Bones and Silicone (B.)
Synopsis: .. it's Brook smut idk what you want me to tell you Tags/Warnings: Brook/GN-AFAB!Reader, smut, fingering, overstimulation, strap-on usage Word Count: 1013 Notes: A big thanks to my partners in crime for committing to the bit with me @warriorheart13-blog @lunulatalux @fanaticsnail @wrennyx
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You weren’t sure how you’d ended up falling into bed with Brook of all people. The crew was hardly unattractive, you realistically could’ve pursued something with any one of them.. but you weren’t complaining. Far from it in fact. Because somehow.. Brook Fucks.
Brook FUCKS.
So, never did you even consider going back once you started.
You fell back onto your bunk, grinning up at Brook shamelessly as he loomed over you. The sight of him naked wearing nothing but a strap and a glittery pink dildo would never stop being hilarious. But he was just so damn good with it, you couldn’t laugh. He followed you onto the bed, crawling up after you, his bones cool against your otherwise hot skin, dragging up your side to your chest to pinch your nipples, leaving goosebumps in his wake. The moan that escaped you couldn’t have been stopped, the surprise of him touching your nipple stopped you from being able to bite down on your lip to contain the sound. There was a lot of thinks that Brook wasn’t able to do, because of his being a skeleton, but he made up for that with what he could do.
One of his hands slipped between your thighs, boned fingers ghosting over your clit on their way to your hole, circling around it idly just to make you squirm. “Yohoho, already so wet.” He remarked, finally sliding two fingers inside of you. He found your gspot with ease,pressing up against it with an accuracy that had only ever been good for you. Brook watched as you writhed and moaned, your back arching as he relentlesly worked three fingers against your gspot. One thing you’d learned very quickly about Brook was that he’d never fuck you before he’d given you an orgasm on his fingers. He took too much enjoyment in the knowledge that he could make you cum with just his fingers regularly to stop doing that.
“Are you close, my little muse?” He teased lightly, and you were sure if he had brows then they’d have been raised, “that’s it, sing for me.” When his thumb made contact with your clit, it was almost instantaneous, your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You desperately threw your arm over your mouth to muffle the scream that escaped you, ripped from your thoat without permission as your back bowed dramatically, face contorted with your obvious pleasure.
Brook wasted no time using your juices to slick up the strap he’d chosen to use, partnered with the lube he’d brought with him. The feel of the tip against your hole made you shudder. You were still so sensitive, but you knew more than well by now that it wouldn’t stop Brook because he knew how much you enjoyed the overstimulation that came with it. He pushed into you slowly, letting you feel each and every inch as it entered you, until the hot pink, sparkly tip was kissing against your cervix. While he was prone to enjoying having you bent into a deep mating press, his face pressed closer to yours so he could feel your breath against his bones, sometimes he did like to change things up.
It took little effort for him to flip you both over, letting you grip tightly onto his scapulas to hold yourself up. “Go ahead, show me how badly you want it.” He demanded, hands wrapped around your waist to hold you steady as you started to ride him, thighs working hard to shift your weight. Each drag of the strap inside you was a slice of heaven all its own, your walls still clenching and fluttering from your prior orgasm. When you faltered, it was with little effort that Brook took over again, one hand gripping your hip to help you move with him while the other tangled in your hair.
One of the best things about having Brook as your fuck buddy was undoubtedly the infinite stamina he boasted, considering he had no muscles to tire. You yelped as he flipped you over again, pressing you deep into that mating press he enjoyed so much. He was relentless as he pounded into you, bullying the thick tip of the strap into your walls. He couldn’t breathe, but if he could you knew he’d be panting into your skin, you could tell from the blush on his cheeks. You didn’t ask how that worked, you figured some things were better left as mysteries.
The steady build of your orgasm was more than familiar by now, as the slender bones of his hands trailed over your skin, pinching at your nipples. “Come on songbird, I know you can give me another one. Cum again for me.” Came his husky voice against your ear, and you were utterly powerless to do anything but fall apart for him all over again. Your stomach muscles clenched, toes curling where they hung over his shoulders, and a loud moan ripped from your chest. You watched the way Brook’s eye sockets curved, denoting smugness as he looked down at you, pleased with his ability to wring pleasure from your body.
Brooke let your legs down, undoing the straps around his pelvis to toss it aside, then lay beside you. He wasn’t warm, he never was, but after such a workout you were grateful for that. He hauled the blanket up over the both of you, the stains minimum due to his own lack of fluids, and pulled you in close to his chest. More than once the others had questioned how you could enjoy curling up like that with Brook, but you’d never had any issues with it, in fact you found it oddly comforting.
“You did so well for me, songbird.” He said against your hair, one hand rubbing over your side as you calmed down. You hummed, words still far beyond you after such a thorough fucking. He released a soft ‘yohohoho’ at your lack of words, pressing his forehead to your cheek, his version of a kiss you’d come to learn.
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