why must being railed and soft sex be separated… i can get fucked so hard i forget how to think while also being held close and praised the entire time about how well i’m taking it
warnings: smut 18+ MDNI!!!!, unprotected piv, fingering, soft!dom!isaac, a bit dub-con? (waking reader up in the middle of the night for some fun), overstimulation, lots of cum & two creampies 🤭, english is not my native language - excuse my poor grammar, 3rd person pov (reader as she/her)
She had no idea how he got in, this late at night. How he unlocked the door of her nearly empty house and climbed the stairs to her door, how she could sleep so soundly that she only awoke when lithe fingers reached inside her underwear, tracing her folds teasingly, lips pressed against the side of her neck, suckling a sweet bruise on the delicate skin. Her eyelids fluttered open, a huff of a whine escaping her parted lips, instinct making her pull away from the sensation, sleepiness weighing her down.
The raspy chuckle of her invader instantly made her feel safe, body relaxing again, reclining against the soft pillows.
- Isaac? How did you get in?
She felt him reach over her to switch on her lights, the ones that made her room just a bit dimly-lit, lights flickering softly for a moment, just as her eyes, trying to adjust to the soft lights. A weak protest left her, but he chided her instantly.
- Need to see you, sweetheart.
He felt him reach again inside the soft, excuse of underwear, the pads of his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it with soft, feather-light circles. She whined again, trying to press closer for more.
- So eager, fuck... so needy for me.
His other hand worked to get rid of her night shirt, popping the buttons open, freeing her pretty tits. She shivered, nipples peaking just by watching his eyes darken, pupils blown wide.
He leaned in then to press a soft kiss on her lips, tongue tracing the side of her neck, biting teasingly on the sensitive skin. When he reached her breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, tongue tracing, teeth tugging, then sucking softly, while his thumb worked her aching clit, and his middle finger circled her soaked entrance.
- My good girl getting so wet for me again? - he teased, you could feel the smirk in his voice. He bit down a bit more roughly, making her yelp.
- Y-yes, please, Isaac.. I-I need...
She couldn't finish her thought before he gave her what she wanted, his finger penetrating her cunt, moving ITwith high intent, curling it sweetly.
He watched her, entranced by the way she gave into him completely, her noises flowing freely from parted lips, brows knitting together. The way her hips tried in tandem with his flexing hand, attempting to ride his finger.
- More, please, don't stop... - the plea came wrecked, but he obliged instantly, his ring finger joining in, stretching and curling, abusing that sweet, spongy spot that made her tighten around his digits.
His cock straining painfully against the material of his pants, leaking precum, making a mess he couldn't condone.
He yanked his hand out of her panties, made quick work of his clothes, yanking the belt off, fumbling just enough to free himself from the confines, pressing his lenght against her folds, coating himself in her slick, smearing his precum onto her clit, rubbing his tip against it in maddening little circles. She could feel her walls clench around the aching emptiness, whining, fingers reaching for his tip, catching in the mess of their combined slick, cheeks aflame. He pulled his hand back, letting her pleasure herself using his throbbing cock, watching with a grin as she guided him to her fluttering hole, pushing the tip inside, inhaling sharply as she stretched around the first inch. He ground his hips slowly, inching in deeper, her shaky gasps and the steady watering of her eyes telling him that she needed time to adjust.
- Shhh, you're alright, pretty girl. Look how nice you're taking me. Don't worry, we'll make it fit perfectly.
He rubbed the inside of her thigs, sitting back to watch the place where he disappeared into her tight, wet cunt. His skin glistening in the low lights every time he drew back, thumb attached to her needy clit, rubbing her steadily. He was all the way in now, pushing his hips lovingly, spreading her pretty thighs wider. His girl taking him so well that he groaned, a low sound, half-locked in his chest, making her walls tighten around him. He leaned down to capture her lips with his, greedily swallowing every moan, tongue tracing her own, sucking her pretty lips into his mouth.
- Oh, oh, pleasepleaseplease, I n-need..
- Shhh, good girl. I know what you need, let me make you feel good.
He kept his steady, slow tempo that allowed her to feel every inch of his length as the tip bumped fevereshly against her cervix, making her whine and her grip on his shoulders intensify. He withdrew his thumb, only to play with her pretty nipples, making her sensitive.
- Oh! Feel so-so full. - the broken sob was heavenly, he thought as his eyes took in her expressions, watching her eyelids flutter, the way her face contorted in pleasure. Her pretty, kiss-swollen lips parted for sharp intakes of breath, teeth occasionally biting down her lower lip to prevent the needy moans for him escaping.
- Yeah, my girl's all full of me now?
His grin was wicked as he pressed his hips impossibly closer against her own, bottoming out and staying there for a long moment, cock throbbing, head nudging her cervix, her cunt quivering around him in response. He watched with delight as her eyes rolled back, moving her hips in circles for more friction. He granted her wish, pulled out then with bruising force, slammed back in.
- Oh, fuck-
He adored how he could render her to a moaning mess once he sped up, the snap of his body against hers too loud during the quietness of the night, the wet squelching from the gush of her slick making the apples of her cheeks flare. The whiny, seemingly-endless gasps of his name made him rut desperately, chasing her high, one hand reaching awkwardly between their bodies and finding her clit, rubbing it with enhanced intention. Oh, how glad she was that her housemates weren't home, how good it felt to not needing to lock the desperate, breathy noises in her chest while he had his way with her.
- Mmhm, I'm-I.... so close, please-
- That's my pretty girl. I can feel you clenching around me, you want it so bad, don't you?
She managed only some soft, nonsense in response, pleas and demands blurring into one with the chant of his name. Her eyes screwing shut, walls fluttering around him, fingers burying themselves in his hair, nails digging in the nape of his neck, making him hiss.
- Let me have it then, be so fucking good and cum for me.
He angled his hips so that she could feel him abusing that oh-so sweet spot inside of her that made her see stars. His fingers on her clit unrelenting, drawing tight circles, her hips bucking away from the stimulation, the override of sensations too much. She felt the tension in her lower stomach tighten to a painful degree, then with one well-aimed thrust she was soaking him, the hot mess making his mind numb, chasing his own release methodically. Only one goal: to fill her to the brim, make her take it all like such a good girl she was for him. His cock twitching, pressing even deeper still, carving a place inside of her for just his pleasure as he shot hot ropes of cum against her cervix, grinding low against her clit, making her overstimulated, gasping and crying for every drop he offered.
He collapsed next to her, pulling her back against his chest, his large hand resting against her lower belly. He could feel the seep of their mixed slick slowly coating his thigh. She soundly drifted back to sleep, not minding the sticky mess covering them and her bedsheets.
- Mhmm, we need to clean up, love. - his voice rough as he too, felt sleepiness weigh him down.
- Just a minute...
He only laughed, tired and thoroughly sated.
**********************bonus**********************
When she regained consciousness the first thing she felt was the fullness.
- Oh... - her lips parted on a gasp as she slowly half-came back to reality.
Isaac had his palms against her hips, thumbs rubbing circles against her skin, hips pushing against her ass, the sticky mess between her thighs uncomfortable, her walls contracting around his cock buried to the hilt inside of her sensitive cunt. She closed her eyes, whined, too sleepy to do anything but take him, let him rut against her, pin her to him.
- Fuck, just look at you, always so ready for me.
And after he filled her pretty cunt for the second time, she shakily pushed herself up on her elbows, cringing as her raw-fucked, sensitive entrance leaked out his hot cum, escaping in drops and drool down between her thighs onto the mattress. He got up from the bed before pressing a soft kiss and murmured a low "thank you" against her forehead. A moment later he came back with a lukewarm washcloth in hand, climbing between her parted thighs. Her cheeks warmed as he too, took in the slow, tiny bubbles forming along his cum as he seemingly endlessly seeped out from her. His expression ravenous, smirk creeping in at the bashfullness enveloping her, eyes closing as she fell back against the sheets, thighs opening wider. It would be impossible anyways to close them now. Not as he dipped down, washcloth dropping to the floor to clean her up instead with his fingers... then collecting it on his cock as he thrust again between her oversensitive folds... She really would let him do anything, he needn't even ask.
Pull out? Why would I ever pull out? It feels soooo much better for me to pin you down and fill you up. Push in and out so I can make sure you take it all. I don't really care what the consequences are for you, all that matters is how good it feels to breed you.
Cumming inside you just before you go out with your friends, so that the feeling of my cum dripping down your thighs throughout the day will remind you of who you belong to 🖤
I need a frantic fuck. I need to stumble through a doorway with someone, kissing and nipping at each other however we can while ripping each others clothes off. I need belts fumbled with and shoes kicked off and clothing made just loose enough to get a hand under to touch. I need hours of sexual tension to end with me being pinned up against a wall with someone bottomed out inside of me as they desperately fuck me.
finally read the sylvanas novel and like. "oh I'm not capable of feeling positive emotions anymore, I remember feeling them while I was alive without the attachment, this must be the curse of undeath" babygirl that sounds like severe depression. maybe you shouldve had your apothecary work on antidepressants
I mean
you literally went full evil tyrant because you wanted the afterlife to be fair so you could finally die you are...
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