My very first smut fic! If you know me in real life (you know who you are) please don't bring this up. Also he's 19 and a grown adult here.
Jerry prides himself on his imagination.
He’s the Eltingville Club’s secretary of fantasy and role-playing games, after all. He’s written hundreds of pages of campaign lore, DM'ed more Dungeons & Dragons sessions than he could count. It was his entire life.
But right now, with the memory of your arms around his middle during a hug and your scent in his lungs, he wondered if it was more of a curse.
He had taken care of himself a half hour before you arrived to make sure there were no… embarrassing… incidents, and it seemed to work.
He was fine for most of the night. You needed to learn the rules of D&D before you started attending the Eltingville Club meetings, and Jerry was happy to oblige. He invited you into his mess of a room and started explaining the mechanisms of being a DM and how each dice was different. He even gave you one of his many sets of dice out of the goodness of his heart.
But in the present he wasn’t doing so hot. He grunts in frustration, shifting his position on the bed. Even with the covers over his body he could feel the stretch of his erection against his boxers. It wasn’t fair! He had tried to be helpful and he had tried to keep his mind out of the gutter. But was it really his fault that you looked so good?
Focus on the more mundane things you two talked about, maybe. He could think about the making of your character. That was a safe train of thought. He had fun doing that.
“What about an elf?” He had suggested. “They get +2 dexterity points, Darkvision, and Fey Ancestry!”
Elves. Fucking elves, why?! His one weakness, his one guilty pleasure…
The thought of you with pointy ears, small see-through wings, and large hypnotizing eyes flashed through his mind.
His hips ground down into the mattress without his permission.
“Already done this today… Dammit Jer…”
He turns over and tugs his boxers down to his knees, cheeks heating up as his erection springs out. His fingers run over the tip and spread the precum leaking out of it around for makeshift lube.
“A-Alright, Jerry. Gonna get this over with. It’s just what h-happens. It’s, uh, normal. Elves are hot! mmf~ A-and so a-are they! N-nothing to feel- ah~ weird about…” He mumbles under his breath.
His knuckles grow white with the force he’s exerting on his dick. Up and down, up and down, from base to tip back down to the base, like he’s done so many nights before.
His eyes flutter shut and Jerry does what he does best, he fantasizes.
In his mind’s eye it’s your soft hands pumping up and down on his cock instead of his own rough ones. The wetness is your spit, not his own juices. Without thinking about it he grabs a pillow and presses his face against it, lips puckering to mimic kissing on the fabric.
“Ohmygod- holy shit, i’m gonna- ah~ please~”
For his mind’s final hurrah, the sexy elf version of you leans down and takes his throbbing tip into your mouth; and almost embarrassingly fast, he can’t handle any more.
He cums in hot spurts onto his abdomen, using the pillow to muffle his whines.
Jerry slumps back onto the headboard. His thighs shake slightly, and his dick finishes emptying itself and starts to soften against his leg. He takes a long moment to steady his breathing before he grabs a couple tissues off the nightstand.
“B-beedee beedee beedee… gotta get y-your brain under control, Buck…” He mutters to himself, lazily wiping the cum off his stomach. “Or this’ll happen every night.”
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I can't believe i'm putting this on main.
(P.S. @nerdboy-boynerd I have a feeling you'll like this one)
