FIRST TIME ACTUALLY FINISHING SMUT I APOLOGIZE IF ITS BAD.
Based upon and the smut continuation of this fic.
Human! Skips x GN! Reader. (Reader is afab however).
Content: smut (obv), handjobs, edging, Skips being a whiny begging mess♡
(I'm also so sorry if the formatting is fucked, I did this in my notes app)
With shaking hands, Skips unlocked the door. Just as promised, all black apartment—and you could hear loud meowing and the jingling of a bell approaching.
"Binx!" Skips chuckles, scooping up the black kitten.
"Fitting name...I wouldn't expect anything less from you." You tease lightly. Chuckling as you watched his cat try wriggling free, interested in meeting the new person in their territory.
Skips gestured towards the couch. "You uh...feel free to make yourself comfortable if you'd like..." There was this slight tremor to his voice, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
You could see just how nervous he was, it was plastered all over his face. It was hard for him to push through and stay stone faced...especially around you. It was one thing to meet you in public, to have the buffer of the outside world. But you were here in his apartment, in his space, in his home...
He joined you on the couch, his cat already trying to worm it's way into your shirt. "See, told you they'd try claiming you."
"Mh, not like I mind anyway..." You scratched behind Binx's ears, making them purr loudly. "My cats will probably just act like I cheated on them when I get home." You chuckle, knowing full well your own cats will be all over you when you came home.
"So..." Skips spoke up, much softer and hesitant than he meant it to be. Idiot... he chastised himself mentally Why are you nervous... don't be nervous... they're your friend. "So," he cleared his throat, trying again. "Anything you'd like to do? We could watch a movie or something...but—but uh... I'm fine with whatever..." He swallowed thickly, already cursing himself in his head for being so awkward.
"Skips," you place a hand on his thigh, nearly making him jump out of his skin. "A movie sounds perfect... Horror movie?" You chuckle softly, lightly rubbing your thumb against his thigh before taking it away.
All it took was one touch, one touch and now Skips' mind was reeling and he felt like he couldn't breathe right. One small simple comforting touch and his brain wanted to go down the pervert alleyway.
"Y-yeah a horror movie sounds perfect-" Skips voice cracked just slightly as he was still trying reel his thoughts back in.
Skips was quick to gather up snacks, blankets, drinks, anything he thought you—the both of you would need... He even dimmed the lights for ambience.... no other reason.
You went to adjust yourself to get comfortable and sadly Binx left your chest, off to pursue whatever dark endeavors they had. So instead you shifted and lightly rested your head on Skips' shoulder, each time you touched him he nearly leapt out of his skin. Looking up at him, he was laser focused on the TV, navigating through streaming services to find something to watch.
On the inside he was absolutely freaking the fuck out. You were so close, your scent, your warmth, he felt like he was about to lose it. He had to keep focused on trying to find a movie otherwise he felt like he was gonna pop a boner like some desperate touch starved pervert (which he was...)
In all honesty, you were a bit on the distracted side as well...he was just...so fucking pretty. The way his dark hair fell over his face, the nervous way he chewed his lip, the way you'd catch him sneaking the occasional glance. It made some thoughts swim in your head that you felt just the slightest bit guilty for having...but curiosity wasn't a crime was it?
Skips couldn't pay attention for shit, the movie was just background noise to him at this point. He felt like he was in a daze, like this was some dream he'd wake up from at any moment...and you'd be gone, just something his subconscious craved. The way your face was illuminated by the glow of the TV, the gentle flutter of your eyelashes against your cheeks, he wished he wasn't such a damn coward. If he wasn't such a coward... he'd ask to kiss you, finally answer the curious thought in the back of his head that was gnawing at him.
You shifted against him slightly, in a way that your breath ghosted over the side of his neck. Fuck...nonononono.... he cursed in his head. It wasn't that he minded having you so close...it was that there was now a stirring in his groin, already feeling things twitch to life he didn't want to happen in this moment. He was so afraid of scaring you, of driving you off, that you'd never talk to him ever again...
You glanced up at him as you made yourself more comfortable, you could see the nervous furrow in his brow and it made you worry just a tad. "Skips?" You spoke up softly, going to rest a comforting hand on his thigh. "You okay?—" just as you asked, placing your hand on his thigh...you both stiffen a moment.
You quickly pulled your hand away like it burned...your face certainly did. Did you just touch what you think you just touched? Before you could apologize, Skips already was.
"I'm so so sorry—" Skips' face was turning red and was having trouble finding words to say. "I shouldn't have— I just... Fuck I'm so stupid..." He hid his face in his hands and curled in on himself, bringing his knees to his chest.
You chewed lightly at your lower lip, while you felt bad for him being so embarrassed... something in you found it... attractive in a way. Is he... because of me?
"Skips..." You place your hand on his knee, which earned the tiniest barely audible squeak from him. "Skips, I don't..." You hesitate a moment, unsure if what you were about to say would make him uncomfortable. "I don't mind..."
Skips peeks out of his hands slightly with wide eyes, filled with disbelief for what you just said. "Y-you don't mind?" He repeated, his voice shaking.
You shook your head gently, trying to give him a soft smile that was more confident than you actually felt. "I don't want to assume or anything..." Your gaze roamed his face, just you looking at him like that was making his pants feel tighter. "But would it... Is it..." damn it...out with it... "Skips can I kiss you?"
Skips felt like he just had an aneurysm hearing those words come from you...this definitely had to be some wet dream he was having...right? Still he nodded, a little too quickly which made him even more embarrassed. "Please?-"
You tilt your head, leaning in. You can feel Skips' nervous breath ghost against your lips, he closed his eyes as you closed the distance. It was a gentle brush of the lips at first, but you quickly pressed your lips firmer against his. You could feel him shudder against you, feel his hands come up to rest on your arms but he hesitated to touch you.
Eventually he broke the kiss with a shaky exhale. "This is real? I'm not dreaming am I?" He rested his forehead against yours.
"This is real... unless we're in some shared hallucination..." You chuckle softly, wanting to lighten the mood and ease his nerves. You brush your thumb against his cheek, he leans into your touch.
"Could I...keep kissing you?" Skips asks softly, eyes flicking down to your lips. "I feel like I was awkward the first time..."
You nod and he closes the distance, he was much more... insistent this time, you could tell he'd been holding this back for awhile now. You could practically feel how badly he wanted you, how starved he was for this. His tongue flicks out and trades the seam of your lips, you can feel the cool metal ball of his piercing. You part your lips, allowing him entry, he practically moans into your mouth.
His case of hover hands seemed to be cured too as he started exploring you, his hands were everywhere, your shoulders, waist, hips. He wanted to feel you...all of you. Your hand came to rest on his thigh again, slowly inching upwards. When your hand met his bulge, he desperately bucked into your touch, a soft whimper escaping him.
You break the kiss, both needing to breath and also wanting to make sure he was okay with this, a thin string of salvia connecting you two. "You okay?" You ask softly, wanting to make sure he was 100% okay with you touching him like that.
"Fuck- please... please you can do whatever you want to me..." He whined, desperately bucking against your hand...it was cute how worked up he got. "Please keep touching me..." Skips' eyes were already glazed over and glassy, like he'd cry any second.
You press your hand against his bulge just a little harder, feeling the ridge of his cock through the fabric of his skinny jeans. Skips let out a shaky whimper, hands grasping at his sides so hard his knuckles were turning white.
"Fuck you're cute..." You murmur in his ear, giving his lobe a soft nip before you began trailing kisses down his jaw.
"Nhgh- I'm n-not cute-" Skips tried to protest, but it quickly died in his throat as you rubbed him. "God... fuck~ I needed this so bad...needed you..." His voice trembled.
You started fiddling with one of his many belts, the one that was actually looped through the holes instead of uselessly draped over his hips. Skips was quick and eager to help you, unbuckling it with shaking hands. He was quick to shed his pants (or as quickly as he could in skinny jeans). Hissing softly as some of the pressure confining his cock was lessened, he was twitching and leaking already...and it was all for you.
He watched with bated breath as you peeled the waistband of his boxers down. It sprang free, slapping against Skips' stomach and leaving a smear of precum against his shirt. You let out a soft shocked gasp, fuck he's huge...and pierced...damn thing was almost the size of your forearm. The ladder of piercings he had running down the underside of his cock glinted in the low light of the TV, the movie long forgotten.
"Shit..." You mutter out, both impressed and intimidated...and trying to do the math in your head about how the hell you were fitting that inside you.
"Good or bad?" Skips peeked down at you through his eyelashes, worried you didn't like what you'd seen.
"Good... definitely good..." You circle the tip with your thumb, smearing around the precum that was leaking out of him like a faucet. "Just wondering how the hell you fit that thing in your skinny jeans..." You tease lightly.
"Lots of d-determination..." He tries to chuckle, but it's quickly cut off by a choked moan. "Fuck... you're gonna kill me..."
"Mh, says the person with the tools to split me in half~" you were slowly pumping your hand over his cock, so slick with precum your hand basically glided effortlessly.
"W-wait does that mean you want to-" Skips looks at you with wide eyed disbelief. You answered him with a nod and an impish smirk.
You were moving your hand faster now, Skips was trembling like a leaf in your hands, hips bucking up to meet your movements. He was trying so hard to keep his breathing steady but with each movement of your hand it was a losing battle. The noises he was making...it was like music to your ears, most guys wouldn't dare to show just how sensitive they were. So hearing Skips be reduced to a whimpering, whining mess just from your touch alone gave you this feeling of power...it also was getting you wet.
"Fuck- please...pleeease-" he whined, tossing his head back as an eyeliner stained tear rolled down his cheek. He was trying so hard not to hyperventilate. "Please if you keep—fuck—keep going like that I can't hold back." Skips voice cracked as he swore.
You grin, you had two options, you could speed up and watch him cum everywhere...or you could rip your hand away and make him beg for more...
You decide to go for the latter, pulling your hand away completely, leaving him a twitching mess. He lets out a trembling whine and a shaky breath, sounding like he was holding back a sob.
"F-fuck!" Skips cried out. "Unfair- so fucking unfair..." he gasped, taking another shuddering breath.
"Mh~ but you love me though!" You giggle like a sadistic asshole. Skips nods having this absolutely smitten look in his eyes. "I love you- so much...so fucking much." He breathes out, shoulders trembling.
You were caught a little off guard, hearing him say those three words, it made your heart (and pussy) flutter. "I love you too," your noses brush as you go to silence his moans with your mouth, if he was any louder he'd get a noise complaint. You wrapped your hand around his cock again, making him whine into your mouth. As much as you wanted to tease and toy with him...you couldn't bear to do it after he said something so sweet...
Skips was trembling, hard, whimpering and gasping into your mouth as you continued to stroke him. You could taste his tears as they rolled down his cheeks and down to where your lips met. Each glide of your hand had him completely under your spell, each swirl of your tongue against his in an attempt to keep him quiet made him shiver.
He was so painfully close, throbbing in your hand so hard it hurt, he was close to breaking down in sobs. Skips broke the kiss, breathing heavily, "please fuck- I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." he pants, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum...fuck...fuuck..." His voice breaks into a sob, whines coming out in sharp staggered breaths.
"That's it~" you coo, licking up one of the black streaked tears from his cheek. "You can cum for me...you've been so good" you focused on his tip, moving your hand rapidly.
The moment you gave him permission it was like you squeezed a Go-Gurt too hard, you nearly got shot in the eye. Skips let out a sob and buried his face into your shoulder, sucking in breaths in sharp inhales.
You continued to stroke him through his intense orgasm, amazed by just how much cum he shot out...he must have been real pent up. You mutter soft praises to him while you kiss his forehead, slowing your strokes as you work him through the aftershocks.
He finally takes one deep breath and lifts his head to look at you. "Fuck...thank you for that..." Skips' eyes were locked on you...and even more focused when you brought your hand, covered in his cum, up to your lips.
As you swipe your tongue across your palm, he lets out a soft whine, cock twitching again with interest at the sight. You clean off your hand and pull him in for a kiss, letting taste himself.
"Fuck~" he sighs as he pulls away. "You're perfect..."
"So are you..." You kiss the corner of his mouth.
"So...umm..." Skips gives you a sheepish smirk. "Mind if I return the favor?"
"Abso-fucking-loutely~" you chuckle, already removing your pants.
(SORRY NO SEX THIS IS SO LONG AND MY MEDS ARE STARTING TO KICK IN)
sfw, fluff, one suggestive comment, but nothing too extreme, cw for description of overstimulation, post realization, established relationship, first person pov, hopefully this isn't ooc
synopsis: you get overstimulated and skips is there to comfort you
you and skips weren't usually the type to go out extremely often. the two of you were grateful simply being in the presence of one another. whether it was talking about your past lore, watching a movie together, cuddling, etc, both of you were satisfied. you didn't necessarily need to have a fancy-schmancy going out day to prove your love for one another, although it certainly wasn't unwelcomed.
skips had been invited to a birthday dinner by one of his tech friends at work. it had been *forever* since he'd been invited to anything, really, and he didn't want to leave you at home while he went. that would be pretty scummy. it would also be the first time some of his coworkers would meet you. of course, they've heard plenty about you, especially of how badly he missed you when he needed to clock in for work, and some of them kind of knew what you looked like, but this would be the first time some of them would get to meet the person who ruled the once lonely shadow's heart.
you and skips entered the bar-restaurant in casual - but not too casual - wear, since his friend wasn't too picky on what they wore. each room felt packed to the brim no matter where you looked. giant families from young to old sat at large booths, laughing loudly. there was a group of definitely drunk middle aged men cheering and screaming at the 5 tvs playing football that centered the bar area. there was yet another group of drunk middle aged ladies badly singing karaoke songs, echoing throughout the entire restaurant. the karaoke machine constantly flashed all the colors of the rainbow, and for some reason, there was an annoyingly bright blue light at almost every seat. you had a feeling this environment was not going to be ideal, but you decided to attempt to push through for the sake of your boyfriend and his friends.
a young hostess helped direct you and skips to where the other partygoers were seated. unfortunately for you, that spot ended up being right between the crazy football watchers and horrible "singers."
"hey, how's it going, man!" a young man called out as the two of you approached the table. he gave skips a fist bump. "glad you could make it!" he cheered with a smile. the man turns to look at you. "oh, so you must be the lucky person skips is going on and on about."
skips shrugs his arm and gives a small chuckle with a familiar flush on his face. "can't blame me, they've done so much for me and i truly appreciate them for that."
and that was true. you've helped him cope with losing his ex, benji, and took the time to love and care for him when it felt like no one else did. although you weren't able to join him in becoming a shadow, you brought him life through realization, and he is ever so grateful. most importantly, you stayed for him and continued to love him regardless of his insecurities. that's something that was rare for him.
"hi, i'm (y/n)," you introduced yourself, trying your best not to fail eye contact. it is normal to keep eye contact, right?
"oh, we know," the man chuckled. "we've heard a lot about you. has he ever said he misses you badly and wants to rub all over you five minutes after clocking in? you got him shrinking to a million pieces! and that one time he came in with a big 'ole thing on his neck-"
skips flushed a little more from the suggestive teasing comment his friend made about him. "h-hey, now's not the time for that," he quickly spouted, flustered. "but anyway, i'm glad i could make it."
"it's karaoke night!" the friend said in a sing-songy manner. "you wanna get up there with your partner and start singing...what's that song again? that one evanescence song? wake me up! that one!"
skips rolled his eyes at how less in-tune his friend was to emo music. "you mean 'bring me to life?'"
"you know what i meant!" the friend said nonchalantly.
this made you turn your head towards the karaoke machine. this time, a 50-something year old woman was dancing horribly and talk-singing shakingly to 'shake it off' by taylor swift. seemed like she was having a fun time.
a waitress arrived with a variety of different plates of food: a plate of rolls, a giant tray of chicken tenders and fries, fettuccine alfredo, three burgers, and more. "enjoy, and have a happy birthday!" she exclaimed. "if anyone needs me, just holler out, and these were prepared for the group, but if anyone would like to order something extra for themselves, they are free to do so." she quickly turned to help out another table.
'how does she manage all that?' you asked yourself. there was so much noise, so many flashing lights, and so much of...everything, really. but she seemed to handle everything perfectly fine. you didn't even work here and you were feeling overwhelmed. you were oh, so jealous of people who were unaffected by everything surrounding you at this very moment. all the yelling from grown men and children alike. the sound of beer bottles clashing on the bar table and breaking on the floor. that stupid flashing blue light at every table. in just a few minutes, everything felt like a blur. your hands and legs began to shake uncontrollably, and your breaths became rampant.
skips was aware that you were autistic, and knew that these were the signs of you feeling overstimulated. he couldn't bare to see you like this.
"excuse me, we just need some alone time right now," he said to his friend.
"suit yourself."
"c'mon, i'll try and find a quiet spot for us, okay?" he whispered to you.
you followed him outside the restaurant, and sat next to him on a nearby bench. it was much more peaceful outside than it was inside. you could hear the quiet hums of the wind and the chirping of crickets. no more screaming men and stupid blue light. you take some deep breaths in and out, in and out.
"hey, it's okay, i've got you."
he hands you a pair of noise cancelling headphones and puts it on your ears. he keeps this pair with him in case of emergencies like this, and it seems to help.
"are you okay with touch right now? i wouldn't want to make anything worse..."
you nod your head as he begins to rub circles around your back. all of a sudden, tears began to fall from your eyes.
"i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to-"
"no, it's not you," you emphasized. "i just feel like i ruined things for you. you were supposed to be having a fun time with your friends, and here i am crying over nothing and screwing everything up. i should be the one to apologize."
skips looked at you sincerely, and handed you his jacket to help wipe away the tears.
"penumbra, you haven't done anything wrong. you have nothing to apologize for," skips insisted. "if i'm being honest, i'm not even sure if i could've gone without you."
"really?" you asked. "but aren't they your friends?"
"yes, but no one else makes me feel more like myself than you do. you've stuck with me, thick through thin, and have loved me for a dark eternity. i can't exactly say the same for anyone else i know."
you give him a small smile. "it's the least i could do for such a handsome, kind, considerate, funny man."
skips presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "you're all those things too, my penumbra," he replied thoughtfully. a few minutes pass by, you two just taking in the soft sounds of the outdoors. "do you think you're okay to come back inside?" he asked.
"i'm gonna need a minute still," you responded. "thank you. for everything."
"i should be the one thanking you for everything you do."
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