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God it's cold out.
Like, really cold out.
It doesn't help that most of your sweaters and hoodies were in the laundry. Well, you were in the process of washing them, but still.
That is, until, you see Ford's sweater just laying on his bed. Is this inappropriate? Nah, you've been dating long enough, right? The moment you put it on is when you start to question yourself on whether or not it was really okay. I mean yeah, maybe it wasn't so innocent; maybe you wanted to-
“Hey if you need- oh.”
God, that's embarrassing.
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry, it's just that all my other jackets and stuff is in the laundry, and it's cold out, so-”
He is absolutely not listening to a word you're saying. You're wearing his sweater? It.. actually looks really good on you. Is it just him or is it kinda warm in here?
“-ford? Stanford. Hello? You okay?” You ask, a little concerned for him. fuck.
“I was asking you if it was okay to wear your sweater for the meantime? I mean it's fine if you don't want me to, I can take it off.” Your hands grab the hem of the sweater, lifting it a little as if to ask for permission to wear it, when your shirt gets caught up in it; causing it to lift up a bit, exposing a small bit of your skin. You know, it doesn't help that the shorts you're wearing only barely go past the hem of the sweater.
God. You looked good.
“No! N-no, uh.. It's fine really, you can wear it for today.” He cringed at himself for sounding so desperate.
“Oh, you sure?”
Yes, please, yes.
“Yes, no need to worry about it. You, uh.. you look good.” He smiles, cringing at himself a little, cheeks flushed; pants maybe a little tight.
“Oh! um.. Thanks Ford, you're so sweet.” You smile, cheeks warming up. He hopes you don't notice.
You don't.
He feels like a pervert for not being able to take his eyes away from you. He can't stop thinking about you, and god, you looked amazing.
Why were you here again? Oh yeah. Right, to study for the chemistry test. With him. Right. It's a good thing Fidds is out right now.
He can't focus, he can't help but look over at you on his bed. The way you were laying.. Elbow propping you up as you laid on your side and head resting on your hand, the other placed on your thigh. Your shorts can barely be seen and your thighs have his pillow in between them as you stare at your textbook.
“What are you looking at, dork?” You say lightheartedly and playfully, giving him a soft smile. He's glad it's only his head that's turned to you because he is so incredibly hard right now. The sound of your voice is doing something for him, that's for sure.
“Ahh, uh- nothing, haha.” He looks away quickly trying to hide his flushed face.
“Mm, okay then.” You smirk, oh, so it was working then? Mission success, you flustered him! you're mentally punching the air in celebration. If only you knew what was actually happening.
He resists the urge to just excuse himself to the bathroom and take care of it, he just has to wait it out. Despite that, the conversation goes pretty smoothly from thereon out. A couple instances however, made him want to take you then and there; like when you accidentally dropped your pen and had to look for it under his bed. He sighs ever so slightly, covering his mouth; the view of you from where he was standing is making him go crazy. He sucks in a breath, careful to not make a sound. He can see a small bit of your underwear underneath your shorts. Damn it.
It aches. He's so hard right now it's actually starting to hurt; and he's pretty sure that you'd be able to see it at this point. He looks down and sees a small wet stain on his pants. He groans a little, but not enough for you to hear as he uncomfortably shifts in his seat.
You come back up, pen in hand with a small smile on your face, “Found it!”
He can't take it anymore. He lets out a sigh as he places his hand on the bulge of his pants, putting the smallest amount of pressure on it. Breath hitching, he begins a slow and steady rhythm as he rubs the growing ache in his pants.
“What was that?” You ask,
He snaps out of it, “Wh- huh? Nothing, nothing.” What was he doing? This is so creepy and weird, nevermind the fact that you're technically dating.
Eventually, you had to leave. Disappointing, yeah, but well, you can't do anything about it. You give him back his sweater, and say goodbye.
You close the door behind you, and immediately he lets out a sigh of mixed relief and pleasure. Wiping his face with his hand, he sits down on the bed, fumbling with the zipper of his pants. His glasses were a little crooked and slightly foggy, but he didn't care.
He finally gets it undone, letting out a soft moan, barely even a whisper. He takes his cock out and just breathes for a bit, not even bothering to pull neither his pants nor his boxers down. He's panting at this point; it's throbbing, aching to be touched. He takes his sweater and takes a long, deep breath.
It smells so much like you. He can barely contain himself as he starts rubbing the tip. Ford sighs. He slowly starts to stroke himself, trying so hard to imagine that it was you. His face is flushed as he imagines you doing it yourself. Your beautiful, amazing hands on his throbbing cock.
He imagines being inside your mouth; you making him feel so good and praising him.. calling him good and telling him how smart he is, how obedient he is.
He whimpers out, “Please.”
He moans out your name, “I'll be so good, please.” He moans, voice barely above a whisper. He imagines you riding him, juices overflowing from the pleasure he gives you. He wants to make you feel good too, and you let him know that. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear. You kiss his neck as you're riding him and tell him just how good he's making you feel.
Grinding your hips against him.. He imagines switching positions, pinning you down and fucking you so hard your sounds will be sure to wake up the neighbors. The thought of you wearing his sweater, eyes rolled back and moaning his name as he grips onto your hips; making incoherent sounds of pleasure as he pumps deeper and deeper into you.
The lewd sounds coming out of eachothers mouths as you both would be nearing your climax. He's so close, but he slows down the pace; fantasizing about you taking back control and forcefully keeping the both of you moving so that the both of you don't finish. Not yet.
“I need you, please…” He begs, “Please let me cum, please..” His breathing is heavy, heart pounding in his chest. Hrgh.. God, he's such a loser..
His mind recalls back to what you said earlier,
“Thanks, Ford. You're so sweet.”
He's going to cum, oh god. His breath hitches, bucking up into his hand as the other grips his sheets. The ‘you’ in his mind won't let that happen, and he slows down the pace again. Ugh, why does he torture himself like this?
This happens a couple more times until he can't take it anymore. His brain feels like it's melting and going straight into his dick. His eyes roll back as he gasps, moaning out your name.
He feels like he's seeing stars. Long strings of pearly white come squirting out. His breath hitches as they do, pumping his cock in a steady but slow rhythm. It takes a good minute for his orgasm to stop, and even then it was as if he was in heaven.
“Ugh, I'll have to clean that up.” He pants, taking a second to clear his mind. Well, at least that took some of the stress off of him.
He zips up his pants and cleans the fog off his glasses. His legs are shaking; damn, that felt good. He grabs some tissues and starts to clean up when he realizes you left your calculator on his bed. How late is it? He can make it, he thinks, if he's quick enough. He's a little ashamed, though. He literally just came to you, now he's going to your apartment?
Well, nevermind that. He changes into something more weather appropriate, noting that one of his sweaters was missing; did it get lost in the laundry or something?
He starts heading towards your apartment, calculator in hand. It's just a couple doors down anyway. He goes to knock on your door, but finds it already open by just a small sliver. He opens the door wider and peeks in, seeing.. you.
Rubbing your clit, lightly moaning out his name. The other hand massages your breast, pleasuring yourself wearing nothing but his sweater. The sweater he thought he lost a few days ago.
You're about to cum when you see him standing at the doorway, mouth slightly agape and face flushed beyond comprehension.
Your breath hitches as you gasp, realizing it's too late and that you can feel your orgasm washing over your body. “St.. Stanford- I.. Ha.. wait..” You managed to get out as your juices squirt out, your eyes a little wet, and you feel so good.
He has never been so turned on before.
It takes a moment for your mind to clear up after your orgasm, your face flushed with embarrassment. But as you lay there in front of him: so, so wet, face red, breathless, and wearing nothing but his sweater… He just can't help himself. “Ha.. hngh.. I.. I'm sorry, let me clean myself up, god I'm so sorry you had to see that I-”
He kisses you, both of you falling into your bed and your hands hesitantly grabbing his hair as you moan into his mouth. He grabs your waist, holding you still. You can barely move with the way he's gripping you, but you don't mind. God, you are so lucky you don't have a roommate; god forbid someone walks in on you two now.
He breaks the kiss, “S.. So that's where my sweater went.” He smiles as he lets out a breathless chuckle, admiring the view below him. You, on the other hand, admire the way his cheeks flushed, how his glasses fogged up, and the shy and flustered expression that appeared on his face; contrasting the control he had over you right now. God, the way he's gripping onto you makes it hard to think; and with the way he's positioned you can feel him through his pants.
You feel a little ashamed as you desperately try to create some friction between the two of you, leaving some of your slick on his pants. He realizes what you're doing and silently slides a hand over your thighs towards your core, making you shudder as he did so.
“Can I?” He asks you with those big beautiful puppy eyes, like he was completely oblivious to what he did to you.
“Yes, please,” you answer, out of breath and almost begging.
“Just- just.. um.. tell me if I'm doing it uh, correctly.” He bashfully says before running his finger between your folds. As a man of science, he happened to know a thing or two about anatomy. He just hopes he remembers right.
His thumb starts rubbing circles around your clit, his erection getting worse when he hears your moans of pleasure. The little ‘yes's and ‘please's are making him go crazy. He decides to get a little bold and slowly inch his finger inside of you.
“F.. Ford..” You manage out, his thick finger makes its way up, pumping in and out of you.
His brow furrows and you hear him curse under his breath as he adds another finger, and your breath hitches, throwing your head back a bit and accidentally meeting him in the eyes. Something about how you're coming undone under him, hands gripping on his shoulder, trembling and squirming at his touch; because of him, his fingers. It triggers something inside of him, something almost primal.
Before he knew it, he was down by your clit, tongue running laps up and down your core. You moan out in surprise before realizing your volume and covering your sounds with your hand.
“Ford.. so good,” You softly moan out; he takes his fingers out and licks them clean, as if he was a wild animal. You never expected him to be that type of person. It turns you on even more and you're not even sure that he realizes it.
“You're so beautiful,” He kisses your inner thigh, “So perfect, you look like you were carved by Michelangelo himself.” He says, kissing your swollen clit before sucking it lightly. You groan, “Stanford..”
At that, he plunges his tongue deep inside of you, the sounds coming out of your mouth becoming more and more lewd as he pumps in and out of you. You try to be as quiet as possible, but with how his nose is hitting your clit, and how starved he comes off as he fucks you with his tongue, you don't think that's possible.
“Stanford!” You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you reach your climax and squirt into his mouth. Orgasm sending electric shocks through your body as your mind turns into mush from the pleasure; legs shaking and twitching as you do. You grip onto his hair as he helps you through it by rubbing slow circles around your clit.
He lets out a moan of his own, although not as loud as yours; your name spilling out of his lips, stuttering a little. The way he said it sent shivers down your spine.
You mumble a ‘sorry’ under your breath, and he looks up at you before swallowing.
“H.. How'd you even get so good at this?” You smile at him, slurring your words, panting and out of breath. He smiles at you bashfully, unsure of what to say.
He takes a look at you, pussy glistening, drooling from the pleasure, and face flushed. He wants to make you feel so, so good; but his dick is leaking precum and he definitely doesn't want you to see, besides, he's not sure he'll last that long.
You look down at the man who just gave you the biggest orgasm of your life. Noticing the cute flush on his face, you sit up from your bed; he was kneeling down, cock so hard you can visibly see it outline his pants. You notice a small wet stain on his pants and he turns away, avoiding your gaze. Well, that's definitely getting you going.
You grab the collar of his shirt and pin him down to your bed. He yelps as you straddle him and set yourself down on the bulge of his pants; your body twitches, forgetting that you just finished, and that you were still recovering from the previous one. Fuck, you wanted to just rip his pants off and ride his dick already, but that wouldn't be any fun now would it?
He pants, whining into his hand. You kiss him tenderly, hands exploring his body until eventually landing on his chest. His stomach was soft, something he confided in you that he was a tad bit insecure about. No matter, you'll show him just how much you love him in a second.
“You make me feel so good, baby.” You say into his ear, a little out of breath. You grind onto him, your juices wetting his pants as he tries so desperately to keep quiet. Cute. You unbutton his shirt, taking it off and dragging your hand across his chest. He squirms, the cold air contrasting your warm hands,
“P-please, I'm going to…”
“Oh honey, not yet,” You say, taking yourself off of his bulge and placing yourself on his stomach. He could feel how wet you were and god he wishes you'd just let him cum.
He whimpers out your name, “Please,” Taking pity on him, you pull down his pants — the outline around his boxers making you go crazy — and let his cock out, but nothing more than that.
“Shh, it's okay.. just let me take care of you this one time, okay?” He hesitantly nods. You kiss him, tongue flicking his lower lip to signal him to open his mouth. He obeys, and you take control this time. His hands land on your waist, groaning into your mouth.
“So good for me,” You say, breaking the kiss and opting instead to kiss his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. You suck at his skin. His head throws back as he gasps, hand grasping at your hair. You stop, getting up and admiring the marks you made on his skin. Remarkable how his glasses stayed on after all of that. He looks adorable, though, so you leave it be.
You could feel him squirming underneath you, and you grin mischievously. He sits up, a little confused. Gasping, his hands clutch your sheets as you leave a trail of saliva down his happy trail towards his throbbing dick. You place a soft kiss on his tip, licking the opening as you did. He whines, but doesn't object.
He's just a little bit above average and so, so thick. You can barely take him in your mouth. A whine comes out of his mouth, “Wait–” He interjects,
You take more of him in, lavishing in the sounds he makes as you down more and more of his length. But just when his eyes are rolled back, eyes watering, and about to cum, you stop. He groans in frustration, and you can almost see his descent into madness as you kiss his inner thigh.
He mutters ‘please’ under his breath, and you decide that it's time for a reward. “So good for me, aren't you, Ford?”
“I think it's time for a reward.” You get up and straddle him, putting in his throbbing cock agonizingly slowly. “Goodness..” He moans out. You can barely focus as you move down. It hurts a little, but it hurts so good. You gasp halfway through, god he feels so good you feel like you'll cum if you move.
It barely takes a second for your mind to register what was happening when you feel him grabbing your hips and slamming up into you; letting out a loud yelp as you felt his cock twitching inside your walls. You writhe in pleasure, twitching as he pumps more and more into you. Hips jerking up with every thrust, his rhythm getting faster and faster as he tries to feel more of you.
You take one of his hands in yours, noting that there are probably going to be hand-shaped six-fingered bruises on your hips for a few weeks. Intertwining your fingers together, his extra one covering your hand completely at this point; you put your other hand on his shoulder to try and balance yourself.
“I-.. I'm so close, baby, please don't stop.” Your drool spills out, the sounds of skin slapping together and the heat and pleasure shared between the two of you is getting you closer and closer.
You can barely think, fuck,
“Stanford, inside.. please..” you beg him,
“Wh.. wha-”
“Cum inside me, p-please.. I'm yours baby, all yours…”
He pistons into you with an intensity you've never seen from him before, both of you getting sent over the edge. You can feel his thick, hot release painting the inside of your walls, his thick cock still sliding in and out of you as you ride out your orgasm on him. The sounds you made coupled with his would've embarrassed the two of you if you weren't so mind-fucked. He eventually stops, and you help him out with his orgasm by slowly grinding on him.
Both of you try to catch your breaths with him still inside of you.
“S-sorry..” He says sighing into your neck as he takes a minute to collect himself.
You smile, breathing heavy, “Don't be,” you run a hand through his hair and he seems to lean into you as you did so, “That was amazing. Not bad for our first time, huh?”
He chuckles, “I just realized that my pants are probably ruined by now.” He says, putting his arms around you loosely.
“Oh god, yeah, I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you, I've got some extra pajamas here that you left last time? If you.. want to stay the night?” You offer, cupping his face and wiping away some of the sweat with the sweater you were wearing.
Oh yeah, you'll have to give that back in a bit.
“Mm, yes, I'd like that.” He kisses you on the lips and you give him a satisfied hum as he does so.
“Remind me to buy condoms next time.” He flushes, then his face turns into panic. “No, no, it's okay. Today's a safe day, it's fine.” You wrap your arms around him, taking advantage of the closeness between you two.
You slip him out of you, shuddering when you had to leave his warmth. The slick, sticky sound that came out made him blush; his cum slowly seeping out of you and down into his thighs.
As much as you would love to have a third round, you're exhausted and you're pretty sure he is too. You see him staring, pecking him on the lips, “Next time, alright?”
He looks up at you, starry eyed and face red, “Next time, yes, of course.”
You both fall back on the bed, half-naked and heaving. He chuckles, well it was more like a giggle, but let's cut him some slack. The heat of each other's bodies is more than enough to keep the both of you warm for the time being. “Shouldn't we get cleaned up?” He asks, resting his hand on your clothed waist. “In a bit. I want to stay like this for a minute, if that's okay?”
You take his glasses off and place it down on your bedside table, kissing him on the forehead as you did so. He looks at you with the most lovesick expression you've ever seen.
“Of course.”
Placing a hand on his chest, you suddenly blurt out something you've been meaning to say for so long now,
“God, I love you.”
He jolts up a little, eyes basically sparkling as his mouth parts. It takes a moment for him to process what you just said,
“You love me?" He asked, starstruck.