Well, THANK YOU, because for now I'm sitting here getting ready for work, just giggling and thinking about all the possible turns of events during that day (or night?) of the mould-casting…
Well it turns out when you said "wasn’t that just so fun" (x), you were being sarcastic. Because as you might expect from Higgs, actually casting the mould was a test of your patience.
And also as you might expect — it took more than one attempt.
You're welcome x
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"Higgs. Listen to me. Do not. Come. In. The. Alginate."
smut ✧ Beach Higgs ✧ gn!reader ✧ established relationship ✧ Higgs has no self-control
warnings: sexual content ✧ swearing ✧ masturbation ✧ no self-control ✧ Higgs acting like a horny, touch-starved teenage boy
During the time that Higgs was trapped on the Beach, he’d made sure his mech was capable of offering anything that you might need from him. Actually he’d made sure there were a variety of uh, anythings, available for you to choose from. However, while you appreciated the effort, none of them compared to the intimacy that came from the feeling of his real one. So upon discovering a substance called alginate, you had an idea.
“So, if I place the bucket like this —” Knowing that it would be better for the alginate to stay level, you placed the bucked flat on the sand. “You can kneel over it on your hands and knees while it sets.”
“Sounds — fuck — sounds good. Well, ‘cept for the fact I’m basically edgin’ myself so I can — shit — stick my cock in a bucket of goo.” Higgs continued to work himself furiously to bring himself to peak stiffness so that he could make the perfect mould for you. “Doesn’t really seem fair does it?”
You scoffed as you looked at him doubtfully. “You telling me you’re not getting off on the idea of me wanting to be able to feel your real cock inside me whenever I want?”
“I mean —” Higgs shrugged his shoulders, unable to come up with a way of denying that and making it sound believable.
“Exactly.”
Moving to his hands and knees, Higgs knelt over the bucket as he gave himself final stroke before angling his hips down to lower his cock into the alginate.
So far so good. Now all he has to do is stay still for a few minutes while it hardens, then you can let the mould fully cure, then fill it with silicone.
A good plan in theory.
However, this is Higgs we’re talking about.
The second Higgs felt that thick warm substance surround his cock — he proceeded to lose his goddamn mind.
“Oh — oh fuck — oh fuckin’ hell —”
Higgs began slowly thrusting his hips, his cock sliding in and out of the soft warm alginate as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
You growled in frustration. “Stop moving, you have to hold still while it sets.”
“I — I —”
No words made their way through his lips. His brain was no longer capable of having thoughts. Because you see, thoughts were no longer necessary for Higgs. All that was necessary, was the need to drive his cock into a bucket of thick warm goo.
“Higgs stop fucking it, you have to stay still.”
“I — I can’t stop baby. Fuck — it feels — mmmh — feels too fuckin’ good.”
It was a miracle he even managed to get any words out, his breath already starting to come short and fast, matching the increasing velocity of his thrusts.
The sound of Higgs’ cock sliding in and out of the pudding-consistency alginate was the most obscene noise you’d ever heard. His hips increased their speed, leaving you to simply watch in frustration and amusement as Higgs continued to lose his grip on reality, his body now just chasing the pleasure — pleasure he was obtaining from what basically amounted to driving his cock into a bucket of goo.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously baby. This feels — uughhh— feels so fuckin’ amazing.”
It really was a sight to behold. Higgs kneeling on the sand, his hips driving his cock into a bucket beneath him, chasing the pleasure like a touch-starved horny teenager. You rolled your eyes as Higgs’ breaths began coming out as moans.
“Well it’s not gonna work now, so you might as well stop and we’ll try to re-melt it.”
He didn’t. Actually if anything, his hips increased their speed. His whole body was shaking now, sweat dripping from his forehead as he craned his neck, his chin to his chest so he could watch his cock pistoning in and out of the bucket. You hoped he got a headache from all the blood rushing to his head — if there was any blood left that wasn’t rushing to his other head that is.
“Higgs stop.”
“I can’t I — I’m gonna —”
“No you’re fucking not. Don’t you dare come, cause then we won’t be able to reuse the alginate.”
You jumped to your feet and waltzed over towards him before kneeling in the sand.
“Higgs.” When he didn’t respond, you roughly grabbed his jaw and forced his head up so he had no choice to meet your gaze. “Higgs. Listen to me. Do not. Come. In. The. Alginate.”
God, the squelching sounds only got worse as the alginate started to harden. Chunks of solidified alginate clung to Higgs’ cock as he continued to chase his release.
“I’m can’t — I’m gonna — oh fuck —”
Higgs whined as you dug your fingers into the soft part under his jaw, your gaze piercing and tone threatening.
“No you’re not going to come. Seriously Higgs, pull out.”
Sweat was now adhering his long flowing hair to the sides of his face, his golden tattoos shimmering as he showed no signs of stopping.
“Higgs seriously, don’t —”
“— ah ahhh — fuck —”
Well, great.
You released Higgs’ jaw and he immediately lifted it, moaning deeply as he threw his head back as far as this hands-and-knees position allowed. You sighed deeply in frustration as Higgs clearly came, back arched, hips stuttering and thrust down into the alginate.
You shot him the most judgmental look you could muster as he continued to convulse, eyes shut tight as his hips slowly stopped spasming. You said nothing, judging silently but obviously as Higgs caught his breath.
When Higgs finally turned to you, he smirked sheepishly, knowing full well that you knew he’d just done exactly what you told him not to do.
“Uhhh, so I’m afraid I have some unfortunate news.”
Suffice to say, he was heavily restrained for the second attempt.
♡
authors note: clone-a-willy is a real product btw. I just wish there was a way of using it on a fictional character ;)
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So when Sirius gets back, he’s greeted to a flat with suspiciously remus shaped wangs suction cupped to the walls, the floor, the table, the fridge, and one on the ceiling. There’s seventeen (17) total.
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