a helping hand
Rating: E (Explicit, 18+ only)
Warnings: Explicit, PwP, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, lots of swearing, Modern AU
Summary: washing up takes time, which is awfully inconvenient for your flatmate, who would really like to use the bathroom, and would like to use it now. but when you call him in, he brings along an idea - and soon you no longer have to worry about anything - except, maybe, enjoying it ...a little too much...?
It knocked, again, for probably the fifth time in the last ten minutes.
"Can you, like, hurry up? I need to-" "Can you shut up!" You interrupted him, before Childe could repeat himself for the nth time. Another thud, likely stemming from his fist having hit the door. With a sigh, you dropped your hand in defeat.
"Listen," Came the voice of your flatmate. "I-"
"It's open." You huffed out.
"Sheesh, finally. What are you ev-" He broke off immediately. You lifted your head and made eye-contact. Childe stood in the door, hand on the handle, frozen. You lowered yourself until you sat on the side of the tub, completely naked as you were.
"Uh-"
Amusement bubbled in your chest at watching his perplexed expression.
He blinked, and turned his eyes to the ceiling.
"Uh, you could've- Why… The fuck." His other hand came up to rub over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. "The fuck?"
You raked a hand through your hair. Childe's ears started to glow.
"Slept with a guy who didn't use a condom and I'm not gonna walk around getting cum all over my underwear." You sighed and shut the water off.
"And… now?"
"Been trying to get it all out."
He came into the room, shutting the door fully. The stream of cold air that had flooded the room, coming in from the hallway, got blocked. Legs a little stiff, he made his way towards the toilet and sat down there to pee. You watched him, and had trouble hiding the grin that his attempts at not-staring and keeping himself covered evoked.
"What's taking so long then?" He asked at the ceiling. His fingers pulled the wad of toilet paper in his hands apart piece by piece. His ears were strawberry red by now.
"I feel like I can't really- You know vaginas are self-cleaning, right, but I don't wanna wait around, but also I feel like I can't quite get up in there."
He nodded. His brows creased, and it looked like he was mentally going over your words once more. You sighed again. He finished and got up, flushed, then went to wash his hands.
"Right. So…" He met your eyes through the mirror, and you could see his gaze slipping down before he focused on drying his hands.
"So, I'm sorry for occupying the bathroom so long, Childe. Don't really know how long it's gonna take me."
If you'd have one of your dildo's here, you could've used that. But the one that was the most natural one you had had been lost, for weeks now, and your hopes at finding it just today were slim. If only you had a proper one here, their heads were shaped in a way that would so easily clean you out…
Childe was still hovering by the sink, wringing the towel between his palms. An idea took root in your head.
"Hey Childe?"
He looked at you, and then away, after clearing his throat.
"Yeah? What."
You shifted a little in your spot.
"When's the last time you fucked someone?"
It didn't matter, but it seemed smartest to not outright ask, to not overwhelm him completely.
"Uh… Dunno. Been a while. Why?" One of his hands had been buried in his pocket already, and after rubbing his neck with the other, he put that one into his sweats, too. They held the front of his pants suspiciously convenient away from his crotch.
"You know, you could… You could really help me out here. If you use your dick, the cum would be out of me in moments. Wouldn't take long at all."
This time his eyes shot up to meet yours and stayed there. "Wh-What."
You stayed silent.
He swallowed.
"You want me to- To fuck you, to get the…?"
You nodded. "Doesn't have to be long, either, just a couple of thrusts. Just to get it out."
The silence weighed heavy in the air between you. Childe's ears were an alarming shade of cherry by now.
He swallowed again.
"Like, right here or…?" His hands slipped out of his pockets and the soft, stretchy fabric slid back into its place, revealing a sizeable bulge at his groin.
You got up and out of the tub, leaving wet footprints on the tiled floor on your way to him by the sink.
"We could go to bed, too. Would probably be more comfortable, if you want?"
You ran one of your hands over his left pectoral, down to his side.
"Yeah," His voice was a little raspy. "Yeah, okay."
"Thank you!" You smiled at him, feeling relief but also anticipation spread through your stomach. Fucking your flatmate had never really crossed your mind - mainly because his primary function was to be able to afford rent and not live in a total pigsty - but now that you thought about it… "Your bed or mine?" Had your voice been this breathy before...?
"Mine." Childe mumbled, gaze alternating between your eyes and lips.
Against better judgement you leaned forward, stopped just shy of his lips. He was still staring at yours. The tip of his tongue pushed his bottom lip down.
"Can I kiss you?" Even though it had been you leaning in, it was him asking now.
"Yeah-" You whispered, and then his hand was on your neck already, pulled you in and against him.
He was careful, with his lips and his teeth and his tongue. The first kiss was just soft lips on lips, testing the waters, getting a feel for the other. Then he broke away, for only a moment. He came back, with teeth nibbling at your bottom lip, and then there was his tongue sliding between your lips, easing into your mouth like it had always belonged there.
"-ngh!" You hissed out as he tugged your hips closer and pressed his erection against you. You raised one of your legs without a second thought, to be closer to him, and he jumped at the chance of slipping a hand around your thigh, down to your butt. You rolled your hips against his hard-on, and smiled into the kiss as he let out a soft grunt at the contact.
"You know, I never thought about kissing you, but you're… really good at this."
He rolled his eyes, hands continuing to fondle you while he was momentarily distracted. "That was probably the best kiss I've had in-" "Mhm okay, bed, now." He cut you off with another kiss, mumbling the words against your mouth.
And yet his hands did the opposite, only pulling you closer, softly pushing at your hips until you rolled them against him one more time. Two more slow, deep kisses, and then he straightened his shoulders and took a hold of your hand, pulling you along and out of the bathroom.
The air was chillier outside, and you hurried after him, not wanting to catch a cold.
His room was warm against the hallway, had a pleasant shiver run over your back. You dove into his bed, were surprised at the softness of his sheets as you slipped between them while Childe was rummaging around on one of his shelves. He turned back around, a box of condoms in hand, and lifted one with a questioning look.
You rolled on your back and shook your head.
"Don't worry about that. I just need you to get the other stuff out, it's not like we're actually gonna fuck."
"Right." He winked, grinned, and put it back. You had to smile at him winning his cool back.
His usual, wry smirk was in its usual place on his face, and his posture carried more of the confidence you'd mistaken for cockiness upon first meeting him. Knew to be self-assurance by now.
"So, how do you want it?"
He shrugged out of his hoodie and tugged his shirt back down over his abs, before shimmying out of his sweats. Your eyes went straight to his groin. A dark spot had bloomed over the light grey of his boxer tights, towards the left leg. One of his hands pushed on his junk before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down.
His dick sprang free of its constraint.
It was a decent size, with a nice girth. His hand came back and gently massaged his balls.
You shuffled backwards, fully onto the bed. Turned around and spread your legs, giving him full view.
"Just… push in and out a couple times. Just a few should be enough."
"Okay."
You felt the bed dip where he climbed on it. His palm was warm when he ran it down the length of your spine.
"You sure about this?" You asked, looking back over your shoulder.
"Huh?" He met your eyes, one hand rubbing your hips and sides, the other enclosing his dick and giving it a slow pump. "Helping me out, I mean?"
"Oh yeah, no it's alright. Probably annoying getting your underwear all sticky, I get that. Don't worry about it."
You let out a sigh of relief. "Okay."
He continued to smooth his fingers over your back - your shoulders, sides, thighs. Even used both to round your torso and cup your breasts. It felt nice, but it wasn't really what you'd agreed to.
"What are you waiting for?" You laughed lightly.
Childe's chest, still covered with his shirt, brushed your back as he leaned forward.
"If you're wet, it'll be easier for me to go in. Plus it'd basically help flush you out even more, right?"
You hadn't thought about it like that.
"Huh… Yeah… Guess you're right?"
He pressed a kiss to your neck. His lips felt really nice.
His logic was sound, and so you allowed yourself to fully feel after each of his touches. When he eventually kissed his way down your spine, you wiggled a little.
"Think I'm ready." You let him know, even feeling a little hot and bothered despite your best intentions.
"Alright." He pulled back, and you could feel his thighs touching yours. "Okay, going in. You ready?"
Already the blunt tip of his dick kissed your entrance, not daring to slip in just yet.
"U-huh..." You mumbled.
The tip pushed between your slick folds. Parted them with ease, and slid inside you almost by itself. You felt yourself opening around it, with barely any resistance.
"Oh fuck... Childe-" You pressed out, eyes closed.
His dick fit inside you like it had been created to just fulfill this singular purpose.
"Ah- Hold on, not in completely just ye- Ah…" His pelvis met yours. Both of you moaned out. You almost felt a little light-headed. "Fuck you feel good."
"You too…" Oh, and how good he felt. Filling you completely, having you writhe and itch on the spot, longing to feel him move...
"Okay," You pressed your eyes close and then opened them again, hoping to clear your head a little. "Try… Try pulling out, see if any of the cum…?"
You trailed off as he already moved.
"Mhm, shit..." He breathed out. Only the tip was left inside you. "Yeah, there's some white stuff. Looks like it's working?"
"Can you push in again?"
He obliged, even before you'd finished your sentence. Again his dick entered, pushed until his balls nudged up against you.
"Fuuck…"
You had to close your eyes, he felt too good.
The premise of Childe's dick was presenting a temptation you hadn't considered, and weren't in the slightest prepared for. If you didn't focus on the initial reason you'd asked him, if you- He thrusted in, groaning as you accidentally clenched around him.
The pure lust in his voice had you forcing your eyes open, staring at the headboard of his bed. Childe's hands on your sides held your hips securely as he pushed in and out again, almost having a sort of rhythm already.
"Hey…" You swallowed a moan.
"Huh?" He said.
You had to remember the words before speaking them out one after the other.
"Is there still cum getting out? Did you clean me out already?"
"Oh… Hang on." He pulled out completely. You dropped your head on your hands, willing yourself to not think too much about how utterly empty you were right now. "Yeah, there's still… There's still some stuff there. See?"
You lifted your head and he held out his fingers for you, a thin string of cum dangling from it.
"Shit. That dude must've come deeper in me than expected…"
"I can try going a little deeper?" He offered, and you heard him drop the tissue he'd used to wipe his fingers with on the floor.
You bit down on your lip. He'd pushed in balls deep already, but kept the thrusts relatively light. If he were to actually put some force behind them-
"Yeah, please." Came the words out of your mouth while you were still trying to argue with yourself about how him going in like that, just a few times, wouldn't hurt. Wouldn't be worse than how the rest had been already. Worse, as if him fucking- No, helping you was bad in any way, or-
And then his hands were back on your hips, he lined his dick up with your hole again and filled you once more and any and all thoughts were gone from your mind at once.
He felt so good.
So good.
He went balls deep, went back for the fraction of a second, and then pushed in as deep as he could again.
"-Fuck!" It escaped you. "Ah, shit, Childe… You think the cum is in that deep?"
"You don't want me to make sure?" He huffed out, before grinding his hips against yours. Instead of an answer, you moaned, shamefully loud as he thrusted in, rutting against you. And then one more time.
"Ugh…"
He pulled back, agonizingly slow.
"Hnng, Childe-" It was at the tip of your tongue, that plea, and still you recalled this wasn't meant to be a fuck, this was supposed to help you get the other cum out, this wasn't supposed to- "Childe, please, harder."
He groaned and his fingers dug into your sides.
His skin smacked yours as he sped up and forced his dick as deep down as he could on every thrust now.
"Is this helping?" He asked through clenched teeth, with his dick pounding into you.
"Oh- Oh- Fuck, Childe- I- Fuck-... Deeper, Childe, please gimme- oh- Fuck…!"
He was breathing heavily now, pushing into and against you wildly. Leaned forward and pushed you down into the mattress, one arm around your middle to keep your hips slightly elevated.
"Ah, ah, ah- Ah fuck, fuck fuck…" He grunted, hips smacking into yours.
You realized you'd lost then; whatever petty little mental resistance that remained after that first thrust. He was fucking you so hard and so thoroughly that you could almost feel the strain on your ass and legs already, knew it'd be a pain to sit or even walk tomorrow. And it only had you moaning more.
"Fuck, Childe… Cleaning me so good, fucking me so good, ah-" You moaned out, pushed into the mattress by his weight on your back.
"Giving you only the best I have, baby..." He brought out, spreading his legs a little further. Your own felt like jelly, being fucked apart like that
Smack smack smack.
He let out a moan, directly into your ear.
There was a lot that came over your lips, mindless blabber, mostly; sweet nothings about how good he was, how great he was fucking you, how good it felt.
"Hnng- Cum inside me, Childe-!" You were bordering on light-headedness, didn't have full control over your words anymore, being pounded into oblivion by him. Let slip what had started to fill your head over the last minutes. "Fucking- Give it to me, Childe-! Fill me up!"
"Shit you serious?" He groaned, hips pistoning into yours. "Fuck-"
"Yeah," Now that it had come out, now that you had admitted it to both him and you, it felt wrong to pretend you hadn't said it. Didn't want the chance to be properly stuffed full, by someone you liked, no less, to pass you by. Were hungering to feel him lose himself.
"Yeah, yeah- Just cream me, okay? I want you to- Oh fuck, fuck- I want- I want you- Your-"
"Shit- Ahh, shit- Fuck- Fuck-!" He buried his head by your shoulder. His hips came to a stuttering halt. "Gonna cum if you don't tell me to stop-!" He brought out, but if it had meant to sound like a warning, he was terrible at delivering it like that. Made it sound more like a promise, if all.
"Childe, please-" Your hands clenched into his pillow. "Don't you dare stop now or so-"
He fucked into you hard, bringing your sentence to a stop before you had to come up with some bullshit.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-" His voice jumped an octave as he flattened himself to you, helplessly rutting into you, and then he was groaning out long and loudly, pushed in to the hilt, and didn't pull out anymore. Rolled his hips against yours to thrust in as deep as he could. "Ohhh… Ohh, shit..."
You clenched around him, tickled another groan out of him as his dick throbbed, filling you with his sperm.
He kept grinding against you with every spurt of cum, slow, lazy rolls of his body as he rode out the last of his body's high, until he finally stilled for good.
Sighed and hugged his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You felt comfortably cushioned, and good, like this, with his dick deep inside, in his arms. There was a pleasant warmth between your bodies.
"Shit. Yeah, there's no way there's any of the shit of that other dude left now…" He ran a hand over the side of your thigh. Pressed another soft kiss to the shell of your ear. "You're full of my sperm, now."
You moaned at his words; at the affectionate and yet almost possessive tone.
"Can you make me cum, too?" You asked, half muffled by the pillow.
"Yeah, sure. Come on, lift your hips a little- There you go."
He refused to pull out, and so his fingers caressed your clit, pushed and prodded and circled relentlessly. Egged you on further and further, having you chase after your own orgasm - until you lost ground and came, overwhelmingly. Still impaled by his dick.
You didn't want to feel for your legs, were content just lying here for forever now. Maybe getting fucked once or twice would be nice, but even if not- This was your spot now. Your motivation to move was below zero.
Instead of making a move to have him shift off of you, you softly ground back against Childe, still deep inside you.
"Fuck this was good... Didn't know you could fuck this good."
"Didn't know you were so fuckable." He answered your unasked question and laced his fingers through yours as you extended a hand next to your face. "Sorry I made you even more sticky now…"
You huffed and shrugged. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade.
"This doesn't change anything between us though, right?" You asked, head turned, watching the redhead from the corner of your eyes.
"Hm? What? -No, of course not." He rolled his hips against yours once, pushing as close as possible.
"Okay, good." You laid your head back down, closed your eyes and sighed at the feeling of Childe everywhere around you.
"Can I still kiss you, though?" He asked, and you squinted your eyes at him. "Like, right now?"
It had you laughing.
"Yeah, sure. C'mere."
And he eased out of you, let you prop yourself up on an elbow, and then brought your lips together softly. And as his tongue darted out, swiftly sliding back into your mouth, you felt his cum slowly start to leak out.
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