˚ʚ Fix Me, Fuck Me ɞ˚
❦Southern!Handyman!Reiner Braun x Bimbo!fem!reader ❦
✿ Contents: porn with a bit of plot , readers hair is curly , she has full lips, reader is a Bimbo.. just reiterating that , sex between strangers , fingering , oral (female receiving) , mentions of creaming and squirting , pnv sex , unprotected sex , creampie , spanking , mirror sex , light spit kink
✿ Note from Winter: I'm sorry this, as usual, took absolutely forever to get done, but I hope you guys enjoy it! ♡
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It was early on a Thursday morning.
The second you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the warmth of the yellow sunlight that beamed into the large bedroom window through the white, lace curtains before illuminating the blush colored walls.
The birds were chirping happily outside, one of them perched on the dark balcony railing as it sang to the others.
You sigh, sitting up, feeling the plush mattress dip beneath the shift in your weight before throwing the quilted comforter off of your lap. Just as you're about to get up, you hear your phone ding, the sudden noise interrupting the peaceful morning making you jump softly.
When you look at the screen, it shows a notification that the bookshelf you'd ordered weeks ago had finally arrived. You excitedly got out of bed, making your way to the bathroom quickly to ready yourself for the day.
Once you'd gotten ready your body was covered by your favorite pink dress and your hair was adorned by a white scarf that pushed your curly hair back from your face, instead allowing it to fall down your back except for the two strands you kept out in the front.
You looked in the large mirror, admiring your appearance before leaning forward a bit to look at yourself closer, applying a layer of lip-gloss to your full lips and decorating your ears with the large hoop earrings.
"Pretty." You says happily in your mind, giving yourself one last look over before grabbing your phone from the bed and making your way down the marble-tiled hall to the curved staircase that welcomed you to the vast entryway of your beautiful home.
The crystal chandelier above scattered tiny rainbows onto the marble floors as the sunlight bounced off each swaying piece of glass.
You rush to the dark wooded double front doors, opening them happily to be welcomed by the large box you'd been waiting oh so impatiently for.
You grab the box in a tight hug, attempting to move it only for it not to budge an inch. You release it with a sigh and a pout of your lips, placing your hands on your hips.
"Who knew a bookshelf could be so heavy.." you mutter to yourself, thinking about how you were going to get this box inside.
You walk back into the house, grabbing the phone you'd tossed onto the couch, staring at the search bar for a moment before typing "people who can move heavy things and fix things near me".
"Handyman.. that's what it's called.." you say softly, scrolling down the recommended pages as it pops up.
"Braun's Handyman Services..", you read out as you click on it. "hm.. says he's only ten minutes away, so.." You shrug before tapping on the link and getting the phone number.
You text the number, plopping down on the soft couch after sending the text.
Right on time, you see a truck pull into your driveway, a man getting out, a very handsome man in fact.
His blonde hair was short and his frame was quite tall and muscular, like he was crafted to be in a museum. He was dressed in a nice fitting white t-shirt and jeans that fit him just right.
You watch him walk up to the door, so lost in your admiration of his appearance that he had to knock quite a few times before it registered in your occupied mind that you should probably go open it for him.
"Oh!" you exclaim softly, rushing to the door, swinging it open with an awkward laugh.
"Sorry.. almost forgot I needed to open the door.. I like heard you knocking but my brain was like "what's that noise??" you say, rambling a bit as you looked up at his welcoming face, a gentle smile plastered on his lips as he looked down at you, his eyes almost like honey as the sun shined into them.
"That's quite alright ma'am.. this the box you were referrin' to in your text?" He says almost like he was trying not to laugh as he looks down at the unusual text you'd sent to the number on the website.
It included a picture of the box and no other words other than, "Big heavy box, help please. :)"
You nod, "Mhm, it's a bookshelf. I tried to move it but it's heavier than I thought it'd be.. didn't budge an inch."
You move out of his way, retreating back into the house, turning to see him lift the box as if it weighed nothing, putting it on his shoulder and walking inside.
"Anywhere in particular you want it?" He asks as he stands there with the box.
"Yeah, just right over there by the swan.. goose?.. statue.. I always get those confused.." you say waving your hand dismissively at the expensive decoration.
He looks over to the corner, with the fancy glass table and chair, noticing the large open space next to the statue and he gives a small chuckle as he makes his way over, placing the box down gently.
"Swan's a good guess." He says, laying the box flat on the floor and pulling the box cutter from his tool belt after he removes it from his waist and lays it out on the floor.
He carefully slices the box open and begins to pull out the pieces of finely carved bookshelf, the outer panels of it were decorated by fancy lines and intricate designs carved into the costly wood.
"This is a nice bookshelf." He comments on the intricate design, brushing his fingers over it softly.
"Thank you, I designed it myself.. wanted it to look like those fancy bookshelves in rich people's houses that are filled with all those old-fashioned, expensive books they never read."
He looks at the instruction book before grabbing two pieces beginning to screw them together.
"You read yours?" He asks without looking over at you as you'd made yourself comfortable on the fluffy white rug, watching him. You sit on your knees, smoothing out the short dress, placing your hands in your lap politely.
Your eyes are focused on his forearms, noticing the veins that protruded down to the top of his strong hands as he held the piece of wood in place.
"..No." You say softly in response to him. You hear him scoff, a smirk on his lips as he reaches for more screws, amused by your answer.
"Oh! I bought separate knobs for the cabinets at the bottom too.." You say excitedly moving to the table across the room to grab the bag with the knobs in it before hurrying back and handing it to him.
"They're sparkly." You say happily, watching him move the bag, watching the knobs glitter dramatically in the light.
"Well you've got a good eye for design. You always this passionate about furniture?"
"Only when it's pretty and I can get a handsome man to come put it together for me." You say, voice as sweet as sugar.
He stills his screwing for a second, looking up at you before looking back at the shelf, continuing.
"That so?"
"Mhm." you nod watching him continue to put together the tall bookshelf with ease, like he'd put this custom piece together time and time again before.
"You're quite bold, Miss Y/N."
"Was that bold? Oh.. I was just being honest. Whoops."
"Nothing wrong with honesty." He reassures warmly.
Another 20 minutes go by, and you and Reiner continue your small talk, conversation paused by a few short moments of comfortable silence.
He finishes the bookshelf, wiping it off carefully before placing the screwdriver back in his toolbelt.
"All finished, ma'am."
You stand and clap your hands together happily.
"Oh my.. it's so much prettier than I imagined!" You exclaim happily, trailing your eyes over the shelves, all the way down to the glittery handles you had him put on it instead of the dull, boring ones it came with.
"You wanna test it out? See how well it holds?" He says, his voice tearing your gaze away from the bookshelf as you turn to look at him, a look of confusion on your face."
"You mean like.. sit on it?"
He looks at you slightly dumbfounded, blinking slowly.
"Uhh.. well I meant the books. Like you can put your books on it now."
You feel heat flood your cheeks for a moment as you move to start gathering the books that sat on the floor.
"Oh! Right, duh.. I was just kidding."
He laughs softly, crossing his arms as he stands back watching you place the books on the shelves before placing some other items on top and in the drawers at the bottom.
"You know.. you're really something else." He says.
Once you finish you step back, admiring the shelf now filled with your books.
"It's beautiful. Thank you." You cheerily give him your gratitude, smile plastered on your face.
"It's no problem at all, Miss. Is there anything else you wanted me to look at while I'm here?"
You turn to him, crossing your arms, thinking.
"Hm.. well I bought a new chandelier for my bedroom but.. I wanna paint my walls before I put that up so.. oh! My coffee maker.. it's messed up.. like really messed up. I think it might be like possessed or something." You say waving your hand dismissively as you make your way to the kitchen.
"A possessed coffee maker?" He says, following behind you, walking into the large, open kitchen and to the coffee maker.
"Yeah it like.. growls at me or like a hissing.. it's creepy. really.."
He turns it on hearing the noise you were referring to before he pulls it forward a bit taking the back off of it.
"Have you been cleaning it?" He asks, looking at the back of it.
"Wait.. you have to clean it?? Like yourself? I thought that's what the hot water was doing.." You say, glossy lips slightly pouted, genuine confusion on your face.
"No ma'am.. the hot water is just for brewin' the coffee. I suppose that's what's wrong with it so I'll just clean it for you, should be good as new, alright? Got any vinegar?"
"Yeah.. strange choice of drink though.. I have other stuff.." you say softly, slight disgust on your face as you move to the cabinet to pull out the vinegar giving it to him.
"It's for the machine." He says as he takes it from you.
"Oh."
He rinses out the coffee maker with vinegar after realigning the tube that had popped out of place.
When he turns it back on the noise is gone, machine running smoothly.
"Wow! That's all I had to do? You're like a magician."
"I don't know about all that.. she just needed a good vinegar rinse.. might wanna let it run a couple more times before drinking any coffee from it though. Just to make sure all the vinegar taste is gone."
You figured he'd be getting ready to go soon but you really didn't want him to, hurriedly thinking of something to say to him.
"Uhh.. if you want.. I can make you a cup of coffee that won't taste like poison.. or I have lemonade, sweet tea, water... snacks.. lotta stuff.. I have goldfish.. they're cute.."
He picked up on you trying to stall him from leaving and decided he'd take the bait.
"Sweet tea is fine, I think I'll hold off on the goldfish though."
You smile happily, moving swiftly to grab a cup, putting him a bit of ice in it before opening the fridge, pouring him a glass of tea.
"Here you go."
He takes the cup from you giving a nod.
"Thank you."
You give him a timid smile in return. "No problem.. least I could do after you put together my bookshelf.. and fixed my coffee maker."
"So have you always been good at screwing things?" You ask hopping up to sit on top of the marble island in the middle of the kitchen before you look back at him.
He's standing there looking at you, the cup paused at his lips.
"Oh.. fuck.. I mean like have you always been good with your hands? I mean like fixing things with like screws and your hands and stuff.. not like that kind of.. screwing.." You ask, quickly trying to fix what you said.
He swallows the tea, sitting the cup on the counter he was leaned against before crossing his arms with an amused look in his eyes.
"Well.. that was somethin'."
You mentally facepalm. "Sorry.."
He smiles and waves his hand.
"I'm just teasing, no apology necessary." He says making you relax a bit before he continue speaking.
"I suppose I always had a thing for it. Started by taking things apart and puttin' em back together when I was a kid. Bicycles, music boxes.. stuff like that."
"That's impressive, I could never do something like that. I'm not exactly good with tools and such."
"What are you good at? Other than accidental innuendos?" He asks.
"You're not gonna let that go, huh? Hm.. well.. I'm good at design.. making things look pretty.. oh and shopping.. I'm really really good at that."
He looks around the kitchen, the living room visible from where he stands.
"I see. It's quite beautiful in here. Looks like a palace for a pretty little princess." He says, his eyes moving to you, not missing how pretty and soft you looked.
The way he looks at you makes your heart flutter softly before you look around, proud of the way your house turned out.
"Thank you.. I put a lot of time into it.."
"I can tell.. got your kinda vibe to it. Soft. Feminine."
"Suppose that is my vibe huh? I really hope I'm not keeping you up.. I know you probably have other houses to get to.." You say a bit of disappointment in your voice.
"Nah.. I'm actually not even supposed to be working today.. I just took this one when I saw the message come through. Feeling it'd be worth it, I suppose."
"Was it?" You ask looking at him as you sit on the countertop, drinking from your own cup.
"Definitely, never quite met anyone like you, ma'am."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
He smiles, finishing the cup of tea.
"Well. I suppose I should get outta your hair.." He says, his gaze pointed downward at the cup, thumb brushing against the decorated glass.
You pout a bit feeling your heart sink at the words.
"Do you have to go? I can find something else to break to make you stay.."
He looks at you, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin.
"Really? Gonna tear up all your pretty stuff just to keep me here?"
"If it'll work.. I'm really good at breaking stuff.. wouldn't take long."
He looks at your legs, thighs peeking from the bottom on the dress as the sweet smell of your perfume flutters through the air, filling his nose.
"You know.. you're a dangerous kinda woman.."
"How's that? I don't have any weapons or anything. Do you think I'm trying to keep you here to hurt you?"
He laughs are the look of genuine fear on your face, shaking his head.
"Not what I meant, ma'am. Just mean you got me over here to fix your bookshelf.. your coffee maker.. can't help but wonder what else you'll tempt me into puttin' my hands on.."
You look down at the dress, fingertips coming up to play gently with the edge of it that lays across your thighs, honestly a bit relieved that he didn't think you'd try and hurt him.
"Oh.." You look down at your hands that are rested in your lap.
From your peripheral you can see him beginning to move closer to you, the slow sound of his boots hitting the tiled floor almost sounded thunderous, a noise that for whatever reason sent butterflies straight through your stomach, a feeling of warmth following close behind.
He stops in front of you and although you don't look up, you feel him standing there, tall and broad. His presence makes you feel smaller, it's intimidating.
He sits the cup on the countertop next to you, the sudden clink of the glass startles you a bit and you look up at him.
"You alright, darlin'?" He asks calmly, his voice softer than it was just moments ago.
You nod, eyes drifting around his face, taking in his features as you see him for the first time this close. You notice the tiny scar near his eyebrow, the definition in his cheekbones, the arch in his nose, the few light freckles scattered scarcely across his cheeks, more so on the right half of his face than the other, and you notice the mesmerizing golden flecks in his irises as the sunlight bounces off of them.
"I'm alright." You finally respond softly, the tension between you two made your body feel ten times heavier, like you could no longer move. Your heart raced and you feel like maybe you should move but you really didn't want to.
"Don't get all timid on me now.. you were the one asking if I was good at screwin'. If that's not flirtin' I'm not sure what is, princess."
You can't help the smile that ran across your face as he brought up the comment you'd made again.
"I didn't mean.. I mean..," you voice trails off slightly, "..you didn't say no."
He lets out an amused scoff and grins playfully in return, "No.. I didn't."
A quiet moment follows. It was heavy but not in the uncomfortable way. Heavy in a way that made it feel like with each breath you took it somehow became harder to breathe. It was intense, a feeling you hadn't felt in a while, or maybe ever.
You weren't sure if the feeling was purely from the heat of the moment, the nerves, or from the way he was looking at you like he was already fantasizing about the way you'd taste if he buried his face between your thighs.
You tilt you head, giving him an innocent smile as you spoke.
"So.. is that like a yes.. a maybe?"
He takes a step even closer, the rough fabric of his jeans brushing against your knees as his hand comes up to pull lightly on the curl you left out, watching it bounce back into place.
"What do you think it is?"
While you want to think of a clever reply to give him, his close proximity takes over your brain filling your every thought with how intense the situation feels, how nervous he makes you, how much you want to take his hands and just put them right where you want them, the way he'd look at you when he slid in.
"Uhh.. I.. don't know but if you're trying to make me feel like I'm gonna explode then.. mission accomplished." You say, those words being the best response you could come up with in the moment.
He gives a chuckle in response, his finger still toying with the curl despite the fact that his gaze remained focused on your face.
"Explode? I haven't even touched you yet, baby?"
His hand comes down from your hair, his gaze finally moving down to the part of your thighs that's not covered by the dress as his fingers brush against your skin softly.
"I know.. crazy right?" You reply awkwardly, barely louder than a whisper.
"You gonna let me touch you?"
Your eyes move down to where his fingers touch you, watching as he grabs your thigh, squeezing it softly as his thumb rubs back and forth over the smooth skin.
"Mhm. I mean.. if it wouldn't you know be bad.. or get you into trouble.." Your voice softly begins to trail off, your heart beating like crazy.
"Darlin' I think it's already too late to worry about "trouble"."
"Right.." you say, fingers playing with the edge of your dress, unsure of what else to do with them.
He flattens his hand on your thigh, palm brushing higher up your leg until his fingertips just barely slip under the hem of you dress. His palm runs down between your thighs making your legs clamp shut, trapping his hand there.
He watches as your thighs squeeze his hand, not pulling it from between them.
"Want me to stop?" He asks, looking back up at you, meeting your gaze that lingered on him. "I'll step back.. just say the word."
Feeling as if your voice would fail you if you opened your mouth, you shake your head, not wanting him to stop.
"Alright then.. just relax for me." He says, voice lowering as he leans in, breath brushing over your neck as his lips just barely touch you.
Your thighs stay closed around his hand but he doesn't try to force them apart. Instead, you heard his voice, deep and smooth near your ear again.
"Relax.." He repeats.
The sound of his voice makes your legs relax, parting just enough for him to be able to move his hand.
He smirks against your skin, planting a soft kiss to your neck after he murmurs in soft praise, "There she is..".
He lets his hand trail up higher, heat from his palm spreading at your inner thigh as he squeezes it softly. He pushed higher slowly, giving you enough time to stop him if you want.
You don't, impatiently waiting for his hand to reach where you'd be craving it since the moment he walked in.
His fingers gently brush over the cloth of your panties covering your pussy, slipping further back slowly from your clit before he brings them back forward, earning a soft sigh of pleasure from your lips.
"Still okay?" He asks, lips parting from your neck just enough for him to speak.
You nod and he slides his hand into the top of your panties, feeling you bare against his fingers, you part your legs letting his fingers slip between your folds.
"Can't hear you." He mutters, sliding his middle finger inside slowly, paying close attention to the warmth of your walls spreading down his finger.
"Mm.. yes.. I'm okay.."
"Good girl."
He pulls his finger back out, circling the now wet digits around your hole before sinking it back in, slowly adding his ring finger along with it, feeling you stretch around them.
You bring your hand up to his shoulder, gripping the t-shirt lightly; your other hand moved to the back of his hair, fingers threading through the short locks as his continuing licking and kissing your neck, tongue brushing along your skin every now and then as his slightly parted lips pressed kisses at your neck.
"Oh, now you wanna touch me?" He grins, his fingers pushing deeper inside you, curling to hit that spot before he drags them back out and up to your clit, spreading the heat from your juices around the sensitive bud just to slide them back down and inside you once again.
You moan, gasping softly as your fingers curled in his hair making him chuckle at your response.
He kisses up your neck, to your jawline and your cheek before he softly captures your parted lips with his.
He sucks your bottom lip gently, biting it before pulling back just enough to come in again, your lips pressing together in a few soft, slow kisses.
He doesn't stop the movement of his hand, the veins in his forearm becoming more prominent as his fingers pump in and out of your cunt.
Each quiet moan is captured by his lips. He lets out a soft groan of his own, loving the way you sit there in the pretty dress with your legs spread letting him finger you like this. The smell of your sweet perfume and the taste of your strawberry flavored chapstick make his head spin like crazy.
He quickens the movement of his thick fingers just to pull them out and up to the clit, spreading the warmth. He does this over and over again, pulling soft moans from your mouth each time his fingers brush past the sensitive bud before sinking back inside you.
Your lips part softly, unable to keep up with his as his fingers move. He can't help but grin, feeling your fingers tighten their grip on his shirt. He moves his lips to your cheek and back down to your neck, trialing soft kisses.
Your soft moans near his ear sound like the most beautiful melody, sending chills down his spine.
"Fuck.. you sound so pretty.."
He pulls his fingers from you slowly, standing back straight again as he brings them to his lips. Your eyes focus on his, pleasure still written all over your face as your eyes move down to his lips, watching him take the messy fingers into his mouth.
The taste of your warm juices on his fingers makes his already hardening cock twitch against the rough fabric of the jeans.
You feel your stomach tighten as you watch him, anticipation feeling the air as he slowly pulls his fingers from his lips, swallowing the taste of you.
You mouth slightly waters at the sight, his lips glistening slightly from a mixture of your cream and his own saliva.
Your hands run up his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles before they curl in the soft material of his shirt, allowing you to tug at him, silently asking him to come closer.
He takes a step toward you, standing right in front of the countertop with your legs spread to each side of his.
He looks down at you, gaze full of want as he feels your hand run upwards over his chest and to his broad shoulders as he plants his hands on your hips, fingers rubbing over the dress softly.
Your hands finally make their way up into the back of his hair, slightly scratching at his scalp as you pull his lips down to yours, kissing him softly before sucking his bottom lip, tasting yourself.
You hum at the flavor on his lips as he brings his tongue out to meet yours, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
His hands reach down to your ass, pulling you even closer to the edge of the counter, your body closer to his.
He brings his hands down to your thighs, his hands rough compared to your soft skin as his runs them up beneath your dress, hooking his fingers into your panties.
"Lift up." he says, pulling back from your lips.
You lift yourself from the counter just enough for him to pull your panties down letting you slip your feet from them.
As he holds the material he looks at them, fabric in the middle slightly darker from your arousal as he smirks, bunching them up in his hand before stuffing them in his pocket.
"Hm. You won't mind if I keep these, right?" His voice more so telling you you won't mind rather than asking.
He runs his hands back down the outside of your legs, reaching down to your ankles as he pulls your legs upward swiftly, making you fall back to your elbows on to wide island with a giggle from the unexpected, quick shift in position.
"Reiner.." you say softly, watching him take your foot in his large hand, bringing your leg up as he turns his head to the side to gently kiss at the skin just above your diamond anklet.
"Mhm?" He hums quietly, not stopping the soft kisses he continues to plant up your leg slowly, eventually reaching your calf, then your thigh.
He spreads your legs open, the fabric of the dress lifted just enough to give him a view of your wet cunt.
"Your pussy's so pretty.." He says just before leaning down, his mouth right above you.
"Can I?" He asks, breath fanning out over your cunt, making your hole clench around nothing.
"Yes.." you tell him in an airy, soft tone.
He doesn't waste another second, bringing his hands up, thumbs spreading open your lips before he drags his tongue over your pussy, flicking the tip of it over your clit slowly, making your legs jump.
He grins, twirling his tongue over your clit and sucking it gently between his soft lips before he releases with a soft pop.
"Mm.. you taste just as damn good as you look.." He mutters, warm air fanning out over your soaked cunt providing a cool sensation that's soon replaced by his eager tongue.
His hands move to the backs of your thighs, pushing you spread legs higher giving him better access to your pussy before he dips his tongue in your warm hole feeling the walls quickly clench around his tongue.
He pulls his tongue back out, dragging it flat back up to your clit, feeling your slippery folds part underneath welcoming his tongue between them as it travels back to your clit, circling it before moving back down and sinking into you once again.
You breath comes out in a soft gasp, lips parting as your legs twitch beneath the strong grasp of his rough hands.
He lets out a low hum in satisfaction as he eats you out hungrily, licking, sucking, and slurping at your pussy.
He brings one of his hands down from your thigh, sinking his middle finger into your welcoming hole once again, dragging it out to the tip just to sink his ring finger in alongside it. He pulls back just enough to watch his fingers slide in and out of your walls, juices coating the digits heavily.
He's entranced by your soaked pussy and the creamy streaks it leaves on his fingers. The lewd, wet noises your walls make each time he retracts his fingers and your soft, whimpering moans are music to his ears.
He brings his other hand up to plant it flat on top of your mound, thumb pressing into your clit, massaging slow, deep circles over it while his fingers continue to slip in and out of your pussy. He's spreading them when he pushes them deep to stretch your hot, plush walls around them, twisting his wrist to curl the tips of them up into that spot inside you as he watches cream gush out a bit with each outward drag.
"Shit.. could get addicted to this pussy.." He mutters more to himself than to you before sliding his fingers out leaving you feeling empty as he sucks them clean.
He stands back up, seeing you lying on the elegant countertop with your legs parted still, a look of need and lust in your eyes.
He leans down over you, one hand holding his broad form over you, the other slipping beneath the dress, making it's way up to your waist.
You bring your hands up, gentle touch brushing along his cheeks as you pull him down your lips. It's a soft kiss to begin with, lips coming together gently and parting repeatedly before his hold on your waist tightens, tongue slipping past your lips to feed you the taste of yourself as your own slid alongside his.
He pulls back just enough to speak, "Please let me have you.."
His deep, smooth voice brings that fluttery feeling back to your stomach as you nod softly, voice quiet, "Okay.."
He gives you one last quick kiss before standing straight, lifting you with him. His hands grip your ass, keeping your legs wrapped around him as he makes his way over to the couch, sitting you down, letting your manicured feet hit the furry white rug below softly.
"Got somethin' to put down, darlin'? Wouldn't wanna mess up your pretty lil couch." He asks looking down at you, bringing his hands down to his belt, keeping his eyes focused on you. His gaze and the realization of what was about to happen makes a sudden wave of nerves rush over you.
"It's a.. uhh.. a blanket.. I can wash it.." You say, pointing to the end of the long couch, to an ottoman filled with blankets.
He follows where you motion after unzipping his jeans, pulling a large, thick blanket from the chest before laying it out on the couch.
He stands in front of it, nodding to motion you closer to him.
When you step up to him slowly, his hands quickly come to your hips yanking you closer to him as his hands bunch up the material of the dress.
"Let's get this off.." He says lifting the fabric over your head and tossing it aside.
You stand there in just your bra as he moves, swiftly taking his own shirt off and bringing his hands back to his pants, pushing his jeans down and bringing the boxers down with them.
Your eyes can't help but move down his body, noticing the defined muscles in his arms and chest, the way his abs lead down to the deep v-lines and the blonde patch of hair trailing all the way down to the base of his fat cock that hung slightly just from the weight of it.
He watches your eyes run over his body with a bit of a cocky smirk as he takes a seat on the blanket, legs spread apart. He throws one arm across the back of the couch as his other hand comes to the base of his heavy cock, holding it at attention.
"Come ride me, pretty girl."
You make your way to his lap, straddling him before you start to sink yourself down on his cock, feeling the girthy length spreading you open wider than his fingers did.
You hands run from his chest to his shoulders as you move all the way down, his cock creating a feeling of fullness in your lower belly.
As you make your way down he lets out a deep sigh, hands running from your hips and up your back to undo your bra, freeing your breasts.
"That's a good girl.." He praises, pulling you forward, making his cock hit your spot deep pulling a gasp from your lips as he latches his mouth onto your nipple, sucking the bud gently in between swirling his tongue around it.
He wraps his strong arms around you tight, stopping you from being able to move as his cock stayed nestled deep inside you, fat, leaky tip pressing against your cervix. His mouth switched back and forth, sucking and licking at your hard nipples.
He starts to move his hips, rocking them and rubbing the sensitive head of his cock against your cervix the pressure intense but so good at the same time.
He begins to feel your pussy grow wetter at the deep stimulation, making his eyebrows furrow as he continues lapping at your tits. In between the attention he's giving you he lets out deep, airy sighs, "Fuck..ahh.."
His grip on your body loosens, allowing you to straighten up a bit as he brings his hands to your waist just beneath your ribs. He starts slowly sliding you up and down his cock, veins trailing down from his flexing biceps protruding as he moves you with ease.
His eyes move down to the wet mess you left behind at the base of his cock and all in his happy trail while he was planted deep in your pussy. The sight of it along with the warmth and your cunt steadily leaving more and more creamy streaks and rings up and down his dick.
"Shit.. makin' a fuckin' mess baby.." He moans, feeling you plant your hands on his tensed abs as you rock yourself on his cock, rolling your hips as his hands move down to your ass gripping it harshly as his head leans back against the couch, his cheeks flushed and hot, lips parted while he enjoys the feeling of you riding him.
He licks his lips, biting his bottom lip softly, quieting his moan for just a moment as his heavy hand slaps down on your ass, immediately squeezing the same spot, making you moan louder, whimpering at the stinging sensation.
"Reiner.." you moan loudly as he does it again bringing one of his hands up to wrap his hand around your throat, pressure from his fingers immediately making your moans grow silent, the only sounds in the room now being his deep groans and huffs of air and the wet, squelching of your leaking cunt around his dick.
His hand spanks your ass again, even harder this time. There's a sadistic gleam in his eyes knowing damn well it'd make you wanna cry out but the grip on your neck stops you from being able to do so.
You're body jerks forward pulling off his dick a bit just for him to snap his own back up, pushing his cock deeper again.
Your eyebrows furrow, mind feeling as if it was melting in this moment, lips parted, as saliva dripped from your bottom lip while your eyes focused on his. His gaze darkens as he lets his tongue slip past his lips to catch it before yanking you forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss, as he pushes you back slowly, a string of spit keeps you connected before he brings you back in, sucking it gently from your bottom lip.
When he finally releases your throat, your body falls against his as you let out a soft gasp for air. Your lips attach to his neck as your eyes close, feeling him fuck up into you rhythmically.
The view over your shoulder allows him to get a glimpse of your reflection in the large, arched mirror on the wall. His hand comes up to the back of your head, holding you against him as he watches his dick pump in and out of your messy cunt.
His hand spreads your cheeks apart more, white trails of cream running down his heavy balls.
"Shit." He hisses out, focusing on the sight, loving the way you move and the way the curve of your spine looks while he fucks you.
The longer he watches the quicker his breathing becomes, stomach tightening as he feels your teeth bite down into his neck, strings of sweet moaning rushing to his ears as your cunt drips and squirts against him, running down his dick, pelvis and balls to the blanket below, pussy clamping down around his cock as you cum.
The feeling of your pussy spasming around him immediately making his own orgasm follow yours, his hips slow down to jerky thrusts as your pussy milks hot ropes of cum from his shaft.
Feeling him fill up your cunt with the thick liquid makes you start to slip yourself up and down his cock slow. Your unexpected movement makes him let out a moan.
He watches his cum gush out your pussy around his dick in the mirror. He sucks in a sharp breath, his hands gripping your ass painfully hard.
"Fuck. Fuck.. baby.. shit.." He hisses, voice now coming out in overstimulated moans, watching his cum dripping down over his balls further making the blanket beneath you two messier.
You release the bite you had on his neck as you stop moving keeping his soft cock buried inside you while you both catch your breath.
When you pull back, you see the intense red, bite mark on his skin.
"Sorry.." you mutter softly.
He turns his head to look up at you, giving you a tired smile.
"It's just fine, princess."
You both sit there for a minute, the blanket an absolute mess before he stands with you still wrapped around him. He places you down on the rug gently, making sure your okay standing before you both get cleaned up, You grab the blanket throwing it in the wash on the way.
Once dressed you both make your way back to the living room and he brings his hand up to pull down a curl that's just slightly outta place.
"Suppose I should be gettin' outta here, miss.. errands to run, early work day tomorrow."
"Gonna make time to come see me again? I'll break something if I have to." You say lightheartedly with a sweet smile.
"Tell you what, just shoot me another text, maybe another "Big heavy box, help please." He says teasing you, "And I'll be on my way, no breaking necessary."
"Anytime?"
"Anytime." He reassures.
You give him a small nod swaying softly as he gives you a small nod in return, smirk on his face before he turns to the door, placing his hand on the doorknob, opening it.
"Have a good day, miss y/n."
He says, looking at you once more before pulling the door closed behind him.
♡ Thank you for reading! I hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait! ♡
