Warnings - cock warming (p in v) dirty talk teasing unprotected sex and my bad Spanish
Word count - 919
Summary - Carlos is kind enough to teach you his native language under one condition you have to keep him warm
The soft leather of the armchair creaks as you settle onto Carlos’s lap, the warmth of his thighs pressing against the backs of your own. His hands find your hips immediately, fingers splaying wide to anchor you in place. He’s already hard beneath his jeans. You can feel the late afternoon sun slant through the slatted blinds, painting stripes of gold across the hardwood floor of Carlos’s Madrid apartment. You’re perched on the edge of the plush leather sofa, a textbook open in your lap, your concentration fraying at the edges. He pads over from the kitchen, two glasses of wine in hand, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
“Cariño, you’re working too hard. Come here.” He sets the glasses on the low table, then settles into the center of the sofa, spreading his thighs in an open invitation. “Sit with me. I’ll help.”
You know exactly what that means. Your pulse quickens as you rise, leaving the book behind. He pulls you onto his lap, and you straddle him, the warmth of his body seeping through the thin fabric of your shorts. His hands find your hips, guiding you closer until you’re pressed against the unmistakable bulge in his trousers.
“Better,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Now, repite conmigo.” Repeat after me. He shifts beneath you, and you feel his cock hardening against your core, a thick line of pressure through the denim. “Yo quiero…”
“Yo quiero,” you echo, your voice steadier than you feel.
“…aprender español.”
“…aprender español.”
His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you forward in a slow grind. The friction sends a jolt through you. He’s not trying to hide it, his cock swells, straining against his zipper. “Good,” he praises, his accent thickening. “Now, tú tienes…”
“Tú tienes…” Your voice wavers as he lifts his hips slightly, pressing his length harder against your clothed cunt.
“…un culo muy bonito.” A laugh rumbles in his chest. “Say it.”
“Tú tienes un culo muy bonito,” you manage, cheeks flushing.
“Muy bien.” His hands slide down, cupping your ass, squeezing. Then, with practiced ease, he pops the button on his trousers and lowers the zipper. His cock springs free, fat and flushed, the head already slick with a pearl of pre-cum. He doesn’t rush. He takes your hand and wraps it around his shaft, letting you feel the heat, the throb.
“Just hold it,” he instructs, his voice low and rough. “Calentamiento. Cock warming. You keep me warm while we study.”
You shift your weight, settling so that your bare thigh presses along the length of him. He hisses through his teeth, his eyes half-lidding. “Repite: ‘Yo estudio español con mi novio.’”
“Yo estudio español con mi novio,” you whisper, your thumb tracing a slow circle around the tip, smearing the moisture.
He groans, hips jerking. “Mierda, sí. Again. But slower.”
“Yo… estudio… español…” You pause, letting your palm glide down to his balls, cupping them gently. “…con mi novio.”
He captures your mouth in a kiss, hungry and deep, tongue sliding against yours. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark. “You’re a quick learner.” He lifts your hips, aligning you so the head of his cock nudges at the soaked fabric of your shorts. “But I think you need more… immersive lesson.”
He doesn’t take them off. Not yet. He grinds against you, the denim of his open trousers rubbing your clit through the thin cotton, his cock sliding hot and slick along your outer lips. “Repite: ‘Carlos me enseña español.’”
“Carlos me enseña español,” you gasp as he rocks harder, the friction building.
“Y yo…” He pushes the waistband of your shorts aside, just enough for the tip to catch on your entrance. “…le doy una lección.”
You feel the blunt pressure, the stretch of his head breaching you. Your hands grip his shoulders. “Y yo le doy una lección,” you choke out.
He sinks into you in one slow, deliberate inch. The stretch is exquisite, full, hot, unrelenting. He holds you there, buried halfway, his forehead pressed to yours. “Ahora repite después de mí: ‘Me gusta cuando Carlos me folla despacio.’”
Your cunt clenches around him at the words. “Me gusta cuando Carlos…” He pushes deeper, seating himself fully. A broken moan escapes you. “…me folla despacio.”
“Perfecto.” He begins to move, a slow, grinding pace that has his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. His hands guide your hips, setting a rhythm. “Uno, dos, tres…” He counts in Spanish, each number punctuated by a firm thrust. “…cuatro, cinco, seis…”
You lose track of the numbers, lost in the heat of his body, the smell of his skin, the slide of his cock. Your own hips start to roll, meeting his strokes.
“Sigue repitiendo,” he commands, breath ragged. “Tell me you want to learn more.”
“Quiero aprender más,” you whimper, the words dissolving into a gasp as he angles his hips, hitting that spot deep inside.
“¿Más?” He speeds up, the sound of wet skin filling the room. “¿Cómo esto?”
“Yes—sí, así—don’t stop—”
He doesn’t. He fucks you on that couch, the textbook forgotten on the floor, the Spanish phrases turning into broken pleas and curses until you both come undone, his seed spilling hot inside you, your walls milking him through the aftershocks.
After, he stays buried, softening, his lips trailing kisses along your jaw. “¿Qué has aprendido hoy?” he whispers.
You smile, breathless. “That the best way to learn Spanish is in your lap.”
i want to be the defenseless human that researchers know is the monster’s emotional kryptonite so i get used as the Reward for good behavior. until of course the monster is tired of their games and kills them all and takes me with him back to his den. his permanent reward for a job well done
Text: The cafe is run by vampires, free coffee and baked goods in exchange for one pint a month. The owner is even kind enough to tell us when our blood tastes wrong, medically or magically cursed.
Waking up to the sound of deep grunts and resounding moans coming from your monster s/o who is feverishly feasting on your wet pussy. Pleasure warms your body, as you feel slick gushing out of your cunt, making you moan audibly. Once they realize, you've woken up, they begin to babble excuses as to why they needed to taste you.
“You were moaning in your sleep, and y-you smelled soo fucking good. I-I couldn't stand seeing you like that! Mmm- wanted to help you.”
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