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That’s Not What I See

Pairing: Elliot Stabler x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: You're a crime analyst on the Manhattan SVU squad. You've been attracted to Elliot Stabler since you first met him, but you knew there was no way he'd be into you. Men who looked like him never were...at least that's what you thought.

Warnings: Use of pet names. Cursing. Mentions of self-esteem issues. SMUT, praise kink, oral (F receiving), multiple orgasm, unprotected sex (P in V)

You walked into the office gym at 5am, thinking there wouldn't be anyone else there. You hated working out, especially in front of other people. Normally, you used the gym in your apartment building, but it was under construction, so you decided to sneak into the office early.

You'd thrown on leggings and a slightly too small t-shirt, and you were tugging on the shirt uncomfortably as you walked into the gym. You just wanted to get on the treadmill for an hour, but your plans were interrupted when you heard soft grunts coming from across the room.

You froze, hoping whoever it was wouldn't notice you. You moved towards the treadmill quietly, using it as a shield so you could see who was in the room without them seeing you.

From your angle, all you could see was a man's legs on the weight bench across the room. He was laying down and preparing for another rep. When his arms came into view, you let out an involuntary gasp. The Marine Corps tattoo on his right arm was a dead giveaway...it was Elliot Stabler.

He racked the weight bar and sat up, eyes looking in your direction. You knew he couldn't see you, but he must have heard your gasp. Shit, you thought to yourself.

"Hello?" he called.

You decided it would be weird if you didn't respond, so you stepped out from behind the treadmill and gave him a little awkward wave. "Good morning."

He smiled warmly when you came into view. "Morning, (Y/N)."

You could feel his eyes on you, boring holes into your skin, and you tugged on your shirt again. You suddenly wished you'd worn something a little looser, but you hadn't expected to see anyone, least of all him.

"Since when do you come to the gym before dawn?" he asked as he stood up and started walking towards you.

"I--uh--I...normally I don't--umm, I use the gym at home. It's being renovated."

"I see." He stopped right in front of you, giving you an up close and personal view of his beautiful body. Every inch of him was toned, muscles flexing under his skin. "I kinda like having the company."

You let out an awkward chuckle. "I was just gonna...umm--use the treadmill?"

He smiled again and your heart nearly stopped in your chest. "Go for it, doll. You don't need my permission."

You grabbed onto the arm of the treadmill to keep you upright--the term of endearment making your knees buckle. "Yeah," you mumbled.

"Let me know if you need anything." With that, he walked back over to the weight rack to finish his reps.

You were about 5 minutes away from having a full blown heart attack, but it would be super awkward if you left the gym now. So you climbed onto the treadmill and started walking at a steady pace. You did your best to keep your eyes forward, but you could feel Elliot looking at you every time he sat up.

After several minutes, he stood up and came across the room towards you. "Mind if I--?" he asked, gesturing to the machine beside you.

"Oh--uhh, sure," you stammered.

He smiled and got onto the elliptical.

You'd been sucking in your stomach as much as possible since the moment he noticed you...it was restricting your ability to breathe properly, but you didn't care. Standing next to a man who looked that good made you feel incredibly uncomfortable, frumpy even.

"How you liking SVU so far?"

Fuck, now he's gonna ask me questions? I already can't breathe. "I like it, but it's not easy work."

He nodded. "No it's not, but it's rewarding."

"Mhmm," you hummed.

"You're the first crime analyst we've ever had on the squad."

"I know," you said quickly. "I hope I'm adding value."

"You add a lot of value, both to the work we do and to the general morale of the squad."

"Oh," you said in surprise. "I, uhh, I appreciate that."

He chuckled lightly. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you said tentatively.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"What?" you asked in genuine surprise. "Why would you think that?"

"Well...you don't make eye contact with me very often and you stutter a lot when you talk to me--like you're flustered."

"I promise, it's not because you make me uncomfortable." It's because every time I see you, I want you to rip my clothes off and bend me over your desk.

You could feel his eyes on you, almost like he was scanning you--trying to decide if you were being honest. You didn't dare turn your head, you'd either fall on your face or reveal the thoughts in your head.

"Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure," he said with a smile. "I like you, (Y/N)...I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

That tiny naive voice in the back of your mind squealed he likes me! but the more logical part of your brain ignored it. A man that looked like that was not interested in a woman who looked like you.

"I appreciate that," you mumbled. You'd only been on the treadmill for 40 minutes, but you decided that was more than enough. You wanted to get the hell outta there. You hit 'stop' on the machine and hopped off. "I'm gonna hit the shower. See you in the squad room."

"Okay. See you there."

20 minutes later, you were seated comfortably at your desk, going over some reports you needed to write.

You felt Elliot's presence before you saw him, and you did your best to act nonchalant. He walked up to the desk across from yours and leaned against it. He'd clearly showered and was now dressed in his usual slacks and a button down, sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms and his tattoo.

"You smell really good," he commented. "Body wash or perfume?"

"Oh, uhh--maybe both?" It better be that damn perfume. It was expensive.

He smiled. "Well if it's the perfume, I'd recommend wearing it more often. It smells delicious." He shot you a wink before walking over to his own desk and sitting down.

You couldn't help but wonder if this man knew the effect he had on you and if that was why he was flirting with you. Was he even flirting? Hell, you had no idea. The hotter the man, the more awkward you became. You had a hell of a time reading them and it had messed you up in the past.

It's not that you had low self-esteem necessarily, it's just that you'd put on a fair amount of weight in the last couple years and it definitely affected your self-confidence. Hence why you'd started going to the gym every day...you wanted to get that young, happy, thinner version of you back.

As the day progressed, you forgot all about your encounter with Elliot that morning. It was a busy day and it flew by. Before you knew it, it was after 7pm and you were still curled up at your desk, typing away on your computer.

You heard a throat clear to your left and you turned to glare at whomever it was that dared to interrupt you. "Oh, Elliot!" you exclaimed in surprise. "I figured you'd gone home by now."

"I thought you would have too," he said with a shrug. "I'm actually just heading out now, but I wanted to see if you were hungry."

At that exact moment, your stomach let out a little grumble. You realized you'd worked straight through lunch and you were starving. "I could eat."

He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't eat lunch, so I'm betting you're starving."

He was paying that much attention? "Yeah, you're right. It's probably time to get the hell outta here anyway."

"My thoughts exactly. Come on, I'll take you home. We can get dinner on the way--my treat."

You normally took the subway, but it was after dark and the squad didn't like you walking home or riding the subway alone. "Oh, you don't have to do that."

"It's not a chore, (Y/N). We can stop anywhere you'd like."

You bit your lip as you thought about it. You really should turn him down, but if you'd learned anything in your time with SVU, it was that being a woman in New York was dangerous enough without walking alone at night.

"There's a little pizza shop by my apartment," you conceded.

He grinned. "How'd you know I was thinking pizza?"

You laughed. "You eat it all the time...you must think pizza is a vegetable."

He laughed. "It's delicious. Grab your coat."

You hurried to pack up, then you threw on your coat and followed him out to his car. It was a chilly night, but the sky was clear and the air was crisp.

Elliot made small talk on the way to the pizza place. You were thankful that he carried the majority of the conversation and you couldn't wait to have food to occupy your mouth with so you wouldn't sound like such an idiot.

"I don't think I've ever been here," he commented as he found a parking spot near the shop.

"It's the absolute best," you insisted enthusiastically.

He smiled at your animation. "This is the most excited I've ever seen you."

You blushed. "I like food."

"So do I...and I'm starving, so let's go in."

As soon as you walked in the door, you heard a thick Italian accent yell your name. "(Y/N)! Looking beautiful as ever."

You smiled at the older man, embracing him when he came around the counter for a hug. "You're too sweet, Gio."

After he released you from the bear hug, he turned to look at Elliot, clearly sizing him up. "Who is this?"

"This is Elliot. We work together," you said reassuringly. "Elliot, this is Giovanni Romano, owner and chef extraordinaire."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Elliot said as he extended his hand for a shake.

Gio looked him up and down, and apparently decided he liked him because he smiled really wide and said, "No handshakes! We hug here," before wrapping a surprised Elliot into a hug.

You laughed at the look on Elliot's face. Gio finally let him go and Elliot looked relieved, if not a little shocked.

"Maria!" Gio yelled towards the back. "La principessa is here with il innamorato."

You turned red as a tomato and prayed Elliot didn't speak Italian. "Gio!" you hissed.

"My principessa?" Maria yelled as she came out of the kitchen. She bustled over to where you were still standing by the door.

"She's Gio's wife," you whispered to Elliot a millisecond before she grabbed you in a tight hug.

She then turned her attention to Elliot. She nodded approvingly and turned to whisper to you, "Lui è bello."

You blushed again. "Sì," you mumbled back. "Now silenzio, per favore."

She smiled at you and gave your cheek an affectionate tap. "What can we get the two of you, amorino?"

You smiled. "Two of your best pies, Maria." You turned to Elliot, realizing he might not want you to order for him. "If that's okay with you."

He smiled. "I trust you."

"Two pies coming up!" Maria said with a smile. She grabbed Gio and practically dragged him towards the kitchen with her. You could hear her talking about Elliot and you in Italian and it made you laugh.

Elliot followed you to a table near the back of the small building. "So, uh...you come here often?"

You blushed. "Nearly every day when I was in school," you said honestly. "The food is delicious, cheap, and there's free WIFI. Plus, Gio and Maria have become like family to me."

"They seem really sweet."

You smiled fondly. "They're the best. I don't have any family of my own, but they both kinda took me under their wings...like an Aunt and Uncle."

"That's very kind of them."

Gio appeared with two waters, before he disappeared again with a wink in your direction.

"I didn't know you spoke Italian."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Gio and Maria taught me. I ended up minoring in Italian at NYU."

"So, uh...what did they say about me?"

"Hmmm?" you pretended not to know what he was talking about...you really didn't want to answer him.

"Come on, I know they were talking about me."

"Maria said you were handsome, that's all."

He raised his eyebrow. "Why don't I believe you?"

"She did!" you insisted.

"I don't think that's the only thing she said."

You blushed.

"You're blushing."

"It's warm in here."

"No, it's not. Just tell me what she said."

You bit your lip. "Do I have to?"

He laughed. "No, but I'd really like to know."

"Technically that's all Maria said. Gio, on the other hand...well, he called you my um...well in Italian it means 'lover', but you can think of it more like boyfriend, I guess? Or maybe more like sweetheart?" you rambled.

Elliot laughed heartily. He enjoyed watching you fumble for what to say. It was endearing and incredibly cute. "I hope you didn't correct them."

You nearly spit out your water. "What?"

"Well, if you're as close to them as you seem to be...then they would know if you were seeing someone right?"

You nodded.

"And their assumption that I'm your lover means you're not seeing anyone?"

You nodded again, clearly uncomfortable.

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yeah," he said with a smile. "Good." He picked up his water and took a long drink, eyes never leaving yours.

What the actual fuck is happening? "I'm confused."

He shrugged. "Let me put it this way, I'm honored they would think I'm your lover."

You choked on nothing but air. "Excuse me?"

He smiled again, wider than before. He leaned in closer to make sure no one but you could hear his next words. "I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it."

Your jaw nearly hit the floor. You stared at him in shocked silence for what felt like an eternity.

Like a little Italian savior, Maria appeared beside the table with her famous focaccia.

You grabbed a piece of the delicious bread and took a massive bite, despite the fact that it was fresh from the oven. It burned your mouth, but you didn't care. You needed something to distract you from the words Elliot had just said and the way he was staring at you.

Maria gave you look that said slow down, but she didn't say it out loud. "The rest will be out soon, amorino."

Once Maria was out of ear shot, Elliot asked, "What does amorino mean?"

"Essentially 'little love'. It's a term of endearment," you answered, grateful for the change in topic.

Elliot steered the conversation in other directions for the rest of dinner. He asked you all sorts of questions about your life and answered several of your own. He didn't mention what he'd said earlier, and you were fine pretending it hadn't happened.

After dinner, Elliot insisted on paying the bill, even though Gio tried to comp it. You knew it made Elliot look respectable in Gio's eyes and for some reason, that made you proud.

"I'll pull the car up," Elliot told you before heading outside.

"He's lovely, principessa," Gio said softly.

"I know, but he's just a friend, Gio."

"Ahh, amorino, you are young! You cannot see," he insisted.

"Can't see what?"

"The way he looks at you, (Y/N/N)," Maria said gently as she joined the two of you.

"Like you hung the moon," Gio finished.

"You two are romantics," you said with a laugh.

"Perhaps, but we are old...we've lived. We both know what it means when a man looks at a woman the way Elliot looks at you," Maria assured you.

She wrapped you in a tight hug and Gio followed.

"Now go, principessa," Maria said with a smile. "He's waiting."

You turned to look out the door and sure enough, Elliot was standing on the sidewalk, leaning against the car, waiting for you to come outside.

You said your goodbyes and met Elliot out on the sidewalk. "Fancy meeting you here," you teased.

He smiled. "It's almost like I planned it that way."

You laughed and walked towards the now open passenger side door. Elliot helped you into the car and closed the door before going to his side and getting in.

During the short drive to your apartment, you watched Elliot out of the corner of your eye. You were looking for whatever it was that Gio and Maria insisted they saw. He was relaxed, more so than he ever was at work, and he seemed genuinely comfortable. But comfort and desire were two very different things.

Much sooner than you would have liked, Elliot pulled up in front of your building. This time of night, there wasn't much by way of street parking, but he managed to snag a spot a block away. "I'll walk you in."

"You don't have to," you assured him.

"It's after 9...there are pervs on the street."

You almost laughed, but you knew he was serious. His statement wasn't funny, so much as the way he said it. "Alright, come on."

He followed you to the front door of your building. You punched in the code and the door unlocked. As you pulled it open, you had a sudden burst of confidence.

"Would you like to come up?" you blurted.

You weren't sure who was more surprised, you or Elliot. He certainly recovered faster than you. "I'd love to."

You just nodded awkwardly and held the door for him to follow you in. The two of you took the stairs in silence, a silence that continued all the way to your door. "This is me," you mumbled.

You unlocked the door without looking at him and gestured for him to enter. You were thankful you'd cleaned the apartment the day before, so everything was neat and organized.

"It's a cute place," he commented.

"Thanks," you moved to the kitchen, needing something to do with your hands. "It's all I can afford. Do you--uh, do you want a drink?"

"Sure," he said warmly as he slipped his coat off and draped it over the back of the chair.

You poured him a drink and poured yourself a double. Lord knew you needed a little more liquid courage than he did. You were taking a risk--making a gamble you weren't sure would pay off.

You came into the living room and handed him his drink before sitting on the couch beside him. You left space between you, just in case he wanted there to be some.

You were drinking your beverage a little faster than you should have and he noticed. "You alright?"

"Mhmm," you hummed.

"Is this about what I said at the restaurant?"

"Umm--uhh--"

"Because I didn't mean to offend you or make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't," you said quickly. It had made you uncomfortable, but not in the way he was thinking.

"Okay, good." He took a sip of his drink. "Because I meant it."

You exhaled sharply and he turned to look at you.

He sat his glass down on the coffee table and scooted closer to you. "I think about it all the time, (Y/N). I think about you all the time. It's almost annoying--you occupy my thoughts all day every day and I don't know how to deal with it. You make me feel like a teenager again."

You didn't know what to say. You'd dreamed of this happening, but you never actually thought it would. Now that you were sitting in this position, you had no idea what to do.

"I know I'm older than you--hell, I might be too old for you, but I can't help the way I feel. I'll never bring it up again if that's what you want, but I wanted to tell you the truth."

"You're not too old for me," you said quickly.

"How old are you?"

"30."

"Oh," he seemed almost relieved. "I thought you were younger than that...I actually feel better."

You laughed lightly. "10 years isn't all that much."

He shook his head. "Not at our ages."

You fell silent again, unsure what to say next. You finished your drink, then set it on the coffee table beside his. "Why me?"

He looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Why would you want me?"

"Because you're incredible?"

You rolled your eyes. "Elliot, come on. Look at us."

"I don't understand."

You sighed, feeling reluctant to answer. "Look at you. Hot, muscular, in incredible shape. Then look at me. I'm none of those things--I'm overweight, frumpy, and average at best."

He stared at you in silence for a long moment, shock evident in his features. "While I appreciate the compliments, doll, that's not what I see when I look at you."

You almost didn't want to ask, but you had to know. "What do you see?" you whispered.

He moved closer to you so he could take your hand in his. "I see a beautiful woman with warm, caring eyes, and a gentle heart. I see a woman who makes me laugh, a woman who's witty and charming and brilliant. I see the kind of woman I can imagine a future with."

You were breathless by the time he'd finished speaking. No man had ever said anything like that to you before, even before you'd put on weight.

"Do you want more details? I can give you more," he said softly as he leaned forward so his body hovered over yours. You were caged in the corner of the couch and for the first time in a long time, you felt tiny.

You couldn't find the words, so you simply nodded.

He smiled down at you and licked his lips. "I see the sexiest woman I've ever met--a woman I've wanted to touch since the moment I laid eyes on her. Every part of her gorgeous body is perfect...and I want to claim it all as mine," he finished with a soft growl.

Every instinct in your body was screaming at you to just do something and you finally gave in. You wanted this as much as he did, so why not indulge?

You leaned forward and crashed your lips against his, moaning softly as he pulled you closer. He deepened the kiss, desperate to feel as much of you as he could.

You shifted beneath him, allowing him to settle between your legs. He wedged his knee against your crotch and brought his hands down to your sides.

You moaned softly as his lips began to trace your jaw line, then down your neck, then to the sweet spot behind your ear.

You felt his hot breath in your ear as he whispered, "You're so beautiful." You shivered involuntarily and your hips bucked forward in search of friction.

He chuckled softly. "Needy, are we?"

"Yes," you admitted, allowing the desperation to creep into your voice. "Need you."

"Oh sweet thing, don't you worry, I'll take care of you."

"Elliot," you whimpered softly.

He groaned. "God I love hearing you say my name like that."

He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you against him. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him and he whispered, "Good girl."

You shuddered, the praise going right to your core. It didn't go unnoticed by him, and he tucked it in the back of his mind for later.

"Where's the bedroom?"

You pointed to the right and he stood up with you still wrapped around him like a baby koala. "Elliot!" you yelped.

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Don't worry, baby, I got you."

He carried you to your room with ease, tossing you onto the bed like you weighed nothing more than a rag doll. You'd never been so turned on in your damn life.

He climbed on the bed, covering you with his large form. His lips sought yours again, latching onto you like you were his lifeline. Your left hand trailed up his back, your fingers gently clutching the hairs at the back of his head.

He continued to kiss you, but your mind began to wander. You thought about seeing him in the gym earlier that morning and your body started to heat up even more. You wanted to see all of him, not just his arm muscles.

You gripped the edge of his shirt and tugged harshly, desperate to get it off him as fast as possible. He chuckled softly as he sat up, just long enough to take off his shirt.

He was back on top of you before you could register the view--and you found yourself annoyed. An idea popped into your head and you smirked against his lips. He might be a hell of a lot stronger than you, but you had the element of surprise.

You wrapped your legs around his waist again, pulling him towards you so you could lock your ankles around him. His groan quickly turned into a gasp of surprise when you flipped him onto his back. You smiled down at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked lightly.

"I wanted to see you better...so I'm in control now."

He didn't often give up control anywhere, let alone the bedroom, but you looked so pleased with yourself that he couldn't help but acquiesce.

Your eyes had drifted from his face to his exposed torso. He watched as your hands followed the curve of his muscles, eyes drinking in every inch of his skin. The way you looked at him was intoxicating--it was like a drug he didn't wanna quit.

Your eyes flicked back up to his and he saw the unbridled lust in them. It took every ounce of self-control he had to not flip you over and fuck you senseless. All he could think about was hearing you screaming his name, but he knew he had to wait. He had a feeling it would be worth it.

"Can I touch you?" he asked softly.

You nodded and he immediately grabbed your hips and tugged you onto his abdomen. He wanted you to be a little bit closer so he could touch every part of you. His hands slowly slid under the hem of your shirt and for a moment, you froze--panic rising in your chest.

Elliot saw it flicker across your face, so he stopped moving, but he didn't remove his hands. He wanted to make sure you knew he was only stopping to make sure you were comfortable, not because he found something he didn't like.

"Can I keep going?" he whispered.

You nodded cautiously, so he slowly moved his hands farther up your belly. He enjoyed the feeling of your soft curves and he had a feeling he was really going to enjoy holding onto you while he fucked you.

He reached the edge of your bra and paused, waiting for you to indicate it was okay for him to continue. You didn't tell him to stop, so he slid his hands up over your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. You released a soft sigh and he did his best to keep moving at a slow pace, despite wanting to literally rip your clothes off.

You allowed him to pull your shirt up and over your head, and it took all the energy you had not to wrap your arms around yourself and hide. When you saw the look on his face--the hunger in his eyes--you suddenly didn't feel as self-conscious as before. Your body reacted to him in the same way his reacted to you, and you felt the desperation begin to creep in.

You shifted your hips, seeking some kind of friction against his body, while your nails raked down his chest. He groaned softly, but his hands didn't leave your body. Instead, they slipped around to your back and quickly unhooked your bra.

The moment your breasts came into full view, his hands began to massage and knead them, fingers pinching and twisting your nipples gently.

You moaned and dug your nails into his sides, gripping them for stability. He looked up at you, at your dark, lust-filled eyes, and he lost control for a moment. He flipped you onto your back so fast you let out a little yelp in surprise.

That yelp quickly turned to deep moans as his mouth attached to your breasts, sending bolts of pleasure through your body. His hands fumbled with the button and zipper of your pants--he was about 3 seconds away from ripping them when he finally got the buttons undone.

"Why are women's dress pants so complicated? There are literally THREE buttons." he mumbled against your skin.

You laughed warmly, knowing he was right. "Try wearing them sometime."

He grinned up at you. "They look better on you, but..." he tugged your pants off and tossed them onto the floor. "...just as I thought, they look much better on the floor."

You chuckled at his joke and rolled your eyes. You were about to comment on the cheesiness of his statement, when he sat up and began removing his own pants. You were so focused on watching him that you forgot what you were about to say.

You eyed his bulge when it came into view and you began to pant with need. Elliot noticed and gave you a little smirk. "Want me to take these off?" he asked, gesturing to his boxers.

You nodded rapidly.

"Sorry, baby, I didn't catch that."

"Yes, please," you said aloud.

"Good girl."

You moaned and rolled your hips involuntarily--the praise going directly to your core.

His words had the desired effect on you and it only made him want you more. He tugged off his underwear and climbed back into the bed, but you stopped him with a gasp.

"Absolutely not," you said with wide eyes.

"What?" he asked in confusion. He followed your line of sight and realized you were staring directly at his dick. "Something wrong?"

"It's not gonna fit."

Elliot nearly collapsed in relief as he started to laugh. "Baby, you had me worried for a minute." He laughed again. "Don't worry, it'll fit."

You shook your head. "I might be a big girl, but my vagina isn't."

He laughed again. "You're perfect, baby, and I promise you, I'll be gentle."

You finally looked back up at him, eyes still filled with doubt. He offered you a warm smile and it helped to put you at ease. "Okay," you murmured. "I trust you."

"That's my girl." He climbed back on top of you and kissed you deeply.

When he broke off the kiss, he began to make his way down your body, lips never more than an inch away from your skin. He was dying to taste you and he was quite certain he'd waited long enough.

When he reached your core, his eyes flicked up to yours to make sure you were watching. He grabbed ahold of the edge of your panties with his teeth and tugged on them--pulling them down your body with nothing but his mouth.

You didn't know why the hell that was so hot, but good god it was. But nothing could have prepared you for the sight of Elliot's large body between your legs, mouth mere centimeters from where you needed him. You'd never imagined he'd look this damn good, nor did you imagine you would feel so comfortable baring yourself to him completely.

Elliot locked eyes with you as he placed soft kisses to your inner thighs and your pussy lips. He breathed in your scent as he did so, and he had to grip the bedsheets to keep from losing his control.

You were panting heavily, the anticipation nearly killing you. "Elliot, please," you whimpered, hips jerking slightly.

He smiled as he placed another kiss to your mound. "Please what, baby?"

"Do something," you begged.

"Something?"

"Anything! Please!"

Normally he would have kept asking until you used your words and told him what you really wanted, but he was having a hard time resisting his own urges right now, so he decided to have mercy on you.

He dove into you with abandon, mouth working you in ways you'd never imagined. It was like having a sex god between your legs--not that you'd ever say that to him, he'd probably find it blasphemous--but in that moment, you couldn't be bothered to care.

Your nails raked against his scalp as you struggled to find purchase somewhere on his body. Your hands finally came to rest on his biceps, nails digging into his skin as you held on for dear life.

Your body jerked beneath him, the pleasure so immense that he had to hold you down to keep you from squirming away from him. He glanced back up at your face to make sure you were enjoying it--and was met with the most beautiful sight.

Your head was thrown back against the pillows, mouth open as you moaned and panted. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly with each heavy breath you took. He wished he could see your face better, but it was more than obvious you were enjoying yourself.

He somehow learned exactly what you liked, and what you needed, without you having to say a single word. You were more than pleased because you were certain you couldn't actually speak. The only sounds coming from your mouth were moans and something that closely resembled his name.

His fingertips were digging into your hips as he held you in place--his grip so tight it was sure to leave bruises. Your legs began to shake around him and your thighs started to close in on his head, but he was more than happy to wear your legs like earmuffs.

Your moans rose in volume and length, signaling you were close. Your nails dug deeper into his biceps, pressing crescent shapes into his skin. It would have been painful in any other setting, but he was more than delighted to bear the pain.

He knew you were close to orgasm, so he sped up his movements, tongue dancing against your clit with expert precision.

You gasped his name, hips jerking against him as you came. He held on tightly as he helped you ride out your high--not stopping even as you began to whimper.

"Too sensitive, Elliot," you gasped.

He lifted his head long enough to say, "I'm not done," before diving in with renewed vigor.

You gasped at the intensity of the sensations and within seconds you could feel a second orgasm building within you.

He lifted his head again. "Unless you want me to stop?"

"No!" you practically yelled. Your hand grabbed the back of his head and pushed him back down and he chuckled warmly at your insistence.

"I didn't think so," he mumbled before licking his way back into your pussy.

Unlike your first orgasm, your second hit you suddenly and quickly--rendering you nearly speechless. You could do nothing but gasp for air as wave after wave of pleasure threatened to drown you in an ocean of passion.

Elliot finally lifted his head, a satisfied smirk resting on his handsome features. You looked down at him, breathless and wide eyed, and he felt his body heat up.

He moved with such speed that it surprised you, nearly pouncing on top of you, mouth mere inches from yours. He seemed to be studying your face and for a moment you felt embarrassed--unaccustomed to such a lustful expression on another person's face.

But the way he looked at you--the desire evident in his eyes--simultaneously put you at ease and made you want him with renewed desire.

He touched your cheek, which was flushed bright red. He could feel the heat radiating from it and he liked being the cause of such a reaction. "You look beautiful like this," he whispered.

Your cheeks turned a darker crimson and he smiled, knowing he'd caused that as well. "I like you like this," he murmured. "Laid out beneath me, pretty eyes wide, lips parted, hair a mess...I've never seen anything so sexy."

"Elliot," you whispered. You didn't know what else to say, so you let your body do the talking for you. You tugged him down to you, lips latching onto his as you kissed him hungrily.

He lowered himself to be closer to you, careful not to put his weight on top of you--he didn't want to hurt you. His hands tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You moaned softly, hips pressing upward against his pelvis. His cock brushed against your core, earning a groan from deep in his chest.

You liked the sound he made and you were desperate to hear more of them, so you did it again, this time more slowly and with more pressure. He pressed against you, his own body seeking friction of its own volition.

You slipped your dominant hand between your bodies and wrapped it around the base of his cock, squeezing gently as you stroked upward. He groaned and his hips bucked against your hand.

Even though he was on top of you, you felt like you were in control...and you were going to use it to your advantage. You slipped the head of his cock between your folds, sliding it upward against your clit. He groaned and bit down into the soft flesh of your neck and you gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

You were about to do it again, but Elliot pulled just out of reach. "Baby if you keep doing that, I'm gonna lose control."

Your eyes widened innocently. "What if that's exactly what I want?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he croaked.

"What if I want you to lose control? What if I like the idea of you fucking me like a feral wild animal? I want you to fuck me so well I can't walk tomorrow. Make me scream, Elliot. Please."

The seductive tone in your voice morphed into a plea at the end--a plea Elliot could not refuse. Not when you looked so gorgeous and needy beneath him...not when you said his name like that...not when you begged him to fuck you like he'd been dreaming about for months.

He grabbed his cock and began to rub it gently against your entrance, earning soft moans of pleasure from you. He knew you would feel incredible, but he was trying to hang onto whatever sanity he had left.

"Relax for me, baby," he whispered gently. He felt the tension in your body ease a little, but he needed you to be completely relaxed or he was definitely going to hurt you.

He gently rubbed circles into your hips, trying to calm your racing heart. "I've got you, doll. I'll go real slow, okay?"

You nodded, expression still worried.

"Hey," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss you softly. "You tell me to stop, I stop, okay? No matter what."

"I don't want you to stop," you whispered.

He smiled gently. "Just in case, baby." He kissed you again before assuming his previous position. "Just relax, beautiful. It'll feel so good--I know you're ready for me."

You relaxed your body as much as you could, but nothing could have properly prepared you for the stretch you were about to experience.

Elliot began to slowly enter you, eyes never leaving your face. Every time you winced or inhaled sharply, he wanted to stop, but you told him to keep going.

Once he fully bottomed out, your breathing was ragged as your body adjusted to his size. He was using every ounce of will power he'd ever had to just stay still.

"You're doing so well for me, baby," he managed to groan out. "Such a good girl."

Your pussy spasmed around him as the words "good girl" registered in your brain. You suddenly needed him to move...

The moment he felt you clench around him, something inside of him snapped and it was game over for him. Whatever self-control he'd had went out the window and he started to move, setting a fast pace from the start.

Your cries mixed with his groans as he slammed into you with force. Somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, he worried he was hurting you, but one look at your face shut that voice down instantly.

You looked much like you did when he'd been eating you out, only this time he had a view of your face. It was a sight to behold--one he didn't think he'd ever get over.

"You feel so good, baby," he whispered.

"Please, El--" you whimpered.

He wasn't sure what you needed and you didn't appear to be in any position to tell him, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. He shifted his body so your hips were angled up, one leg on either side of head. As he thrust into you, you cried out desperately, hands fisting the sheets beside you.

He felt as the head of his cock hit that soft spot inside you--and he knew he couldn't stop now. He kept up his pace, slamming into your g-spot with each thrust.

The sounds coming from your mouth were incredible--he wanted to hear them every single day for the rest of his life. You were shaking with pleasure, body writhing against him as he struggled to keep you in place.

He needed to feel you cum around his cock at least once before he found his own release...so all of his focus was on getting you to your next orgasm.

He started to murmur dirty things to you, noticing the way your body reacted to his words. "Your pussy feels so good, baby. So tight and warm--I could stay here all night."

You were way too far gone to respond verbally, but your body told him everything he needed to know.

"You're taking me so well--squeezing so tight."

He placed soft, sloppy kisses to your calves, hips never slowing their intense pace.

"This is my pussy, you hear me? Mine. I'm gonna make sure she feels so good, baby."

You moaned loudly--clearly liking the idea of being his.

"You like that, huh? You like knowing you're mine? Like knowing I'm marking you? No one else will ever compare, baby--gonna ruin you."

"Elliot!" you screamed as your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your pussy spasmed around his cock, squeezing him so tightly he could hardly breathe.

The feeling of your orgasm triggered his own, sending him spiraling over the edge with a deep groan and whispers of your name. He filled you with his seed, letting your legs fall to either side of his hips as he stuttered his last few thrusts.

He collapsed on top of you, whispering your name against your skin like a prayer. He kissed your jaw and your neck--the affection warming your heart as you lay beneath him, slowly coming down from your high.

After several moments, Elliot pulled out of you and rolled onto his back. You both lay on the bed, breathless, as you tried to regain control of your heart rates.

Elliot grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as he lay beside you. He turned to look at you and he smiled, taking in your beautiful post-sex glow.

You turned your head to look at him and smiled warmly. "That was..."

"Fucking incredible."

"I was gonna say decent," you teased.

He laughed and jokingly rolled away from you.

"Come back! I was kidding!" you called after him.

He kept laughing as he looked over his shoulder at you. "Come get me then."

"I can't move," you said simply.

He rolled back towards you, body now facing you. "Oh yeah? And it was just decent?"

"Decent--best sex of my life--same thing."

He grinned wolfishly and leaned in to kiss you. "That's more like it."

You rolled your eyes and affectionately smacked his arm. "Cocky, are we?"

"I know what I'm good at," he said with a shrug.

"Smart ass," you teased.

"But you like my ass," he teased back.

"It does look nice in those jeans you sometimes wear. Makes me wanna bite it."

"Oooo, kinky."

You both laughed.

Elliot looked down and his expression immediately sobered.

"What's wrong?"

"I--I didn't--I was so caught up..."

"What?"

He looked back up at you, a look of regret on his handsome face. "I didn't even think about putting on a condom, (Y/N)...I--God, I'm so sorry."

You shrugged. "No need to worry. I trust that you're clean."

"I am," he assured you. "But what about...pregnancy?"

"Oh," you brushed him off. "We definitely don't need to worry about that. I have a tiny sperm murderer living in my uterus."

"You have a what?"

You laughed. "I have an IUD."

He started laughing too. "Oh! 'Sperm murderer'..." he mumbled as he laughed even harder.

You grinned ear to ear. "I was gonna call it a tiny copper knight defending my honor, but I figured that was too much."

"You're so weird," he teased. "Come here."

You giggled as he grabbed you and dragged you against his chest. He held you tightly as he kissed your skin softly. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

"Elliot..."

"You are," he insisted.

For the first time in a long time, you felt truly beautiful, but more importantly, you felt seen. He knew who you were and wanted you anyway. He liked you for you...and he liked your body, which was really just a bonus.

"What are you thinking about?"

"If we should get a shower...or go for round two?"

He groaned softly. "I'm an old man, doll."

You rolled over so you were on top of him. "Well that's just a pity...there's so much I wanna do to you."

His eyes seemed to burn as he looked at you. There was absolutely no way in hell he could say no to you. "You're gonna be the death of me."

"At least you'll die a happy man."

He grinned. "No man has ever been happier."

Before you could respond, he grabbed you and pulled you down to him, slamming his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your last coherent thought before Elliot sent you into orgasmic oblivion again was I guess that's a yes for round two.

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Tension

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso x female reader

✧ word count: 3,748

“Daaaaamn girl let me get your number,” she heard a man’s voice echo from behind her. She rolled her eyes continuing to walk down the parking lot eager to find her car.

“Not interested!” she called out.

“Shut me down that fast I’m hurt for real.”

She furrowed her brows somewhat recognizing the familiar voice. She turned around to see Jimmy walking in her direction. He was wearing a black long sleeve and black shorts, carrying his duffel bag. He had 2 braids in and his chain shined in the dim lights surrounding the empty parking lot. He shot her a confused look as he held his hand to his chest.

“You killed my self esteem right then and there,” he exaggerated.

She giggled from his sarcastic remark and felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders knowing it wasn’t a random man trying to pick her up this late at night.

“I didn’t know it was you,” she expressed feeling her cheeks flush. Jimmy was always someone that caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach…and other places just from his perfect smile or playful comments. Their lighthearted flirting whenever they were in each others presence very much didn’t help that situation.

“Oh, that changes your answer then?” he asked with an eyebrow raise as he reached her proximity to embrace her for a hug. She hugged back, wrapping her arms around his neck, his heavenly aroma filling her nostrils from his cologne. Every time Jimmy hugged her he would leave his hang lingering on her lower back for a few seconds longer when they both pulled back. The action was so little but the tingles that spread through her body from his touch were so…big.

“You leavin’?” he asked.

“Yeah, if I can ever find my car or a damn hotel room. Everything’s booked,” she sighed looking around for her car again.

“I’ve been looking for one too. None of these-“ he was cut off as drops of rain started to hit their heads.

“Oh fuck,” you huffed.

“Forget your car for now. C’mon,” he grabbed her hand and initiated for her to pick up the pace as the rainfalls became steadier and heavier. He quickly unlocked his car and they both got in as quick as they could. They were both completely soaked, panting in the quiet and dark space as the forceful rain loudly tapped on the windshield, breaking the silence.

“Even the damn rain don’t want us to talk,” he playfully huffed.

“Maybe it was a sign,” she suggested with a laugh.

“Yeah, what kinda sign?” She felt his piercing gaze on her and turned her head to meet it. He ran his hand over his wet beard and licked his lips, a slight smirk creeping on them. She knows that he felt the exact tantalizing tension she was feeling between the both of them. The same tension that was always present whenever they both crossed paths or were in the same room together. But both of them never acted on it. Maybe it was hesitancy. Maybe it was nervousness. Maybe it was the thought that if anything did ever happen, it would ruin a great friendship. So that tension continued playing with their heads as they let it take over.

She was scrolling and scrolling through the holiday inn website and managed to find an available standard room, with only one king sized bed.

“Okay I found one, but it seems to be the only one,” she expressed as she turned her phone towards him. The bright light of her phone accentuated his features and those butterflies rushed back in her body. He licked his lips as his pretty brown eyes wandered along the descriptive words of the hotel room.

“This is nice as hell. Let’s just book it for the both of us,” he suggested handing her back her phone. They both looked at each other and she could’ve sworn the sound of her thudding heart was about to expose itself.

“What you think?” he asked when she didn’t respond. She snapped back into reality and grabbed her phone to book the room.

“I guess I’ll have to settle for you,” she playfully replied as she started filling out the details.

“Settle? Nah, this right here is the best roommate you’re ever gonna have.” He pronounced as he started the car and put it in reverse.

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When they got to the hotel they checked in and headed up the elevator to their room. She used her key card to unlock the door as Jimmy followed behind her.

“It’s pretty nice, right?” she asked turning to him.

“Hell yeah! Look at this big ass TV,” he remarked. She giggled as he acted like a show girl presenting the winning prize. They set their luggage to the side and charged their phones because of their batteries running low.

“Whew, okay. I’m gonna shower real quick,” she stated grabbing some clothes out her suitcase.

“Go ‘head. I’ll go after you. You up for a movie?” he asked plopping himself onto the bed.

“Yes!” she replied as she watched him turn on the TV. She locked the bathroom door and sighed, feeling many emotions at once. She’s hung out with Jimmy a bunch of times…so why does this time feel so different?

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They both showered and snuggled up in the dark as the tv screen brightened the room. She had on a pair of gray short shorts and a cropped sweater. Jimmy settled for a black t shirt & shorts. He surprised her with glasses of tequila sunrise to spice up their little movie night. The movie continued playing in the background as drinks kept pouring over the hour. They were both fairly drunk and ended up steering away from the movie twenty minutes in to start a conversation about the next night and what they both had scheduled.

“Ooh! I got some new gear for tomorrow. I’m so excited to wear it,” she exclaimed remembering that the seamstress made special white & blue gear for her hometown appearance tomorrow night.

“Now you gotta show me,” he said taking another sip of his drink.

“I have a picture hold on.”

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and laid back next to him as their arms touched from the closeness. He moved it to reposition it around her shoulder, looking on as she pulled up the pictures in her camera roll.

“Okay so this is the front…” she showed him.

“Damn, that’s nice as hell.” he hyped as he tickled her shoulder.

“And then this is the- oh shit.” She swiped the wrong way and thankfully he didn’t notice the scandalous mirror picture she took earlier in the day in her red lingerie because of her quick reflexes.

“Now wait, what was that?” He eagerly asked with a grin on his face.

“Nothing, wrong picture. This is the back-“

“Nah, now I’m curious let me see what it was.” He sat up chugging the rest of his glass till it was empty.

“Jimmy drop it,” she giggled and reciprocated his action, finishing her drink to set it on the table. As soon as she set it down, he suddenly snatched her phone from her hand.

“Jimmy?!” she gasped and quickly turned her head back to him dropping her jaw while he was laughing.

“I wanna see what you hiding up in here,” he held the phone above his head trying to return to the photo album.

“It was nothing just give me my phone!” she tried to grab it out of his left hand but he held it out of reach on the other side of the bed as he extended his right arm. The pictures of her gear came back up and his thumb motioned to swipe to the left close to revealing the selfie. She jumped on top of him, practically straddling him but she was too tipsy to acknowledge the position and instead focused on getting her phone back.

“Jimmy I swear if you don’t give me it-“

“You’ll what?” he asked. His eyes locked with hers before he glanced at her lips. She didn’t even notice his other hand resting on her thigh until his thumbs started caressing them. She felt her pussy skip a beat from his touch and those enticing brown eyes that glinted with…hunger.

“J-Just give it,” she stammered holding out her hand. He sighed and nodded, trying to act like he was hurt from her secrecy. She didn’t mean to laugh out loud at his pouty reaction, but he quickly reacted and dropped his jaw.

“Oh what’s funny now?”

“Nothing,” she giggled.

“You know what-“

“No wai-“ she paused as her picture popped up and his eyes slightly widened, almost in awe.

“God…damn.” he whistled. He intently looked at her in admiration.

“Jimmy!” she whined with embarrassment, nudging him in the chest.

“Whatchu’ embarrassed about? Being fine as hell?” he asked looking at her like she were out of her mind. The abrupt comment caught her off guard and as much as she tried to hide her smile, it was irresistible.

“Yeah, you know you fine as hell,” he grinned at her eye rolling.

“Can I have my phone back?” she asked feeling her cheeks burning up.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Jimmy-“

“EH. Wrong answer,” he imitated the sound of a buzzer and laughed at her annoyance. She sighed, trying her best to prevent a laugh.

“Please, can I have my phone back?” she asked holding out her hand once again.

He kept a fixed look on her, subtly peering up and down her body straddling his. She watched as he locked her phone and set it down on the nightstand. She furrowed her brows in confusion but didn’t have time to wonder about his actions before he grabbed her extended hand to dab her up.

“My bad,” he apologized not taking his eyes off her. She felt her heart pounding as their hands were still interlocked from the handshake.

“It’s okay…” she hesitantly whispered, staring right back at his captivating eyes.

“Let me make it up to you.” The hand that rested on her thigh snaked its way up to her hip to delicately grip it. She felt a thrill shoot down her spine at the gesture, her panties getting damper by the second. The sexual tension and alcohol in her system were clashing and bombarding her senses.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged using her free hand to play with the hem of his shirt.

“Mhm…” he responded, licking his lips. He took advantage of their intertwined hands to pull her into him as he planted a soft, passionate kiss on her lips. She grabbed his face and effortlessly kissed back, feeling the bulge in his shorts and responded by grinding on him. He softly moaned and ran his hands over her ass before squeezing it to deepen the grind. The kiss became sloppier as their tongues danced in each others mouths. They both fought over whose tongue to suck as she continued grinding on his growing bulge, her drunk and horny feelings taking over her body.

“You drive me crazy…you know that?” he whispered. She gasped as he smacked her ass followed by a hard grope. He started dragging his tongue down her neck and swirled it in circles. Her head fell back from his wet and warm tongue taking its time sucking on her sweet spots. His fingers grazed her waist, instantly erupting with goosebumps from the contact as he lifted her cropped sweater top above her head.

“My bad…” she drunkly professed at her failed but purposeful attempt at wearing a bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, smirking at her comment before sliding his tongue back in her mouth. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her left thigh closer to his waist as he slowly lapped at her nipple.

“Fuuuck…” she moaned as he sucked on it while twiddling the other nipple with his thumb.

“This is what you were hidin’ from me?” he mumbled as a loud and wet smack was heard from his aggressive sucking. He continued sliding his tongue up, down, and around her breasts as she continued to grind on him. He dragged his tongue from her breasts back up to her neck and reached her lips as they both moaned in unison, desperate for more gratification. He slipped his hand in her shorts and ran his fingers over her damp panties, causing a shaky moan to fall from her mouth.

“You’re so wet for me, huh?” he asked as he continued to teasingly run his digits up and down her drenched panties.

“Yeah…” she mumbled against his lips as she rocked her hips, her mind spinning uncontrollably longing more of him.

“I want this pussy in my mouth,” he vocalized in a deep, low voice. He took his hand out her shorts and flipped her on her back to get on top of her. She bit her bottom lip as her legs struggled to stay still watching him take his tee off, exposing his tanned and tattooed body. He licked his lips as he hovered over her, running his hands up her legs, waist and back up to her breasts to squeeze them. He left sloppy pecks down her neck and stomach and watched her squirm as he pulled her shorts off.

“Jimmy…” she whined as he once again teased his fingers over her panties that were completely soaked. He ignored her whines and slowly ran his tongue over her panties.

“Whatchu’ want? Hm?” he toyed, his fingertips tugging at the hem of her panties.

“Stop playing and let me cum in your mouth…” she finally let out and without hesitancy he slipped her panties off her, snatching her legs to the edge of the bed to place her thighs on his shoulders. He stared her down as he split open her drenched folds with his thumb and forefinger as he licked up her wetness.

“Oh fuuuuuck…” she loudly moaned as he started gliding his tongue up and down her entrance.

“Fuck…” he groaned between licks. “You taste so damn good…”

She felt like she was floating from pleasure as her eyes shut from his savage tongue tracing her pussy. He started flicking it at a viscous pace causing her back to arch.

“J-Jimmy…” she stutteringly moaned as he swirled his tongue around her clit before enclosing his lips around it. He continued to suck on it as he rubbed his two middle fingers up and down her slick opening. Her arms started clutching at the sheets above her head as he slipped in his fingers causing her to suck in a sharp breath.

“Oh my god…” she cried out clutching her thighs around his head. The sound of his sloppy coated fingers pumping in and out of her matched the frantic pace of his tongue sucking on her clit.

“Fuuuuuuck…I’m gonna cum” she loudly moaned feeling her high intensify.

“Yeah?” he tauntingly asked over the loud sloshes of his finger fucking.

“Cum for me baby…” he breathed against her lower lips as he slowly retracted his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, dipping it in and out of her hole as her loud cries filled the room. She grabbed his head to help her grind against his tongue as she felt her orgasm take over her entire body. Her legs started shaking as she released in his mouth, her cum dribbling down her thighs and his beard. He growled as he slurped and licked every ounce of her juices. He kept his mouth on her pussy and let her ride out the rest of her high. He dragged his fingers up and down her thighs, slowing down the pace of his tongue as he watched her completely blissed out with her mouth parted open.

“Holy…shit.” she breathed out.

He chuckled and gently set her thighs back down on the edge of the bed as she watched him stand back up. His beard glistened with her cum causing her to smirk.

“What’s your pretty ass smiling about?” he crawled on top of her to kiss her as she tasted her nectar mixed with his saliva.

“Didn’t know your tongue was that dangerous…” she grinned against his lips, scooting back up the bed to lay her head on the pillow. That orgasm was so powerful that she felt drunker than she was before he ate her out.

“You ain’t seen dangerous yet…” he expressed in a low and growly tone, crawling up the bed following her. His fingers found themselves back down to her slick folds. He scooped up her drippy mess and sucked it off his fingers as she held back her moan at the sight.

“Yeah?” she asked wrapping her finger around his chain that dangled across her chest.

“Mmm,” he moaned back as she fondled with the bulge in his shorts with her lower leg.

“Show me how dangerous Jim Uso can be then,” she cooed pulling his chain with her forefinger bringing him back down to her lips. He slipped his tongue in her mouth as she sucked on it. He took off his shorts and boxers revealing his long, hard, pretty tanned dick. She bit her lip at the pre cum dripping down his slit as he wrapped his hand around his length to stroke himself.

“Jim Uso don’t play…” he whispered as he grabbed her throat. She softly whimpered as he slowly teased his tip up and down her entrance, their juices mixing together as he spread it across her hole. He slipped his length inside of her with ease as they both moaned in unison. He thrusted himself inside her at a steady pace, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Why the fuck we ain’t do this sooner?” he groaned against her lips. Her mouth fell open from her loud whine as he started to pick up the speed.

“Mmmmm my god,” she cried grasping his shoulders.

“You like this dick, huh baby?” he moaned to her, massaging her inner walls with his thick dick.

“Yeeeeees oh fuck,” she screamed as he hurriedly buried himself in her, her walls fluttering around his dick.

“You’re so sexy…” he purred in her ear as his moan followed pursuit, rumbling her senses as landed on cloud nine. She felt heat rush through her body at his low and pretty moan, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck, their sweaty warm bodies sticking like magnets. He took that as an opportunity to abruptly scoop her up onto his lap before turning on his back. He wrapped his arms around her warm and glistening body as he started pumping her, the loud sound of his balls hitting her ass cheeks with each thrust.

“Jim-Jimmy…” she cried out. He cupped her ass with his hands for extra leverage continuing to fill up her walls with his long length. She felt her vision get blurry as her breath hitched in her throat from the loud sobs.

“Fuck…moan my name again…I love that shit,” he groaned as he spanked her ass most likely leaving a red print.

“Jimmy…oh my gooooood” she whined over and over feeling shockwaves build up in her body.

“This tight…pretty pussy…of yours…is what’s dangerous…” he moaned as the loud wet sounds of their bodies collided between each set of words.

“I’m-I’m gonna c-cum…” she struggled to get out as she felt light headed feeling every inch of his dick pile driving into her.

“Yeah? Milk this dick baby…”

“I want you to cum inside me daddy…” she confessed in his ear so he could hear her over the loud and reckless smacking of his soaked dick hitting her g spot. He smirked as he spread open her ass to deepen his viscous thrusts. She felt her vision and hearing get completely blinded as her climax crept up on her. Her walls spasmed and contracted one final time as she released and coated his dick, feeling heat pooling her lower back. He watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as she let out one final cry from her orgasm, resulting in him reciprocating her actions and cumming inside of her.

“Fuck, baby…” he tightly gripped her ass as he thrusted one slow and final time emptying his seed inside of her. He let her ride him for another minute as she came down from her high. They looked at each other in disbelief, not knowing they could ever experience such wild and crazy sex with each other like they just did. All those years filled with unspoken tension and electrifying eye exchanges built up...to this.

“Oh…my god,” she blurted out with a raspy tone, sitting up on his lap. He grinned at her, gently massaging her thighs as she moved her hair out of her face. She slowly lifted her body as he pulled out, another groan escaping their mouths. He got up to grab towels from the bathroom and helped her wipe their splattered mess from her inner thighs.

“That was hot as fuck…” he expressed, looking up at her. His forehead and chest glistened with sweat and so did her body as she felt a tiny drop fall down her chest. He laid back down on the bed and wrapped an arm around her to pull her close.

“Told you I’m the best roommate you’ll ever have,” he said breaking the silent sound of their breathing. She covered her mouth from laughing, still shocked that they just fucked like wild animals.

“Whatchu’ laughing about now?” he chuckled.

“I can’t believe we just did that…” she turned to him.

“I can’t believe we just now did that,” he replied as he caressed her cheek with his thumb.

“Only…now?” she playfully asked tracing her finger around his chest tattoos.

“Nah…It’s gonna happen again,” he vocalized grabbing her leg to wrap around his waist. He ran his hand up and down her thigh as they laid cuddled while the movie credits started rolling.

“Damn we fucked throughout this whole movie?” she shockingly asked followed by a giggle.

“Our movie was waaaaay better,” he remarked snaking his hand around her ass to grab it. He cupped her jaw as he planted a soft kiss on her lips.

“So…sequel then?” she mumbled against his mouth.

“Sequel? I’m trying to create a whole franchise with you…”

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