Fic: Less Vanilla (Hockey, Tyler Seguin/OFC, 2000 words, coauthored with ninja_orange)
Summary: They go back to her place and after they've made out for a while and Tyler is grinding into her, leg between her thighs and mostly thinking about how much longer they're going to do this before he can fuck her again, she asks, "You ever tried something a little less vanilla?"
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Tyler hooked up with her once before, and they had sex the usual way he has sex with girls he picks up in bars: she blew him and he fucked her and he honestly tried to get her off but he was like 90% sure she was faking it. He didn't get her number (he never does) but he sees her again a few weeks later at the same bar and she was good the first time so he chats her up again.
This time they go back to her place and after they've made out for a while and Tyler is grinding into her, leg between her thighs and mostly thinking about how much longer they're going to do this before he can fuck her again, she asks, "You ever tried something a little less vanilla?"
He's not clueless, but he's kind of sex stupid and thinking with his dick so he doesn't really know what she's talking about and instead of answering is all like, "C'mon baby, I want you on my dick," because he still really only knows about sex from porn and thinks this is hot. Maybe it could be, but when he says it like that it's more whiny than domineering and she rolls her eyes and crawls off his lap to go to get dresser.
Tyler thinks she's getting condoms, and when she comes back she does have a couple foil packets in her hand but she also has a pair of wide black leather handcuffs. She dangles them from one hand. "What do you think?" she asks.
Tyler's heartbeat gets faster. "You want me to tie you up?" he asks, hoping he doesn't sound as nervous as he thinks he does.
"No," she laughs. "Lie back and put your hands over your head."
He does what she asks, a little unsure of where this is going but mostly just excited despite himself. She straddles him to buckle the cuffs on. When she leans forward to loop the connecting chain around the slats of the headboard and grab his other wrist, she angles her hips so her pussy's just inches away from his face. Sometimes he thinks he's not supposed to think this, but he loves the way girls smell there, and he can feel himself getting harder just from that.
"Good boy," she says softly, sitting back on his chest. She runs her hands through his hair. "This isn't a 'scene' or anything ok? You say stop, I stop."
"Sure, yeah," says Tyler. He's trying to play it cool like he does this all the time but he doesn't think she buys it because she just laughs again, short and soft, and says, "Don't worry, I think you'll like it," before shifting her hips forward again and sitting on his face.
He hasn't done this much but he doesn't hesitate before he leans in so he can taste her. She tastes like she smells, heady and salty and just like sex. She fists a hand in his hair to push him where she wants him, panting out encouragement when he hits her clit just right.
He licks and sucks for a few minutes but as soon as she's starting to make noise and Tyler thinks she's ready he lets his head drop back like he's done for now.
"Need a break already?" she asks, like she's surprised he stopped. Tyler feels like he should have a witty response to this but he really can't think of one; he just wants to fuck.
"C'mon baby," he says, trying to look seductive. He forgets his wrists are tied up and tries to reach out for her, making the headboard rattle.
She smirks. "C'mon yourself, you aren't getting anything until I'm satisfied." She pushes herself right back up against his tongue.
He likes the challenge but his own arousal is almost painful and he wants - needs - some relief. "Just...just a little, babe, I need it," he pants out. She takes pity on him, leans back and strokes his cock. He gasps with relief, but it's only once, twice, just enough to keep him on the edge and jack up his frustration and then he's left hanging again. It makes him crazy, and he dives back into her pussy with enthusiasm now, feeling lightheaded and getting of on the way she squirms and moans and rubs off against his face.
He's not sure how long she spends riding his face like that, but by the time she sits back on his chest his jaw aches and his chin is pretty much dripping with her slick and his spit. He pants up at the ceiling,
"You doing okay?" she asks, running a hand through his hair again and looking at him like he's a puppy she just brought home.
"Yeah, that was hot," he admits. "Did you...are you good?"
She huffs a laugh at him again. "You mean did I come yet? No. But I know how I want to," she says, and starts unbuckling the handcuffs. She stays where she is, a heavy weight on his chest, so he can't sit up yet. She watches him shake his arms out without commentary until she says, "I want you to make me come with your hands."
Tyler squints at her, because that doesn't sound that great for either of them. "You just want me to fingerbang you?"
She looks at him. At his hands. "I like your fingers."
"Um, okay." It's not what he usually does with girls, but maybe if he does it, he'll get to fuck her or she'll suck him off or something.
She smiles and meets his eyes. "If you're good, I might let you come too."
Before Tyler can figure out what to say to that, she takes one of his hands in hers and brings it up to her mouth. She sucks on two of his fingers and slips her tongue between them. It's hot, and then she's pulling his hand down between her thighs.
He starts with one finger, sliding it into her carefully. She's wet. She's really fucking wet.
"I told you I liked your fingers," she says, like she knows what he's thinking. "Give me another one."
Tyler does, and he watches her face while he does it. She obviously likes it. It's pretty hot for something that's not even getting him off, and she's getting wetter. Her boobs are great, so he feels her up while he thrusts his fingers into her. She lets him, but not for very long until she grabs his wrist and pulls his hand away from her chest.
"Was that not cool?"
"It's not what I want you to do." She licks the flat of a couple of his fingers and pulls that hand between her legs too.
He's not exactly sure what she wants him to do, but he strokes his fingers over her a little, playing with her clit, until she makes an annoyed noise and puts her fingers over his and moves them around until they're pressing against her.
"There," she says. Her voice is breathy and turned on, and he's really hard and has no hands left to touch himself with.
He tries, moving his fingers a little, but she snaps at him: "Stop. Just stay there."
Tyler stops everything, and she starts moving against his fingers. "Yeah," she says. "That's good."
He tries to lean in to kiss her, so he can at least get something out of this, but she puts her free hand on his chest and leans her weight onto it so he can't. She keeps it there while she rides his hands.
Something in his chest goes tight, in a good way, and the way she gasps and moans and clenches around his fingers while she comes is really hot.
She keeps moving on his hands for a little longer before she pushes them away. Tyler reaches for his cock - his hands are so wet with her it's going to feel really good - but she pushes his hands away from that too.
"Party foul," he says.
She gives him a look that's mostly stern but kind of like she's trying not to laugh. "If you calm down, you'll get your turn."
Tyler's not sure how he's supposed to calm down when he just watched her fuck herself on his hands and he's so hard it won't take long for him to come if he can just touch himself, but she seems to know what she's doing so he stops trying to jerk off.
Then she picks up one of the condom packets from the bed. Tyler sits up and tries to take it from her, because that's what he does when he hooks up, but she folds her hand around it.
"Lie down," she says, and she emphasizes it with a push to his chest. She tears open the condom and rolls it onto him, which means things are going in a good direction. It gets even better when she straddles him and slides down onto his cock in one smooth motion, just like that.
"Baby, that's so good," Tyler says, and he reaches up to pull her down to lie on top of him so he can feel her boobs while they fuck.
She grabs both of his arms before he can touch her. "Hands on the bed." She doesn't let go until he brings his arms down. "Good boy."
That sends a weird feeling through him. Weird, but good. And hot.
Then she starts riding him, and it's all good. After getting so worked up earlier, it doesn't even really matter that he's not touching her. He feels like he's on the edge of coming as soon as she starts to move.
"Give me your hand," she says after a while. "The right one."
Tyler's been so focused on holding them down that it takes more effort than he would have thought to pick up his hand and give it to her.
She presses it between her legs, her fingers guiding his to where they were before, and he's trying to pay attention in case he hooks up with her again, or so he can use this with some other girl, but it's really hard because he's really hard.
"Don't come yet," she gasps. "When I do, or after."
That sucks, because he really, really wants to come, but it's also really hot to watch her moving on his cock and holding his fingers to her pussy, so he tries to hold on. She's still wet, or wet again; his fingers keep slipping, and she keeps pressing hard on them to put them back in place.
Tyler grips the sheets with the hand she's not using because he doesn't think he can stop himself from touching her unless he holds onto something. He's been hard for so long he's not sure he can keep from coming before her, but he heard her come earlier, so he knows she's close now from the little gasps she's making, and he thinks about that, that he just has to hold out a little longer, just a few more minutes, and then she really does come, and it's like it flips the switch for him and he comes so hard he sees spots.
She keeps him there for a second before she lets go of his hand, gets off him, and takes off the condom.
Both of Tyler's hands are cramped up.
She makes a small noise and says, "Give me those," and shifts to sit next to him while she massages the stiffness out of his hands. She's not quite as good as the team masseuse, but it's good enough. It eases the hurt out of them. She kisses both of his hands when she's done, and then she leans over and gives him a real kiss. "Such a good boy."
Tyler keeps his hands down, because she didn't say he could touch her. She stretches out next to Tyler, throwing an arm over his chest. When he still doesn't move she says, "You can move now, you know. Or whatever you want, I guess." He's pretty comfortable where he is so he just slides an arm around her and pulls her closer, fishing around with his other hand for the sheet to pull over them both.
"That was pretty good," she says. "Thanks."
"Yeah, that was hot." Tyler lies there, mulling over what they just did while she traces idle patterns on his chest with one finger. "Hey," he says finally. "Do you want to maybe see each other again? Maybe I could get your number."
"Mmm," she says. "Okay."
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Tyler hooked up with her once before, and they had sex the usual way he has sex with girls he picks up in bars: she blew him and he fucked her and he honestly tried to get her off but he was like 90% sure she was faking it. He didn't get her number (he never does) but he sees her again a few weeks later at the same bar and she was good the first time so he chats her up again.
This time they go back to her place and after they've made out for a while and Tyler is grinding into her, leg between her thighs and mostly thinking about how much longer they're going to do this before he can fuck her again, she asks, "You ever tried something a little less vanilla?"
He's not clueless, but he's kind of sex stupid and thinking with his dick so he doesn't really know what she's talking about and instead of answering is all like, "C'mon baby, I want you on my dick," because he still really only knows about sex from porn and thinks this is hot. Maybe it could be, but when he says it like that it's more whiny than domineering and she rolls her eyes and crawls off his lap to go to get dresser.
Tyler thinks she's getting condoms, and when she comes back she does have a couple foil packets in her hand but she also has a pair of wide black leather handcuffs. She dangles them from one hand. "What do you think?" she asks.
Tyler's heartbeat gets faster. "You want me to tie you up?" he asks, hoping he doesn't sound as nervous as he thinks he does.
"No," she laughs. "Lie back and put your hands over your head."
He does what she asks, a little unsure of where this is going but mostly just excited despite himself. She straddles him to buckle the cuffs on. When she leans forward to loop the connecting chain around the slats of the headboard and grab his other wrist, she angles her hips so her pussy's just inches away from his face. Sometimes he thinks he's not supposed to think this, but he loves the way girls smell there, and he can feel himself getting harder just from that.
"Good boy," she says softly, sitting back on his chest. She runs her hands through his hair. "This isn't a 'scene' or anything ok? You say stop, I stop."
"Sure, yeah," says Tyler. He's trying to play it cool like he does this all the time but he doesn't think she buys it because she just laughs again, short and soft, and says, "Don't worry, I think you'll like it," before shifting her hips forward again and sitting on his face.
He hasn't done this much but he doesn't hesitate before he leans in so he can taste her. She tastes like she smells, heady and salty and just like sex. She fists a hand in his hair to push him where she wants him, panting out encouragement when he hits her clit just right.
He licks and sucks for a few minutes but as soon as she's starting to make noise and Tyler thinks she's ready he lets his head drop back like he's done for now.
"Need a break already?" she asks, like she's surprised he stopped. Tyler feels like he should have a witty response to this but he really can't think of one; he just wants to fuck.
"C'mon baby," he says, trying to look seductive. He forgets his wrists are tied up and tries to reach out for her, making the headboard rattle.
She smirks. "C'mon yourself, you aren't getting anything until I'm satisfied." She pushes herself right back up against his tongue.
He likes the challenge but his own arousal is almost painful and he wants - needs - some relief. "Just...just a little, babe, I need it," he pants out. She takes pity on him, leans back and strokes his cock. He gasps with relief, but it's only once, twice, just enough to keep him on the edge and jack up his frustration and then he's left hanging again. It makes him crazy, and he dives back into her pussy with enthusiasm now, feeling lightheaded and getting of on the way she squirms and moans and rubs off against his face.
He's not sure how long she spends riding his face like that, but by the time she sits back on his chest his jaw aches and his chin is pretty much dripping with her slick and his spit. He pants up at the ceiling,
"You doing okay?" she asks, running a hand through his hair again and looking at him like he's a puppy she just brought home.
"Yeah, that was hot," he admits. "Did you...are you good?"
She huffs a laugh at him again. "You mean did I come yet? No. But I know how I want to," she says, and starts unbuckling the handcuffs. She stays where she is, a heavy weight on his chest, so he can't sit up yet. She watches him shake his arms out without commentary until she says, "I want you to make me come with your hands."
Tyler squints at her, because that doesn't sound that great for either of them. "You just want me to fingerbang you?"
She looks at him. At his hands. "I like your fingers."
"Um, okay." It's not what he usually does with girls, but maybe if he does it, he'll get to fuck her or she'll suck him off or something.
She smiles and meets his eyes. "If you're good, I might let you come too."
Before Tyler can figure out what to say to that, she takes one of his hands in hers and brings it up to her mouth. She sucks on two of his fingers and slips her tongue between them. It's hot, and then she's pulling his hand down between her thighs.
He starts with one finger, sliding it into her carefully. She's wet. She's really fucking wet.
"I told you I liked your fingers," she says, like she knows what he's thinking. "Give me another one."
Tyler does, and he watches her face while he does it. She obviously likes it. It's pretty hot for something that's not even getting him off, and she's getting wetter. Her boobs are great, so he feels her up while he thrusts his fingers into her. She lets him, but not for very long until she grabs his wrist and pulls his hand away from her chest.
"Was that not cool?"
"It's not what I want you to do." She licks the flat of a couple of his fingers and pulls that hand between her legs too.
He's not exactly sure what she wants him to do, but he strokes his fingers over her a little, playing with her clit, until she makes an annoyed noise and puts her fingers over his and moves them around until they're pressing against her.
"There," she says. Her voice is breathy and turned on, and he's really hard and has no hands left to touch himself with.
He tries, moving his fingers a little, but she snaps at him: "Stop. Just stay there."
Tyler stops everything, and she starts moving against his fingers. "Yeah," she says. "That's good."
He tries to lean in to kiss her, so he can at least get something out of this, but she puts her free hand on his chest and leans her weight onto it so he can't. She keeps it there while she rides his hands.
Something in his chest goes tight, in a good way, and the way she gasps and moans and clenches around his fingers while she comes is really hot.
She keeps moving on his hands for a little longer before she pushes them away. Tyler reaches for his cock - his hands are so wet with her it's going to feel really good - but she pushes his hands away from that too.
"Party foul," he says.
She gives him a look that's mostly stern but kind of like she's trying not to laugh. "If you calm down, you'll get your turn."
Tyler's not sure how he's supposed to calm down when he just watched her fuck herself on his hands and he's so hard it won't take long for him to come if he can just touch himself, but she seems to know what she's doing so he stops trying to jerk off.
Then she picks up one of the condom packets from the bed. Tyler sits up and tries to take it from her, because that's what he does when he hooks up, but she folds her hand around it.
"Lie down," she says, and she emphasizes it with a push to his chest. She tears open the condom and rolls it onto him, which means things are going in a good direction. It gets even better when she straddles him and slides down onto his cock in one smooth motion, just like that.
"Baby, that's so good," Tyler says, and he reaches up to pull her down to lie on top of him so he can feel her boobs while they fuck.
She grabs both of his arms before he can touch her. "Hands on the bed." She doesn't let go until he brings his arms down. "Good boy."
That sends a weird feeling through him. Weird, but good. And hot.
Then she starts riding him, and it's all good. After getting so worked up earlier, it doesn't even really matter that he's not touching her. He feels like he's on the edge of coming as soon as she starts to move.
"Give me your hand," she says after a while. "The right one."
Tyler's been so focused on holding them down that it takes more effort than he would have thought to pick up his hand and give it to her.
She presses it between her legs, her fingers guiding his to where they were before, and he's trying to pay attention in case he hooks up with her again, or so he can use this with some other girl, but it's really hard because he's really hard.
"Don't come yet," she gasps. "When I do, or after."
That sucks, because he really, really wants to come, but it's also really hot to watch her moving on his cock and holding his fingers to her pussy, so he tries to hold on. She's still wet, or wet again; his fingers keep slipping, and she keeps pressing hard on them to put them back in place.
Tyler grips the sheets with the hand she's not using because he doesn't think he can stop himself from touching her unless he holds onto something. He's been hard for so long he's not sure he can keep from coming before her, but he heard her come earlier, so he knows she's close now from the little gasps she's making, and he thinks about that, that he just has to hold out a little longer, just a few more minutes, and then she really does come, and it's like it flips the switch for him and he comes so hard he sees spots.
She keeps him there for a second before she lets go of his hand, gets off him, and takes off the condom.
Both of Tyler's hands are cramped up.
She makes a small noise and says, "Give me those," and shifts to sit next to him while she massages the stiffness out of his hands. She's not quite as good as the team masseuse, but it's good enough. It eases the hurt out of them. She kisses both of his hands when she's done, and then she leans over and gives him a real kiss. "Such a good boy."
Tyler keeps his hands down, because she didn't say he could touch her. She stretches out next to Tyler, throwing an arm over his chest. When he still doesn't move she says, "You can move now, you know. Or whatever you want, I guess." He's pretty comfortable where he is so he just slides an arm around her and pulls her closer, fishing around with his other hand for the sheet to pull over them both.
"That was pretty good," she says. "Thanks."
"Yeah, that was hot." Tyler lies there, mulling over what they just did while she traces idle patterns on his chest with one finger. "Hey," he says finally. "Do you want to maybe see each other again? Maybe I could get your number."
"Mmm," she says. "Okay."