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Genesis

Modern Duncan The Tall X F reader

Tags: Modern/College AU, Makeout session😚, Dunk being cautious and cute, hand stuff (M and F), oral M receiving, Dunk a butt guy, unprotected PnV, size difference, reader is more experienced than Dunk, established friendship ,Dunk generally being flustered at all times, friends to lovers, there’s a decent amount of fluffy bits to this because Duncan’s in love fr!

Word Count: 5.5 k

Summary: After admitting to Dunk that you had feelings for him a few weeks ago, he visits you at college and you are determined to hurl your relationship out of the friend zone entirely!

A/N: Could be read as a standalone but is part 2 for Crossroads. @niceforcum22 it’s not Truck Sex but I had to ensure they banged at some point! (Mature under the cut) (part 3)

You felt all floaty, and your eyes were a bit heavy by this time of night, but every time he touched you it was like a warm exciting zing to your system. Dunk was strong, and you were finding out he was also strict. He was constantly reaching for you on this walk. Not that you minded. For one you didn’t want somebody else grabbing at you and two, his touch was heavy enough it cut through the beer haze that had settled over you.

“no…c’mon your this way.”

You giggled when he had to only strech his arm out to tug you back to him so you wouldn’t turn down another sidewalk.

He didn't even need to take a step off his path to reach you that’s how long his arms were.

Fucking hell it made your face feel warm!

You smirked all the way up at him grabbing his hand by the thumb and bring it around you so you were wrapped up in his elbow, both your arms around his midsection.

“so smart…you should be a geographer. There’s a program for that here, by the way.”

He rolled his eyes so deeply that you pressed your face against his ribs knowing he wasn’t going to indulge any more of your peer pressuring. He’d come to visit you, and to take you back home because finals had just finished for the semester.

You were dead set on convincing him that he should sign up for next semester. You wanted him here. So you packed most of your stuff up before he actually arrived so you could show him around campus…let him experience the dinning hall. You were right to assume that he’d enjoy the all you can eat aspect of it. He probably had three plates and two different bowls of cereal!

Then it was a walk around campus, he wanted to see some of the places you had described to him over the phone. It was sweet how much he remembered about the pointless conversations you guys had.

A pregame at your friends off campus apartment, with some game, and then ending the night at a pub. At some point between pre drinks your buzz has hit you, and thank god for it because it made you bold enough to break the touch barrier with him. You’d made it in his truck…for awhile that day when he found you trying to get some to surprise him. The day you born admitted there was something a lot deeper than just friendship happening between you two. But you went back to school two days later and so nothing more had actually kicked off.

Your friends knew how disappointed you were that nothing else had happened and so there was lots of giggling and joking at the pub when Dunk would go get you another drink, when he’d touch your back to alert you to somebody trying to squeeze by, and the snickering even came out of you when a table finally opened up and you were one seat short for the group.

You’d pushed Dunks hand off his lap and sat yourself right in it. Neither of you move again for the rest of the night. Your fluttering lashes kept him firmly seated when even the guys in the group called him over for another beer, and you were way to busy making little comments to him and tracing the lines on his palm to join your girlfriends in the bathroom.

He was staying with you tonight, obviously, and driving you back home to flea bottom in his truck whenever you guys woke up. He refused to imagine you attempting that long of a drive again in your beater of a car. “Would he fuckin wreckless of me not to just drive ya back” you’d blushed so badly when he told you that a few days ago and was bloody greatful it was a phone call and not FaceTime!

“my roommates staying at her boyfriend.” You told him slipping away from his side to get your key in the door.

“she okay there?” He asked, he was to sweet for his own good.

You nodded with a laugh as you got your heels off and the denim jacket you’d worn out. You wanted to be comfortable as soon as possible.

“she’s exactly where she wants to be.” You promise “and it’s sort of a favor to me.” You explained bending down to plug your phone into the charger.

“favor? In what way?” Dunk had grabbed your water bottle off the desk and as holding it down for you to take. He knew you’d probably gotten way more sloshed than this over the course of the semester but this as his first time actually seeing you have more than one drink so he was being a bit overprotective, at the bar and now apparently also with the possible future hangover you might get.

“wanted us to-“ you sigh when you turn and see the water being shoved to you. Being down on your knees infront of him, what you want to swallow down is not exactly water… but you do, because you know he’ll grumble, about how you really should, if you don’t.

“-Have some privacy.” You stood up wobbling a bit and leaning back against the lofted beds support. Taking another long drink of water and handing it back to him while he seems to fish around for a reply.

“you do want to have sex don’t you?”

“yes! Gods, yes. Absolutely I do-“ Dunk exclaimed quickly when his lack of response had made you second guess it you’d read this whole thing wrong.

“great!” You grabbed the water bottle from his hand and tossed it at your bean bag chair pushing yourself against him instantly and grabbing his shoulders. You couldn’t reach his lips, tippy toes or not so he was going to have to help you out a bit and bend down. Or pick you up-you’d be happy with that option too!

He reached a hand up to touch your side, to stabilize you a bit but he didn’t actually bent down to meet your lips, which were currently kissing at the bit of skin that the collar of his shirt didn’t cover.

“You’re lovely,” he was clearly fighting the words as they came out. “But your drunk…”

You pull your arms down a bit taken back by the comment. “So are you!” You gawk slightly looking up at him.

“I don’t want ‘ya waking up and regretting this.” He approached his hesitation from a different angle this time but when you started to strip your skirt off a foot from him his resolve threatened to break.

He had been feeling you arse thought your skirt all night…rubbing slightly at it when you would shift in his lap.

“fuck me-“ he groaned and ran a hand down his face with a low groan.

“yeah, that’s exactly what I’m thing ta do!” You laughed and stood there looking up so sweetly at him when his hand finally stopped shielding his eyes.

Your top was cropped so it wasn’t hiding any of your pratically bare midsection and legs from him. Your skin was so smooth…shinny still from the lotion he’d watch you apply earlier before the pub.

When you realized that he seemed pretty focused on the lace flowers that were patterned onto the front of your thong you reached down, bitting your lip and trailing your hand over the fabric.

“pretty aren’t they?” You spoke softly, clearly trying to be a bit more seductive than your normal voice might allow.

“feel them-“

“Shouldn’t be out wearing that sort of thing doll.” He warned, like scolding you might distract him from the actual desires he was having. He wanted to feel them for himself but he also wanted to pull them off and stuff them on his pocket for later. He had a sick idea that what was between your thighs was softer than your underwear. That was what he wanted to feel, you.

“That’s why I wore them out with you Dunk.” You rolled your eyes a bit. “Don’t think anybody could even attempt to look up my skirt with your big hand grabbing at my backside.”

“big hand-they aren’t-they aren’t that big are they?”

When he held his palms up between you two you almost moaned out loud. He had no blood clue how big they were, or that you’d gotten wet just from feeling how much expansive they were on your figure and he never he touched you.

“they are.” You blinked eyes glued to them and you legitimately licked your lip when seeing one of the veins bulge a bit.

“Sit down.” You push on his chest and he willingly sits down in your bean bag chair. It’s not much more than cushion for a man of his size but it’s better than just being on the floor.

“listen to me Duncan. I’m not that drunk-not by a fucking mile-“ he opened his mouth like he was about to argue with you and you covered his mouth with your hand and sat down in his lap. “-and I don’t think I’m capable of regretting anything that I might do with you.”

“Doll-you…you could regret it! Might not be what you like, or not as good as you expected.”

You’d grabbed his hand now and rubbed at it before leading his palm back to your arse and pushing on his fingers until he grope at the curve of you.

“I’ll regret not doing this and going home being able to pretend like all we are is friends.” You knew if this didn’t happen that both of you would just fall into normal routine back in flea bottom, that this moment of mutual attention and shared boldness would pass right over you two.

“Now don’t tell me what I want and don’t want, I’m serious Duncan.” You warn him as you grab the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up over your head.

“okay.” He blubbered out, eyes following your tits at the shirt comes off and your tits jiggle because they are only being controlled by some bra cakes.

“If you don’t want to sleep with me then that’s fine…but if all you’re worried about is my sensibilities in the morning then we don’t have anything stopping us!”

Apparently that speech, or the removal of your shirt, was reassuring enough for him because the second you stopped speaking he grabbed your jaw and pulled you to his mouth.

The exasperated attitude you had less than 20 seconds ago was completly melted away as you turned to straddle him and strech your neck to keep reaching as your lips for lost in the constant contact with his.

“For fucks sake…” Duncan had to break the kiss, lips flushed and his nose a bit red. Both of you panting for air unable to wipe the dopey smiles off either of your faces.

“don’t huff about something you like.” You kissed his jaw, warm tongue gently poking out to make the kisses your trailed down his neck warm and wet.

Your eyes glanced up at him when his big fingers gathered your hair and tossed it back behind your shoulder.

“you love kissing me…don’t you?” You drawled out softly, just before sucking a mark onto the underside of his jaw.

“Does taunting me get you off or something?” He quipped and sunk down against the bean bag a bit.

“You could find you-“ you whispered in his ear shaking your hips from side to side a bit as he lounged into a relaxed sitting position. Cutting yourself off when your voice trembled because Duncan had laid his warm hand down on your side, fingers catching the waistband of your thong a bit. You were dripping thinking about him pulling them down and touching you there. Forehead hiding against his shoulder as you anticipated the sensation, wanting to be able to muffle the moans that would start flowing embarrassingly quickly once he gave you the attention you were vying for.

“Come ‘er.” His voice was deeper when both of his hands bypassed the string over your hips and instead latched to your ass. Each cupping a cheek and squeezing.

The lift from his hands did bring you up a bit off his lap, so now were basically laid against his upper body. Dunks hands didn’t move though, even once he was content with your positioning.

You slung a arm up around his head when he groped the meat of your backside and you whined hiding your face from him still because the room was now filled with your join heavy breathing and the wet vulgar noise of your pussy. Each time he moved his hands against your bum the squelching of arousal between your lips was heard.

“So wet for me.” Duncan hummed, like he was hypnotized by the feeling of your skin under his hands and hearing how much you wanted him had only made the enhancement stronger.

“D-Dunk…” you were just whining, no clue what else to say, no thought on what you wanted all you knew was that you need him!

You had gone from overeager and amused to all soft and whimpery. He hoped that wasn’t a bad thing. It didn’t feel like it was a bad thing when your fingers were twirling the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You okay doll?” He tucked his chin down to see you, his hand stopping with his fingers up under the string that went between you cheeks and his grip on your cheek lightened some, he’d feel sick from how his head would spin the morning when you’d tell him you had little sprinklings of bruises all over your arse. He wouldn’t know if he should hit himself for being such an idiot or if he should palm his crotch because of how hard he got seeing you turn around to show him each little mark. His outstretched fingers left.

“mhm…” you blink up at him, looking way more drunk than any pint could make you! “Feels good.” You whisper laying your cheek back down.

“Take em off me.” You begged sweetly and he couldn’t resist doing what you asked so within the minute your panties and little bra pasties were off without you having to move an inch.

Duncan had shifted you up against his chest some more so your face could reach his better and it was his turn to press soft pecks down your neck and jaw. He didn't suck like you had, he didn't want people looking at you for a second time to confirm what mark their minds had seen.

He diddnt want people getting the wrong idea about you, thinking you were flinging yourself at people.

“touch me.” His thought, that were trying very hard to be valiant, faded when you press your hips forward and humped his stomach. “Don’t make me do it myself Duncan.” You groaned and before you could finish talking his hand had reached under your compeltly, forearm laid on your bum and fingers trailing over your warm swollen lips.

You turned your chin up so you could kiss him when he started to push them daringly against you. Easily working his long middle finger into your slit and dragging it right over your clit.

The sensation made you jolt a bit, you knew you’d been pretty worked up but the zinging feeling that his fingers rubbing against your hardened clit caused was so instant that it took you off guard. Normally it took a while for you you start feeling that sensation. Hell, normally the guy was already in you and you’d just started to play with yourself to make it somewhat stimulating for yourself!

But the gentlest touch, the simplest thing had you twitching when it was Dunk doing it.

“That too hard?” He pulled his head back so you could answer him instead of just muttering against his mouth. He wasn’t nearly as experienced as he wished he was right now. He thought those noises sounded good but the other girl he’d been with hadn’t started moaning so quickly…she hadn’t jerked around when he touched her.

Your forehead was pinched together and he couldn’t tell if it was focus or discomfort…until your head dropped back and he saw a happy smile strech over your face. So big that he caught a flash of your teeth as you nodded and your cheeks raised up making your eyes squinty.

“No, not to hard,” your words were flowing together “feels so good-I promise”. Your hand slipped down his back and grabbed a decent amount of fabric before pulling it up and tugging the long sleeve over his head.

Your hands instantly dragging down his broad chest and your tongue jutted out to lick your lips some as your fingers trailed over his stomach.

“can you keep rubbing me like that?” You requested while taking ahold of his forearm and rubbing through the pale hair that covered that bit of him, feeling the occasional little scar.

His face went warm at your insistence that he keep going, he wasn’t going to deny you, but the way you nodded fast, eyes moving from his face to his hand over and over had his pants starting to feel uncomfortable. You were just so bloody pretty and you wanted him to touch you so badly that you were bringing his hand to your soaked cunt?! It made him feel dizzy.

“so soft here.” He observed as his fingers rubbed gently against your damp folds and then began to make circles over your clit.

“and here-god, you’re really soft here.” The unoccupied hand had left your side and cupped one of your breasts. Experimenting with how the flesh pooled into the spaces between his fingers, that your dusky nipple hardened when he flicked at it with his thumb.

You’d taken to gripping at the bloody bean bag chair by this point because his hand between your thighs and the other toying with your nipples had you feeling better than the little vibrating wand you had stuffed in your sock drawer did! In the battle of man versus machine, Duncan was putting up a really good showing for man!

“Ahh! Fuck-hmm Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore eyes sealing shut and your back arched pretty severely as you came. Hips shaking and your legs slammed shut, trapping his wrist so he couldn’t keep stimulating you. “Oh my god…” you finally exhale, chest heaving as you caught your breath and slowly peeled your eyes open looking at him. He’d let go of your boob at some point during all that and had cupped the back of your head.

He just looked amazed and bewildered at the same time. Like he didn’t know women could react as strongly as men did when they had an orgasm.

You turned your head kissing his bicep while slowly opening your knees up so blood flow could return to his hand.

“That was amazing darling.” His voice was husky and deep. Need dripping from it but he wasn’t going to let his hunger have an impact on your enjoyment or in this situation your recovered post climax.

You murmured thank you’s against his arm. Laughing at yourself when his hand finally was allowed by your thighs to move and you almost instantly groaned from the loss of contact.

“I’m done for.” You groaned a bit rubbing your face and taking a deep steadying breath. You’d just had an orgasm that was so full bodied and wonderful that you were legitimately sweating and already you were winging about his hand leaving you?

“your lovely,” he smiled taking your spent image in, you look so pretty, hair all gone astray, cheeks red and eyes heavy. He bent over you a bit to peck your lips that were glued in a pleased little girl. “Look lovely.” He hummed kissing down your neck a bit hand cupping your sides.

“Dunk-“ you knew what he was planning, there was only one reason a man every started kissing down between your breasts and to your stomach. And as much as you did want his head trapped between your thighs you also knew yourself well enough to know that you’d likely he exhausted if you came again so soon, and you wanted to be able to help him get off!

His hands kept lowering down your sides, his big mouth devouring your lower belly in kisses as his fingers held to the sides of your bottom. He was pratically drooling, he wanted to taste you, wanted to make you moan like you had a minute ago with his fingers.

You almost forgot about needing to cool off because he started to kiss your thighs and his nose was dragging against the nook between your thighs and mound.

“wait-let me taste ya” he breathed out piercing blue eyes looking up at you as your pushed his big head back. “Come’on doll.” He wasn’t begging but he did sound like you’d taken the last bite of his plate.

With a shocking amount of agility you swung your leg over his broad back and rolled off the bean bag onto your knees, hands pressed to the floor to stand yourself up. He flopped over onto his back against the squishy ‘chair’ and just smiled, looking at you in all your glory. He hand rested on his chest for a moment, chest rising and falling quickly and when he saw your eyes dart to his jeans he groaned quickly covering the bulge with his palms.

“I don’t need any of that from ya.” He spoke quickly. “I can handle this, just want you to get what you need.”

You smiled slightly and shook your head. “And what if I want to handle it Dunk?” He could fucking cum at the sound of those words falling from your mouth. You got an audible groan from him when you continued. “I wanted your cock in my mouth since you touched my back during pre-drinks.” Promptly turning and going up the ladder to your lofted bunk bed.

“And don’t make me wrestle with those bloody jeans.” You called out, the bed creaking as you laid against it. Smiling to yourself, this was going so well, you couldn’t help but be giddy.

Duncan, to your joy, had taken a single step on the ladder to reach your mattress. He looked around a bit. It was a tight squeeze.

“do these things have a weight limit?” He grumbled while getting himself laid beside you. It was more intimate up here, you basically had to be touching and your eyes didn’t have anything to look at other than the other persons face.

Something about the closeness, his hand heaving over the curve of your hip and his head resting on the same pillow as yours made you nervous.

“I’ve actually hosted quite a party up here before. Orgys and whatnot.” You joke, feeling the need to lighten the intensity you were feeling in your heart.

“You’ve not, Jesus.” He rolled his eyes and you cracked a smile when his hand squeezed your hip. “Just don’t need to destroy your dorm the day before move out.” He muttered, lips brushing yours.

“I don’t know,” you breath in the air he exhales and your nose settles just under his. “That seems like rather convenient timing for me.”

He kiss him his laugh getting stuck in his throat and slowly you shit your knees under you and break the connection of your lips glancing down to see he had indeed gotten rid of the jeans but still had on his tight briefs.

Your hand reached down and grabbed him through the fabric, squeezing until he gave a pleased moan. You wanted to see what kind of grip he liked, all guys were different after all.

He gone red and silent, a hand covering his face as he twitched. You liked how shy he was about it, he wasn’t some prick who was as used to girls going down on him constantly and just expected it to occur. He was all flustered about your face even being level with his crotch and it just made you even more eager to give him a good show!

“you’re suppose to watch.” You hummed, dragging the waistband down his legs.

“Jesus fucking Christ-“ he shot up, head hitting the ceiling when he attempted to sit up to grab you. He was worried you were going to fall off the end of the bed trying to get his underwear off his feet, which were hanging pretty significantly off the end of the bed. “Fuck!” He hissed one hand rubbing the red spot on his forhead and his other hand had grabbed one of your thighs, gripping it quite hard and literally yanking you back.

You sat up eyes wide and cringed as his hand pulled away and you saw the bump on his forhead. “That why you’re suppose to just lay down and let me do this”. You sighed leaning down. Gently pressing a kiss to the injury.

“Just-stay away from the cliff that if the end of this bed, please!” He groaned, hand rubbing over your back as you peppered his lips and jaw with kisses.

“okay…” you started to kiss down his neck over his chest and smiled up at him when you reached the happy trail below his naval. “Can I stop right…here…this isn’t to close to the edge.” You spoke softly as your nose dragged against the sensitive skin leading to the base of his cock.

“Right Dunk?” You look up at him as your tongue came out to wet his shaft. Pupils widening as you as you get a taste of him. “Hm?” Your tongue laves up one side until your reach his tip and cock your brow waiting for a response from him.

“mmm, yeah-yeah that’s grand right there.” He nodded when you stopped moving. “So good there.” He swallowed the lump in his throat while reaching down to push your hair over your shoulder so he could see you better.

You give him a cheeky smirk and sneak a peck to his palm when it brushes your cheek before lowering yourself down properly and starting to lick and suck at him in earnest. You just wanted tk taunt him a bit. Not drive him mad, he didn’t deserve that!

“fuck!” He swore brows coming together as he watched your hand wrapped around him and your mouth strech wide. Your lips were cracked a bit in the corner but that didn’t bother you, actually it spurred you on more. The concept that he was so bloody big that your throat could not even take him fully-that made your thighs squeezed together. “Right there-y-yeah, just like that, oh fuck” he moaned as your cheeks puffed out from him taking up all the space in your mouth nodding down at you as the tip of your little tongue reached beyond your lips to reach even just a bit more of his veiny throbbing dick.

You were mumbling things against him. He had no fucking idea what you were saying because your mouth was very much occupied by him but he appropriate how it made your throat vibrate.

“S-stop- you gotta stop I’m going to finish.” He bit out, his hand leaving its place on your ass. He’d started rubbing over that curve as you knelt over him. You weren’t sure if it was more soothing to him or you!

You couldn’t frown, but you would have because he backed his hips up and pulled you back up the bed, rising his side off the mattress and slipping you under him.

“I’m not going to cum until you do.” He said seriously and you wiped your mouth, knees already rising up instinctively and settling against his sides. Opening yourself up to him. Whimpering your you felt his leaking tip drag against your warm slit. It felt like he was made for you. Cock hung at the perfect angle to slot right in…all he needed to do was part your puffy lips some.

“okay…” you were breathless in anticipation, holding to the back of his neck. “Technically I came already but yeah, okay.” You stroke the back of his head watching his face as his hand moved between you and he circled your clit until your hips lifted to meet his hand. Eyelids fluttering at the sensation and just before you opened your mouth to tell him to stop stalling his cockhead hooked inside your.

“oh-“ your brows raised that the feeling and your mouth hung open. Duncan was using his arms to keep himself up so you weren’t of entirely crushed under him. He was watching you very closely, observing you for discomfort or warnings he should stop. He had to sink in a few inches, mostly because his back was as hitting the ceiling and that wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world…but also because he couldn’t fully resist chasing the silk warm feeling of your core.

“more-“ you basically growl, fingers pulling a bit on his hair trying to urge him down to kiss you but he was way to paranoid about hurting you to get lost against your lips.

Duncan watch your face, watch your neck to look for signs of tensing or cringing as he complied with your demand, slowly rocking more of him into your insanely wet cunt.

“F-fuc-fuck!” You drawl out the groan as he stretches you. Able to feel him so deep that you swore he was moving around things in your stomach. “Fuck-your big.” You turn your face into the pillow whimpering.

“Hey-no, I need you to open your eyes….i gotta see you’re okay.” He said seriously, cheek to your jaw as his hips stutter to a stop.

You whined and turned your head forward against opening your eyes.

“keep going…please.” You wrapped your legs around his back and pushed your heels into him.

“Please”

Duncan kissed you, finally, for the first time since entering you and both of you just melted into one another. His hands always moving, soothing you as his hips began to jolt forward. You were gripping tightly to his hair, devouring his lips with yours and gasping out encouragement.

“Fuck! Oh god-faster!” You bite down on his shoulder hands shaking when his tips reaches a bit deeper and hits a spot in you that nobody has ever reached. It made you eyes go black and your fingers tense.

“Duncan-keep going.” You begged him. Voice breathy but deathly serious. He could feel how you were tensing around him, your walls squeezing hard and it was making his own vision a bit blurry from how good it felt to feel you milk him.

“keep-ugh!” You almost shout and push hard against his chest, not nearly having the strength to move him but he pulled out of you instantly, looking down as his cock legitimately dripped worn your release.

You were clinging to him in the moments after the intense orgasm, hiding your face in his neck and whimpering continuously, he is as kissing your neck stroking his thumb over your cheek. Just smiling like a fool because you look so bloody beautiful and you’d just physically given him everything you had. He was enamored before but now…well now he didn’t even have a word for what he felt!

Belatedly you regained a more normal breathing rhythm and the haze in your eyes cleared. Looking down between you because there was something warm on you. Your exhaled with a smile and bit at your bottom lip when you saw Duncan had came on your stomach at some point in the mist of your orgasm. He was heavy and soft against your hip now and when he realized he’d made such a mess against you he slipped to his side and groaned.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He sighed, instantly bearing himself up. He was about to reach for his underwear to wipe you up right away but you were looking down at your soft abdomen with a transfixed look, fingers slowly dancing down them and swirling up the pearly thick liquid.

“Finish in me next time.” You whispered feeling his release between your fingers.

He laughed into your shoulder having to look away from the playing your fingers were doing. Opting instead to look at your face.

“You’re serious?” He blinked and the flush returned to his ears.

“Mhm,” you nodded and turned your head so both of your cheeks were flush to the pillow and guy smiled sweetly at him.

“I think there’s alot of things about me that might shock you Dunk.” You smirk. Blinking softly at him as he leans over to kiss your cheek, just before your hand come up to your mouth and your lick your leash fingers clean. Not breaking eye contact with him for a second.

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