NSFW SMUT/ White x Red (Handjob/Oralsex/Aftercare)

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Sweat glistened on White's brow as Red's fingers traced a path lower, exploring the hard contours of his arousal through his pants. White was panting lightly, his eyes dilated with anticipation, his hands gripping her waist tightly.

Red moved her hand to his waistband, her heart pounding in her chest as she glanced up at him for approval. He nodded, his hand moving to cover hers, their fingers intertwining as they together unbuttoned his pants.

There was a moment of stillness as Red slid her hand beneath the fabric, her touch finally making direct contact with his heated skin. White's sharp intake of breath echoed in the room, his hand squeezing hers momentarily in a silent plea for more.

She wrapped her hand around him, feeling his hard length throbbing against her palm. The reality of their intimacy made her blush deepen, but it was not embarrassment she felt, rather a sense of shared vulnerability, of trust. And it was this trust that empowered her, made her grip tighten around him.

With a steady rhythm, she started stroking him, each up and down movement drawing another gasp from White. His grip on her tightened as she quickened her pace, his body responding to her touch in a way that was as intoxicating as it was powerful.

Her thumb traced over his sensitive tip, spreading the drops of precum that had gathered there. His body tensed, a groan escaping his lips at the sensation. This spurred her on, her movements growing more determined, her grip tightening.

The room was filled with a heated, heady atmosphere, punctuated only by the crackle of the fire and their ragged breaths. White's fingers dug into her waist, his body shuddering with each stroke she made.

Red, the usually timid woman, had transformed in this moment of shared intimacy. Her actions were confident, guided by the pleasure-filled reactions of the man she loved.

As the crescendo of their intimate connection built, White’s body became increasingly tense beneath Red’s touch. Every movement she made, every stroke she delivered, brought him closer to the precipice of his pleasure. He could feel the overwhelming wave of his climax fast approaching.

“Red,” he managed to whisper, his voice strained with the effort to keep control. She glanced up at him, her eyes wide and innocent yet filled with a desire that mirrored his own. His hips jerked upwards involuntarily, seeking more of her enticing touch, his arousal throbbing in her hand.

Seeming to understand his unspoken plea, Red leaned down, her breath ghosting over his heated skin. Her lips were just a whisper away from his tip, her eyes locking onto his, seeking his approval. His breath hitched at the implication, his body tensing even more in anticipation.

He nodded, giving her the consent she needed. As soon as he did, her soft lips brushed against his tip, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through him that made his hips buck. The sensation of her lips combined with the rhythmic strokes of her hand was overwhelming.

As Red continued her strokes, combined now with the tantalizing sensation of her lips on him, White could feel a primal urge building within him.

White's heart pounded with intense desire, his primal urges clouding his better judgement. The sight of Red's lips wrapped around him, her hand working him with tantalizing strokes, was driving him to the edge. The pleasure was intoxicating, blurring the lines of their normally tender interactions.

His hands moved to her head, fingers threading through her soft hair. As the pressure built within him, a growl escaped his lips. The primal sound echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls, a testament to his raw desire.

Suddenly, he gripped her hair tighter, his hips bucking up as he pushed her head down. His tip hit the back of her throat, forcing a surprised gag from her. He grunted at the sensation, his body craving more of the intense pleasure.

"Fuck, Red," he groaned, his voice rough and filled with desire. His hips moved rhythmically, thrusting his length deeper into her mouth, essentially fucking her throat. His control was slipping, the primal urges driving his actions.

Red struggled around him, the unexpected depth causing her to gag. She tried to pull back, to catch her breath, but White was relentless. He held her head in place, his hips continuing their rhythm, forcing himself deeper each time.

Despite the struggle, the lack of air, Red didn't resist. There was a thrill in the surrender, a wild exhilaration at his primal need. She choked down the discomfort, focusing instead on the pleasure she was providing him.

Her hands moved to his thighs, gripping them for support as she allowed him to use her mouth. Every thrust of his hips, every grunted "fuck", was a testament to the pleasure he was experiencing. And she, despite the discomfort, was deriving a strange satisfaction from it.

And then, with a final hard thrust and a guttural growl, White found his release. His body tensed, a shiver running down his spine as he spilled into her mouth. His grip on her hair loosened, allowing her to pull back. She coughed, gasping for breath, her eyes watering from the intense encounter.

White panted heavily, his mind slowly clearing from the fog of pleasure. Immediately, concern washed over White's features. He reached out, his hand gently stroking her back. "Red," he said, his voice filled with worry, "I didn’t hurt you, did I? I'm sorry, love...I didn’t mean..."

Red looked up at him, a soft chuckle escaping her despite her raw throat. She shook her head, her hand reaching out to lightly touch his cheek. "N-no, White. I’m fine," she reassured him, her voice a little hoarse but filled with sincerity. Despite the struggle, she had found pleasure in their encounter. It had pushed her boundaries, sure, but it was an experience that she didn't regret.

Relief washed over White's face, but he still looked at her with a hint of concern. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her. "If I ever go too far, you need to tell me, okay?" he said, his voice serious. It was essential to him that their shared experiences were not just pleasurable but also safe and consensual.

Red nodded, a weak smile playing on her lips. "I promise," she replied, snuggling closer into his embrace.

They fell into a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the crackling of the fire and their shared breaths. White's hand traced gentle patterns on her back, his touch soothing. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering on her skin.

After the intense scene they had shared, this tender moment felt even more special. It was a reassurance, a reaffirmation of their love and trust for each other. Despite the raw and wild nature of their previous encounter, they were back to being just Red and White - two people deeply in love, taking care of each other.

Red’s breathing gradually slowed, her body relaxing against White’s. Despite her earlier struggle, she felt content, safe in his arms. Her hand found his, their fingers intertwining as they shared a quiet moment, basking in the afterglow of their intimate connection.

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I'm still working on the NSFW fluff/smut between Mallow and Cobalt, but I wanted to post this smut first.