It was just like any other day today—mundane. You sat in the front row with your friend, mindlessly swirling your pen around your fingers as you looked at the lecture ahead with zero interest unlike your friend beside you who took notes diligently. You, on the other hand, were too busy checking out the new lecturer to focus on the droning.
Suddenly, as if having heard your thoughts, Matt, the new lecturer, locked eyes with you, fixing his glasses as he took a step forward. Seeing that most of the students were either busy with their own discussions or the presentation at hand, he quietly approached where you sat.
"You’re awfully distracted, sweetheart." He stated, almost cocky in a way that told you he knew you were distracted by him, and the unexpected pet name made you feel that tingle in your lower abdomen—a telltale sign of your arousal.
He leaned a tad bit closer and talked in a more hushed voice, as if telling you a secret. "I’d appreciate it if you’d pay more attention... you pay to attend, after all." He folded his arms, his silver wedding ring glinting in the overhead lights, catching your eyes immediately.
Dilf.
Getting called out wasn’t as embarrassing when he was standing in front of you looking like a whole damn 5 course meal with desserts on the side. You nodded, almost absentmindedly, mumbling a dazed "sorry, prof" before quickly snapping out of it and looking down at your laptop.
You reminded yourself, for the nth time, that he was a middle aged man and probably happily married judging by how much he was flaunting his ring.
You sighed, noticing how absurd your own thoughts were. Suddenly, your friend nudged you, making you tense up. "You just said that out loud." She whispered, biting her lips to stifle a laugh when she saw your absolutely petrified expression. You quickly turned to look at Matt, your face burning and hoping against hope that he didn’t hear that, but to your dismay he seemed awfully amused not to have heard it.
You could’ve sworn you heard him snicker quietly to himself before he turned around and walked back to the board, thankfully not making any comments about your slip up.
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The day finally ended, leaving you with the embarrassing memory of the lecture earlier today and your remaining desire for the 36 year old lecturer that just started working at the university you go to about three days ago.
A dilf indeed.
You couldn’t help yourself, you’ve always had a thing for older guys and it didn’t help that he was exactly your type to the tea. From his slightly cocky confidence to the small hint of sarcasm he used in everyday speech just made your clit throb for attention.
He had also mentioned on the first day about his daughter who’s still in middle school, playfully asking advice about teenagers.
"Damnit, what’s wrong with me?" You sighed, rubbing your temple as you walked down the almost empty hall until you reached the door to his office. Taking a deep breath, you gently knocked on the door, waiting with batted breath until you heard a soft "come in" from inside. You opened the door and slipped inside with a small stack of papers in your hand.
Matt looked up, his glasses still perched on his nose and his already messy hair slightly more disheveled as his keyboards clicked softly with each of his taps. "What brings you here?" He looked back at his computer, typing in a few things before looking at you again. "Well?"
You snapped out of your tiny trance and walked over to him, putting the papers on his desk. "Uh, Dr. Lexi told me to give these to you." You said as you stepped back, looking at his ring that never failed to catch your eyes.
His eyes followed your gaze and landed on his ring, raising his eyebrows in amusement as he looked back at you. "Thanks-" he paused before continuing, fidgeting slightly with his wedding ring. "-You seem to really... like? my wedding ring huh?" He chuckled, taking it off and setting it aside before leaning forward with his elbows on the desk. "You curious?"
His speech was informal and casual even though he was a lecturer, but that seemed to soothe your nerves a tiny bit.
"Uhm... May I ask what you mean by if I’m curious?" His smirk widened ever so slightly at the confusion in your tone. "Oh, what I mean by that is... Do you wanna know if I’m still married? You seem unable to take your eyes off of it." He mused, tilting his head slightly to the side, the cockiness exuding from his tone didn't go unnoticed by you.
Was he enjoying this?
You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it as nothing came out and the only thing you could do was nod. Matt’s smirk turned into a lopsided grin, "There you go, it wasn’t so hard to admit it now was it?" He twirled the silver ring around his fingers.
"Well, to answer your question sweetheart – I’m not married." He leaned back in his chair, a small chuckle escaping him. "This is just to ward off women you know?" He looked at you, his blue eyes looked almost... hypnotizing in the golden hour glow.
Oh, so he knew how attractive he was huh?
You felt like you were in a trance as you looked at him, your eyes slowly raking down his face until it landed on his pink kissable lips, you wondered how they would taste. Your gaze travelled to his beard – the stubble only adding to the whole dilf aura he had going on.
"Earth to Miss Dilf Lover." He chuckled, shamelessly joking, leaning forward to get your attention.
You blinked, only now realising that you’ve been staring at him without saying anything like a creep. "Y-yes Prof. Sturniolo?" You almost, almost, cursed out loud at the stutter in your voice. A genuine chuckle left Matt’s lips and the sound left your panties drenched.
"Why don’t you come here?" He patted his lap, smirking as he waited for you to either decline or tell him he was crazy, but he did not think you would actually comply and sit on his lap facing him, but was he complaining? Nope, not one bit.
A small, surprised chuckle rumbled in his chest, his hands immediately finding your hips as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. His lips curled into a slow grin.
Damn, did he like this.
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Before you knew it, you were already dry humping his thigh, your cheeks slightly flushed with both embarrassment and desire.
You quickly picked up a quick rhythm, shamelessly satisfying yourself on his thigh, letting out soft moans—which went straight to his dick. A muscle in his jaw twitched when he clenched his jaw, biting back a groan at your sounds and the way you needily rubbed yourself on him.
You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips when he held your hips tightly, halting your movements completely. The desperation in your tone made him chuckle in amusement. "What’s wrong sweetheart? You stopped moving." He asked even though he was the one that stopped you. His tone was full of concern, but you knew better... or did you? After all, you were dry humping on your lecturer’s thigh—whom you’ve known for four days max.
Fuck it.
"Please Prof, let me- let me move." A breathless plea rolled out, followed by your breath hitching slightly when he shifted, his thigh pressing perfectly against your clothed clit. The sensation made you let out a small moan.
"Well, fuck me," Matt breathed out, "You are sooo desperate aren’t you?" He smirked despite the painfully stiff bulge tenting the front of his pants and the way his chest heaved with ragged breaths—barely controlled desire.
Your eyes rolled back briefly when he suddenly ground you hard on his thigh, the friction left your hips jerking slightly. "Oh-- ffuuck." Your mouth went slack when he started to ground you on his thigh, his fingers digging into your hips as he controlled your movements.
Your hands quickly found their way onto his shoulders, a chocked moan leaving your mouth when he pulled you forward just right.
It was a bit embarrassing how quickly you started to feel that taut feeling in your stomach, but you were too into it to really think about how desperate you were.
"Sh-shit-- I’m gonna- gonna cum." You moaned softly, your head falling forward to bury your face in his shoulder, effectively muffling your moans and it turning into small whimpers instead.
Your movements grew jerky as you got closer, your breath hitching more and more. "C’mon, come for me baby." Matt turned his head subtly and whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
His words combined with the relentless friction against your clothed clit was all that was needed for you to climax. A drawn out moan left your lips when you came, your back arching and your hands clutching his shoulders tighter. Your hips jerked and twitched in sync with the aftershocks running through you.
"Good girl." He praised, his voice raspy from how turned on he was.
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Matt let you stay seated on his thigh for a few more minutes, letting you catch your breath. He shifted in his seat, his erection was so damn uncomfortable and painful by now, but he didn’t say anything about it.
Boundaries.
As much as he wanted to bend you over the desk and take you right then and there – he knew you would let him and he could tell you wanted him too – but he also knew where to set the boundaries.
Matt cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. "Well, would you look at the time?" He rasped, "I think it’s about time I go, I’ve a meeting in 10 minutes after all." He lied, watching as you lifted your head, nodding slowly before you climbed off his lap.
"R-right, I-uh, I'll take my leave. Uhm, have a good afternoon Prof." You mumbled quickly, the small hint of disappointment didn’t go unnoticed by Matt. You took your phone from his desk, where you had put it, and scurried out of his office, haphazardly fixing your hair and clothes on your way out.
Matt sighed, slumping back in his seat, gazing down at his boner. He ran his hand through his hair, utterly confused as to why he did what he did just now.
This was bad.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t possibly start falling for my student..." He trailed off, realising he might have already fallen. "Great, Matt, just great." He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands in frustration.
⋆˚࿔ 𝒊𝒔𝒂’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ Sooo I’ve been shit at posting lately but uh... here is something that has been collecting dust in my drafts until I had enough motivation to finish it 🤗 Also, look at the cute bow divider I made it’s adorb 😔
[bsf!chris x virgin!reader]. after chris finding out about your intact virginity, you become curious — asking more than you maybe should’ve.
contains. making out, fingering, handjob, protected sex
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you felt your whole body heat up involuntarily the second the conversation topic got brought up. it wasn't like it was a bad thing, or you were ashamed of it…you just didn't want anyone to know.
and right now, you were gonna have to either spill, or lie. lying not being your strong suit – especially about this – you opted to remain completely still and silent in the hopes everyone would forget you were there.
you managed to get past any questioning, deciding to laugh along at the horribly vivid sex stories – awkwardly dismissing any question. but it's not like any of your friends were gonna pry or put you on the spot. to them your ‘sexual experiences’ seemed to just be private experiences you didn’t wanna share.
but once the hangout had died out, people dropping out over the next hour, you remained. until it was just you and nick.
you stayed up, planning to sleep on the couch once your show had finished – but of course nick dipped not even halfway through. leaving you alone on the couch to watch your show.
just when you thought the whole house had gone to sleep, chris appears from downstairs – a curious look on his face as to why you were still here.
“you movin’ in or something.” he mumbles, slowly walking over to the fridge to grab a soda. “no.” you mumble, your eyes on the tv – only shifting his way when you hear the fridge close.
he comes over, opening the fresh can. “what’re you still doing here then?” he chuckles, making himself comfy on the couch beside you.
“i was meant to be watching this with nick.” you sigh, chris humming and nodding as he puts it together. then he takes a sip of his drink, squinting his eyes to look at what you were watching. “why are you-”
“what are you-” you both pause, talking over one another. chris chuckles a little, motioning for you to speak first.
you laugh a little. “uh, why are you up?” you ask. “it's like… two in the morning.” you trail off, searching for your phone in the blankets.
“i'm not fallin’ asleep for another two hours.” he sighs, sitting back on the couch – one arm crossed over his chest whilst the other held his can of pepsi. you nod, picking up the remote to pause your show that had been playing in the background.
“why’d you pause it.” he murmurs, having become curious about the show in the last few minutes. you raise your eyebrows, turning back to the screen. “you wanna watch…gilmore girls?” you question.
he hesitates for a second, now knowing what you had been watching. “y’know what. i'm good.” he mumbles, taking another sip of his drink.
“thought so.” you chuckle lightly, shifting under your blanket to get more comfortable. he swallows down some more of his pepsi before putting it down on the coffee table.
you finally find your phone, mindlessly scrolling through the new silence. most of your time spent with chris being in silence as you both go on your phones – a comforting, yet slightly pathetic scene.
he looks up from his own phone for a second, your gaze fixed on your screen as you bit your nails mindlessly. “you were very quiet earlier.” he begins.
you look up immediately, unsure of where he was going with that. “oh.” you mumble. “you good?” he cuts in, making sure nothing was on your mind.
you frown, nodding your head immediately. “yeah, yeah. i'm fine.” you tell him honestly. he nods slowly, before a small smile appears on his face.
“so why were you so quiet earlier – you're never that quiet.” he asks again, having been quiet about his curiosity the entire time.
“uh…” you chuckle awkwardly, looking down at your lap – deciding to just say it. besides, it was only chris.”i didn't have anything to say.” you mumble, not looking up as your cheeks turn red at the insinuation of your own words.
he chuckles a little, shifting on the couch. “what’d you mean?” he asks, slightly confused by your mysterious response.
you look up, your face growing warmer as you both sink deeper into this conversation you had been so adamant to avoid for ages.
“i mean…i didn't have any, experiences to share.” you elaborate, hoping he would stop being so stupid and just understand what you were implying.
he scoffs a little, still not fully grasping it. “what does that even mean – you a virgin or somthin’?” the words don't even phase him, clearly coming out as a joke as he chuckles lightly, leaning forward to pick up his soda.
you go dead silent, your face now beat red. “well, yeah.” you scoff back, deciding that chris was far too stupid to understand subtlety.
he pauses, the smile wiping clean off his face in embarrassment. “oh shit, sorry.” he apologises, now feeling incredibly bad about joking about it – not that he did so maliciously.
“no, it's fine, i don't…care.” you mumble, an awkward vibe settling over the conversation.
you'd never been one to talk about personal things in your life, and the entire time, chris had assumed your sexual experiences were included in that. he however did not expect this to be the case, now feeling slightly awkward about the revelation you'd somewhat reluctantly shared.
“right.” he clears his throat, fiddling with the can in his hand. “sorry for joking ‘bout it, it's not a big deal y’know – i wasn’t tryna make fun-”
“chris, it's honestly fine.” you interrupt his ramble, shaking your head at his long winded apology. he purses his lips, deciding to shut up as he gives you a small nod of understanding.
you both go back to your phones, unsure of what to talk about now – but somehow it was the only thing on your mind. you thought you would’ve wanted to move on desperately, of course to avoid the dark pit of vulnerability and embarrassment.
but you didn't. instead you became curious about the prospect of discussing it – never having done that before with anyone.
you think for a while, looking up at him a few times to get a sense of what he was thinking. however, he looked completely unfazed.
“so uh, how old were you?” you ask, speaking quickly in the hopes he wouldn't hear you and you could just retract the question. he turns his head with a frown, the cogs in his brain turning as he realises what you meant – his eyebrows raising a little.
“oh.” he clears his throat, staring out. “i was seventeen.” he tells you, keeping the conversation casual – despite how nervous he was about where this conversation was going.
you nod at his response, you face heating up yet again at the knowledge of how behind you were. of course it didn't matter, and you'd never cared – but now speaking it outloud, you felt small and inexperienced. slightly embarrassed by your age of twenty one.
he senses your uneasy reaction, and the way you were overthinking – sighing as he decides to speak instead of just ignoring the elephant in the room. “it doesn't matter when other people first had sex.” he mumbles, taking a sip of his soda before continuing. “don’t, compare yourself. you're good – no one cares ‘bout that shit.”
his words sound harsh, but coming from chris you know he means well. trying to reassure you by downplaying your worries in a somewhat…abrupt way.
“are you just saying that?” you ask, sensing that he was overcompensating to drive you away from the truth.
he gives you a look, shaking his head. “no. m’serious, people don’t give a fuck.” he elaborates further, pushing his point. you think for a second, taking advantage to actually talk about this, and open up in a way you never had.
“when you say people, you mean guys. right?” you clarify his wording, curious about the perspective from a guy. you'd always been worried that you'd hit an age where men would want you to have experience, and would find it off putting that you didn't know how to do anything.
he chuckles a little, trying to push past the awkwardness of the conversation. “yeah, i mean guys.” he clarifies, rolling his eyes ever so slightly as you tiptoed around your questions.
you nod, unsure if chris really wants to be having this discussion right now – but the calm look on his face tells you he's not trying to claw his way out. “do you really think so?” you ask quietly, your insecurity shining through.
he turns to look at you, ready to snap from having to repeat himself yet again. but when he sees the vulnerable look on your face, he switches – something in him seeking to diminish your insecurity.
“some guys like that shit.” he mumbles out, shrugging a little.
you hum in curiosity, wondering what exactly that meant. “really?” he purses his lips and nods in response.
you hesitate to speak again, wondering if your next question is too intimate of a thing to ask your friend.
he senses your hesitance, a part of him wanting to move away from this strange territory – but he also wants to help, and be a good friend. “you can ask me anythin’ y’know.” he mumbles, slightly unsure of his own words.
you look over at him, feeling a sense of comfort and lack of judgement from him. “uh, surely guys would care if i…don't know how to do stuff.” you say almost sheepishly – reluctant to be fully open about this.
he sighs, picking up his pepsi to take another sip before shaking his head.
“yeah, but you're not clueless.” he says with an amused huff, assuming you knew more than you were letting on. you shrug a little. “well no, but-” you stop yourself yet again, treading on eggshells around the topic whilst also trying to talk to him about it. very counteractive.
he nods your way, moving his hand in a ‘keep talking’ motion. you sigh, looking down at your lap. “i don't know…how to do stuff.”
he frowns at you, trying not to repeat himself yet again. “yeah, but like…you do.” he scoffs unhelpfully. you nervously bite down on your lip before shaking your head.
yes you understood the prospect of sex, and what went where – but you never really watched porn and therefore had no real insight.
his brows knit together, thinking up an appropriate way to talk to you right now. “but theoretically you'd know how to like.” he pauses for a second. “give a handjob.” he says slightly awkwardly, kinda just blurting the words out.
your palms begin to sweat at his words, awkwardly rubbing them on the blanket to try and stop them from getting worse. “i dunno, probably not.” you say quietly, almost ashamed.
“oh.” any train of thought in his mind comes to a halt, unsure of where to go from here. he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, eyes fixed on the can in his hand. “well that's uh-” he nods, not knowing where to go from there.
you sigh, slouching on the sofa with a small groan. “this is what i mean, it's embarrassing.” you mumble, feeling a little sorry for yourself – regretting this entire conversation.
he shakes his head, his lips pursing slightly. “no, it’s not.” he reassures, although it's hardly convincing.
“it is chris, it's really embarrassing and not sexy – just forget i said anything.” you stop yourself, having said too much and currently feeling far too vulnerable.
“that's not true.” he tells you softly, sensing your impending breakdown over this – feeling as though it was partially his fault. “it's not…not sexy.” he mumbles hesitantly, hoping he wasn't crossing a line.
you give him a look, taking in his ‘compliment’ – or whatever it was. “i need to find a guy to practice on now.” you joke, groaning as you speak.
he rolls his eyes, chuckling in amusement. “no you don't, sex is easy.” he tells you, as if that gave you any reassurance. “giving a handjob is like-” he looks around the room as he thinks, his sentence paused as he tries to come up with a comparison.
you raise your eyebrows, awaiting his comparison. “like, shaking a drink.” he says, immediately pulling a face at the bad comparison. “shaking a drink?” you question, trying not to laugh at the turn the conversation had taken.
he sighs, rubbing his face. “it's just, up n’down.” he explains, trying his hardest to keep the conversation light, and not get too detailed about it.
you tilt your head a bit at his explanation. “what does that mean though?” you question, not feeling stupid and clueless like usual – but rather curious and somewhat intrigued.
he sighs again, trying not to show any hint of disbelief. “like…y’know.” he trails off, lightly doing the motion in the air. you watch the motion, understanding what he meant.
“but like, how hard do i grab…it- and how far up and down am i supposed to go?” you ask, the conversation quickly morphing into a tutorial, you feeling more comfortable asking these questions that you previously thought were to stupid to even say.
“...it depends.” he sighs, hesitating to say that – knowing it was beyond unhelpful. “right.” you nod, understanding that it was different for everyone.
“well, what do you like- or i mean what have, y’know…girls done.” you stumble over your words, unsure of how to ask such a personal question. your palms were sweating slightly as you realised the personal question you'd just mumbled out – worried chris would find you weird for asking. but he didn't.
his eyebrows raised a little, mostly out of shock – but he didn't mind you asking. “uh…” he lets out a breath, thinking to himself. “like quite tight, but not painfully y’know.” he nods as he speaks, the thought of your small delicate hands wrapped around him entering his mind for a second.
“and you don't need to go all the way down- focus more on the tip.” he explains, trying to keep it mostly factual in order to not get personal.
“ok.” you nod, trying to picture a dick in your mind, but it was difficult with no frame of reference. he senses your confusion, frowning a little. “have you not had sex outta choice, or has it just not happened?” he questions, a little out of the blue.
you look at him, caught off guard for a second. “just hasn't…happened i guess.” you mumble out, wondering why he had decided to ask you that.
he nods before speaking again. “are you, i dunno - like scared to do it?” he asks, and for a second you feel very much put on the spot. but then you shrug. “not really, i just don't wanna embarrass myself, y'know.” you answer honestly.
he takes in your words, contemplating something in his mind as he puts down his drink – the cogs turning in his brain very evident on his face.
“what?” you question, a small smile of amusement on your face as you become curious as to what he's thinking. he shrugs, his cheeks turning a light shade of red as his thoughts play out in his mind. he couldn't possibly offer that to you, could he?
“no seriously chris, what is it?” you ask again, chuckling slightly in confusion. “i just-” he sighs, collecting his thoughts and deciding to just say it. “i could show you, if you'd like.” he offers, his ears turning a little red at the proposition he'd just put out.
“oh.” your eyebrows raise a little. well, you hadn't expected that. his expression drops at your reaction, unsure of what you were thinking as he panics and decides to backtrack a little.
“i don't mean us have…sex.” he clarifies, pointing between the both of you. “i can just, like-” he groans, not wanting to say it outloud but eventually collecting himself. “show you, on…myself.” he mumbles out quietly.
“oh.” you mumble out again, the entire proposition intriguing you far more than it should’ve. “unless that's weird, and would make you uncomfortable.” he rambles, unable to really grasp your reaction. “it was just a suggestion, y’know. i don't-”
you cut him off. “ok.” you tell him. he stops, looking between your eyes for any hint of you lying to him right now.
“yeah?” he sighs, now beginning to feel a little vulnerable at the thought of doing that – but he shouldn't, and he pushes that aside.
you nod, wiping your sweaty palms on the blanket. “only if you're…ok with that.” you tell him, the air between you becoming slightly tense for a minute.
it's a lot of back and forth reassurance before anything actually happens, chris eventually pushing down his joggers and boxers to reveal himself to you – reminding himself that he had nothing to be nervous about. he wasn't the clueless virgin in this situation.
you swallow at the sight, his half hard dick resting on his pulled down trousers. it was new for you, but neither of you were uncomfortable in the way you thought you'd be. and he keeps it informative, taking a breath before speaking.
“ok, so you hold it…like this.” he tells you clearly, wrapping his hand around his dick. you nod, almost taking mental notes as he speaks.
“and then-” he adjusts his position a little, beginning to slowly pump his cock. “you literally just do that.” he explains, looking over at you.
you nod yet again, your eyes fixed on the movement of his hand. “that's it?” you frown a little, your eyes finally meeting him. he nods, chuckling a little. “huh.” you hum, finding it a lot less scary that you thought it would be.
he sighs, adjusting his grip again. “you can also like, twist your wrist a little more.” he explains, doing so in demonstration to show you. you nod again, your eyes fixed on the scene in front of you.
he watches the way you're looking at him, almost in awe – your eyes fixed on his dick in a way that made his balls thump. your eyes widen a little as a bead of pre cum collects at the tip – chris quickly taking notice and wiping it off with his thumb.
“what is that?” you ask curiously, knowing it definitely wasn't cum. he huffs a little, beginning to find your cluelessness somewhat endearing. “pre cum.” he tells you.
you raise your eyebrows. you knew what that was, you'd just never seen it before. “i didn't know it was…clear.” you mumble out, eyes still fixed on his hand lightly pumping his dick.
he huffs again in amusement, now looking down at his dick – the both of you just kinda silently watching as he slowly jerked off, hardly even grasping it.
“can i…try?” you ask, your curiosity getting the better off you. his dick twitches at that, his movements coming to a stop. despite your somewhat casual tone, your whole body was hot at the thought – your face heating up.
he lets go, nodding a little as he shifts his joggers down a little more. “yeah.” his voice coming out in a breathless whisper.
you swallow, gently bringing your hand to his dick. it was warm, and the skin was a lot softer than you'd expected it to be – a stark contrast to how hard it felt when your grip tightened a little. “so do i just…?”
you trail off, slowly moving your hand up and down.
he lets out a small breath. “yeah, like that.” he breathes out, the feeling of your hand turning him on a lot more than he'd anticipated.
your eyes remain on your own hand, carefully moving as if you were scared you were gonna do something wrong or hurt him – your brows knitted together in deep concentration.
after a minute or so he shifts, your slow tortuous pace riling him up far more than he'd like to admit. he clears his throat. “you can uh, go a bit faster.” he tells you, his voice hoarse and quiet.
you nod, picking up the pace a little, causing a shallow breath to escape past chris’ lips. you continue, getting the feel of it – changing up the speed and the amount of pressure you applied. realising it was far easier than you thought.
a small whimper comes out as you squeeze around the tip a little harder, your head snapping up to chris’ face. “what did i do?” you murmur, unsure if it was good or bad.
he controls his breathing a little before answering. “the tips sensitive.” he tells you, the both of you looking down at your hand as you experimentally massage the tip. he lets out another noise, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.
you take note of his reaction, smiling a little as you continue doing that. his stomach tense, noises tumbling out of his mouth before he grabs your wrist to stop you – an astonished look on his face. “i dunno what the fuck you just did- but that was like-” he lets out a breath.
you panic a little. “was it bad?” he shakes his head quickly, swallowing a little. “no, jus’ too much.” he tells you, honestly shocked that you'd managed something like that. he'd never been this pent up from a handjob before, yet alone from someone who had no idea what they were doing.
“is it…good though?” you mumble, going back to what you were doing before. “yeah.” he huffs with a small grin, diminishing all your worries about this in a second.
you keep going, avoiding what you'd done before and instead changing the tightness of your grip as you went up – practically squeezing him.
another bead of pre cum forms, his attention switching down to it. “why does that happen?” you ask curiously, your eyes widening as more pushes out. “it's cos you're like, squeezin’ it out.” he explains, collecting it on his thumb before wiping it off on the leg of his joggers.
you nod, almost subconsciously trying to do it again, and being successful at that. a small huff of amusement leaving his lips as you drag out another drop with your hand. “you can like, pull it out.” you murmur in awe, completely fascinated by the way your hand had so much control over it.
he nods, wiping it away again. “happens when it feels good as well, like an extra indicator to bein’ turned on.” he tells you, finding the informative aspect of this handjob quite amusing – beyond the surprising amount of pleasure you were giving him.
the tension between you returns as you continue working your hand over his dick – the only sound being whimpers from chris as he tried to keep himself together. “does it, feel good?” you whisper out, the point of you doing this now behind you as you just pleasured him.
“y-yeah it does.” he breathes out, nodding before he swallows. “you don't have to, uh-” a small mewl comes out as you go over his sensitive tip again. “d-don't have to keep going.” he manages to get out.
you look up at him, his head tilted back on the couch – eyes shut and his mouth parted open. this was all to show you how to do it, but he seemed to be enjoying it. and you couldn't deny the throbbing in your own pants – something you didn't often feel.
in all honesty, you didn't want to stop. in fact, you wanted more – you just had no idea how to ask for it. deciding to continue, your tongue darting out between your lips in concentration.
he opens his eyes, peering down at you with hazy eyes. “do you wanna-” he stops himself, biting down on his bottom lip – deciding against what he was going to ask you. what was he thinking?
“what?” you question, finally meeting his gaze. he admires the comfortableness in this situation, and your willingness to keep going. thinking it maybe didn't make him a horrible person for asking – although it was more difficult to decipher that in his pent up haze.
“d-do you wanna have sex?” he says hoarsely, his eyes fixed on your face for your reaction to that – scared he shouldn't have said it. “sorry, i shouldn't-”
you interrupt. “no, i want to.” you tell him, his eyebrows raising in surprise – chris not wasting another second before leaning across to catch your lips on his.
you've kissed people before, you weren't completely untouched – but this was nothing like any of those times. his lips moving with yours rapidly, sucking and biting at your plush lips as his hands came to hold your face – drawing you in closer.
you shift onto your knees on the couch as he brings you closer, your hand dropping his dick as they come to grasp his wrists to ground yourself.
“don't feel pressured-” he mumbles against your lips. “if you don’t wanna-” you shut him up by pressing your lips onto his harder, running your hand back over his dick in a way to show him you did want this.
you pull your lips off his, catching your breath. “can you touch me?” you ask, having no idea where the sudden confidence came from to ask for that.
he almost moans at the way you ask, looking so innocent despite what you were asking for. but he nods immediately, sitting up. “yeah, yeah- of course.” he breathes out, reaching to dip his hand into your pyjamas and underwear.
it takes him a second to find your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves. “do y’ever touch yourself?” he asks through his deep breathing, a small groan leaving his lips as your hand returns to his throbbing cock.
you hold your bottom lip between your teeth, suppressing any sounds. “sometimes.” you whisper, your voice shaky. his mind fills with thoughts of you touching yourself, and it drives him wild.
he looks down at your hand pumping his dick quickly, his own finger moving at the same speed on you before he removed it – pulling down your trousers as best as he could.
you take notice of his actions, shuffling out of them as you lie back on the couch. he watches as you get undressed, scrambling to pull his own trousers off.
he looks down at your body, your exposed pussy making his dick throb – now impossibly hard. “chris.” you mumble, drawing him out of his trance. “condom.” you remind him, some thoughts beyond your nakedness returning.
“shit.” he mutters, quickly putting his boxers back on as he goes to the bathroom, stepping quietly to not wake up either of his brothers – realising that it might not be the best idea to fuck on the couch, but you were both beyond that as he returned hastily.
he gets back on the couch, opening the packet to slip it onto his dick. you watch, your nerves starting to rise a little as you shift on the sofa to get comfortable.
“you okay?” he asks softly, his hand dropping back down to your soaking cunt – circling your clit again. you nod, and his gaze immediately flicks up to your face. “we don’t have to do this, y'know.” he reminds you gently, soothing your thigh with your other hand.
“no, i want to…just wanna take it slow though.” you tell him timidly, any confidence you had before slowly slipping away. he nods, realising he'd gotten a bit hasty – now feeling bad for rushing you.
“shit, m’sorry.” he apologises, taking a small breath to calm down. then he leans down, pressing soft kisses along your neck – mentally scolding himself for going so quickly with you.
you let out a low hum at the feeling, your fingers threading through his hair soothingly as you breathed out slowly. “m’so sorry.” he repeats, mumbling against your skin as he takes things nice and slow.
his kisses travel further down, lifting your top up to just beneath your tits to kiss down your stomach – the hand not holding himself up, rubbing gentle patterns on your thigh.
you watch him travel down, your nerves seeming to have disappeared at the new pace – watching as he worshipped your body with his lips.
“y-you don't need to do that.” you tell him softly as his face reaches between your thighs. he looks up at you, his hair now messy and strayed around his face. “you sure?” he mumbles, kissing your thighs as he abides by your request.
“yeah.” you breathe out, nodding as you speak. “jus’ finger me.” you tell him, watching as a small smirk appears on his face. he lifts his head back up, moving his hand to your cunt.
the wetness alone has his head spinning, but when he slowly pushes his finger into your tight hole – it's another story. “fuck , youre tight.” he groans, really remembering that you hadnt done this before, and that selfishly he loved that he was gonna be the only one for now.
“mmh, that feels good.” you whine, gripping his other arm that was supporting his weight. he looks down at your already fucked-out expression, your lips parted slightly – looking incredibly inviting.
he leans down to kiss you, and it's a little rough at first before he reminds himself to take it slow. the kiss morphing into a sloppy one, your tongues gently brushing over one another's lips as he continues to finger you.
you tug at his wrist, removing his hand from you and he pulls away from your lips in response. “you okay, you wan’ me to…?” he trails off, now using his hand to slowly jerk himself off.
“yeah, just go slow.” you tell him, your body tensing a little at the thought of that pushing into you. “i will, i will.” he whispers as he gets his dick fully hard, fixing the condom so it's comfortable.
then he situates himself between your legs, one arm holding himself up above you as the other positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance.
you spread your legs a little, gasping as he nudges the head in. he grunts at the feeling – pushing his hips forward ever so slowly until you wince. his attention snaps up to you in concern, stopping immediately.
“hurts a little.” you mumble out, frowning at the foreign feeling. he nods in understanding, pulling back out. then he collects some saliva on his fingers, rubbing it over your entrance to act as lube.
you don't question it, cranking your neck to look down at what he was doing – your breath catching in your throat as he pushes back in slowly. “still hurts chris.” you whine out, gripping his shoulders to stop him from going further.
“i know, just relax f’me, yeah?” he whispers, pulling back a little before kissing down your neck to relieve some of the tension in your body.
you let out soft moans as he kisses your neck, sucking at the skin which was sure to leave marks – not that you cared. his soft touches and delicate kisses seemed to ease you a little as he began gently rocking his hips – only half of his dick making it in as he did so.
“fuuuck- you feel fuckin’ good.” he grunts, already feeling close. his head drops to your shoulder as your hands grasp at his hair – the pleasure from his dick rutting into you feeling like nothing you'd ever felt before.
“you can go deeper.” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. he grunts in response, thrusting his hips further into you in a slow drag. lifting his head up as he watches your mouth hang open.
“does it hurt?” he asks hoarsly, hoping and wishing that wasn’t the case – considering how fucking good your cunt felt gripping around him.
you shake your head as he begins rutting his hips back and forth – one thrust hitting a spot inside you that made you moan out. chris’ hand clasping over your mouth immediately.
“you wan’ me to keep goin- like this?” he asks, eyelids dropped and pupils dilated with lust. you nod, looking up at him through your lashes, and that's all it takes for him to pick up a steady rhythm – groaning and grunting at the feeling.
your whining behind his hands, the sounds thankfully muffled as he fucks into you at a medium pace. reminding himself that he couldn't just lose it and go faster or harder. he cared about you, and he certainly didn't want this to be a bad experience for you – constantly checking to make sure it felt good.
it didn't take long for his orgasm to begin building up, your bodies pressed together as he ground his hips into you. you yourself were in complete ecstasy at the feeling – wondering how you'd gone twenty one years without doing this.
you reach down between your bodies, rubbing your clit quickly which only intensifies the pleasure in a way you couldn't comprehend. “fuck, you gon’ cum f’me?” he groans, watching as you touch yourself – his balls drawing up at the sight.
you nod, moaning against the palm of his hand as he drops his head to your neck, sucking and licking at the skin as he searches for a sweet spot. “oh fuck- i’m gonna cum.” he grunts, trying to hold it off for the sake of your pleasure – but the way you’re squeezing around him is making it near impossible.
“shiiit.” he practically whines, his breath becoming shallow as he feels his orgasm crash down – the condom filling with his cum as he continues to grind into you.
you mumble behind his hand as he grunts, moving it to the side of your head to let you speak, so lost in the bliss he could hardly think.
“please keep going.” you whimper, practically begging for him to continue so you could reach your release. he nods a little, pushing past the overstimulation and focuses on hitting the sweet spot inside you continuously.
it only takes a few minutes for you to get there, your body tensing under him as you squeeze around his now softening cock – biting hard on your lip to stay silent.
your hips rut upwards as you ride out your climax, your finger still rubbing over your clit rapidly. “holy fuck chris.” he finally pulls out, looking down at the way your face was scrunched in pleasure, coming down from your high.
he collapses down on the sofa, catching his breath as he carefully removes the full condom – tying it shut. “thank you.” you whisper, chuckling a little as the smile on your face widens.
he wipes his forehead, his expression mirroring yours. “good?” he questions. you nod eagerly, catching your breath. “we should've done that ages ago.” you mumble out, your head off in the clouds as he smiled down at you.
notes. this is basically just a tutorial on how to give a handjob lmao. thank you to @strnilolover for helping me with the plot, she’s amazing if you ever need help with your fics !!
me fucking too. I’m thinking HARD about what to cook up, and my top two right now are:
- (1) readers bf breaks up with her the day before Valentine’s Day and virgin bsf Matt comes over and brings her like flowers, candy, the works, ykyk and then they do the boombaya and Matt’s all subby and nerdy 💁♀️😊
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- (2) Matt takes gf reader out for a nice lil vday date and during dinner he breaks out one of her gifts which is a remote controlled vibrator and then freak town 💦😛
hi hi hiiiii can you guys send me requests pleaseeeee?!?!?😘😘 (I really want to write again but I have no flipping idea what to write! Thank youuuu!) yes I’ll write the freakiest shit on earth but NO weird shit like incest, piss- like just generally weird shit!‼️‼️
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