"Need A Hand ?"
A/N: Time to get freaky with Cora
Ship: Rosinante x afab!Reader (Rosinante and reader are similar heights) Genre: smut Word count: 1.6k words Warnings: PWP, mutual masturbation, fingering
The sun shining on your face stirred you awake. Yawning, you turned around, keeping your eyes close. You reflexively moved back in bed, searching the comforting body heat of your boyfriend. When your back hit his chest, he quietly wrapped an arm around you, holding onto one of your breasts.
It took you a few minutes before noticing that something was poking your butt. With a chuckle, you woke up further. Spinning your head, you looked over your shoulder.
"Morning," you mumbled.
Rosinante only groaned in response.
"Do you need to take care of something?" you asked in a chuckle.
Half-opening an eye, he remained still. You could see the cogs in his brain slowly turn as he wondered what you were talking about. A few seconds went by. Finally, his eyebrows raised as the realization hit him.
Groaning, Rosinante turned onto his back.
"Fuck, I'm sorry," he mumbled, hiding his eyes with a hand.
You did not have the time to tell him that it was okay, that he was already sitting up, ready to walk to the bathroom.
"You could stay," you suggested in a moment of boldness.
Looking over his shoulder, Rosinante asked back: "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," you hesitated. "I could maybe join you?"
Rosinante's ears turned red at the suggestion, but he did not argue. Instead he lied back down next to you. You now had a chance to shamelessly check him out: chest bare, pajama pants hanging low on his hips, happy trail disappearing behind the waistband, and a fabric so thin and loose that it left little to imagination.
"Like what you see?" he teased.
"Very much."
With a smile, he wondered: "What did you have in mind when you said you could join?"
You gulped.
"Maybe I could give you a hand?" You marked a pause. "And maybe that you could give me one too?"
Your heart was ready to explode. The most you and Rosinante had done so far was making out. This felt like quite the step, but you would be lying if you said you had not thought about it before. You obviously could not risk it while around the Donquixotte Family, but now that you were on the run, what could stop you?
"If that's okay with you, of course!" you added in a rush, seeing how quiet Rosinante was remaining.
He only smiled in return.
Leaning over, he calmed all your worries by gently kissing you. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you closer.
Never stopping kissing you, Rosinante started by slipping his fingers under your pajama shirt. He rested his hand against your sides.
Tangling your legs together, you moved closer. Rosinante's bulge was poking you again. Readjusting, you pushed yourself against his strong thigh, seeking pressure through your pajamas.
Rosinante did not miss your movements. In an effort to help, he slid his hand from your side, to your back, to your ass, and pulled you closer. You hesitantly grinded against his thigh, but his reassuring hand was there once more, encouraging you to go harder.
You pressed your own leg against his boner, not wanting to be the only one enjoying yourself. A low groan escaped him. You could not help but smile in the kiss, glad you had such an effect on him.
Seeing that you were more comfortable, Rosinante slowly slid his hand up you body again, while the other kept firmly holding you. His thumb slipped under your pajamas' waistband and waited there. You realized he was giving you enough time to opt out, but you only grinded against his thigh instead.
Satisfied with that response, Rosinante let his other fingers slide into your pants to rest on your bare ass. As you kept rubbing against him and teasing him, his nails dug into your soft flesh.
You moved your own hand from his chest to his hips. Just as he had, you allowed him a few seconds to move away, but soon enough, your palm pressed against his bare hipbone.
Rosinante's patience with you was comforting, and as a consequence thereof only left you craving more.
You moved away from his lips, but only so you could tend to his neck. You sprinkled the soft skin with kisses, going up and down his artery, and pausing by his ear to gently suck onto his earlobe.
Rosinante sighed loudly in pleasure.
The nails on both his hands dug into your skin, causing a chill to run down your spine.
It was his turn to make you feel good.
Pulling away ever so slightly, he pulled up your shirt to expose your chest. As he started massaging one of your breasts and playing with the nipple, his lips traced a path to the other. Hungrily, he licked and sucked onto your nipple and the skin around it. The open-mouthed kisses were accompanied by playful bites and hickeys.
Rosinante had imagined many times before what your skin would look like covered in marks. Now, he had a chance to see for himself.
As his mouth moved over your sternum to your other breast, his hand slipped back down your body, caressing your side and belly. This time, however, his fingers slipped under the front of your pants. Slowly, still allowing you to back out of this, he moved between your legs. You stopped grinding, awaiting his next move in anticipation.
Rosinante's slender fingers slid between your lips.
He brushed over your clit a few times. Then, he applied more pressure as he studied your reaction. Feeling a wave of pleasure traverse your body, you reflexively closed your eyes and quietly moaned.
Satisfied, Rosinante repeated his movements. Time became vague. You wouldn't be able to say how long you stayed in this position, Rosinante rubbing your clit to pull more moans out of your. You only remembered that you snapped out of it when one of his fingers slipped into you.
Quite frankly, you could have missed it, with how wet and relaxed you were by that point.
Rosinante loved that he was the cause of it too.
Suddenly you were impatient to touch him back. While he started pumping his fingers into you, curling to hit the right spot, you palmed him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. A wet spot of pre-cum had formed around the head. Despite how little was left to your imagination, you could not wait for more.
Clumsily, you pulled his pants down with a little help. You could not stop yourself from throwing a quick glance down. His dick was long, slender and veiny. For a brief second, you imagined what it would be like to get rammed into by Rosinante.
This only added to your arousal.
Pulling onto Rosinante's hair, you angled his face so you could smash your lips together as you grabbed his cock. Tentatively pumping, Rosinante immediately moaned into your mouth. Holding him more firmly, you moved your hand up and down, over and over. All while moaning and cursing, Rosinante pushed his fingers further into you.
It was now your turn to sigh and curse under your breath.
You were both determined to make a mess out of the other.
Rosinante was rock hard and could not keep quiet under your mistreatment. You alternated the pace, the pressure. Sometimes you focused on the tip, other times on his balls, massaging them.
He did his best to get you over the edge too. Rosinante was maybe incapable of shutting up, but that included praises for you. He could not stop telling you how hot you were, how good you were, how amazing you sounded moaning like that for him.
Using his thumb to rub your clit while his fingers slid in and out of you, Rosinante caused you to squirm under his touch. You were not sure how long you would still hold out, especially when his nails scratched your back out of the blue.
You wanted more. So much more. You already couldn't wait until the next time, until you would move to the next step.
Rosinante's fingers curled inside of you, over and over; hitting the right spot, over and over. Feeling you tense around him, Rosinante didn't miss a beat. He leaned over and sucked on your breast again. You pulled him closer, fingers tangled in his locks, other hand busy pumping his dick.
In between two open-mouthed kisses, he whispered:
"Cum for me, darling."
Not holding out anymore, you let a wave of pleasure run over you. Your entire body tensed up. You pressed your thighs together, clutching Rosinante's hand.
He loved the way you moaned out his name, the way you tightened around his fingers. Instead of your hand, he imagined your pretty lips or your tight pussy around his dick. Unable to help himself, he left one more hickey on your breasts, moaning as he came. His cum covered your belly.
As you both came down from your highs, you gently pulled back your hands.
"Fuck... sorry," Rosinante whispered once he realized the mess he had made.
"No worries," you replied.
Nevertheless, Rosinante sat up and reached for tissues. He helped you clean yourself. Once you were done, he took care of himself, still sitting next to you.
You observed him. Hair messy and pink cheeks. Soft smile and breaths calm.
The sun was shining on his beautiful features, reflecting off his locks.
"You're gorgeous," you whispered.
Smiling, Rosinante turned to you. Then, after a second, he responded:
"No, you are."
