can we learn more about Randy and Princesses first time?? 🥺
I disappeared for a little while, writing/posting every day had me so burnt out. I’m not back regularly yet— but do enjoy some of the things I’m trying to put out in the meantime. Like this Randy Solo smut, dedicated to my love @peachyproserpina 🥺
Word Count: 2,017
Warnings: female reader, oral m receiving, oral f receiving, PIV sex, riding, Randy’s got a big dick
Randy’s trying his best to make sure his apartment is clean before you get here. He was making you dinner here for the second time and you all have only had a handful of nights together in the month and a half you’d been official. Lori’s asleep on the couch as he chops lettuce for your salads, the tv is playing and he can hear screams from the show playing anyway. He hears a knock on the front door and he almost cuts himself with the knife he was using to cut with. He wipes his hands on a towel and tries to make himself look just a little more presentable as he stops in front of the door and takes a deep breath.
You’re waiting happily, the pretty little flowing dress you’d worn, swishes around your thighs as you hear the locks turn on the other side of the door. And your breath catches in your throat when you see Randy. He’s got that beanie on, his hair pressing out beneath the hem of it. He’s got a nice shirt on and jeans from his 20’s he probably had to wiggle his 35 year old ass into. You smile at him softly and he takes in your appearance just as you had his. “Hey, come in.” He smiles at you. And you do step in, letting the door click behind you. And he gives your temple a gentle kiss. “I made black bean burgers.” He says quietly, “I wasn’t sure what you’d really want, so there’s salad too.” He shrugs and helps hang your jacket up. You just smile at him and nod, “you look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” You smile, “you look very nice yourself.” You look over him just for a second before you’re bringing him into the kiss you’ve been thinking about for a week now. “I’ve missed you.” You whisper, your lips barely pulled away from his. You can feel how hot his face starts getting, how red he gets all the way to the tip of his ears. You smile, pulling away from him for a moment to remind him about dinner. And it’s full of laughter and smiles, just like every other night you two spend dinner together. You’re always reminding him how good of a cook he is too. Because Randy surely can cook quite a bit.
And Randy cleans up the kitchen quietly after dinner while you stash away in his bathroom, just fixing yourself up a little bit to take what you’re wanting this evening. And Randy’s smiling as he sets a movie up for the two of you to watch quietly in the living room before you’ll inevitably tell him it’s getting late and you should make it back home so your roommate isn’t so alone. But when you’re tucking up under his arm on the couch he doesn’t want the night to end. And you decide to make your move. Your hand finds the upper part of his thigh and you hear Randy’s breath hitch beside you. “What’s this movie about, Ran?” You ask quietly, fingers pressing closer to the crotch of his jeans.
“Not sure. I’ve never seen it before.” He says softly, clearing his throat just a bit. He tries to focus on the screen, but the longer he looks the more he can feel your fingers rubbing closer circles to his dick and he can hardly stand it. He brings a hand up to rub at his eyes, under the guise that a contact slipped out of place. But you know better. You can tell by how red his ears are getting that that isn’t the reason he’s wiggling around under your grip. And you tip your head up to smile at him, lips quirking into the most devious little smile. He’s smiling down at you and you’re quick to close the space to those lush pink lips of his own. You’re twisting your body to hook your knee over his lap, settling down onto his thighs.
Randy’s kissing you heavier, hands gripping your thighs as you grind your hips down against his pelvis. You can hear the sputtering of little moans escaping him, only to be swallowed up by you. Your hands are tugging his beanie away, finding his hair with your fingers. You can feel the way his breathing pattern changes, how it seems harder for him as the ridge in his jeans beneath you grows harder as well. You make sure to rotate your hips down against him again, pulling those pretty moans from his throat.
Your hands move from his hair, down to his chest. And his hands are sliding your dress up, getting handfuls of your tits to knead and squeeze as he tilts his head further into where your tongue is prying against his teeth. Randy’s made out with you on many occasions before, but it’s never gone further than that. And with your hands trailing down to his belt, he feels the tug on it gently. “Princess..” his hands come down to cover yours as the belt buckle clanks together. “I don’t… this isn’t a good idea.” He says quietly.
The pout on your face about shatters his heart. And he bites his lip. He’s not really ready for the rejection of his cock again. Not like Marina did. “You’ve turned me down every time I try… are you not attracted to me or something?” You ask quietly, hands squeezing his belt buckle again underneath his own hands.
“No, babe— Uh… that’s not… no.” He stammers a bit. “That’s not it.” Randy’s voice is a little softer and his cheeks are turning bright red.
“What is it then?” You ask softly, moving to mouth at that tender place on his jaw. Your heart is beating fast in your chest.
“I… uh… it’s… it’s too big.” He says softly. He’s biting the inside of his cheek, embarrassed to say it out loud. You internally roll your eyes. Of course he’d say something like that.
“I’m sure it’ll be just fine.” You say softly and Randy nods, moving his hand from his belt. And you’re sure to never break eye contact as you open it up, careful when you’re pulling him out of his boxers. And your eyes bulge only slightly. Randy wasn’t fucking joking. You study the thickness between his thighs for just a few moments, shuffling backwards to settle down onto the floor. Randy’s nervously biting at his lip, he doesn’t know if he can take the rejection again. You aren’t sure if you can take him down either. But you’re sure going to fucking try. Little licks to the head of his cock have him absolutely mewling, he hasn’t felt anything like this in so long. Randy’s hands are clenching into fists and then he’s spreading his fingers back out. You swallow your fear and take a deep breath before taking in as much as you can.
Randy’s eyes nearly bug out of his fucking head when he sits up a little, hand moving to rest gently on the back of your own. “That’s it…” he whispers more to himself than anyone else, his head tipping back just a little. He hasn’t had his cock in anyone’s mouth in what seems like years. “God, princess…” he mumbles as you try not to choke yourself on the girth threatening to push into your throat. His chest is heaving when you catch a glimpse of him. Even under that nice shirt. His beanie is placed on the couch beside him and you want to tug that hair again and again and again as he shoves himself into your heat. And you make sure to pull off with a nice lick to the underside of him. He bites the inside of his cheek and nearly jumps at the chance to get your panties off when you whisper, I want you.
And his hands are on your hips, helping you shed that thong from beneath your dress. You’re slinging your leg over his lap, settling down onto your thighs. You’re grinding against him, your dress covering where you both would likely be joined. He’s a mess beneath you, fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. Randy thinks he may cum before he even gets a chance to be inside of you. He’s dripping with a mixture of precum and your spit— something you find just as delectable as Randy himself. When his hand pushes between your bodies, thumb toying at your clit as he testingly pushes a finger inside of you, you lean your forehead against his shoulder. Rocking yourself down into the intrusion. And soon, it’s two fingers, and then three, crooking themselves up so so close to the one spot you want them to hit. He’s trying to prepare you for the stretch he’s going to give, knowing you probably won’t be able to take much. None of his sexual partners have.
And you’re peppering kisses along the side of his neck, waiting for that bulging cock head to guide itself inside of you. And when Randy’s fingers retract, being replaced by just that, you grip his shoulders and ready yourself. It is a stretch. A burn that you’ve never known you’ve needed until right in this moment. Randy’s breath is ragged against your skin, he’s trying his hardest not to bust before you get started. And it doesn’t take you long to seat yourself against his hips, surprising the both of you. Randy’s struggling not to fuck up into you, he’s struggling to sit still as you rock your hips so painfully slow to begin with. He has to tilt his head backwards and count to ten over and over and over again. He’s clenching his fists and almost white knuckling the edge of the couch with how hard he’s grabbing it. Randy doesn’t move though. He keeps his composure. He waits for you to take the lead.
And boy do you. You’re rocking your hips, knees squeezing his own as you lift yourself up to just impale your cunt again on Randy’s cock. Every stroke inside of you is pushing you closer to an orgasm you have never before experienced. It’s so intense. It’s so fucking deep. Randy’s hands find your hips and he’s muttering how good you feel, how perfect your pussy is. He’s biting a dark mark into the skin of your neck, no doubtedly one you’ll have to hide at work tomorrow. And he’s so so close. You can feel it with the way his muscles are jerking, the squeaking in his voice. And you feel your own stomach start to coil. Your hands are gripping his hair, moans falling from your lips, which he chases with his own. Trying to swallow down as many as he can. Randy’s brain is going haywire— he can’t stop thinking how it does feel so good to have sex again. And then the muscles in his stomach are clenching as he’s pushing you off of him, trying not to cum inside your pretty cunt. Telling you, “I’ll take care of you Princess, I promise.”
And you watch as he pushes you to your back on the sofa. His head slipping beneath your sundress to lap at the folds of your soaking cunt. His own hand wrapping around himself, stroking until he’s painting the floor beneath them in stripes of his cums. You can feel how he moans against you, the vibrations shaking you to the core. And you’re tipping over the edge as he closes those lips over your clit, sucking and nipping at your sensitive bud.
You both are breathing heavily, ragged, smiling messes by the time you’re both down from your sex highs. He’s trying to tuck himself back into his jeans, climbing over you to lie behind you on the couch. He’s got an arm wrapped around your waist. Randy’s always been affectionate in your short relationship, but now you know he likes cuddles after sex and you’re completely fine with that. “Stay over?”
“Of course, Ran. Why wouldn’t I?”
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