Summary: Written for badsexfest (open until the end of June, go fill!), the prompt was "Jeff prematurely ejaculates and forgets to pull out." The original version (unedited and slightly short) is here.
A/N: I think portraying realistic sex is important (so important!) but I am no good at writing it - still, I tried my best! I tend to want to write a happy ending (not the sex kind, though, hey, that too) so I don't think I devolve into awkwardness and logistics and discomfort enough but maybe this still works?
She's giving him a blowjob and it's actually pretty fantastic. Seriously, he doesn't know what she did with Vaughan or how many guys she dated in-between but Jeff is blown away, all puns aside, by Annie's oral capabilities. Her mouth is like a fucking Hoover vac but gentler. Theoretically, because it's not like he would know for sure.
It's with great disappointment that he detaches her from his cock and manoeuvres her onto her back knowing that if he doesn't get inside her, he's going to come in her mouth and he'll be down for the night. Literally. He's 34 and despite the giant fucking multivitamin he takes every morning, he can't do a fucking marathon. Again, literally.
This isn't the most ideal of circumstances for them to be screwing under but really, it couldn't be helped. Given that it was the middle of the day and he was only on campus to pick up his transcripts and Annie had class in twenty minutes... The supply closet is surprisingly clean, it's well-lit, and it has a flat surface that isn't the floor so it doesn't get much better than that. Maybe they don't have a condom but that's why God invented the pull out method. Or asshole cavemen did, whatever. Having sex with Annie has been such a long time coming that Jeff's not going to complain and, apparently, neither is Annie because as soon as Jeff pushes in, she moans.
He's desperately thankful that she's wet enough that he just slides in because he doesn't carry lube around with him (he makes a mental note to change that) but his fingers go straight to her clit anyway. He applies pressure, flicking the bundle of nerves frantically, as he draws his hips back and pushes in again. Annie's hips move up to meet his but he's pretty certain she's a little ways off of her orgasm which sucks because he most definitely isn't.
His fears are confirmed about fifteen seconds later when she tightens around him unexpectedly and he comes. Without pulling out. He closes his eyes as he rides out his orgasm. He hasn't had to deal with arriving early since he was 17 (which is a lie he likes telling himself) but even then, he was wearing a condom. When he finally stops shuddering and he's softened inside of her, he opens his eyes and pulls out, making eye contact with Annie.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. If anything, you know... Happens..." He doesn't think he's been this awkward with a woman after sex in years. He's pretty grateful when she takes pity on him and responds even if she is snarkier than he appreciates in his post-coital state.
"I'm on the pill, Jeff!" She rolls her eyes hard enough that he's a little offended. "Could you at least finish me off?" He winces, forgetting about his offended pride for a minute.
"Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I was not prepared for that kind of bj." She smiles as she pulls him down into a kiss. "So, next time, maybe we talk first, yeah?" She pushes his head downward teasingly instead of answering and he figures she's got a point so he puts his hands and mouth to much better use than talking.
He takes it as a compliment that low moans and heavy pants are the only audible sounds that follow.