didn’t pull away. You just froze.
“Is it not what you expected or is it me?” He whispered softly after a few seconds of silence and as he observed your stillness. “Do I not feel like the right person for this?”
Your eyes snapped to his. “N-no! I-I don’t…you feel so fucking right, Andrew. That’s not what this is about.” You shook your head.
His eyebrows furrowed. “So what’s the matter?”Â
You looked away from him and sighed. “I still don’t believe it’s real.”
He cupped the back of your neck with his other hand and moved your head so it was facing him and you were making eye contact with him. “It’s very real.” He assured you. “I’m real. I promise.”
“Would it be too much to ask you to kiss me?”
His eyebrow raised. “You’re sure you want that?”
Were you sure? Were you really? You weren’t quite so sure now, actually. Not with the way he was looking at you right now.
“Why shouldn’t I?” You asked softly.
“I just wouldn’t want to overwhelm you.”
“Maybe I’d like to be overwhelmed.” You murmured.
“I just wouldn’t want you freezing up again. I mean… you can’t even handle me holding your hand.” He teased you lightly.
You huffed at that. “I am handling it.”
But he wasn’t done teasing you. “I just think we should maybe go sl-”
You cut him off before he can say you two should go slow. “Andrew if you don’t kiss m-”
The hand on the back of your neck forced your head forward to meet his lips. And suddenly, you were kissing Andrew Cody. His lips firmly melded to yours as his hand held your head in place. The hand that was holding yours slipped out of it and before you could pull back to question it, that hand was sliding along your waist, tugging your body to his as firmly as he’d tugged your head to his. You could feel his toned abdominal muscles against your softer abdomen.
A soft sound reached your ears and you weren’t sure which of the two of you had made it until it dawned on you that you had both whimpered at the same time into the kiss. You let him guide you as you really had no idea what you were doing.
He finally pulled away. “Who doesn’t wanna kiss you?” He rasped softly.
“I-I guess you do want to.” You murmured softly.
He scoffed at this. “You guess?”
“I guess I’m just having a bit of trouble processing this still.”
“That I want you?”
You nodded. “Mhm.”
“Do I have to strip you naked to show you?”
You grimaced. “You don’t want to see me naked.”
“Don’t tell me what I want, okay?” He growled lowly. “Because I know damn well what I want. You think I have no idea what you might look like? I know you’re not a size 2. You’re not exactly going to be surprising me nude. I know what I want and what I want is you.”
“M-My body isn’t arousing… like at all. Like it’s not aesthetically pleasing in any way.”
“Don’t I get to decide what I find attractive or unattractive?”
“Y-yes, but-”
“But what?” He interjected before you could protest again. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
“I’m afraid you’ll reject me.” You clarified. “You’ll see me naked and you won’t want me anymore.”
“I have some idea what your body looks like.” He reiterated.
“Not completely naked.” You countered.
He huffed. “I won’t know until I see that, though.”
“Therein lies the predicament. It seems we’re at an impasse.”
He cupped your cheeks. “What can I do for you so that you’ll let me past your walls?”
“I don’t know.” You whispered. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“That’s okay. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do.” He assured you.
You sighed. “I do want you, I-I just… I don’t know what to do.”
He led you to sit down on your bed. He sat down beside you.“What do you want to do? Maybe talking about it will help.”
“With you?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Anything in particular?”
“I liked it when you kissed me.”
“That’s good to know but is there anything beyond kissing you’d like to do?”
“I don’t know how to have sex.” You murmured, embarrassed.
“So you’ll learn. Do you watch porn or read smut, anything like that?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Well what do you like about it? Or what don’t you like?”
“I don’t think I’d like rough stuff. That just doesn’t appeal to me.”
“So you don’t have to do that. You want someone to be gentle with you?”
“I want someone to care.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He rubbed your arm. “You want someone to hold you? Do you want someone to make you cum before they think about themselves?”
“That… would be nice, yeah.”
He leant in towards you. “Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Y-Yes.” You whispered softly.
“Say it.” He looked deep into your eyes. “Tell me you want me to make you cum.”
You looked back at him. “I want you to make me cum, Andrew.”
“Can you lay back for me? I’m gonna have to touch you but I promise I’ll go really slow.”
“Okay.” You eased back on the bed on your back.
“That’s it. That’s my girl. Just relax and let me take care of you.” He murmured soothingly.
He covered your body with his own and caressed your side with one hand while he kissed your neck.
At first, your body tensed due to the unfamiliar situation but you slowly relaxed as your body realized that “new” didn’t equal “bad” in this particular case.
“You’re gonna let me make you feel good, aren’t you?”
“I want to.” You confirmed.
“So let yourself want that, let me do that. It’ll be okay. It’ll feel real good, trust me.”
“It’s still so strange.”
“I know it is. But just remember that I want you. I want to do this. I want to give you what you want. I wanna make you cum. I wanna hear you as I touch you. I wanna feel you beneath me. I want you. I don’t want anyone else right now.” He was breathing more heavily as he finished speaking.
“Please touch me, Andrew.”
“Yeah? That’s what you want? Gonna take your shorts off, okay?”
You breathed deeply. “Oh-Okay.”
He slowly pulled your shorts down, revealing your bare legs to him, your bare thighs.
“There we go. Just breathe. They’re off.” His hands ran up and down your thighs reverently. “You’re okay.”
You took a deep breath. “I’m okay.”
“Good.” He just kept caressing and then he leant down to kiss your skin. “Keep breathing for me. I’m not going anywhere.”
You closed your eyes and let yourself focus on his lips against your skin, and his tongue. He wasn’t afraid of your body. He wasn’t afraid of any fat or stretch marks or scars or body hair.
You jolt as his tongue runs up your panties over your slit. “Andrew!”
“Sorry.” He wasn’t sorry in the slightest, though. “Just teasing you. You wanna be wet, right?”
You nodded. “Right.”
“So…” his thumb rubbed over your panties. “You need stimulation.”
You knew this obviously. You just had never had a man touch you before so the sensation was foreign. Not bad. Just unfamiliar. But unfamiliar was not bad.
“Keep going.” You requested softly of him.
“With pleasure.” He responded as he continued to slowly rub his thumb over your clit.
You were a woman to Andrew. One woman was practically like any other to him. He didn’t exactly perceive one woman as more attractive to him personally than another. He acknowledged that Oceanside, Los Angeles, and San Diego were filled with thin, lean, and athletic women. But he did not think of women with a higher body fat percentage as ugly or undesirable. You were not undesirable to him. His cock could engorge with blood all the same if he envisioned the woman naked and under him or on top of him. He’d gotten hard before thinking of what your tits and belly would look like as you sat on top of him and bounced on his cock. He’d jerked off to the thought of you wearing one of his shirts and no bra or panties under it.
He was hard now as he slowly pulled your panties down your legs. Your curls around your vulva caused him to have to take a deep breath.
“I’m gonna slip a finger in slowly, okay? Just one.”
You breathed deeply yourself and nodded. He proceeded to slip his thick middle into your warmth. He didn’t shove it in. He slowly eased it in. You shuddered as he licked your clit. You tried to relax your body so you were so tense. You tried to keep your swirling thoughts at bay.
What if I can’t cum? What if I don’t sound sexy? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t arouse him? What if he just quits on me?
“Hey, hey,” he nipped at your abdomen, “you’re okay. Stay with me here.”
“I-I’m trying. Sorry.”
“What can I do to help?”
“I-I don’t know. Keep talking to me maybe?”
He hummed in acknowledgment. He slowly worked a second finger into you as he began to lick and suckle your clit. “You’re doing good for me. I’m really proud of you. Never thought you’d ever let me touch you like this.”
“You’ve wanted to?”
“For so fucking long.”
“Is that why you’re always staring at me?”
He just looked up at you from between your legs and let you figure it out on your own which you promptly did because his eyes practically called you a dumbass for ever thinking anything different.
“You never said anything.”
“I was afraid I’d scare you off. That was the last thing I wanted to do.”
“You are fairly intense.” You admitted. “But you don’t scare me, Andrew.”
“I could’ve. I burn inside for you.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re all I think about when you’re around. Even when you’re not around, I still think about you. Are you alright? Are you comfortable? Are you tired or thirsty or hungry? What do you do when you’re alone? What do you look like naked?”
“You actually think those things about me?”
“Constantly.”
This was unfathomable to you. “Really?”
He gave you another look that made you feel like a dumbass for asking.
“I just never thought…”
“That a man could ever think about you like that?”
“I guess, yeah.”
“Guess again because you consume me. I can’t sleep because all I want to do is think about you. It’s all I can do.” He felt your walls flutter around his fingers and he smirked. “You like that? You like how obsessed I am with you?”
“N-No.” You tried to deny it but he wasn’t buying it.
“I think you do. Or your body does. It likes the attention.”
And so he doubled it. He kept licking and sucking at your clit and he pumped his two fingers in and out of you.
“Gonna make you cum.” He croaked against your clit. “Don’t care how long it takes.”
“I-I don’t know if I-”
“You will.” He barked.
You had no idea if you actually could. But he didn’t seem to be giving you a choice. And his relentless stimulation of your sensitive areas seemed to be doing the trick.
“Please please please…” he seemingly begged your clit to let you cum for him.
He was being as gentle as he could be with the speed he was going at. His lips and tongue worked hard to stimulate your clit as his two thick fingers worked in and out of you.
“Wanna hear you, beautiful. Please…”
You had been making noise for a few minutes now, mewling and moaning as the sensations built in your groin.
“That’s it. Just let it happen.” He encouraged you.
The stimulation didn’t stop and you tried to let yourself relax. You knew getting all tense would just not work out for you. “How do I kn-”
“You’ll know.” He huffed as he kept it up.
You were so wet that his two thick fingers easily pumped in and out. He hooked them in just the right way over and over again.
“Oh my… fuck.” You shuddered.
“That feel good?” He knew it did.
“Yes. Please keep touching my clit like that.” You requested softly.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Your thighs shook, you couldn’t contain your noises. You felt like you were being slowly teased toward euphoria. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.
“Andy… I think I’m go-”
“Do it.” He commanded.
You let out a strangled noise as your body obeyed him.
“Holy shit, fuck!” You gasped.
He had to hold your hip to keep you steady as you bucked. “Tha’s it, just let it overtake you.”
That’s exactly what you did as you rode that crest. He helped you through it until you came down from the high.
“How’d your first orgasm feel?”
“Was that an orgasm?”
“You don’t know?”
“I guess it was. Sure felt like one.”
“Sounded like one.” He agreed.
“Did it?”
“Better than I ever could’ve imagined.”
“You’ve imagined… how I’d sound when I cum?”
“I’ve jerked off to just about everything to do with you.”
“Tell me.”
“Go pee first.” He jerked his head toward your bathroom. “Then I’d be happy to.”
Pope Cody x fem!chubby/plus sized!reader (isn't super descriptive, only mentions she's not a size two, has stretch marks)
Summary: you don’t think any man would want you, Andrew Cody proves you wrong
WC: ~2.3k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI - fingering and cunnilingus, obsessed!pope, very inexperienced/virgin!reader, insecure!reader, pubic hair, thoughts of inadequacy, self worth and self esteem issues, very self indulgent, don’t like, don’t read
“Who’s gonna want to have sex with me? N-No one’s ever gonna want t-to hug me or even hold my hand.”
Andrew stepped towards you slowly and slid his hand into yours. He was now very firmly holding your hand.
You didn’t hug him. You didn’t pull away. You just froze.
“Is it not what you expected or is it me?” He whispered softly after a few seconds of silence and as he observed your stillness. “Do I not feel like the right person for this?”
Your eyes snapped to his. “N-no! I-I don’t…you feel so fucking right, Andrew. That’s not what this is about.” You shook your head.
His eyebrows furrowed. “So what’s the matter?”Â
You looked away from him and sighed. “I still don’t believe it’s real.”
He cupped the back of your neck with his other hand and moved your head so it was facing him and you were making eye contact with him. “It’s very real.” He assured you. “I’m real. I promise.”
“Would it be too much to ask you to kiss me?”
His eyebrow raised. “You’re sure you want that?”
Were you sure? Were you really? You weren’t quite so sure now, actually. Not with the way he was looking at you right now.
“Why shouldn’t I?” You asked softly.
“I just wouldn’t want to overwhelm you.”
“Maybe I’d like to be overwhelmed.” You murmured.
“I just wouldn’t want you freezing up again. I mean… you can’t even handle me holding your hand.” He teased you lightly.
You huffed at that. “I am handling it.”
But he wasn’t done teasing you. “I just think we should maybe go sl-”
You cut him off before he can say you two should go slow. “Andrew if you don’t kiss m-”
The hand on the back of your neck forced your head forward to meet his lips. And suddenly, you were kissing Andrew Cody. His lips firmly melded to yours as his hand held your head in place. The hand that was holding yours slipped out of it and before you could pull back to question it, that hand was sliding along your waist, tugging your body to his as firmly as he’d tugged your head to his. You could feel his toned abdominal muscles against your softer abdomen.
A soft sound reached your ears and you weren’t sure which of the two of you had made it until it dawned on you that you had both whimpered at the same time into the kiss. You let him guide you as you really had no idea what you were doing.
He finally pulled away. “Who doesn’t wanna kiss you?” He rasped softly.
“I-I guess you do want to.” You murmured softly.
He scoffed at this. “You guess?”
“I guess I’m just having a bit of trouble processing this still.”
“That I want you?”
You nodded. “Mhm.”
“Do I have to strip you naked to show you?”
You grimaced. “You don’t want to see me naked.”
“Don’t tell me what I want, okay?” He growled lowly. “Because I know damn well what I want. You think I have no idea what you might look like? I know you’re not a size 2. You’re not exactly going to be surprising me nude. I know what I want and what I want is you.”
“M-My body isn’t arousing… like at all. Like it’s not aesthetically pleasing in any way.”
“Don’t I get to decide what I find attractive or unattractive?”
“Y-yes, but-”
“But what?” He interjected before you could protest again. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
“I’m afraid you’ll reject me.” You clarified. “You’ll see me naked and you won’t want me anymore.”
“I have some idea what your body looks like.” He reiterated.
“Not completely naked.” You countered.
He huffed. “I won’t know until I see that, though.”
“Therein lies the predicament. It seems we’re at an impasse.”
He cupped your cheeks. “What can I do for you so that you’ll let me past your walls?”
“I don’t know.” You whispered. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“That’s okay. You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do.” He assured you.
You sighed. “I do want you, I-I just… I don’t know what to do.”
He led you to sit down on your bed. He sat down beside you.“What do you want to do? Maybe talking about it will help.”
“With you?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Anything in particular?”
“I liked it when you kissed me.”
“That’s good to know but is there anything beyond kissing you’d like to do?”
“I don’t know how to have sex.” You murmured, embarrassed.
“So you’ll learn. Do you watch porn or read smut, anything like that?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Well what do you like about it? Or what don’t you like?”
“I don’t think I’d like rough stuff. That just doesn’t appeal to me.”
“So you don’t have to do that. You want someone to be gentle with you?”
“I want someone to care.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He rubbed your arm. “You want someone to hold you? Do you want someone to make you cum before they think about themselves?”
“That… would be nice, yeah.”
He leant in towards you. “Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Y-Yes.” You whispered softly.
“Say it.” He looked deep into your eyes. “Tell me you want me to make you cum.”
You looked back at him. “I want you to make me cum, Andrew.”
“Can you lay back for me? I’m gonna have to touch you but I promise I’ll go really slow.”
“Okay.” You eased back on the bed on your back.
“That’s it. That’s my girl. Just relax and let me take care of you.” He murmured soothingly.
He covered your body with his own and caressed your side with one hand while he kissed your neck.
At first, your body tensed due to the unfamiliar situation but you slowly relaxed as your body realized that “new” didn’t equal “bad” in this particular case.
“You’re gonna let me make you feel good, aren’t you?”
“I want to.” You confirmed.
“So let yourself want that, let me do that. It’ll be okay. It’ll feel real good, trust me.”
“It’s still so strange.”
“I know it is. But just remember that I want you. I want to do this. I want to give you what you want. I wanna make you cum. I wanna hear you as I touch you. I wanna feel you beneath me. I want you. I don’t want anyone else right now.” He was breathing more heavily as he finished speaking.
“Please touch me, Andrew.”
“Yeah? That’s what you want? Gonna take your shorts off, okay?”
You breathed deeply. “Oh-Okay.”
He slowly pulled your shorts down, revealing your bare legs to him, your bare thighs.
“There we go. Just breathe. They’re off.” His hands ran up and down your thighs reverently. “You’re okay.”
You took a deep breath. “I’m okay.”
“Good.” He just kept caressing and then he leant down to kiss your skin. “Keep breathing for me. I’m not going anywhere.”
You closed your eyes and let yourself focus on his lips against your skin, and his tongue. He wasn’t afraid of your body. He wasn’t afraid of any fat or stretch marks or scars or body hair.
You jolt as his tongue runs up your panties over your slit. “Andrew!”
“Sorry.” He wasn’t sorry in the slightest, though. “Just teasing you. You wanna be wet, right?”
You nodded. “Right.”
“So…” his thumb rubbed over your panties. “You need stimulation.”
You knew this obviously. You just had never had a man touch you before so the sensation was foreign. Not bad. Just unfamiliar. But unfamiliar was not bad.
“Keep going.” You requested softly of him.
“With pleasure.” He responded as he continued to slowly rub his thumb over your clit.
You were a woman to Andrew. One woman was practically like any other to him. He didn’t exactly perceive one woman as more attractive to him personally than another. He acknowledged that Oceanside, Los Angeles, and San Diego were filled with thin, lean, and athletic women. But he did not think of women with a higher body fat percentage as ugly or undesirable. You were not undesirable to him. His cock could engorge with blood all the same if he envisioned the woman naked and under him or on top of him. He’d gotten hard before thinking of what your tits and belly would look like as you sat on top of him and bounced on his cock. He’d jerked off to the thought of you wearing one of his shirts and no bra or panties under it.
He was hard now as he slowly pulled your panties down your legs. Your curls around your vulva caused him to have to take a deep breath.
“I’m gonna slip a finger in slowly, okay? Just one.”
You breathed deeply yourself and nodded. He proceeded to slip his thick middle into your warmth. He didn’t shove it in. He slowly eased it in. You shuddered as he licked your clit. You tried to relax your body so you were not so tense. You tried to keep your swirling thoughts at bay.
What if I can’t cum? What if I don’t sound sexy? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t arouse him? What if he just quits on me?
“Hey, hey,” he nipped at your abdomen, “you’re okay. Stay with me here.”
“I-I’m trying. Sorry.”
“What can I do to help?”
“I-I don’t know. Keep talking to me maybe?”
He hummed in acknowledgment. He slowly worked a second finger into you as he began to lick and suckle your clit. “You’re doing good for me. I’m really proud of you. Never thought you’d ever let me touch you like this.”
“You’ve wanted to?”
“For so fucking long.”
“Is that why you’re always staring at me?”
He just looked up at you from between your legs and let you figure it out on your own which you promptly did because his eyes practically called you a dumbass for ever thinking anything different.
“You never said anything.”
“I was afraid I’d scare you off. That was the last thing I wanted to do.”
“You are fairly intense.” You admitted. “But you don’t scare me, Andrew.”
“I could’ve. I burn inside for you.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re all I think about when you’re around. Even when you’re not around, I still think about you. Are you alright? Are you comfortable? Are you tired or thirsty or hungry? What do you do when you’re alone? What do you look like naked?”
“You actually think those things about me?”
“Constantly.”
This was unfathomable to you. “Really?”
He gave you another look that made you feel like a dumbass for asking.
“I just never thought…”
“That a man could ever think about you like that?”
“I guess, yeah.”
“Guess again because you consume me. I can’t sleep because all I want to do is think about you. It’s all I can do.” He felt your walls flutter around his fingers and he smirked. “You like that? You like how obsessed I am with you?”
“N-No.” You tried to deny it but he wasn’t buying it.
“I think you do. Or your body does. It likes the attention.”
And so he doubled it. He kept licking and sucking at your clit and he pumped his two fingers in and out of you.
“Gonna make you cum.” He croaked against your clit. “Don’t care how long it takes.”
“I-I don’t know if I-”
“You will.” He barked.
You had no idea if you actually could. But he didn’t seem to be giving you a choice. And his relentless stimulation of your sensitive areas seemed to be doing the trick.
“Please please please…” he seemingly begged your clit to let you cum for him.
He was being as gentle as he could be with the speed he was going at. His lips and tongue worked hard to stimulate your clit as his two thick fingers worked in and out of you.
“Wanna hear you, beautiful. Please…”
You had been making noise for a few minutes now, mewling and moaning as the sensations built in your groin.
“That’s it. Just let it happen.” He encouraged you.
The stimulation didn’t stop and you tried to let yourself relax. You knew getting all tense would just not work out for you. “How do I kn-”
“You’ll know.” He huffed as he kept it up.
You were so wet that his two thick fingers easily pumped in and out. He hooked them in just the right way over and over again.
“Oh my… fuck.” You shuddered.
“That feel good?” He knew it did.
“Yes. Please keep touching my clit like that.” You requested softly.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Your thighs shook, you couldn’t contain your noises. You felt like you were being slowly teased toward euphoria. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.
“Andy… I think I’m go-”
“Do it.” He commanded.
You let out a strangled noise as your body obeyed him.
“Holy shit, fuck!” You gasped.
He had to hold your hip to keep you steady as you bucked. “Tha’s it, just let it overtake you.”
That’s exactly what you did as you rode that crest. He helped you through it until you came down from the high.
“How’d your first orgasm feel?”
“Was that an orgasm?”
“You don’t know?”
“I guess it was. Sure felt like one.”
“Sounded like one.” He agreed.
“Did it?”
“Better than I ever could’ve imagined.”
“You’ve imagined… how I’d sound when I cum?”
“I’ve jerked off to just about everything to do with you.”
“Tell me.”
“Go pee first.” He jerked his head toward your bathroom. “Then I’d be happy to.”
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