One Lazy Afternoon
Pairing: NASA psychologist x fem!reader
Summary: In which your timid baby finally bares his teeth.
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, smut, explicit, no physical description of the reader, mentions of female genitalia, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used, unprotected sex, p in v, slight biting, porn without plot, plot what plot, first draft yolo, no beta
You were rolling your hips slowly, excruciatingly so, his cock deep inside you as you rode him.
To him, it felt like hours since you started your torture, bringing him to the brink and then not allowing him to come. His handsome face was flushed, sweaty, and teary-eyed, his muscles tense, strained, and his fists constantly going from open to clenched and back, shaking the whole time.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
“Please, what?” you rolled your hips a little faster, drawing a surprised gasp out of him.
The sheets were drenched in his sweat, and you could feel his thighs trembling under you. His eyes were so wonderfully glassy, fixed on you. Your slick spilt over him, the wet skin sticking together.
“Please let me touch you,” he whimpered, his lips pouty, but his eyes were begging.
A soft afternoon light was peeking through the blinds, illuminating the tiny beads of sweat on his taut skin.
“Is that all you want, baby?” your hand dragged over his chest and his abdomen, dragging more pathetic whimpers out of him.
“I want to come,” his voice was weepy, breaking. “Inside you,” he quickly added, one of his hands hovering over your hip, hoping you’ll allow him to wrap his long fingers around your waist, but knowing better than to do it without asking.
And yet, you still hoped you would break him soon, that one of his whimpers would be too much, too far, and he would pin you against the mattress in a second and take what he wanted. Perhaps, soon, you thought, licking your lips, moaning as you circled your hips, angling yourself so his cockhead would drag those pretty sounds from your lips.
You liked how nothing else existed in his mind at that moment but you. The whole world could be falling apart around you two, and he would still pitifully beg to be buried inside you for a moment longer.
“You want to come, baby? Spill inside?” you continued your slow movements, enjoying how his cock made you feel tiny shivers through your whole body. Poor guy had no idea what he had: those huge, sexy hands that made you crazy any time he would place them on you, those big, needy eyes that were constantly observing you, watching intently what you liked, no, loved, and that big, veiny cock that had you unravelling in no time. And the way he would say please every time, the way he would wait for you to come home on his knees, begging to lick you before you even had a chance to take a shower.
His utter devotion already made you come three times, twice in his mouth and once on his cock, that beautiful, fat cock that deserved to be worshipped over and over again, no matter what he believed.
“And you promise to be good?” you touched your tits, squeezing your nipples and watching his eyes go wide. The first time you allowed him to touch you like this, he simply placed his hands on your waist and sped up a little. You still liked watching his face as he came, feeling his seed spill in you, his desperate little pleas, but you just needed more.
“I promise,” he whined, now fisting the sheets like his life depended on it.
He smelled so sweetly when he begged, the flush spreading through his whole body, his cock twitching inside you.
“And do you remember the rules, handsome?” you watched as his face turned a deeper shade of red at your compliment, from his chin all the way to his ears, his eyes fluttering at your lips, almost as if unsure of what you just said.
“I can -fuck, I have to be rough and fuck you hard,” his eyes were now glued to your bouncing tits again, his sweaty hair glued to his rugged face, another moan freely escaping his throat as your pussy momentarily spasmed around his cock.
“And the most important rule?” you asked, guiding his hand to your mouth and sucking at two of his fingers.
His whole body went rigid instantly, his jaw clenching and eyes flickering shut, his abdominal muscles tensing as he desperately strained not to come, despite wanting to fill you so badly and watch his seed leak out of your fucked-out pussy.
“I…” his voice stuttered a little. “I focus on myself. On my pleasure.” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing so shyly.
You flashed him a smile that knocked the breath out of him, parting his lips, his beautiful blue eyes flickering with adoration.
“Fuck me, baby,” you cooed sweetly, wondering what he would do. Same thing as always, press his fingers into your flesh, and then continue the torturous tempo, while obsessing over how you feel? Or would he finally do as a trained lap dog and fuck you hard and rough, as you asked him to?
He snapped his hips, making you fall forward with a playful shriek, your hands pressing firm against his chest, and then, in one quick move, turned you both around, your back hitting the soaked sheets.
Guiding your legs around his waist, he started slowly, still pacing himself, but his tongue was hard and demanding in your mouth, his lips sucking on yours, his forearms framing your head.
His mouth trailed down your neck, his teeth dragging over your sensitive skin as he picked up his pace.
“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered against your neck as he slammed hard, drawing a loud, pleasurable moan out of you.
“Don’t stop, baby,” you breathed out between moans, your nails dragging over his back. “I need you, baby, don’t stop.”
“Like this?” he inquired, his voice rough and laced with something different as his cock slid in and out of you, the knot in your stomach tightening.
“You feel so good, baby, so big,” you continued cooing sweetly in his ear, encouraging him further, chasing your own pleasure as he fervently fucked you into the mattress.
A moan escaped him, as it always would when you praised him and his skills in bed. Your sweet, needy boy, trying so hard to give you what you asked for, fucking you in the way he never did before, making all those pretty little sounds escape your lips, sounds of moans and whimpers mixing with his grunts.
“Does it feel good for you too, baby?” you dragged your lips over his temple, your nails digging deep in the skin of his back. You were close again, so close, and you were scared he was holding back because he could feel your cunt fluttering around him.
“I want to make you feel good,” you moaned out when he didn’t respond, desperately clinging onto him.
“Baby, please,” more desperate pleas spilt from your lips as you dug your heels into his back, pushing him deeper into you.
He stilled, and you could feel his cock twitching inside you; he bit your shoulder, hard, and grunted, the intensity of his orgasm overwhelming him.
The way he clung onto you and bit you, his body pressed over yours, the desperate sounds of him coming, and the scent of his sweat were enough to tip you over as well.
You came, for the fourth time this afternoon, whimpering his name, completely losing yourself in his arms and the feeling of warmth and pleasure spreading through your whole body.
“Oh, baby,” you peppered his temple with soft kisses, your hands tangling in his ruffled hair. His breathing was still ragged, and you could feel little droplets of his spit around where he was still biting you.
He finally got up on his forearms, immediately crashing his lips against yours, kissing you passionately.
“You’re still shaking,” he sounded slightly worried, and yet, didn’t even try to pull out. He loved nothing more than to stay in you, for as long as possible, feeling his spend slowly drip out of you.
“Yeah,” you laughed, playfully kissing his nose, your fingers playing with his hair.
“That’s all on you, though,” you teased him, watching his ears get red again, a shy smile spreading on his face.
Instead of responding, he buried his face into your neck, mumbling into it.
“Can we go again, please? Like… Can we try it this rough again?”
“Yeah, baby? Would you like that?”
“More than anything.”
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