Don’t Move, Okay?
IN WHICH — Adrian can’t take it anymore, but he needs so much more. What a predicament!
🦢 0.9K — fem!reader, overstim, finishing inside, dirty talking ONLY, accidental dumbification (F!receiving), lotus flower position, lame ending cuz i pushed this fic out.
･ ⟢ ⋮ Iris’ Message ゛༝ wanted to make this longer bc i love reading smut dialogue, and i assume other ppl do too!!
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Times like this, you wished you had a better sense of time, or a stronger resolve to keep a hold on your brain when you’re holding onto Adrian like this.
Earlier, he had perched you onto his lap, his arms around you as he guided you (while simultaneously begging you to just) hug him while he puts it inside you. Now, you were too gone to even try and change position. He was the type of guy to be able to stay in one position for the rest of his life.
"Oh, shit—" Adrian whimpered, his breath brushing against the shell of your ear. His arms that were wrapped so tightly around you, holding you so impossibly close, shook with want. Want doesn't even cover what he feels in the moment. He needs—longs—to just thrust into you a little harder.
But, feeling you quiver around his cock made Adrian think, 'Would it really be an issue if I came inside again?'. "Don't move, don't move."
Adrian was grinding up into you with the smallest hip movements he could do. He could feel the tip of his cock grazing against the most sensitive of parts. A broken whine would rip through your throat at the most minuscule thrust. Your nails dug into his bare back, leaving bright red marks amongst the old and new scars.
"Yes, yes," Adrian stammered. "Fuck.. Right there. You're so beautiful like this-you're always beautiful." At his words, you arched into him, pressing your body against his, as if you weren't close enough. "No—wait, shit. Don't do that, I-I'll cum. Just sit here, sit on top of me. I jus' wanna stay in you longer. Please, fuck, don't move."
He rambled, his words slurring on pleasure and a half-empty mind. He didn't even know what he was saying majority of the time. He just knew that, when he talked, he felt like he could last a little bit longer. A little bit longer, wrapped around your warmth, was all he needed.
Adrian felt your head bob up and down uselessly as a nod. His lips parted to let out a quiet puff of breath as he let his head fall, finding refuge in the crook of your neck.
You drooled a little on his shoulder, fingers clawing at his shoulder blades, just desperate to find something to grip onto and hold. Your mind was gone—melted to oblivion. All you could do was moan pathetically, your noises escaped your throat with a rasp. Dried tear tracks coated your cheeks, your eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open. But, God, you wanted to look at Adrian, even if it was the bruised skin of his neck.
"Jus' gonna keep-ah, shit..! Jus' gonna keep thrusting a little. Hold me, please. Keep holding onto me. Fuck, you're so cute. Thank you for letting me fuck you, thank you. I can't wait to cum in you. B-But, I gotta wait. Gotta wait, gotta wait."
His small thrusts gradually picked up the pace. His tip, which was just gently brushing against your cervix, was now repeatedly hitting your sweet spot relentlessly.
Adrian knew his words didn't match his movements. He knew he sounded silly, but he didn't care. He wanted to chase out one last orgasm from you. Just one more. "C'mon, baby. One more time—cum for me one more time. You got it. Please, cum for me. You feel so fucking good when you let go."
At his words, and the change of pace in his hips, you felt the last of your resolve get whisked away. Your shoulders dropped, though your thighs tightened around his waist.
Adrian felt your whole body twitched as you blessed him with one last orgasm for the night, your strained moan sounding like the sweetest music. He swore he could've came right there.
"Yea, yea," Adrian whispered, "There we fuckin' go. Cum around me just like that." He whined, attempting to talk you through it, but his voice was so shaky and weak, it hardly sounded real. "I'm gonna finish inside you again, okay? Just this last time. I'll try for one more time."
You felt Adrian grind into you with more pressure, his hands trailing down to your hips to push you against his. "Fuck.." He cried, tossing his head back against his headboard. "You make me feel so fuckin' good. I love you, I love you, I love you." Adrian rambled against your skin, his grinding becoming more and more erratic.
Instead of giving you a verbal warning, Adrian shoved his face into your neck, pressing his lips into your collarbone. His arms snaked back around you, holding you even closer, and even tighter. He cursed mentally as he reached his peak, filling you back up all over again, his cum spilling out of you.
As you both came down from the high, you noticed the light in the room began to filter through once more, you knew it wouldn't be the last time.
Adrian never knew when to quit. Ever. He either had to be called away, or he had to be brought to the brink of fucking exhaustion. Neither seemed to be coming immediately.