This will not leave my brain so now you have to deal with it :)
Abe Sapien x Fem!reader
Falling Books
Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, spelling mistakes, p in v sex,
The bookcase groaned with another hard thrust, Abes thighs smacking against your own.
You moan, broken and loud against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck, clawing at his scales for purchase. Your legs bouncing, hooked around his hips.
His hands each grab an ass cheek, holding you up like you weight nothing, keeping you at the perfect height for him to thrust.
Dress yanked up your hips, underwear pulled to the side, his tight swim shorts pooling at his ankles.
The wood of the bookcase shelves press into your shoulder blades and lower back, but you can't find a reason to care when he's pounding you so thoroughly.
Sharp, powerful, thrusts, bouncing you against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs.
Sweat drips from your face, down your neck, and disappearing down your cleavage.
Abe pushes you back into the shelf, kissing your neck, licking and sucking bruises into your skin.
"Abe," You pant, rolling your hips against him. Pulling your legs tighter against him, locking your ankles together to keep him close.
With a deep inhale, he presses his forehead to yours, not stopping his thrusts.
"Yes, my love?" He moans, big eyes searching yours.
Your voice catches in your throat, his eyes so full of love and admiration, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in this world.
Splaying your hands on his bare shoulders, you repeat the phrase over and over in your head.
Harder, please.
He nods, fingers gripping into the meat of your ass, pulling out to his tip. He waits a beat, then slams forward.
Bending and snapping his hips, he reaches a spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes.
The shelves groan with your weight, books falling and clattering to the floor.
Some song is playing out from the speakers, you're not sure what it is. It could have been playing on repeat for all you knew. But it did its purpose so you couldn't complain.
Concealing your moans, groans, grunts and now the sound of the shelves banging against the wall and books thumping to the floor.
Pleasure rushed up your spine, making your chest and neck flush, a band building in your lower stomach.
With one strong hand, he holds you up, but the other snakes down to rub at your clit.
You moan and buck, cupping his face and kissing him hard, teeth clashing together.
"Don't stop, don't stop," You chant, eyes rolling into the back of your head. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.
The band builds and builds, Abes hips thrusting erratically, tumbling both of you toward you release.
"Abe!" You scream, body gushing around him, fluttering, clenching and gripping him like a vise.
He moans, pressing his lips to your neck, panting into the skin. He shouts your name, thrusting as far as he could, unloading himself in your welcoming body.
His hand leaves your clit, reaching past your body and hitting the shelves by your side.
His legs shake, thighs and hips twitching.
The shelf under his hand snaps, the wood cracking and sending a berage of books to the floor.
But Abe doesn't move, the books piling at his feet.
"That's gonna be tough to explain," You pant with a soft laugh.
"It's my library," He kisses your neck. "What is anyone going to say?" You both laugh.
He pulls back, sweaty, hot, and shaking with you in his arms. He kisses you, firm and loving and happy.
