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ken-dom · 5 months

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Prioritise Pleasure part 2

Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader

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Summary: Lars is feeling bold and wants to take things a step further

Author’s notes: You don’t need to read part 1 for this to make sense, but it would add to the juiciness. When I wrote part 1, I never really intended to end it the way I did, and I couldn’t get the bath out of my mind, so here it is. If you’re left wondering when you get to the end of this one, yes, there will be a part 3! Shout out to the wonderful @heresthestorymorningglory for the encouragement and Goosecord for keeping my ideas horny!

Warnings/content: nsfw, fingering in the bath, unintentional edging, nipple play

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Lars turned his gaze down to the bubbles floating around him when you dropped your towel. The orgasm you’d given him only half an hour ago might have brought you closer than you’d ever been, but you hadn’t seen one another naked yet, and more than anything else, Lars was respectful.

He did peek cautiously through one eye as you stepped into the water, though, just to make sure you didn’t slip as you stepped into the tub and settled yourself between his thighs.

His eyes squeezed shut, head spinning at how quickly everything had moved tonight. He never expected you to really want to touch him like that, and he never imagined he would end up naked with you, either.

But he liked it. And to his own surprise, he wanted more.

‘You can, uh… you can… lay on me if you want,’ he breathed shakily, shifting himself up to give you room to get comfortable. ‘A-against my chest?’

You nodded and laid back, sighing as the silky water enveloped you, Lars’s chest just as warm and soft against your back.

Your head dropped to rest comfortably against his shoulder and you could feel his every movement. You’d cuddled plenty before, building up his confidence and tolerance with touch the more you got to know one another, but never skin to skin, never so intimately, and you could tell he was forcing his breath even.

‘M-may I… touch you?’ he uttered, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the tub so tight he could have cracked the enamel.

‘Mmhm,’ you hummed, serene and relaxed, nodding your head back against his shoulder as though it was the easiest decision in the world, and it calmed him a little.

Slowly, the fingers of his left hand uncurled from the edge of the tub, the other still holding on tight as if for dear life, and he shakily placed his palm to your shoulder.

You sighed dreamily at the gentle pressure, and Lars squeezed his eyes shut tight again, finding himself breathless.

You let him stay there for a while, taking this at his own pace and getting used to so much of you pressed flush against so much of him.

When his breathing eventually evened and slowed, you slid a hand up out of the water and placed it carefully over his, squeezing gently.

He flinched at first, which wasn’t unusual, and he soon relaxed into the sensation, so you pulled his hand lower, down to your chest.

Lars tensed.

‘Are you ok with this?’ you whispered, unmoving.

‘Yes,’ he choked out.

‘Lars?’

‘Hmm?’ he answered, a high pitched, cracked hum.

‘Where do you want to touch me?’

You smirked, picturing the embarrassed glow on his cheeks. But Lars was feeling bold.

‘I, uh… I want to make you…y’know-’

‘Cum?’

Under a heavy breath, Lars whined out, ‘You have to stop saying that so casually.’ It made him feel dizzy when you spoke like that.

‘Are you ready?’

There was a pause then, where Lars tried hard to focus on the fact that you must want him to touch you too, but it was hard to do that when his head was swimming with thoughts about whether you’d thought about this before, whether he’d be any good at it, whether he could manage to keep his hand on you long enough to find out.

But he found his way through it eventually, and gave a simple, ‘Yes.’

‘Alright. Do you trust me?’ you asked gently.

This time his reply was immediate. ‘Yes.’

You pulled his hand lower, beneath the water, resting his palm against your stomach while you spread your legs over his and planted your feet on his shins, your knees surfacing above the water as you settled into position for him.

‘You’re sure you want to do this?’ you checked in one last time, feeling him nod eagerly behind you.

He knew if he spoke he’d embarrass himself with a moan, or just sound impatient, and he wanted this to be perfect for you.

Lars held his breath as you dragged his hand down to the apex of your thighs, his thick, long fingers instinctively stroking your folds as soon as it arrived there.

You hummed, and Lars gasped at your response – and the way you felt under his fingertips, silky and warm, even beneath the water.

You guided his fingers up slightly until they were positioned right over your clit, where he quickly learned the pressure and speed you seemed to like and found his rhythm, eyes wide at the way you melted against him.

He might be nervous to do this with you, but he knew for sure he was excellent at taking good care of you, and wasn’t this just another way to do that? To fulfil your needs like a good boyfriend should?

‘Does that feel good?’ he cooed, confidence soaring despite the heat in his cheeks.

You hummed out something like a yes, and his fingers, massaging in slow, gentle circles, pressed a little firmer, moved a little faster.

You jolted up at the delicious change of pace, water sloshing around the tub as you dropped back to him and rocked your hips up into his touch.

‘You like that?’ he asked, so incredibly innocently, yet with such an undertone of impatience – the impatience he tried hard not to let out – that your blood boiled with desire.

‘Yes- YES!-’

As you cried out he all but stopped, stroking through your folds again so slowly it was almost painful. Each time his fingertips grazed your sensitive nub, you shuddered and he slipped his fingers away again.

‘Lars- please-’ you tried, but he just chuckled.

You never had Lars down as a tease, but his fingers felt so good you could hardly complain. And was it teasing, really, or was he just enjoying this new sensation as much as you were?

You briefly wondered if he’d ever practised this on Bianca, but the question was answered by his inexperience as quickly as you’d formulated it.

‘H-how do I- uh-’

You knew what he wanted and placed your fingers tenderly over his again, guiding him to your entrance this time.

‘Oh!’ he gasped. ‘You’re… you feel so… wet.’

He dragged your slick around gently before carefully pushing a finger inside.

‘It doesn’t hurt, does it? I can take it out if-’

‘Not at all,’ you reassured him, hardly able to finish the sentence without a quiet moan escaping.

Lars pumped his finger just once, still careful despite your encouragement. It seemed to feel good, so he tried it again, and again, until he was fucking into you hard and fast, relishing in the way you gripped his wrist beneath the water and how you were grinding against the heel of his palm as he pumped his finger.

Your free hand reached behind you, pushing your fingers up to mess up his perfectly combed, soft, thick hair, feeling his mustache brush against your neck as he planted tender kisses along the sensitive flesh there.

‘I’ve got you,’ he whispered, hot against your ear, voice husky and thick with lust. You could feel his erection pressing into your back and wondered if he might want to take this another step further before the night was out or whether that would be too much for him.

But for now, you were on the verge of seeing stars, intoxicated with his strong hands and tender kisses and the way he was touching you almost expertly despite never having touched anyone like this before.

His finger curled up inside you as the hand clutching the rim of the tub began to grope at you instead, kneading, squeezing, massaging everywhere he could reach, and ending with his thumb roughly stroking over a nipple.

‘Oh- yes, that’s it- oh, Lars!’

Water splashed out of the tub as you thrashed against him. He tried to keep you still with the hand pressed to your chest as he worked you through your release, but he was feeling weak himself.

A needy little whine escaped his throat as you dropped back. His cock was leaking steadily into the water now; the friction of you writhing against him in pleasure had simply been too much, along with the knowledge that his finger was buried inside you. And the way you’d moaned his name.

Everyone’s favourite word was their own name, after all.

He put his own pleasure aside though, hoping you hadn’t noticed, fighting the urge to rut against you as you had come undone for him.

‘Are you okay?’ he panted. ‘I didn’t hurt you did I?’

You shook your head, breathless.

‘Did I make you-’

‘Cu-’

‘Feel good,’ Lars jumped in before you could say it again. He might not last if you said a dirty word right now.

‘Incredible,’ you chuckled.

There was a comfortable silence as you laid together in the gradually cooling water, the bubbles that had once covered Lars’s modesty slowly melting away around you.

Lars was comfortable, at least, despite the tension growing in his lower belly. And the heat, and the need.

‘Lars,’ you tried quietly, and he whimpered. ‘Do you need something?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Come on, don’t be shy,’ you soothed. ‘It’s getting cold in here. Let’s grab a towel and make a fire. Warm up together. What do you say?’

Lars didn’t have anything to say. He just swallowed hard.

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