Oneshotter x Reader: Jitters Kinktober day one
Listen I’m putting everything under the cut. Like this is nsfw man, it’s kinktober come on. Also reader is AMAB but referred to gender neutrally because I can. Because pp.
It had to be at least eleven o'clock in the evening, at least. Oneshotter was sitting up against the headboard, leaning over a book in his lap. What was he reading? It didn't really matter all that much. You two had fought a tiger level monster around nine, and even after a shower, some food and a movie, adrenaline was still coursing through your veins. Even if the shot was domestic, your lover hunched over his book, the yellow glow of the table lamp on the nightstand back lighting his blonde hair, it caused a tightness to grow in your pants. You couldn't do this anymore, you needed some relief, and you needed it now.
"Babe?"
He looks up from his book, mechanical eye whirring as it goes from focused on words to the zooming out on the wide perception of the room. "Yes?"
"Do you," it was hard to push the words out of your throat, "do you ever feel jittery after a fight?"
"Jittery?" He ponders it for a moment, before closing his book and putting it on the nightstand. He scoots over a little closer, and his hands graze your thigh, just enough so the material of your night pants grazed against your skin, before settling it on your knee. "That's not the word I'd use to describe it, but I suppose so." His hand gently grabs your knee, squeezes it once, before going back to it's relaxing position. "It's like the fight never really leaves you even if the battle is over, right?"
"Yes." Is the only word you can get out without a stutter. Is he doing this on purpose? Does he know that you're turned on, even if it was just him reading a book about guns?
"Sometimes the best way to handle that," his hand slides up your knee and to your thigh, "is to let of a little steam."
You erupt into red, but make no move to stop him when he rolls over to straddle both your legs and starts to undo the tie of your sweat pants. Your hands find his shoulders, and you hiss at the how the cold air meets your erection.
"Give me a moment, love" he says. He reaches over to the edge of the bed, opens the drawer of the night stand and grabs a bottle of lube. It was like watching in slow motion, as he leaned back up and used his mouth to open the bottle. He squirts some out onto his hands, and works it in between his palms to warm it up. The seriousness on his face, and the look of him gazing into your eyes filled you with warmth. You lean into kiss him, and his mouth slots perfectly against yours. His hands find his way to your dick, and gently pumps you at the base, before sliding his hand up the shaft and rubbing his thumb over the tip.
You break away from the kiss with a groan. "Oh god," is all you manage to get out before he captures your lips in a kiss again. He only pulls away for a moment, his forehead still resting against yours before he moves dives back in. Your lips are addicting to him, just as his are to you. His slow, leisurely pumps work you up into a state of pleasure but just out of reach of satisfaction. You try to buck your hips into his hand. Just a little faster, just a little more friction, that's all you need but his weight on your thighs hold you down.
You try to pull away from the kiss, but his lips follow you and you can't help but moan when his tongue grazes yours. His hand pumps faster, and the friction is delicious. What were once slow, long strokes, are now quick and focus at the head, his thumb rubbing over the tip on occasion.
He breaks away to give you a chance to breathe, his breath heavy against your face.
"So close," you manage out, "a little more, please?"
Something in him breaks. It drives him crazy, knowing that he's the one doing this to you, making you feel this pleasure.
"Can you come for me?" He whispers in the shell of your ear. His lips dip down to the soft spot below your jaw. Your head rolls to the side to make room, and his teeth graze against the sensitive spot before he bites down.
You cum hard in his hand, your vision turns white, while he starts pumping in longer strokes, and your seed splatters against your chest in several spurts. You close your eyes and bask in the moment, the soft kisses against neck, his hand leaving your softening cock. How he moves to kiss you so sweetly again. It's hard not to return the affection, especially when he guides your hands to the front of his boxers, pressing your palms against his raging hard on.
"Look at what you've done to me, darling," he whispers against your lips, "would you help take care of me too?"