Sitting pretty
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Summary: Øystein gets a little possessive while you're hanging out in the basement at Helvete and punishes you for 'flirting' with one of his friends. Warning: Cock warming, Dirty Talk, Exebitionism, Unprotected P in V, Praise Kink
You made your way back down the stairs with an armful of beers, trying hard not to spill any, but you’d very clearly overestimated just how many cool bottles you could carry at once.
You were trying to be helpful, but you were moments away from causing a scene with a symphony of broken glass.
Halfway down, Jan Axel saw you struggling and rushed over to help you while everyone else continued to drink and laugh, oblivious to your balancing act.
“Let me help you with that.” He muttered, taking half the bottles so that you only had a manageable four left. “Little overconfident, huh?”
“Maybe.” You chuckled under your breath. “I really thought I had it.”
The two of you started passing around beers and went your separate ways, but that didn’t stop Øystein from glaring at you when you returned to his side on one of the couches.
Before you could sit next to him, he pulled you into his lap, and his hand wrapped around your knee tightly. You looked over your shoulder and gave him a questioning look.
“Why do you look so grumpy, baby?” you pouted playfully, but he didn’t seem to be in a very playful mood.
“You think I like watching you flirt with my friends?” he growled into your ear. “Right in front of me?”
“He was just helping me with the beer.” You frowned “You could’ve got up and helped, you know.”
His fingers dug even deeper into your soft flesh, and you winced.
“You like embarrassing me in front of everyone?”
“No,” You muttered, but he heard the shift in your breathing.
“Maybe I should embarrass you in front of everyone?” his fingers crept up your leg until they were playing with the hem of your short skirt. “Only seems fair.”
“I don’t think that’s fair at all.” You whined, but made no effort to pull away from his wandering hands or to close your slightly parted legs.
He knew that you weren’t wearing underwear, and an idea popped into his head.
Øystein acted like he was just shifting you in his lap and adjusting himself, and really, he was.
At no point had you expected to be dropped directly onto his cock and filled so abruptly.
You gasped loudly and a few people turned to see what the fuss was all about, but you were just sitting in your boyfriends lap. Nothing out of the ordinary.
They were all oblivious to the intimate act the two of you were committing.
“What are you doing?” you breathed once you felt like you could speak, throbbing around him as you tried to wait out the pain. “Fuck, Øystein. It hurts.”
“Then get up.” He urged, leaning back against the couch with a little smirk on is face.
You couldn’t do it.
Despite the humiliation of being impaled in a room full of your friends, you were soaked and leaking around his cock.
“If you can sit pretty, just like this, for an hour. I’ll think about letting you cum,” His lips pressed against your bare shoulder and you shuddered.
“Easy.” You tried to sound confident, but the word came out shakily.
“Sure.” He barely moved, and you had to bite back a breathy moan.
This was gonna feel like the longest hour of your life.
Øystein did not make it easy for you. Not in the slightest. He kept calling people over to sit and chat, shifting slightly every few minutes and offering a little bit of friction to your aching hole.
You weren’t sure you’d ever been so turned on.
Even the slightest movement sent pleasure shooting through your body, but not nearly enough to appreciate it or even enjoy it.
It was torture, really.
You focused all your attention into not letting it show on your face and trying not to make any sounds that were too obvious.
Despite your best efforts, at the half hour mark, you were struggling.
Your breathing was coming out ragged and you kept clenching your walls around him, trying to bait him into moving more than a fraction of an inch.
“You okay, baby?” Øystein breathed into your ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice “Still think it’s easy?”
“Yeah.” You choked out through clenched teeth.
“You’re doing better than I thought you would.” He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you from behind, pulling you down further on his cock.
You made a low whining sound at the back of your throat.
“Being so good for me.” You could feel his lips moving against your neck. “You like sitting on my cock in a room full of people? Dirty girl.”
You couldn’t help but nod, cheeks burning.
“I knew you would.” He hummed smugly. “Half way through. Do you think you can take another half hour?”
“I don’t know.” You admitted breathlessly.
“I think you can do it.” Øystein kissed the side of your throat softly “You think this is easy for me? Feeling you wrapped around me like that, drenching my cock? Do you know how wet you are, Angel?”
“Then do something about it.” You whined.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He chuckled darkly, grazing your skin with is teeth. “I said it wasn’t easy, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t do this all night, just knowing how worked up you’re getting is worth it.”
“Have you thought about how you’re going to get out of this?”
Your breath hitched in your throat.
“How are you going to stand up without everyone knowing what you’ve been doing all night?”
“They’ll see you too.” You pointed out, leaning back into his chest. “I’m not the one with my dick out, am I?”
“You think I care if everyone knows I’ve had you on my dick this whole time?” He scoffed softly “I’d fuck you right here in front of all of them if you let me, but I know you won’t. So, I’m fine either way.”
“Why don’t you just tell them all to leave, then you can fuck me anywhere you want, right now.” You were trying to sound firm, but it really just sounded pathetic.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” his hips bucked upwards slightly and you inhaled sharply, struggling not to cry out. “You think you can cum without everyone noticing?”
His fingertips trailed up your bare legs, stopping just below the hem of your skirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Say the word and I’ll play with your clit.”
You could feel his breath fanning over your skin and shuddered.
“I bet it wouldn’t even take that long.” He continued, tracing patterns on your inner thighs “less than a minute for sure. If you can just keep quiet for that long, maybe nobody will notice.”
“Come on,” his tone was mocking now, “be a good girl and cum for me.”
Fuck.
If he kept talking to you like that, he wouldn’t even have to touch you.
Øystein hadn’t expected you to give in.
He’d really thought that he was going to have to spend another half hour trying desperately not to fuck you in front of everyone.
“Good girl.” He breathed into your ear, allowing his hand to wander a little higher up your leg while you shook with anticipation.
One of his fingers just barely brushed against your clit and you jolted, unable to comtain the breathy moan that fell from your lips.
Your eyes widened and your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you glanced around the room.
Still, nobody seemed to notice your predicament.
His middle finger ran through your slit painfully slowly, stopping at your clit.
He was toying with you.
Just barely touching you, clearly intending on taking more than a minute to allow you to cum.
“Øystein.” you whined softly, rocking your hips just the slightest bit. “That’s not fair.”
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He ran his finger over your clit and smirked when you gasped.
“Please?” You begged, beyond desperate.
You were starting to seriously consider letting him fuck you out in the open.
“If I go any faster, somebody’s gonna notice.” He reminded you, obviously very much enjoying your suffering.
“Can’t you make them all leave?” You whimpered “Please baby, I need you so bad.”
“You’ve got me.” He breathed, kissing your neck. “You’re doing so good, you can take a few more minutes, can’t you?”
“I can’t.” You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut as they started rolling back into your head. Even with the frustratingly slow movements, you were still approaching your peak, only at a speed that made you feel like you were going to die. “I can’t, Øystein. Please, please-”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Angel.” He teased, “You can do it.”
“You’re almost there.” Øystein muttered, feeling his own breathing start to go a bit ragged when you started fluttering around him, pulsating with need. “I can feel it.”
Your entire body was starting to tense, and the humiliation lessened. You were completely losing your composure, but managed to keep your mouth shut for the most part.
But then he stopped.
You thought you might start crying and you made a shocked sound deep in your throat when his hand withdrew from beneath your skirt.
You were panting now, spasming around his cock, so painfully close to orgasm only to have it ripped away.
“Everybody out.” Øystein called out to the party goers. At no point did he take his eyes off of you. “Party’s over.”
There was a collection of groans, but once they looked over at the two of you, it became painfully obvious why they were being kicked out of their hangout spot and they all left, taking their sweet time to gather their belongings while you squirmed in his lap chest, heaving from your ragged breathing.
The second the last person disappeared up the stairs, he hooked your legs over his knees and spread you wide open suddenly.
You cried out, vaguely aware that you didn’t need to be quiet anymore.
“You ready to cum, Angel?”
You nodded weakly, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder.
“You were so good for me.” he cooed, rubbing slow, but quicker than before, circles around your clit, quickly turning you into a writhing, mewling mess as you immediately started feeling that buildup again. “Its only fair.”
He started rutting into you from below, very quickly feeling his own impending release.
The combination sent you crashing over the edge and you came so hard you couldn’t even make a sound. Your entire body stiffened and Øystein could feel you convulsing around him as he slammed you down on his length. Your walls were pulsating and within seconds, you were milking his cock.
He muttered a slew of curse words into the side of your throat sloppily, pumping into you a few more times before stopping.
You were so fucked out that you couldn’t formulate a thought, let along string together a sentence. The excessive buildup and having his cock stretching your insides for so long had left you sore and sensitive.
Øystein wrapped his arms around you despite his own exhaustion and rubbed your back soothingly. He pressed his lips to the crown of your head and clutched you to his chest.
After he’d managed to catch his own breath, he unhooked your legs from his knees, allowing you to close them finally. He didn’t really want to leave the warmth of your cunt, but he was sure, even as it softened inside you, that his dick was doing more harm than good at this point.
You winced when he lifted you off of him and a rush of cum spilled out of you, into his still partially clothed lap.
“I know,” He muttered softly “I’m sorry, Angel. Are you okay?”
You just barely hummed, pulling your knees to your chest so you could curl further into his chest.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
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