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Not Easy

Summary:

Four quick fics based on the prompt "reader who can't cum easily" sent to my Tumblr inbox.

Notes:

Prompt

The following prompt was sent in by a Tumblr user: what about 141 with a reader who’s hard to make cum. like still enjoying everything, but just can’t cum easily <3

Chapter 1: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Chapter Text

 

“Hey, baby girl,” coos Kyle into your ear. “Relax.”

Kyle adjusts your legs, pushing them toward your chest. He settles between, the head of his cock catching at your entrance.

“Breathe for me. That’s it.” Kyle starts to sink in and you moan loudly, fingers digging into his back.

Sex with Kyle is always electric. He knows that you tend to get into your head, to drift even if you’re enjoying everything. Kyle understands, which is why he’s always careful in making sure you get off too, even if it takes extra time.

He always knows how to lavish you with attention, making each moment exhilarating.

“You’re doing so well, love. Taking all of me.” Kyle slides home and your back arches off the bed.

Kyle rolls his hips slowly, hitting that perfect spot inside you. He’s taking his time, moving casually, making you take and feel every inch. It’s fucking delicious, and your body buzzes with need as if bees live beneath your skin.

Before this, Kyle had his head between your legs, licking you toward orgasm. But one is never enough for him. Kyle always needs you to have two before he’s through with you.

“That feel good, love?” Kyle leans in and brushes his lips against yours.

You moan into him, and Kyle drapes himself over you, thrusting.

“You’re fucking perfect,” mumbles Kyle.

He shifts to one forearm. His other arm rests against your thigh, keeping you wide, his fingers finding your clit. The touch sends a shiver of pleasure through you. Using some of your slickness, Kyle rubs little circles as he thrusts.

Whimpering, you tighten your arms around him, attempting to pull him closer. Kyle nips at your bottom lip and smiles.

“Let’s have another orgasm, love. Want to feel you come around me.”

Kyle’s words drip with lust. It keeps you in the moment, twisting around you to envelope your senses. His fingers on your clit and his cock inside you stirs everything around.

“Come on, baby girl. One more.”

You do want one more, truly, you do. But sometimes you crawl out of it, sinking further away from orgasm. Kyle must sense this, because he touches the side of your face, guiding you to look into his eyes.

“Look at me, love.”

“Kyle,” you mumble, pussy clenching slightly.

“Look at me.” You do and Kyle leans in for another kiss.

His fingers start up again against your clit. This time, the orgasm returns, and you do everything you can to focus in on it. Kyle isn’t thrusting anymore. He’s entirely focused on your clit.

“Come for me, baby girl. Come for me.”

Your eyelids flutter as you sink into the feeling, chasing it. Your legs fall open, and then you’re split, everything in you firing forward.

“That’s it,” coos Kyle. “That’s my good girl.”

Your body shudders, and your moan comes out chocked.

Kyle starts thrusting again. His fingers play with you through your orgasm, and then he’s groaning above you, holding flush to your body.

Kyle’s lips are on your mouth, on your cheek, on your jaw. They are sweet and coaxing, easing you back down to earth.

“How you feeling, love?” asks Kyle.

You hum with happiness.