#A Little Magma ♡ magma mouse

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seducing your neighbor 101.

in which cove is an open book, and you have always known what he likes. fortunately for you, you're also well aware of what you want.

♡ nsfw, no au, gn + afab or amab reader ♡ sub / service top cove + gentle dom bottom reader ♡ pre-established relationship, oral sex (reader receiving), mostly vanilla save for cove's anklet fixation bleeding into brief foot worship(?)

you are many, many things - but you aren't stupid.

perhaps it was because you saw a bit of yourself in the way your neighbor and closest friend acted around you, but you've known cove has had a crush on you for quite a while. of course, you'd never want to pressure him into anything without a bit of delicacy, and so you resigned to wait for him to tell you instead at the ripe age of 13.

it's been about seven years since then. he still hasn't told you. even after you moved in together, got pets together, started sharing a bed - he has not told you.

and you are many, many things - but you aren't completely patient, either.

as fun as all the sneaky glances and playful banter that this cat-and-mouse game has granted you are, you're not about to pretend that this is all you want. and you've known cove long enough to know when he wants something too - especially when it's something he feels like he can't have.

so thus begins your grand plan to let him know that you're something - someone - that he is very allowed to have.

from leaving your nicest underwear in plainest view in the wash during his laundry days to spending your mornings in practically nothing when you're on breakfast duty, every hint you hurl at him couldn't be more glaringly obvious. you're sure he knows that you're up to something - after all, it's not like he's stupid either although you're working on changing that.

but, stubborn as ever, he still refuses to make a move.

and with how impatient you can be, you're getting sick of playing the long game with him. therefore, you've decided that you won't play at all - you'll just have to set up the stage for him to reap the rewards himself.

so here you find yourself, curled up in your shared bed - he really has gotten better at that - with...

...a vibrator pressed against your clit.

...your fingers wrapped around your cock.

short breaths punch out from your lungs as you shiver, feeling another lightning-bolt shock of pleasure lap against your nerves. shifting your legs to spread open further draws a high whimper out of you as your head turns, face pressed into cove's pillow as you steadily work yourself to climax.

"ohh f- fuck, cove-" you whine, teeth aching to dig into more than just his pillowcase. the little lace number you'd done yourself up in today clings to your sweat-damp skin, and your chest heaves against the thin straps with every curl of pleasure that digs into your core. "c'mon, fuck, fffuck- yyeah, mhm, mhm mhm-"

magma flows through your blood as you arch up and cry out, a rambled covecovecove spilling from parted lips as you cum. you collapse against the sheets, flushed and fucked out, riding out your orgasm in soft squelches of sweat and cum against trembling fingers.

your timing couldn't have been more perfect. footsteps are padding up the stairs, and the door creaks open with a high shriek that easily snaps you out of your reverie.

and there cove holden stands, face cherry-red and grip on the doorknob white-knuckled. you feign a drowsy blink, sitting up and letting the blanket fall from your shoulders.

cove swallows, hard. "uh- hey. so you, you're busy, and- and i walked in at a really bad time, and so i'm just gonna go soyoucanpretendyouneversawm-"

"cove," you interrupt, voice a breathless sigh as you put on your best pleading face. "please."

a crinkle of your brow, a whine in your tone. "fuck me."

an unintelligible sound leaves him, followed by a tiny, "...okay."

there's little that could delight you more than watching his eyes finally, finally pour over your body as if he'd been holding back, drinking in all of you without so much as a detail spared. his steps as he wobbles towards you are unsteady in gait, not so much as a breath leaving him as he reaches out to you.

"did-" he starts, running his tongue over dry lips before he continues. "did you want me to, um-?"

"yes," you groan, partially out of relief that he finally got the hint and partially out of the need to have this man on you. "please, cove. you've- we've been at this long enough. i don't wanna wait anymore."

as you speak, your feet push off the blanket still draped over your legs. under the dim light of your bedroom, the thin band of silver secured around your ankle glints playfully.

and he notices. he doesn't say anything, but you know he saw it because the shudder that convulses through him is a delicious sight. without a word, he pushes the rest of the blanket aside and lifts the back of your calf with one hand, the other keeping him balanced on the bed as he gazes at the anklet with no little amount of pure want.

"can- can i?" he asks, voice suddenly hoarse. you nod, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but if cove notices then he doesn't mention it as he presses a kiss to the side of your leg, just shy of the jewelry as his lips quiver against your skin.

then his hand finds its way under your foot, pushing your leg back against you just so as he kisses the top of your feet almost reverently. the sight of it sends a shiver through you,

your pussy clenching around nothing as you whine.

your cock throbbing as your fingers curl into the sheets.

watching him at your feet, at your mercy, is almost enough to make you cum on the spot. thankfully, you're able to show a bit of restraint as you remember how to breathe again.

"cove," you murmur, and he blinks up almost lazily at you from where his gaze was once fixed on your jewelry.

"mm?"

"quit making me wait." your voice hardens into something just a little firmer, a slight indicator that you're done playing these games, and you watch him gulp as he nods stiffly.

"okay," he replies, a dry rasp. "can i- um. can i taste you-?"

there we go, your mind practically cries as you nod eagerly, parting your legs in invitation. cove's gaze fixes on your cunt / cock, and you watch as his eyes blow wide. there's the slightest tick in his cheek; his jaw clenching, then unclenching as he draws in an unsteady breath.

"okay," he repeats. "okay."

his head dips low, eyes suddenly fixing on you like a red dot, and his breath ghosts against your inner thighs as he whispers, "are you sure-?"

"cove, for god's sake," you mutter as one hand goes to wind through his hair in a startling show of confidence, "if your mouth isn't on me in the next five seconds, i'm going to fucking ruin you."

cove shivers at that.

"oh- okay, yup, got it, no more talking," he rambles as his hands migrate to lift under your thighs, providing the perfect position for him to eat you out / suck you off. for a moment, he sits there, eyes unmoving from your aching sex, and you begin to wonder if he really isn't going to do anything again after all.

then the flat of his tongue presses against you, dead center, and you choke back a loud moan as your fingers go rigid, fisting into his hair with little of the restraint you used to be so good at.

"ohhhh, fuck- yeah, yeah-" you cry, a guttural sound that leaves him whimpering between your thighs. "more, cove, more, jus' like that-"

cove's tongue wastes no time in diving between your puffy folds, fucking into your soaking cunt with no abandon. loud, unbidden moans vibrate against your clit as his nose presses against it, your juices spilling into his eager mouth without so much as a warning.

cove's mouth, warm and wet and so needy, wraps around the tip of your cock and sinks down onto you, tongue laving over your length as his throat tightens around you. obscene slurping noises fill the somewhat-silence as his nose bumps against your navel.

it takes everything in you not to cum right then and there, one hand tugging at his hair as you grind your sex into his willing mouth. his moans send pulses of need tightening in your stomach, eyes fluttering back as you lose sight of him in favor of the blinding white that bursts in spots behind your eyelids.

"cove, cove, covecovecove-" you sob, fucking into his mouth as your moans break off into high whimpers. "fffffuck, fuck- 'm gonna cum, 'm g'nna- fuck, fuckfuck-"

"mmf- plea'e-" cove mumbles, muffled and hot against your cunt / cock. "cum f'r me, plea- f'ck, please-"

you nod in a frenzy, letting the pleasure consume all your senses as you wail out a loud moan, your orgasm ramming into you like a freight train.

you can't help it - your pussy flutters around his tongue as you squirt down his throat.

your cock slams down his throat without warning as your cum shoots down his mouth.

cove's loud whine is muffled by the press of your sex into his mouth, effectively shutting him up and leaving the room to be filled by your sounds. your hips twitch as you slowly come down from your climax, still canting up into his mouth even as your grip on his hair loosens.

his tongue runs over your cunt / cock as he cleans you up, quiet hums vibrating against you as he slowly pulls back. a hoarse gasp leaves him once he fully tugs himself away from you, brow beading with sweat as he gazes up at you.

"that- was that- did i do...good?" he pants softly, tongue running over his lips. all you can do is nod, feeling the delicious warmth beginning to ebb in favor of reality seeping in.

slowly, you begin to sit up. cove's quick to guide you up, hand splayed against the small of your back as he frets over you. despite the way your heart flutters at the gesture, your mind is focused on something else.

"did you want me to...?" you trail off, eyes glancing down to his pants. cove's face blooms in a pretty flush as he shakes his head.

"i, um- i already..." he mumbles, looking away from your face as the tips of his ears burn. recognition slowly sets in as your eyes widen, and you can't help but laugh as you pull him into you by the shoulders.

"you are so cute," you giggle breathlessly, tucking your face into his shoulder. you feel him relax as his head slumps against you, chest heaving against yours.

"does this, um," he starts, lashes fluttering against your skin as his exhale brushes against the lace on your shoulder. "does this- did this mean anything to...i- i just mean that- did you want to-"

"yes, cove," you murmur, voice buoyed by the sudden warmth that's filled your ribs. "if you'd want to, then i'd like to be more than this. with you."

cove lets out a sound between a sob and a laugh as his arms wrap around you, palms flat against you as he pulls you in close. dampness finds your skin, and you don't have to look at him to know he's crying. your arms wrap around him, cheek pressed against the side of his neck as you beam and murmur to him that you two should probably get cleaned up.

so the saying goes, patience is a virtue; so is ambition.