rpf summer

You’re nuzzled into him. Your back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. With hands like his there is no need for a hot water bottle. They lay on your lower stomach, cradling it. You sigh, pushing yourself further into his touch and he complies, arms wrapping around you further. You’re watching a movie, something sappy - you don’t even remember what. You’ve got snacks and chocolate for days. It’s heaven. His legs bracket your own and you couldn’t be more comfortable if it wasn’t for the dull ache in your lower back and stomach. His hands help though.

You whine nonetheless, arching your back a little to find a more comfortable angle. He kisses the top of your head, mumbles apologies and sweet nothings. “I know baby. I know. Wish I could take it away from you, love.” You sigh, shudder, but eventually find that opening your legs a little is the best position for now. “Mmm.” You hum, putting your head back down on his sternum. “Thanks Andy.”

You stay like that for a moment, more focused on the rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat than on the movie in front of you. You squirm again, sighing as another ache fades in and out. Skizz’s hands massage your tummy and—and it helps. As much as they can, they help. You sigh again.

With a start you look up at him when you feel his deft fingers undoing your trousers. “Shh, shh. Just focus on the movie. Just making you comfortable, sweetheart.” You hum approvingly and let him undo your button. It takes another little while for his fingers to migrate downwards again, this time sneaking under the waistband of your boxers. “Andy…” you whine quietly, but not disapprovingly. He pecks the crown of your head and encourages you to keep focusing on the movie. “Just don’t want you in pain, love.”

A breathless moan slips past your lips when his middle finger brushes against your dick. “Andy,” you groan again, more assertive this time. “It’s too messy, you know that.” You feel him shake his head behind you. “Don’t worry about that.” Skizz’s middle and pointer finger grip your dick softly, gently tugging up and down. It feels good and—honestly? You feel the pain in your sides dissipate a little. You can’t stop thinking about the mess you must be making on his hands however.

“I can hear you thinking, you know. Just let go baby, just let me take care of my boy.” He kisses the shell of your ear. You sigh and let your muscles relax, putting your weight on him fully. He adjusts his hand and you feel the two digits now slide against your hole. Luckily for you, it’s a pad kind of day and a pesky tampon sting won’t get in the way of his escapades.

You know it fees different than normal, when you’re on your period you’re aware that your cunt feels a bit more velvety and Skizz seems to revel in it. “So welcoming for me sweetheart. So soft and sweet.” His fingers enter you, you hear the soft squelch of blood slipping past them and you cringe on the inside.

“Andy.” You chew your tongue, trying your damnest to keep focusing on the movie. But with every inch of his fingers it gets more difficult. They curl inside of you, hitting that spongy spot right past your entrance. You shiver.

“Let go.” He encourages again. Your juices, blood now mixed with slick and probably sweat, too, squelch under his touch. Soft gasps tumble from your lips with every curl of his digits. His free hand strokes your hair, massages your scalp. Weirdly enough, you can almost fall asleep. That is, until his thumb nudges against your dick.

You almost unwind from that one motion. Your hips twitch down into his hand, grinding to find more friction. “Good boy,” whispers Skizz, nosing at your hair. It doesn’t take long to get you to the edge. You hadn’t touched yourself in a few days. And his fingers hit so deep; his thumb is so precise; his hand scratches your head so well. It’s almost impossible to keep yourself together.

“Close…” you pant, ignoring the string of drool escaping from the corner of your mouth. Staining your shirt.

“Cum anytime you want.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your ear like a seal to a letter.

His thumb speeds up and his fingers curl up with shorter intervals every single time, driving you closer and closer to the brink. Just a little more. Just one more drop to make the glass spill over. His teeth rake over your ear and you—you gasp, clenching around his fingers. You feel how your cunt twitches around them, how your dick gently bobs against his thumb. You probably made an embarrassing noise that he loved.

“There we go.” He works you through it, free hand now rubbing your upper arm up and down as he guides you.

You barely notice it when he tells you to turn around, but you do. Before having you straddle him, he manages to slip your pants off. It feels better, less tight than before. You sit down on his lap with your legs on either side of his hips. Soon enough his hand is back down your underwear and your face is nuzzled into his chest. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Nothing a good shower can’t fix.

You let out a filthy noise when his now bloodied fingers prod against your hole again, working themselves back in. You rut your dick against his palm, despite having just cum. “Want more, pretty boy?” You can only let out pathetic noises nod. He grants you anything you want. Any other time you’d feel smug about the way you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Right now? You’re just chasing another high.

“Andy…” you almost cry when you feel your legs becoming sore. “Can’t—‘s too much I’m so…tired…” you sniffle, throat clogged with a knot. “Don’t worry baby.” His free hand takes your hip and guides you. He’s strong, even with one hand.

It doesn’t take long to tip you over the edge again. Your noises now muffled by his chest. Surely you’re staining his shirt with drool and tears. And probably snot. But he’s already bloodied so…why would he care about that?

“Oh yes, that’s good. Good boy…” he kisses the top of your head again, letting you ride out your orgasm by rocking you against his had more. Soon enough you feel the hints of overstimulation prickling at the edges.

“ ‘s too much…” you slur, eyes droopy and teary. You can’t believe it, but you’re already halfway to dreamland.

“One more. For me. Then I’ll let you sleep, beautiful.” You nod, chewing on his shirt subconsciously. He chuckles quietly at the sight below him.

You’re slumped against him now and he angles his arm down a bit more for better access. A third finger slips in with the other two, stretching your already overused hole even further. His thumb comes back up to play with your dick.

Three fingers spread you open and somewhere deep down you wish it was his dick. You don’t say anything. Instead, you let him do the work. Swirl his thumb around, push down it hard - then soft. Digits curl and stretch inside you and the noises that come from your groin are just disgusting. Wet, almost slimy noises fill your ears. Surely this is not just blood now. Slick and cum are coating his hand now too. And from the way he pants, he loves it.

Once again you fee yourself wound up tighter than a spring and your hips rock down once, twice—three times until the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum in his had for the third time in a row.

Your face is still pressed into him, unable to move as your high washes over you and slowly ebbs away through his motions. “I knew you could do it. Good boy.” He kisses your hair. You murmur something but it’s obscured by his shirt. Then, as if on queue, the light in your brain goes out and you fall into a deep sleep.