For more than one thing if she was finally able to be honest with herself. But chances are she would not get what she wanted, needed really. So why she had thought it was a good idea to take the pill was beyond her. Zhaina, her online friend had sworn by them raving to have had some of the best orgasms of her life. Life!? Seriously, that would convince anyone, especially someone who was currently so painfully single with no end in sight. In her head it had made sense; pop it rub a few out, get some of the best orgasms of her life (self induced or not) and move on. Easy. Surely. Except for some reason self stimulation was not working. Oh she'd tried. At first she thought maybe this was all part of it, there was a delay so that it was even better after. Nope. It had been 2 hours and she would get so so close but couldn't reach the pinnacle. She finally decided to give up, except there was one problem. She was so fucking horny. Her mind was in the gutter. She was so sensitive her nipples peppled with a slight breeze and just putting on the loose fitting tank top to leave her room was enough to have her moaning as the material rushed against them. She was so screwed.
Thank goodness Jay wasn't home. Thats partly what had sparked her to try this today. Her ever present roommate was gone for the evening. Something about meeting a friend, she'd barely listened when he told her. Hmm he was probably balls deep into someone right at this moment. She groaned, clenching on nothing. If only he could be balls deep in her.
Everyone knew Jay was attractive. Her friends continually loved to remind her of that fact. But they had grown up together so while she could admit he was, she'd never thought anything of it. Until they'd moved in together. What had started out as him being 'objectively' attractive had somehow turned into just blatant attraction on her part. Now she noticed little things, everything really about him. And the more she noticed, the more she fell for him. God, she had a crush on her childhood best friend turned room mate. She slapped her palm to her head as she turned to open the fridge. Things could not be worst.
She filled one glass and downed it immediately and was halfway through her second glass when she heard the key turn in the lock. Surely she'd misheard. She paused to listen thinking of how this would be the absolute worst case scenario if she had actually heard what she thought she heard. Then she pictured how she must look right now. Standing almost in the fridge wearing only her loose tank top and nothing else. It barely covered anything, and she also was not wearing panties.
"Shit" she said scrambling to close the fridge, ditch her water and run for her room which was just down the hall.
"You won't belie-"
Jay stopped short as he came into the kitchen. She'd gotten as far as closing the fridge and placing her glass on the counter. Now she stared wide eyed and out of breath knowing just how ridiculous she must look.
Jay's eyes took her in. She saw him span her body from head to toe in the span of 2 seconds. Then his eyes bounced from her face to her tits as though he could not help himself.
'Oh shit! My bad' he finally said, closing his eyes.
She same to, her hands covering her chest as though that would help. She thought of how the fridge had also probably not helped her case. She somehow could not move. The tank top thankfully covered her front.. just barely but her legs were completely out. Enough to make him realize she was in at least only panties. If she turned around to walk to her room, he would definitely get a view of her ass.
"Im- im, I thought you would be out for the night!" she almost screamed
"I was!" He thankfully kept his eyes closed "that was the plan anyway but Joe decided not to drive down tonight after all. He-" he opened his eyes then quickly shut them again "we're gonna drive down tomorrow. I told you about his trip right? Whats going on?"
"Im-, I was getting some water." Her breath left her in a rush. "I'm going to my room, please keep your eyes closed"
Isaiah needs to let off steam and she's there to help him.
"ISAIAHHHH!"
The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room. Harsh breaths could be heard with the occasional grunt or moan. Isaiah pounded into her with abandon. This had been going on nonstop for the last 15 minutes. Each thrust felt deeper than the last as her body gave into him. He was behind her, her ass meeting his front which each deep stroke. His grip on her hips were tight, yet he held her with reverance.
"Baby-" a puff of breath left her lungs her pussy fluttering around him. He groaned, his paced stuttering as he felt her begin to come. Again.
She mewled and melted around him. Stretching out like a cat with her arms stretched out and her ass firmly against him. Rolling her hips as her orgasm worked through her body and mind.
"Not done with you yet' he said several seconds later. He leaned over her, his hands finding the mattress as his lips found her neck and shoulders.
She knew he wasn't. When he got like this all she could do was take what he gave her. Whatever was bothering him, he needed to work it out of his system and this was one of the ways he did it. Hell she wasn't going to complain. At least this way he relied on her in some way. And this was a hell of a lot better than him running mile after mile until he hit exhaustion. He'd done that before. She'd been so worried that she didn't know what to do with herself.
The next time when he stormed in the door, barely grumbled a hello, his eyes unfocused almost like he wasn't seeing her, she had known. Something had happened at work. Some case had ended badly. Maybe he needed a breakthrough of some sort. Whatever it was, his mind was moving so fast, his thoughts running wild that it made him jittery. He needed to expell this energy. Needed to use his body. So she'd done the only thing she could. She'd kissed him. Putting all her love and trying to communicate to him that she was here. She had him. At first, he didn't respond. Then all at once, he did. Oh did he.
Since then, whenever he had a particular brutal day or a case that got to him, she knew. She knew because she became his 'work out'.
Even now his deep strokes which he had slowed down took her body further into his orbit. He surrounded and caged her with his body. She shifted, lifting her neck to reach his lips. The kiss was filled with intensity. Their lips having a conversation that they were not able to.
Breaking the kiss he withdrew. "Turn around baby", he helped her get on her back then made his way down her body. He sucked on a nipple, pinching the other. Placed a kiss between her breast, her belly. His tongue laved her belly button and she felt in down to her toes. Gasping as she clenched on nothing.
Her breathing grew erratic as he continued lower. He licked her in one long swipe then dived in. Two fingers, then 3 entered her. Setting a relentless pace. She wasn't going to last. The suction on her clit was perfect and his fingers were working her. He knew exactly what to do. He played her like his own personal instrument and he ate her like his favorite meal.
Somewhere along the line she'd began to speak gibberish. Saying anything that came to her mind. Begging him, telling him how good it was.
"Im gonna come again Isaiah. You're gonna make me feel so good- you're making me feel so good. Oh! Oh my god. Isaiah. Isaiah! I-"
She fell apart. Coming so hard she saw stars. This one lasted longer as he worked her through it. Licking and sucking. Making the most lewd noises.
Her hands found her breast. Feeling each pull, each kiss there. Her fingers plucked her nipples, using the same rhythm his was. On and on. Was he never going to stop?
"Isaiah, baby look at me". Her hand found his head as his eyes found hers. His mouth never once leaving her. His tongue was now working inside her. She felt it as it curled, finding a particularly sensitive spot. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back.
She tried again, lifting her back from the bed as his wicked tongue continued to torture her. His eyes were dark as he watched her. Hooded. Fierce.
"Please." She pleaded with him. Her body was worn out. She couldn't come again. She didn't think she physically could.
"Please, please Isaiah ". It was almost embarrassing as a tear slipped down her face. Her body was was in over drive. Her brain flooded with all the endorphins and dopamine from her previous orgasms. And he looked .. blissed out. He loved doing this to her. Bringing her to this point. His mouth left her with a pop.
She collapsed in relief. Shaking. Breathing heavily. She brushed her hair from her face and looked at him.
He was on his knees now, watching her. His hand stroking his cock slowly. She glanced down and couldn't help but lick her lips.
"You're lucky I can't move right now " she said.
He chuckled. "Mmhm. Or what?"
She watched him as he continued to self pleasure. She was getting turned on again. The sight taking her right back to where she just was. Maybe she could move after all.
She was about to go to him. Show him two can play when his hand on her stomach stopped her. She looked at him confused.
"Rest baby. Let me just use this pussy for a bit". She almost came.
He smiled, lining himself up at her entrance. "Then again, I don't know how much rest this will be for you".
He entered her slowly. Letting her feel each inch of his beautiful cock. Her hand found him at her entrance fingers spreading. But it wasn't there for long. Isaiah found both her hands pinning them on the bed beside her head. Then he began to move.
She stared at him as he worked her over. His pace relentless. His eyes found hers and she couldn't look away.
This was the only time she had him. Every other time it was like his mind was somewhere else. Always working. When they were like this though? She felt like she had 100% of him. He felt like her hers.
She reached for him, kissing him fiercely. Her legs wrapping around him drawing him close. He continued to pound into her and she knew she would let him for as long as he needed.
"Hey" he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him "hey, hey hey. Don't do that. Don't assume that this has something to do with me not wanting you alright?" He was staring deep into her eyes. Like he really wanted her to get this. Then as thought making a decision his lips descended as he pulled her in for a kiss.
"Hey" he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him "hey, hey hey. Don't do that. Don't assume that this has something to do with me not wanting you alright?" He was staring deep into her eyes. Like he really wanted her to get this. Then as thought making a decision his lips descended as he pulled her in for a kiss.
His lips were so soft. He softly captured her lips , then deepened the kiss. She sighed, kissing him back. Her hands found their way into his hair and she moved to get as close to him as possible. His hands roamed her back then found their way under her tank. She shivered as he explored.
"Mm, y/n. Fuck" he broke the kiss, breathing deeply as if to collect himself. "Does that show you how much i want you?"
She nodded and her eyes found his crotch. And even if she didn't believe his words his body was showing her. The outline of his cock could be seen through his pants. He was aroused. Really aroused.
"But I don't-"
He was still going to deny her? Even when they both wanted this? She quickly cut him off and said "okay. Then don't do anything. Just.." she shifted and laid down in the bed. "Just watch, okay?"
He groaned as she shifted her tank top up and her fingers found her center. She was soaking wet and she was sure he could see her arousal. When he licked his lips her clit twitched and she flicked it again, and again and again as she watched him watch her.
Her back arched and she felt her tits brush the material of her tank. She shimmied her shoulders, loving how it made the material rush over her nipples over and over.
His eyes could not seem to choose where to look. He followed her fingers as they rubbed her arousal all over her clit. The quite room magnified the found as she played with her clit. Her other hand reached up to pinch her nipples and she almost cried out at how good it felt.
Through it all her eyes never left his. His eyes had become hooded as he watched her. His hand found its way to the found of his pants but he simply left it there. Hand clenched on his arousal.
"Touch yourself" she said. " please"
His hand snaked into his pants and he freed his erection. She panted, her hands in a frenzy as she got a look at him.
"Fuck baby" he said. "You like what you see huh?" You like this dick?"
"Yes!" Her back arched even more. She moved her legs up to help support herself.
He shifted, moved and grabbed her ankle. She gasped as her hand paused on her clit. He turned her so that her open legs faced him and he could get an unobstructed view.
"Need to see you" he grumbled. Then his hand continued on his length. Pumping. She saw a bead of precum seep from the head and he rubbed it along his length. Friction building.
She plunged one finger into her heat using the heel of her hand to grind and give her clit stimulation. Oh! That felt good. She inserted a second finger, lifting her hips and circling. She could almost picture it as him sinking into her. She was rising, getting closer and closer to the top.But something was missing and the more she tried, the more frustrated she got.
She found his eyes as she continued. Hoping that that would give her what she needed.
"Come on y/n" he said hand moving faster over his length. "Are you getting close?"
She shook her head and felt tears of frustration build.
"Jay.." she shut her eyes tight, her head moving side to side
"I know baby" he said "I know what you need"
"Its not enough" she whimpered a tear leaking down her face. "I cant-"
"Shhhh" she felt him moving her again. This time he lifted her further up the bed. Then she felt the bed shift and opened her eyes to find him between her legs.
"Let me help you, okay?" His hand lifted hers higher placed it on her clit while his finger played with her opening.
Oh my. Was this happening. Jay was going to touch her. She felt and saw him release a breath as his finger breached her opening. She clenched around the tip of his finger, her body trying to pull him in more.
"God damn" he said. "Touch your clit baby, make yourself feel good."
"You're- she gasped and slightly lifted from the bed as his finger plunged further into her. "You're making me feel good" she said and released the breath she was holding.
His finger was so much bigger than hers. She fluttered thinking about what he would feel like. Her fingers went crazy on her clit. She closed her eyes and let herself go. Let herself feel. He had started a steady rhythm and was plugging in and out. She was so aroused her juices were leaking out and the lewd sounds as he sank into her turned her on even more.
She opened her eyes and watched him as she lost her self. The hand on her clit fell away as she focused on him and what he was doing to her. Up up she went. When he added a second finger her legs began to shake and she threw her head back in ecstasy
"Oh my gosh Jay!"
Both her hands found her tits. She shoved the tank top down and pinched her nipples. Hard.
Then his head came down and sucked on her clit at the same time he filled her and right as she again pinched her nipples. She came. Hard. He sped up and plugged his fingers into her over and over again.
She forgot to breath as she saw stars. Her body convulsed trying to milk what should have been his dick.
"Fu- y/n, I feel you" he said then went back to her clit. How did he know she needed that? Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. As she came down she let out a shaky breath and let her legs fall to the side.
She noticed while one hand was in her, his other was on his length. He was stroking himself. He was getting off on this.
His tongue left her clit and found her entrance. She bucked, as sensitive as ever.
He was undeterred. Almost in a frenzy as he lapped at her. His tongue collecting her arousal.
This was the hottest thing she had ever done in her life. She never thought this was in the realm of possibility. Jay, her best friend. Her roommate. God, she was gonna come again.
"Jay-" she started.
" mm" she felt the vibrations as he half answered her but he was focused. His tongue finding her clit and lashing it.
"Fuck- jay" she said
When he full on kissed her as though he was kissing he mouth her legs moved to close around his head. His hands moved to hold her up. He kissed her deeply.
"Dreamed about this" he murmured. She gasped, in shock both from his words and what he was doing with his mouth. He kissed her like he'd been waiting to do this. He wasn't lying its like he'd been dreaming of doing this.
She began to shake again. Her hands wound their way into his hair and when he found a particular spot she liked she ground against him. Even in this he knew her so well. He attacked that spot, over and over his tongue bringing her sweet sweet relief.
"Oh oh oh" she was chanting. This time her orgasm hit her out of no where
"Jay! Yes, yes" she screamed "oh my go-"
She lost herself. When she came to he was still lapping her gently. Then he knelt between her legs pumping his dick.
"Let me just-" he breath deeply. "Let me come on you okay?"
This aphrodisiac was no where near done with her. She had a better idea.
"Wait" she said. Spreading her legs further she reached down and spread her entrance.
"Please, I need you".
He groaned, his strokes stuttering at her words "fuck"
He came closer now his dick on her pussy. She moved, rubbing him. Her lips engulfing him. The friction was working her clit
"Ohhh" she said "if you feel like this now, you're gonna feel so good inside me".
His eyes snapped open and she could see shock in his eyes. "You've got a dirty mouth"
In every other aspect she knew she could be timid but for some reason dirty talk came naturally to her. She was just honest about what she felt , what she wanted and needed. And with him it was even easier.
She reached down feeling him as he slid between her lips bumping her clit each time.
"I can show you what this dirty mouth can do" she said. "Or you can fuck me. Your choice".
He shuttered, growled and did an especially hard thrust. Someone liked her dirty talk.
"Which will it be?" While she spoke she stroked him unable to help her self. He was thick and heavy in her hand. She wanted him in her.
He shook his head then shifted lower and position his dick at her entrance. Yes!
Her fingers parted the way and his head breached and he slowly plunged into her. His eyes never left her and she stared at him as he sank further and further in.
Her hand moved up and worked her clit as he continued. "Fuck baby, I think im gonna come" she said.
"Already?" He shifted down. His hands on either side of her. She quivered around him and he was finally balls deep she released a breath
"You feel so good. My pussy loves this dick. I think you're going to spoil her from liking anyone else"
He growled, inched out and slammed back in. " don't talk about anybody else hitting this pussy" he thrust again hard. She moved up the bed. Her hands reached up to reach the head board. He started a rhythm of deep stocks that gave her exactly what she needed.
"This" thrust "pussy" thrust "is" thrust "mine".
"Oh my gosh" she responded "take it baby".
She threw her head back, shifting to meet each of his thrusts. His mouth found her neck, sucking. She knew he would leave a mark. The thought turned her on.
"I feel you!" He did an especially deep stroke as her pussy pulsed
"I like when you suck my neck" she said, out of breath.
His head moved back to her neck. He sucked, she pulsed. He thrust. She squeezed him tighter.
"Can barely" thrust "move " he said.
Then he found her nipple and she detonated around him. Wave after wave. She milked him. And this threw him into his. He moaned loudly as his cum splashed her walls rhythmically. He did short shallow fenzied thrusts as he threw his head back.
As her orgasm wound down he paused this thrusts and continued to suck her nipples. Just as she was coming down he began to move again and threw her into another orgasm.
When it finished he moved. Removing his dick. She felt empty and whimpered.
"Shhh dont worry baby".
"I'm still horny!" She felt tears prickly the corners of her eyes. "Im- when will it end?"
"I don't know but don't worry i'm not done with you yet."
He lifted her up, turning her around. She wiggled and spread her legs.
"Thats my girl. Look at this fucking pussy."
She could only imagine the mess they had made. She felt some of it leaking out of her. She reached down and spread her lips so he could see even better.
"Oh baby" he moaned. "Come here"
She backed up onto his already hard dick. She wiggled as he pushed into her from behind. His passage was easy as their earlier arousal and his come created their lube.
Using her waist as leverage he started a furious and quick pace. Where earlier was slow deep strokes he now fucked her like he could not wait. She loved it. Her hands clenched the pillow as she took what he gave her. Over and over he plunged into her.
At some point he folded over her, his front to her back as his arms wound around and found her nipples. She jerked when he pinched them and she felt his smile as he rubbed his face on her shoulder.
"Love how sensitive you are" he said. Then he proceeded to squeeze them. He'd seen how hard she was with them earlier and knew she like that. The rush of moisture that flooded his dick also confirmed it. She arched her back into him as the pleasure pain flowed through her.
'Mm, gonna clamp these next time" he said. The thought had her meeting his thrusts in a frenzy her ass slapping against his front.
He chuckled as he rhythmically squeezed them and she reacted. "Yeah, were gonna have a lot of fun with these".
By now her nipples were engorged and elongated. He used the palm of his hands to do gentle circles that were barely there. After the intense pinching it was exactly what she needed and she quivered. Half moving into his hands and half trying to avoid them. On his next thrust he wound his hands around her waist and lifted her up. She was now on her knees, thigh to thigh with him as he entered her with her upper body up off the bed. Her back to his front, he had complete access to her. His hands roamed squeezing her tits then flattening on her stomach. Eventually one hand held her tit while another wound between her legs all while he continued to fuck her.
She whimpered, her head falling back on to his shoulder. He kissed her neck over and over. It was all too much for her. And as much as she had orgasmed tonight another over took her and she shuddered in his arms. This him he was more prepared and worked though her orgasm. His hand between her leg stimulating her clit. When it finished she was weak and would have collapsed if not for him holding her up.
He let her fall back to the bed. She lifted her ass high as he continued to thrust. As tired as she was her body still wanted him. Wanted more. She blew out a breath and turned her head to the side.
"You tired? Don't give up on me now" his balls were slapping her, with each thrust he seemed to go deeper.
She was filled with him. His come leaking out of her. His dick seemed to be made for her.
"Take it baby" she sighed. "Its yours. This pussy was made for you".
He was in a frenzy now. His hands came down to cover hers on the pillow. He interwove them as he continued to thrust.
She closed her eyes lost to the feeling. She didnt know how much time passed. When he came he froze and squeezed her hands tightly. He came and came and came.
As he finished he collapsed briefly on top of her then shifted them to their sides. They were still connected. His hands around her she breathe a sigh of relief then promptly fell asleep.
She awoke briefly some time later and found that he was cleaning her. She signed and fell back asleep.
She wasn't sure how long she slept , only that she woke up still horny. When she turned and found him there asleep beside her she was relieved. She turned hooked her leg high on his waist grabbed him and positioned him at her entrance. He was already stirring awake and she kissed him and whispered in his ear "need you again".
Barely awake he thrust in her softness. They were now slowly taking what they needed. Mingled breathes and sighs accompanied his thrusts. When she tired of that she mounted him and began to ride him passionately. He studied her. With this position her tits bounced with her movements. He shifted up and took one in his mouth. She was momentarily distracted as his tongue worked then he trust up into her and she circled her hips around him.
"If you keep doing that I cant focus" she breath following him down as he laid back down his mouth never leaving her breast. She held them together and he alternated between suck both nipples. She circled her hips grounding her clit on him.
He released with a pop and she shuttered. "Mmh Jay, do that again." He did, again and again.
She placed her hands on the head board, tits hanging down and moved up and down his length while he feasted on her tits. It was so hot the thought alone had her falling apart. He bared his teeth on her nipple and she bared down on his length keeping him deep in her as wave after wave shook her.
When she finished he held her tightly shifted his legs up and began thrusting into her. His face almost smothered in her tits he began to come and his thrust slowed down.
When he pulled out his come dripped out of her in a stream.
"Bleeding me dry" he said. "I've never come so much in my life"
She laughed "me either".
He moved her and turned so they faced each other on their sides. "Feel better?"
'Yes" she smiled. "Thank you"
"Anytime". He started at her intently. "I mean it. Any."
She smiled softly "okay".
He lifted up grabbing her hands. "Now come on. Were gonna shower and get some food in you."
See part 1 for start of fic. I'm not a professional so idk how to link that shit.
She turned to run to her room
"Why do you look like that?"
She paused, turning back "look like what? Listen I just came to grab some water, I didn't think you'd be home or I would have put more clothes on okay?"
His eyes were open again "not that, I know-" he struggled "Sometimes i walk around naked when you're not home. I mean.. you look.. off"
She swallowed. Omgosh! He knew! Somehow he could tell. How?! There was no way. I mean, her hair was messily thrown into a bun and maybe she was a bit flushed. But she always wore her hair like this at home. And given the excitement of the last few minutes being a little out of breath and flushed was warranted. There was no way he knew.
He scanned her again. This time he was examining her face closely. "Whats wrong with you?"
"No-nothing" God she wished she didn't have a habit of stammering when nervous. He would know for sure something was off. He knew her better than anyone.
"No something is.." he trailed off as he made his way closer to her. Eyes intent on her.
She remained frozen, panicked. Trying to think of what to tell him.
When he reached her his hand came up as though unconsciously to her face.
"You're flushed, your eyes are..different" he was really studying her now. "And woah! You're so hot. Are you sick?! Omgosh do you need medicine?"
His hand turned as he placed it on her forehead. Checking for a fever.
"Dude, you're freaking burning up! Why didn't you tell me?!"
She bit her lip. Staring at him as he fussed over her. He didn't know it but him being this close to her was doing a number on her. Her already painful nipples inconceivably got even harder as she felt a rush of moisture when she caught his scent.
"y/n"?
"Hmm?" She continued to stare at him as his look of concerned grew.
"Whats going on? Is it the flu? Did you eat something bad? Is it your period?"
She wished she was sick. Then she would have an excuse to look however she looked right now. He would take care of her, nursing her back to health and everything would be normal.
"Why are you acting so weird? You're scaring me, come on talk to me".
His arms engulfed her, bringing her to his chest. "What ever it is, just tell me okay? We'll figure it out together."
Her nipples were now making firm contact with his chest. She shifted a little, rubbing them for some relief and almost moaned. Omgosh, either the pill was finally hitting or he was her kryptonite because she swore she could come just from doing this a few more times.
She needed to get away from him. Immediately. Or she didn't know what she would do.
"I-im fine!" She said. Ripping from his arm and running to her room. Door closed, she sank to the floor. How could she ever face him again!? And she was still so horny! If anything it was worse. When would this subside? Would she spend all night like this? Extremely turned on and unable to do anything about it?
She got up, heading to her bed. The lighting was still dim from earlier when she had 'set the mood'. Her favorite candle was also lit and its subdle scent filled the room. She knew what she had to do. She had promised herself she would never, ever do this. Think of him while she got off. But damn it, desperate times called for desperate measures. She would think of him. She would think of how he is just outside. How his arms felt. How he smelled. Her hand was working now, back arching as she began to build her fantasy.
"y/n?"
Fuck! She should have known he wouldn't leave it as is. His muffled voice carried through the door. She hated herself because it made her tingle. She reached her other hand to relieve her nipples as she plunged her fingers in now.
"Mmfm" she tried to stifle her moan as she quivered around her fingers.
"y/n?" His voice seemed even closer now as he knocked on her door.
Damn it! He wouldn't go away. Not until he knew she was okay. She scrambled up her bed and got under the covers. Pulling them way up and sneaking deeper.
"y/n, please open this door. You're clearly not okay. Please let me help you".
He had no idea the help he was offering.
"Come in" she said lifting her head slightly.
He inched the door open and stuck his head in. When he saw her snuggled in bed he opened it and made his way into the room.
"Hey" he said coming to sit on the bed. "Whats going on? And don't tell me its nothing y/n. I know you."
She sighed. What could she tell him? And not to mention, the more she looked at him the more her resolve was shaking because she knew without a shadow of a doubt she could come. With him. He probably wouldn't even have to do anything. Maybe she could ask him..?
"I-, I took an aphrodisiac okay?!" She pulled the blanket up to hide her face. "I'm kinda, well I-" she felt the bed start to shake then realized he was laughing.
She peaked out from the blanket and he really was laughing.
"Oh my fucking god y/n" he said his laughter now full bodied. "I thought you were fucking dying or something"
She signed. Letting the covers fall to her chest and sitting up. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to tell you. I wasn't even expecting to see you. I just kept thinking how embarrassing this was and.."
She trailed off as she looked up at him, realizing he had stopped laughing. No Jay did not find anything funny anymore. His eyes were intent on her. And she realized in her daze she'd let the covers slip to her waist. Her tank top had also shifted so not only was she spilling out of it at the top, one of her nipples was also peaking out. Standing straight up.
She saw him swallow. His eyes on her chest. And God just his eyes alone was turning her on.
"I, uh-" he got up, as if to leave.
"Wait!" She scrambled forward reaching for him
Now her breasts were basically out of her top and she grabbed his hand.
"Fuck, y/n. Damn" he ran a hand down his face.
She was passed the point of caring now. If anything, his being here in her room. So close. So present. Made her feral. She wanted him.
"P-please help me" she said, clutching his arm that she had grabbed in her haste to stop him from leaving. "I really need your help". She was pleading with him. Her eyes begging.
"I-" he let out a short laugh and looked to the ceiling as though pleading for help. "I don't think thats a good idea y/n. You're just really horny right now. Give it some time and it will pass." He turned again "here let me get you some water, thats what you were getting right?-"
She pulled on his sleeve. Turning him to face her again. "No! I mean yes, it was but Jay.. she pleaded with him again "I don't want water! I want you"
As he started to protest she said "listen I won't regret it. I wanted you even before all" she motioned around the room "this". When she saw he still wasn't convinced she said "you don't even have to do anything! Can you just.. be here?"
"What?" He said
"If you don't, if you don't want me.." she lowered her head. Starting at a spot on her bed. "Can you just, stay here .. until I- look I can't- i was trying.." in a rush she said "I was trying to get off earlier but I couldn't and for some reason you- with you, I think I can do it. I'm sorry, I know this is asking-"
"Hey" he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him "hey, hey hey. Don't do that. Don't assume that this has something to do with me not wanting you alright?" He was staring deep into her eyes. Like he really wanted her to get this. Then as thought making a decision his lips descended as he pulled her in for a kiss.
For more than one thing if she was finally able to be honest with herself. But chances are she would not get what she wanted, needed really. So why she had thought it was a good idea to take the pill was beyond her. Zhaina, her online friend had sworn by them raving to have had some of the best orgasms of her life. Life!? Seriously, that would convince anyone, especially someone who was currently so painfully single with no end in sight. In her head it had made sense; pop it rub a few out, get some of the best orgasms of her life (self induced or not) and move on. Easy. Surely. Except for some reason self stimulation was not working. Oh she'd tried. At first she thought maybe this was all part of it, there was a delay so that it was even better after. Nope. It had been 2 hours and she would get so so close but couldn't reach the pinnacle. She finally decided to give up, except there was one problem. She was so fucking horny. Her mind was in the gutter. She was so sensitive her nipples peppled with a slight breeze and just putting on the loose fitting tank top to leave her room was enough to have her moaning as the material rushed against them. She was so screwed.
Thank goodness Jay wasn't home. Thats partly what had sparked her to try this today. Her ever present roommate was gone for the evening. Something about meeting a friend, she'd barely listened when he told her. Hmm he was probably balls deep into someone right at this moment. She groaned, clenching on nothing. If only he could be balls deep in her.
Everyone knew Jay was attractive. Her friends continually loved to remind her of that fact. But they had grown up together so while she could admit he was, she'd never thought anything of it. Until they'd moved in together. What had started out as him being 'objectively' attractive had somehow turned into just blatant attraction on her part. Now she noticed little things, everything really about him. And the more she noticed, the more she fell for him. God, she had a crush on her childhood best friend turned room mate. She slapped her palm to her head as she turned to open the fridge. Things could not be worst.
She filled one glass and downed it immediately and was halfway through her second glass when she heard the key turn in the lock. Surely she'd misheard. She paused to listen thinking of how this would be the absolute worst case scenario if she had actually heard what she thought she heard. Then she pictured how she must look right now. Standing almost in the fridge wearing only her loose tank top and nothing else. It barely covered anything, and she also was not wearing panties.
"Shit" she said scrambling to close the fridge, ditch her water and run for her room which was just down the hall.
"You won't belie-"
Jay stopped short as he came into the kitchen. She'd gotten as far as closing the fridge and placing her glass on the counter. Now she stared wide eyed and out of breath knowing just how ridiculous she must look.
Jay's eyes took her in. She saw him span her body from head to toe in the span of 2 seconds. Then his eyes bounced from her face to her tits as though he could not help himself.
'Oh shit! My bad' he finally said, closing his eyes.
She same to, her hands covering her chest as though that would help. She thought of how the fridge had also probably not helped her case. She somehow could not move. The tank top thankfully covered her front.. just barely but her legs were completely out. Enough to make him realize she was in at least only panties. If she turned around to walk to her room, he would definitely get a view of her ass.
"Im- im, I thought you would be out for the night!" she almost screamed
"I was!" He thankfully kept his eyes closed "that was the plan anyway but Joe decided not to drive down tonight after all. He-" he opened his eyes then quickly shut them again "we're gonna drive down tomorrow. I told you about his trip right? Whats going on?"
"Im-, I was getting some water." Her breath left her in a rush. "I'm going to my room, please keep your eyes closed"
Good Little Wife - Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
BENEDICT BRIDGERTON THE MAN THAT YOU ARE!!
Warnings/tags: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, piv sex, cockwarming while he works, being called pathetic, slightly dom/sub, use of "sir"
Enjoyyyy!
It had been several hours now. Tossing and turning in your shared bed alone because he was busy in his office, writing god knows what to god knows who. You knew he wasn’t painting or sketching because he only ever did that in his studio. Not to mention he also almost always invited you to come and sit by him and read while he sketched till the early hours and then gently kiss your head to wake you up when you collapsed on one of the couches, before carrying you to bed.
He had been busy in his office for several nights now. You went to bed alone, and woke up alone, unsure if he ever even came to bed at all. He insists that he did, for a few hours but you were snoring so soundly in a little curled ball on the bed and he didn’t wish to disturb you.
But oh how you wish he would disturb you.
And the biggest reason for that is clear at this very second, lying in bed at an ungodly hour, desperately and hopelessly needy.
It had been literal days since he’d been inside you, a burning need that was growing by the second. A desire that even your wet fingers, soaked in your throat and pushed into your wet heat with Benedict’s name on your lips could not satisfy the deep desire you were feeling for your husband.
You huffed, wiping your fingers against your nightgown as you finally threw the covers off of you and practically jumped off of the mattress- at last reaching your breaking point in being alone in your marital bed.
Without bothering to throw on a robe in your own home, you grabbed the candle next to the bed before opening the door and gliding down the long hallway to Benedict’s office. He surely would welcome you, would he not? His desperate wife, in need of her husband to help satisfy her.
You shuddered at the thought of him denying you on purpose. He had done that before, had you sitting next to his easel as he worked, occasionally reaching down to pull at your hair and make you moan just to make sure you remembered who you belonged to. The idea excited and terrified you at the same time.
It was no secret that your husband was dominant with you. He often enjoyed pushing around his darling wife in the bedroom, bringing her to completion multiple times over and over, whispering in her ear that she could surely take another one. You enjoyed being degraded, and he knew that. Of course he knew it.
You reached his office door and hesitated for a single moment before rapping your knuckles against the wood.
You waited.
“Enter.” Came the cool voice of Benedict, his voice slightly muffled as you took a deep breath before pushing the door open.
The room was illuminated by 2 single candles on the table next to his desk, his frame highlighted by the flickering light as he sat, hunched over the desk with his hand over his mouth and leaning on his elbows.
His shirt was untucked, sleeves pushed (not rolled) up to his elbows in a most undignified manner. Not, however, for his wife. His hair was tossled, and you instantly thought back to his mouth on you, between your legs, whilst you gripped his hair so hard he groaned loudly against you until you came on his face.
He didn’t look up as you creaked the door open, and you almost turned around to leave back to bed, try another go at fucking yourself on your fingers, when his cold voice spoke again.
“What is it?”
You decided now is when you should speak.
“Husband, I-” You start but you are cut off as his eyes snap up to you, and you realise then that he did not know it was you who had knocked on his office door.
“Darling,” He did not drop his pen, but he did stop writing, and look up at you with much kinder eyes than you thought he would. “My darling wife, why are you up this late? It is well past midnight.”
You could not speak, only look at his shirt hanging off of him, untied and untucked, his forearms on complete display as you placed your candle on the shelf next to the door and closed it behind you.
Benedict said nothing as you walked closer, stopping on the opposite side of his desk as you leaned gently over it.
“What may I do for you?” Benedict almost looks amused, and you can see he’s trying not to smile. He knows why you are here, and yet he dares not give you what you need immediately.
“Benedict-” You are cut off by the sharp raise of his eyebrow as he cocks his head at you, gesturing for you to come around the desk. Oh.
You go to speak again, but as you approach him, he grabs your arm, placing a gentle kiss in the crook of your elbow, silencing you. He slowly kisses down your arm, all the way to your fingers…where he stops, looks up at you with those beautiful dark eyes, and sucks your two middle fingers into his mouth.
You gasp, and he continues, letting his tongue slide between them, sucking them clean from earlier, and you realise that he now knows what you have been up to while he has been hard at work in his office.
You pull away in embarrassment, and while he lets you pull your fingers out of his mouth, he does not let you retreat. He pulls you down onto his lap, having your back to his chest as he holds you close, his breath hot against your neck and his voice like a prayer in your ear.
“You’ve been busy.” Is all he says, one of his hands sliding up to your throat as you try to protest again. “You’ve been touching yourself without me.”
“Benedict, please let me just-” You try again. But he is determined to not let you complete a full sentence tonight it seems.
“Excuse me?” The question is clear and sharp and you know exactly what it is he is asking from you.
You correct yourself, immediately. “Sir, I was lonely without you. It’s been several nights now that you’ve been stuck here in this office to the ungodly hours of the morning. What was I meant to do?”
This was the wrong thing to say, you realise, just as his hand becomes tighter around your throat and pulls you back against him, hard. And that’s not the only thing that is hard, you realise as he grinds up against you, a cruel thing to do when you are trying to explain your actions.
“So you decided to just…do whatever you wished to do instead of coming to me first?”
“Husband-” You gasp at his hand around your throat.
“Wife.”
You are at a loss for words for what it is he wants you to say for your actions. Sorry doesn’t cut it with Benedict, and you know this.
You wait for him to speak again, to make a move, to remove his hand. But when he finally does, your heart stops.
“Stand up, turn around.” Benedict’s voice is back to being cold, and you have goosebumps along your skin as you follow his instructions.
He reaches forward, hoisting your skirts up, and letting a low growl out when he realises you are naked underneath your nightgown. You try to defend yourself, but words can’t leave you when his hands are already sliding up your thighs and cupping your already dripping heat.
You gasp, his middle two fingers dipping into your wetness and dragging up to circle your clit gently, looking up at you dangerously as he dares you to deny how much you are dripping down your leg.
“My dirty girl. You thought you could come in here without anything on under here and just hope for me to fuck you?” When you don’t answer, his fingers press rather harshly against your clit, and you cry out, clutching at his shoulder to stop yourself from collapsing.
“Bened-Sir, please-god,” You are gasping, his fingers against you feeling like heaven after days of nothing but yourself to keep you company.
He lets you stay that way, standing in front of him, one hand on his shoulder to keep yourself steady as he rubs your clit until you are crying out, before abruptly pulling away, sucking his fingers clean and looking up at you as if he just asked you what you wanted for tea.
“I-”, you try, but he interrupts you with a rather sinful smile on his face.
“I have a rather splendid idea.” He says, and you freeze as his hands go to his breeches, pulling them down in one go and letting his cock spring free right in front of you. You want to grasp it, to put it in your mouth, but you dare not make such a move.
“You,” Benedict begins, knowing you are hanging on his every word. “Are you going to sit on me like a good little wife, while I keep writing my letters. You can keep me warm. You wanted me so bad, you can have me.”
You are in shock at what he is asking of you. Sit on his cock, and what? Not move? Not finish?
He had to be mad.
“I’m not mad,” Benedict says, somehow reading your mind. “I’m disciplining and giving my little wife exactly what she wants.” As he speaks, Benedict hoists your skirts again, pulling you forward and lining his cock up with your entrance. You push your hands against his chest, wanting to protest but finding no reason to. You want this. You just love to pretend like you don’t.
“Deep breathe now, my love.” Is all he says before he is using his knees to spread your legs and make you sink down onto him all in one go, and you are completely sat on him within a matter of mere seconds.
“Oh- oh god, Sir.” You cry out, but he shushes you, holding your head in the crook of his neck, keeping you still, not thrusting or moving or grinding or touching you elsewhere. Just holding you there, full and wanting with tears in your eyes.
“That’s it, you’re doing so well. Now you just sit there while I work, yes?”
You want to speak, to protest, to beg him to move, to fuck you. But all that comes out of your mouth are little whimpers and squeals as you try not to clench down on him.
When you don’t answer (something he is strict on), he loses his patience very quickly.
“I said,” His hand snags into your hair, forcing you away from the comfort of his shoulder and neck and to look him in the face. “You will sit there while I work, yes?”
“Yes, yes, husband I will- sit here.” Your voice is so weak you barely hear it, but Benedict clearly does.
He releases your hair and kisses your forehead before pulling you back into your position against his chest. “That’s a good girl. Shh, I’ve got you.”
You nearly cry out as he pulls his chair forward until you are trapped with your front straddling him and your back pushed against the desk. This is final. This is where you will stay for the rest of the evening.
And that is where you stay- for hours? Minutes? You have no idea how long it has been. Your sweet little moans occasionally slipping out whenever he leans forward to grab something across his desk (probably on purpose) and letting his cock hit a different spot inside of you.
Every so often, despite your protesting noises, his hand would slide through the top of your nightgown, not even looking at you as he let his fingers drift across your front to find your nipple, pulling on it as you try not cry out and clench around him. Eventually, it would become too much, and you would squeeze around his cock involuntarily, resulting in a harsh slap against your thigh that made you jump.
A silent command. Behave.
You have no idea how long it has been, with you sitting on top of him, his fingers playing with your body wherever he wishes to in order to keep himself entertained while he writes whatever letters he is occupied with. To his brothers, perhaps? You knew Anthony was in India with his new wife-
You hear Benedict drop his quill, papers rustling as he leans forward again, making you squeal as his cock rubs deliciously against your inner walls. Benedict moves quickly, pushing his chair back ever so slightly so your back is no longer harshly pressed against the wood of his desk and making room for him to gently push you back so his hand can finally sandwich between you. Right to your aching clit.
You go to speak, but you realise you can’t. Drunk on the feeling of being full for so long has your brain as empty as it can be. You try to remember what you were just thinking about, something about letters, about his cock pistoning into you at a great speed until you-
“Darling, how are you doing?” Benedict’s voice is velvet. It is a beautiful sound you didn’t realise you missed for however long you’ve been sitting here. And so casual as his fingers ever so gently ghost over your clit. Not quite enough yet.
“Mmm,” Your voice comes out as a moan, and you realise you didn’t even try to form proper words.
Benedict’s chest rumbles in a brief laugh as he pulls you gently by the hair to see your face and you realise then that you have been struggling to keep your eyes open. Sleepy, cockdrunk and overwhelmed with pleasure, despserate to finish.
“Oh honey, you look so delicious right now. You are just putty right now, aren’t you?” His words hit you as his fingers speed up and you push your hips forward, relieved when he does not slap your thigh for moving around his cock.
“I am so tired.” You finally manage to get out, and you realise you don’t even know if you can handle an orgasm right now. But Benedict knows you can.
Benedict nods, his hand in your hair turning to gentle scratches as he realises you are spent, needing one thing that only he can give you now.
“Shall I let my darling wife finally come?” He says, finally, and you drop your head against him, finally letting your body loosen as he hums, knowing exactly what you need.
His fingers speed up, one hand on your clit and the other burning on your hip as he moves you gently back and forth, letting you cry out as you finally feel him rub against you after being still for so long. Swollen and wanting.
“I- I don’t know if I-,” But as you say it, you realise there is no choice in the matter. Benedict’s fingers are not stopping and there is a feeling in your stomach that is coiling so deliciously that you can’t even begin to pretend like you wouldn’t do anything to let it snap.
But you need more from him.
“Can you- I need you to speak to me.” You manage to say, and he knows exactly what you want. His voice. To praise and degrade you at the same time.
“My little wife, so desperate and needy for me.” His fingers are relentless, and you find yourself moving on your own now. “Can’t even finish with me telling you how pathetic you are, can you? I know you can’t. You crave being of use to me.”
You cry out, so close to finishing but needing that extra little bit.
“You want to come for me, darling?” His voice is hot against your ear, and you nod frantically, fingers digging into his shoulders as you hold on, afraid you will float away if you do not.
“Yes, yes, yes, please.” Your voice is so foreign to you, only wanting his sounds.
Benedict does not hold back, finally thrusting up into you as his fingers rub over your wet clit, encouraging you as you finally near that breaking point.
You cry out again, nearly screaming as one of Benedict’s hands claps over your mouth. “Shh, wife, we don’t need all of the servants to know you are coming pathetically around my cock at such an ungodly hour.”
And that is the final straw, your body tightening in such a way it hasn’t in literal days, tears in your ears as you frantically grind against him and chase your orgasm. You take everything he has to give you, praises for him on your lips as you push your hips against him while he rubs you through your entire release.
And when it is over, his hand leaves your clit, cradling your face between his hands, giving you gentle kisses all over your face as you breathe heavily, eyes closed and unable to come back just yet.
“You did so well.” Benedict says, and you can only hum in response, collapsing against him as you finally got everything you have been wanting for days, to be taken care of by your darling husband.
“Bed.” Is all you can say and Benedict laughs, nodding.
"Hey" he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him "hey, hey hey. Don't do that. Don't assume that this has something to do with me not wanting you alright?" He was staring deep into her eyes. Like he really wanted her to get this. Then as thought making a decision his lips descended as he pulled her in for a kiss.
"Hey" he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him "hey, hey hey. Don't do that. Don't assume that this has something to do with me not wanting you alright?" He was staring deep into her eyes. Like he really wanted her to get this. Then as thought making a decision his lips descended as he pulled her in for a kiss.
His lips were so soft. He softly captured her lips , then deepened the kiss. She sighed, kissing him back. Her hands found their way into his hair and she moved to get as close to him as possible. His hands roamed her back then found their way under her tank. She shivered as he explored.
"Mm, y/n. Fuck" he broke the kiss, breathing deeply as if to collect himself. "Does that show you how much i want you?"
She nodded and her eyes found his crotch. And even if she didn't believe his words his body was showing her. The outline of his cock could be seen through his pants. He was aroused. Really aroused.
"But I don't-"
He was still going to deny her? Even when they both wanted this? She quickly cut him off and said "okay. Then don't do anything. Just.." she shifted and laid down in the bed. "Just watch, okay?"
He groaned as she shifted her tank top up and her fingers found her center. She was soaking wet and she was sure he could see her arousal. When he licked his lips her clit twitched and she flicked it again, and again and again as she watched him watch her.
Her back arched and she felt her tits brush the material of her tank. She shimmied her shoulders, loving how it made the material rush over her nipples over and over.
His eyes could not seem to choose where to look. He followed her fingers as they rubbed her arousal all over her clit. The quite room magnified the found as she played with her clit. Her other hand reached up to pinch her nipples and she almost cried out at how good it felt.
Through it all her eyes never left his. His eyes had become hooded as he watched her. His hand found its way to the found of his pants but he simply left it there. Hand clenched on his arousal.
"Touch yourself" she said. " please"
His hand snaked into his pants and he freed his erection. She panted, her hands in a frenzy as she got a look at him.
"Fuck baby" he said. "You like what you see huh?" You like this dick?"
"Yes!" Her back arched even more. She moved her legs up to help support herself.
He shifted, moved and grabbed her ankle. She gasped as her hand paused on her clit. He turned her so that her open legs faced him and he could get an unobstructed view.
"Need to see you" he grumbled. Then his hand continued on his length. Pumping. She saw a bead of precum seep from the head and he rubbed it along his length. Friction building.
She plunged one finger into her heat using the heel of her hand to grind and give her clit stimulation. Oh! That felt good. She inserted a second finger, lifting her hips and circling. She could almost picture it as him sinking into her. She was rising, getting closer and closer to the top.But something was missing and the more she tried, the more frustrated she got.
She found his eyes as she continued. Hoping that that would give her what she needed.
"Come on y/n" he said hand moving faster over his length. "Are you getting close?"
She shook her head and felt tears of frustration build.
"Jay.." she shut her eyes tight, her head moving side to side
"I know baby" he said "I know what you need"
"Its not enough" she whimpered a tear leaking down her face. "I cant-"
"Shhhh" she felt him moving her again. This time he lifted her further up the bed. Then she felt the bed shift and opened her eyes to find him between her legs.
"Let me help you, okay?" His hand lifted hers higher placed it on her clit while his finger played with her opening.
Oh my. Was this happening. Jay was going to touch her. She felt and saw him release a breath as his finger breached her opening. She clenched around the tip of his finger, her body trying to pull him in more.
"God damn" he said. "Touch your clit baby, make yourself feel good."
"You're- she gasped and slightly lifted from the bed as his finger plunged further into her. "You're making me feel good" she said and released the breath she was holding.
His finger was so much bigger than hers. She fluttered thinking about what he would feel like. Her fingers went crazy on her clit. She closed her eyes and let herself go. Let herself feel. He had started a steady rhythm and was plugging in and out. She was so aroused her juices were leaking out and the lewd sounds as he sank into her turned her on even more.
She opened her eyes and watched him as she lost her self. The hand on her clit fell away as she focused on him and what he was doing to her. Up up she went. When he added a second finger her legs began to shake and she threw her head back in ecstasy
"Oh my gosh Jay!"
Both her hands found her tits. She shoved the tank top down and pinched her nipples. Hard.
Then his head came down and sucked on her clit at the same time he filled her and right as she again pinched her nipples. She came. Hard. He sped up and plugged his fingers into her over and over again.
She forgot to breath as she saw stars. Her body convulsed trying to milk what should have been his dick.
"Fu- y/n, I feel you" he said then went back to her clit. How did he know she needed that? Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. As she came down she let out a shaky breath and let her legs fall to the side.
She noticed while one hand was in her, his other was on his length. He was stroking himself. He was getting off on this.
His tongue left her clit and found her entrance. She bucked, as sensitive as ever.
He was undeterred. Almost in a frenzy as he lapped at her. His tongue collecting her arousal.
This was the hottest thing she had ever done in her life. She never thought this was in the realm of possibility. Jay, her best friend. Her roommate. God, she was gonna come again.
"Jay-" she started.
" mm" she felt the vibrations as he half answered her but he was focused. His tongue finding her clit and lashing it.
"Fuck- jay" she said
When he full on kissed her as though he was kissing he mouth her legs moved to close around his head. His hands moved to hold her up. He kissed her deeply.
"Dreamed about this" he murmured. She gasped, in shock both from his words and what he was doing with his mouth. He kissed her like he'd been waiting to do this. He wasn't lying its like he'd been dreaming of doing this.
She began to shake again. Her hands wound their way into his hair and when he found a particular spot she liked she ground against him. Even in this he knew her so well. He attacked that spot, over and over his tongue bringing her sweet sweet relief.
"Oh oh oh" she was chanting. This time her orgasm hit her out of no where
"Jay! Yes, yes" she screamed "oh my go-"
She lost herself. When she came to he was still lapping her gently. Then he knelt between her legs pumping his dick.
"Let me just-" he breath deeply. "Let me come on you okay?"
This aphrodisiac was no where near done with her. She had a better idea.
"Wait" she said. Spreading her legs further she reached down and spread her entrance.
"Please, I need you".
He groaned, his strokes stuttering at her words "fuck"
He came closer now his dick on her pussy. She moved, rubbing him. Her lips engulfing him. The friction was working her clit
"Ohhh" she said "if you feel like this now, you're gonna feel so good inside me".
His eyes snapped open and she could see shock in his eyes. "You've got a dirty mouth"
In every other aspect she knew she could be timid but for some reason dirty talk came naturally to her. She was just honest about what she felt , what she wanted and needed. And with him it was even easier.
She reached down feeling him as he slid between her lips bumping her clit each time.
"I can show you what this dirty mouth can do" she said. "Or you can fuck me. Your choice".
He shuttered, growled and did an especially hard thrust. Someone liked her dirty talk.
"Which will it be?" While she spoke she stroked him unable to help her self. He was thick and heavy in her hand. She wanted him in her.
He shook his head then shifted lower and position his dick at her entrance. Yes!
Her fingers parted the way and his head breached and he slowly plunged into her. His eyes never left her and she stared at him as he sank further and further in.
Her hand moved up and worked her clit as he continued. "Fuck baby, I think im gonna come" she said.
"Already?" He shifted down. His hands on either side of her. She quivered around him and he was finally balls deep she released a breath
"You feel so good. My pussy loves this dick. I think you're going to spoil her from liking anyone else"
He growled, inched out and slammed back in. " don't talk about anybody else hitting this pussy" he thrust again hard. She moved up the bed. Her hands reached up to reach the head board. He started a rhythm of deep stocks that gave her exactly what she needed.
"This" thrust "pussy" thrust "is" thrust "mine".
"Oh my gosh" she responded "take it baby".
She threw her head back, shifting to meet each of his thrusts. His mouth found her neck, sucking. She knew he would leave a mark. The thought turned her on.
"I feel you!" He did an especially deep stroke as her pussy pulsed
"I like when you suck my neck" she said, out of breath.
His head moved back to her neck. He sucked, she pulsed. He thrust. She squeezed him tighter.
"Can barely" thrust "move " he said.
Then he found her nipple and she detonated around him. Wave after wave. She milked him. And this threw him into his. He moaned loudly as his cum splashed her walls rhythmically. He did short shallow fenzied thrusts as he threw his head back.
As her orgasm wound down he paused this thrusts and continued to suck her nipples. Just as she was coming down he began to move again and threw her into another orgasm.
When it finished he moved. Removing his dick. She felt empty and whimpered.
"Shhh dont worry baby".
"I'm still horny!" She felt tears prickly the corners of her eyes. "Im- when will it end?"
"I don't know but don't worry i'm not done with you yet."
He lifted her up, turning her around. She wiggled and spread her legs.
"Thats my girl. Look at this fucking pussy."
She could only imagine the mess they had made. She felt some of it leaking out of her. She reached down and spread her lips so he could see even better.
"Oh baby" he moaned. "Come here"
She backed up onto his already hard dick. She wiggled as he pushed into her from behind. His passage was easy as their earlier arousal and his come created their lube.
Using her waist as leverage he started a furious and quick pace. Where earlier was slow deep strokes he now fucked her like he could not wait. She loved it. Her hands clenched the pillow as she took what he gave her. Over and over he plunged into her.
At some point he folded over her, his front to her back as his arms wound around and found her nipples. She jerked when he pinched them and she felt his smile as he rubbed his face on her shoulder.
"Love how sensitive you are" he said. Then he proceeded to squeeze them. He'd seen how hard she was with them earlier and knew she like that. The rush of moisture that flooded his dick also confirmed it. She arched her back into him as the pleasure pain flowed through her.
'Mm, gonna clamp these next time" he said. The thought had her meeting his thrusts in a frenzy her ass slapping against his front.
He chuckled as he rhythmically squeezed them and she reacted. "Yeah, were gonna have a lot of fun with these".
By now her nipples were engorged and elongated. He used the palm of his hands to do gentle circles that were barely there. After the intense pinching it was exactly what she needed and she quivered. Half moving into his hands and half trying to avoid them. On his next thrust he wound his hands around her waist and lifted her up. She was now on her knees, thigh to thigh with him as he entered her with her upper body up off the bed. Her back to his front, he had complete access to her. His hands roamed squeezing her tits then flattening on her stomach. Eventually one hand held her tit while another wound between her legs all while he continued to fuck her.
She whimpered, her head falling back on to his shoulder. He kissed her neck over and over. It was all too much for her. And as much as she had orgasmed tonight another over took her and she shuddered in his arms. This him he was more prepared and worked though her orgasm. His hand between her leg stimulating her clit. When it finished she was weak and would have collapsed if not for him holding her up.
He let her fall back to the bed. She lifted her ass high as he continued to thrust. As tired as she was her body still wanted him. Wanted more. She blew out a breath and turned her head to the side.
"You tired? Don't give up on me now" his balls were slapping her, with each thrust he seemed to go deeper.
She was filled with him. His come leaking out of her. His dick seemed to be made for her.
"Take it baby" she sighed. "Its yours. This pussy was made for you".
He was in a frenzy now. His hands came down to cover hers on the pillow. He interwove them as he continued to thrust.
She closed her eyes lost to the feeling. She didnt know how much time passed. When he came he froze and squeezed her hands tightly. He came and came and came.
As he finished he collapsed briefly on top of her then shifted them to their sides. They were still connected. His hands around her she breathe a sigh of relief then promptly fell asleep.
She awoke briefly some time later and found that he was cleaning her. She signed and fell back asleep.
She wasn't sure how long she slept , only that she woke up still horny. When she turned and found him there asleep beside her she was relieved. She turned hooked her leg high on his waist grabbed him and positioned him at her entrance. He was already stirring awake and she kissed him and whispered in his ear "need you again".
Barely awake he thrust in her softness. They were now slowly taking what they needed. Mingled breathes and sighs accompanied his thrusts. When she tired of that she mounted him and began to ride him passionately. He studied her. With this position her tits bounced with her movements. He shifted up and took one in his mouth. She was momentarily distracted as his tongue worked then he trust up into her and she circled her hips around him.
"If you keep doing that I cant focus" she breath following him down as he laid back down his mouth never leaving her breast. She held them together and he alternated between suck both nipples. She circled her hips grounding her clit on him.
He released with a pop and she shuttered. "Mmh Jay, do that again." He did, again and again.
She placed her hands on the head board, tits hanging down and moved up and down his length while he feasted on her tits. It was so hot the thought alone had her falling apart. He bared his teeth on her nipple and she bared down on his length keeping him deep in her as wave after wave shook her.
When she finished he held her tightly shifted his legs up and began thrusting into her. His face almost smothered in her tits he began to come and his thrust slowed down.
When he pulled out his come dripped out of her in a stream.
"Bleeding me dry" he said. "I've never come so much in my life"
She laughed "me either".
He moved her and turned so they faced each other on their sides. "Feel better?"
'Yes" she smiled. "Thank you"
"Anytime". He started at her intently. "I mean it. Any."
She smiled softly "okay".
He lifted up grabbing her hands. "Now come on. Were gonna shower and get some food in you."
See part 1 for start of fic. I'm not a professional so idk how to link that shit.
She turned to run to her room
"Why do you look like that?"
She paused, turning back "look like what? Listen I just came to grab some water, I didn't think you'd be home or I would have put more clothes on okay?"
His eyes were open again "not that, I know-" he struggled "Sometimes i walk around naked when you're not home. I mean.. you look.. off"
She swallowed. Omgosh! He knew! Somehow he could tell. How?! There was no way. I mean, her hair was messily thrown into a bun and maybe she was a bit flushed. But she always wore her hair like this at home. And given the excitement of the last few minutes being a little out of breath and flushed was warranted. There was no way he knew.
He scanned her again. This time he was examining her face closely. "Whats wrong with you?"
"No-nothing" God she wished she didn't have a habit of stammering when nervous. He would know for sure something was off. He knew her better than anyone.
"No something is.." he trailed off as he made his way closer to her. Eyes intent on her.
She remained frozen, panicked. Trying to think of what to tell him.
When he reached her his hand came up as though unconsciously to her face.
"You're flushed, your eyes are..different" he was really studying her now. "And woah! You're so hot. Are you sick?! Omgosh do you need medicine?"
His hand turned as he placed it on her forehead. Checking for a fever.
"Dude, you're freaking burning up! Why didn't you tell me?!"
She bit her lip. Staring at him as he fussed over her. He didn't know it but him being this close to her was doing a number on her. Her already painful nipples inconceivably got even harder as she felt a rush of moisture when she caught his scent.
"y/n"?
"Hmm?" She continued to stare at him as his look of concerned grew.
"Whats going on? Is it the flu? Did you eat something bad? Is it your period?"
She wished she was sick. Then she would have an excuse to look however she looked right now. He would take care of her, nursing her back to health and everything would be normal.
"Why are you acting so weird? You're scaring me, come on talk to me".
His arms engulfed her, bringing her to his chest. "What ever it is, just tell me okay? We'll figure it out together."
Her nipples were now making firm contact with his chest. She shifted a little, rubbing them for some relief and almost moaned. Omgosh, either the pill was finally hitting or he was her kryptonite because she swore she could come just from doing this a few more times.
She needed to get away from him. Immediately. Or she didn't know what she would do.
"I-im fine!" She said. Ripping from his arm and running to her room. Door closed, she sank to the floor. How could she ever face him again!? And she was still so horny! If anything it was worse. When would this subside? Would she spend all night like this? Extremely turned on and unable to do anything about it?
She got up, heading to her bed. The lighting was still dim from earlier when she had 'set the mood'. Her favorite candle was also lit and its subdle scent filled the room. She knew what she had to do. She had promised herself she would never, ever do this. Think of him while she got off. But damn it, desperate times called for desperate measures. She would think of him. She would think of how he is just outside. How his arms felt. How he smelled. Her hand was working now, back arching as she began to build her fantasy.
"y/n?"
Fuck! She should have known he wouldn't leave it as is. His muffled voice carried through the door. She hated herself because it made her tingle. She reached her other hand to relieve her nipples as she plunged her fingers in now.
"Mmfm" she tried to stifle her moan as she quivered around her fingers.
"y/n?" His voice seemed even closer now as he knocked on her door.
Damn it! He wouldn't go away. Not until he knew she was okay. She scrambled up her bed and got under the covers. Pulling them way up and sneaking deeper.
"y/n, please open this door. You're clearly not okay. Please let me help you".
He had no idea the help he was offering.
"Come in" she said lifting her head slightly.
He inched the door open and stuck his head in. When he saw her snuggled in bed he opened it and made his way into the room.
"Hey" he said coming to sit on the bed. "Whats going on? And don't tell me its nothing y/n. I know you."
She sighed. What could she tell him? And not to mention, the more she looked at him the more her resolve was shaking because she knew without a shadow of a doubt she could come. With him. He probably wouldn't even have to do anything. Maybe she could ask him..?
"I-, I took an aphrodisiac okay?!" She pulled the blanket up to hide her face. "I'm kinda, well I-" she felt the bed start to shake then realized he was laughing.
She peaked out from the blanket and he really was laughing.
"Oh my fucking god y/n" he said his laughter now full bodied. "I thought you were fucking dying or something"
She signed. Letting the covers fall to her chest and sitting up. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to tell you. I wasn't even expecting to see you. I just kept thinking how embarrassing this was and.."
She trailed off as she looked up at him, realizing he had stopped laughing. No Jay did not find anything funny anymore. His eyes were intent on her. And she realized in her daze she'd let the covers slip to her waist. Her tank top had also shifted so not only was she spilling out of it at the top, one of her nipples was also peaking out. Standing straight up.
She saw him swallow. His eyes on her chest. And God just his eyes alone was turning her on.
"I, uh-" he got up, as if to leave.
"Wait!" She scrambled forward reaching for him
Now her breasts were basically out of her top and she grabbed his hand.
"Fuck, y/n. Damn" he ran a hand down his face.
She was passed the point of caring now. If anything, his being here in her room. So close. So present. Made her feral. She wanted him.
"P-please help me" she said, clutching his arm that she had grabbed in her haste to stop him from leaving. "I really need your help". She was pleading with him. Her eyes begging.
"I-" he let out a short laugh and looked to the ceiling as though pleading for help. "I don't think thats a good idea y/n. You're just really horny right now. Give it some time and it will pass." He turned again "here let me get you some water, thats what you were getting right?-"
She pulled on his sleeve. Turning him to face her again. "No! I mean yes, it was but Jay.. she pleaded with him again "I don't want water! I want you"
As he started to protest she said "listen I won't regret it. I wanted you even before all" she motioned around the room "this". When she saw he still wasn't convinced she said "you don't even have to do anything! Can you just.. be here?"
"What?" He said
"If you don't, if you don't want me.." she lowered her head. Starting at a spot on her bed. "Can you just, stay here .. until I- look I can't- i was trying.." in a rush she said "I was trying to get off earlier but I couldn't and for some reason you- with you, I think I can do it. I'm sorry, I know this is asking-"
"Hey" he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him "hey, hey hey. Don't do that. Don't assume that this has something to do with me not wanting you alright?" He was staring deep into her eyes. Like he really wanted her to get this. Then as thought making a decision his lips descended as he pulled her in for a kiss.
For more than one thing if she was finally able to be honest with herself. But chances are she would not get what she wanted, needed really. So why she had thought it was a good idea to take the pill was beyond her. Zhaina, her online friend had sworn by them raving to have had some of the best orgasms of her life. Life!? Seriously, that would convince anyone, especially someone who was currently so painfully single with no end in sight. In her head it had made sense; pop it rub a few out, get some of the best orgasms of her life (self induced or not) and move on. Easy. Surely. Except for some reason self stimulation was not working. Oh she'd tried. At first she thought maybe this was all part of it, there was a delay so that it was even better after. Nope. It had been 2 hours and she would get so so close but couldn't reach the pinnacle. She finally decided to give up, except there was one problem. She was so fucking horny. Her mind was in the gutter. She was so sensitive her nipples peppled with a slight breeze and just putting on the loose fitting tank top to leave her room was enough to have her moaning as the material rushed against them. She was so screwed.
Thank goodness Jay wasn't home. Thats partly what had sparked her to try this today. Her ever present roommate was gone for the evening. Something about meeting a friend, she'd barely listened when he told her. Hmm he was probably balls deep into someone right at this moment. She groaned, clenching on nothing. If only he could be balls deep in her.
Everyone knew Jay was attractive. Her friends continually loved to remind her of that fact. But they had grown up together so while she could admit he was, she'd never thought anything of it. Until they'd moved in together. What had started out as him being 'objectively' attractive had somehow turned into just blatant attraction on her part. Now she noticed little things, everything really about him. And the more she noticed, the more she fell for him. God, she had a crush on her childhood best friend turned room mate. She slapped her palm to her head as she turned to open the fridge. Things could not be worst.
She filled one glass and downed it immediately and was halfway through her second glass when she heard the key turn in the lock. Surely she'd misheard. She paused to listen thinking of how this would be the absolute worst case scenario if she had actually heard what she thought she heard. Then she pictured how she must look right now. Standing almost in the fridge wearing only her loose tank top and nothing else. It barely covered anything, and she also was not wearing panties.
"Shit" she said scrambling to close the fridge, ditch her water and run for her room which was just down the hall.
"You won't belie-"
Jay stopped short as he came into the kitchen. She'd gotten as far as closing the fridge and placing her glass on the counter. Now she stared wide eyed and out of breath knowing just how ridiculous she must look.
Jay's eyes took her in. She saw him span her body from head to toe in the span of 2 seconds. Then his eyes bounced from her face to her tits as though he could not help himself.
'Oh shit! My bad' he finally said, closing his eyes.
She same to, her hands covering her chest as though that would help. She thought of how the fridge had also probably not helped her case. She somehow could not move. The tank top thankfully covered her front.. just barely but her legs were completely out. Enough to make him realize she was in at least only panties. If she turned around to walk to her room, he would definitely get a view of her ass.
"Im- im, I thought you would be out for the night!" she almost screamed
"I was!" He thankfully kept his eyes closed "that was the plan anyway but Joe decided not to drive down tonight after all. He-" he opened his eyes then quickly shut them again "we're gonna drive down tomorrow. I told you about his trip right? Whats going on?"
"Im-, I was getting some water." Her breath left her in a rush. "I'm going to my room, please keep your eyes closed"
WHEN A CHARACTER IS PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE THEY’RE NOT
REPOST!
Pretending isn’t just lying, no, it’s becoming a version of yourself that feels easier to manage (easier to love, or control, or survive inside.) It’s a mask that starts out as protection and slowly becomes a second skin. One that’s hard to take off, even when you want to.
✦ They mirror the people around them without meaning to. Their laugh, their phrasing, the way they sit, it all shifts depending on who they’re with. Like they’re constantly adjusting, matching the energy in the room, trying to be what they think people want.
✦ They’re vague when things get personal, and not because they’re secretive, but because they don’t know anymore. Ask them their favorite song, and they’ll pause too long. Ask about their past, and their answers are half-finished, polished at the edges, like they’ve been told too many times to keep it clean.
✦ They over-prepare for conversations. They run through the dialogue in their head ahead of time. Rehearse their jokes, their exits, their answers. Everything feels a little scripted, like they’re playing the role of “themselves” instead of just… being.
✦ They always look put-together, maybe almost too much. Their clothes, their hair, their whole vibe is carefully chosen. But there’s a difference between style and armor, and this is armor. A version of themselves they’ve curated, down to the last thread.
✦ They panic when the script slips. Catch them off guard, and it shows… like, they freeze and fumble. The real stuff, feels dangerous. Being authentic means being vulnerable, and they’ve learned the hard way how risky that is.
✦ They shift depending on the room. One version of them at home, another at school, another with friends, like flipping channels. It’s not manipulation, no guys, it’s muscle memory, and they’ve learned to survive by adapting, and now they can’t stop.
✦ They touch their face or hair when they’re uncomfortable, like they’re checking to make sure the mask is still in place. A nervous habit that’s half-grounding, half-ritual, as if letting their guard down even physically would let everything else fall apart, too.
✦ Their smile is always photo-ready. Perfect, pretty, practiced…But there’s something in the eyes that doesn’t match, like they’re smiling at you, not with you. Like they’ve learned what people want to see, and they’ve gotten very good at giving it.
✦ If someone tells them, “I like the real you,” they go quiet. Not because they’re shy, but because deep down, they don’t know who the “real” version even is anymore. They want to believe there’s someone underneath it all, they just don’t know how to find them.
"Hey" he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him "hey, hey hey. Don't do that. Don't assume that this has something to do with me not wanting you alright?" He was staring deep into her eyes. Like he really wanted her to get this. Then as thought making a decision his lips descended as he pulled her in for a kiss.
"Hey" he lifted her chin and forced her to look at him "hey, hey hey. Don't do that. Don't assume that this has something to do with me not wanting you alright?" He was staring deep into her eyes. Like he really wanted her to get this. Then as thought making a decision his lips descended as he pulled her in for a kiss.
His lips were so soft. He softly captured her lips , then deepened the kiss. She sighed, kissing him back. Her hands found their way into his hair and she moved to get as close to him as possible. His hands roamed her back then found their way under her tank. She shivered as he explored.
"Mm, y/n. Fuck" he broke the kiss, breathing deeply as if to collect himself. "Does that show you how much i want you?"
She nodded and her eyes found his crotch. And even if she didn't believe his words his body was showing her. The outline of his cock could be seen through his pants. He was aroused. Really aroused.
"But I don't-"
He was still going to deny her? Even when they both wanted this? She quickly cut him off and said "okay. Then don't do anything. Just.." she shifted and laid down in the bed. "Just watch, okay?"
He groaned as she shifted her tank top up and her fingers found her center. She was soaking wet and she was sure he could see her arousal. When he licked his lips her clit twitched and she flicked it again, and again and again as she watched him watch her.
Her back arched and she felt her tits brush the material of her tank. She shimmied her shoulders, loving how it made the material rush over her nipples over and over.
His eyes could not seem to choose where to look. He followed her fingers as they rubbed her arousal all over her clit. The quite room magnified the found as she played with her clit. Her other hand reached up to pinch her nipples and she almost cried out at how good it felt.
Through it all her eyes never left his. His eyes had become hooded as he watched her. His hand found its way to the found of his pants but he simply left it there. Hand clenched on his arousal.
"Touch yourself" she said. " please"
His hand snaked into his pants and he freed his erection. She panted, her hands in a frenzy as she got a look at him.
"Fuck baby" he said. "You like what you see huh?" You like this dick?"
"Yes!" Her back arched even more. She moved her legs up to help support herself.
He shifted, moved and grabbed her ankle. She gasped as her hand paused on her clit. He turned her so that her open legs faced him and he could get an unobstructed view.
"Need to see you" he grumbled. Then his hand continued on his length. Pumping. She saw a bead of precum seep from the head and he rubbed it along his length. Friction building.
She plunged one finger into her heat using the heel of her hand to grind and give her clit stimulation. Oh! That felt good. She inserted a second finger, lifting her hips and circling. She could almost picture it as him sinking into her. She was rising, getting closer and closer to the top.But something was missing and the more she tried, the more frustrated she got.
She found his eyes as she continued. Hoping that that would give her what she needed.
"Come on y/n" he said hand moving faster over his length. "Are you getting close?"
She shook her head and felt tears of frustration build.
"Jay.." she shut her eyes tight, her head moving side to side
"I know baby" he said "I know what you need"
"Its not enough" she whimpered a tear leaking down her face. "I cant-"
"Shhhh" she felt him moving her again. This time he lifted her further up the bed. Then she felt the bed shift and opened her eyes to find him between her legs.
"Let me help you, okay?" His hand lifted hers higher placed it on her clit while his finger played with her opening.
Oh my. Was this happening. Jay was going to touch her. She felt and saw him release a breath as his finger breached her opening. She clenched around the tip of his finger, her body trying to pull him in more.
"God damn" he said. "Touch your clit baby, make yourself feel good."
"You're- she gasped and slightly lifted from the bed as his finger plunged further into her. "You're making me feel good" she said and released the breath she was holding.
His finger was so much bigger than hers. She fluttered thinking about what he would feel like. Her fingers went crazy on her clit. She closed her eyes and let herself go. Let herself feel. He had started a steady rhythm and was plugging in and out. She was so aroused her juices were leaking out and the lewd sounds as he sank into her turned her on even more.
She opened her eyes and watched him as she lost her self. The hand on her clit fell away as she focused on him and what he was doing to her. Up up she went. When he added a second finger her legs began to shake and she threw her head back in ecstasy
"Oh my gosh Jay!"
Both her hands found her tits. She shoved the tank top down and pinched her nipples. Hard.
Then his head came down and sucked on her clit at the same time he filled her and right as she again pinched her nipples. She came. Hard. He sped up and plugged his fingers into her over and over again.
She forgot to breath as she saw stars. Her body convulsed trying to milk what should have been his dick.
"Fu- y/n, I feel you" he said then went back to her clit. How did he know she needed that? Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. As she came down she let out a shaky breath and let her legs fall to the side.
She noticed while one hand was in her, his other was on his length. He was stroking himself. He was getting off on this.
His tongue left her clit and found her entrance. She bucked, as sensitive as ever.
He was undeterred. Almost in a frenzy as he lapped at her. His tongue collecting her arousal.
This was the hottest thing she had ever done in her life. She never thought this was in the realm of possibility. Jay, her best friend. Her roommate. God, she was gonna come again.
"Jay-" she started.
" mm" she felt the vibrations as he half answered her but he was focused. His tongue finding her clit and lashing it.
"Fuck- jay" she said
When he full on kissed her as though he was kissing he mouth her legs moved to close around his head. His hands moved to hold her up. He kissed her deeply.
"Dreamed about this" he murmured. She gasped, in shock both from his words and what he was doing with his mouth. He kissed her like he'd been waiting to do this. He wasn't lying its like he'd been dreaming of doing this.
She began to shake again. Her hands wound their way into his hair and when he found a particular spot she liked she ground against him. Even in this he knew her so well. He attacked that spot, over and over his tongue bringing her sweet sweet relief.
"Oh oh oh" she was chanting. This time her orgasm hit her out of no where
"Jay! Yes, yes" she screamed "oh my go-"
She lost herself. When she came to he was still lapping her gently. Then he knelt between her legs pumping his dick.
"Let me just-" he breath deeply. "Let me come on you okay?"
This aphrodisiac was no where near done with her. She had a better idea.
"Wait" she said. Spreading her legs further she reached down and spread her entrance.
"Please, I need you".
He groaned, his strokes stuttering at her words "fuck"
He came closer now his dick on her pussy. She moved, rubbing him. Her lips engulfing him. The friction was working her clit
"Ohhh" she said "if you feel like this now, you're gonna feel so good inside me".
His eyes snapped open and she could see shock in his eyes. "You've got a dirty mouth"
In every other aspect she knew she could be timid but for some reason dirty talk came naturally to her. She was just honest about what she felt , what she wanted and needed. And with him it was even easier.
She reached down feeling him as he slid between her lips bumping her clit each time.
"I can show you what this dirty mouth can do" she said. "Or you can fuck me. Your choice".
He shuttered, growled and did an especially hard thrust. Someone liked her dirty talk.
"Which will it be?" While she spoke she stroked him unable to help her self. He was thick and heavy in her hand. She wanted him in her.
He shook his head then shifted lower and position his dick at her entrance. Yes!
Her fingers parted the way and his head breached and he slowly plunged into her. His eyes never left her and she stared at him as he sank further and further in.
Her hand moved up and worked her clit as he continued. "Fuck baby, I think im gonna come" she said.
"Already?" He shifted down. His hands on either side of her. She quivered around him and he was finally balls deep she released a breath
"You feel so good. My pussy loves this dick. I think you're going to spoil her from liking anyone else"
He growled, inched out and slammed back in. " don't talk about anybody else hitting this pussy" he thrust again hard. She moved up the bed. Her hands reached up to reach the head board. He started a rhythm of deep stocks that gave her exactly what she needed.
"This" thrust "pussy" thrust "is" thrust "mine".
"Oh my gosh" she responded "take it baby".
She threw her head back, shifting to meet each of his thrusts. His mouth found her neck, sucking. She knew he would leave a mark. The thought turned her on.
"I feel you!" He did an especially deep stroke as her pussy pulsed
"I like when you suck my neck" she said, out of breath.
His head moved back to her neck. He sucked, she pulsed. He thrust. She squeezed him tighter.
"Can barely" thrust "move " he said.
Then he found her nipple and she detonated around him. Wave after wave. She milked him. And this threw him into his. He moaned loudly as his cum splashed her walls rhythmically. He did short shallow fenzied thrusts as he threw his head back.
As her orgasm wound down he paused this thrusts and continued to suck her nipples. Just as she was coming down he began to move again and threw her into another orgasm.
When it finished he moved. Removing his dick. She felt empty and whimpered.
"Shhh dont worry baby".
"I'm still horny!" She felt tears prickly the corners of her eyes. "Im- when will it end?"
"I don't know but don't worry i'm not done with you yet."
He lifted her up, turning her around. She wiggled and spread her legs.
"Thats my girl. Look at this fucking pussy."
She could only imagine the mess they had made. She felt some of it leaking out of her. She reached down and spread her lips so he could see even better.
"Oh baby" he moaned. "Come here"
She backed up onto his already hard dick. She wiggled as he pushed into her from behind. His passage was easy as their earlier arousal and his come created their lube.
Using her waist as leverage he started a furious and quick pace. Where earlier was slow deep strokes he now fucked her like he could not wait. She loved it. Her hands clenched the pillow as she took what he gave her. Over and over he plunged into her.
At some point he folded over her, his front to her back as his arms wound around and found her nipples. She jerked when he pinched them and she felt his smile as he rubbed his face on her shoulder.
"Love how sensitive you are" he said. Then he proceeded to squeeze them. He'd seen how hard she was with them earlier and knew she like that. The rush of moisture that flooded his dick also confirmed it. She arched her back into him as the pleasure pain flowed through her.
'Mm, gonna clamp these next time" he said. The thought had her meeting his thrusts in a frenzy her ass slapping against his front.
He chuckled as he rhythmically squeezed them and she reacted. "Yeah, were gonna have a lot of fun with these".
By now her nipples were engorged and elongated. He used the palm of his hands to do gentle circles that were barely there. After the intense pinching it was exactly what she needed and she quivered. Half moving into his hands and half trying to avoid them. On his next thrust he wound his hands around her waist and lifted her up. She was now on her knees, thigh to thigh with him as he entered her with her upper body up off the bed. Her back to his front, he had complete access to her. His hands roamed squeezing her tits then flattening on her stomach. Eventually one hand held her tit while another wound between her legs all while he continued to fuck her.
She whimpered, her head falling back on to his shoulder. He kissed her neck over and over. It was all too much for her. And as much as she had orgasmed tonight another over took her and she shuddered in his arms. This him he was more prepared and worked though her orgasm. His hand between her leg stimulating her clit. When it finished she was weak and would have collapsed if not for him holding her up.
He let her fall back to the bed. She lifted her ass high as he continued to thrust. As tired as she was her body still wanted him. Wanted more. She blew out a breath and turned her head to the side.
"You tired? Don't give up on me now" his balls were slapping her, with each thrust he seemed to go deeper.
She was filled with him. His come leaking out of her. His dick seemed to be made for her.
"Take it baby" she sighed. "Its yours. This pussy was made for you".
He was in a frenzy now. His hands came down to cover hers on the pillow. He interwove them as he continued to thrust.
She closed her eyes lost to the feeling. She didnt know how much time passed. When he came he froze and squeezed her hands tightly. He came and came and came.
As he finished he collapsed briefly on top of her then shifted them to their sides. They were still connected. His hands around her she breathe a sigh of relief then promptly fell asleep.
She awoke briefly some time later and found that he was cleaning her. She signed and fell back asleep.
She wasn't sure how long she slept , only that she woke up still horny. When she turned and found him there asleep beside her she was relieved. She turned hooked her leg high on his waist grabbed him and positioned him at her entrance. He was already stirring awake and she kissed him and whispered in his ear "need you again".
Barely awake he thrust in her softness. They were now slowly taking what they needed. Mingled breathes and sighs accompanied his thrusts. When she tired of that she mounted him and began to ride him passionately. He studied her. With this position her tits bounced with her movements. He shifted up and took one in his mouth. She was momentarily distracted as his tongue worked then he trust up into her and she circled her hips around him.
"If you keep doing that I cant focus" she breath following him down as he laid back down his mouth never leaving her breast. She held them together and he alternated between suck both nipples. She circled her hips grounding her clit on him.
He released with a pop and she shuttered. "Mmh Jay, do that again." He did, again and again.
She placed her hands on the head board, tits hanging down and moved up and down his length while he feasted on her tits. It was so hot the thought alone had her falling apart. He bared his teeth on her nipple and she bared down on his length keeping him deep in her as wave after wave shook her.
When she finished he held her tightly shifted his legs up and began thrusting into her. His face almost smothered in her tits he began to come and his thrust slowed down.
When he pulled out his come dripped out of her in a stream.
"Bleeding me dry" he said. "I've never come so much in my life"
She laughed "me either".
He moved her and turned so they faced each other on their sides. "Feel better?"
'Yes" she smiled. "Thank you"
"Anytime". He started at her intently. "I mean it. Any."
She smiled softly "okay".
He lifted up grabbing her hands. "Now come on. Were gonna shower and get some food in you."
fanfic isn't an act of activism by the way. it's a fun hobby. writers write whatever they want for themselves as their silly little getaway/self-care. if you want "more representation" of something in fanfics, then you write fanfics about that thing you want. nobody is stopping you. but saying other fanfic writers as a whole are "the problem" or are "to blame" for "not including xyz" or "not writing about xyz" just isn't how fanfics and hobbies work.
Synopsis. One dead car at 1 a.m. One very reluctant phone call to the mechanic next door — who happens to be your friend Megumi's dad. You should've called an Uber.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI. fem!reader, drunk reader, Neighbour!Toji, Mechanic!Toji, tension, explicit sexual content: dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, rough missionary, rough doggy, oral (fem. + male rec.), tit fucking/tit job, ass eating, ass smacking, ass play, toe sucking, choking, creampies, daddy kink, mating press, spit kink, pussy drunk toji, he is a perv hehe, he literally licks your pit pls lol; is it obvious i'm ovulating <3333
Word Count. 7.6k
You changed your outfit three times.
It was stupid. It was a college party — sticky floors, bad lighting, a stolen aux cord playing the same twenty songs on loop. Nobody was going to remember what you wore through the haze of cheap vodka. But you stood in front of the mirror anyway, rotating through options, waging a private war between cute and reckless.
Reckless won.
Short black dress. Thin straps, low back, mid-thigh hem. Heels that added three inches. The kind of outfit that made you feel like someone who did dangerous things, which was a lie, but a convincing one.
Your phone buzzed.
Nobara: if you're not here in 20 minutes i'm telling everyone about the karaoke incident
You: you SWORE on your life
Nobara: clock is ticking babe 🕐
You grabbed your keys and headed out.
The night air was cool. Your heels clicked on the driveway. And next door — because the universe had a sense of humor — the garage light was on.
He was there.
Toji Fushiguro. Your neighbor for two years. Under a car, legs extended from beneath the chassis, and then — rolling out as he heard your heels — sitting up, looking at you. Black compression shirt streaked with grease. Dark hair pushed back from his forehead. The scar at his lip catching the garage light.
His eyes made the trip — your heels, your legs, the dress, your face. Unhurried. Unapologetic.
"Going somewhere?"
"Party."
"Hm." He wiped his hands on a rag. Didn't look away. "Have fun."
"I plan to."
You walked to your car. You did not look back. You absolutely looked back. He was still watching, leaning against the frame of the garage, arms crossed, that lazy half-smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
You pulled out of the driveway too fast and spent the entire drive to the party trying to get your pulse to settle.
The bass hit your chest before you made it through the door.
"FINALLY." Nobara seized your wrist the second you crossed the threshold, dragging you through a wall of bodies and cheap strobe lights. The house was packed — an off-campus wreck with a sagging porch and a lawn that had surrendered three semesters ago. It smelled like spilled beer and bad decisions.
"You're late. You missed Maki absolutely demolishing Momo at beer pong."
"I did not demolish her," Maki called from the dining table, sinking another shot with annoying precision.
Momo was dabbing her eyes. Mai stood beside her, patting her shoulder with the enthusiasm of court-mandated community service. "She definitely demolished her."
"I'm fine," Momo sniffled. "I'm having fun. This is fun."
Maki sank the ball into Momo's last cup without looking. Momo burst into fresh tears.
"Oh, for—" Mai sighed, producing a tissue.
You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing and let Nobara tow you into the kitchen, where Yuji was shirtless for reasons nobody had requested and nobody was complaining about, attempting to build a Solo cup pyramid while Yuta watched with scholarly fascination.
"Hey!" Yuji spotted you and his face lit up. He abandoned the pyramid — it collapsed instantly — and pulled you into a hug that lifted you off the floor. "You made it!"
"Can't — breathe — Yuji—"
"Sorry, sorry." He set you down, grinning. "You look incredible."
"She knows," Nobara said, pouring you a drink.
Yuta appeared at your elbow with that warm, slightly overwhelmed smile. "Hi. You really do look great."
"Thanks, Yuta."
He went endearingly pink and retreated behind his cup.
Across the room, Megumi was in his usual party configuration — leaned against a wall, nursing a drink, looking like he'd been dragged here at gunpoint. He caught your eye and nodded. You nodded back. That was the extent of Megumi's social engagement on any given night, and it was fine.
Kirara floated past in something sparkly, paused just long enough to squeeze your arm and say "you look hot," and vanished back into the crowd like a beautiful apparition.
"How does she DO that," Nobara muttered, watching her go.
"You've got it bad."
"Shut up. Drink."
An hour in and you were solidly three drinks deep, warm and loose, laughing too hard at Nobara's story about her art history professor.
"—and he just stands there with the paint on his face, completely deadpan, and goes: 'This is exactly what Pollock intended.'"
You wheezed. Momo choked on her drink. Even Maki snorted.
"He had acrylic in his EYEBROWS—"
Todo materialized from the crowd, radiating the intensity of a man on a spiritual quest. "BROTHER." He pointed at Yuji. "Flip cup. NOW. This is not a game. This is a TEST of SOUL."
"It's flip cup," Mai said.
"EVERY CUP YOU FLIP IS A REFLECTION OF YOUR INNER SELF."
"I want whatever he's on," Maki murmured.
Teams were assembled through a process that involved extensive yelling from Todo and Yuta revealing a quiet competitive streak nobody had anticipated. You lost three rounds in a row. Maki was mechanical. Momo, fueled by her beer pong revenge arc, became a flip cup savant and let out a tiny feral shriek with every successful flip. You were laughing hard enough that your ribs ached.
You danced after that — with Nobara and Momo, with Kirara, who moved like liquid and drew a small crowd. The music was bad but your standards had slipped. The lights were low and the drinks were strong and the night had that golden-hour party quality where everything was funny and nobody was keeping track of their hands.
And then Nobara cornered you in the kitchen.
"Okay." She refilled your cup with the precision of a bartender and the expression of a detective. "Spill."
"Spill what."
"You had the look when you got here."
"There's no look."
"There's absolutely a look. It's this—" She did an impression that involved slightly parted lips and an unfocused gaze. "That one. I know that look. That's the Toji look."
"Nobara."
"It's been two years, babe."
"I know how long it's been."
"Two years of hey sweetheart and loaded eye contact and whatever the hell happened at that barbecue—"
"Nothing happened at the barbecue."
"You touched his arm and he looked at you like he wanted to eat you off a plate. I was RIGHT THERE."
Your face was hot. The alcohol wasn't helping. "It's complicated."
"It's really not." She squeezed your arm. "He's hot, you're hot, you're both single adults—"
"He's twenty years older than me."
"And?"
You didn't have an answer for that.
"I'm just saying." She sipped her drink. "At some point one of you is going to snap. And my money's on tonight, because you're wearing that dress, and you're three drinks in, and I know what you look like when you're about to make a bad decision."
"I'm not going to make a bad decision."
"Mmhmm."
"I'm not."
"Sure." She smiled serenely. "Text me when you get home. Or when you get somewhere."
By one a.m. you were done. Pleasantly, thoroughly drunk — not sloppy, just loose. Warm. Soft at the edges in a way that made the walls you usually kept up feel like suggestions.
You said your goodbyes. Nobara hugged you and whispered text me with a look that carried subtext. Momo hugged you too long. Yuji crushed you in one final embrace. Yuta waved from across the room. Megumi raised his cup at you in silent acknowledgment.
The night air was cold against your bare legs. The street was quiet. You walked to your car alone, heels too loud on the pavement.
You got in. Put the key in the ignition.
Click. Click. Nothing.
You tried twice more. The engine gave a grinding, sputtering death rattle and went silent.
You sat in the dark, staring at the steering wheel, and scrolled to a contact you'd saved two years ago and never once called.
Toji.
Your thumb hovered. Your brain manufactured three reasonable alternatives in under five seconds.
You called him anyway.
Two rings.
"Yeah."
"My car's dead."
A beat. "Where?"
"Kabukichō-dori, near the station."
"Stay put. Fifteen minutes."
He hung up. You sat in your dead car and pressed your phone against your chest and tried not to think about what you were about to do.
Eleven minutes. You counted.
The headlights of his truck swept across the street, and the low rumble of the engine cut out, and then he was getting out, and the streetlight caught him, and your mouth went dry.
Gray sweatpants. Black compression shirt. Hair slightly damp, like he'd washed his face before leaving. The scar on his lip in sharp relief under the sodium light. He walked toward your car with that slow, unhurried stride, and every step was a countdown.
You got out of your car. He stopped a few feet away and looked at you, and his eyes made the trip — your face, your mouth, your dress, your legs, your heels, back up. His gaze was not polite. His gaze was an undressing.
"Hi," you said. It came out too soft.
"Hey sweetheart." His voice was rough, low. "Pop the hood."
You popped it. He leaned in. You stood behind him and watched the line of his back and the flex of his arms and the way the shirt pulled tight across his shoulders, and you pressed your thighs together and stared at a streetlight.
Three minutes. He straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag.
"Starter's gone. Can't fix it out here." He tossed the rag over his shoulder. "I'll tow it in the morning. You'll come back to my place."
Not a question. A statement.
"Okay."
He walked you to the truck. Opened the passenger door for you. Held it.
You stepped up. Sat down. Reached for the seatbelt — and his hand was already there, reaching across you, pulling the belt across your body with slow, unhurried care.
The back of his hand brushed the side of your breast.
It wasn't quite an accident.
His knuckles dragged — just barely, just a whisper of contact — along the curve of fabric, and the point of contact sent a shock down your spine that locked every muscle in your body. Your breath caught. He looked at you. Your faces were close — inches apart — and his eyes were dark and unreadable, and his hand was still moving, clicking the belt home with a soft, deliberate snap.
He didn't pull back immediately. His hand rested there for half a second longer than it needed to. His thumb pressed very lightly against the strap, right where it crossed your chest.
"All buckled in," he said. Quietly. His voice was lower than it had been a minute ago.
"Thanks."
He closed the door.
You sat in the truck alone for the ten seconds it took him to walk around the front, and used every one of them trying to remember how to breathe.
The cab of the truck smelled like him — cedar, leather, a warm masculine undertone that you were now going to associate with this moment for the rest of your life. The engine rumbled to life. He put the truck in drive.
"Warm enough?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"You sure? You've got goosebumps."
You looked down. You did have goosebumps. They were not from the cold.
"I'm fine."
He reached over and turned the heat up anyway. His hand passed over your bare thigh — didn't touch it, passed an inch above it — and the near-contact was worse than touch would've been. You felt every millimeter of the hover.
He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the console between you. Close enough that if you shifted your arm, your skin would brush his. You didn't shift. He didn't move his hand.
The streetlights striped the cab in slow, rhythmic flashes. Light, dark, light. His face in pieces — the jaw, the scar, the dark cut of his brow. He glanced at you at a red light.
You were looking at him. He caught you.
His eyes dropped — to your mouth, then your neck, then lower. Your dress had ridden up when you sat down, riding mid-thigh now, and his gaze traced the line of your legs with the focused attention of a man who had been patient for two years and was losing his grip on the patience.
The light turned green. He looked back at the road.
"So you drove yourself to the party," he said.
"Yeah."
"In that dress."
"Yeah."
"How much did you drink?"
"Enough to call you."
His jaw tightened. He didn't respond immediately. The truck turned onto his street.
"You always this direct when you're drinking?"
"Only when I want something."
He exhaled through his nose — not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh. "You need to stop."
"Stop what?"
"Talking."
You smiled. Small. Victorious. Looked out the window.
He pulled into his driveway. Cut the engine. The silence dropped over the cab like a blanket.
Neither of you moved for a moment. He sat with both hands on the steering wheel, looking straight ahead, jaw working.
"Come on," he said finally. "Inside."
He lived in a house — you'd always known that, you'd lived next door for two years — but inside, it felt like an apartment. Compact. Warm. Masculine and lived-in, with dark wood furniture and low lighting and the smell of cedar in everything.
He flipped on a single lamp in the living room. The rest of the house stayed dim.
"You want water?" he asked.
"Sure."
He went to the kitchen. You stayed in the living room, slipped off your heels — the relief was immediate, your feet sinking into the soft rug — and took stock of the space. You'd never been inside before. You'd been curious. Now you were cataloguing.
A worn leather couch. A low coffee table with a motorcycle magazine and a coffee mug. Bookshelves — not what you'd expected. Novels, thick ones, well-read. A few car manuals. A framed photo on the shelf of a much younger Megumi holding a fish, Toji kneeling beside him with a rare, real smile.
You were looking at the photo when he came back with a glass of water.
"He was eight," Toji said. "Hated fishing. Loved getting out of the house."
"That's sweet."
"Mm."
You took the water. Sipped. He stood in the middle of his own living room with his arms crossed, watching you, and the tension in his shoulders was visible even across the room.
"Sit," he said. "You're not going anywhere tonight."
You crossed to the couch. Sat. Tucked your legs up under you — then, on impulse, swung them around and laid down sideways, stretching your legs along the length of the couch, your head propped on the armrest. Your dress rode up. You didn't fix it.
He stared at you for a long second. Then he sat down on the other end of the couch — carefully, leaving space, your bare feet maybe six inches from his thigh.
"Comfortable?" His voice was dry.
"Very."
He leaned back. Arms still crossed. Jaw still tight. "So."
"So."
"This is the part where we make small talk until you pass out on my couch."
"Is that what this is?"
"That's what it better be."
You smiled at the ceiling. "What do you want to talk about?"
He was quiet for a moment. His eyes had dropped. To your legs. You felt it — the weight of his gaze moving up your calf, your knee, your thigh, the hem of your dress. He dragged his gaze away with visible effort.
"Anything," he said. "Tell me about your classes."
"My classes."
"Yeah."
"Toji."
"Classes."
You laughed. "Fine. I'm writing a paper on symbolism in medieval poetry."
"Sounds fascinating."
"It's not."
"Tell me anyway."
So you did. You rambled about your professor and the topic and the amount of Latin you were supposed to read, and he listened — or pretended to listen — and you watched his eyes drift back to your legs again. And again. And again. Each time, he caught himself. Each time, his jaw got tighter.
You stretched. A small, deliberate movement, arching your back on the couch, pointing your toes. His gaze snapped to the motion.
"So anyway," you said, casually, "that's the paper."
"Mm."
You shifted your legs. Slowly. So slowly he couldn't call it out. And your feet — bare, small — slid across the couch cushions until they came to rest against his thigh.
He went very still.
You kept talking. About nothing. About the party, about Nobara, about a class you'd almost failed last semester. Your feet pressed gently against his thigh. You kept them there. You watched his profile.
Then you pushed your feet higher — up his thigh, over the front of the sweatpants — and the soles of your feet came to rest directly against his crotch.
His breath caught.
Sharp. Audible. A hitch in the quiet living room.
"What are you doing?"
His voice had gone low. Strained. His whole body had gone rigid.
"Nothing."
You pressed. Softly. Just the pressure of your feet, a slow circular movement.
"Hey." He looked at you. His eyes were black. "Stop."
You didn't stop. You pressed harder, rolled your feet in slow circles, and felt him hardening underneath. Thick. Growing. The gray fabric doing nothing to hide it.
A giggle escaped you — drunk, delighted. "You're hard."
"Yeah," he said through his teeth. "That happens when someone's foot is on my dick."
"Whoops."
"You're drunk." He wrapped his hand around your ankle — firm, not gentle — and lifted your feet off his lap. "You need to sleep."
He stood up. Ran a hand down his face. "I'll get you a blanket."
"Toji—"
"Sleep. I'm serious."
He turned to walk toward the hallway.
You got up. Fast. The blood rushed to your head and the world tilted for a half-second, but you crossed the living room in three steps and grabbed his wrist.
"No."
"Don't—"
You pulled. Hard. He let you pull — because you could not have moved him if he didn't — and you tugged him back toward the couch and pushed at his chest, and he sat down, and you stood in front of him, between his knees.
He looked up at you. His expression was complicated — dark, conflicted, something in him warring with something else, and losing.
You reached behind you. Found the zipper. Pulled it down.
The dress slid off your shoulders. Down your arms. Pooled at your feet.
You stood in front of him in nothing but a black thong. No bra. The soft light from the lamp warming your skin. His eyes moved over you — slowly, hungrily, his mouth parting slightly — and you could hear his breathing change.
"Fuck," he said. Quiet. Almost reverent. "Fuck, you're—"
"Two years," you said. Your voice was steady even though your heart was slamming. "Two years of waiting. It's enough, Toji."
"You're drunk—"
"I know what I want."
You dropped to your knees between his legs.
"No — hey — wait—" His hands came up, reaching for your shoulders like he was going to stop you, but the movement was slow, half-hearted, a man going through the motions of resistance while already losing. "You shouldn't—"
"I beg to differ."
Your hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants. He didn't stop you. You pulled them down — he lifted his hips, helping despite himself — and his cock sprang free, thick and hard and flushed. You made a small, involuntary sound at the sight of it.
"Holy fuck," he breathed. His hand came up, tangled in your hair. "Fuck, you're really—"
You wrapped your hand around him. He hissed. You lowered your mouth and licked from base to tip, swirling your tongue around the head, and his head dropped back against the couch with a groan.
"Shit—"
You took him into your mouth. Deep. Slow. Drew back and sucked, hollowing your cheeks, tongue working against the underside. His hand tightened in your hair — not pulling, just holding, his fingers shaking.
"Goddamn," he muttered. "Goddamn, look at you—"
You pulled off with a wet sound and looked up at him. His face was flushed, eyes black, lips parted. You stroked him with your hand while you caught your breath, thumb swiping the slickness at the tip.
"Been thinking about this," you whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck—"
You took him back into your mouth. Deeper this time. He cursed again, louder — a string of filthy words that ran together: fuck fuck fuck baby take it god so pretty on your knees. His hand cradled the back of your head, not forcing, just following.
"That's it — that's so fucking good — look at you sucking me like you were made for it—"
You moaned around him. The vibration made him jerk.
"Don't do that—" he gritted. "Gonna make me come in your mouth and I'm not ready—"
You pulled off. Stroked him with your hand. Your spit made him slick. His chest was rising and falling hard, and his eyes were fixed on you like he couldn't look away.
He leaned forward. His hands found your breasts — both of them — cupping, squeezing, thumbs rolling over your nipples. A sound broke out of you.
"Been thinking about these too," he muttered. "God, they're perfect—"
You took his hand off, shifted — and pushed your breasts together around his cock.
He swore. Loudly. "Oh, fuck—"
You stroked him with your tits, sliding up and down his length, your hands pressing them together. The head of his cock disappeared and reappeared in the valley of your cleavage with every stroke. You licked the tip each time it emerged, and his hips started to move, thrusting up to meet you.
"Look at you," he groaned. His voice was wrecked. "Look at you, squeezing your tits around my cock — jerking me off with these perfect fucking tits—"
You moaned at that. His hands came down, replacing yours, squeezing your breasts together as he fucked the space between them, his eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing between them.
"I'm gonna come," he warned. "Fuck, I'm—"
"Do it," you breathed. "On me."
"Fuck—"
Two more strokes and he came — hot thick spurts across your chest, your collarbone, your neck. A long, low groan tore out of him. His fingers dug into your breasts. His head dropped back against the couch, his chest heaving.
"Holy shit," he panted. "Holy shit."
You looked up at him. Flushed, covered in his cum, tits still in his hands.
He looked down at you. His eyes traveled over you slowly — the mess he'd made across your chest, your lips, the way you were still on your knees between his thighs. Something in his expression shifted. Cracked open.
"Don't fucking move."
He got up. Disappeared into the bathroom. Came back with a warm washcloth and dropped to his knees in front of you, and cleaned you — carefully, thoroughly, wiping down your chest and your neck with surprising gentleness.
Then he grabbed your jaw and kissed you.
Hard. Deep. His tongue pushing past yours, one hand still cupping your jaw, the other sliding around to grip the back of your neck. He kissed you like he was apologizing and claiming you at the same time.
"You're killing me," he muttered against your mouth. "You know that?"
"Mm-hm."
"Two years." He bit your lower lip. "Two fucking years. And you show up at my door in that dress and drop to your knees and I'm a dead man."
"Bedroom, Toji."
He didn't answer. He stood up, lifted you with him — one arm under your thighs, one around your back, scooping you up like you weighed nothing — and carried you down the hall.
He kicked the door open. Walked you to the bed. Laid you down on your back.
The room was dark. Just streetlight coming through the blinds, striping the bed in silver. He stood over you and pulled the compression shirt over his head, and every line of his body was carved in shadow and pale light — the broad chest, the thick shoulders, the scars, the abs, the line of dark hair disappearing below.
"You don't know what you've done," he said, climbing onto the bed. "You don't fucking know."
He knelt between your thighs and looked down at you. Ran his hands up your legs — slow, possessive, cataloguing every inch. His fingers traced the string of your thong where it sat low on your hips.
"Look at this pretty little thing." He hooked a finger under the strap. Pulled it up, then let it snap back. You gasped. "Cute."
He didn't take it off.
Instead, he hooked two fingers into the side — and pulled the fabric aside, baring you to him. He stared down at you and made a sound in his throat — a low, guttural sound.
"Such a pretty little pussy," he muttered. "Fuck. Been imagining this for so long."
He dropped down.
You thought he was going to fuck you. Instead he buried his face between your thighs and ate you like he was starving.
"Oh — fuck—"
His tongue was everywhere at once — broad, flat strokes, then the point of it circling your clit, then pushing inside you. He made sounds against you — hungry, obscene, groaning like he was the one getting off. His hands gripped your thighs and yanked them wider, opening you up, shoving his face in deeper.
"So fucking good," he muttered against your pussy. "So fucking good, been dreaming about this taste—"
He licked from your entrance to your clit in one long, dragging stroke, and your back arched off the bed. He did it again. And again. He was loud about it — sloppy, wet, groaning, not stopping to breathe, eating you out like a man who'd been denied food for weeks. His nose pressed against your clit. His chin was slick.
"Toji — oh my god — Toji—"
He sucked your clit into his mouth and your hips bucked off the bed. His hands pinned them back down. He worked you with his tongue — relentless, focused, obsessed — until you were clawing the sheets and making sounds you didn't recognize.
Then he slid up your body. Slowly. Kissing his way up — your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breast. He lifted your arm above your head, pinned your wrist to the pillow, and dragged his tongue along the tender skin of your armpit.
"Toji—" You jerked, shocked. "What are you—"
"Shh." His voice was ragged, low. "You don't know what you smell like to me. What you taste like. I've been going insane." He licked again, slower, pressing his mouth into the hollow. "Going fucking insane."
He kept going — kissing, licking — down your arm, across your collarbone, finally meeting your mouth. He kissed you filthy, tongue pushing in, letting you taste yourself on him. You moaned into it and he groaned back.
Then he lined up.
The head of his cock pressed against you — bare, hot, already slick with your own wetness from his mouth. You felt him, no condom, no barrier. Just him.
"You sure?" His jaw was clenched. His forehead pressed to yours.
"Yes."
"I hope you're on birth control, sweetheart." His voice was rough, almost dazed. "Because I'm gonna pump you so fucking full. Gonna breed you."
"I'm on it—"
"Good fucking girl."
He pushed in.
Your mouth fell open. No sound — the sensation was too much for sound. He sank into you inch by inch, bare, the raw feel of him thick and hot and overwhelming. He was big enough that the stretch bordered on too much, but your body opened for him like it had been waiting, and he bottomed out with a groan that shook through his whole chest.
"Fuck," he breathed against your neck. "Fuck, you feel — god. You feel so fucking good."
"Toji—"
"I've been jacking off to you for so long." His hips moved — slow at first, a deep grind. "Two years of thinking about what you'd feel like. And you're — fuck — better than anything I imagined."
He started fucking you.
Deep, hard strokes. His hand found the headboard, bracing. His other arm slid under your lower back, pulling your hips up into every thrust. The bed frame knocked against the wall in a steady, obscene rhythm.
"Look at you taking me," he groaned. "Taking all of me. Bare. Fuck—"
"Daddy—"
The word slipped out and his whole body jerked. His thrusts got harder.
"Yeah?" His hand came up to your throat. Pressed — not squeezing, just holding, his thumb at your pulse. "That what you want? You want daddy to fuck you stupid?"
"Yes — yes—"
"Such a good fucking girl."
His hand slid down to your ankle, lifted one of your legs up — not over his shoulder yet, just up, angling it so your foot hovered near his face. He turned his head. Pressed his lips to the arch.
"Toji—"
"Shh."
He sucked your big toe into his mouth.
You made a sound you didn't recognize — a broken, startled whimper, because the heat of his mouth on your foot while his cock was buried in you was short-circuiting your brain. His tongue dragged across the pads of your toes. Then slower — from the ball of your foot, down the arch, to the heel — a long wet stroke that made your whole body jolt.
"Oh my god—"
"Yeah?" He watched you over the top of your foot. His hips were still thrusting, slow and deep. "You like that too?" His tongue flicked across your ankle. "Freaky fucking girl."
He dragged his tongue along the underside of your foot one more time, teeth grazing, and then kissed your ankle and hooked both your legs up over his shoulders. Folded you in half. The new angle drove him deeper, and a cry tore out of you. His hand was still on your throat. His eyes were on your face, drinking in every reaction, watching you come apart.
"What would Megumi think, huh?" His voice was a low growl. His hips slammed into you. "What would he think if he could see you right now? Folded up like this, taking his old man bare?"
You came.
The combination broke you — the words, the pressure on your throat, the depth of him, the filth of it. You shattered around him, clenching, crying out, your nails raking his arms.
He fucked you through it, his rhythm ragged. "That's it — that's my good girl — come on my cock—"
"Toji — inside — please—"
"Yeah — fuck — gonna fill you up—"
His thrusts got erratic. His arms were shaking. "I'm — baby, I'm cumming — I'm—" His breath hitched, his hips stuttering, and on the next thrust it hit him — "cumming—" He buried himself deep and came, his hips grinding, rutting through it, each pulse punctuated by a broken curse. "Fuck — fuck — take it — fuck—"
He rode out his orgasm against you, rocking into you, hips jerking in aftershocks long after he'd finished. You felt every pulse — hot, thick, pumping into you — and the sensation made you clench around him all over again.
He collapsed over you, forehead against yours, breathing like he'd run a mile.
For a long moment, nothing but breathing.
Then he pulled back. Looked down at where your bodies were joined. His jaw tightened.
"Turn over," he said.
"What?"
"Hands and knees. Now."
You rolled over. Got onto your hands and knees. He gripped your hips — hard — and pulled them up, positioning you exactly how he wanted.
He dragged his fingers through your folds, through the mess of his cum already leaking out of you. Made a sound in his throat.
"Fuck, look at you," he muttered. "Dripping for me. Full of me."
He leaned down.
You didn't realize what he was doing until you felt his tongue — dragging up through your folds from behind, licking up his own mess, groaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
"Toji—"
"I know. I know, sweetheart. I'm fucked up." He licked again, deeper. "Can't help it. You taste too good."
His tongue moved higher — to your asshole — and you jolted forward. His hands clamped on your hips and dragged you back onto his mouth.
"Hold still."
He ate your ass like he'd been thinking about it for two years, because he probably had. Long, wet strokes of his tongue, groaning against you, his stubble scraping sensitive skin. Your forehead pressed to the pillow and you were making sounds that weren't words.
"Filthy fucking girl," he muttered against you. "Letting me eat this ass. God, I knew you were gonna be perfect—"
He pulled back eventually. Spit on your pussy, one hot thick stream, watched it drip down. Then he lined up and pushed in.
From this angle he felt deeper. Impossibly deep. You dropped your forehead back to the pillow and moaned.
He set a brutal pace immediately. No warm-up. His hand was on your lower back, pinning you down, and his hips snapped into yours with a force that shoved you up the mattress every single time. The bed frame was shrieking against the wall — loud, rhythmic, undeniable. Every thrust made the whole bed creak and jolt.
"This ass," he groaned. His hands kneaded your cheeks, spreading them, grabbing. "Fuck, this ass — look at it bounce, look how it jiggles for me—"
Smack. His palm came down across your right cheek. You yelped. He did it again, harder, on the left. Then he just watched — fucking into you and watching the way your ass recoiled against his hips with every thrust, the way it moved, the way it shook.
"Goddamn," he muttered. Almost to himself. "Goddamn, I'm losing my mind—"
He leaned down over your back. Dragged his tongue up your spine — slow, wet, all the way from the small of your back to the nape of your neck. You shivered under him, every nerve lighting up.
"Such a nice tight ass," he breathed against your skin. He bit the meat of your cheek — teeth sinking in, sucking — then bit the other side. "I could fuck this ass for hours. I'm not gonna — not tonight — but fuck I want to—"
His thumb pressed against your asshole. Slick with spit. He pushed the tip in — just the pad of it — and the combination of his cock and his thumb and his words and the bed creaking and everything made your brain short-circuit.
"Taking everything I give you," he groaned. "Such a good fucking girl—"
Then his arms snaked around you from behind. He pulled you up — off your hands, flush against his chest, your back to his front. One hand grabbed your throat. The other came up to cup your breast, kneading, rolling your nipple between his fingers, squeezing.
"These perfect fucking tits," he muttered in your ear. His hips were still snapping up into you, driving you down onto his cock. "I've been obsessed. Jacking off to these tits. To your ass. I've been a fucking mess—"
He turned your face toward his and kissed you.
Filthy. Open-mouthed. Tongue-deep. He kissed you while he fucked you from behind, his hand on your throat, his other hand on your tit, and you were making sounds into his mouth that were barely human. He pulled back just enough to drag his tongue across your lips.
"Open."
You opened your mouth.
He spit into it.
Your eyes rolled back. Something in your brain broke clean in half. He watched you swallow, and his pupils blew wide, and he groaned.
"Fuck. Filthy girl. Look at you—"
His hand came up and gave your cheek a light slap. Not hard. Just a tap — playful, possessive — and your clenched around him so hard he hissed.
"Yeah? You like that?" Another light slap, the other cheek. "Such a freaky little thing. Who would've guessed."
You were gone. Completely gone. You were somewhere else — another universe, another body — and everything was his cock and his hands and his voice and the creaking bed and the wet obscene sounds of him pounding into you.
"Tell me you're mine," he muttered against your ear.
"I'm yours—"
"Mine. Fuck. Say it again—"
"Yours — daddy, I'm yours—"
"Good girl."
He pushed you back down. Onto your hands and knees. Grabbed both your wrists and pulled them behind your back, crossing them at the small of your spine, pinning you, arching you. Your face pressed into the pillow. Your body was completely his.
The angle was devastating. He was hitting something deep — somewhere that made stars burst behind your eyes — and you were making noises that weren't words.
"Look at you," he muttered. Low. Dazed. "I can't — I can't fucking think straight. Two years of wanting this and now I'm balls-deep in you and I can't stop. Can't get enough. I'm losing it. Losing my fucking mind—"
His thrusts were getting sloppy. Desperate. Pussy-drunk.
"Gonna fuck you every night. Every morning. Gonna keep you in this bed—"
"Toji—"
"Bet Megumi's jerked off thinking about you," he muttered. His voice cracked. "Bet he's got no fucking clue his old man got there first."
Your whole body clenched around him. Hard. Involuntary.
He froze for half a second. Then groaned — a broken, desperate sound — and his hips snapped forward twice as hard.
"Oh, you liked that." His voice was wrecked. "You liked that, didn't you? Yeah? You like being fucked by Megumi's daddy?"
Your mouth fell open. Your eyes rolled. Your brain was gone — absolutely gone — and what came out of your mouth came out without permission, without thought, stupid and dick-drunk and honest:
"Yeah — Megumi's daddy is so fucking hot—"
Toji made a sound like he'd been punched.
His jaw clenched so hard you heard it. His hips stuttered. He squeezed his eyes shut, and you could see him fighting it — physically fighting not to come right then and there.
"Fuck," he gritted out. "Fuck, you can't — you can't say shit like that. I'm gonna — fuck — hold on—"
He took three breaths. Forced himself back from the edge. Then he gripped your hips and fucked you harder than before.
"Freaky fucking girl," he muttered. "Goddamn, you're perfect. You're fucking perfect. Made for this. Made for me—"
"I'm gonna come—"
"Come on my cock. Come for daddy. Come for Megumi's daddy—"
You broke.
You screamed into the pillow. Your body clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, your vision whiting out, the orgasm rolling through you in waves that felt like dying. Your arms would've collapsed if he hadn't been holding your wrists.
"Goddamn," he muttered. "Goddamn, that pussy—"
His rhythm turned sloppy. Desperate.
"Fuck — gonna fill you up again—"
"Yes—"
He buried himself deep and came — hot, thick, pulsing inside you all over again. No warning, no asking, just taking what he wanted. He let go of your wrists and his hands flew to your hips, holding you locked against him as he emptied himself, groaning your name and curses in equal measure.
He collapsed forward. Caught himself on his forearms. His chest against your back, his breath hot on your neck.
Neither of you moved for a long time.
Eventually he pulled out. Rolled onto his back beside you, one arm flung over his face.
You lay on your stomach. Your body was wrecked. Your thighs were sticky. Your ass stung. Your wrists ached. You'd never felt better in your life.
"I think I blacked out," he muttered.
You laughed into the pillow. "Metaphorically?"
"I don't know anymore."
He rolled onto his side, facing you. His hand came up, brushed hair off your face.
"You okay?" His voice had softened. The growl was gone. "I was — that was rough."
"I'm good."
"You sure?"
"I'm better than good."
He studied your face. Then his hand trailed down — over your shoulder, your back, coming to rest on the curve of your ass. Gentle now. Possessive.
"I'm gonna need a minute," he said.
"For what?"
"Round three."
You laughed again. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious." His hand squeezed your ass. "I told you. I've been jerking off to you for two years. I have a lot of making up to do."
"You're insatiable."
"I'm obsessed." He said it flatly. "I've been fucking obsessed with you. I'm not even sorry about it."
You shifted closer to him. He pulled you against his chest, tucked you under his chin. His hand stayed on your ass.
"This is going to be a problem," he murmured into your hair.
"Probably."
"I don't care."
"Neither do I."
"Megumi—"
"Not tonight."
"Not tonight."
His heart was slowing under your ear. His skin was warm. The whole room smelled like sex and cedar and him.
"Two years," he said. Quietly. "Holy fuck."
"Worth the wait?"
His arm tightened around you.
"Worth every fucking second."
You woke up tangled in his sheets, in his bed, with his arm heavy across your waist and sunlight coming through the blinds.
For a moment, you didn't move. You just lay there, listening to him breathe, feeling the steady weight of his body behind yours. Your muscles ached everywhere. You were definitely going to be wearing long sleeves and high collars for a week.
You shifted, and he stirred. Mumbled something. His arm tightened.
"Stay," he muttered into your hair.
"I should—"
"Stay."
You stayed.
Twenty minutes later you reached for your phone on the nightstand. It had been on silent all night, which — given what had happened — was probably a gift from god.
The notifications were a disaster.
Nobara (2:14am): so did you get home safe or did you GET HOME 👀
Nobara (2:31am): the silence is TELLING
Nobara (3:47am): ok I'll wait until morning but I am RUNNING out of patience
Nobara (8:02am): GOOD MORNING. DETAILS. IMMEDIATELY.
Nobara (8:04am): if you're at his house right now respond with a single emoji and I will lose my MIND
Nobara (8:19am): I am eating breakfast and staring at my phone like a freak PLEASE
You snorted. Behind you, Toji groaned and pulled you tighter against him.
"What's funny."
"Nobara."
"Kugisaki." He said it flatly. "She figure it out?"
"She figured it out two years ago."
"Mm." A pause. "Smart girl."
You tapped out a reply:
You: 🙃
Your phone exploded immediately.
Nobara: I KNEW IT
Nobara: I CALLED IT
Nobara: I TOLD YOU
Nobara: I want every detail. every. single. one.
Nobara: was it good
Nobara: it was good wasn't it
Nobara: babe
Nobara: BABE
You put the phone face-down on the nightstand.
Toji was watching you. He'd rolled onto his side at some point, propped on one elbow, and his eyes were soft in a way you were still getting used to.
"What?" you asked.
He didn't answer right away. He reached out and brushed a piece of hair off your face. His hand lingered — fingertips tracing your jaw, your cheekbone.
"We need to talk," he said.
Your stomach dropped a little. "That sounds ominous."
"It's not ominous." His thumb stroked your cheek. "It's just — I need to know what this is. Before I let myself get any further in than I already am."
You propped yourself up on your elbow, facing him. "What do you want it to be?"
He held your eyes. "Real."
"Real."
"I'm not interested in getting my fix and then pretending this didn't happen." His voice was even. Certain. "That's not — I'm too old for that, for one. And for two, I've been carrying this around for two years. I'm not wasting it on a one-night thing."
Something warm unfurled in your chest. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"I want it real too."
His jaw relaxed. You hadn't noticed how tight it had been until it wasn't.
"Okay," he said. Quieter. "Good."
He was quiet for a moment. His thumb kept tracing patterns on your cheek.
"There's a problem," he said.
"Megumi."
"Megumi." His mouth tightened. "He's gonna lose his shit."
"Yeah."
"I'm serious. He'd take it hard. Not just the age thing — the fact that it's me. He and I have a complicated enough history without this on top."
"I know."
"I'm not saying forever. I'm saying — we need time. I need to figure out how to tell him. When to tell him." He paused. "Can you live with that? Keeping this quiet for a while?"
You thought about it. Not for long. Megumi was your friend — had been for two years, across his father's driveway and countless neighborhood barbecues. You owed him the respect of not having him find out through party gossip or an accidental sighting.
"Yeah," you said. "I can live with that."
"It's not going to be permanent."
"I know."
"I'm not trying to hide you. I just need to handle it right."
"Toji." You put your hand over his. "I get it. It's okay."
His shoulders eased. He leaned in and kissed you — soft, slow, different from every kiss last night. Warm without heat. Certain without urgency.
"Come here," he murmured.
You climbed onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you again, lazier. His hand trailed down your back.
"Tow truck at noon," he muttered against your mouth. "That gives us four hours."
"Four hours to do what?"
"I've got ideas."
"I bet you do."
He flipped you under him, and you laughed, and his mouth was on your neck.
Your phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Nobara: hello???
Nobara: i am GOING INSANE
You ignored it. You'd deal with Nobara later. You'd deal with Megumi eventually. You'd deal with all of it.
But not now. Now was Toji's weight on top of you, and his mouth on your skin, and the slow certainty of knowing this was going to be something — complicated, secret, hard to manage, and entirely worth it.
You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him down.
The third time, it wouldn’t end, he couldn’t find release, and she suffered greatly, growing anxious with him. They moved from the inner chamber to the outer chamber, finally returning to the small couch behind the screen. It was stuffy and cramped, fortunately they were both so thin.
When it finally ended, Yan Shang’s hand still rested on Mu Wanyao’s waist and he fell back without a word. The bedding had been thrown to the floor, and Yan Shang fell onto the couch with a thud, his head hitting the wooden board.
Mu Wanyao was startled and quickly bent to check on him.
She saw that he had merely fallen asleep.
Mu Wanyao lowered her head, enduring the soreness as her fingers brushed over his peaceful brows and eyes, sweeping across the weariness on his face.
She gently kissed his lips and said softly: “So you also have times when you use desire to vent your emotions.
“So you also collapse after finishing… you also have the same emotions as other men.
“Second Brother Yan, I’m so happy you trust me this much. We’ll walk this path together.”—
That's how you combine sex and character/relationship development.
In real world, those two would need so much therapy but good luck with that!
I dont know about yall but I loved the scene in episode 12 where Yu Yeon teases Hee Jo that she needs to cooperate to add family members to their home 🤭
Here is a fic inspired by this scene. This is smutty smut smut smut, which goes without saying. Enjoy!
"Cooperate" he said, his smile getting wider as he walked to their bedroom.
"If you want this house to be lively, we need more family members"
She giggled as he pushed through the door and placed her on the edge of the bed. He immediately began to undress her. Kneeling, he removed her slippers. "I can already picture it, 4 sets of slippers by the front door."
She smiles as her heart warms "a boy and a girl?" She asks, her hands finding his shoulders.
His hands which had continued to undress her with purpose, finding the button and zipper of her pants paused. He looked at her in thought.
"Yes, we need a little girl who looks just like you and I think she'll need a big brother."
The playful air continues as she shimmies out of her pants with his assistance. "Oh really? A boy first then" she said "with fierce brown eyes and that nose of yours."
She was almost naked now with only her undergarments remaining. His hands explored her skin and she was beginning to get wet.
'I don't care what they look like,' he continued. "Whatever we create together will be beautiful."
Tenderly he kissed her belly, then standing he made quick work of his clothes while she also finished undressing.
His eyes remained fixed on her as he undressed and the playfulness in the air gradually turned into something more heated. As he finished undressing and moved toward her she swallowed.
He was so beautiful, this husband of hers. That's why it was so easy to picture a life with him. To picture their home filled with laughter and joy. After everything they had been through, this was all she wanted.
Once he reached her, the height difference with her sitting meant it was easy to reach out to him and make her intentions clear. She wrapped one hand around the base of him as her lips found the head. Tenderly she kissed him. She felt it as he thickened and grew harder. Then she really began.
Mouth opening she swirled her tongue as she took him as far as she could. Head bobbing she heard him groan and release a deep breath. His enjoyment only made her hotter and she clenched her legs closed. Using one hand for purchase on his hip the other assisted her, moving up and down as her mouth continued to suction.
Coming up for air her tongue found the vein running on the underside of his member. She spent a few moments exploring it. Loving the feel, she hummed. Then just as quickly she took him back into her mouth.
The room filled with sounds of her pleasing him. His hips began to make shallow thrusts, seeking her mouth when she withdrew.
She was getting high off the scent and feel of him. As she continued her own hips began to circle, seeking some kind of friction.
Their eyes collided as he hit the back of her throat and one of his hands clenched in her hair.
"Enough" he said, pulling her off. "There's only one place I'll be cumming in tonight.
She smiled, "there's only one place I want you to fill me."
He sometimes couldn't believe this was the same Hee-Jo. Now without restraints, she was a pleasure to behold. Her impersonating 406 was only the beginning of her sharp tongue and easy wit.
His wife.
His spirit rejoiced each time he thought of it. Now everyone knew, and she was not Baek Sa-Eon's wife. She was his, Baek Yu-Yeon's wife.
The fact that she wanted a family, wanted them to create and make an impact on this world was the cherry on top. And he loved the idea of her pregnant.
The more he thought about it ,the wilder it made him. Heejo full and glowing growing their child. Waddling beside him as they made their way.
He scooped her up and threw her further onto the bed. She squealed and laughed as she bounced. He loved that they could be equal parts playful and full of heat.
As he made his way up, he kissed various areas. Her feet, thigh. Her belly - which he was quickly becoming obsessed with at the prospect of her getting pregnant. His mouth found one of her nipples then the other while his fingers found her entrance. He used her wetness to fill her with 2 fingers. Her back arched as his fingers and mouth worked together to give her pleasure.
"Ahh. Yu Yeon please!" Her cry was desperate.
"Please what baby?" His mouth left her nipple and found her neck as his fingers continued their torture.
"Ahh- hmmm" she sqirmed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "You know," her breath rushed out "what I want".
"I do," he said "but I want to hear you say it."
Her hips chased his fingers as he thrust them. With her head back, hair fanning out behind her and her back arched she was a sight to behold.
"Please" her head moved side to side "I need you. I want you to give me that baby boy we were just talking about."
Her words propelled him to action. He found her entrance. At the same time, he lifted her so her thighs sat on either side of his and sank her onto him and with one thrust was embedded within her.
Her hands came up around his neck as he thrust a satisfied sound leaving her throat. Together they chased their pleasure. She was meeting each of his thrust with wild enthusiasm, one of her hands moving up to grip his hair.
She felt like heaven. Her walls contracting around him each time he moved.
"god hee jo" he continued to half lift her as he thrust but he did not have to do much. Using her thighs for momentum she also lifted and rode him. Her mouth found his and she kissed him. "Give me a baby" she whispered.
He moaned, thrust becoming more frantic.
She yelped when he picked her up and placed her back on the mattress. Her legs wrapped around his back as he resumed thrusting. He could hear and feel her wetness as he slowed his movement. With this position he could stare into her eyes. He could see each flicker and flare that his movement caused. He could kiss her.
Their now slow lovemaking had her whimpering. She reached up and cupped his face. "I love you, I can't wait to carry your child".
"Ah!" Her words would be his undoing. She knew it too. It only made sense after years of not hearing her speak at all. Now she murmured words of encouragement, told him what he was making her feel. Begged him for a child.
He came inside her with a groan. Her legs still wrapped around his waist tightened to hold him in place. He released a deep exhale and came down to his elbows to kiss her again.
As he pulled out some of his release came out. Without breaking eye contact he used his finger to place it back into her. He felt her twitch, sensitive from their lovemaking.
"You know I won't be able to do this-" he lifted and flipped her easily onto her stomach. "I'll have to be gentle with you."
With her head resting on her arms she looked at him and slightly lifted her rear. "Better enjoy it while you can then."
He entered her from behind, placing some of his weight on her he began to move again. It would be a long night.
