ꍌꄲꄲ꒯ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒ ~ Arny Parsons x Fem Reader

Chapter Eight

"Strip," Arny demanded as he locked your front door and gently pushed you into your living room.

You oblige and slowly take off your t-shirt, being as sexy as you could while doing so.

"Don't tease me, y/n," he warns, "or, so help me, I will fuck you on that couch."

Suddenly, you could not stop the word vomit that followed.

"I'm a virgin," you blurt out. "Oh, fuck!"

You hurry to put on you t-shirt and pace around your living room.

"I'm sorry. I'm just very anxious, especially with a very cute guy who's fingered me. Fuck, that's not- Why is my life like this? Why am I like this? Why can't I be normal?!"

Suddenly, pair of arms envelope you and hold you in place.

"I know," Arny's eyes smile as they bore into your soul. "Your hymen is still in tact."

"How do you-"

"I felt it when I was fingering you," he smirks as he repeats your words, which makes you blush. "Look at me, y/n."

You hesitate for a second but end up complying either way.

"I will never force you into anything you're not comfortable with. We can take our sweet time if that's what you wish, love," he kisses the tip of your nose.

You nod and lean forward to place a kiss on his lips. Arny's hands move up to cup your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks softly.

Maybe you could try something else. Not sex but something close enough to it.

"Can- Can we try something?" You ask shyly.

"Anything you like," Arny trails kisses down your throat.

"Come to my room," you pull away gripping his forearm, forcing him to comply with your movements.

You take off your shirt again, your undies following soon after, and turn to help Arny out of his clothes.

"I thought you didn't want sex right now," Arny furrows his brows in confusion.

"I don't, but I read something on a book once. I wanna try it," you blush madly.

"What kind of books are you reading?" He chuckles.

"Shush and take off your pants," you giggle.

You unbutton his jeans and allow him to kick off his boots before yanking his pants down to his ankles. The large bulge in his briefs makes you audibly gulp in anticipation.

You rest on your knees and pull down Arny's boxer briefs, letting his dick spring free. He was definitely above average, which worried you slightly.

Grabbing his shaft, you begin to slowly stroke him. Arny lets out a gasp and gets a grip on your hair. You look up at him through your lashes as you begin to take him into your mouth.

"Fuck, y/n!" Anry throws his head back.

You continue to bob your head back and forth, holding onto his hips for support. Deciding to test your limits, you push him to the back of your throat. Your nose brushes against his abdomen with every movement you make.

You can tell Arny is close, so you pull away and rise to your feet.

"Lie down," you push him onto the bed.

"What are-"

"Lie down," you narrow your eyes.

Arny chuckles and scoots back until his head rests on your pillows.

Your scent fills his nostrils, and that alone could help him finish. However, he's quite curious as to what you have planned.

You climb on top, straddling him, and rub his tip with your thumb.

You align your folds against his length and carefully stroke yourself along it. Arny hisses and grips your hips harshly, his nails biting into your skin.

Your ground your hips against his, keeping a steady pace.

"Jesus Christ!" Arny sits up and nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving tender kisses along your collarbone. "You're so wet, baby. Is that for me? I didn't even have to touch you; you must love pleasuring me, little girl, don't you?"

When you take too long to respond, you feel a sharp smack against your butt cheek.

"Yes, sir! I enjoy giving you pleasure; it makes me wet for you," you pant put.

"Good girl," Arny breathes put heavily. "God, I'm so close!"

"Can I please cum, sir?"

"Yes, baby, come for me. Cum all over me," Arny says while gently biting on the skin of your throat until he reaches your soft spot, sending you over the edge.

"Oh, fuck!" You scream out.

You look down to see both of your releases mixing on Arny's abdomen. You get up and find a clean towel so he can clean himself off and return with a content smile on your face.

"Thank you," Arny smiles as he cleans himself up. "You really need to show me whatever books your reading because they are absolute genius!"

You giggle and playfully smack his shoulder.

"Oh, did I do this?" He asks examining your hip.

"It's okay, I liked it," your smile.

"Do you have anything for it?"

You nod and walk off into your bathroom and return with the ointment.

"Come here, let me apply it," he says taking the tube from you.

You comply without a fuss and allow him to put the cream over the small nail bites.

"Thank you," you smile when he's done.

"Of course, love," Arny smiles back and pecks your lips. "What were you doing before I got here?"

"I was watching Good Girls on Netflix," you say and grab your computer from your nightstand.

"What episode are you on?" Arny asks excitedly.

"I forgot which one, but Mary Pat had just..." You proceed to tell him everything before proceeding to watch the show.

You had swapped your own t-shirt for Arny's while he lay in only his briefs. It wasn't until he fell asleep with his head in your lap that you realized the feelings you had for him were much stronger now than your first sexual encounter with him.

You liked him then, but this was more than just some crush. You more than liked him, but your weren't ready to lose him. Ever.

So you buried those feelings and brushed some curls out of his face.

"I want to keep you just for a while. Maybe forever," you sigh.

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A/N:

IT'S HERE! IT'S FINALLY HERE! I hope you enjoyed that, and I'll try to update tomorrow or over the weekend.

Love you guys, tootles! 😘