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Flustered pt. 3

sub!Schlatt x fem!reader Summary: Reader takes schlatt home and finally gives him a taste of what he's been craving Warnings: this is just porn. Overstiumulation, degradation, oral f & m, just basic smut stuff nothing too crazy. Let me know if you notice anything you think I should add. A/N: Part 3 has finally arrived, at a whopping 8k words! Read part 1 and part 2 here, thank you for being patient ❤️ Lovely ppl who were interested in pt 3: @angelblessedd @forslimslime @sleepdepr1v3d @olive823 @invadermeweatsshart @lilalovesmotley @imgayandvoreethatsall @imsotiredrnlol @schlattslonghairytoes @the-slimebox @nagisasugino @stfukyfpt @nagisasugino @elliejell @invadermeweatsshart @lilalovesmotley

The air is cold as you stand outside, leaning against Schlatt as you pull yourself deeper into your coat. There are thick swarms of crowds making their way through the streets, a few other people before you flagging down cabs as you wait for the crowds to thin out to flag down your own. You can't help but notice the way Schlatt stiffens nervously beside you when you lean against him, feeling your chest flutter as you watch the shy smile spread across his face.

He has a soft red flush to his face, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose dusted with colour, likely from both your closeness and the chill in the air. His nose scrunches up every now and again, almost a twitch, as he shoves his hands deeper into his pocket, chewing on his lip as his eyes dart over to you. You laugh softly when you see his flustered state when he sees you've caught him staring, surprised you're already looking at him. His tall figure blocks the lights from the streetlamps so he's all you can focus on, illuminated by a gold halo around him. You feel yourself swallow harshly as you stare, admiring him as your heart races in your chest.

"Schlatt?" you say gently into the cold air, biting your lip as you watch him hum in agreement, seeing his throat bob as he swallows. You reach out gently and take his chin in your hand, turning him to look down at you, "can I kiss you?"

You see his eyes widen as a small puff of white cold air leaves his lips, staring down at you wordlessly as he nods. You smile, your heart hammering in your chest as you stand on your toes and lean forward, connecting your lips to his in a gentle kiss. His lips are rougher than you expected, cracked and dry from the winter air, but they warm up quickly. It's soft and sweet, the nervous butterflies in your stomach a stark contrast to the burn you felt in your core in the restaurant.

His eyes flutter closed, a small sound escaping his lips when he feels your soft lips press against his gently. He's stiff against you, awkward, trying to match the gentle movement of your lips against his as he struggles to get his body to work in tandem with the speed of his brain. His heart is hammering in his chest, his hand stuck to his side to prevent himself from grabbing a hold of you, his lungs burning for air as he forgets his need to breathe.

You pull away, biting your lip to stop the giddy laugh that threatens to bubble out, looking up at Schlatt. He has a dopey grin on his face, frozen in place where you pulled away, eyes still shut as his brain slowly catches back up to reality. By the time he's opening his eyes again, you're making your way through the crowd, calling out to a taxi as he stumbles along to catch up with you.

He follows behind you, pausing his words when you put a hand up to silence him, opening the door to the cab. You crawl in gracefully, at this point he's unabashed in his staring as he eyes your ass as you speak to the driver, telling him your address. He bends down to say goodbye, brows furrowing when your hand wraps around his wrist and tugs him forward into the cab, "come on," you say as you watch him settle into the seat opposite you, "you're not gonna make me go home alone are you?"

The drive is quiet, your eyes glued to the houses along the road as you pass, Schlatt's eyes glued to you. He can't tear his eyes away from you, your legs stretched out onto the seat next to him, heels locked over each other as you lean back in your seat. He has his hands glued to his lap, trying desperately to work up the courage to touch you, body still humming from the kiss you shared outside.

It startles you when he does, his gentle touch tickling your leg as his large hand ghosts along the side of your ankle, wrapping firmer around it when you don't kick him away. Your skin warms up under his gentle touch, unhooking your ankles and letting your legs part just slightly to encourage him.

You don't look at him, keeping your gaze locked outside even as you feel his eyes glued to your face, scared he'll spook like a wild animal if you turn. Your dress falls around your legs, the slit in your dress revealing the smooth expanse of your leg closest to him, encouraging his hand further.

Slowly he does. Drags his hand gently up your leg, not by much, until it's resting firmer now against your calf, thumb gently stroking your skin. You feel a warm buzz below the surface of your skin where his hand touches, the heat travelling up your legs to your panties, still wet from earlier. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning when his thumb rubs firmly into your calf.

He's mesmerised watching your legs, watching the way the pressure from his hand indents the soft skin, the way goosebumps blossom up your calf, and up your thigh, tempting his eyes to follow. He can't help but look, watching the way your soft thighs stretch between the seats, the way your dress falls so temptingly between them, hugging the dent of your hip as it barely keeps you covered. His cock twitches in his pants as he sees you part your legs again, your dress shifting as for a brief second the deep red lace of your panties is exposed before just as quickly you're shifting your legs shut again.

You bring your heel to rest on your seat, knee tucked up to your chest as again you adjust the strap, undoing and redoing it with ease as you watch him watch you. His eyes are glued to you, glued to the way your dress shifts against your lap, pupils dilating each time the tiniest bit of red flashes.

He breathes out your name, his throat going dry when you look up at him through your lashes, staring at him sweetly, almost innocently as you adjust your heel. You hum in acknowledgement as he loses his ability to speak when you let your leg drop slightly, parting your thighs more intentionally as you drag your hand along your skin.

You've lost all ability to be subtle, you want to make him squirm.

He feels his cock twitch desperately in his pants as he gets a full view of your panties now, red lace hugging your body teasingly as your nails toy gently with the fabric. He just stares, open mouth, unashamed as he watches you drag a delicate hand up your clothed folds, licking his lips as he watches the wet patch grow more as you tease yourself.

You keep your eyes locked on him, swallowing back a moan as you see his eyes darken as you touch yourself, feeling yourself leak with arousal as you try to stop yourself from squirming in your seat. You try desperately to stay in control as you touch yourself, not wanting to let your dominant mask slip for even a moment.

He grips the seatbelt hard as he watches you slip your hand into your panties, seeing your fingers move back and forth gently under the fabric, wishing so badly you would let him touch you right now. He desperately wants to make you feel good, his grip on the seatbelt only getting tighter as you let out the tiniest moan, tilting your head back against the headrest.

The cab screeches to a halt, jostling you both as the cab driver pulls up to the curb outside your apartment, shifting the small privacy window separating him from you two to the side and passing a card reader back to you. With a tap of your card, you're pulling your hand out of your panties, unbeknownst to the driver, feeling a chill run up your spine as you hear Schlatt groan as he stays planted in his seat.

You get out of the car gracefully as Schlatt just stares, fumbling with his seatbelt when you bend down to look back at him, waiting patiently. He watches you as he slides out, seeing you slide your wet fingers into your mouth and suck them gently before you're taking his hand in yours and leading him away from the street.

As soon as the door shuts behind him his back is pressed up against it, your firm hand pressed against his front as you gaze up at him with a firm stare, one that has his breath catching. He's sure you can feel his heartbeat under your hand, he knows he can feel it going crazy in his chest as you lean into his ear, "I'm gonna kiss you again," you whisper, as you trail your hands up along his shoulders, "I know you know where this is going," you breathe in his ear as you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, "so tell me to stop and I will."

"I want this," he groans as his hand comes down to ghost over your waist softly, turning into a moan when you press your lips against his. The kiss is hungry, months of built-up tension boiling over as your lips collide in a flurry of desire. Your tongue wastes no time, parting his lips and tangling with his as you explore his mouth, your body pressed tightly against his as you pin him to the door. He could easily move you if he wanted to, he could turn the tables so quickly and you could be the one pinned under him, but he doesn't. He lets you have your way. It makes your stomach clench with desire.

He gives up all control at this point, there's no point in hiding how desperate he is for you when he's sure you can feel his hard cock pressing into your stomach as you stand flush against him. All he cares about now is enjoying this feeling, that he's thought about for so long, hands gripping you tightly as he pulls you impossibly closer.

He breaks the kiss when he feels your hand cup his bulge, groaning desperately as he bucks his hips up into your hand. He didn't even feel your hand leave his shoulder, but dear god he can feel you against him now. He pants heavily as he looks down at you, eyes desperate as he begs, "please, Y/N," he moans, cock twitching under your touch when you begin to stroke him, "I need you. I need to feel you."

You shush him gently, mockingly, as you stroke him, feeling his heavy cock throb under your palm even through the fabric of his jeans, "stop whining baby or I'll stop."

He gasps at the nickname, biting his lip as he tries to hold back his needy whines, a broken moan leaving his lips when he feels your unoccupied hand grasp his hip firmly to keep him from bucking out into your touch. It's no use, his attempts to be quiet, he's too desperate at this point, "I'm sorry, I can't help it. You're driving me crazy."

"Just behave ok?" you coo as you stroke his length more deliberately, "you wanna be good for me don’t you?"

He nods eagerly, his eyes fluttering shut as you touch him. He lets out a shaky breath, trying to compose himself as he surrenders to your touch, letting you push him firmer against the door as you toy with him. His whines have turned into straight moans as your strokes become more deliberate, mouth parted in pleasure as he enjoys the feeling as much as he can through the thick fabric.

A particularly well-placed twist of your hand has him shuddering, folding under your touch as his knees buckle from the pleasure, collapsing against you as his hands find purchase on your hips and his face finds comfort in your neck, panting and moaning against the skin. "I need more, Y/N," he moans, he's trying to hold back, to be patient, but it's getting harder and harder with each passing second, "please, I need to touch me properly. "

A smirk drifts onto your lips as your hand finds firm roots in his hair, tugging it so his head is tilted back against the door, "you’ll take what I give you." You relish in the groan you hear from him when your lips plant themselves firmly against the soft skin of his neck he's so graciously exposed to you.

He lets out a strangled moan as you kiss up and down his neck, his body arching against yours. He grips your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he tries to hold himself together, "you're going to leave marks."

"Is that a problem?" you say as you sink your teeth into his neck, a warning for him to behave as you feel his hips faltering under your touch. He just shakes his head wordlessly, panting and groaning as he loses his rhythm, his hips all but rutting against your hand now as he nears his release.

"God look at you," you spit as you laugh mockingly, hand tugging his hair gently to get him to look down at you, "gonna cum in your pants for me?"

He whimpers as you tug his hair, his eyes rolling back in his head as he struggles to keep focus on your face. He's completely lost in the pleasure, unable to form a coherent sentence, all he can do is nod.

"How are you gonna handle my cunt if you can’t even handle my hand?"

He lets out a strangled groan at your words, his cock twitching in his pants, the thought of being inside you is almost too much to bear. "I-I can handle it, I promise," he moans, though he's not sure he believes the words himself at this point, "I'll make you feel so good if you let me. Please, just let me cum."

"Go on baby," you purr, planting a soft kiss against his cheek as you whisper against his skin, "cum."

His body tenses as he lets out a strangled cry, his hips bucking wildly as he cums in his pants. His eyes roll back and his vision goes blurry, the orgasm washing over him like a wave, "f-fuck…"

He leans heavily against the door, gasping for air as he comes down from his high. His body is shaking and he looks completely wrecked, but he's smiling blissfully, "that was amazing."

"What do you say?" you ask sternly as you grip his dick tightly in your hand, watching him shudder underneath you as you remind him you're still in charge.

He winces at the tight grip, his breath hitching in his throat, his legs shaking as he forces himself to open his eyes and look at you, he knows he has to answer you properly, "thank you, Y/N. Thank you for letting me cum."

You smile up at him as you plant a gentle kiss against his lips, soothing your hand through his hair where you had tugged harshly, "that's better."

He lets you take his hand, blindly follows you through your apartment up to your bedroom, ignoring the feeling of his own cum on his skin as he follows you eagerly, his legs still a bit shaky from his orgasm. He lets you lead him to the bedroom, his eyes never leaving your body as you walk in front of him. You walk with a sway of your hips, hugged still by your tight dress, your heels clicking against the floor as you lead him through the hallway. He watches the way you move, mesmerized by your every step. He can't help but admire your confidence and your curves, and he feels himself getting hard again just from looking at you.

As you enter the bedroom he lets himself take a second to breathe as you walk over to turn the lamp on, looking around the room. In any other situation, he would ask about the posters, the trinkets, the guitar. He would find the plush toys endearing and the books fascinating. But he has no time to think about that as you walk back in front of him, cast in the menacing light of your lamp as you stand there, completely in control.

"What do you want me to do now, Y/N?" he asks softly, almost nervously as he shudders under your gaze, watching you chew your lip as you eye him up and down. He shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, seeing the thrill in your eyes as you watch him squirm. He wants to please you, more than anything, but he feels so exposed and vulnerable under your stare.

"Get on your knees," you say firmly, watching as he obeys without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of you. He looks up at you with a mixture of submission and eagerness, waiting for your next command as you tower over him. "Such a good boy," you say as you bend down, tracing your nail along his jaw, watching as he shivers at your touch.

"You wanna make me feel good don't you?" you ask as you lean down further, lips hovering over him as he nods eagerly, as you press your lips together. He melts into the kiss, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. He pulls you closer, desperate for more of your touch. He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he moans softly. He kisses you hungrily, his hands roaming over your body. He can't get enough of you, he needs to feel every inch of you against him, "Tell me," you whisper against his lips as you pull away, your mouth forming a devilish smirk as your hand comes up to grasp his cheeks, "how are you gonna do that?"

He pants against your lips as you break the kiss, looking up at you with pleading eyes, "please, can I taste you?"

"You wanna taste me?" you ask as you look down at him, moving back slightly, your grip on his cheeks still firm.

He nods eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of it, "Yes, please," he's desperate to taste you, to make you feel good with his tongue, "I want to make you feel so good, Y/N. Please let me."

"Undress me first you say," standing back up, once again towering over him as he scrambles to kneel in front of you.

He quickly gets to work, his hands shaking slightly as they trail around your body, dragging the zip down slowly as he feels the smooth skin being revealed beneath. You let him enjoy this, let him take his time dragging the fabric down your body, till it slips past your hips and pools at your feet, revealing the dark red lace sitting against your body. He looks at you with awe, his eyes drinking in the sight of you as his breath catches in his throat, "you're so beautiful."

Your dominance fades for a second as your heart flutters in your chest at the pure awe in his voice, smiling down at him as you drag a hand through his hair "you think so?"

He leans into your touch, his eyes trailing up your body till they lock on yours, "I know so. You're perfect, Y/N," he says as he nods again, his voice filled with sincerity, "you're a dream."

"You’re so sweet Jay," you whisper as you stand there in your heels and underwear, smiling softly as you run your hands through his hair, admiring him on his knees under me. With a firm tug of his hair again the smirk plants itself back on your lips, regaining your dominance, "go on baby, ask again."

He winces slightly as you tug his hair, the pain sending a jolt of pleasure through him, as his cock, hard again, twitches in his pants, "please, can I taste you now?"

"Go on then" you say as you part your legs, letting him settle between them, "show me how badly you want me."

He wastes no time, his hands sliding up your thighs as he leans forward, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down, revealing your glistening folds. He licks his lips hungrily, looking up at you with a look of pure lust before diving in, immediately swiping his tongue firmly through your folds, moaning desperately as he tastes you. His movements are sloppy and desperate, fueled only by the moans that are pouring from your lips as he works you open.

He laps at your folds, tasting every inch of you. He's relentless, his tongue moving quickly and messily as he tries to please you. He moans against you again, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine, his mouth flooded with the taste of you on his tongue as he fights the need to touch himself. He grips your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he devours you.

He continues to eat you out, his nose pressed against your clit. He's lost in the moment, completely focused on making you feel good. He's making slurping sounds as he licks and sucks, his cock straining against his pants. You tug his hair gently each time you moan, spit dribbling down your thighs and coating his chin as he whimpers with each tug of his hair.

"You’re doing so good baby," you moan as you push his head further into your cunt, gasping when you feel his lips latch onto your clit, his tongue flicking against you rapidly.

He groans louder as you push his head further, his face buried in your folds, basking in your praise. He's completely at your mercy, completely lost in your taste and scent. He can barely breathe, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is making you cum.

He starts to thrust his tongue in and out of you, gripping you tightly when he feels your thighs shake around his head, knowing you're getting close. He doubles his efforts, alternating between sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue around your entrance as he tries to figure out what you like most, struggling to focus on what makes you moan louder as his own need thrums through his body.

You cry out as you reach your peak, screaming his name as your body tenses as you cum on his face, shuddering as he eagerly licks your folds, working you through your orgasm as he savours the taste of you. He looks up at you with a satisfied grin, his chin and lips glistening with your juices.

"You did so good baby," you breathe as you step back, knees buckling under you from the pleasure as you drop down to kiss him.

He kisses you back eagerly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he keeps you stable against him, "I'm glad I could make you feel good, it's all I've been thinking about."

"You’re not done yet," you pant as you nod for the bed, laughing to yourself as you watch him eagerly scramble to sit on your bed, not even wiping his face.

He sits on the bed with a soft thud, looking down at you with a mixture of surprise and excitement as he waits patiently for you to move. Once you've caught your breath, you stand up and walk over to the bed as you push him to lie down, watching as his eyes stay locked on yours as you lift your legs to straddle his chest. "Are you gonna ride me?" he asks as he swallows, hands coming to grip your hips as his cock twitches excitedly.

You shake your head with a laugh as you lean back to rest your hands on his thighs, dangerously close to his cock still hard in his jeans. "I'm gonna use your mouth again," you laugh when you see the confusion in his eyes.

He whines again, his cock aching for attention as your hand sits firmly on his thigh, so close to where he needs you. He can feel your wetness on his chest, and he desperately wants to feel you wrapped around him, "please, Y/N, I'm so hard, I need it so bad."

You look down at him sternly, eyebrows raised as you bring your hand down to gently, but firmly slap his cheek, "are you talking back to me?"

He gasps as you slap him, the sting of your handprint on his cheek sending a jolt of pain through him. He looks up at you, his eyes wide with surprise as he shakes his head holding back a whimper, "N-no, I'm sorry. I won't talk back again, I promise."

"Tell me, baby," you coo as you stroke his cheek softly, "how many times have you cum thinking about me? You’ve been jacking off to me for months haven’t you?"

His face turns a deeper shade of red as you call him out, shrinking under your knowing gaze as he feels the anxiety of being caught bubbling in his stomach, along with the burning need he's feeling. You know. He can't deny it anymore, "I… I've lost count, Y/N. I think about you all the time. I can't help it."

"You see," you say mockingly as you look down at him, "I’ve helped get you off to your perverted little fantasies," you moan as you shift your legs over his shoulders straddling his face, "so you owe me don’t you" He just nods, drool filling his mouth as he watches your fingers drift down your body to part your lips, "so show me that tongue pretty boy."

He doesn't waste any time, his mouth immediately going back to your pussy. He licks and sucks eagerly, his tongue moving in a more confident rhythm now having made you cum once, he's sure he can do it again. He grips your hips tightly, holding you in place as he eats you eagerly. He grins when he hears you moan, grip on you tightening when you praise him sweetly above him.

He moans at your praise, the sound muffled in your folds. He works harder, his tongue delving deeper as he tries to please you. He's so focused on making you cum, that he forgets about his own needs for a moment. You hold your hips down on his mouth, shifting forward to lean against the headboard as you feel your thighs twitch around his head.

He's forced to keep his mouth on you as you move, his face buried in your pussy. He breathes heavily through his nose, his eyes locked on your face as he watches you get comfortable. He can feel your weight on his face, and it only makes him more aroused. He gazes up at you, completely captivated by your beauty, the sight of you moaning and writhing above him is almost too much to handle. He can feel his cock twitching, desperate for any kind of stimulation.

You take mercy on him when you feel him groaning against your pussy, your clit sensitive as he latches onto it again, letting out a gasped moan as you shift to lift your hips gently off him. He pants heavily as he chases your cunt, releasing his grip on you when he feels you shift, watching you flip over on top of him so you're laying against him, nestling his head back between your thighs.

You moan again as you feel his tongue immediately meet your dripping hole again, fumbling with his belt as you try to ignore the blinding pleasure shooting up your spine and work his cock out of his pants.

He groans in relief as you free his cock, the pressure finally being released. He bucks his hips slightly, desperate for more of your touch, "thank you, thank you," he babbles in between messy licks of your folds, "I need you so badly."

He moans out desperately as you stroke his cock, finally feeling your soft skin against him after months of dreaming about this moment. He feels himself twitch as you moan, his hot breath hitting your cunt as you gasp, "you’re so big Jay," he watches your pussy get wetter in front of him as you stroke him slowly, feeling your lips ghosting over his skin.

You know you're feeding his ego, but you feel like he's earned it after being such a good boy for you tonight. You moan as you stroke his hard cock, admiring the thick inches throbbing in your hand as your hand trails down between your bodies to rub your clit in time with your strokes, "the perfect size."

He watches you touch yourself, his breathing becoming ragged as he feels his orgasm building already at the sight of you pleasuring yourself, almost enough to make him cum on the spot.

"Come on baby" you encourage him when you feel his movements freeze under you, mouth moving to lick his leaking tip, "put your fingers in me." You run your tongue along his length, moaning as you feel the weight of him pressed against your mouth as you taste him, "you gotta stretch me out so I can take this cock."

He whimpers at your words, his cock twitching in your hand at the feeling of your gentle, wet tongue against him. He reaches down and slides two fingers inside you, curling them up and twisting them inside you as he searches for your sweet spot. You clench around him when he finds it, moaning out his name as he watches your juices dribble down his fingers.

You focus your attention back on his cock in your hands, trying desperately not to cum immediately as you feel his thick digits fill you up, wanting to enjoy the full feeling for longer as you sink your mouth down on him. Your mouth is filled with drool as you bob your head, sucking in sharply when you hear his broken moan behind you at the feeling of your mouth around him. His fingers slow almost to a stop as you work your mouth on his length, tongue pressing against the soft skin of his shaft as you bob your head. You buck your hips back against his hands, fucking yourself on his fingers as you decide not to scold him for his inaction, letting him enjoy the feeling of your warm lips around him.

You stay like that for a while, moaning and clinging to each other as you try to keep pace through the pleasure coursing through both of you, completely overwhelmed by each other. It's not until you feel his shuddered breathing against your thigh, feeling his cock pulsing in his mouth that pull off, not wanting him to cum yet. You pant and gasp for breath, spitting out saliva onto his cock as you stroke him gently, listening to him whine behind you.

"No, no, no," he pants as his hips buck up in your hands, fingers still inside you, forgotten to the feeling of you on him, "don't stop, god please please don't stop."

Can't have you cumming yet baby you coo sweetly as you shift in his lap, straddling him, hands still wrapped around his cock as you work him slowly. You smile down at him as you watch his hazy expression looking up at you, pupils dilated as his breath comes out in short pants as you touch him.

He groans in frustration as you change positions, but doesn't protest, letting go of you just slightly to let you move, fingers slipping out of you. He puts his hands on your hips, holding you steady as you sit on him, biting back a desperate groan as he feels his cock nestle between your wet folds. “Then what are we gonna do?” he asks, his breath coming out in short pants.

"I'm gonna ride you," you say as you laugh mockingly, "obviously."

He blushes at your words, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as he watches as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, holding him up. He nods quickly, biting his lip as he keeps his eyes locked on your delicate hand, “y-yeah… please do…” he says, his grip on you tightening as he anticipate the feeling of you on his cock

you gently nudge his tip into your hole, holding him there as you sit up in his lap, looking down at him as you chew your lip, "you're gonna have to ask nicer than that."

he whines, bucking his hips up slightly as he feels the tip of his cock pressed against you, sinking another inch in. He can barely think straight, let alone speak properly, too absorbed in the feeling of your wetness dripping down his cock. “Please… please ride me… I need you so bad…” he pleads, looking up at you with desperate eyes again as he tries to hold himself back from thrusting up into you.

"You can do better," you say as your grip around the base of his cock tightens.

He lets out a choked sob, the feeling of your grip on him almost too much to bear. He takes a deep breath shutting his eyes tightly as he tries desperately to gather his thoughts, “please, please, please ride me! I’ll do anything, I swear! I’ll be good for you, just please let me feel you…”

You let out a soft laugh, broken by a gasped moan as you sink down on him, finally feeling his length fill you up as you throw your head back, "that's better isn't it, begging nicely."

He moans loudly as you take him in, his head falling back against the pillow as he feels his stomach clench. He can’t believe how good it feels to be inside you finally, after so long of dreaming about this you feel better than he ever thought possible. his hands slide up your body, gripping your thighs as you start to move, “yes, yes, it’s so much better… you feel so good.”

You lean down and connect your lips, hands cradling his face as your tongue swipes along his bottom lip, bouncing on his cock as you moan into his mouth. You're overwhelmed by him, the feeling of him inside you, stretching you out, his hands gripping your thighs, the taste of him against your mouth. "Holy shit Jay," you pant as you pull away, hands cradling his face as you rest your forehead against his, "so fucking good."

He can’t stop the stream of moans that leave his mouth as you ride him, eyes locked on yours as he feels you moving against him. He's so enamoured with your eyes, gazing down at him as he watches them glaze over with pleasure that he can hardly think of anything else, too lost in you. “You’re so beautiful…" he whispers, almost shyly as he gazes up at you lovingly.

Your heart clenches at his sweet words as your hips falter slightly, the heat rising to your cheeks as you pant against his lips, staring back at him. It fills you with a warmth, your whole body tingling as he stares into your soul, a feeling that you refuse to let yourself be distracted by. You sit back up in his lap, pulling away from him slightly as you begin to bounce again, staring up at the ceiling briefly as you moan for him.

He feels a pang of disappointment as you pull away, not letting himself dwell on it as the blinding heat fills his stomach as he watches your body move above him. He reaches up and cups your breasts as they bounce, he's getting close again, his breathing becoming ragged as he struggles to hold back. He looks up at you with a mixture of lust and desperation, his voice trembling, “I-I’m gonna cum… I can’t hold it much longer…”

"You're gonna cum? already?" you ask as you look back down at him, eyebrows raised as you card a hand through his hair, replacing that warm feeling with a thick layer of dominance in your voice, "we just started." Your tone is mocking and demeaning, even as you feel yourself get wetter around him at the thought of him coming apart under you that quickly.

He whimpers, embarrassment settling into his chest as he feels his face flush as you mock him, ashamed that he's about to finish so quickly. His cock throbs desperately inside you at your words, as he shakes his head, “I know, I know, I’m sorry, you just feel too good,” he babbles, “it’s too much.”

"I thought you wanted me to cum around your cock baby?" you say as you bite back a smile, your movements speeding up as you clench around him.

He nods vigorously, his eyes rolling back in his head as you ride me harder. The thought of you cumming on him pushes me even closer to the edge, “I do, I do want that! Please, please let me make you cum.”

"How are you gonna make me cum when you can't even last?"

He lets out a deep groan at the feeling of you clenching him, his hands moving up to grip your waist tightly. He's trying so hard to be good and hold back, desperate for your praise again, but your teasing is driving him insane, “I-I’ll be good, I promise! I’ll hold on, just keep going…”

Tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes as he continues to fight against his orgasm as you continue to move on his cock, hard and fast as you moan above him. He can feel it building and building, and he's trying desperately to hold off as long as possible, afraid he's going to disappoint you. “Please… Y/N, please… I need to cum so badly, I’m begging you…” he whimpers again, his voice breaking.

"I knew you couldn't hold back," you hum mockingly, "you talked such a big game."

He sobs in frustration and defeat, feeling utterly defeated by his own desire. He can’t even form words anymore, just a mix of moans and whines as he lets go and cums inside you, hips stuttering up into you.

You keep bouncing on him, wrapping your hands firmly as you feel his throb inside you, feeling him flood your insides with his cum. You squeeze his neck gently, relishing in the feeling of fullness and the broken moans spilling from his lips.

His eyes widen in shock as you wrap your hands around his neck, but he doesn't protest, his cock throbbing inside you as he cums. He looks up at you with a mixture of fear and arousal, his pulse racing against your fingers as he empties himself inside you. He can barely breathe, but it only makes the pleasure more intense as he rides out his high, brain foggy with pleasure

"Couldn't hold back, could you baby? Needed my pussy that badly?"

He manages to nod weakly, his eyes rolling back again as he gasps for air. His cock twitches inside you, spilling the last of his cum as he collapses back onto the bed, gasping for breath and shivering from the overstimulation

You keep going, your grip on his throat firm as you keep riding him, "I'm not done yet baby."

He chokes out a weak protest, his hands coming up to grip your wrists, keeping it firmly against his neck when he feels you pull away slightly. His eyes are filled with tears now, and he's starting to get light headed from the lack of oxygen, his cock twitching to life again as he heaves under you desperately. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled moan.

"You want me to stop?" you murmur as you lean down and press your lips to his cheek.

He shakes his head no, even though his body is screaming at him for air, the burn is addictive. He wants to please you, to make you cum too but he's so overwhelmed and overstimulated, it hurts so good.

You grin triumphantly, a deep heat settling into your stomach as you watch him writhe and whine under you. You pull off him, moaning softly when you feel the cum dribble out of you, down your legs as you lay back on the bed.

He gasps for air as you finally let go of his throat, panting heavily as his eyes follow you, a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion as his hands tremble. He can see the mess he made between your legs as you lay back and spread your legs.

He slowly crawls over to you, still trying to catch his breath, he eyes your legs and then looks up at you, “I said you could keep going,” he says hoarsely.

"I know baby," you purr as you pull him down to you, his hands landing on either side of your head as you wrap your legs around his thighs "it's your turn to make me feel good again."

He nods as his hand finds your thigh, positioning himself between your legs as he wraps his hand around his still half-hard, working himself up again. He looks down at you, admiring your body for a moment before he rubs his tip against your pussy, “okay… I’ll make you feel good…” he says, his voice still shaky but more confident than before.

"Go on baby," you say sweetly as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, lips finding his neck, "make me cum."

He shudders as you lick his neck, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine as he pushes into you slowly, groaning as your tight warmth engulfs him again.

“You’re so beautiful… so perfect," he pants as he takes a moment to collect himself, "I’ll make you cum," he promises, beginning to thrust into you with slow, deep strokes.

He picks up the pace, his thrusts getting faster and harder as he gets lost in the feeling of you. He kisses and bites your neck, leaving marks all over your skin as he moves his hips against yours. He's completely focused on making you feel good now, and he's not going to stop until you’re a moaning mess beneath me

He's lost in a haze of lust, his body moving on autopilot as your angelic moans fill the room. He's no longer thinking, just acting on instinct as he takes you roughly, each moan and whimper under him spurring him on. He grips your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounds into you, his grunts and your moans growing louder and more desperate.

"That's it baby," you moan, lips parted in pleasure as you look up at him, brows furrowed in pleasure, "fucking me so good." Despite the position your tone is firm and dominant, making him shudder above you as your cunt drips around him. You mewl under him, nails digging into his bicep as you silently remind him who's in charge.

He looks down at you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over. He's completely at your mercy, fucking into you with the sole purpose to please you, to make you feel good.

You shift your legs to sit on his hip, pulling him closer. He gasps as you shift your leg, the new angle pulling him even deeper. He lets out a shaky breath as he leans in closer, his chest pressed against yours. You pull him closer as you feel the weight of him on you, wrapping your arms around him as you sink your teeth into his shoulder. You moan against his skin, yelling out his name as you feel the heat of pleasure running through your body.

You pull him into you as you connect your lips again, goosebumps rising on your skin as you hear him moan against your lips. Your tongue eagerly pushes into his mouth, kissing him passionately as you pour all of your desire and need into it. His hips continue to move against you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he gets closer to the edge again.

He can feel himself getting close again, his body tensing up as he tries to hold back, thrusting into you desperately. He pulls away from the kiss, gasping for air as he looks down at you with pleading eyes, “I’m gonna cum again,” he warns you, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm right there baby," you pant against his lips, a moan ripping from your throat as you clench around him, "cum with me."

With a final, powerful thrust, he cums inside you for the second time, moaning as he feels you flutter around him as you cum. Your body is burning hot with pleasure as you feel yourself release, dribbling down your thighs as you dig your nails desperately into his back as you try to keep yourself tethered to reality. The pleasure is blinding, your body buzzes as you feel the heat in your stomach replaced with a cold chill as his skin leaves yours. You watch him throw his head back as his hips stutter into you, your eyes fluttering as you watch the sweat drip down his forehead, the grooves in his face deepening as he squeezes his eyes shut. Your body shakes violently under him as you move to kiss his arms, still planted next to your head, desperate to feel his skin under yours again.

He rides out your orgasms for a while, thrusting into you lazily as he collapses down next to you, sweaty skin sticking together as you hold each other. He nuzzles his face into your neck, almost subconsciously, trying to convey the words he can't get out in the moment.

You press a sweet kiss to his head as you hold him against you, "you did so good baby," you whisper softly, stroking his back as the familiar warmth flutters in your chest as you feel him sigh happily at your praise.

You can tell he wants to speak, he opens his mouth against your neck, trying and struggling to get the words out before you shush him gently, "get some sleep," you whisper against his temple as you hold him close to you, "you've earned it."

He wakes up to the warmth of his blanket around him, something soft against his chest that he pulls closer to him in his half-asleep daze. He opens his eyes confused when his hands sink into soft fabric, blinking the sleep away as he focuses on the pillow he’s clutching in his arms. Confused, he sits up, squinting as he forces his eyes to focus in the dark as he seeks you out.

He’s alone in his bedroom, any evidence of you from the night before gone. He feels his heart ache painfully as he lays back down on the bed, he knows he didn’t imagine it, he can feel the burning scratches you left on his shoulders. Why did you leave so early? Did you not wanna stay?

His phone buzzes on the nightstand, his alarm going off as he slaps blindly at it, hearing it clatter to the floor as he bumps it off. He bends over to pick it up, eyes catching on the soft pile of fabric on the bedside table.

Your panties. Scrunched up in a small ball. A note under them,

“Let’s do this again sometime”

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