tags | top m! reader, established relatioship, pure smut (mdni), short with possible angsty part 2
notes | send in ryland grace requests! especially things that fit this vibe (aka smut, top reader, or anything at all) reblog if you liked it
"ah- ohhhh fuck," ryland panted, voice breaking off on a whine that he tried to stifle. he bit his knuckles hard, while his other hand gripped desperately at the counter.
one of your hands was already snaked below his shirt, toying with his nipples as you rolled a bud between your fingers. ryland squirmed at the sensation, but he leaned further into you. your other arm wrapped around his waist to keep him steady as you continued to thrust into him.
"missed you," you murmured hotly against ryland's neck, mouthing at whatever part of him you could reach. his nape, his neck, his pulse point. "missed how good you feel around my cock, baby. missed how good you take me."
ryland whined as he clenched around you, rocking his hips back to meet each of your thrusts.
"m-missed you too," he gasped out. "so much."
that month away from him, when he'd been on the navy vessel to help the hail mary project, was pure torture. so when stratt finally agreed to ryland's wishes, and sent someone to get you, you didn't have time to hesitate.
and after four weeks, three days, and seven hours apart, the two of you didn't waste time to get reacquainted either.
you barely made it inside the small living area ryland had been allotted before you pounced on each other. your clothes were barely off either, just pushed aside so you could have access to each other.
"could tell, love," you responded to ryland, smirking faintly against the nape of his neck. "you prepped yourself pretty well."
"mh-" ryland made an indignant noise, reaching back to yank on your hair, even if it didn't quite hurt. "stop talking. i thought you were going to make me cum?"
you laughed breathlessly against his nape, tilting your hips just a bit higher to get that familiar gasp out of your boyfriend. by now, you could read his body like your favourite book.
"challenge accepted. let's see how many times i can make you cum tonight."
ryland dropped his head back at that, another moan escaping him as you picked up the pace. you were here now, you guys were back together.
He's just so pretty, the way his thighs tremble and his rim sucks your fingers in greedily. It's so easy to zone out and watch the rim of his pretty hole get teased back and forth, stretching from that pucker into a loosened hole that easily takes three- no, four- four of your fingers.
His rim always takes on such a cute puffy look whenever you work him for too long. It should be befuddling how his body manages to resist stretching considering how often he ends up like this — bent over with his fist stuffed in his mouth as a poor attempt to hide those pretty "a-aah! Nnh- ngh!" sounds.
But you're happy, you love gently scissoring your pretty boyfriend open.
His walls clench around your fingers with every inch of movement. You find that swollen little bundle of nerves and press-
"A-Aahgh! F-Fuck- nghh, haahh..."
That was another cute thing about Katsuki — all his pretty little noises.
"Nnf!"
You pull out and circle a finger around his rim. It's kind of adorable how his pucker almost quivers, his hips grinding down needily, as if his body is trying to suck you back in.
"Ah- haahh..."
You think about how Katsuki always starts his fall into subspace with insults and furious spitting. Poor Kats, always struggling with being vulnerable. At least he's behaving himself now.
You decide to reward him by slipping two fingers back inside that needy hole of his and massaging his prostate well. The squishy thing feels nice underneath your fingers.
hello! this is my first time to request something, can you write overstimulation for sae or rin? (or other bllk characters if you want). like make them get soo ruined, leg shaking, crying, and begging something like those :) thank u in advanced !
⸸ .ᐟ S ' G O O D FOR Y O U
「 pairing 」 male reader x itoshi rin / itoshi sae [separately]
「 content 」 overstimulating the Itoshi brothers
「 tags 」 amab!reader, top!reader, sex toys, anal sex, overstimulation (obviously), use of "daddy" (to refer to the reader) on Rin's part
a/n I love the Itoshi brothers, unfortunately Sae's part is more of a bonus and the focus here is more on Rin, but hope you like it! [unedited]
RIN always wants your touch, your complete attention and love so much that it feels like an A deep and voracious hunger that could never be satisfied. With the grace of a feline, he slides into bed as soon as you push him, no questions asked. So complacent to you. And damn flexible. You can push his legs up to his ears after he can't keep them open any longer, spread wide above his head. Hold them there with one or two hands, the position giving you better access to his hole, and allowing you to see the bulge in his stomach whenever your hips move forward ── your dick rearranging his insides. He's fully exposed like this.
Good god, yoga really did wonders for your relationship.
Unlike his workouts or stretching, at this moment Rin gasps, seeming to struggle with each breath. "You’re making such a mess. Do you even remember how many times it’s been?" you say. But Rin's tear-filled eyes have already lost focus, his bad habit that you thought was adorable taking over too: his tongue lolling out of his mouth, drooling over himself. He was too far away to hear you.
Rin isn't the type to beg because he simply loses himself in the pleasure. You fucked him for hours on end, cum accompanying each thrust, dripping from his full insides. He can only mumble nonsensically, a complete mess, shaking all over when the heat is suddenly there again, in the pit of his stomach, ready to explode. And he doesn't want to cum again, even though his body throbs and yearns. The pure need hurts. He doesn't want to, no, not aga—
His cock jumps into his stomach, the head an angry red where blood pools. There's a growing pool of fluids collecting there; the last two orgasms haven't gotten anything out of him but a few splashes, his balls too tight to give you something—anything. But he couldn't anymore. He was so sensitive. He was always too sensitive to bear the provocation.
But you push him anyway, feeling his entire body tense, the already relaxed hole around you barely squeezing. "I-I'm gonna—" Rin whimpers, tries, the words barely pronounced. "[n-n-name]... I-I can't— I can't— ahhh..."
"Just one more? Just one more, come on, for me. Come for me again, bunny." You, cruel as you are, smile at him, gyrating your hips in a way that makes you perfectly hit that sweet spot inside him. The stimulation is so much it hurts, so good it hurts his stomach, where your cock seems to reach. Pushing inside him, forcing his insides, over and over and over.
"It’s too much, it’s too much, I— I’m gonna—" he's babbling, toes twitching, shaking his head as if in denial. But his body is obedient and responsive to you.
"What was that? 'Too much?' Come on Rin-chan, you want to be good, don't you? Yes, you do, sweetness," you smile as Rin nods, sweat running down his chest. "You can take it. Just. One. Ngh. More." You keep your grip on his heels, keeping him open as you pound into him, mercilessly, grunting at the delicious heat and the fluttering of the walls as he comes again.
Rin is now crying for real, lips trembling, a drool mess. His poor dick twitches and throbs, but nothing comes out of it. It starts to go limp, having nothing left to give. It looks painful. Rin reaches between you to hold it, his hands shaking like the rest of his body.
You think he'll try to ease the tension, maybe rub the burning away from his sensitive urethra... He doesn't.
Your obedient bunny is masturbating for you. Gritting his teeth, grunting and whimpering, something between a wild animal and sweet prey as he obeys and tries to make himself come again for you, trying to keep his cock hard and ready for your demands.
His green eyes roll back in his skull, his muscular legs bounce and spasm where you hold them in place, abusing his prostate as Rin pulls himself through the pleasure and pain. For you. Wetting his entire chest and chin, squirting for what feels like an eternity as his entire body struggles to escape his control. Too much. Too much.
Rin gasps, seems to be relearning how to breathe, so out of breath that you fear he's going to pass out, "No more, I c-can’t feel my legs..."
"Every time you whimper it makes me want to keep going just to see how much longer until you break. But from the way your lovely cock is dripping, your hole all stretched and smooth, I might already have."
"Plewse—"
His hips buck and he swallows the rest of the word. Oh, he's going to pass out──
"Just a little more, bunny, daddy's so close to cumming, you're not going to let me down, are you? It's okay to cry, baby, you can let your dick go. Obedient boy. Just a little more and I'll let you rest."
Even if in the end Rin was completely in pain and unable to feel his own body, the ultra-sensitive hole and his cock dripping with no sign of pause, he would never stop you from taking your pleasure from him.
He was so good to you.
Tears, begging, obedience and everything else, just for you.
+ B O N U S: SAE ITOSHI
It's been hours since you started playing with his body, as you lewdly called it. Destroying him, was how Sae preferred to put it. Some people often claimed to enter some sort of subspace when under continuous stimulation, but Sae was hyperaware the entire time. Unable to escape from your hands.
He lost count of how many there were. The toys pushed through the smooth ring of muscles, some so small they barely gave satisfaction, some long ones, which reached so deep that they took his breath away. One was as thick as your fist and Sae might have torn the sheets as he writhed from the overwhelming stretching.
He's already forgotten how to breathe when you pull the powerful little vibrator out of him. It feels like his hole continues to vibrate even now that it's empty, the sensation doesn't go away. The tight ring at the base of his cock didn't help, only making it more cruel.
Sae was at your mercy, taking an indecent variety of toys inside him, balls tight with denied release.
"[name]." His voice was low, hoarse, the warning clear as day, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the way his hole fluttered weakly against the head of your cock. "You promised." Sae was shaking like a leaf. You tried to pull him to his knees, but he couldn't stay in position, having slipped down onto the dirty, sticky sheets.
He no longer remembered the promise very well, but it probably had to do with letting him cum after he took the monstrous dildo inside him. And nothing about you pushing your cock against his swollen, sensitive hole after.
"Just a little more, I promise. I'll let you cum as soon as I have my cock buried deep inside you."
"[name]," He gasps, not believing you. You would finish off what was left of him.
"Yes?"
Sae's hole throbbed, his cock felt like it was about to explode beneath his body, and everything about him was sweaty and hot. The denial, the stimulation, hurt. But he still wanted your cock so badly, he knew you were going to fuck him so good──
“you did so good in the match today..” you cooed softly, like syrup in his ears. your hips canted forward to rock into him, your tip kissing that spot deep inside of him which made him arch and grip your hair tighter.
“a-ah! t-thank you!” isagi croaked out tearfully, hole clamping tight like a hot vice around your length. you had him writhing and clinging to you on your lap, cock buried to the hilt inside of him, sweetly thrusting into him.
“i know baby. you looked so beautiful out there, making goals..” thrust “passing the ball..” thrust “winning.” thrust.
by now isagi’s brain had been turned to pudding between his ears, nothing except broken sobs and whimpers escaping his swollen lips.
he clung to you desperately, nails digging into your shoulder, fingers gripping and tugging your hair. “h-hah..please, g’na cum! i’ve been so good—let me cum!” isagi muffled into your neck, hot tears staining his flushed cheeks.
your palms gripped the plumpness of his round ass, squeezing it between your fingers.
“c’mon, be a good boy and hold it in a little more for me?” you used that tone again, that one which made isagi melt like putty.
“n-no fair..” he hiccuped, but made no resistance to holding it in anymore. he was your goodest boy after all..
chigiri hyoma
chigiri’s long red hair was fanned out over the pillows, his lean chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. his legs spread, and lips parted.
your fingers worked themselves in and out of his slick, lubed entrance. stretching the pink rim around two of your digits, “you know how pretty you are?” you mused, running a finger down his chest sending shivers down his spine.
“y-yeah..” chigiri nodded, fingers bunching into the sheets. “how gorgeous, beautiful, perfect you are?” you inserted a third finger alongside the two, eliciting a high pitch gasp from the man under you.
“i know!” chigiri cried out, tears pricking at his waterline. “oh i bet you know..” you leaned forwards, pinching one of his nipples between your teeth, rolling the perky bud between your lips whilst your fingers continued curling and pumping into him.
“h-hah..too much..” chigiri whimpered, sweat slicking every plane of his beautiful body. “you want to cum?” you laved over his nipple, eyes fixed onto his.
“i do! i do!” chigiri babbled, hips canting into your palm. “then, say you’re perfect.” you curled your fingers deep inside of him to mash against that plush bud inside of him, driving sparks up his spine.
“huh?” the redhead stammered, voice shaky. “you’re perfect. say it.” you repeated louder, one hand wrapping around his cock to jerk him off.
“i’m perfect! please let me cum!” chigiri screamed, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. “good boy.” you smirked, “cum.” you ordered, taking his cock into your warm mouth.
a/n: i lav writing top m reader soooo much but i dont like topping hm
2025-2026 — @gravelocked ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
You're enrolled in the same campus the Gojo twins are. You aren't in any way well-acquainted with either of them but can they live with that?
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : smau . no smut . harassment . homophobia . out of character . homophobia disguised as flirting . slurs . fluff . frat culture . unsolicited suggestive images . sexism . unwarranted closeness . all these warnings are for fratjo, really . fratjo is an asshole . queerbaiting? . you can interpret fratjo as under some influence or not later in the conversation
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I've never seen this pairing with a male reader so I decided to go for it. Should I make it a series? And if I make more SMAUs, should I write a little more before and/or after the messages? Like a synopsis or a tad bit of the reactions behind the screens.
【 UPDATE 】 ──────────── ❝ reposting this again
𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 : art by @deltapork (nerdjo pfp) & @thatsallitchief (fratjo pfp). images in the conversations sourced from interest
pairing jaime lannister x reader genre smut reader is a male. top!reader x bottom!jaime cw drinking beforehand, reader has a big dick, first-time anal, mention of jaime being a whore (1), spit as lube, abrupt ending
Jaime Lannister despised you.
You were a new addition to the Kingsguard by the recommendation of a seasoned commander, and yes, you’re exceptionally skilled and determined and like no other man.
But you’re crude with a young ego festering like a deathly disease Westeros hasn’t come to discover yet.
You challenge Jaime—no, worse than that. You mock him, and you do it frustratingly well.
And Jaime hates all of it.
He hates you; your handsome grin that vanishes too quickly to be completely seen, your familiar frown that haunts his mind late at night, your stupid strength that immobilizes just about anyone, and your equally stupid, large cock.
One thing about Jaime was that he wasn’t a crippling alcoholic, gods no, but he drank and you drank and now he’s bent over a table in a dirty storage room.
The upper half of his armor and smallclothes remained worn, but his pants were loosely bunched around his ankles. You, on the other hand, were the exact definition of a nightmare. Your own pants were undone, and they were hanging around your thighs, but not enough to feel bare.
Then there was your hard cock. Your hand wrapped around the base, guiding the head of it to rub against Jaime’s clothed hole. He can feel how wet you’ve become, the slickness of your pre-cum dampening the soft material of his smallclothes.
It was disgusting. You were disgusting.
But that didn’t stop him from angling his hips backwards to press against you, as if he was wordlessly coaxing you to come fuck him like he was some easily disposable brothel whore. A status that he will never achieve, but he felt like he has. You were shamelessly rutting against him like an animal; your cock sliding right in between his lower cheeks but never entering him.
Gods, it was maddening. He can feel the weight of your cock, the mere thickness of it rubbing over his ass—and for once, he allowed himself to want another like this. Allowed himself to want a man, above all.
But you just had to tease him.
“Come on...” Jaime muttered through clenched teeth, not realizing that he did utter the words aloud until you respond with a low hum.
“Hm?”
“Fuck me,” he growled, a tinge of heat flushing his face. “That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?”
You breathe out a short laugh, “Not yet. Just let me feel you.”
He was going to have your head on a spike after this.
Though, the mere notion didn’t last long enough to take complete root into his head when you hook your thumb beneath the waistband of his smallclothes and tug them down, making Jaime let out an embarrassing gasp. He was dry, and his inexperience in receiving cock was nothing but guaranteed.
That won’t stop either of you, not when Jaime himself was eager.
Jaime instinctively arched his back as he folded one of his arms in front of him to act as a shield for his face while the other, the one with his only flesh hand, braced the edge of the furniture. He didn’t look your way, not yet at least, but he sensed you leaning down and that’s when he felt it.
Drool—slick and yours. It dripped over his untouched hole, and you spat directly against it once more in a way that had Jaime lightly biting down on the skin of his inner arm to suppress the pathetic whimper that wanted to escape him.
You gently pressed the pad of your finger against him, feeling up the intense coil of muscles attempting to resist the pleasure you were about to bring. “Stay still,” you whispered low, before slowly sinking your digit into his heat.
“I am—fuck,” his voice broke into a rough groan, his walls automatically clamping down around you. Both his mind and body uncertain if they want to push you out or keep you right where you belonged.
You gladly make the decision for him, and you carefully ease your finger in down to the last knuckle. The stretch itself was supposedly mild, but Jaime’s thighs shook with the solidified effort of keeping himself where he was. His brows drew together in a line, his muscles growing taut, but just for you, he tried to focus on breathing through his nose to have you know that he can take more.
It was a matter of reckless pride on his part, but there was no reason for applause.
...Perhaps there was, if only it was for the way Jaime’s hole swallowed your cock like a true king born to sit on the Iron Throne.
You were barely halfway inside, and the Golden Lion in front of you mentally concluded that it was more than enough. He whimpered—the small noise bitten-off and no less whiny, and stubbornly, it was decently masked with a sharp exhale. Your cock was so fucking thick and, even worse (or better), throbbing inside of him. Like you found pleasure in nowhere else besides torturing him.
“Wait,” Jaime barked, the command useless in his breathless tone.
“Is it too much, Kingslayer?” You teased, kindly brushing the palm of your hand over the small of his back to ease the tiniest of tremors currently ruling his skin. Though, your use of his supposed title that’s known for its derogatory nature was anything but.
You did not judge him for putting an end to the Mad King.
And that made Jaime unexpectedly clench down around you.
“Shut up—!” Jaime snapped, his chest heaving as he bucked backwards against you. Only to gasp when he realized too late that it caused you to sink further into him, “Ah! Haah, fuck—ah—don’t m-move until I tell you to.”
You huff, mildly exasperated, but you obey anyway.
Your actions were contrasting with his usual viewpoint of you—a man too cruel and too unloving to fuck someone else so considerately in spite of the agonizing words you speak. It made Jaime want to cry, both from how you were splitting him inside out and from how you were being somewhat kind towards him.
He felt an unreasonable gush of greed.
You didn’t belong to him, and he didn’t belong to you, but he sensed no inkling of an opposing front left if it came down to that.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
“Move. Now.”
There’s no way around other than to feel your cock sliding out of him inch by inch until only the head was being clung onto by his wet, stretched rim. Jaime panted, a bit irritated now, as he tilted his lower half to further accommodate and unmistakably please you.
“Tell me,” you whisper, leaning over his back, “How many men have fucked you like this?”
Slowly, you roll your hips, making him full once more.
“Mmh... n-none. ‘S just you—!” Jaime gasped, his words honest, the pressure sending a shudder across the length of his spine. “Just—hmmn—you!”
top male reader, bratty/bottom Nolan, homophobia(would viltrumites be homophobic? It’s hard to tell), choking, and blood play.
honestly, it’s just gotta be some sort of fight that turns into them fucking.
-🕊️
( couldn’t find a young Nolan gif )
The first splatter of Nolan's blood hit the cracked concrete like a misplaced brushstroke, too vivid, too alive against the gray wreckage of the training arena. He'd dodged too slow this time, your fist clipping his jaw with just enough force to split skin, not bone. Not yet.
His tongue darted out to catch the crimson dripping from his lip, eyes flashing something reckless beneath the sweat-slicked strands of his hair. "You're holding back," he taunted, spitting red onto your boots. "Or are you just weak when you’re distracted?"
You saw the flicker in his expression, the way his throat bobbed when your fingers flexed, the way his breath hitched just before you moved. He wanted this. Not the fight. The other thing. The thing neither of you named when you trained this late, alone.
Your next strike wasn't a feint. It was a hand around his throat, slamming him into the nearest pillar hard enough to crack the steel supports. Nolan gasped, but his legs were already wrapping around your waist, heels digging into the small of your back like an invitation.
"You talk too much," you growled, tightening your grip until his pulse hammered against your palm. His laugh came out ragged, choked, delighted. "Prove it," he dared, bucking up against you with all the grace of a feral thing caught in a trap it never wanted to escape. The heat of him was obscene through the torn fabric of his uniform. You could feel every hitch of his ribs, every stuttered exhale, proof that for all his bravado, he was just as ruined by this as you were.
With a snarl, you wrenched free of his legs and stepped back just long enough to tear your pants open, the fabric splitting like wet paper under Viltrumite strength. Nolan's eyes dropped instantly, dark with something that wasn't surrender. "On your knees," you ordered.
He hesitated, just to piss you off, just to make you work for it, before sinking down slow, dragging his nails down your thighs on the way. The scrape of his teeth against your hipbone was barely a warning before he bit down, hard enough to draw blood.
You yanked his head back by the hair, forcing him to meet your gaze. His mouth was smeared red again, but this time it wasn't from the fight. "That how you want to play?" you hissed. His grin was all sharp edges and hunger. "You tell me," he taunted, licking his lips clean. "Or are you scared I'll ruin you first?"
The punch landed before he could finish the sentence, snapping his head to the side with a wet crack. He reeled, caught himself on one hand, and laughed through the fresh blood dripping from his nose. "Finally," he gasped, spreading his thighs wider. "Now fuck me before I change my mind."
You didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer. Just dragged him up by the hair and shoved him face-first into the pillar, the impact shuddering through his frame. His breath hitched when you kicked his legs apart, the rough grind of your cock against his ass drawing a ragged sound from his throat.
"You wanted this," you reminded him, spitting into your palm before slicking yourself up in one rough stroke. His answering groan was half pain, half something desperate as you shoved in without preamble, the tight clench of him almost enough to make you lose it right there.
Nolan's fingers scrabbled against the cracked concrete, his knuckles white with the effort of holding himself up as you set a brutal pace. Every snap of your hips drew another choked sound from him, the wet slap of skin on skin drowning out whatever taunt he might've mustered. You leaned over him, biting down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder hard enough to taste copper. "Still talking shit?" you growled against his skin.
He tried to laugh, but it came out as a broken moan instead. "Fuck you," he managed, pushing back against you like he couldn't help himself. The way his body yielded to yours, the way he arched into every thrust like he was starving for it, you'd never seen anything more pathetic. Or more perfect.
Your hands found his hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as you dragged him back onto your cock, deeper, rougher. The sharp gasp he let out was music, better than any praise, any surrender. You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "You're fucking shaking," you murmured, voice thick with something between disgust and awe.
His thighs trembled against yours, sweat and blood slick between your bodies. When you reached around to wrap a hand around his throat again, his pulse jumped wildly beneath your palm. You tightened your grip just enough to hear his breath stutter, just enough to feel the way his cock twitched against his stomach, leaking untouched.
"You're sick," you breathed, and Nolan's laugh was wet, ruined. "Yeah," he panted, rocking back onto you with a filthy grind. "And you're still inside me."
You dragged your free hand down his spine, feeling the muscles clench beneath your fingers as you dug nails into the ridges of his vertebrae. The sharp hiss he let out dissolved into a groan when you thumbed over the bite mark you'd left earlier, smearing blood across his skin like war paint.
His throat worked under your palm when you squeezed, just enough to make his vision blur, just enough to make his cock jerk against his stomach in a helpless spurt of precome. The choked noise he made wasn't a word, wasn't a protest, just raw, animal need.
You fucked him through it, relentless, until his legs gave out and his forehead hit the pillar with a dull thud. Nolan's fingers scrambled for purchase, blunt nails catching on cracks in the concrete like he was afraid you'd let him fall. You wouldn't. Not yet.
His blood smeared across your knuckles when you dragged your hand from his throat to his hair, twisting tight enough to make him whimper. "Look at you," you muttered, watching his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. "Fucking wrecked."
He bared his teeth in something that wasn't a smile, panting like a wounded thing. "Still—" he gasped, hips jerking weakly against yours, "— still standing."
You bit back a groan when he clenched around you, tight as a vice, his body wringing you dry with every ragged thrust. The sound he made when you came was almost reverent, like he'd been waiting for it, like he'd won something. You slammed him into the pillar one last time just to hear him choke on it.
some more ramblings about eddie munson bc he's a loser and i love losers
eddie munson x masc reader
specifically im thinking about casual sex with eddie where he is and has been in love with you since middle school. you've never really interacted, he barely believes in "being in love" but annoyingly he still finds himself daydreaming about you. he pays a little more attention when he hears your voice and he's caught off guard when you wind up at his little spot in the woods.
you stumble upon it or you already knew about it, looking to buy a bit of pot off of him and you're so casual about asking if he wanted to join you. if he wants to get smoked out, after you make your purchase. he doesn't even catch it first, but he does agree when his brain catches up with him. you're hot and it's not his stash. eddie's late to catch your drift, too embarrassed to admit he thought this was a much more then casual hang out when you asked if he's done this before
he lies, telling you he was way more experienced than he is. personally, i fall into the school of thought that he's a virgin and i will die that hill. in his defense, there's no cool way to say 'no, i've never had sex, i spend all my time dealing and playing dungeons and dragons'. so, he just said he'd done enough to know what he likes. which is kind of true. true enough to not feel like a lie. but it is and it becomes obvious when eddie came with just head of your cock sliding into him.
it's as much a surprise to him as it is to you. then again, he wasn't expecting to end up face down in the backseat of your shitty, beat-up car. didn't expect to be gripping the door while you fucked into him. eddie didn't really expect for it feel so fucking good. he's painfully tight around you, and your dick feels like way too much. it's overwhelming when you try to move, but there's a gut-wrenching ache when you try to pull out that's so much worse.
eddie desperately smacks the floor in your car backseats, needing to get your attention. his voice muffled, mumbling for you to 'keep going, don't- you, i, fuck, don't stop', wanting to cry at how much harsher the grip in his hair got. your other hand slid up the arch of his back, towards his hips, pulling him back onto your dick. harsh and lazy.
it's not a perfect first - perfect firsts are just another thing to add to list of shit eddie doesn't believe in. that being said being high and pounded into the backseat of one of the hottest guys he's seen was a pretty good one, regardless of his premature orgasm. which he does try to play off after. hopelessly trying to not to seem totally lame, offering 'weed makes me more sensitive' as an excuse. you don't question it.
you don't bother, just suggest you guys try it sober next time.
