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lewmagoo · 6 months

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Anyone else imagining Calvin fucking them in his lab, specifically in the shower or is it just me?

"cal, what if someone walks in?"

it was a futile attempt to rein your husband in. he'd just gotten back from an evening run, and you had been waiting for him in the lab, having come to pick him up from work. "i just need to shower first," he told you as he stepped toward the open shower at the other side of the room.

you raised a brow. "you can shower at home," you reminded him. he grinned, and that was when you saw it. the mischievous narrowing of his eyes. the playful bite of his lip. he rounded the lab table, stalking toward you, and you stepped back, gasping when your lower back hit the edge of the table.

"i know. but i was thinking...what if you showered with me?" his hands came out, lightly sliding up your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. so that was what he had planned. when you opened your mouth to protest, he leaned in, mouth warm and open against yours as he kissed you. "what do you say, honey? thought about you my whole run. how soft you are..." deft fingertips brushed over the apple of your cheek. "how sweet you smell." he leaned in, nuzzling his nose against your neck and inhaling. "how good you taste." his tongue darted out to swirl against your skin.

you audibly whimpered, and your hands came up to rest against his chest. he was hot from his run, and you could smell the sweat lingering on his skin. he knew what seeing him fresh off a run did to you. he knew you couldn't resist him. you tried to reason with him. tried to remind him that you were in a very public place and anyone could walk in on you. but then he was sucking on your pulse point, his tongue soothing the skin after his teeth grazed you there, and your knees almost buckled.

"everyone's gone for the day. no one else is here but us chickens," he said with a smile. those deep blue eyes searched your face. a warm hand rested gently upon your hip as he fell serious. "i promise, we're safe. i made sure the door was locked. but if you'd rather not do it here, then we won't." but you knew you could trust him. and you wanted him, so bad.

"no, i want it," you breathed as you grasped the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled him back in for another kiss. in a frenzy, you rushed to rid each other of your clothing. your dress landed somewhere on the floor. his sweatpants ended up on the settee in the corner. your underwear landed on the short shower wall. calvin didn't want to break away from you. his mouth remained on yours, kissing you feverishly as he reached blindly behind him to pull the shower lever.

"cal," you tried to speak in between kisses. he stepped toward the running shower. "cal, wait." but he was too distracted with kissing down your jaw. "calvin! your socks!" you finally exclaimed. he paused, glancing down to realize that in his haste, he'd forgotten to take off his socks. at that, his mouth curled into a smile, and he shook his head. "huh. i suppose they wouldn't make for a very pleasant shower," he mused humorously as he bend to quickly remove them from his feet. "nope, they would not," you replied with a giggle as he straightened back up.

those large hands found your hips again, and he pulled you close against his naked body. your moment of laughter was quickly forgotten as you felt his cock against you, hard between your bodies. "oh," you squeaked as you looked down. he was already raring to go, liquid arousal pooling at the slit. he tipped your chin back up to kiss you again. "can't help it. the blood flow always goes south when i exercise," he murmured. "plus, i kept imagining taking my wife in the shower, and that didn't help matters."

you whined softly as his hands traveled further down to grip your ass. "such a dirty man, mr. evans," you hummed, having regained your composure. he smirked against your mouth. "you bring it out of me, mrs. evans." you couldn't offer a witty quip in reply, because his touch was too distracting, and he was leading you beneath the stream of water. you shuddered as it cascaded down your back.

"up," he simply said, guiding you to sit upon the narrow shower ledge. as soon as you were situated, he was parting your legs, stepping between them. his hands explored your body as he kissed down your clavicle, over your breasts, around your pert nipples. his teeth gently grazed the buds as you leaned into his touch, seeking more. with his mouth occupying one breast, his hand squeezed the other one. his free hand dipped between your thighs, where his fingers explored your warmth.

"gotta get you nice and ready for me," he breathed, lifting his head to kiss you again. "want you to take all of me." at which you whined, slinging your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. "want it now," you demanded against his mouth. you could feel him pressing against your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted him, yet so far. heavy and hard, bobbing as he moved. it made your mouth water. "now who's needy?" he teased, but you were only half listening, reaching down to stroke him firmly in your palm. that shut him up, pulling a hiss from him.

"give it to me." so he did. he eased your legs further apart and reached down to align himself with your slick opening. he began to ease into you, muffling your sharp gasp as he kissed you. but he had to pull back to admire the way your anatomy stretched to accommodate him. it was the thickness that always stole the breath from your lungs. there was a pinchy stretch before it melted away into warm bliss, and you never got tired of the feeling.

and calvin never got tired of the way your brows would furrow, and the way you would whimper when he bottomed out. you were so responsive to him, and he knew every last inch of your body like the back of his hand. he knew every scar, every birthmark, every dip and curve. he loved knowing how to make you feel good. always eager to please, always willing to learn more, to do whatever you wanted him to do.

and right now, he was allowing you to adjust to being filled, but you wrapped your legs around his hips and urged him to move, because you wanted him to fuck you. he started slow at first. deliberate, drawn out strokes, slowly working you up, letting you get used to it. his big arms encircled your body and he held you in place as he rolled his hips into your velvet depths. "so pretty," he praised you, "so responsive to me. keep making those lovely sounds for me. i'm the only one who can hear them." so you let yourself be vocal. you sighed and moaned and whimpered, breathing out his name, letting him know how good he made you feel.

in an effort to make you feel the most pleasure he could, he brought his hand down between your bodies, his thumb drawing tight circled over your thrumming little button, and you threw your head back, eyes squeezing shut. his movements quickened, yet grew all the more deeper. and that's when he hit that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. he knew he was on the right track by the way you tightened around him. he couldn't help but grin. "there it is, that's your spot," he mused. "uh huh," you gasped, surging forward, your mouth against his.

"need me to go faster, pretty thing?" he asked. you bit your lip, eyes watery. "p-please, cal." and he couldn't help but moan, because he loved hearing you say his name this way. so breathless and pleasure drunk. you were so precious. so needy. so blissed out. and how could he ever deny you of what you wanted? so he went faster, harder, until the sound of skin on skin could be heard echoing through the lab. if anyone was still meandering through the halls, they would surely hear you, but you didn't care anymore. not when your husband's cock was so deep inside you, kissing that little bundle that made you see stars and caused your thighs to shake.

and then of course there was his fingers at your core, tracing figure eights against your clit, and you were so overwhelmed by him. his scent, still musky from his run because he hadn't washed off yet, his touch, deliberate but with an undertone of gentleness and reverence. he was all you knew in that moment. nothing else matter but the steady drag of him within your depths, and the way he sighed out your name like it was a prayer. in fact, you were so consumed by him that you didn't even realize your orgasm was upon you until it was too late. "oh!" you squeaked. "oh, gosh, i-i'm-!"

calvin's mouth fell open in surprise as he felt you begin to spasm around him, your slick dripping around him, creating a glistening ring around his shaft. the evidence of it glimmered in the coarse hair that surrounded it. you were still trembling with aftershocks as he laughed in disbelief. "jesus, honey. that was quick," he said, as you hid your face against his shoulder. "don't laugh at me," you whined. he tilted your head so he could look at you, and his expression was kind. "never. just wasn't expecting you to let go so fast. think you can give me another one?"

at which you softly replied, "i-i think so." and that was the only encouragement he needed. he picked up his pace again, rutting into you in quick succession, swallowing your high pitched moans and squeals as he kissed you fervently. you were warm all over, buzzing with bliss, crackling like a firework on the fourth of july. calvin wasn't far behind. in fact, as you crested over the edge of your second orgasm, he followed suit, unable to withstand the tight pulse of your cunt around him. he came with a deep groan of your name, hips flush against yours as his seed spilled into the deepest part of you. your head was spinning. so was his.

when your vision focused again, you saw how flushed his cheeks were. he smiled at you, so sweet and almost shy, as if he hadn't just fucked you in his place of work. he rested his forehead against yours, laughing airily. "man alive, you always look so pretty when you're coming for me," he remarked, and you shyly hid your face. "stop," you whispered. he hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your face to kiss you sweetly. "never. you're beautiful, and you deserve to know it." nuzzling his nose against yours, he continued to speak. "now let's get cleaned up. wanna head home so i can make love to you proper." and that he did.

#asks #calvin evans x reader #lewis pullman x reader #<- that felt weird to type but the calvin tag is like nonexistent lol

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