𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗕𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀 | 2-D x Reader

thirty three

*SMUT WARNING* This whole chapter is just smut. I kinda ruined the build up with chapter 29,  so I might go back and rewrite it later, but for now, enjoy, you perverts.

"I'd hate to see you in pain, luv," he purred as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck. After a few moments of gentle suckling, you both stumbled up and towards the couch, bodies still intertwined.

You landed face up onto the cushions, 2D dropping down on top of you, picking up exactly where he left off. He trailed his lips down your neck and collarbone, ghosting his fingers over your sensitive skin, while you lay there squirming at his touch. Finally, a slender hand snaked underneath your shirt and swiftly unclipped your bra.

"This alright, luv?" he whispered in a suddenly solemn tone. You nodded your head, and off came your shirt, revealing your bare breasts to 2D. You saw a flash of childlike wonder cross his face before it morphed into a much less innocent expression.

He scraped the tip of his fingers across the underside of your breasts and up and down your ribs, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. He seemed to have so much pent up desire before, yet now he was certainly taking his time. Not that you minded.

He stamped gentle kisses down the valley between your breasts, around your ribs, and just above the waistband of your pants. He certainly had a sense of showmanship when it came to this sort of thing. Finally, he pulled down your bottoms, revealing your dripping heat.

"You're wet, aren't you, luv," he mused, shifting around on the sofa. Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you said nothing. There was nothing you could say that you couldn't communicate with desperate eyes. 2D cocked a thick eyebrow with feigned curiosity, and a deliciously impish smirk seeped across his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he was sure as hell proud of it. You knew he was servile in nature, but you never expected him to be so abject in this way.

You felt two fingers plunge into the depth of your core. Slender as they were, they still managed to stretch you out a bit. You certainly weren't complaining though. 2D was a pianist, he had mentioned, and even if he hadn't, he didn't need any proof of his dexterity aside from right now. While he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb, he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, stroking your walls with just the right amount of pressure. And despite not being on a keyboard, they were making music alright. Soft whimpers turned to shameless moans as he pressed and poked and prodded every bit of your flesh.

"2D, I'm-Im gonna" you choked out, close enough to sense the magnitude of your incoming orgasm, but that smirk you caught through your half rolled back eyes told you he had other plans.

He leaned into the crook of your neck, giving your ear a nibble and whispered, "not yet, luv," and slid out his fingers from inside you. The slight rasp in his voice combined with his hot breath on your skin nudged you back up to the edge, but not quite over. You could only whine in response, too overwhelmed by the coil constricting your insides.

You felt depressingly empty as you waited for him to pull out his cock. He made a little display of licking his fingers clean before undoing his pants. As the denim rolled down his legs, you felt your core set ablaze by the thinly veiled bulge they revealed. It stretched out the cotton fabric as it jutted against the front of his briefs, practically begging to be freed. It looked to match the rest of his body in terms of length, though it was surprisingly thicker as well. If you had remembered his dick, maybe you wouldn't have been so reluctant to give in to your feelings.

2D, noticing the way you were eyeing his crotch, also made a point to tease you by pulling down his underwear at a painfully sluggardly rate. He inched his thumbs underneath the waistband and shot you an evil look. Lip caught in his teeth, faint pink sprinkled across his cheek, and small beckoning motions of his hips , Stuart was making out to be a truly excellent performer. Every last part of you was avidly observing the show, fervidly devouring every milimeter of flesh he revealed and every small huff he made. However, after his prick was finally released, blue pubes and all, neither of you could wait to tear into each other in your primal heat.

He thrust into you with a sharp snap of his hips. You winced- his fingers couldn't prepare you for his size - but after a moment for your respite, he pushed in the rest of his member, remedying the emptiness that was plaguing you just moments before.

"Shit you're tight," he groaned as he pumped in a second time. You let out a sigh, half of it out of pleasure, and half of it out of relief; you were afraid that maybe your glory days had passed you. The reassurance gave you the confidence to push him off and mount his cock again, this time straddling his lap as he leaned against the couch.

His hands quickly found your hips and you both made up for the lost momentum with crashing into each other. You slid up and down his shaft as he delivered sweet kisses to your neck and down your chest. You locked your arms around his shoulder once his lips found your nipples. Just like on the rest of your body, he was gentle, but there was an intensity to the sensation that made your breath a little harder and moan a little louder. You pulled him back down, needing more.

"Oh shit," you sobbed as he hit the long neglected spots within you while discovering new ones as well.

Afraid the remark was in pain, he stopped. "Luv-"

"Keep going," you screamed, clawing at his back. He instantly obliged, returning with twice the fervor of before. You screamed with delight at every turn of his body, cheering him on as he brought you to your climax. The coil inside you was on the verge of breaking, and with a few final jerks of hips, it snapped.

Intense, white hot euphoria ripped through your body, sending waves of pleasure from your core up your spine and down to your toes. Your walls tightened around his shaft, engendering him to shoot his own load with a guttural moan.

"Oh Stu, oh Stu," you sighed as he held you through your orgasm. You pressed your face into his neck as you rode your high to its apex and finally came down.

"Was it good?" He asked meekly as you got off his lap.

"What do you think?" You snarked as you pulled your shirt back over your head.

His already sweaty face turned a brighter shade of red. "Sorry. It's- er- just been a while."

"What about the first time?"

"Oh right. I sorta forgot about that, I guess."

You rolled your eyes. He was sweet, but such an airhead.

"Well you made me cum, dumbass, I don't know what more you want me to say."

That devilishness you saw minutes prior returned to his face. "Thank you?"

"Oh fuck off," you teased, giving him a shove. He certainly liked having his ego stroked.

"You did ask," he said. Even though you weren't looking at him, rather the wall as you feigned apathy, you could hear the smirk in his voice. "So," he breathed, "What does this make us?"

"Two strangers who banged twice?" you suggested, tossing him his pants. You noticed his grin falter a bit, but it was the truth. "Okay, maybe not strangers,"

"Acquaintances?"

"Uhh, how about two people who kinda know each other?"

"That's a bit wordy, innit?"

"At least it's not as nerdy as acquaintances, Stu-Pot."

2D grinned and leaned back into the couch, folding his gangly arms behind his head. Still recovering from that intense bout of activity, you decided to lie down, too, and rested your head on his chest.

Pantsless and panting, you both lounged there on the couch, relishing in your post coital content.