FIRST TIME ━━╋━
mdni .ᐟ dex being as gentle as he possibly can with you, soft sex, implied loss of virginity but like its not a big deal, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, cockwarming, clit play, messy makeout, praise, lwk nervous dex...
“just take your time yeah?”
dex lays back, staring up at you carefully, his dilated pupils filled half with worry, half with awe. you sat over him tense as ever and stuffed to the brim with his pulsing cock. you shiver squeezing him with your already tight cunt, hands balanced on his broad, solid chest, taking in the feel of his warm skin and just how full you felt.
dex wasn't exactly the most sexually active guy, he didn't fuck just anybody, so when you proposed the solution to your complete lack of experience it made sense. in your head at least...
he hisses softly, “i told you baby— we don't have to do this—”
“i know— i know—”, you pant out softly, whispering a little embarrassed, pouting out your bottom lip softly.
“but i really want to dex— c'mon please…”
he swallows, rolling his jaw while you felt his chest rise and fall as he took his time. dex could feel his cock twitch at your soft plea, watching the nerves on your face, the slight shake in your voice, making him tighten his grip around your hips. dex can't help but give into your need as you bit your lip giving him that sweet look with your tits pressed together for him, how could he refuse ?
“m’gonna go slow ‘kay?”, his voice is low and comforting in the dim room, eyes staring up at you like you were the centre of his world, and truly you were.
you nod, feeling him begin to lift you over his cock, moving you with ease, his big rough hands holding you by your waist as his muscles flexed. he tried to be gentle with you, watching your face scrunch up while he helped you ride him at that slow sensual pace.
“feels good?”
he offered a little smile, a faint quirk of his lips in that familiar smirk.
“uh huh— so— so good—”, you let out a breathy moan, running your hands on his torso and the smooth of his abs for balance all while he kept his steady pace. dex carried on, acting as if you were fine china, one wrong move and you'd crack under his touch. he focused on the feeling of your warm pussy, letting his hips thrust up into you gently, groaning as he held himself back from fucking you harder. his brow creasing with restraint on his focused face, he watched your lips, swollen from nervous chewing, your eyes darting over him, how your tits bounced slightly with his pacing, dex noticed everything about you. he was obsessed.
“mhm— that's it— taking me so well baby…”
he kept going and going as you felt your body tingling with pleasure and that tight feeling blooming inside your stomach. he watches your face, waiting carefully for the right time to move.
suddenly the tip of his thick cock hit a spongey spot deep inside you, making you gasp out and clutch at him, nails pressing into his tough skin.
“shit— m'sorry—”
worry fills him and he expects you to cry out, to ask him to stop but instead you arch into it, moaning out softly, all breathy and pretty sitting on top of him. he lets out a huff watching your hips bounce over his cock, trying to emulate the feeling.
“keep doing that— please—”, you whine, making him let out a breathy sigh of relief and a meek smile as he pumps you over his cock with a more steady pace.
dex loved this. watching you fall apart on top of him, crumbling so softly, so beautifully. all for him.
“so pretty like this…”
“look at you angel…”
hes muttering to himself, hypnotised by you and the sloppy connection where the base of his cock met your cunt and the lewd, wet sounds emanating from it. he feels every delicate flutter and squeeze of your cunt around his thick cock, he knows exactly where to aim, how hard and how much, he feels you getting closer and closer. dex knows you better then you know yourself. he can feel how close you are to your finish, the hot band pooling in your lower half about to snap.
another thrust, and another, the lewd noises getting louder between the two of you, he grunts pulling you closer. one of his big hands grabbing for your hair, tugging slightly, and suddenly his mouth is on yours swallowing your loud moans. his tongue is warm and he tastes like sweet coffee, dex nips at your lips, licking and kissing you in a mess of spit and want. while he sucks at your tongue his other hand gropes at your ass, kneading the plush curve of it while effortlessly moving you up and down the length of his cock.
to finish you off he drags the hand that was on your ass over your hip and between your legs, leaving the skin with burning hot trails of his touch. his thumb reaches for your clit, nudging its way down and pressing hard. sirens go off in your head, you practically see stars. dex feels your mouth hang open, half dumb and gasping out pleas for god knows what. he rubs a tight circle over your clit, pressing his face against your cheek before he found a solid pace, feeling your muscles twitch and force your legs to squeeze around him.
when you cum it's messy and sudden, you gasp out his name into his mouth, leaning forward into him. dex holds you tight against him, letting you shake softly into his skin while you screw your eyes tighter letting out little soft whimpers.
“that's it, just— fuck— let it happen—”
dex grunts softly, chasing his own finish. after glancing at your face, seeing the fucked out look gloss over your eyes he cant help cumming deep inside you, fucking you gently through your both your highs. he held you tight against him. he felt how your pussy creamed around his now limp cock with overwhelmingly warm pleasure.
the aftermath is warm and achy. he's stroking your skin gently, the side of your face then moving his palm to rub comforting circles into your back.
“did so good—”, he mumbles quietly, feeling you relax on top of him mumbling something shakily while your eyes flutter shut.
dex runs his long fingers through your hair watching you lay your head over his chest, spent and tired as ever. he lets you rest while he was still twitchy and spent inside of you.
“did so good f'me angel— so good—”, he mumbles tiredly feeling his own eyelids grow heavy.
The funniest part of A New Hope is that Luke Skywalker is a 19 year old who has not locked in yet and plays with toys and sleeps in his childhood bedroom at his aunt and uncle’s house and Leia Organa is a 19 year old with a mission to save the galaxy from fascism. Luke has never left his hometown, Leia just watched her planet be blown up. He’s peeved his uncle is asking him to do his chores, she’s imprisoned for resisting the government. You relate to them both but they’re on complete opposite sides of the 19 year old life stage spectrum.
Thinking about Clark Kent realizing just how much you love dirty talk in the bedroom, but he has no idea how to say the things you do, so he steals a copy of one of the erotica books from your apartment. He takes to reading it, studying, and putting post-it annotations. Much to your surprise, next time the two of you are intimate, Clark manages to say the dirtiest things (even without cussing).
Maybe you have no clue how he learned, assuming that he had been absorbing and filing away all the raunchy things you say, only to use your words against you.
Or maybe you find the book at his place, tucked in his bedside drawer, annotations and all. Do you lovingly confront him, or do you let him have his secret?
If you were to bring it up, perhaps you would drop the book between the two of you. His eyes would fly open, and he'd sputter something like, "I-I can explain!" and boy, oh boy, you happily listen to him stutter his way through his reasoning.
Would you scold him and teach him a lesson for taking things without asking? Or would you test him and see just how much he's really learned? ...Why not both?
i’d sell my soul for clark kent to be fucking me right now. legs on each one of his shoulders, hands grasping the bedsheets, absolutely no condom because i wanna feel him all
Clark gasps beneath you, his hips bucking up into you sitting atop his thick thighs. He fists the sheets at his sides so hard that you think he might tear them if he squeezes even just a little more. His skin is pink, a thin layer of sweat coating it after having been laid out beneath you for so long.
He glances down at your hands, wrapped around his cock as you drag them up and down the length of him with tightened fists. Every time your hands pass over his knots, he gasps all over again and forces his head back into the pillow beneath it.
“Please, d-don't stop. That—ah, feels good.”
You nod, squeezing a little tighter. “Not gonna stop, baby. I got you.”
You watch his muscles flex, his strength bursting at the seams at the overwhelming pleasure of your hands, so small around him but so fucking good.
You drag your hands down to the knot closer to the base of him, squeezing your hands tighter and tighter and watching his eyes close shut behind his fogged up glasses. He chokes on a rushed breath, his body curling in at the sensations that course through him.
“Ah, fuck. Yeah, honey. Tighter,” he rambles, chasing that pleasure as the pressure renders him useless to it. “Gosh, you're so—Tighter, please, please.”
You oblige, watching him squirm beneath you and struggle to catch his breath. He looks so pretty like this, flustered and unkempt. His hair is a mess, sticking to his forehead as the heat of his skin fogs his glasses almost enough to shield his precious blue eyes.
His cock pulses in your hands as precum leaks in a steady stream that coats your fingers and makes it easier to coax him. The filthy sound of your slick hands fills the room and joins his shattered breaths and deep moans.
You wish you could do more, but you couldn't possibly take his knots outside of your heat, especially not the bigger one throbbing in your hand. He's just too big, too filling. He wouldn't even try to have you take it, too afraid he'd split you apart just trying to get past the first one.
You can tell it's not enough. Sweat dots his forehead, and his chest rises and falls like he's seconds from sobbing. The fact that he has two knots to take care of is ridiculous enough, you couldn't imagine the pain it brings when he's too big to even manage getting one in you. You can only cover so much of him with your hands.
But he needs this. He's pent up, so close to his rut that you can smell the burnt edge to it in the air, can feel the way something in you writhes under his scent and threatens to come whining back. You think if he doesn't get to pop his knots soon, he'll spontaneously combust. After all that time he spent helping you during what was probably the worst heat of your life, you can't leave him to suffer like this. Not when he deserves so much better.
He whines, bringing his hands to his face where he presses the meat of his palms into his eyes. His chest shudders, and you know it's a poorly veiled sob. “I know, alpha, I know. I'm trying, ‘m sorry.”
He shakes his head, looking at you with unfocused eyes as he struggles to think straight enough to answer. “No, honey. You're—gosh, you're perfect. I just–” His gasps, his hips bucking up again. “I'm just…too much.”
It's your turn to shake your head, insistent and showing it. “Not too much, honey. Promise. I'm gonna find a way.”
He covers his face again, letting you continue to try and help. You can tell there's a good part of him that's really embarrassed, that wants to sink into the mattress and disappear. That part of him only makes you that much more determined to prove that he isn't wrong.
You let go of him, and he lets out this sound like he's going to start sobbing, falling apart in a heap of pent up frustration and a dash of humiliation.
You shush him gently, adjusting yourself on his lap to lean back. Settling his cock between your thighs, you bring your hands back to his knots and squeeze them and your thighs together as hard as you possibly can.
Clark's breath gets caught, and his head flies back into the pillow again. “Fuck! That's–” He's cut off by another dreadful moan.
You keep tightening around him, using as much strength as you can get in your thighs to get tighter and tighter until you can feel the way his balls are drawing up beneath you.
“Honey, that– Oh, gosh. Oh, my gosh, you're so–” He struggles to speak, sentences beginning in the middle of sentences, words interrupted by catching breaths. His brows draw together, his mouth gaping to swallow down more air. You watch his neck beginning to strain, veins bulging as he clenches his jaw tight. “I'm– baby, I'm gonna–”
“Cum for me, Clarkie. I got you.” You squeeze even tighter, until you can feel every pulse of him against the pulse of you. “C'mon, alpha. Let go.”
Clark's jaw tightens so hard, you're afraid he'll crack his teeth. His hips push up into the air, arching off the bed as he finally bursts. He moans and whimpers, unable to handle the pleasure drowns him as he cums and cums.
He paints the skin of your thighs in thick, white stripes. It's hot against you, and you watch with apt attention as he falls apart in a mess of himself.
He can't string together too many coherent words. You catch “yes” and “thank you” and an onslaught of praises involving “pretty omega” and “perfect f’me”.
You watch, smiling and encouraging as you keep at your squeezing. Ropes of cum cover your thighs until you're sure this is just too much cum. Your core throbs with a need of your own. That thing inside of you licks its chops at the prospect of having all of that inside. The memory of how he filled you up to the absolute brim when you were delirious and desperate fills your head until you're needy for him all over again.
You watch as he slowly comes down from his high, slowly relenting the hug of your thighs, slowly loosening your hold. Clark catches his breath and stares heavy-eyed at the ceiling.
“Feel better?” you murmur after a while, when his chest is rising much slower and he looks like he can think a little better.
His eyes find you, a slow, lazy smile finding his lips as he nods gently. “Yeah. So much better.” One of his hands comes to your hip, traveling up to the back of your neck and pulling you down enough to kiss you nice and deep and slow. “Thank you. You're—gosh, you're incredible.”
You smile, trying to hide your face and stifle a flustered giggle. His smile spreads.
When he glances down and sees the mess he's made, the absolute puddle of cum coating your thighs, he gets red all over again and starts profusely apologizing.
“Shit. I'm sorry. I made a mess of you.” He starts to sit up, but you place a hand on his chest to stop him.
“It's okay,” you smile. “I can clean us up. I don't mind.” You give him another kiss, anything but chaste. “I'm just glad I could help.”
He sighs gently. Then he tilts his nose up in the air when he catches a whiff of your scent, warm and sticky with a familiar edge. He notices your thighs clench slightly, the way your eyes have begun to droop in that way it does when your brain starts to get distracted.
He grins a bit, clasping his hand at the back of your neck in that way that makes you feel limp. “Do you wanna clean up before or after?”
You dip your head, trying to hide the shyness that suddenly overcomes you. He doesn't need to clarify, you already know. Looking into his eyes, these shining eyes like stained glass over ocean waters, you can see that darkened edge that makes you tremble.
You look down at your lap, thighs pressed together to keep from getting his spend everywhere. “Before.”
Clark grins.
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you used to love your boyfriend, but after a few years he got mean and critical so you called for a break. he comes back after a few days and is acting different..
alien! boyfriend x reader
he's in your doorway, bag in hand, and you haven't seen him in four days. four days since you told him you needed space. four days since the door closed and you let yourself feel something close to relief.
he doesn't say anything. just looks at you with those eyes—dark, still, the same ones you fell in love with back when he used to watch you like you were the most interesting thing in any room.
he's watching you like that again now.
"may i enter your dwelling?" he asks.
his voice sounds careful. like he's selecting the words from a list.
you step back. let him in.
"i have been thinking," he starts.
here it comes, you think. the explanation. the defense. the way he'll reframe every cutting comment as honesty, every dismissal as exhaustion, every cold silence as you misreading him.
you've rehearsed your responses. you're ready.
"i think i have been doing it wrong," he says.
you look at him.
"the—" he pauses. something moves across his face. a hesitation you don't recognize. "the way i have been treating you. i have been reviewing the data. running comprehensive retrospective analysis. and i can see now that my behavior was—"
"reviewing the data," you repeat.
"thinking about it," he corrects, very quickly. "just. thinking. like humans do."
you stare at him.
"okay," you say slowly.
"i was critical," he says. "i found things to correct when it was not.. when the corrections were not requested. i understand now that this caused you significant emotional damage."
you've known him for years. he doesn't talk like that. he talks like someone who's never wrong about anything, who phrases observations as facts and facts as verdicts.
"are you okay?" you ask.
he blinks. one second too long. "i am functioning within normal parameters. what i mean is—" he stops. resets. "yes. i am okay."
"who did you talk to?" you ask. "while i was—while we were on the break."
"my male companions," he says.
you go very still.
"your-" you repeat. "your what?!"
"my companions. who are male. my—" he seems to be searching for something. casting around behind his eyes. "my bros."
the word comes out like he's never said it before in his life. like he learned it an hour ago and isn't sure where the emphasis goes.
"right," you say.
"they were very informative. they explained the dynamics of human pair bonding at length. we had an extremely productive discussion about your emotional needs and how i had failed to meet them adequately. one of them had a small beast on his lap the entire time and it stared at me without blinking and i found it—" he pauses. "i found it charming," he finishes, in the tone of someone who found it deeply threatening.
you open your mouth.
you close it.
"a beast," you say.
"a small. domestic. beast." he holds his hands apart approximately cat-width. "with orange fur. it made a continuous low-frequency sound from its chest cavity."
"a cat. it was a cat."
"yes," he agrees, with great relief. "yes. the cat. i knew that."
"what changed in four days?"
his expression does something enormous. theatrical. his jaw tightens, his eyes go distant, and he turns his head slightly toward the window like he's about to deliver news of a war.
"i could not bear it," he says, very gravely. "the separation from you was an agony i had not anticipated and could not calculate my way out of. i consulted my male companions. i sat with their beast. i stared into its eyes for a long time and it stared back and something shifted in me." he looks at you. "i do not want to lose you. so i went and i figured out how not to. i will do better. i am committed to doing better. this is my vow."
this is my vow.
you are going to need a moment.
"you're vowing?"
"i am." he reaches across the cushion and takes your hand, and his grip is warm and steady and so achingly familiar that your chest does something you weren't prepared for. "you are important to me. more important than i communicated. that was an error and i intend to correct it."
his thumb moves across your knuckles. once. deliberate.
later, you tell yourself. ask later.
you turn your hand over and hold his back.
"okay," you say. "vow accepted."
something moves through his face. relief, you think. or whatever the equivalent is, wherever he's actually from.
"excellent!" he grins, and closes his eyes as he starts to pepper kisses across your knuckles, and for just a second he looks so genuinely, overwhelmingly grateful that you decide, for now, not to ask anything else at all.
every wednesday was date night, one of you would plan date night and then the other would do the week after. you'd been planning date nights for two years, aswell as paying for them whenever he decided to show up.
"i found us a place," he announces, and shows you his phone. it's a steakhouse with 4.7 stars and a review that says great for special occasions!! that he has highlighted somehow.
he pulls your chair out when you arrive. stands there holding it with both hands like he's been rehearsing. you sit down.
the candle on the table gets forty seconds of his complete and total attention before you click your fingers and bring him back.
he orders what you order, you have to remind him he's allergic to mushrooms.
walking home he holds your hand and it's nice, it's really nice, until you notice he's slowly rotating your wrist to look at your fingers from different angles and has been doing it for half a block. "what are you doing..?"
"nothing," his response is so quick it almost gives you whiplash.
outside your building you stop and turn and he's already doing the face—jaw set, eyes very serious, like he's about to announce something grave and historic. you smile up at him and you lean in.
he takes a very large step backwards.
"what are you doing," he says, in a completely different tone than any he's used all evening. alert. wary. his eyes have gone very wide.
"i'm going to kiss you."
"you are going to—" he looks at your mouth. back at your eyes. "you are going to press your face against my face?"
"yes."
"aggressively."
"no. not aggressively."
he doesn't look convinced. he looks like a man running rapid calculations about exit routes. "my male companions did not mention this part.." he says.
"it's a kiss. it's romantic."
"you are coming toward me with your mouth."
"that's what kissing is."
long pause. he looks at your mouth again with the focused expression he gave the candle before his energy shifts and he lifts his chin, squares his shoulders, and closes his eyes with the energy of someone preparing to take a hit.
you press up onto your toes and kiss him, soft and quick.
silence.
he opens one eye. then the other.
"that's all it is." your voice is soft, almost warm as you flutter your lashes at him.
he touches his mouth with two fingers. looks at you and then looks at his fingers as if expecting blood, "that was not an attack," he says slowly.
"i told you it wasn't."
"it was—" he pauses. the enormous face happens again, but softer this time, around the edges. "it was acceptable," he nods. "you may do it again."
"how generous."
"yes," he agrees, completely sincerely. "i thought so."
you grin before peppering his face with glossy kisses.
you're sitting on the counter the way he hated, ankles crossed, watching him make tea.
he's very serious about the tea. he always is. he found the process on his third day in your apartment and decided it was important, something about the ritual of it, and now he makes it every morning with the gravity of a man performing surgery.
kettle, mug, the specific shelf where you keep the bags.
he's memorized which one you like without ever asking.
you're watching his back when it happens. the kettle's not quite hot enough, you can tell by the way he tilts his head at it, and then he points two fingers at it, almost casually, the way you'd reach over to turn a dial, and there's a soft sound like the air tightening and the kettle starts to steam.
he pours. stirs. turns around and holds your mug out to you.
you take it say thank you and he nods.
you wrap both hands around the mug and look at him; really look at him, the careful way he's standing, the way he's always slightly more still than a person should be, the way he blinks like he learned to, and you think about a year ago when everything was sharp edges and cold silences and you'd started to forget why you stayed.
"what?" he asks, because you're smiling into your mug.
"nothing, love."
he looks at you for a moment longer before he smiles and turns back to make his own tea, and when the kettle cools again between cups he does it again and is completely unbothered. like he's forgotten to hide it, or decided not to bother.
you think maybe it's the second one.
you take a sip of your tea. it's exactly right, the way it always is when he makes it, and he's standing in your kitchen being an alien, being yours, and you think you love him more than you ever did before.
which is really something, considering he headbutted you on your first date.
okay, so like video calling your boyfriend when you know he's busy...
and he answers, thinking it's gonna be something important because he knows you know he's at work
but instead he's greeted by your gushing pussy getting fucked by the pink dildo in your hand, legs spread wide open to let him see every hair, freckle, and drop of arousal he loves to see
and your moans ring out from his speakers and into his ears making his face and neck flush with red in an instant, the squelching and clicking of your cunt as the toy stretches you makes his cock swell and jump with excitement
and he can't believe you really did it
you always teased him abt how aroused he got seeing you touch yourself, play with yourself, make yourself cum again and again -- i mean, come on, he loves a woman who knows what she wants
and he always teases the idea that he'd love to see what you do when he's away, cock unable to satisfy you
and now your sweet pussy is on full display for him, his eyes glued to the sexy debauchery on his screen
thankfully, for him, you caught him at the perfect moment -- alone and isolated so no one else can see the heaven you're producing
he tries to say a few words but shuts up pretty quickly with a chuckle when he realizes you're too far gone to hear him
he watches and enjoys the show you put on for him, his own hand rubbing himself through his pants
once you're finished and hold the phone up to your face, he has a smug grin on his lips,
"mm, such a naughty girl, aren't you? just wait for me to get home, i'll show you what i do to naughty girls who can't wait..."
Imagining: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Clark Kent, Timothy Wright, Brian Thomas, Ticci Toby
The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.
once you get over your ass and realise you will never get some people and that’s ok you are basically immune to right wing fearmongering. otherkin? none of my fucking business
I must not fall victim to disgust. Disgust is the heart-killer. Disgust is the little-death that brings total apathy. I will face my disgust. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the disgust has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
summary: you're spending quality time with your boyfriend, jack. things are comfortable as usual, but end up taking a spicy turn all because of one simple tiktok.
contains: experimentalist! bf! jack abbot, shy! sexually confused! reader, fem! reader, established relationship, implied age difference, reader discovers something new about herself, jack is literally down for anything as long as he gets to do it with you, slight? petplay... but not really? idfk., oral sex, p in v sex, cowgirl position :3
note: i'm really sorry if this seems awkward- i've never written anything like this before and am feeling quite like the reader in this situation (annoyingly flustered) LMFAO
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you'd just arrived home from work, finding your crazy hot doctor of a boyfriend doing the dishes in the kitchen. he was sitting in that same plastic chair he always used, posted right in front of the sink. you'd previously questioned why he'd never let you take care of these kinds of chores, but he'd always dismiss your worries. if he had a day off, he'd catch up on whatever the two of you had missed throughout the week.
you notice crutches resting a couple feet away, resting against the countertop. walking over to stand behind him, you slowly slide your hands over his shoulders then down his chest. he lets out a shameless groan in response, clearly already in a teasing mood. he'd never say it out loud, but he got really bored at home all day without his girl. you lean over and press a gentle kiss to his stubbled cheek.
"there's my pretty lady. let me finish up here and then i'll give you a proper greeting, yeah?"
he smirks, bringing one of your hands up and kissing your knuckles. you nod and walk off toward the bedroom to get out of your work clothes. after a few minutes, you walk back into the hallway, spotting jack who was now resting on the couch. his legs were spread wide, as per usual, allowing your gaze to focus on the way his sweatpants hugged his meaty thighs.
"looks like you've been having fun without me, huh?"
you chuckle, plopping right down next to him and immediately snuggling into his side. his arm wraps around you snugly, hand finding its place on the side of your thigh. he gives it a gentle squeeze, looking over at you and admiring your gorgeous features.
"this place is empty without you, sweetheart."
he places a kiss to your forehead before pulling you in for a real one. his free hand gently caresses your cheek as his lips press against yours. he always had that way of making you melt in an instant. so damn domestic that it made you never want to walk out the front door for work again.
"how was work?"
he gently pulls you in closer even though there wasn't any room left between you. he reaches for the tv remote and scrolls through a couple streaming platforms before deciding on a show you two had already binge watched a couple months ago.
"same shit, different day. realizing once again that i don't get paid enough to deal with half of that bullshit."
he smirks against your hair, knowing how trying work could be for you, especially when others were in a bad mood. you were the first person they'd take it out on, but you have to take it so you won't get fired.
"sorry, baby... wish we could get you out of there."
"i just find it funny that only certain people are the problem, yet management still keeps them around. i've found more useful things on the bottom of my fucking shoe."
he was really trying to behave at this moment, but he couldn't deny how sexy it was to see this spitfire side of you. he just continues to rub circles into your thigh until he feels you relax in his hold. you pull out your phone and start scrolling through tiktok. jack would always end up watching them with you over your shoulder. tonight was no different as he adjusts you slightly to get a better view of your phone.
he watches as you slowly start to unwind from your long day, laughing at the stupidest videos he's ever seen. it wasn't until you scrolled onto a video where it was showing images of a golden retreiver and a black cat sat next to each other. the text in the video read us? (black cat x golden retriever in some ridiculously fancy font.
"what does that mean? us... but it's just a dog and a cat?"
he asks you curiously, causing you to giggle. he really was becoming more well-versed with shitty brainrot lingo, but there were just some trends you hadn't been able to introduce him to yet.
"well... it's kind of like this power duo or couple thing that people like."
he raises an eyebrow, still completely lost. you turn your head, taking in his expression and gently pat his thigh before continuing.
"golden retrievers are supposed to be super friendly and charming in a way... so they're meant to represent a person who has a warm personality."
he nods, listening intently because he was waiting for an excuse to make this relate to your relationship.
"black cats are more chill and laid back, they take a lot longer to warm up to people. so they basically represent a person who's a little more introverted."
"okay- i think i'm getting it. so it's like a duo where one is shy while the other is outgoing?"
you nod with a soft smile, almost able to hear the gears turning in your boyfriend's head.
"would we be one of those duos?"
he asks curiously, watching your face to gauge your reaction.
"ehh- i think we're more of a doberman and orange cat duo."
confusion spreads across his face once again, questioning if he even wants to ask what this duo is supposed to represent. one step ahead of him, you alread begin to explain.
"you're the doberman, protective and calm when it counts. i'm the orange cat, bit of a menace with too much energy, but still lovable."
he quickly nods in understanding, seeing how that pairing fits the two of you a bit better. he's now wearing a soft smile as he thinks about those random moments where you get bursts of energy and start talking a mile a minute or dancing to get the jitters out. he wouldn't trade you for the world, in fact, he really did find himself feeling extra protective over you when you had all that energy.
"lucky me, i managed to find a really cute and feisty kitty."
his overtly teasing words didn't register with you for a few seconds, but when they did, you couldn't help the way your face went beet red. jack feels you tense slightly in his arms, trying to examine your expression. he notices the furious blush on your face and the way you frantically swipe at your phone and try to distract yourself.
"... what's this about, huh?"
he smirks, pulling your phone out of your hands. you were already completely embarrassed at the fact that you were getting wet from being called 'kitty' of all things. but of course, jack never lets this last for long. he was going to get you to admit it one way or another.
"come on, sweetheart. just tell me."
he coos, pulling you into his lap. he helps you slot your thighs on either side of him, holding your hips as he gazed up into your eyes. you desperately try to look away, but a hand flies up to immediately grab your jaw. he turns your face back toward him, feeling himself get hard beneath you as he takes in your flustered face. you both knew jack was up for anything with his beautiful girl, but especially when it came to discovering something new that made you feel good.
he could tell just from your body language that you were damp in your panties, so his hand that was originally on your hip starts to move towards your front. you squirm as his hand gets closer to your aching center, which confirms his suspicions.
"tell me what's got you worked up and i'll touch you."
you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, letting out a heavy sigh. you were seriously trying to get the words out, but you were flustered beyond belief. everything about the past minute, including the stupidly smug expression on your boyfriend's face causes you to choke on your words. he was trying to work with you, thinking of all the things that might have gotten you in this state. you can visibly recogize when the realization dawns on him.
"i see what's got my kitty so embarrassed now."
he gets an immense feeling of success as he watches you pratically writhe above him at his words. he wasn't really sure what you had to be embarrassed about, since it was just a little nickname that he'd absolutely make use of from now on.
"yeah? are you into that? being my good kitty?"
the sultry tone in his voice has you feeling ready to explode. now you just might as his hand finally slips past the hem of your sweatpants and starts to rub against your covered slit. you moan softly, hips buckling slightly against his hand. you look down at his face, his eyes are completely zeroed in on your expression. he hadn't seen you this worked up since the beginning of your relationship when he'd made you sit on his face for the first time.
"fucking beautiful when you get like this."
he groans, the sensations of you grinding against his hand also rubbing off on the growing tent in his pants. he removes his hand from your pants and helps you slide them off, tossing them to the side somewhere. his hands return to your hips, slowly but firmly grinding them against his own hips.
"you wanna show me? show me how worked up my kitty really is?"
you nod hesitantly before he lets go of your hips and lets you have free reign. you continue to grind against him on your own, hands resting on his shoulders for stability as you quicken the pace. his head tips back against the soft cushion of the couch, soft grunts coming out as he can feel a wet spot forming on his sweatpants.
"atta fucking girl... look at you."
he chuckles, lifting you off of his lap for a moment to get rid of his own pants. an idea comes to his head right before you can straddle him again. he rests a firm hand against your thigh, holding you in place.
"stand up for a second."
you shoot him a confused look, but nod and follow his directions anyway. you stand there, feeling a bit awkward and self-conscious as he... lays on his back on the couch. oh fuck... that only meant one thing. you start to protest as he grabs at your thighs to bring you closer.
"jack- i don't know if i can-
"sure you can. now come sit on my fucking face like a good kitty."
your knees wobble slightly as you reluctantly close the distance between the two of you. as soon as you're within enough reach, he's hoisting one of your legs over the side of his head. he was doing this for you whether you were ready to accept it or not. as soon as your steady, he's pulling you down, not willing to let you even attempt hovering. he plunges his tongue into your slick folds, lapping greedily at your generous amount of slick.
"fuck- you really do like this... you're soaked, baby."
he mumbles against your cunt, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts to suck on your clit. you were completely overwhelmed now, head falling back as uncontrolled moans rip from your throat. he starts to glide your hips back and forth, thighs twitching slightly every time your clit would graze the tip of his nose. you were already close, hands moving down to his salt and pepper curls, tugging harshly.
he loved every second of it, you falling apart on his face.
"taste so good... could eat you all night..."
every vibration from his voice got you closer and closer to the edge until you finally succumb to all the pleasure he could bring you with just his mouth. he groans against you as you come all over his face, slick coating him from his nose down to his chin. he doesn't stop licking until you're completely spent and threatening to toppple over.
as soon as his hands move, you scramble off of him. he chuckles as he watches you almost tumble to the floor. if it weren't for his stupidly sexy and big hands grabbing you, you would have eaten shit. he sits up against the couch, pulling you closer. leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your lower stomach, gazing up at you.
"don't have to be so shy about what you want, kitty."
he won't even try to hide the smirk this time as he drags you back into his lap. without a second to waste, he pulls his aching cock from his boxers and lines it up with your entrance. you wince as he lowers your hips just enough to where the tip is inside. for him, it wasn't so much the length as it was the girth that really stretched you out. he knew to take it easy on you when first starting out.
however, you seem to have other things in mind as you manage to wiggle your hips enough that he's completely bottomed out inside you within seconds. you moan loudly, and so does jack, as his fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips.
"so eager for this cock, aren't you?"
he loosens his grip ever so slightly as you start to take control. you're bouncing on his cock like your life depends on it. all he can do is sit there and watch the way pleasure makes your face contort in the most beautiful ways. he loved when you took what you wanted because it showed him that you were comfortable and really feeling good.
"what other dirty secrets is my kitty hiding from me, huh?"
he teases, feeling the way you clench around him at the nickname. if you thought that he was through with the teasing, you were dead wrong. suddenly, he's grabbing your hips and pressing you firmly against him so you couldn't move. you whimper in protest, trying desperately to move your hips in any way.
"don't worry, baby, i'll let you keep going. but i need you to tell me something first."
"please... i'm so close-"
you pant, your brows furrowed as you're forced to sit still. he doesn't miss the way your eyes are starting to glisten, so he knows that he'll get you to crack rather easily.
"i know, shh, i know. all you have to do is say that you're my good kitty and i'll let you ride this cock to your heart's content."
you squirm against him, the familiar flush creeping back up your body once again. you roll your eyes at him, which earns you a swat on the ass.
"i didn't say bad kitty, did i? because if you want to be a bad kitty, you're not coming anywhere near it."
you struggle against his hold for a few more seconds before finally giving in.
"i-i'm your good kitty..."
you mutter under your breath, which clearly wasn't good enough for jack as his grip tightens on your hips.
"say it like you fucking mean it."
"i'm your good kitty."
you say with a bit more volume, your voice breaking slightly as he rams his hips up into you. you moan loudly, gripping onto his arms.
"yeah, you are. such a good fucking kitty. now take what you want."
you don't hesitate, already back to bouncing on him as your eyes roll to the back of your head. your fucked out expression has jack realizing that he's close too. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against him, lifting his hips to meet your own.
"that's it, baby. come on this fucking cock."
he grunts out, just barely holding back until you come undone around him. no more than two seconds later, he's coming too, shooting his load deep inside you with a ragged moan. he holds you close as you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm, panting against his shoulder.
"such a pretty kitty... you know how to take it, don't you?"
he smirks against your cheek, kissing it softly. you pull back, enough to meet his gaze with a slight frown.
"you're insufferable sometimes, babe."
"says the cutie that just fucked herself stupid on my cock."
filthy smug bastard and his even filthier words... fuck, you loved him.
a/n: HOLY FUCK??? i have never written anything quite like this before... in the meantime, i have seriously discovered something new about myself. wowowowowow, i need that old man so bad i might just explode. AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU SM FOR READING, LOVE YOU LOTS, AND STAY SEXAAAYYY!!!!!! <3333
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idek how many kinks this has because this got dirty FAST. non con, naked female/clothed male, virginity stealing, power play since he’s a doctor lol, dumb reader lol, abbot is technically not a good man but oh well!!
perv!gyno abbot who you’re a little surprised on seeing, because he wasn’t your doctor at first.. but apparently there was ‘just some kind of mix up!’ according to your now ex doctor, so you just listened as he introduced you to your new doctor: dr. jack abbot. all you was said okay & let him proceed with the screening.
perv!gyno abbot who asks “so, why did you come here today?” you began to open your mouth to answer. “um.. they said i was scheduled for my yearly checkup so i just came..” abbot blinked at you. “so you don’t know what you’re getting looked at for exactly?” he said it in such a condescending tone it kind of intimidated you.. “no..” you replied, immediately wanting to slightly shrink into yourself.
perv!gyno abbot who then walks over to the dispenser box to pull out some blue gloves & then snaps them on, before speaking again- “well then. we will go ahead and begin the screening, but first, please remove your clothes.” wait what? did you hear him right?
perv!gyno abbot who didn’t stutter. he just stood there & watched you until you obeyed. so, you began to strip.. one piece of clothing dropping after another until you were completely bare naked. you felt so vulnerable & exposed in front of him, considering he was still fully clothed. you felt like he was devouring you with his gaze.
perv!gyno abbot who snapped you out of your daze when he spoke again.. “so, there will be three tests i will screen you for & then you’ll be good to go home, got it?” you found everything so weird but you still decided to go with it- so you nod.
perv!gyno abbot who calls the first test ‘the respond test’ to see how your body responds to certain feelings. he starts by bending down at your ankles, caressing your thick calfs, & traveling his tacky fingers up the back of your thighs, already seeing he has a fantastic view of your sweet pussy. he likes the way you shiver from his touch..
perv!gyno abbot who continues the test by standing up to your level, kneading his large, gloved hands all over your bare body, before cupping both your heavy breasts & squeezing hard- you can’t try to hide the way you’re so turned on anymore.. you moan as he gropes you, cool hands gliding against your nipples. “mm, you’re already fucking passing with flying colors, baby.” he groans out. he already knows how damp you are between those cute little thighs..
perv!gyno abbot who goes to the next part of the screening. he calls this one ‘the stretch test’ so, he directs you to get onto the examination table to spread your legs, & you’re a little scared as to what’s about to happen. dr. abbot can see your legs trembling. he tells you no need to worry, but all of that flies out of the window when you feel two, warm thick digits protruding into your raw cunt. when did the doctor take his gloves off?
perv!gyno abbot who revels in the way your pussy stretches around his fingers.. sucking him in so easily.. you squeak out when you feel him pumping his two fingers in deeper, “dr. abbot, what’s going on..? is this s-still apart of the test?” you feel so dirty when your legs begin to spread out more, soaking yourself around your doctors fingers .. “sh, sh, sh.. you’re doing very well. good girl.” jack nearly cums in his pants when he feels the way you contract & gush around his fingers because of his praise.
perv!gyno abbot who begins the final test by pulling his fingers out your sopping hole & replacing it with his stiff cock. you yelp at the foreign feeling, never having a cock inside you before now “s-sir!, stop! what’re you doing..?” your inner termoil comes to a stop when he replies to your question- “this is your last and final test. to see how well you can take a cock.”
perv!gyno abbot who grunts while thrusting in & out of your tight virgin pussy.. loving the way your cunt is clenching around him. your hole is widening because you’re trying to press him out of you, but that just makes him stuff his dick deeper into your wet, creamy hole. your tits are bouncing with each thrust as he gets rougher & rougher. you feel your bladder coming down & you panic.. “d-doctor! think ‘m gonna pee! can’t take anymore..!” but jack doesn’t care.. he knows that means you’re about to come. so he continues bullying his vieny cock into your slick pussy.
perv!gyno abbot who doesn’t care when you start spasming & spurting out hot squirts of liquid with each new pump that stains the bottom of his scrubs, he’s the one who kept pounding into you. but he’s not lasting any much longer when you can feel him stop thrusting all together to bottom out completely in you & use you as his own personal cum dump. you cry out when you realize what he’s doing to you, filling your hole up with his own hot, sticky substance. abbot loves the way he’s stealing every bit of your innocence.
perv!gyno abbot who after a few minutes, having slightly heavy breaths, pulls out of your cum filled cunt- cock semi-hard completely drenched in your juices only to then say: “congrats. you passed your screening.”
i never know if i want abbot to be nice or mean to me.. i think both lol.. hope this was decent!! <33
oh & jack made everything up he just wanted to fuck u lol
𓏵 ┊ jack abbot spanks your clit whenever you cum without permission . 18+
it’s hard to hold your orgasm with jack. he’s too experienced, too knowledgeable when it comes to your own body. he knows exactly where to touch you and how to — and on days like these when he’s feeling a little mean. rough-housing your body around and contorting your limbs into all kinds of positions to fit his cock deeper inside of you.
the head of his length nuzzled sweet against your g-spot — the spot that made you whine to jack, telling him to stop thrusting there because it pushed you closer and closer near the edge. “jack… please, it’s too deep— i can’t hold it!” the pitch in your voice shakes, it almost sounds like you’re trying to latch on anything to keep you from hitting the brink of
your toes curling into the muscle of jack’s traps. he has you in missionary, in the most meanest way possible as your back arches off the bed while he bullies against that spongy barrier inside of you.
“mm, c’mon sweetheart.” jack coaxes in that gruff voice with his crooked smile. he knows that request is too much to ask of you, yet he asked anyway. “you can hold it, i know you can.” he reaches a hand out to cradle the side of your face in the center of his rough palm.
his eyes on you, fixated on that little pout of your lips. “f—fuck, i’m trying— i can’t.” you stammer, hands clutching onto whatever is there for moral support as your soft walls choke around jack’s cock.
“fuck… you gotta at least try, baby.” he groans at the pressure overwhelming his length, his hips never halting as he feeds you thrusts after thrusts. “mmph— i am!” you break into a moan, feeling yourself unravel as a knot of pleasure builds near your pussy.
“yeah?” jack breathes quietly, watching you break underneath him before ducking down to peck at your lips. his damp, short-curly locks sprinkled with silver and brown brushing against your forehead gently as he whispers against your plush lips, “‘m sorry…” he says, rising up, and parting your thighs wider as his eyes flicker down to where you two are one.
your bud is plump and swollen, completely on display as the breeze hits your clit which makes you twitch a bit. jack releases one of your thighs and runs the flat side of his hand down your pelvis to your clit, slightly lingering on it with his thumb to hear the noises you make.
“gotta give this, pretty pussy a few love taps.” he fauxes a disheartened look as if he didn’t want to — though the way he’s swelling inside your pussy, and the absent twitches say otherwise before he’s raising a free hand. causing your pulse to race at the quick anticipation before he’s cracking a palm flush against your swollen clit with a wet whack.
“mmgh— j—jack!” you yelp, hands flying around his forearms when you jolt at the sting spreading in between your legs. “i know, baby ‘m sorry.” he apologizes before going for another blow making your spine arch further from the bed.
“please…” your fingers digging into his skin, and biting your lip with teary eyes. “shh— just one more.” he murmurs softly, but you’re one away from cumming for the second time. “you liar.” you bite, voice all trembly it makes jack’s cock jump.
jack lets out an amused, breathless chuckle at you labeling him as a liar because those hits were everything, but love taps.
“promise you won’t hate me?” he rasps, giving your abused clit a second to recover before showing her some more love.
CLARK KENT’S sexual awakening never happened. His ma did enough to hide him from the more carnal parts of life, so imagine his surprise and borderline nose-wrinkle in sex-ed junior year when he found out what adults did behind closed doors.
Even when he grew up, got a job in the Planet, made his alter-ego known, he still didn’t feel the need to… have coitus. He was too scared he’d snap some poor girl in half if he tried.
The first time he ever tried, he’d barely got the tip in before he came, embarrassingly quick. Maybe it was the nerves of it all, maybe his body was eager to get it over with. Safe to say, that girl — as lovely as she was — broke up with him a week later because she felt like he was just in pursuit of his own pleasure. Not true, by the way, his ma always told him to think of the lady first.
Like every Monday, he was pushing his way through the Metropolis work crowd, against the tides of people. Not really looking where he was going, trying not to drop an iced tea — Lois forced him to try it, just to be clear — on any unsuspecting people by holding it high above possible shoulders.
That failed.
In the pursuit of not splashing anyone with peach iced tea, he forgot to look straight and collided straight into someone, sending a drink flying into a silk dress.
Oh, no.
He watched in horror as the material dampened, clung to your body, and became slightly more sheer by the second. “Golly, I’m so sorry—”
The subsequent scoff nearly tore into his self-esteem battery for the day. “Hey, watch where you’re…”
Your eyes locked. All anger faded away, replaced by the dread that you hurt this sexy behemoth of a man’s feelings and he now hated you forever. “… you know what? No worries, don’t— don’t think about it too much.”
He instantly shrugged off his blazer and held it out to you. “But your dress— great dress, by the way,” it was a… really pretty dress, golly, “it’s ruined. I ruined it. I can pay for the dry cleaning.”
You waved your hand noncommittally, but you took the blazer anyway to cover up, it was massive on you. Lord— wait, he shouldn’t take his name in vain. “Seriously, I’m fine. I was on my way to a bachelorette party, one of my friends there will definitely have a spare, she has one for everyone.”
He blinked. “Everyone?”
“Yeah.” You grinned, gosh, it was a pretty smile. “She’s like that. Weird, I know. And— don’t worry about the dry cleaning, I’ve got it. I’m sorry about your drink.”
“No, you saved me.” He laughed nervously. “My coworker forced me to try it, to tell y’the truth, I did not want to.”
“So I saved you.”
“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his curls, messing them up even more. “And please. Please bill me for the dry cleaning, I’ll feel bad if you don’t.”
“Fine. Fine.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I’ll bill you.” Locking eyes with him once more took the words from his lungs. Good Lord, those eyes were sexy. All of him was sexy, in a cute way, bumbling gait, pushing his glasses up his nose, the rosiness of his cheeks. You checked your watch. Fuck. “Well, I’m in a rush, so—”
“Yeah, you gotta—”
“See you.” You began walking off at a fast pace. Something jolted in his navel. He felt hot from embarrassment. His relaxed-fit trousers felt… not so relaxed anymore.
He looked down. That looked like a sexual awakening.
“Clark!” He yelled loudly, head snapping up to stare at you like a dishevelled deer in headlights. What the hay? Why did he do that? Why did he yell that? He covered his crotch with his messenger bag.
Your smile told him you noticed. With an uptick in your heart rate and an increase in your breathing’s heaviness, a sweet smell tickled his nose. It wasn’t the bakery next to him, that’s for sure. You smiled, and shouted back your name at the same volume.
He hurried to the nearest bathroom to yell at his body.
Cat slid onto his desk, setting core in front of him. Not for him, clearly. “I was at a bachelorette last week.” She started, tapping her nail on his desk to get him to look at her. Deadlines needed to be crunched, so he barely did. She accepted that.
Clark’s fingers kept flying. “Cat, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
She laughed. “I have a friend. She asked me about a dorky guy named Clark Kent who still writes his name on the tags of his clothes.” She dropped a sugar cube into her coffee, stirring it. “A habit I thought we left back in our sophomore year of high school.”
His neck turned red. His foot covered the name tag on his bag’s handle. But she laughed and dropped another sugar cube into. He sent a furtive glance of concern for her health. “Whatever.” She sighed, taking a long sip. “I told her you were single.”
He almost spluttered over no liquid. “What?”
“I told her you were single.” She repeated simply.
“Why?”
“She asked.” This time he almost choked on a gulp of straight, bitter black coffee. “I gave her your number. To bill you for the dry cleaning.” Pause for an effectively captivating sip of over-sweetened coffee. “Among other things.” She muttered under her breath, but he caught it. She smiled widely. “Toodles!” She got up and walked off.
He threw his hands up, tripping over his words. “Cat— you can’t—” But she was in her own world, singing Freak by Doja Cat.
His phone buzzed. With shaking hands, he opened it, unknown number.
Didn’t know they made clothes in your size. Underneath: Wanna come round to get it this weekend? To talk to bit.
He saved your contact first. Before typing out a clumsy agreement, which he didn’t know was possible over text. Judging by how you didn’t immediately get put off, you were into it.
He was on time, on the dot of the agreed time, which was two o’clock. After lunch, before it got too dark, but still enough time to talk.
He’d cleaned up a little more than usual. Tried to use a hair pomade to ensure his curls weren’t as wild as they usually were. Wear a slightly tighter fitting shirt than before. Brush his teeth. Pop a few breath mints. Avoid the morning coffee, put on copious amounts of hand lotion and lip balm. Everything had to be perfect. He even trimmed his happy trail for this.
You laid the plan. Took a shower so your skin was dewy. Prepped your hair. Kept the makeup minimal, because a full beat would give the plan away. You chose your best, flowiest robe.
You wanted him to unwrap you like a present.
When your doorbell rang, you dabbed on a final bit of lipstick before you chucked it onto a side table and opened the door.
You felt your thighs rub together on instinct the moment you saw him. He felt his breath leave his body when he saw you, checking his watch. “Maybe I’m early—”
“You’re on time.” It came out more breathless than expected. Nodding back into your apartment. “I… I have your jacket. I put it in the wash, the inside got stained with a little iced tea.”
“You can bill me for that too.”
“Seriously? No.” You waved your hand. “No. You’re fine.” You ushered him inside. “It was a thank you, for paying for my dry cleaning and lending me your jacket.” You waved him towards the couch. “Can I get you anything? Water?”
You.
“Um, I’m fine.” He sat on the couch, you sat opposite, picking up a glass of wine that was there before he came. You looked… stunning. He felt his collar get hot. He tugged at it. “You invited me to watch a movie.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you still want to watch a movie?”
“No.”
“Oh. Oh. I was under the impression that we’d be…” He gestured in between you two. So he had the same assumption you did.
Your lips curled up. “I was under that impression too.”
He nodded. You could see a bulge slowly growing in his trousers. “I mean, I— I have to warn you, I’m not that… experienced.”
You blinked, slightly amused. A little interested. “Oh? How so?”
“I…” He made a weird motion, he didn’t even know what it was supposed to mean. It’s likely get interpreted as something like flying a plane, “finish too quickly. Women find it off putting.”
The way you were looking at him, it seemed like you found it off putting as well. Just frozen in time, sat there, staring at him. “That’s…” You let out a whoosh of air. Then your hand gripped his jaw, “really fucking hot—”
Oh. You were into it.
Huh. You were kissing him.
Golly. He was kissing back.
His hand covered the one holding his jaw, pressing into your lips and your body instinctively like there was a magnet from him to you. You pushed back, swinging a leg over both of his till your knees knocked into his hips. This was new.
You smiled when you saw his other hand hovering awkwardly. Not knowing whether he had the right to touch beyond what was respectful. So you guided it to your thigh, fabric moving and bunching under his fingers. Allowing him to touch bare skin.
Oh, boy.
The soft whine from the bottom of his throat was a boost to your ego, a deep moan following when you pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck, rolling your hips forward. “Ohhhhh, gosh,” He breathed out slowly.
Oh, fuck. He was massive. Though you didn’t know what to expect, he was six-five.
Both his hands flew to your hips, pads of his fingers pressing into your skin, head tipping back against the sofa cushions, breathing in sharply. He could feel you gently sucking on his skin, he knew it wouldn’t leave a mark, but he whimpered quietly anyway, dragging your hips forward, so he could feel your pussy drag over his dick yet again. His head spinning as your tongue traced over his Adam’s apple.
Your hands slipped off his tie like you’d had practice, popping the buttons of his shirt slowly. You felt his warm palms burning up your waist, stopping at where your robe was tied at your front. His eyes were wide, blinking up at you through his lashes. “Can I…?”
Fuck, he was hot.
You undid the tie yourself but let him gently move the fabric off your shoulders, undoing his belt and letting you take off his trousers. His cheeks flushed as he dragged his boxers down, cock painfully hard. It was pretty, flushed at the tip, pre smeared just a little.
Oh, that was a lot bigger than you manifested.
“Oh, shit.” You grinned at the sight of him, watching his whole face turn red.
He adjusted his foggy glasses, stumbling over his syllables. “Will it…” He gulped, wondering how to say it, “fit?”
The look in your eye almost made his heart stop. Like you didn’t care. “Oh, honey.” You laughed a little. “We’ll make it.” You positioning yourself above him, ready to sink down onto his throbbing cock was not something he expected to see. He let out a strangled sound, placing a hand on your arm. “Don’t you want me to… prepare you?”
“I’ve quite literally been prepared since the first time we met.” You grabbed a condom from — wait where did you get that from? — and tore it open delicately, giving it to him to roll on. He did, safety was key, and when you finally did lower yourself onto him— holy shit.
His forehead pressed to your shoulder, before he started pressing sloppy, whining kisses, almost making out with it as he felt your pussy grip him deliciously. So this was what he’d never felt drawn to. Until now.
He was stretching you out. A lot. For a guy so shy about his own abilities his endowment was something women only experienced in their wildest dreams. The more you learned, the more turned on you were.
Huh. That usually didn’t happen with men.
You let out a deep sigh as you sank down further, feeling his size fill you in the best way. His tip nestled against your cervix, pretty vein brushing your g-spot, fuck, maybe moving would feel too good.
But you did it anyway, small, cut-short gasps and moans jumping from your throat as he kissed his way back up to your lips so he could feed his own noises of encouragement into your mouth. Holding your hips just tight enough so he wouldn’t bruise them, still guiding you firmly, still holding your hips just close to him as he disabled your brain with every push and pull of his hands and each wet smack of his lips and yours (and skin on skin, but we don’t mention that).
His head was fuzzy. Mumbling shit he couldn’t make out himself in between every collision of your lips, tangling one hand in your hair while the other slipped down to press his thumb onto your clit.
You clenched hard; he almost came right there.
His eyes rolled back for half a second and he willed himself not to finish too early but he couldn’t stop it once you clamped down with the second roll of his thumb, your name leaving his mouth, the highest you’d heard his voice be, cracks in between syllables feeding your ego. But he kept circling your clit like he was born to do it, mumbling encouragement, his forehead glistening as his head fell back.
“C’mon, sweetie, gotta make you feel good too,” He panted, gripping your hip so he could encourage you to grind forward into his thumb. “Please, please give it to me—”
It all felt too much. The onslaught of his thumb, his tip still prodding at your cervix, seeing him fucked out from one round (that made you more horny than you’d care to admit) had you coming too, him swallowing that moan by meeting your lips in the middle, stroking your hair back from your face and rolling his hips up a little so the high wouldn’t be harsh on you. His kisses turned slower, more languid, to the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck, finally lifting your hand so he could kiss your palm and the back of your hand.
“You’re stunning.” He breathed, kissing your knuckles. “So beautiful, honey.”
How the fuck was he respectful after the best sex you’ve ever had? There had to be a catch.
“So… that was hot.” You smiled, brushing his curls back from his forehead. “You were being pretty modest.”
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t last past two minutes.”
Your tongue traced your canine as you smiled. “Well, I wanna see it again.”
