enzo smut / stranger things

I'm An Awful Guy, And I'm Always Away - Part Two

     "You did?" you ask, smiling against his lips and kissing him again. All he could do was hum and nod in response. Your hands made their way into his hair, running your fingers through it gently.
     He then pulled away again, still being so close to you that your noses were touching and each other's lips weren't too far apart.
     "Why wouldn't I miss you?" he asks, while you slowly slid out from underneath him, rolling over on top of him and into his lap.
     "I don't know, why wouldn't you?" you respond with a smile, kissing down his neck and down toward his jawline and collarbone.
     He shrugs, "I always miss you, I don't even like being away from you for a few minutes. If I had it my way, we'd be beside of each other all the time," he answered softly. It was so odd to see someone as carefree and dominant as him to be so sweet towards you.
     "Well, if I had it my way, you'd be fucking me all the time," you whisper bluntly, and he seemed shocked. Usually you weren't as bold as this, but for some reason things kept slipping out of your mouth without a single thought behind them. However, he liked it a lot. Too much, actually.
     "Then why don't you let me help you make that happen?" his eyes met yours for a few seconds while he spoke. You could basically feel how hard he was while you sat in his lap. I mean, you were sitting right on it, and you were doing it on purpose too.
     Slowly, he placed his hands on your hips and began to lift them a little, positioning you in the perfect place so that his dick just slipped inside of you as soon as he began to push your hips back down, causing you to gasp softly at the sensation. It was even better when you'd had such a strong desire for it for hours.
     "Now. Rough or gentle?" he asks, and usually both of you would agree beforehand by reading the room, but he wasn't so sure how you wanted it this time.
     "Rough, just use me until you're satisfied, please," you say in almost a beg.
     He laughs a little bit, keeping eye contact with you.
     "Good girl, now start using your fucking hips before I move them for you," he says in the most soft and gentle tone, he often did that even while telling you the most dirty things. But you were so stubborn right now, even though you wanted to move so badly and feel him, you still chose to make things difficult to make it more entertaining.
     "It's clearly an option, so move then for me," you whisper, earning a quiet groan from him. He'd never met someone so challenging in his entire goddamn life it seemed. It gave him something to work for, though. Not that it was always a game with you, but more like a way to see who was the biggest tease.
     "Fine then, you asked for it," he responds, continuing to stare up into your eyes, lifting your hips up slightly before pushing them back down, gently at first so you'd get adjusted to the sensation of his dick stretching you out. But after only a few more seconds of this, once he realized you'd adjusted around him just fine, he began to grip your hips tighter and move them up and down against him more harshly and aggressively, causing you to whimper.
     "You're doing so good, you take it so well for me," he praises softly, still continuing to violently thrust his hips up into you, even though he was still moving your hips up and down.
    "It feels so good," you cry out softly, groaning under your breath. The more aggressive he got with you, and the more he used you to his advantage, the better it felt. The only sounds in the room now were the two of you moaning and crying out for each other, and the noises your skin hitting one another's made. Just to tease you and keep you on the edge, he began to slow down the pace at which he thrusted up into you, now holding your hips down to keep you from moving yourself.
    "Please don't edge me," you whisper, letting out a quiet moan of frustration and pleasure. He wasn't very sympathetic for you though, he loved watching your pleasure remain under his control, your sounds based on every move that he made.
   "No no, you asked for it rough, and now you have to take it the way I give it to you," he chuckles a little, but you still tried either way to move your hips against him, but it wasn't so easy with him holding you down in place. He let you sit there, his dick still inside of you and your body resting against him in his lap. You would've given anything to be able to make him move your hips again, or to let you move yours.
     "You don't like being edged like that, do you?" he asks playfully, almost like he was taunting you.
      "Stop tormenting me and just keep fucking me, please, Enzo, I've never wanted it more," you plead with him, and it must've been pretty convincing, because after that he slowly let go of your hips so you could move them.
     "Now I didn't let go of you for nothing, start moving your hips for me," he smiles up at you, resting his hands on your sides, rubbing them gently as you began moving your hips up and down against him, and the sensation of his dick slowly getting deeper inside of you each time you pushed your hips down nearly drove you insane. This only encouraged you to go faster, and so you did. He moved his hands down to yours, holding them gently and letting you rest against him entirely as you moved your hips up and down repeatedly, crying out each time his length slammed in and out of your soaking wet pussy.
     He watched you as if he got off on staring at you while you did this, you were a slightly sweaty and horny disaster now.
     "Let me know before you cum, baby," he says, grunting lowly.
     "I will. I always do," you respond sweetly, continuing to move your hips up and down, getting quicker with it by the second.
     "Fuck, Y/N, how are you so good at this?" he asks, groaning and holding onto your hips and slowly guiding them to help.
      "Am I?" you ask, the feeling of his hands slowly moving you up and down against him at the same pace drove you crazy, and at that rate it felt even better than it should've felt.
You didn't understand how, but for some reason he was picking up on this, because he began moving your hips up and down more aggressively again.
      "Here, let me help you cum," he whispers, holding you still so you wouldn't move anymore, now moving them for you again while thrusting up into you again. "And I want you to tell me when you're almost there," he adds.
     You rested your hands on his as he moved for you, making you whine loudly, much louder than before. Slowly to keep you positioned, he reached up to kiss you, leaving you to now moan into his mouth. Then as he kissed you, he kept moving your hips a little faster, causing you to pull away for a second.
     "I'm getting close," you whisper against his lips.
     He nods, "Me too," he says quietly, eager to kiss you again and so he does. With each time he moved your hips for you it felt even better, and you felt so much closer as he kept going.
     "Cum for me, alright?" he asks, making you nod in response. He slipped onto of his hands away from your hips, cupping your face gently.
     "No, use that pretty mouth and tell me you're gonna cum for me," he demands, the sensation of his length throbbing inside of you and getting deeper was something you didn't want to stop, you'd be releasing any second now.
     "I will, I want to cum for you," you say shyly at first, "But only if you cum inside of me,"
      More blunt than usual, but that was hoe he liked you to be usually.
     "Oh I will," he grunts softly, kissing you again and reaching his orgasm. You could feel him unload inside of you, as you reached your limit at almost the same exact time. He slowed down, before holding your hips still and keeping you in place. He pulled away from your lips, kissing your cheek.
     "Good. Stay still and don't move for a second, please." He says, and you nod.  he slowly lifted your hips up and pulled out, seeing just how much of a mess the two of you had made, making him smile up at you.
     "Lay down with me?" you ask, and instead of even saying a word he pulled you close and covered you up.
     "I really did miss you, Y/N." he says in almost a whisper, burying his face in your shoulder.
     "I'm sure you did after that," you laugh a little, causing him to playfully shake his head and close his eyes in exhaustion.
 
   "Definitely, I should walk in on you like that more often."