a/n ; wrote this for a friend when i first started getting into project hail mary, so it's a quick drabble from july! not proofread so if you see any grammar mistake no you don't
Your bedroom was warmly lit with the bedside lamp illuminating your upper body. Funny enough, your body was also warmly lit, a heat rekindling between your thighs.
Ryland was lost in that warm rekindling–you kept him there. Every lick and kiss earned your thighs slamming in between his ears, your hand flying to his hair.
“Fuck, Ry, please…” you whined as you looked at him in between your thighs, arms wrapped around to keep you still. He didn’t listen to you, he kept going. Kept licking, kept bumping his nose where you needed it most.
Even worse, his glasses were fogged up while he satisfied you. The base of the lens would move and loosen as he bobbed his head practically making out with your pussy, but he easily resolved it by looking back up at you, giving you mock pity while he pushed his glasses back up his nose.
It happened again when you were right on the edge of breaking, you pushed his head further toward you as he wrapped his lips on your clit. You babbled on how good he felt, how nice his mouth is, how you wanted him to stay because you were too close to not cum.
But alas, he still arises from in between your thighs, pushing his glasses back up with a middle finger.
“What’s wrong baby?” He smiles as he tilts his head, watching your chest rise and fall as you whine and writhe out of emptiness. He leans in and kisses you softly, and you can taste your own slick on his lips.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispers as he kisses you again, his hand trailing up to cup your cheek.
“Please let me cum, please, Ry,” You whimper, and he smiles against your jaw, leaving searing, open-mouthed kisses from your jaw down to your neck.
“Yeah? You wanna cum?.”
His low voice made you shiver, and you follow him as his head trails down further down until he’s back where he was when you guys started. He peppers your thighs with kisses, then licking a stripe up your folds, slow enough to make you wince at the sudden warmth. He looks up at you as he wraps his lips around your clit once more, sucking softly as he slips two thick fingers inside of you.
“C’mon, baby, I know you got it in you.”
It doesn't take long before the orgasm rips through you, a whole body jolt as he watches you tear up from the pleasure, his fingers still moving but slowing.
When your climax died down, he pulled his fingers out, a sudden loss from the fullness of the thick digits. He moves onto the bed, now laying next to you, an unspoken invitation for you to straddle him.
He’s in absolute awe of your full body, and you see another idea spark in his eyes as he studies you head to toe.
He shifts under your weight until his eyes are only visible right under you.
frank castle loves to wake you up with his mouth on your pussy. you are still sleepy when you feel the warmth building up in your lower stomach, and when you open your eyes, you see the mop of chestnut hair in between your legs.
franks’s tongue is messy when he licks up your slit, all the way from your dripping hole up to your aching and pulsating clit. he feels when you shift under him, waking up, so he pushes down on your lower belly to keep you where he needs it.
a low and guttural sound vibrates against you when you bury your hand in his strands, angling your hips. frank seals his mouth over you, sucking hard on your swollen clit, while two fingers slide inside without warning. your thighs twitching, mind hazy with sleep, but you’re open for him, and he works you with the same focus he has for everything—tongue flicking, fingers curling, the weight of his palm pinning your hips flat to the mattress so you can’t squirm away from the pleasure building too fast.
he mutters something against your pussy you can’t comprehend, his voice gravel-rough with sleep and hunger. he gives another long, filthy lick, then he closes his lips around your clit again and sucks on it until your back arches and a soft, broken moan slips out of you. frank doesn’t stop. he never does when he’s hungry like this. he just keeps eating you like it’s the only thing that matters this morning, messy and thorough, until your thighs clamp around his head and you’re coming on his tongue with a sleepy, helpless whimper.
ⓘ THIGH PILLOWS - DICK GRAYSON/GEN!READER
//cw// fluffy, slightly suggestive, mention of stretch marks
Dick is one clingy bastard, so much so that whenever he comes home from patrol—whether you’re sleeping or not—he slots himself between your thighs and rests his head on the plush skin.
You could be watching tv, laying on the couch and he’d slither in between your legs, nuzzling into the crook where your thigh meets your core. He’d take a deep breath, taking in your scent after a long day of missing you before looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes. Your hands would glide through his hair, almost like petting him, and his eyes would softly close. He felt safe.
You could be almost asleep when the door opens and you know what’s coming. You hear him unzip the nightwing suit and slip under the covers before somehow making his way between your thighs yet again. He’d leave small kisses along your stretch marks, remarking on how beautiful you are and how sorry he is that he’s so late. You’d brush him off with, “thats the hero biz, no?” But you silently loved when he got all apologetic.
You could be sitting on the armchair, reading a book and he’d get down on his knees in between your legs and slowly wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head yet again on your thigh. You’d look down in surprise at the sudden intrusion but smile gently as he sighed and nuzzled further into you.
You hum, half listening, your fingers tapping away at something on your iPad.
"What're you doing?"
You ignore him for two seconds, before the tapping of your fingers stops, and you brandish your screen proudly to him. Any annoyance Dick had had about you not paying attention to him fizzles out the second he sees your bright little smile, whatever silly mobile game you'd been playing flashing on your screen, and he groans.
Your brow furrows, but Dick is there half a second later, pulling the iPad from your hands and setting it down on the coffee table, taking your face in his hand and squishing.
"Y're so fucking cute, y'know that?" He rasps, his eyes searching your face. "Wanted to be mad that you were ignorin' me, but then you look at me like that, 'nd- fuck, 's too hard to be mad at you, baby. Too cute for your own good."
"Dickie," you giggle, muffled from the way he's squishing your cheeks together. "Y're silly."
"Yeah, whatever," he grumbles, pressing a kiss to your pouted lips, and you don't miss the smile that curls his as you giggle, even though he's trying to maintain his grumpy facade. "Love you, baby."
“that’s it, baby. look at the camera.” dick murmurs against your cheek, softly angling your face towards the camera dick set up. “show ‘em that pretty face.”
his thighs slap harshly against your ass, his hard abs against your back. your mind is hazy and your words sound more like gibberish as dick fucks you in front of his camera.
it was a crazy idea. you’ve been seeing dick for a couple of months, after being friends with him for years. it’s nothing serious (yet), just sex. when he asked if he could record you two fucking… it threw you into a shock, but you agreed anyways. the thought of dick watching the video when you weren’t around him was hot. it made your mind buzz.
“you look so pretty, baby.” dick whispers, his eyes flicker to the camera before turning all his attention onto you again. “don’t look away from the camera.” his lips press against your cheek, kissing your face gently.
his hand moves from your face down to your neck, pressing on it firmly. he thrusts his hips harder, causing a small cry from your throat. he always knew what made your body happy, your skin crawl and mind empty. he definitely used it to his advantage. “go on, show how needy my girl can be.” he praises easily, his voice smooth and soft. dick calling you his girl warming your heart.
you moan softy, now moving your hips to match with his. trying to match with his tempo. “good girl, you listen so well.” you know he’s smiling, you can hear his smug voice. “keep moving your hips.”
“move faster,” dick shifts slightly, letting his free hand roam down your body. raising it up, he smacks your ass. “keep going, show off for me, angel.” he murmurs again, continuing to press kisses into your skin. your body shivers, knowing it won’t be over anytime soon.
riding franks face and his large hands are clamped around your thigh, keeping you spread nice and open for him.. his groans vibrating against your pussy as your slick drips along him.. his nose bumping against your clit,, "atta girl..tastin' real good f'me."
when i was a teenager i used to catch myself thinking "i'm really glad i'm alive right now because of all the cool personal technologies that exist" and when i did i'd think it through and reckon that well, its not like teenagers in the 70s and 80s knew they didnt have ipods or facebook or whatever. they were also happy with the tech they had. and i'd reason that in the future there would be more fun technologies that i dont know i'm missing out on right now and the future will be an even cooler time to exist
anyway i was dead fucking wrong about that last part. i hate personal technologies now. i miss having an ipod that doesnt advertise shit to me and i miss when my htc wildfire didnt harass me 45 times a day to install an ai assistant and then install it anyway when i say no and i miss when the internet wasnt 5 websites all of which i have to log into and i miss when i didnt need an app to talk to my landlord. sorry past me you were actually right about 2009
I am also nostalgic for the tech of the early 2000s, Web 1.0. But I was a teenager in the 1970s, and am not nostalgic for that.
Writing papers on a typewriter was so frustrating: when we got computers, we could edit and fix typos without white-out! I hated doing math on paper. I once spent an entire afternoon chasing my boyfriend around the three Top Dogs in my city. It cost something to call 20 miles away, and was very expensive internationally. I could only learn a language if I could find a local teacher. I couldn't find a bus schedule, much less a live update. Writing checks every month was a pain in the ass and I was late a lot. I got lost all the time. Most libraries, bookstores and music stores only had popular things, most obscure information was unobtainable.
Tech is not inherently bad. Corporate greed has found ways to monetize our data and attention, but it didn't have to be this way.
being on peters lap with him already stuffed in your pussy, his arms hugging your waist and helping you stay steady as your ass is perked up to frank behind you.. and peters saying all the nice words so you’ll relax for him!! whispering praises and offering soft kisses to your neck while the older man pushes into your empty tight hole. his hand stretched out on your back, telling you to shh when he enters you, “biig stretch, atta girl.” when he finally gets a few inches in 😵💫
ugh and they’re just both abusing your holes at the same time until you can’t cum anymore, switching places.. sighh
Hold on lmk cook rn… virgin!Peter Parker (bc I’m like 99.999 % sure he’s still a virgin) getting like super overstimulated and whiny during his first time with reader bc of his heightened senses from his new enhancements in brand new day 🙏🏾🙏🏾
Btw im the same person who sent the other overstimulated Peter ask but i thought of this after so you can lowk just ignore that one 😭
that scene where he was spurting webs everywhere and he couldn’t control it.. ugh
seeing him get all huffy and teary eyed because you just feel so good, his hands pressing on your hips harder than he realizes because he forgets how strong he can be sometimes.. and you’re on top of him, grinding your hips back and forth on his lap just clamping down on his pulsing cock :(( you can literally feel him throbbing inside you, all veiny and hard..
and peters just letting out these little pathetic whines of, “wait, y-you gotta slow down.. shit—“, in the crook of your neck because he’s hugging you so tight, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips in a deep frown—he’s feeling everything around him. he can feel your breast pressed against him, how slick and tight your pussy is around his cock and the filthy sounds it makes when your hole swallows all of him— and he hears your moans even more clearly <33 peter feels himself about to cum since it’s all too much and you won’t let up.. so it’s really inevitable that he just gets so needy for that release that he manhandles your body and grasps at your sides—slamming you down and pounding into you harshly, holding you down on his dick as he pumps his load into you with a loud groan, and he cums SO much! fills your tummy up completely that it spills out your hole and rolls down his cock onto the sheets..
all i can think about are peter’s juicy thighs… laying between his legs with his bulge against your cheek as you feel the warmth and weight of his thighs around your head… his face getting all rosy as you squish the soft muscle of his hamstrings and place kisses all over his lower belly and the bruises on his thighs 😖 need that so bad omggg
mmmm 🤤
crawling under his desk while he’s working and kissing the inside of his thighs, and he giggles soo cutely when he asks what you’re doing! he thinks you’re playing around until you hike up his shirt and run your hand over his abs, coming up from his legs to offer light kisses to his tummy and his breath hitches, knowing what you want now..
you drop back to your knees to ask so sweetly if you can suck on him as he works, seeing him wince slightly when you rest your head on his bruised thigh and look at him with a pout. and peter will stutter out an approving “y-yeah..”, as he opens his legs to let you slide his shorts down, you are so excited and amused seeing him like this and he’s already getting so hard :(( and the whole time you’re sucking him off peters legs are trembling, just threatening to close around your head every time you fit another inch of him down your throat.. poor boy can’t focus on his work at all and he’s a whiney blushing mess above you!
Kind of Spider-Man BND spoilers? But not really because it shows them interacting in the trailer - but I’ll leave the note just in case. MDNI, 18+
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Okay but picture Frank and Peter hanging out, maybe doing some kind of surveillance together or something. You call Frank just like you normally do when you’re feeling especially needy and miss your buff, brooding boyfriend. He picks up, and puts you on speaker completely unaware of what’s about to come out of your mouth. Before he can let you know Peter’s there with him, you blurt out some sexual shit meant for only Frank’s ears.
“Frankieee, when are you coming home baby? My pussy’s aching for you,” you whine. Peter’s spidey eyes widen, quickly turning to face the window of Frank’s van. Even wearing his spider suit, Frank can tell Peter’s blushing like a motherfucker underneath it.
“Shit, shit! Sweetheart, sweetheart hold on-“ he’s yelling as he fumbles with the phone, trying to take you off speaker. You’re still going on about what you want when he gets home.
“And then, wanna suck your big, fat cock-“ you babble, lying on your belly, legs kicking in your shared bed in nothing but your black lace undies and one of Frank’s old Marine tees. You’re twirling your hair in your fingers, completely and blissfully unaware of who can hear you on the other line.
“No! No, goddamnit,” Frank grunts, accidentally ending the call. He runs his palm down his face, knowing how hurt you’ll be that he just hung up on you like that. But it was for the best, and you’d understand once he explains later. It’s silent for a moment before Peter finally speaks
“Wow, Frank. I’m so glad to see you have such an active sex life at your age,” Peter quips.
“At my age??? The fuck does that mean?” he asks, face slightly offended and dark brows pulled tight.
“It means…you know. I wasn’t sure if you still had your libido,” Peter answers earnestly, hands up in defense.
“Alright, alright. That’s enough out of you, kid. Sheesh. Actin’ like I’m gettin’ the early bird discount at fuckin’ Denny’s,” he scoffs, cheeks flush. He pauses, debating whether he wants to share a little tidbit of his life with his newfound friend. He decides a good woman like you is worth bragging about. “She’s a very generous woman. Definitely makes me feel younger,” he smiles.
“I can tell, especially when she went into detail about that thing where she does a handstand and-“
cw: fluff-smut, FILTH, MDNI‼️, established relationship, post PHM, alien cultural misunderstandings, biology gone terribly right, enthusiastic scientific observation, Sex Ed with Dr. Ryland Grace™, science-induced horniness, unintentional voyeurism (non-sexual intent), consensual observation, exhibitionism awakening, not your usual morning sexy time, praise kink, fingering, oral m!receiving, protected sex, breeding kink (fantasized), pregnancy discussion (no pregnancy), mutual pining, excessive affection, somehow still touch-starved Ryland, Ryland completely forgetting how to remain objective.
summary: Adrian is trying their absolute best to care for Erid's only human pair. Rocky supports to the fullest.
The million dollar question: Why does Erid's only human pair keeps performing mating behaviors when they have no intention of reproducing?
Adrian insists that only a live demonstration can provide the missing data. After all, the most important thing is the health and wellbeing of the only endangered species on Erid. Proper care requires proper research.
Unfortunately for Ryland and you, the endangered blue macaws in question are... the two of you.
Both of you swear it’s just a normal morning.
As usual Rocky and Adrian stop by during breakfast, the conversation drifts from crop yields to the newest improvements in the biodomes, and for a blissful hour, everything feels perfectly ordinary.
Then Adrian chirps. “My Love, question.”
After months of hearing Ryland call you nothing else, the Eridians had simply concluded that My Love was apparently your name.
“Yes?” You replied, still chewing on your breakfast.
“Ooh…” Ryland visibly shrinks to himself. “That’s never a good way to start a sentence.”
“Adrian has reviewed the human educational materials.”
“Okay…”
“Anatomical diagrams are excellent.”
Ryland sighs in relief.
“However.”
“There it is.”
You glance nervously at Ryland and he doesn’t look any better.
“Demonstrations are insufficiently detailed.”
You blink. “What do you mean, demonstrations?”
“Anatomical lecture video is informative.” Adrian continues.
“Good.”
“The reproductive process remains… incomplete.”
“…Incomplete?”
“It explains gametes, fertilization. It does not explain why bonded humans repeatedly perform reproductive behavior but intentionally prevents fertilization, why no complete explanation for behavioral sequence, question?”
You nearly choke on your drink. Beside you, Ryland quietly closes his eyes, accepting his fate.
Then Adrian continues, earnestly.
“Current hypothesis: pair-bond maintenance.”
Silence.
“Secondary hypothesis: stress regulation.”
Ryland rubs a hand over his face.
“Third hypothesis: recreational.”
“…No.” Ryland already knows where this is going.
Both Adrian and Rocky tilt their carapace.
“No?”
“No.”
Another thoughtful pause.
Rocky joins the conversation. “Would additional—”
“ROCKY.”
“Adrians need details, can’t understand from Earth’s science video.” Startled Rocky clicks in confusion.
Ryland being Ryland, keeps trying to avoid explaining any further, but his curious friends won’t stop asking either.
“Grace.”
“No.”
Neither Eridian seems remotely discouraged, they simply exchange a series of thoughtful clicks before Adrian tries again.
“Observation also insufficient.”
Ryland frowns. “…Observation?”
“Cannot understand from only listening to Grace and My Love.”
The room falls completely silent.
“…What?”
“Why humans so noisy while mate, question?”
“…Excuse me?”
You clasp a hand over your mouth as a loud gasp of realization hits you, Ryland looks like he’s considering launching himself out the nearest airlock.
“Wha—how did you—”
He points accusingly between the two Eridians.
“You’ve been watching us?” Now he actually sounds horrified.
“Listening,” Rocky corrects. “Not watching.”
“That is not better!”
“It was not intentional,” Adrian says. “Biodomes transmit sound efficiently.”
“Very efficiently.” Rocky added as an agreement. “Eridians incredible hearing, why Grace keeps forgetting, Grace dumb.”
Ryland’s face drops at that.
“Your resonance frequencies are impressive.” Adrian added.
Ryland groans loud enough to make both Eridians click in concern. But oblivious to the source of his distress, Adrian asks their next question.
“If offspring are not desired, why perform reproductive behavior? Grace and My Love performs frequently.”
Ryland makes a noise somewhere between a sigh and a dying star.
You finally realize what the problem is. Embarrassment simply… doesn’t translate across species.
You clear your throat.
“You’re approaching this like it’s only biology.”
Adrian tilts their carapace. “Clarify.”
“For humans, reproduction and pair-bonding overlap, some behaviors have biological functions, but they’re also shaped by emotion and personal relationships, a way for us to express how we feel for our…mate.” You try so very carefully, explain to them.
“Curious.” Adrian pauses for several seconds before chirping. “Adrian wishes to improve understanding. Can Grace and My Love demonstrate now?”
“…D-demonstrate?”
“Yes, demonstrate humans mating ritual.”
Ryland swallows at the thought, immediately understanding what Adrian is asking for.
“Grace and My Love explains better than Earth’s videos.”
“Yes, like puppet show.” Rocky chitters happily, completely missing the weight of the favors they are asking for.
“They’re not judging us.” You sigh, looking towards Ryland.
“No.”
“They’re not making fun of us.”
“Nope.”
“They’re literally writing biology notes.”
“…Yes…We’re the only humans in their system.” Ryland groans, dragging a hand down his face. “That somehow makes it worse.”
Silence settles over the room. The two of you steal uncertain glances at one another.
Finally, Ryland clears his throat. “…You’d have to ask her. I’m not making that decision for both of us.”
Lies.
You know him well enough to catch the flicker in his eyes. Curiosity, embarrassment. And beneath both of them, the unmistakable excitement he’d been trying so desperately to hide.
Ryland likes the idea.
Your own thoughts aren’t much better, it should horrify you. But for reasons neither of you expected, that doesn’t repel the two of you. Instead, it got you pressing your legs together.
Ryland caught that, his hand finds your thigh beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze and you lace your fingers through his.
The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly.
Neither Eridian misses the exchange.
“Grace’s heart rate has increased,” Adrian observes.
“Body temperature elevated and behavior consistently indicates Grace ready to mate now.”
Both Rocky and Adrian clicks happily.
“Agreement!”
Ryland nearly chokes.
“W-What? No—that’s not—” He gestures helplessly between the two Eridians. “I-…I, of course I’m aroused, s-she…she’s my mate and both of you just put the thought in my mind so early in the morning.”
Heat rushes to your face.
The worst part is knowing neither Rocky nor Adrian means anything by it.
They’re not voyeurs.
They’re scientists.
They’re trying to understand.
To them, this is no different from asking how human lungs work, or why humans laugh, or what makes a pair bond last a lifetime. No judgment, no hidden motive. Simply another scientific question
That makes it so much harder to say no.
You sit there in silence, feeling so caught red handed, cause you know very well, to you and Ryland it’s entirely something else. Your eyes slowly find Ryland’s.
There it is. Neither of you really needs convincing anymore.
“We…can,” Your voice comes out much quieter than intended. “I-I guess?”
“…What?…” Ryland blinks.
“We can…” You swallow, forcing yourself to finish the sentence. “…demonstrate.”
For a heartbeat, he simply stares at you.
The words have barely left your mouth before Ryland is pulling you into him. His lips crashing onto yours in a hurried kiss, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other wraps securely around your waist.
You instinctively circle your arms around his neck, melting into the familiar warmth, answering his kiss without hesitation.
Desperate. His tongue pushes past your lips as he tilts his head to the side to kiss you deeper, his hands are quick to under your shirt, wandering over your skin in slow, affectionate strokes, lingering wherever they land, hesitant to move.
He pulls off the kiss, just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath as he creates the smallest sliver of space to speak. “You see?” He never takes his eyes off you. “What you call a human mating ritual isn’t just for reproduction.” His thumb lazily traces your cheek, he can’t help touching you.
“Speaking for the two of us…specifically.”
A fond smile softens his voice. “We do this… frequently because it makes us feel the closest to each other.”
His nose brushes yours. Featherlight. Lingering there for a heartbeat before nosing against your cheek with a quiet, contented sigh, rubbing himself against you in the most habitual gesture that seems almost beyond conscious thought. “It feels good,” He whispers, the words swallowed by the warmth between you.
“Pleasurable.”
As if he still isn’t close enough, he nuzzles fully into you, cheek ghosting slowly along yours before settling into the curve of your face, smiling to himself when you instinctively lean into the touch. “And…” He kisses softly under your ears, sending shivers down your spine.
“I love making her feel good.”
His confessions so soft it leaves you speechless, you can only hide your face against the crook of his neck, far too shy from his actions. Especially, knowing that in just a few moments, your sweet alien friends will be diligently documenting everything that follows in the name of science.
“My Love is responding to Grace’s touch, mating behaviors reciprocated.”
Ryland lets out an awkward chuckle. “…Right.” Then he shifts his attention back to you.
“Up.”
You don’t hesitate.
The moment you jump up, Ryland sweeps you into his arms effortlessly, holding you close enough that your laughter brushes against his neck.
“Ry!”
“Couldn’t wait,” He admits with a sheepish smile as he hurries toward the bedroom.
Rocky and Adrian exchange an excited series of chitters before following several steps behind, dutifully continuing what they believe to be an extraordinarily important scientific observation.
Ryland sets you gently back on your feet before turning to face the two Eridians.
“If we’re doing this…” He rubs the back of his neck. “…We’re doing it properly.”
“Exactly.” Ryland points at him. “…Scientific method…”
He steps closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then he reaches for your hand. “This,” Intertwining your fingers with his, he begins. “comes first.”
Both Eridians lean forward. “Humans don’t begin with reproduction.” Adrian chimes.
“Yes, we begin with trust.”
Ryland smiles at you before continuing. “Everything starts with communication. Consent. Making sure both people are comfortable.” His thumb traces slow circles across the back of your hand. “Touch isn’t just physical.” His voice soft. “It’s reassuring.”
Then he lifts your hand up to his face
“I’m asking even though I already know the answer.” A faint smile tugs at his lips before he tilts his head just enough to brush a lingering kiss on your knuckles.
So impossibly tender.
“Repeated confirmation.” Rocky notes to himself, Adrian continues. “Must indicate mutual willingness before progression.”
Ryland nods.
“That’s one of the most important things about humans.” He looks back at you, his expression softening. “And honestly…” Another sheepish grin spreads across his face.
“I just really like holding her.”
You can only blush upon his statement.
“Human mating consists of numerous affectionate behaviors before, during, and independent of reproduction.” Adrian clicks happily.
Ryland chuckles. “…That’s actually a pretty good summary.”
“They really are just writing biology notes.”
“I know.” Ryland sighs. “…I still can’t believe I’m teaching alien anthropology with my own relationship.”
“In the name of science?” You ask teasingly, biting on your lips to hide the smile.
“In the name of whatever they are trying to conclude.” His reply makes you laugh, cupping his cheeks in your hand, holding him softly as he slowly kneels in front of you.
“May I?” He asks, pressing a lingering kiss to the waistband of your shorts.
A smile tugs at your lips as you nod in reply.
He carefully slid them down, letting them pool around your feet.
Then slowly, so slowly, his fingertips trail upwards from your ankles, tracing a slow path over your skin until they reach the hem of your shirt. He gently lifts it, easing the fabric higher before pulling it over your head, his lips following in its way with absentminded kisses, he can’t bear to leave an inch of you untouched.
He guides you to the bed, helping you settle comfortably between his legs. He pats his chest, silently asking you to lean back against him.
You do, resting against him while facing Rocky and Adrian.
The two Eridians remain completely focused, watching with undivided attention of scientists attending an important lecture.
Ryland clears his throat. “Next step,” Effortlessly switching into teacher mode despite the growing heat in his body, “you make sure your…mate is ready to take you.” Referring to you as mate got him feeling some type of way, actually and verbally claiming you. He says it so naturally, and you like it, for all you know you are his.
You tense with anticipation, mentally preparing yourself for what’s coming.
“Relax,” He murmurs, offering you a reassuring smile as his hands gently guide your legs open. “Show them My Love, they can’t observe if they can’t see.”
Now that this is actually happening, embarrassing excitement floods through you. Something about Ryland explaining this as seriously as your eager audience sends different kinds of thrill through your body.
His hand remains intertwined with yours, easing you as he continues his demonstration, he slowly runs his fingers along your heat, breath shaking slightly the moment he feels your wetness.
“hhnnh—Ry…”
Two of his fingers gently spreading your folds open.
Never in your life have you felt this exposed, and to your own amusement, your body refuses to hide how affected you are by leaking more of yourself.
“You like this don’t you?” Ryland teases as he never stop tracing over your entrance.
You can only answer him with muffled moans, stuffing your face against his neck. It’s impossible to keep looking at Rocky and Adrian, too ashamed of how much you are enjoying yourself in this situation.
Ryland lets out a soft breathy laugh before returning to his explanation. “The human female body is just…amazing…” His voice lowers with admiration.
“Extraordinary.”
Ryland softly nudges on the hood of your clit, exposing them. “You may already recognize this structure from the anatomical video,”
“This…this is the clitoris, It’s one of the most densely innervated structures in the human body, containing thousands of sensory nerve endings. Unlike many other parts of the reproductive system, its primary biological function isn’t reproduction itself, but sensory perception.” He glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian before continuing.
“So by stimulating it…she’s going to experience a great deal of pleasure.”
He does exactly as he’s describing, his finger starts rubbing slow circles on your little nub making you writhe from the contact, panting softly into his skin.
“Everything we’re doing right now has a purpose.”
Your fingers tighten around the hand intertwined with yours while your other hand finds his wrist, holding on through the overwhelming vulnerability of the moment.
“We call this foreplay,” Ryland continues. His voice is calm, but every sentence carries a little more enthusiasm than the last, clearly enjoying whatever is unfolding upfront. “It’s part of how humans prepare physically and emotionally before reproduction becomes possible.”
He lightly pinches on your clit and a tiny yelp escapes you.
Adrian chirps. “Mating noises increase. Therefore, mating noises indicates to experiencing pleasure, question?”
Ryland lets out a quiet laugh. “Well… not all humans are particularly… vocal.”
His eyes drift back to you.
“But lucky me, she is.”
A helpless whine escapes you at his words. Ryland bites his lower lip, unable to hide the smile threatening to break free. He looks almost unfairly pleased with himself, every little sound you make is another reminder that he knows you and your body by heart.
“I like how expressive she is,” Ryland continues working on you, somehow not losing the almost lecturer-like tone. “Her reactions tell me whether she likes what I’m doing or not, if what I’m doing is welcomed, and if I’m taking care of her the way she needs.”
Rocky and Adrian exchange a thoughtful series of chitters. “So vocalization functions as communication.”
“For many humans, yes,” Ryland replies. “It’s not universal, but it can be an important part of how partners understand one another.”
You lift your face up to find his eyes never looking away from you. There’s unmistakable hunger in his eyes.
“I’d say, she’s enjoying herself.”
The contrast between his composed explanation and the way his finger doesn’t stop toying with you leaves your thoughts in complete disarray. If this is his version of talking dirty to you, you need him to keep talking this way.
A push of his finger past your entrance breaks your busy thoughts.
“Now, I need to make sure she’s relaxed enough to continue.”
Soft whimpers slip past your lips the moment he pushes a second finger.
“That’s it,” He murmured warmly.
You never quite get used to how he just seems to know exactly what you need.
“Open up for me...”
So skilled with his movements, his fingers perfectly in tune with how he moves his hand, opening them as he goes inwards, closing them as he goes outwards. In and out just like that, the pad of his fingers rubs against the warm spongy walls inside of you.
“Kiss…” You whisper, voice trembling. “W-want kiss.”
You need him to kiss you. To ground you. To give you something to hide behind, because being so completely exposed as the center of his lesson for your sweet, unsuspecting audience that are diligently taking notes is almost more than your flustered heart can bear.
Every explanation he gives seems to make it worse. Speaking about you with such quiet admiration, each sentence carries the tenderness of a love letter that is whispered gently against your skin.
“Mhm.” Ryland glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian, unable to hide the quiet pride in his smile, proudly showing off how good he takes care of you. He kisses you slow, a little messy, humming softly into the kiss when he feels you biting on his lower lips.
You can’t stop moaning into his mouth as he swallows them whole. Especially when his knuckles deep fingers curl inside you, hitting exactly on your sweet spot, making you twist in his hold. You jerk off the kiss, breathless.
“R-ry! please…”
He feels it immediately, the way your walls flutter before clamping hard around his fingers, he answers you with a moan, somehow feeling the pleasure himself just from watching you.
“Come on Lovey, you’re so close.” He murmurs.
Your body trembles against him, broken sobs of his name spills off your lips. You bury your face in the crook of his neck again, squirming helplessly in his embrace as wave after wave of high crashes over you.
Ryland slows down his finger, talking you through it by whispering soft praises by your ear.
“There’s my girl.”
The words are followed by featherlight kisses along your temple, soothing you as your breathing slowly begins to steady.
Adrian chirps delightfully. “My Love has reach climax. Does this count as a successful mating, question?”
Ryland lets out a quiet chuckle. “Not quite.” He continues easing you, his lips brushing your cheek between explanations.
“As I said, the human female body is extraordinary, they are capable of reaching climax more than once and that doesn’t necessarily mean reproduction has occurred. Before we start the intercourse, it’ll be more comfortable for her this way.”
Rocky and Adrian diligently noting down the new information.
Ryland gently withdraws his fingers, taking them in his mouth long enough to steal a lingering taste of you before a quiet, helpless groan slips from him.
His eyes flutter shut for the briefest moment.
Just how much he’d rather be doing you properly right now, going down on you, feasting on what’s left of you for him. Instead, he exhales a breathless laugh, acknowledging the fact that his face would be in the way of the demonstration, when the whole point was for Rocky and Adrian to actually see what he was explaining.
It will only complicate things and raise far more questions than it answered.
With visible unwillingness, he pushes the thought aside and brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You okay?” He asks softly. “Good to continue?”
“Yes…” You answer almost immediately, nodding eagerly, still tucked safely against him. “Please, Ry~”
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“Atta girl.” He presses soft smooches across your cheeks. “Help me out will you?”
You pull yourself from the comfort of his embrace, shifting to kneel beside him, your gaze never leaving his as you kiss your way down, all while pushing on the hem of his shirt. The shirt is in your way.
You give it a small, impatient tug. “Take it off,” Your whine sounds almost annoyed at how the shirt is covering him.
Ryland chuckles under his breath, unable to hide the amused smile spreading across his face. “Bossy,” He whispers under his breath, already reaching for the hem of his shirt.
You answer by kissing the smile right off his lips, your hands fumble with the waistband of his pants tugging the fabric down hastily, just enough to free him.
Ryland lets out a shaky breath as his cock sprangs out all tall and ready, the heads throbbing angry red, leaking shiny beads of precum.
You too can’t help the embarrassingly needy whine at that sight, one that never fails to make your mouth water.
He is just so pretty everywhere, all for you.
“Well…” He looks down at himself and laughs under his breath, clearly trying to slip back into his teacher mode. “I…I don’t really have much to explain about the human male. Specifically myself.” His sentence falters as your touch steals the rest of his thoughts. “I’m just—”
Your hand wraps around him, leaning into the curve of his neck, you lick on his skin before leaving a series of lingering kisses. You playfully nip on his skin, sucking on them softly as you hum in contentment, unable to resist leaving your mark.
“F-fuck…” He cries out. The softness of your lips on his neck paired with the way your thumb is circling on his dribbling tip. All the sensation steals the last of his composure, his head tips back against the headboard as a shaky moan escapes him.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment before forcing himself to continue. “While some human males… need more time to become physically ready…”
Another breath catches in his throat.
“I’m…” Ryland laughs breathlessly. “I’m just always like this with her.” The confession earns warmth across his cheeks that has nothing to do with embarrassment anymore. “I-I think…” He exhales another quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I t-think you’ll explain m-me…much better Love,” Meeting your eyes with an utterly helpless smile.
“I… I can’t.”
Gone was the composed lecturer tone. All that’s left is a hopelessly, thoroughly, and utterly undone Ryland.
Rocky clicks several times, spinning around in rapid succession. “Grace incapable of objective scientific observation.”
Ryland snorts, though it quickly catches in his throat. “Yeah, well—hnngh…” He struggles to gather a sentence together. “You… have no idea how incredible she is.”
Adrian pauses from taking notes.
“Grace’s explanations contain an unusually high frequency of compliments.”
Rocky clicks knowingly. “Bias detected.”
“It’s called…” Ryland breathes out another shaky laugh. “…being in love, Rocky.”
You bite back a smile, delighted with his response. “Okay,” You say sweetly. “Let’s stop teasing him.” Saying that while you proceed to do the exact opposite, never actually moving your hand and only toying around his tip.
“My Love also demonstrates mischievous behavior,” Adrian notes.
You grin. “There are lots of ways humans approach foreplay. While Ryland used his hand on me…” You glance up at him with a look that promises trouble. “…I’m going to use my mouth.”
Ryland exhales sharply, hips jerking up at your words.
“He prefers that,” You tell the two Eridians with a knowing smile. “You two just watch him,” You continued. “You’ll understand.”
And despite his flushed out situation, he smiles at your remarks.
You give him a long lick from the base back to the head, suckling softly on them before slowly taking him whole.
Ryland’s whole body shudders instantly at the feeling of your warm mouth around him.
You start bobbing your head pulling out soft whiny grunts from him before he can stop it.
Rocky chirps excitedly. “Grace equally vocal.” Adrian immediately added to the observation notes. “Pair demonstrates reciprocal vocal communication.”
Ryland, looking thoroughly dazed, manages to lift one hand just enough to flash Rocky a weary thumbs-down. Then his hand slides down into your hair, tugging on them softly when you start gagging on him. “S-slow down…” He breathes out. “You’re gonna hurt yourself…and I’m—” A choked moan cuts him off.
“I’m not gonna last…”
You hum pulling off him with a soft pop, wiping the corner of your mouth before reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. To this day, neither of you knows why the Hail Mary had an emergency supply of condoms tucked away in the storage. Guess whoever packed them had somehow anticipated some scenarios.
You silently thank them every single time.
Holding it up for Rocky and Adrian to see, you explain, “This is one of humans contraceptives. It goes over the male reproductive organ and acts as a barrier, preventing sperm from reaching the female reproductive tract. That way, pregnancy doesn’t occur.” You press one last lingering kiss on his length before carefully rolling the condom into place, earning a quiet hiss from him.
“We’re…actually running low on these,” You admit, cheeks warming as you realize just how quickly the supply has dwindled.
Ryland lets out a breathless laugh, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face at your flustered confession. “Back on Earth, we had plenty of different contraceptive options,” He adds, slipping back into his lecturer’s cadence. “But here… our choices are a little…limited…”
You glance hopefully at Rocky and Adrian. “If… you two wouldn’t mind helping us…” The request alone makes your face burn. “I could mark a few possible ways that might be possible to recreate…here.” And you just can’t withstand your own request anymore, instinctively folding yourself into Ryland’s embrace, letting out an embarrassed sound as you do so.
He catches you immediately, laughing softly as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Another reason why humans separate intimacy from reproduction.”
You nod against his chest. “Our situation just…” You trail off before quietly finishing, “…isn’t one where having a baby would be responsible.” The words linger heavier than you expect. Not because you’re unhappy, quite the opposite actually.
You have Ryland.
You have Rocky, Adrian, and everyone else.
A home, strange as it may be.
But if circumstances had been different, if it had been back on Earth, living an ordinary life together. With a man like him? You’d spent half your life pregnant and the other half wondering how you ended up pregnant again. You are definitely having his babies, constantly. The man wouldn’t stand a chance, Ryland would’ve looked utterly bewildered every single time.
You know yourself well enough to admit the truth. You will never find yourself not pregnant.
The thought makes you smile into his shoulder, but some dreams simply belong to another world.
Ryland notices the change in your expression immediately. “Lovey...”
“You okay?” He brushes a thumb across your cheek.
You nod, smiling a little wider this time. “Just thinking.”
Before either of you can say anything else, Rocky’s excited clicking fills the room. “Okay. Now showtime! Hurry, hurry!”
The quiet moment dissolves instantly.
You slowly lift your head from his shoulder. “Uh…Ry…” Your voice comes out even smaller this time. “You should explain this part…” There is simply no way you’ll be able to. The moment he starts, it will be impossible for you to state actual sentences, you are not going to embarrass yourself by trying.
“Of course,” He kisses the top of your head before looking at you with a smile that barely hides the need in his eyes.
“How would you like to have me?”
“The one where I c-can lean on you…” You trail off, already feeling your face burn more and more. “You know which one…or just however you think is… s-suitable for the observation.”
Your answer earns a fond smile.
“You are adorable.”
Ryland clears his throat. “Intercourse,” He begins, “…well the real deal.” attempting to gather what little composure he has left. “This is the actual reproductive act.” His own thoughts have become an absolute mess.
Of course they have.
He’s about to fuck you and he needs to explain it in a very biologically proper way as he do so. That too in front of two alien scientists who are watching with the enthusiasm of graduate students attending a guest lecture.
Without another word, you settle where he asks you to, following his lead. He gently raises your legs, draping them over his own to keep you comfortably in place. The position leaves you spread open all for the two researchers to see and they still have absolutely no idea why humans find any of this embarrassing.
“This part,” Ryland says, stealing a quick glance toward Rocky and Adrian, “isn’t that different from the educational material you already reviewed.”
Both Eridians chirp in agreement.
He lets out a nervous laugh. “So… I guess this is mostly for completeness.” His scientific tone remains remarkably steady, though you catch the tiny stutter that slips into his words. He grabs himself by the base, aligning his cock with your entrance to slowly glide through your folds, coating himself with the slick already waiting for him. “As we’ve already explained, a proper foreplay and preparation make the process considerably more comfortable. To simply say it, the wetter she is…the better.”
“Ry—nhh…i-inside…” An impatient whine slips past your lips as you instinctively buck your hips forward, trying to coax him to push in.
Ryland only chuckles under his breath.
“Patience, My Love…” He murmurs, tightening his arm around your waist just enough to keep you still. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, lingering there for a moment before smiling against your hair. He then continues his explanation.
“It’ll still feel snug, just not uncomfortably tight. She is relaxed and that makes it easier for her to r-receive…me.” He swallows. “…easier for me to slide in, because the body naturally provides lubrication.”
You know him well enough to hear the cracks beginning to form beneath the composed explanation.
He’s losing the battle with his own desire.
The two of you are trying.
Desperately trying.
Holding back so much, to present this like a proper, respectable scientific demonstration. Instead of whatever exploration this has become. Fighting every urge to just go rabbits at each other the way you usually do, where the second you’re alone together, any remaining dignity gets launched straight out the nearest airlock.
None of this is normal.
Both you and Ryland are doing your absolute best to pretend that it is. As if any of this could possibly be considered ordinary.
It isn’t.
And somehow, that’s exactly what makes the whole situation feel so ridiculously exciting.
With one smooth push, he is in.
“Ry!” You yelp helplessly, as if he hadn’t been inside you for months instead of less than twenty-four hours.
“I know…I-I know, Lovey.”
His hand smooths over your hips in slow, reassuring strokes, seemingly meant to calm you down. But the shaky breath that follows, gives him away almost immediately.
He’s just as much trying to calm himself.
Slowly, he starts moving his hips, pulling back just enough to settle right back in.
The drive is just crazy, it’s almost comical how impossible it is to keep your hands off each other, or maybe you’re just a little too sexually compatible.
It doesn’t help that life on Erid is alarmingly peaceful.
No emails.
No jobs.
No bills.
No taxes.
Just the two of you, hopelessly in love, with far too much free time on your hands. The odds were never in your favor.
He pauses, catching his breath. “I—… I need a second.” The groan that leaves Ryland borders on feral as he buries his face against your shoulder, huffing and puffing, trying to collect himself to continue his very serious, very scientific lecture.
Rocky tilts his carapace. “Grace respiratory efficiency decreased.”
“I’m aware.”
“Teaching quality also decreased.”
“…T-thanks.” He chokes out.
“She just—feels good…” He admits with a shaky laugh. “…Too good.” Every word comes out as heavy as the roll of his hips. Pumping in and out of you in deep slow thrust, the measured pace lasting around two seconds before he starts ramming into you.
You? you’re gone, stupidly moaning and babbling his name at every sweet graze of his length, you’re no longer capable of forming words.
One of his arms remains securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close, while his other hand drifts upward to fondle on your breast.
“The breasts…” Ryland manages between uneven breaths. “Their primary biological purpose is lactation, b-but…” He swallows “…like the clitoris, the nipples also contain numerous sensory nerve endings. Stimulating them during intimacy can… increase pleasure.”
You gasp loudly when he tugs on them between his fingers, sending shivers through your whole body.
“Y-yes!…please~”
Ryland’s composure cracks into a dazed lovestruck smile. “You’re so pretty hmmm…” He practically whines out the words. “So, s-so pretty Lovey…you’re so pretty.”
The admiration in his voice is so genuine it makes your heart squeeze.
Rapid clicking.
“Grace deviates from lecture.”
Ryland grunts. “I know.”
“Compliment unnecessary for scientific accuracy.”
“It is for me.”
“…Fuck.” He lets out another helpless laugh. “They’re so pretty...” He can’t resist giving them a teasing little bounce.
“Everything…e-everything about you is so pretty My Love.”
Adrian’s claws never stop moving. “Grace repeatedly interrupts explanations to compliment My Love.”
Rocky clicks. “Pattern consistent.”
“Can we not… not put that in the paper?”
“Already documented.”
Ryland groans.
The hand on your waist travels down between your legs, back to circle your clit. “And…” He says, pausing to steady his breathing as he feels you clenching harder immediately from the stimulation. “…since pleasure is the goal for us,” Another shaky inhale. “Again, the special little button.” By the end of the sentence, even Ryland sounds unconvinced that he’s still giving a demonstration.
“Fuck—that’s it!” He groans out. “I—I can’t anymore.”
His face disappears into the crook of your neck, muffling another helpless sound as he sucks at your skin, hard enough to leave an obvious mark. “I’ve explained…all that I can.” He forces himself to look towards the two Eridians, his eyes glassy with the strain of holding himself together. “I want to f-focus… on her.” Another shaky breath escapes him. “Just… save your questions for later...”
“Please.”
It’s almost funny. How he is begging them like they force him to keep talking.
A chorus of giggly chirps answers him, clearly amused by how thoroughly the great Ryland Grace has fallen apart.
“Reason, Grace no longer capable of coherent explanation.”
“Both of you…” Another breath catches in his throat. “…are absolutely paying us back for this.”
“Not a problem,” Adrian replies without hesitation. “Adrian and Rocky will compensate Grace and My Love appropriately.” Followed with another round of cheerful clicks.
Neither Eridian realizes they’re teasing him.
Which somehow makes it even worse.
His thrust grew more and more erratic, growing closer and closer from how you’re clamping mercilessly on him. Every ounce of composure he’d been clinging to, slips through his fingers.
“I wish…” His voice catches, and the confession escapes before he can stop it, “wish I could b-breed you like they said.” He shuts his eyes for a moment, as if he immediately regrets saying it aloud.
He swiftly flips both of your bodies, pinning you down against the bed as he snaps his hips harder. “…Wish I could fuck you full of my cum.” One admission becomes another. “You’d look perfect carrying my babies…all swollen and pretty.” The impossible dreams he’d kept buried slips free before he can stop himself, before he can think better of it.
“W-want too…Ry! hnnngh—” You breathe, the words breaking apart between uneven breaths. To your own embarrassment, you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. “want y-your babies~”
It feels ridiculous to be on the verge of crying now, of all moments. But the longing beneath his words reaches somewhere far deeper than either of you expected.
“You’d be beautiful…I know you would,” His voice trembles, laced with wonder and heartache. “I wish we could have a family.”
The words force both of your breaking points.
Your body convulses under him, crying out his name as you milk everything he got in him. He buries his face against your neck, making you catch even the littlest desperate sound out of him as he spurts ropes of white cums into the condom, clinging to you like you’re the only thing anchoring him. Your face pressing against the mattress, muffling the sounds of you falling apart.
The tears finally spill off your eyes, not from sadness. But the overwhelming ache of loving someone so much that, for one fleeting moment, the impossible feels close enough to touch.
Ryland peppers open-mouthed kisses along your neck before trailing them slowly down your spine, every lingering kiss meant to soothe you through the last waves of your high as he carefully pulls out of you. He drops his body beside you, pulling you in his embrace.
“Such a good girl..” He whispers, “Always did so well for me Lovey.” pressing a tender kiss so lovingly on your cheek. “I love you…”
His soft kisses continues all over your face, brushing away the tears clinging on your lashes before gently fixing the hair that’s sticking on your forehead. Simply holding you close until your breathing gradually evens out beneath his embrace. Only once he’s certain you’ve settled does he finally lift his gaze to the two Eridians.
“You…” He clears his throat, still sounding delightfully wrecked. “Both of you.”
Rocky and Adrian perk up immediately.
“There’s a procedure back on Earth called a vasectomy.” He gestures vaguely, his thoughts clearly still scrambled. “If you can recreate something similar…”
You don’t quite catch where he’s going, your mind still floating somewhere in the haze of your high.
He doesn’t even hesitate. “I just— I really need to be able to finish inside her.”
“…Yes…” You answer absentmindedly, before your own words register, heat immediately rushing to your face.
“If you can figure out a permanent contraceptive, anything that makes me sterile, please…” He lets out a tired laugh. “yeah…forget the payment talk, just give me that.”
Rocky responds with a rapid burst of amused chitters. “Grace exceptionally desperate.”
Another click.
“Grace wants permanent solution because Grace leaks too much.” Rocky chirps.
“Leaky space blob.”
Ryland groans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder.
“…I walked right into that one.”
Rocky chirps triumphantly while Adrian quietly adds another line to the growing stack of observations, sounding almost pleased with themself.
“Conclusion,” Adrian chirps. “Grace requests sterilization to increase mating frequency.”
Ryland lets out the longest, most defeated sigh of the day.
“…That is, unfortunately, an accurate conclusion.”
afterwords: I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HOW IN LOVE ROCKY IS WITH ADRIAN ughhhhhh…
i just hope this doesn’t freak you guys out, i think it’s so funny and hot at the same time, AND YEAH IDK RYRY FELT SO ASSERTIVE AND SASSY, I JUST CAN’T STOP WRITING HIM AS A SOFT DOM, I WANNA DO THINGS FOR HIM…ANYTHING, woof woof~
English isn't my first language, so there might be a few awkward phrases or grammar mistakes here and there. If you spot any mistakes, feedback is always appreciated.
Thank You so much for reading this -actual Grace ❤︎
18+ | Your boyfriend loves when you ride him like a cowgirl.
Especially reverse. You were facing away from him, knees planted on either side of his hips, lowering yourself onto his thick length with a low moan. The second you sank all the way down, he groaned deep in his chest and gripped your ass. “Fuck… look at this view,” he rasped, watching his dick disappear into your tight pussy over and over as you started bouncing on him.
You rode him hard, slamming your ass down onto his hips with wet, filthy slaps. Every time you dropped, his dick punched deep inside you, stretching you open. He spread your cheeks with both hands so he could watch everything — the way your pussy stretched around him, the way your juices coated his shaft, the way your hole fluttered every time you took him to the base.
“That’s it, baby… bounce on that dick,” he growled, voice rough. “Ride me like you fucking mean it.” You leaned forward a little and started grinding in tight, messy circles, working your clit against him while his dick stayed buried deep. The wet sounds were obscene. He thrust up to meet you, fucking into your bouncing pussy from below while you slammed back down onto him.
“Such a greedy little pussy,” he moaned, spanking one of your cheeks hard. “Taking every inch like a good girl. Keep going — I wanna see you cream all over me.” You rode him faster, thighs burning, ass jiggling with every impact as you chased your orgasm. He kept spreading you open, watching himself disappear into your dripping hole, occasionally spitting down onto where you were joined just to make it even messier.
When you finally came, it hit hard — your pussy clamping down and pulsing around him as you kept bouncing through it, soaking his dick and balls. The tight, wet fluttering pushed him over the edge. He slammed up into you one last time and came with a loud groan, flooding your pussy with thick ropes of cum while you kept grinding down to milk every drop. You stayed on top of him for a moment, still slowly rolling your hips, feeling his cum start to leak out around his dick. He gave your ass another firm squeeze and laughed under his breath, completely wrecked.
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