A night out with friends leads to an unexpected one-night stand with a sexy and intelligent stranger.
Poseidon x Reader College AU
cw: MDNI 18+ drunk sex, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, i was drunk af when i wrote part of this, no beta
The first week of classes had been long. Your 3 two-hour labs had drained you, and in addition to the assignments you had to grade for the lab you TA'ed, you had an Immunology test scheduled for next week. What sane person assigns a test on the second week of classes?
So, when your roommates texted you about going out Friday night, you jumped at the opportunity to get absolutely hammered and forget about next week for a couple hours. That Friday, you went back to your apartment after class and ate an early dinner. You had just gotten out of the shower when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. Your roommate, Brunhilde, came in and sat on your bed. It had become a routine for the two of you to get ready together when going out.
"What are you going to wear?" she asked.
"Not sure yet," you said, and sat down at your desk to start doing your makeup. Brunhilde's was already done and she looked just about ready to leave at any time, minus a quick outfit change. Brunhilde's tall frame laid on your bed and she scrolled on her phone while she waited for you. You did your makeup and hair the way you liked it, checking the mirror for any flaws.
Brunhilde looked up from her phone. "That looks good."
"Thank you." You walked over to your closet and looked in. You shifted through some of your tops hanging up before pulling one out. "What do you think of this?" You held the dark blue top the side to let Brunhilde see while you kept looking.
"Are you wearing jeans?" you heard Brunhilde ask.
You glanced at the top in your hand, considering whether you wanted to wear a nicer pair of pants but risk spilling alcohol on it. You looking at her. "Probably. Too blue?" She nodded. "Are you?" you asked.
Brunhilde sat up, her midnight hair gracefully framing her face. "I think I'm going to wear the fake leather pants I have."
You tossed the blue top at her. "Wear this then. It goes with your hair."
"Are you sure?" Brunhilde held the top up. You nodded in response. "Thanks. You should wear the black spaghetti strap one."
"This?" You held out the top you thought Brunhilde was talking about.
"Mhm", you heard Brunhilde respond. "I'm going to go change."
Your door clicked shut. You picked out a bra that matched your top and a random pair of jeans. You got changed quickly, grabbed your wallet and phone, and went into the living room to check whether anyone else was ready. One of your roommates, Alvitr, sat on the couch, eating a sandwich and watching something on the TV. Like you, she wore jeans and a spaghetti-strap top, though hers was red.
"Hey," you murmured, sitting next to her. She responded with a mouthful of food.
Your fourth roommate, Hrist, came out of her room and went into the kitchen. She greeted you and Alvitr quietly as she came into the living room with a bottle of water.
Brunhilde came into the living room, wearing your top. "I'm getting an Uber to Randgriz and the others' place." There was a general agreement throughout the apartment.
Sure enough, about 15 minutes later, an Uber was ready for the four of you. Your group made it it to the pregame at Randgriz, Thrud, Geirölul, and Göndul's apartment before they had started to get drunk.
The pre-game was fun, though it was primarily shots. After a little while, your friends decided to head to a bar nearby. The evening air was still warm as you chatted with your friends.
The bar was packed with people and your group barely managed to snag a table. You chose not to get a drink yet. You were a bit buzzed from the pregame. After talking for a while, the buzz had gone away and you decided to head to the bar for drinks.
Sweat hung in the air as you squeezed your way past the crowd of people around the bar. You flagged a bartender down, handed them your card, and yelled your order at them over the buzzing of voices.
You glanced around, nothing the people around you. There was a blond guy next to you. He seemed kinda cute, though he seemed really interested in his phone. The bartender slid a vodka soda across the bar to you and you yelled a "thank you" to them. You turned, drink in hand, just as the blond man sitting at the bar stood up and moved in the same direction as you. You shifted to avoid him, your drink sloshing onto your hand as your other hand moved to stabilize yourself, which happened to be on the guy's arm.
"Oh, sorry about that," you grinned up at the man and let go of him. He was pretty, almost ethereal. His wavy hair framed the stern look on his face. He was probably an undergrad student. He was dressed casually, though your gaze fixed on his shirt.
"Sorry," he said quickly.
You pointed to the dolphin-like mammal on his shirt. "Is that a vaquita?"
The man looked down before answering. "Yes."
"That's awesome," you smiled. "Where did you get your shirt?"
"Gulf of California. All the proceeds go to conservation." The man spoke with an even tone.
"I guess I need to visit and get one."
The man hesitated before speaking. "You should soon. There's not many vaquita left."
You smiled sadly. "It's a shame. There's only 8 to 10, right?" you asked, trying to recall facts from your intro biology classes. The man nodded. "They would likely suffer from the long-term effects of inbreeding," you mused.
"Unless we introduce new genes into the pool," the man responded.
You tilted your head to the side. "Is there a close enough relative to do that?"
"Not currently." The man shook his head.
You pointed to the man. "Biology?"
He nodded. "You?" he asked.
"Same," you smiled. "I'm guessing you're marine concentration?"
"Yes. Do you have a concentration?"
"Micro," you said. "Though—."
You were interrupted by someone tapping the man's shoulder. "Hey man, are you sitting here?" The blond man didn't acknowledge the newcomer talking to him and just sat back down on the bar stool.
The blond man looked up at you. "Though?"
"Though I want to do evolutionary micro but they don't have that," you finished. You took a sip of your forgotten drink and watched as the person who wanted the bar stool stalked away.
"There's a micro lab I'm interested in joining," the blond man said.
"Who's? I work in one. I might know them." You took another sip of your drink as you listened to his response.
"I don't remember the professor's name."
You frowned for a moment. "You want to do research in the future?"
"Potentially." The man shrugged. "I just got back from a study abroad program in the Philippines. It was a lot of research, and I'm not sure if I enjoyed it."
"It's not for everyone," you said simply. A couple women approached you to get to the bar and you shifted closer to the man to let them by.
"Is it for you?" The man angled his head up more, his deep blue eyes baring into your soul.
Your face felt hot. "I think so."
The man's leg brushed your hip. "Do you have a topic you want to look into?"
You shook your head. "Maybe cyanobacteria. I'm not sure yet. I just know I like looking at the fossil records and taxonomy."
The man tilted his head slightly to the side. "That's interesting. There's a lot you can do with that." He then tapped the glass in your hand. "What's this?"
The man shifted and pulled a wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans. He then leaned over the bar and got the bartender's attention. "Vodka soda," he said, handing a card over to the bartender.
"Open or closed?" the bartender asked.
The man glanced at you for a second before responding. "Open."
"You didn't order anything earlier?" you asked, looking at the card that the bartender swiped and then handed back to the man.
The man placed the card back in his wallet. "I did. I just didn't keep the tab open."
"And now you are?" you grinned.
"Now I have a reason to keep it open."
You rolled your eyes and for the first time tonight, the man smiled lightly at you. "So you come to a bar, order like what? One drink? And then go home?" You raised your eyebrow as you raised your glass to your lips.
"I was waiting for someone."
The man shrugged. "He cancelled on me last minute. I was about to leave when you ran into me." The bartender slid a glass over the counter to the blond man and he reached over to grab his vodka soda. A gulp later, and it was almost halfway finished.
"You ran into me. I had the right of way."
"We're not driving." The man leaned closer. "You're making fun of me, but how about you? You're all alone."
"I'm with my friends," you said. "They're probably at our table giggling because I'm talking to you." You looked behind you and saw your friends giving you sly smiles. You turned back to the man to see him placing his now empty glass on the bar. He gestured to the bartender for another.
The man shifted his attention back to you when he got his refill. "Do you have to go back to them?"
"No." You shook your head. "You said you studied abroad in the Philippines. How was it?"
"Beautiful. It's a biodiversity hotspot, as you probably know. The group I went with focused mostly on marine life, but we went into the forests a couple times. Lots of turtle species. We also got to go scuba diving and swam with a whale shark."
"That sounds amazing," you smiled.
"It was huge," the man said, his calm demeanor breaking to show is excitement. "I mean, obviously whale sharks are huge, but you don't get an appreciation for how massive they can grow to be until you're there with them."
You finished your drink as he spoke. "Did you see anything else?" you asked while placing your glass on the bar. "On the dive."
"A couple snowflake moray eels, a bunch of fish species, and a lot of nudibranch species. Those are very colorful and you see them everywhere when you get close to coral. We also saw a titan triggerfish, though those are aggressive so we had to stay away from it."
"That's awesome. The nudibranchs are the little slugs, right?"
The man nodded with a light smile on his face before his attention turned to something behind you. "Careful." Behind you, a large group of college students were squeezing past to get to the bar. His hand found your back and he pulled you closer so that you were standing between his legs. The motion made you stumble slightly and you braced your hand on his thigh. Your face heated from how close he was and you smiled nervously. The man smelled like the ocean. Of course he did. His hand stayed on you but slid to your hip. His face was inches from yours and close up, you could really appreciate how beautiful he was. His smooth skin was flawless and his long lashes fluttered as he studied your face.
You were too sober for this.
You felt awkward under his gaze, and with the confidence of someone who knew what they were doing, you reached for the glass in his hand. The man gave it up with no protest. He raised an eyebrow as he watched you down the drink in one swig and hand the glass back to him.
"Don't give me that look," you blurted. "You made me spill mine earlier."
"Barely," the man replied. He placed the glass on the bar and when the bartender came over, the man ordered another vodka soda. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed lazy circles over your hip. "What year are you?" he asked after a moment.
The bartender slid another drink across the bar to you and the man. You grabbed it, took a sip, and then handed it to the man. "Senior. You?"
"Senior. What classes are you taking?"
"Viral genome classes, Immunology, Advanced Micro, and Aquatic Micro," you rattled off your classes.
"I'm taking Aquatic Micro as well," the man said. "The professor I'm taking it with is… eccentric."
You nodded. "The pick up line one. He's the only professor that teaches Aquatic."
"He did that attendance question for you too?"
"Yeah," you laughed. "And then he put the responses up—"
"—on the screen," the man said incredulously. "What did he say? 'If you're at the bars this weekend, maybe these will help you.'"
"There's no way they would ever help. Mine was so bad." You wrinkled your nose.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," the man said.
You frowned. "You first."
"You brought it up. You first." The man's hand squeezed your hip lightly.
"Fine." You made a face before speaking. "Is that your flagellum or are you just happy to see me?"
The man chuckled softly. "That's not that bad. Mine's really bad."
You looked at him expectantly. "Well?"
He sighed. "Let's explore mammalian sexual dimorphism together."
You shook your head and laughed. "That's bad."
"I know," the man smiled.
"It's kind of funny though," you said. Your eyes locked with the man's. Amusement twinkled in them as he held your gaze. He leaned in so his face was next to yours. Your heart beat faster in your chest.
"So, would you like to?" you heard in your ear.
You blinked a couple times, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. "You're actually using it?"
"Is it working?" The man's face was inches from yours.
Your head fell on his shoulder as you laughed and shook your head. "Absolutely not." His shoulder moved underneath you as he laughed. Your head felt heavy as you lifted it. "I do need to close my tab though. And…," you trailed off as you glanced over your shoulder to your friends' table. They weren't looking at you anymore, but most of them were still sat at the table.
You were considering leaving with the man. He was charming in a nerdy way that made your heart flutter. And he was gorgeous.
The man followed your gaze. "Tell you what," he said. You looked back at him. "I'm going to finish this drink and then close my tab. If you're here when I'm done, I guess we'll have our answer."
You nodded with a smile and he let go of your hip. Your eyes held his for a moment longer before you turned and tried to not run back to your friends' table. When you approached, a couple of your friends looked over to you.
"Where's the guy?" Brunhilde, asked.
"At the bar," you said quickly. "I think I'm leaving with him."
Brunhilde nodded. "Stay safe. Text me if you need anything."
"He's pretty," Alvitr said. A giggle circulated the table.
"Tell us if his dick is big," Hrist slurred.
"I think you need to cut her off," you said to Brunhilde. You glanced back to the bar to see that the man was still there. "Okay, I gotta go."
You waved at your friends and they gave you a chorus of goodbyes followed by a very loud "Use protection" from Hrist. You shook your head as you walked back to the bar. Hrist was going to have a horrible headache tomorrow.
The man was leaning against the bar with an unreadable expression on his face. "Ready?"
You looked behind the bar for the bartender. "I need to close my tab."
The man stood up. His arm slid around your waist. "Don't worry about it. I got it."
"You shouldn't have." Your brows furrowed and you poked his chest. It was solid against your finger.
"I wanted to. Ready?" He let go of your waist and held his hand out. You nodded and took it, letting him lead you to the exit. The air outside was significantly cooler. A gentle breeze caressed your skin and you shivered at the sensation. You and the man stopped in front of the exit. "My place is a block from here, unless you want to go to yours."
"Yours. My apartment's kind of far," you said. The man turned right and you followed him down the sidewalk. "Unless you're a serial killer. In that case, my place is probably better."
He rolled his eyes at you. "I guess I better call an Uber."
You laughed and poked his arm. "I knew it. There was no brother. You came to a bar all alone to use your bad biology pick-up lines and trick innocent young women to go back to your lair."
"I guess it's good that I found a biologist."
You snickered at his response. You could already feel the evening air sobering you up. "How many siblings do you have?" You looked around at the closed buildings to your right.
"Three," the man sighed. "All brothers."
"Are they all as hot as you? Or did I hit the jackpot?" You looked up at him.
Disgust flashed over his face. "No. They're ugly and annoying." The both of you stopped at a crosswalk. The man looked around. The streets were vacant and the two of you quickly crossed the street.
"You don't get along with them?"
"I get along with one. He's fine, mostly lets me keep to myself. The other two crave attention."
"Sounds chaotic," you said.
"It is." The man walked ahead of you and approached an apartment building with glass doors. The fluorescent lights leaked onto the street and you squinted slightly as he opened a door to let you in first. Your shoes clicked against the white tile floor of the building. An empty receptionist desk was to your left and an elevator was about twenty feet in front of you. Various potted plants had been placed on the floor and a small sitting area was to your right.
The man led you to the elevators as he took his phone out. He tapped it against a small grey block next to the elevator that protruded from the wall and pressed the "up" button on the panel beside it. The elevator doors opened smoothly with a gentle "ding". You stepped inside and looked at your reflection in the chrome walls, horrified that your hair and makeup had been messed up in the bar air. The man pressed the button for the third floor. As the elevator went up, you tried to adjust your hair as casually as possible. The elevator doors opened with another "ding" and you followed the man out the elevator and to the left. There were only five doors in the hallway. He stopped at the last door and tapped his phone against the block above the handle. The door made a clicking sound and he pushed the door open. He let go of your hand to let you through first.
The man had to be rich. Automatic lights flicked on when you stepped in and you saw a tidy kitchen in front of you. It had an island with three barstools and appliances throughout the kitchen that looked like they had just been bought. To your left, a flatscreen TV was mounted against the wall in front of a dark blue couch.
"Do you want anything to drink?" The man slipped his shoes off at the door and pushed his hair back with a hand. He placed his keys and wallet on the kitchen island and walked over to the fridge.
"Water," you said, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. You held the wall as you took your heels off. The sound of a cabinet opening filled your ears. You looked up to see the man pouring water from a pitcher into two glass cups. He handed you a cup when you walked over. "Thank you."
The man leaned against the counter and sipped his water silently. He was pretty; that part had been obvious in the bar. But now in proper lighting, perfection didn't even begin to describe how beautiful he was. The alcohol was already leaving your system and with a panic, you realized that you were in this man's apartment, which mean there was almost a 100% chance that the night was going to end in sex if the flirting at the bar was anything to go by.
The man put his cup down. "Come here." You shuffled towards him and his arms circled around your waist. "You're eye-fucking me."
"I'm not!" you said defensively.
The sound of his quiet laugh was music to your ears. "You responded very fast." You drank your water to stop yourself from giving him more ammo. You shot him a glare. "That's hot."
You sputtered into your water and it splashed onto your face. A little got into your eye. With one eye closed, you slammed your cup down on the counter. "Asshole!"
"I'm sorry," he laughed. He lifted his shirt up and patted your face dry. "I didn't think you would react like that."
"You're still an asshole." You dried your eye as best as you could with your hand.
"I'm okay with that." His face was so close to yours that you could feel your breaths mingle. His eyes felt like they were engulfing you. You tilted your head up and your eyes closed as your lips slotted against his. When you pulled back slightly, there was a look in his eyes that thrilled and terrified you at the same time. He looked hungry.
He slammed his lips against yours, one of his hands coming up to hold the back of your head while the other found the small of your back and pulled you flush against him. Your hands grabbed his neck so you could kiss him harder. His kisses were harsh, almost brutal, but the rush they gave you was enough to ignore that. When he pulled back, you were both breathless and gasping for air. He looked behind you, and with a swift swipe of his arm, he pushed the cups into the sink. The sound of glass shattering filled the air.
"Those are glass," you blurted, turning to look into the sink, but he grabbed your waist and lifted you onto the counter.
"I don't care," he said, his lips finding your neck. "I'll buy more." He trailed kisses down to your collarbone before going back up. Your hands found his hair, and you played with the fluffy strands. He kissed along your jaw as his hands slipped under your top. The heat of his palms burned your skin and shot fire up your spine. His lips found yours again and you wrapped your arms around his neck. One of your legs hooked around his thigh to tug him closer.
He pulled back and you pouted slightly at the loss of contact. "Hold on. We've been drinking."
"Are you sure?" he asked. You nodded. He scanned your face for a moment. "Okay." He wrapped your legs around his waist. He then tugged at your top. "Off." He lifted you off the counter and started walking deeper into the apartment. You steadied yourself against him before pulling your top off and dropping it on the floor.
You kissed his neck slowly, leaving small licks every once in a while. You stopped when he entered a short hallway and looked behind you to see him walk into a dark bedroom. Your eyes adjusted slowly as you took in the room. It was clean, with a desk against one wall, a bed against another, a closet, a bookshelf, and few decorations.
Your attention turned back to the blond man when he gently laid you down on the bed. He kissed you slowly. You pulled him closer, your hands clawing at his shirt. He shifted and pulled his shirt off all the way. You stared at the muscled planes of his abdomen.
He had moved before you had realized and was now kissing along your stomach. His nimble fingers undid the button on your jeans. You made eye contact with him as his teeth found the zipper and dragged down.
"Fuck," you breathed, your head falling back onto the bed. You felt his hands start to pull your jeans and underwear off, and you lifted your hips to help him. You heard shifting and then strong hands gripped your thighs, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. You propped yourself up to see him kneeling on the floor, your thighs slung over his shoulders.
His lips started at your knee, working their way up at an achingly slow pace. Arousal and frustration built up. Your thighs closed around his head, trying to get some kind of friction where you desperately needed it. His hands wrenched them back open and his teeth sunk into the plush meat of your thigh.
You whined in pain, your hand shooting down to grab his hair. He let go and licked the bite mark that was starting to form. "Asshole," you tugged gently at his hair.
"You don't get to move yet," he said, continuing to kiss along your thigh. His pace was a little faster now, though he slowed when he reached where your thigh connected to your abdomen. He was so close to where you wanted him. You shifted slightly, trying to urge him to go faster.
His tongue found your clit right before you were about to complain. His tongue dipped lower, exploring your folds. Each caress of his tongue drew out breathy moans from your lips. He returned to your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking with a gently yet firm pressure. Your hands raked through his hair and you pulled him closer. Just when you were starting to feel pleasure from his lips on you, he released your clit. The tip of his tongue started teasing your clit in slow, languid strokes. You whined in frustration, your hips moving against his mouth to get that stimulation again.
"We'll get there," he hummed against your clit. You gasped at the sensation.
He sat back with a shit-eating grin on his face. You reached for him but he had moved too far away.
"You're mean when you don't get what you want." He lifted your thigh off his shoulders and stood.
You sat up. "You're teasing." Anger radiated off of you.
He climbed onto the bed, caging you in with his arms. "I'll stop then. What do you want?"
"Please…." You laid down as he hovered over you.
Your face heated. "Finger," you whispered. In the darkness, you could see on his face that your answer wasn't enough. You huffed out a breath. Embarrassment racked though every bone in your body. You looked away and spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "Finger me."
He shifted and his hand reached down. A finger rubbed against your slit, collecting the mixture of your arousal and his saliva. Slowly, he eased his finger in, waiting for you to adjust before continuing. His finger started exploring until he hit a spot that sent a flurry of warmth across your stomach. You moaned quietly. He curled his finger to hit that spot again and again. Your moans grew loud and you gripped the arm that was supporting him. He paused and pulled his finger out.
"Why'd you stop?" you complained.
He pushed a finger in. "Shut up." Your face flushed from his words and a heat bloomed in your chest. He looked down and then back up with an amused look on his face. He pushed himself up and knelt with your legs around his hips. The fingers of his free hand brushed against your lips. "Open." You opened your mouth and he shoved two fingers in. You whined as his fingers went far back enough to drag tears from your eyes.
The hand between your thighs started to move. You moaned around his fingers as what you guessed was two fingers entered your pussy. You bit down slightly at the aching stretch. "Stop biting or I'll stop," he said coldly. Your teeth let up and you looked at him with wide eyes from his change in demeanor.
He ignored you and focused on slowly moving his fingers in and out. He hit that sweet stop every time, making your head roll back. As he picked up the pace, you could feel your body shaking. He removed his fingers from your mouth and tilted your head up to look at him. "You're sucking my fingers in." His eyes held a deep severity that made you moan. "The moment I'm mean to you, you start behaving." You shook your head. "No?" He let your head fall back on the bed. He shifted and you looked down as his lips wrapped around your clit again. You moaned as he pumped his fingers into you faster. Pressure built up around your pelvis, ready to snap at any moment.
You pushed his hair back with your hands. "I'm close." Your head rolled back and your body shook. "Please, a—ah. I'm so close," you whined. His free hand reached up your torso and under your bra. He flicked your nipple slightly before taking it between finger and thumb and pinched softly.
The pressure broke like a dam. Your back arched and your eyes rolled back as you came. A string of incoherent babblings left your mouth. Your body racked as pleasure shot through every nerve. His fingers slowed to a stop and he removed his mouth from your clit. He pulled his fingers out gently as you caught your breath. You felt him lift you up slightly and undo your bra.
You sat up and pushed him onto his back, straddling his torso. His hands massaged circles into your back and sides. You pulled your bra off and dropped it behind you somewhere off the bed. He took in the image of you on top of him, the look in his eyes full of deference. When you kissed him, you could taste yourself on his lips. His hands skimmed down to your hips and you could feel his grip tighten. He pushed your hips down so you could feel the bulge in his pants. Your hands found his chest and slid down slowly. Slowly past his stomach, slowly down to the top of his pants.
You looked down as you pushed his pants far enough that his dick sprang free. His breath was shaky as you raised your hand to your mouth and spat on it. The sounds of his moans were heavenly when you started stroking his cock at a slow pace.
You gripped the base of his dick and lifted your hips up. You wanted to feel him inside of you so bad.
His hands held your hips still. "Condom," he breathed. He shifted towards the nightstand beside the bed.
You whined, disappointed that you would have to wait even a moment longer. "Are you clean?"
"Me too," you said before lining his cock up to your entrance. You sank down slowly, allowing yourself time to adjust to his size. It wasn't like he was massive but there was a slightly uncomfortable stretch that told you his dick was bigger that you were used to. His hands stayed on your hips but let you go at your own pace. Your head fell back when you bottomed out and you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for his size to become comfortable.
"Look at me," you heard him say. You looked down and one of his hands came up to your jaw, holding it in place. "You couldn't wait to take me raw, hmm? Couldn't wait for me to get a condom?" You moaned in response, arousal pooling between your legs. He shifted his hips and thrusted up without pulling out.
You rested your forehead on his chest, whining at the pleasure. The man under you felt so good. He suddenly lifted your hips, pulling you off him. You whimpered at the loss of contact as he flipped you on your back so he standing on the side of the bed above you.
"Couldn't even bother to take my pants off first either." He lined his cock against your entrance. "Are you that much of a whore?" He pushed his hips forward slightly so that just the tip was inside you. He then pulled out before pushing the tip back in. "Tell me."
You moaned, trying to move your hips to get him in deeper.
"Tell me." His lips brushed against your ankle. "Tell me what I want and I'll give you what you want, pretty girl."
"Please," you whined. "I need you.""
"Where?" He pushed his hips in further before pulling out.
You squeezed your eyes shut before looking him in the eyes. "Please. Fuck me. I need you."
The man grinned and pushed into you. "Are you a whore for me?"
You nodded. "Yes," you breathed. "Just for you."
With a satisfied smirk, the man adjusted your legs so your ankles were over his shoulders. "Yeah? Just for me?" He pulled his hips back and slammed them back down. The man picked up speed as you nodded furiously. "You're so sweet like this," he murmured and kissed your ankle.
You rolled your head back as he fucked you with an unceasing pace. The pleasure from before when he ate you out was magnified from the overstimulation of your first orgasm. You didn't know when your legs had started shaking, but they had. The man was pressing into your G-spot over and over again to a point where you felt like exploding.
"I'm going to cum," the man murmured after a while.
"Inside." You could barely comprehend what you had said.
His hips seemed to falter for a moment. "Are you sure?"
You nodded. "I'm on birth control."
One of his hands reached down to rub your clit. "Slut. Do you let every man you fuck cum inside you?"
"No," you moaned. You could barely form a sentence when he was making you feel like you were on fire. "Just you." You moaned as you felt that pressure in your abdomen build up again.
"Are you going to cum with me, pretty girl?"
You hummed in response before your eyes rolled back as the man above you made you cum for the second time that night. His hips continued to snap forward, until you felt something warm flood your lower body and he stilled. His eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing was heavy. Your entire body felt heavy, the post-orgasm bliss and leftover alcohol lulling you to sleep.
The man pulled out after a moment. "Are you okay?"
You nodded in response. You then felt him pull you towards the edge of the bed and lift you up bridal style. The man carried you to the bathroom. The lights flickered on when he stepped in and you squinted your eyes at the sudden brightness. He placed you down in front of the toilet before disappearing back into his room without a word.
Confused, you took the opportunity to use the bathroom. Your legs shook as you got up to flush the toilet and wash your hands. The man returned with a towel in hand. You watched as he ran it under warm water. He then lifted you up onto the counter. The cold counter bit into your warm thighs.
"Are you okay?" the man asked, noticing you wince.
"I'm sorry," the man murmured. He gently wiped between your legs with the warm towel and quickly pulled you off the counter. "I need to use the bathroom. Is it okay if you stand here?" You nodded in response.
The man used the bathroom quickly. You studied the modest bathroom and tried not to giggle at the fact that you were listening to your hot hook-up pee. It was made up of a simple marble counter, a nice shower, and a toilet. The bathroom seemed similar to the rest of the apartment, minimalist yet luxurious.
When the man was done washing his hands and had wiped his hands on another towel hanging nearby, he picked you up and carried you back into the bedroom. He laid you gently on the bed. You scooted up and pulled the covers over you. The man smiled lightly, climbing onto the bed next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. You rested your head against his chest.
As you drifted off, you realized that you didn't know the man's name.
That was a problem for you to figure out tomorrow.
