Title:Â lost connecting dots across your shoulders (Bob Reynolds x Yelena Belova)
Rating:Â Explicit
Word Count:Â 2474
Warnings: Bob is bipolar and struggles with the other sides of his identity; all different kinds of romance and sex because Iâm a fucking mush and I just really wanted Bob and Yelena to be happy for a bit.
Notes: An unexpected confession leads to a night Bob and Yelena never expected but will never regret.
(Title from the Attaboy track âMadlyâ. Dividers by @saradika-graphics.)
Bob sat by the window in his usual spot, his eyes focused on nothing in the far distance. A plastic cup of mango and pineapple smoothie beside him, forgotten; the book on his lap was upside down, the pages folded against his thighs. He didnât even hear Yelenaâs voice calling out to him until her gentle fingers fell on his shoulder. He jumped, surprised, and he could feel his heart pounding in his throat and his vision blurring as he looked up into her green eyes.
âBob?â she murmured, concerned. âAre you okay?â
He willed his system to regulate. âIâm fine,â he said with a smile. âSorry. I was a million miles away. Is the team back?â
She shook her head. âNo. I just spoke to Bucky. They probably wonât be back until tomorrow.â
Bob sighed. âIâm-Iâm sorry, Yelena.â
Yelena raised an eyebrow, kneeling beside the couch and resting her palm on his knee. âFor what, Bob?â
âYou could be out there helping them, but instead youâre hereâŠbabysitting me.â
She sighed heavily. âIâm not babysitting you. IÂ â â
âYou are!â he cried, jumping up, his book slamming to the floor. âIf I hadnât lost control the other day, we could both be out there with our friends but Iâm a fucking supervillain masquerading as a hero and now you have to sit here and make sure I donât go over the deep end again!â
Yelena looked shocked, her face white, and Bobâs heart began to race. âLena, Iâm sorryâŠâ
She got to her feet, and Bob watched as her complexion returned to normal, her bright eyes glimmering. âYou arenât a supervillain,â she whispered. âHave we made you feel that way?â
Bob felt tears in his own eyes. âYou donât have to. I canât even do one heroic thing without thatâŠother guy stepping in and destroying everything.â He closed his eyes against Yelenaâs pitying expression, but the memory of the little girl screaming in fear as the darkness closed in around her and her father filled his head, and instead he dropped his head and stared at his sneakers. âIâm a bad guy.â
Yelenaâs feet came into view right in front of the tips of his shoes, and her hands curled around his arms. âBob?â she breathed. âLook at me, please?â
He did as she asked. Her eyes were still shining, and her lips were curved just enough to be called a smile. âHi.â
âHey,â she said. She raised one of her hands to brush his curls out of his eyes. âYou are not a bad guy, Bob. Youâre broken, youâre lost, youâre sadâŠbut youâre not bad.â
âThen why do I still feel it?â
She sighed, her fingers back on his arms and tightening comfortingly. âI wish I could make you realize how much I love you.â
Bob froze, and he felt Yelena do the same.
âYouâŠyou meant we,â Bob said, offering her an out.
Yelenaâs fingers slipped from their place and found his, linking between them. âI donât think I did.â Her voice was almost inaudible.
âLena.â
She met his eyes, and he saw the raw honesty behind them. Oh, shit, he thought. Yelena? But before he could say anything, she moved closer, their hands still linked, and lifted herself on tiptoe.
Despite the voice in his head telling him it was wrong and he should stop, he lowered his head to meet her. Her soft lips fit between his like they were made to be there, and she released his fingers to wrap her arms around his waist; his hands found her hair and clung to her like his life depended on it.
They kissed until their breaths were gone, and when they pulled apart, Yelena rested her forehead on his chin, her body trembling. âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âI shouldnât haveâŠâ
âStop.â Yelenaâs fingers trailed back to the front of his body, her fingertips running softly along the skin above his shirt collar. âPlease, stop. I canât take it if youâre sorry.â
He kept his hands on her shoulders, his grip tentative. âYou arenât?â
âIâm not. Please donât be.â She curled her palm around his face. âPlease tell me youâre not sorry.â
âOh, Lena.â Bob couldnât find words but he hoped his actions would speak for him. He reached down, pulling her up against him and slanting his mouth over hers again.
He was grateful for his supernatural strength, as Yelenaâs muscular figure would have been too much for him in the past. Now, though, he simply clung to her as she wrapped herself around him more securely, her warmth surrounding him and making him feel even more powerful than the Sentry or the Void ever did.Â
âBob,â she moaned against his mouth. âLetâs go to bed.â
He stopped, still holding her, but the panic had set in again. âIâŠcanât.â
âYou canât?â Her eyes were hazy, her mouth swollen from their kisses, and her voice was confused. âOh, Iâm sorryâŠâ
âNo, no.â Bob felt his face start to burn. âI mean, I can, but I⊠Yelena, I donât want to hurt you.â
She smiled, kissing him oh-so-softly once more. âYou wonât. I promise you.â She rubbed his nose with her own. âPlease, Bob. Take me to bed.â
He worried, deep down, that Yelena just didnât understand how powerful he could be; however, his heart (and maybe other parts) won out and he carefully carried her to her room. Once inside, she wiggled away from him just long enough to close the door, and then pushed him back until he was sitting on her mattress.
âIf you donât want this, please tell me,â she whispered.
Bob looked up into her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze soft, her breath coming in short bursts he imagined matched both of their racing heartbeats. âI want this.â
âĐ, ŃлаĐČа Đ±ĐŸĐłŃ.â
Bob didnât speak Russian, but he knew that tone. He thought the same thing.
Oh, thank god.
Standing in front of him, Yelena carefully slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt, leaving behind only her simple white bra and panties. Bob swallowed hard as he did the same, stripping down to his boxers and sitting back down on the bed. When he was settled again, nervously gripping the soft green sheets on either side of him, Yelena slowly bent down to kiss him as she knelt on either side of his thighs.
âLie back, ĐŃŃĐžĐș.â
Bob couldnât believe this was happening. Part of him wondered if he was lost in another delusion, and he prayed to whoever was listening that if he was, he wouldnât end up hurting anyone.
But Yelena felt real. She was warm, bordering on hot; her lips were soft and plush; her skin was silky though his fingertips brushed over marks and scars that he was sure wouldnât exist in his mind. Adding to the sensations of her body on his, his bodyâs reactions were hard to ignore.
As if she heard his thoughts, Yelena broke the kiss and met his eyes as her hand slipped between them, past the elastic of his shorts. âYeah?â she asked, rough and throaty. He nodded, and she grinned. âThe way Iâve thought about this for so longâŠâ
Bob heard himself laugh as the truth spilled from his lips: âYeah, me too.â
It had been too long since he felt someoneâs touch, and Bob gasped as Yelenaâs palm closed around him and started to move. âItâs okay,â she murmured, feeling his reaction against her. âBreathe. Iâll go slow.â
âIâm sorry,â he whimpered, dropping one of his arms over his eyes as he tried to cling to control.
He felt her lips on the hollow of his throat. âDonât,â she replied. âYou can come if you need to. I wonât be hurt.â
âNo.â He shook his head through gritted teeth. âNo, no, I can hold back.â
âWe have all night, you know.â
He groaned. âDonât tease, Lena.â
She laughed, her hand moving along his cock again. âWhere is the fun in that?â
Summoning all his energy, he pushed himself up and pulled Yelenaâs mouth back to his. She didnât miss a beat, her fingers working slowly but firmly as he clutched her face and twisted his tongue with hers. âOh, fuck,â he groaned, the tightness in his belly becoming almost unbearable. âIâm gonna come, Iâm sorry, fuck.â
âGo on, Bob,â she urged. âLet go.â
The world went white and Bob heard Yelenaâs name in his own voice, both far away and in his own chest, as he spilled over her hand and onto his dark boxers and her bedsheets.
âGood boy,â she giggled, and Bob thought heâd faint when she slipped her fingers into her mouth.
The world was spinning and his ears were ringing, but Bob knew what he had to do. Breathing heavily, he grabbed Yelena and flipped her onto her back, sliding backwards until his head was level with her belly. âCan I taste you?â
She smirked. âI was wondering if you were into that.â
âFor you, Lena? Iâm into all of it.â
Silently and together, Bob and Yelena removed the rest of each otherâs clothes, and Bob resettled between her legs. She draped her knees over his broad shoulders and traced her nails through his hair as she gently pulled his face down.
Nothing could have prepared Bob for the moment his tongue touched Yelena. She was like sugar and salt, like silk and honey; better than any drug he knew of. A bolt of lightning in his brain told him if heâd met her before the experiment, he never would have needed it.
âOh, Bob,â she gasped, and it brought him back to the moment. He moved slowly, teasing her clit with his nose as he dipped his tongue deeper and deeper. As he took her slowly towards the summit, she grabbed his hand, pulling it up to knead her breast as she used her other fingers to touch herself and lead Bob further along.
He didnât know if it had been five minutes or five hours but suddenly, Yelenaâs thighs started to tremble, pressing hard against his ears as he moved his mouth faster, his tongue dipping as deep as he could go. Her words started to tip into broken Russian and unintelligible English, and when she cried out and bucked up into his face, Bob pulled away and moved quickly, kissing her hard and swallowing her cries.
He thought heâd die as she murmured words of affection in her breathy, exhausted voice.
âBob, my love, I need you inside me. Please, baby, please, fuck me.â
Bob brushed his fingers over her cheek. âI donât have any condoms, Lena.â
She closed her eyes. âI canât have children. And you⊠Youâre okay, yes?â
Heâd had a physical soon after the New York incident, and heâd come back clear on all counts. âI am, yeah.â
âOkay, then,â she nodded. âI want you. Please.â
He nodded. âIf youâre sure.âÂ
âIâm sure.â
Kissing her yet again, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She smiled against him, sitting up and reaching behind her to wrap her hand around his cock again, watching his eyes roll back as she made sure he was ready for her.Â
âLena,â he choked. âIf you donât stop that soon I wonât be able to help you at all.â
She laughed, a light, twinkling sound that he felt like heâd never heard from her before. She was happy, and he couldnât believe he was a reason for that.
Carefully, Yelena shifted and lined herself up, holding Bobâs eyes as she took him in to the hilt. Their sighs of pleasure were perfectly synched, and once again, Bob pushed himself up to take Yelena in his arms as she let her body adjust to the feeling of him inside her.
âIâm going to move,â she whispered, her lips against the shell of his ear. âI promise to go slow, ĐŃŃĐžĐș.â
There was only one thought in his mind as he replied to her. âTake everything you need, Lena.â
She started to roll her hips, slowly, back and forth, round and round; her face settled into the reedy muscles of his throat, her nose pressed into the side of his hair. He desperately wanted to kiss her some more, to taste her again, but he knew from her panting breaths and his own gasps that it was probably not the right move. Instead, he pressed his lips in a lazy, long line along her shoulder. He grasped her breast in his hand, gently pinching and twisting at her nipple and skin, making her arch into his touch as she rode him harder and harder.
âBob⊠Bob⊠Get-get on top.â
He obeyed, lying her back carefully as he took control, trying to keep her speed. The sound of their skin slapping together, Yelenaâs moans and sighs, and Bobâs deep, guttural groans filled the room as they moved in unison.
Yelena tensed, pulling Bobâs lips to hers and kissing him hard as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her body up into his. When the realization broke through the haze of lust in Bobâs brain, he realized she was coming around him and his body reacted instantaneously. He arched against her, shaking as he emptied inside her, feeling her muscles convulsing around him.
Cries and moans turned to racing breaths and heavy sighs; Bob slipped out of Yelena and fell to the bed beside her, tucking his arm behind her shoulders as she curled up into his chest. He pressed his lips to her hair and she clung to his ribs, her breath filtering over his hot, sweaty skin.
âI⊠Iâm glad we finally did this,â she finally said, her voice hoarse and soft.
âMe, too,â he replied with a small laugh. There was silence for a moment, and then a small voice in his head made him speak up again. âLena, did⊠Did you mean it when you said you loved me?â
He felt her smile against his side. âMm. I donât say that easily so I suppose I did.â
âAnd if I say I love you, too?â
âWell.â She lifted her head, resting her chin on his belly. âI think Iâd like that.â
The sun was just starting to come through the window of Yelenaâs room when she and Bob were startled awake by the sound of her door slamming against the wall. âYelena! We are home! ...oh! Đ, ĐĐŸŃĐżĐŸĐŽĐž, ĐżŃĐŸŃŃĐž ĐŒĐ”ĐœŃ!â
Before either of them could react, Alexi was gone from the room and they heard Bucky yell, âFor Godâs sake the doors have locks!â
Bob buried his face in Yelenaâs hair as Avaâs voice added, âWell itâs about time!â
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Warnings: Ainât nothing but fluff, but Ellieâs here so thereâs an f-bomb in there. And a bit of making out. (No use of gendered pronouns; no Y/N; Joel calls Reader âhoneyâ. Reader is suggested to be slightly shorter than Joel, but itâs not definitive.)
Notes: Written in aboutâŠten minutes, just inspired by that photo up there. Itâs what Joel and Ellie deserve, not what they actually get. Completely un-betaed and honestlyâŠI didnât even reread it after writing it. This is about as stream-of-consciousness as something could be.
For @ladamedusoif.
(Dividers by @saradika-graphics.)
Youâve never seen Joel look simultaneously so relaxed and so terrified.
Heâs been your neighbor since he and Ellie moved to Jackson; the little yard shared between the backs of your houses a space where you slowly learned about the man and his girl that otherwise mostly kept to themselves. Conversations over garden work turned to nights over drinks; Ellieâs presence faded a bit as she made friends, leaving you and Joel alone under the stars more often than not.
Now, though, he sits across the room from you, eyes reflecting the little fairy lights strung overhead. His hair is longer than it had been when you met, despite his sister-in-lawâs best attempts to convince him to let her cut it; his clothes fit a bit better now that heâs eating more regularly.
His gaze is trained on his daughter â not his by birth, heâd informed you one late night, but his daughter nonetheless â as she laughs and dances with Dina in the middle of the floor. âI think sheâs in love,â heâd told you a few days earlier. âI hope sheâll tell me.â
âShe will,â youâd replied. âAt her own pace.â
You can empathize with Ellie.
Something drives you to stand up, to move across the room and drop a hand gently on Joelâs shoulder. âHey.â
âHiya,â he says, lifting his eyes from Ellie to you. Thereâs the ghost of a smile on his lips. (Ellie once told you youâre the only person sheâs ever seen him smile at besides herself and Tommy. You feel blessed.) âWas wondering when youâd come say hi.â
âYou could have done it,â you tease, your fingers playing at the collar of his jacket.
âNow whereâs the fun in that?â
You grin brightly. âCâmon, Mr. Miller. I want to dance.â
Joelâs dark eyes narrow. âI donât dance, honey.â
âIâll show you how,â you reply. Youâre not taking ânoâ for an answer. You slip your hand down his arm a little and tug him upright. âLetâs go show Ellie and Dina how itâs done.â
He hesitates, but slowly, he follows you as you lead him out, your fingers around the meat of his palm. Ellie meets you, then looks at Joel, her own softer brown eyes shining.
Theyâve been fighting more. You assume itâs the normal teenage thing; Ellie is sixteen now, making friends, falling in love, discovering herself â you remember what it was like with your own parents when you were her age.
But thereâs still love in both of their faces, regardless of disagreements. Itâs undeniable.
Joel nods, just slightly, to his daughter as Ellie does the same. Theyâre so alike, you think.
The music changes to something slower, easier, and Dina immediately wraps her arms around Ellie, who looks shocked for only a split second before easing right into it. Thereâs another glance at Joel, who finally offers a real smile, and theyâre off, spinning into the night.
You slip your hands up and lock your wrists behind Joelâs neck as his broad hands fall to your waist. He doesnât need any guidance, it turns out â heâs got an easy, natural rhythm and you keep in time with his movements without a thought.
âFeels weird being able to do this, doesnât it?â you say softly.
Joel looks into your eyes. âA little.â He glances towards Ellie and Dina before meeting your gaze again. âIâm glad she gets to have it, though.â
âWhat about you?â
He shrugs, his fingers pressing a little harder into your body.
âIâm glad you get to have it,â you offer instead. âI think maybe⊠You need this kind of normalcy.â
âDonât know if I deserve it, though.â
Joelâs always like this. Believes his past defines who he should be now; even though heâs never gone into too much detail, youâre willing to believe he didnât do anything worse than most of the people living in Jackson now.
âWe all deserve this, Joel.â You catch your fingers in the curls over his collar. âEven you.â
The music swells and in turn, he spins you slightly, making you giggle. For the moment, heâs completely focused on you â not Ellie and Dina, not Tommy and Maria who have joined in a few feet away.
Just you.
âYouâre too kind to me, honey.â
You shake your head. âNo, I think Iâm just the right amount.â
Joelâs lips curve again, and he pulls you just a bit tighter against him. You take the opportunity and rest your cheek against his heart, listening to the strong, steady beat as he sways you around. You donât miss the wink from Tommy as you pass by, or the way Ellieâs eyes shimmer as she swings past you.
Youâve always liked the Miller family, and it seems like the feeling is mutual.
Youâre even more sure of it when Joelâs got you pressed against the front of his house, his lips on your throat and his hands under the hem of your shirt.
âGet a fuckinâ room!â
Ellieâs laugh echoes across the front yard as you feel your face get hot. Joel, on the other hand, simply laughs into your skin and his fingers press a little harder against your spine.
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On New Yearâs Eve, @goodwithcheese opened her inbox to fandom confessions, and there was one that struck a chord with me about a fan in their late 30s who was still a virgin who wished they could read more fics that handled that situation.
Well, as a fan in my early 40s who is also still a virgin, I felt a connection to the anon. I invited them to come to my inbox if they felt comfortable and Iâd see if there was anything I could do to write a story that fulfilled their wants. They did â and I did.
So just for you, dear Anon â but also for anyone in a similar situation to ours. (Please note: The fic is written with a female/AFAB Reader. I hope this is okay for the original request!)
Title:Â First (Jack Daniels x f!Reader)
Rating:Â Explicit || 18+ only, please!
Word count:Â ~5.4k
Summary:Â You and Jack have been dating for about a month and you know the time has come to spend the night together. Youâve just got one concern: youâre still a virgin, and at your age, youâre a little shy to admit that. This, however, is very much not a problem for your gentleman cowboy â in fact, he takes your trust in him very, very seriously.
Warnings/Triggers:Â This is porn with plot, plain and simple. Reader is female, in her late 30s, and wears a dress/female-coded undergarments; there are two passing mentions of a somewhat visible hickey on her skin, but no other explicit description used. Oral sex (f!receiving); fingering; protected PiV sex. Explicit and constant discussion of comfort and consent, including Jack talking about and through it. Use of lube and male condoms. Jack goes above and beyond with aftercare.
Notes: For that darling Anon, who trusted me with their request and their fantasy. For @goodwithcheese, who made it possible to know there were others out there. And for my beloved, darling @ladamedusoif for her editing â and her title suggestion. (And a quick tag to @pedrostories as well.)
Tonightâs the night. You can feel it, and part of you is ready â finally ready â but another part of you is absolutely terrified. Jack has been nothing but a gentleman the whole time youâve been dating (nearly a month now!) but youâve somehow always avoided the subject. You donât know for sure if itâs fear, or nerves, or just plain embarrassment.
Either way, tonight is the night you and Jack sleep together for the first time.
For your first time.
Youâve dressed carefully, simply, though you did wear a matching bra and panty set (thatâs how they do it in the movies, isnât it?) that you bought specifically for this evening. Itâs white, itâs prettier than most of your underthings, and you have to admit â you like how you look in just them. Hopefully heâll feel the same.
Dinner is lovely, a nice night at a quiet Asian place near Jackâs ranch. You eat light, but well, and Jack doesnât miss the chance to playfully tease you that you seem to be storing energy with your choices.
Your wink back at him makes him bite the side of his lip.
The moon is barely up over the horizon when the two of you walk into his house and he pulls you into his arms, his mouth sliding over yours, moustache tickling the skin of your upper lip.
âYou look so beautiful tonight, Moonbeam,â he murmurs, his hands settling at the curve of your hips as he holds you close. âLike a fuckinâ dream.â
His fingers are inching towards the roundness of your ass, and you close your eyes briefly as you pull your lips from his. âJack, just a moment.â
He doesnât let go, but his hands still and he leans back to look into your eyes. âEverything alright?â
You nod. âYes.â Your voice is firm, and youâre proud of yourself for that. âI just need to talk to you for a moment.â
His eyes are soft, cautious. âWhat is it, darlinâ?â
A deep breath, and then, âIâm a virgin.â
That blunt. That simple. Youâre an adult â thereâs no need to sugarcoat what is just a fact. Youâre almost forty, and youâre a virgin. It just is.
Youâre surprised when Jackâs face doesnât change a smidge. âOkay,â he says, easy as your admission had been. âSo we go slow.â
A smile flits over your face, and the hands clinging to his shoulders flex around them. âYouâre not surprised?â
âOnly because itâs you,â he replies. âYouâre so beautiful Iâd have guessed you had folks lininâ up at your door.â
You shrug. âThe opportunity never really presented itself,â you explain. Youâre somewhat shocked youâre being so casual about it â youâd expected everything to be a bit more awkward. It just makes you more sure this is the right thing. âBut it feels like it is now, so I wanted you to know so youâre notâŠshocked by my inexperience.â
âOh, Moonbeam.â Jack leans forward and kisses you, and itâs deep and passionate and full of emotion. âEverything you do shocks me, but only in the very best of ways.â
You slip one hand up along the line of his throat to catch his ear between your thumb and forefinger. âJack, sweetheart,â you murmur. âTake me to bed.â
Itâs a game of give and take as you fall onto Jackâs bed with him, hands roaming and mouths meshed. Youâre currently sitting on his lap, kissing like the world will end if you stop. He seems to be leaving a lot up to you, letting you lead, though heâs very willing to be just the right amount of pushy with you.
Youâre the one who goes for his shirt first, your fingers working at the buttons of the soft gray flannel, a little clumsy but for the most part successful as you continue to kiss him. He gives you a break, just a bit, dragging his lips down along the side of your jaw as you slip your hands under the material, over his white t-shirt, your palms pressing into the soft firmness of his belly and sides.
As you slide the overshirt off his shoulders, his hands find their way up your thighs, resting just under the hemline of your skirt, hot and rough against your skin. He doesnât move, as if waiting for permission, and you inch forward on his legs, pushing his fingers further. Youâre pressed up against him enough that you can feel him half-hard in his jeans, and in the back of your mind you think just how powerful that is, to know youâre doing that to him.
âCan I take your dress off?â he asks suddenly, the first time his mouth isnât on your skin since you got to his bedroom.
You nod. âPlease, Jack.â
He touches you like youâre made of porcelain and steel, his hands firm but gentle as he slips them up along your body, careful not to tickle, bunching the material up until itâs gathered at your shoulders and he can tug it over your head. With one swift movement, it joins his shirt on the floor beside the bed, and Jackâs eyes are all over you in its place.
âChrist, Moonbeam. Look at you.â
âIs that a good thing?â you ask, though his fingers pressing harder into the skin of your thighs answers that question before he can say a word.
âBetter than good.â He lifts up and drags his mouth along your chin, his facial hair brushing your lower lip, the sensation absolutely wild. âYouâre gorgeous.â
You grin. âLook whoâs talkinâ.â Twisting your fingers in the hem of his undershirt, you catch his eyes again. âMy turn?â
âAnything youâd like, darlinâ. Iâm yours to do with as you will.â
The white tee joins the pile, followed in short order by his well-worn Wranglers.
When itâs just you and Jack, bare skin and thin undergarments, you take a moment, sit back against his knees. His full lips are even more swollen and pink from your kisses, his dark eyes blown with desire, his hair mussed from the shirt and your fingers. You reach out and trace a fingertip down along his chest, pausing just briefly on the larger freckles that dot his skin, down only as far as the top of his black boxers.
Meanwhile, Jackâs hands are mostly still, though the one holding you steady around your back is stroking the line of your spine just so. The sensation is damn near electric. Heâs watching you as you touch him, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth, and when your hand does stop, he looks up and holds your gaze.
âHereâs the big question, Moonbeam,â he says gently. âWhoâs gettinâ naked first?â
You pause. Itâs now or never, and every single nerve ending in your body is saying now. Without a word, you climb off his lap and â hands trembling just ever so slightly â you reach around to unhook your bra. It and your underwear fall away until you are fully exposed to another person for the first time in your life.
It feelsâŠincredible.
Especially when Jack all but visibly melts at the sight of you. âI hope you donât take this the wrong way,â he says, his voice smooth and easy, âbut I might just be the luckiest man alive beinâ the first to see you like this.â
âWhy would I take that wrong?â you ask, taking a tentative step closer to him and reaching out to brush your fingers over his cheek.
He shrugs slightly, pressing a kiss to the inside of your arm. âBecause it feels just a bit like Iâm lookinâ at you like a prize Iâve won.â
You smirk, closing the space between you and catching his lips in another searing kiss. âBut Jack, you have.â
He takes initiative again, pulling you back down onto his lap, tight against his groin so you can feel him at the core of you. Itâs a bit of a shock, but not an unwelcome one, as Jack kisses you across your lips and up to the shell of your ear. âIâm gonna lay you down now, okay?â When you nod, he nips at your jaw and flips you over easily, caging you between his arms. âIf you need me to slow down or stop, you just say so. No questions asked.â
You lift your head to kiss him softly and smile. âI trust you, Jack.â
His smile warms every single part of you. Sitting up just for a moment, he reaches over to pull a couple of things out of his bedside table â a small blue bottle of lube, a foil packet with its unmistakable round content. The nerves kick in just a little, and itâs as if Jack can tell.
âItâs alright if we donât use these today, Moonbeam. I just want to be prepared if you choose to.â
You nod carefully. âDo weâŠâ It feels stupid. âDo we need a towel?â
Jackâs laugh is clear and happy. âNo, darlinâ. I donât mind gettinâ a little messy.â He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. âYou ready for me?â
âAbsolutely,â you reply, and he stretches out over you again, his knees on either side of your thighs, his hands planted beside your shoulders.
He kisses you once again, dragging it out on your lower lip until you squeak in arousal. Then, he turns to his task.
Jackâs maneuvers are slow, meticulous. His lips line the column of your throat, down along your collarbone, and he starts off between your breasts, his tongue tracing a line down the center of your sternum before he slides one hand up to cup the roundness of you. âRemember,â he says, his breath ghosting over the moisture heâs left behind on your skin. âUse your words.â
âGo on, Jack,â you say, a bit breathless just from the thought of it. âI want â I want you to put your mouth on my tits.â
âThatta girl.â You see that heâs grinning as he does what you ask, his tongue bringing your right nipple to full attention before he gently scrapes his teeth over it.
The stimulation goes right to your center, and youâre slightly embarrassed by the moisture you feel between your legs. If Jack notices, though â and he must, because his lower half, still clad in his boxers, is pressed against you â he doesnât say a word. He keeps his focus, hand holding your breast steady as he works his mouth over it. It isnât until youâre squirming and gasping that he finally lets you go with a popâŠ
âŠonly to move onto your left side.
You have never once been this turned on in your entire life. Virginal or not, youâre not innocent â there have been videos and audios, books and stories. The little plastic toy in your nightstand has enjoyed many a night cupped in your palm and buried between your thighs. You know how to get yourself off, what fantasies work and what thoughts push you over the edge.
None of them, not a one, not even your best nights, match what Jack is doing with his mouth right now. And, you know for a fact, heâs barely even started.
Your whole chest feels like itâs on fire by the time Jack finally lets go of you, his mouth finding that place between your breasts again as he kisses the same line right back up. âHowâre you doinâ?â
âIâm⊠Iâm good,â you stammer. âMore than good.â
âGood,â he echoes. âMind if I work a bit lower?â
You nibble at the plush of your lower lip. âSlowly,â you say quietly.
âOf course.â
He doesnât lie. Sliding a little further down on the bed, he picks up where he left off, the base of that line of wet on your chest, and leaves featherlight kisses down along your belly. He takes a moment to dip his tongue into the fold of your navel, and you gasp, earning a raised eyebrow as he looks up at you.
âDonât stop.â
Jack takes his time around the area of your stomach, alternating kisses and little nibbles on the skin there, his coverage widening until you feel the scratch of his moustache at the very top of your mound. This is where he finally stops again, lifting his head.
âI need you to promise me that youâll talk to me now,â he says, and his tone is serious. âIâm going to use my mouth on you. My fingers, too, if youâd like that. But if you need me to stopâŠâ
âI know. Iâll use my words.â You reach down and brush his brown-black hair off his forehead. âKiss me, Jack.â
The mattress shifts as Jack moves off it, getting to his knees between yours. Heâs gentle as he uses his hands to push your legs open more, settling his body there to hold you open for him. He gazes up at you, the wrinkles around his eyes more pronounced as he smiles. âIâve got you, Moonbeam,â he murmurs as his thumbs press little circles into the fronts of your thighs. âJust let go for me, okay?â
âOkay.â
Your gentleman cowboy lives up to that reputation as he lowers his head and presses a chain of kisses to the soft, unblemished skin of your inner thighs. When he meets the apex, he ghosts his lips over you and when you donât flinch, he moves in a little harder.
His aquiline nose bumps against your clit, and thatâs what causes you to jump. Before he can react, though, you speak up, your clear âIâm alrightâ paired with the fingers curled into his hair keeping him from pulling away and breaking the rhythm. At first, itâs just nose and breath, the combination enough to have you moaning lightly as you carefully rest the backs of your knees on his shoulders.
When he deigns it time to introduce his tongue, your mind shuts down and your body takes over. âJack, yes,â you hear your own voice say, even though you donât actually feel the words leaving your throat. He nuzzles a bit closer, nose against you as he slides his tongue inside your walls, his lips sealing tight around you.
For some reason, youâd expected this to be weird and uncomfortable. Maybe even moreso than actual penetration. And yet, as Jackâs tongue explores your folds, your entrance â it feelsâŠblissful. Heâs careful, gentle, slow, though his movements arenât without purpose and you feel your legs start to quiver around him. In response, his hands slip to the outsides of your thighs, offering comfort and stability as he moves his mouth a bit faster.
âJack, IâmâŠoh, fuck,â you gasp. You scramble a hand down to where one of his rests, shoving your fingers between his and holding tight. âPlease, please donât stop, Iâm gonna come, oh, fuck, donât stop.â
He doesnât. Not when your heels buck against his back, nor when you feel your hips grind down so hard youâre sure you must be either suffocating or injuring him, nor when you cry out in ecstasy some combination of his name and every swear youâve ever uttered. You feel the familiar but also new sensation of the orgasm within you â the fuzzy lightness in your head like the climb of a roller coaster, the sudden immeasurable distance between your brain and your body, the curl of your toes and the tension of your fingers wrapped in his.Â
Before youâre fully down from your high, heâs back, belly pressed to yours as he licks up into your mouth. One thing youâre wholly unfamiliar with is the taste of yourself mixed with someone elseâs, and right now, itâs like the richest honey youâve ever eaten. You and Jack taste incredible together, and he seems to enjoy it too the way heâs drinking in your lips and tongue.
Itâs only when your heart rate starts to even out that Jack breaks your kiss, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes searching your face. âAre you okay, Moonbeam?â
You blame the hormones still raging through your body for the words that spill forth next. âI thought you were gonna use your fingers on me, cowboy?â
Jackâs right eyebrow arches straight up, and his lips follow suit. âYou give a girl one orgasmâŠâ
It isnât long before his hand is snaking its way down your body, however, finding the wetness his mouth left behind. His fingers are broad â this isnât a shock to you after this long â but youâre still a bit unprepared for the way it feels pressed against the nub of you. He goes back to kissing you, long and lingering, as he draws little circles around your clit. He changes pressure with each rotation, sometimes so hard you feel the tissue and muscle shift; sometimes so gentle you think maybe youâre imagining it. He recognizes your need rising again as your kisses get hungrier, and he breaks away from you, shifting a bit lower again so he has better leverage.
âIâm gonna use one finger first,â he explains gently, moving his thumb to take the place of his index finger. âGet you nice and wet for me, and then we can try another.â
Youâre both grateful for the explanation and desperate for him to just shut up and do it. âPlease,â is all you manage to say, and the smile is back as he seeks out your entrance again.
Youâre still pretty slick from his mouth on you as well as the heat of the moment, so he slides right in to the first knuckle. Watching your eyes, he continues a bit further, and you feel the slight stretch as you adjust to him, keening just a bit when he hooks his finger a little and catches a spot inside you.
âOhhhh.â
âYou like that, darlinâ?â He almost sounds like heâs teasing, but you know he isnât. He drops another kiss on your arm. âIâm gonna go back down there, make it easier on both of us.â
âEasierâ, you discover, means movement. Jack settles back on the floor, one of your knees over his shoulder again as he reintroduces his finger, this time slowly, lazily almost, pumping his hand in and out. The drag of his knuckles against you has you whimpering, and youâre just cognizant enough to make sure you pepper in a few âyesâes to be sure Jack knows youâre okay.Â
âGonna try a second finger, alright?â At your desperate nod, he trails his fingers between your folds, gathering moisture, before pressing his index finger back inside, followed by his middle one.
The pain is sharp, but completely fleeting â however, it seems like your reaction is enough to make Jack pause. âAlright, okay, Iâm gonna try something different.â He kisses the bend of your knee and reaches for the lube, squeezing a bit over both of his fingers. âTell me if this still hurts.â
The lube does help, and this time thereâs no real pain at all. As both of Jackâs fingers fit within you, you let out a long sigh. âOh, wow,â is all you can manage as he holds still, letting you adjust to the feeling. Jack chuckles a bit, wiggling his hand a little to encourage comfort, and you giggle. âCan youâŠmove them?â
âYou sure, darlinâ? We can take our time, you know.â
You shake your head. âIâm ready.â
Jack kneels up and kisses your belly. âOkay, then.â
The room is mostly silent as Jack fingers you, only the sound of your heavy breathing and the soft, obscene squelch of your wetness and the lube as he rhythmically speeds up his movements. âFucking hell, darlinâ,â he mutters at one point. âLook at how good you take my fingers. Canât wait to feel you around my cock.â
The words are enough to make you clench around him, and he grins, allowing his fingers to curve as he moves them faster. âJack, Jesus,â you gasp.
âGonna come again?â he asks, the tip of his middle finger catching a spot inside you that makes your whole body tingle. âThatâs good, Moonbeam. Thatâs real good. Go on and let it happen.â
Jackâs honey-whiskey voice and his fingers are enough to send you right back over the edge again. Your back arches as he rests his free palm on your stomach, keeping you from hurting yourself as you ride out your pleasure.
Heâs still curled inside you when you come down, and he speaks up softly. âAre you okay?â
You find your voice, in more ways than one. âYes.â You lift your head, look down into his shining eyes. âJack, I want you to fuck me.â
He looks only slightly surprised by your candor. âAre you sure youâre not too tired, darlinâ? Like I said before, there ainât no rush. We have all night. Or as long as youâd like.â
âI know,â you smile. âBut Iâm sure. I want this. I want you.â
He pulls away from you, discreetly wiping his fingers on his boxers as he stands and bends over you to kiss you hard. In response, you hook your fingers into his waistline and tug lightly. âI think, Mr. Daniels, you need to lose these before we continue.â
The tips of Jackâs ears go a little pink, but his moustache quirks as he wiggles his eyebrows. âYou wanna see what youâre missinâ, huh, Moonbeam?â
In response, you push up on your elbows, letting your knees fall open just a little. âI dunno, I just think since youâve gotten so up close and personal with me, itâs only fair I see what weâre gonna be working with next.â
You swear you see ferality behind his pretty eyes, and he slips his hands under the material at his slender hips and pushes the cotton down.
Youâve seen naked men before. Okay, maybe not in person, but you know what everything looks like and generally how it all works.
Youâre still very unprepared for Jack naked.Â
Though he doesnât have much hair on his chest at all, there is a long line of dark strands under his belly button that extends into a full â but neat â cluster of curls between his legs. His cock is thick, much thicker than the majority youâve seen on screens before. At your eyeâs gage, itâs long too, and his balls are heavy and broad beneath it.
Thereâs a tickling fear at the back of your head that his mouth and two fingers havenât prepared you enough.
âCan IâŠ?â You sit up, looking up into Jackâs face.
âYeah, of course you can.â
You reach out and gingerly curl your fingers around him. The skin is silky and warm, the ridges and veins pronounced against your hand. You can almost feel him growing even harder at your touch, and instinctively, you pump your hand lightly back and forth.
Above you, Jack hisses through his teeth, and it makes you stop. âNo, no, fucking Christ, darlinâ, that feels good. You donât have to stop.â
A thought hits you, and you feel the heat in your face as you lift your eyes again. âJack, I donâtâŠâ You breathe out. âIâm not sure I canâŠâ Say it. âI canât give you a blowjob.â
Jackâs hand slips under your chin. âI wasnât expecting one. Tonightâs all about you, not me. And, for the record?â He smiles brightly. âYou never have to do that for me if you donât want to.â
You lean forward and press a kiss to his belly. âThank you,â you whisper. You know that one day youâll probably be able to â you really want to â but nowâŠthatâs the one thing you arenât ready for yet. When you are, youâll make sure itâs as special for Jack as tonightâs been for you.
Reaching around him, you grab the condom packet off his table. âShow me?â you ask, holding it up for him.
Jackâs patient, slow as he shows you how to unroll the rubber over him, making sure thereâs enough space at the tip before he lets go and allows you to slide it over the remainder of his length. You can hear his breathing speed up as you move, careful to keep it smooth and even as you get to the end.
âGood girl,â he exhales, reaching for the lube again. âHold out your hand.â You obey, and he squirts a bit into your palm. âOver me, and then use the excess on yourself just so weâre sure weâre ready.â
You coat all of him, maybe a little too thoroughly based on the groan he lets out, before leaning back a little and dropping your hand between your own legs.
âAre you sure you havenât done this before?â he jokes, and you narrow your eyes at him. âKidding, kidding. Youâre just so fuckinâ sexy.â
âCome on, Jack,â you reply, just as playfully, as you lie back against the pillow.
He does exactly as you ask. Stretching himself over you, he pulls your lips against his, fingers sliding through your folds again and working you until youâre whining against his tongue. He breaks away only far enough to whisper against you, âIâll go slow, I promise, but you can still say âstopâ if you need me to.â
âJack,â you murmur back. âPlease, I need to feel you.â
He smiles, presses a firm kiss to your lips, and rests on one elbow at your side. With his free hand, he grasps himself, offering a few pumps against his palm to prepare, and then carefully notches himself at your entrance. Catching your eyes again, he strokes the side of your face. âTake a breath, Moonbeam. Youâre safe.â
As you breathe in, he breaches your walls.
He goes as slowly as he promised, an inch at a time. Your eyes hadnât deceived you â his cock is much broader than even two of his fingers, but his due diligence worked. Between your own wetness and the lube, it makes his movements easier, and because he takes his time, your body welcomes him in with each little push.
Youâre not sure how long it takes for him to bottom out, but suddenly you feel his hips lock into yours. The feeling of Jack between your legs, inside you, is foreign â you feel full, stuffed even, but it feels right. Natural. Thereâs no real pain like youâd been taught since adolescence. Even the slight pinch youâd felt with his fingers earlier didnât return.
ItâsâŠwonderful.
âHowâre we doinâ, darlinâ?â Jack asks, his voice strained slightly as he runs his nose over your cheek. âWe alright?â
âYouâŠâ You look up into Jackâs face, the hand not currently clinging to his back coming up to catch the side of his throat. âYou feel amazing.â
The grin that crosses his lips now could light up the whole room. âOh, I am just gettinâ started, Moonbeam.â He hitches his hips the tiniest of millimeters, and you gasp a little. âRemember, just breathe.â
Slowly, achingly slowly, Jack pulls back, and you feel the loss of him deep inside so acutely it feels like emptiness. He doesnât leave you completely, though, and when he pushes back in, itâs just a little rougher.
âOh,â you groan. âOh, thatâsâŠâ
âAgain?â
âAgain.â
Each time Jack thrusts into you, itâs just a little harder. And each time he does it, your body seems to open up more. Youâve lost count of how many times heâs filled and left you before your only thought is to keep him close the whole time. You tighten the arm thatâs around his back, your other hand falling to his hip and gripping so hard youâre sure your nails will leave little crescents in his skin.
âJack, please,â you breathe unevenly. âFaster.â
âYou sure?â
You nip at his earlobe. âNever been surer.â
He adjusts his position a little, and the shift hits that same spot inside that his fingers had earlier. You tremble in his arms, and apparently, thatâs the right move, because he pushes up a little onto his palms and begins to fuck you harder. Youâve lost all sense of language, and all you can do is keep your fingers pressed into Jackâs skin as he buries his lips in the hollow of your shoulder so roughly you know youâre going to be bruised.
âOh, god,â you groan as your third orgasm of the night begins to build inside you, this time deeper and heavier than any youâve ever felt. âJack, fucking hell, Iâm so close already.â
âThatâs alright,â he pants against you. âDonât hold back, darlinâ, donât you dare.â
You hitch your knees up, your ankles twisting around Jackâs shins as you try your damnedest to pull him in deeper. He slows, just a bit, and you want to scream until you realize â itâs helping. The drag of him deep inside, the less demanding rhythm, the fact that he can lean down onto you again and press you into the mattress as he pulls your release from you â itâs all working like a fucking charm.
He kisses you deep and hard as if he knew you were right there, and with one sharp thrust you cry out into his mouth. Behind your closed eyelids, thereâs a myriad of colors and sparks, your brain whirling with every thought youâve ever had and no thoughts at all. You wrap your arms around him so tight they hurt, you roll your hips to extend the feeling, and when he swears and pistons into you fast a few more times, you realize it wasnât just you who was right there.
Youâre not sure how much time has passed, but after a while, Jack slips out of you and carefully peels away the condom, dropping it into the garbage can tucked away under his nightstand. âCâmon, Moonbeam,â he says softly. âLetâs get you cleaned up.â
Youâre not quite sure how your legs are still functioning given you can feel the strain and stretch in them and between them, but you manage to get out of bed and follow Jack to the bathroom. You watch as he turns on the tap, adjusting the temperature until he deems it right, then dumps in a bit of bubbly soap.
âWhat?â he asks with a cheesy grin. âA man canât enjoy a bubble bath from time to time?â You only smile in response, your brain still feeling a bit mushy. âThereâs a clean washcloth on the towel rack. Go on and clean up a little and then you can sit in the bath.â
âWhy?â
Another grin. âOne, to get all that residue off you. We definitely did make a bit of a mess out there, Moonbeam.â He reaches over and pinches your ass affectionately. âBut also, because youâre bound to be a bit sore and the hot water will help.â
You know heâs right. You do your best to clean yourself up with the cloth, trying to hide the wince that comes when you brush the space between your thighs. Jack starts forward, and you shake your head. âNo, no, itâs okay. Sore, not hurt.â
Thereâs concern in his dark eyes, but he nods. âBathâs ready. Get on in, itâll help, I promise.â
When youâre settled under the bubbles, Jack tucks a folded towel behind your head. âRelax. Iâll go make us something to eat, get your energy back.â He presses a kiss to your forehead, his index finger brushing a spot on your neck that makes you squint. âI marked you good and well, darlinâ. Sorry about that.â
He moves away from you to the sink to run another cloth over himself before slipping into a pair of sweatpants. Just before he snaps them into place over his hips, you notice the very clear set of fingernail marks left at the curve of his ass.
âMm. Looks like I marked you too, Jack,â you murmur.
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