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[battleshipwrites]

𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 // ᴅɪᴄᴋ ɢʀᴀʏsᴏɴ

tags: 18+ MDNI, minors do not interact, no explicit sub/dom, fem!reader, needy!dick, overstimulation mention, hair-pulling kink if you squint, lemme know if more tags needed | 700 words

He was under you on the couch, his hands wandering your waist as the two of you kissed. You were supposed to be leaving the house for a gala right about now, but then you’d put on a navy blue dress that’d fit a little too well, and now you were here.

Technically, this wasn’t the worst way to end up, but the two of you had sworn you wouldn’t be late again, and this time around you had on lipstick that was now smudged all over his lips and neck. You'd end up missing the event as a whole if you let this continue.

“Dick, we gotta go,” you say, pulling away from him properly and sitting up so you're straddling him more than anything. His hands were left on your hips, and he was a sight. His tie was loose– near undone– and his neck and jawline was covered in lipstick prints from earlier. Not to mention his lips currently had more lipstick on them than yours.

He was looking up at you, still mildly dazed as you waited for his reply, not quite standing up yet but knowing you should. He frowned as the words seemed to process.

“Just 20 more minutes, then we’ll go.” He sits up, coming to meet your lips again as he speaks, one hand moving to cup your jaw when you allow him to. You indulge him (and yourself) for a moment more before properly standing up, and grabbing his arm. He pouts once more and you hood back a laugh, instead a fond smile appears on your face.

“C’mon, we’ll freshen up but we gotta go,” you sigh, him finally getting up and following you to the bathroom. Shutting the door it was relatively easy to fix up your makeup, and then his lips and neck, and it would’ve been all sorted if as you were cleaning him up his hands didn’t start wandering under your dress. 

You were sitting on the counter, so there wasn’t much to do except give him a short look before continuing. It didn’t do much (shocker). Your hand paused for a moment on his neck when his hands slid up higher on your thighs, toying with the lace of your panties with a grin as he watched you take a breath before continuing.

“You alright?” He asks, near mockingly as you glare at him, although it’s cut short when his hand starts to tug your panties down. You actually stop him this time.

“Dick,” you mutter, and he pauses, keeping eye contact as you stare each other down. He wins when one of his hands slips your panties further down your legs and your hand on his neck grips tighter.

Before you know it he’s kneeling, your dress pooled around your waist and legs hooked over his shoulders as he eats you out like a man starved. Your head was thrown back, one hand in his hair as the other grips onto the counter like you’ll die if you let go. He was very obviously grinning, something you didn’t need to be looking at him to tell as his tongue laved through your folds before diving back into your cunt with his tongue and two of his fingers that’d been slowly but surely destroying you for- fuck you don’t even know how long.

You were sure the both of you were going to be getting a talk tomorrow by someone from his family, or your boss, but right now it didn’t seem of high importance as you felt a knot in your stomach tighten, eyes rolling back as his free hand digs into the meat of your thigh. 

A moan left your throat as you clutched at his hair when you came, his face still buried between your legs as if he belonged there (he sure felt like he did) as he helped you through your orgasm. The issue arose when he didn’t pull away after, instead speeding up steadily once more despite you tugging at his hair. 

He wasn’t listening, your moans gaining volume as time went on, tugs on his head being a mix between ‘get away’ and ‘don’t stop’ that made him groan into you, only spurring you on more.

It was going to be a long night.