@samuelroukin this one is completely your fault so i won’t be apologizing this time and i hope you enjoy.
putting the full thing under the cut bc it’s just entirely smut. tw for non/dubcon/cnc type shit w zero negotiation, and yknow, like, threats of pregnancy. bon appetit
the warm, stagnant air in dookie’s quarters is filled with the sounds of harsh heavy breaths and the squeaking of his mattress springs as ray fucks into him from behind. it’s good, hot and sticky with sweat, and kind of just what dookie needs right now.
every time ray thrusts in, his balls slap against dookie’s clit, gradually building his pleasure and encouraging low breathy moans to escape him. the rhythmic slapping of flesh from ray’s hips meeting his ass makes for a better alternative to ray’s usual incessant yapping, and he’s just thinking about how much he’s appreciating that when, face in the pillows, dookie almost doesn’t hear the way ray mutters, “gonna fuck a baby into you.”
the words take a second to register, and dookie’s brain short circuits for a second.
“w-what?” he breathes out, once ray’s meaning clicks. “dude, no, what the fuck?” he’ll deny to his death the way his cunt squeezes around ray’s cock, contradicting his words.
ray’s hips snap harder in response, a low groan in his throat. “yeah,” he says, voice sounding a tight and hoarse. “c’mom. want me to knock you up?”
it’s not even possible, they both know it — at least, he thinks ray’s aware that he’s not exactly capable of that anymore, has to have seen it in his medical file. still, the thought makes a small wave of panic bubble up in him, and he reaches back behind him to smack blindly at ray.
“no, fucking- pull out!” he sounds desperate even to his own ears, and he’s not even entirely sure why with no real danger in the situation. it’s pure instinct.
ray hums, a noise of contemplation. “yeah, you’re right,” he says, and it’s not quite relief that dookie feels. more like an anxious trepidation, even as ray does slowly pull his cock out. something in his tone sounds far too eager for dookie to truly relax.
“it’ll be better like this,” ray says, immediately confirming his fears that he’s not done with the direction he’s taken this, and grabs dookie’s hips to flip him over onto his back, roughly manhandling him. it’s not like dookie’s weak by any means, but ray’s got a size advantage on him that aids him in forcing dookie’s thighs apart, slotting himself between them and pressing his cock right back inside. instead of resuming his thrusting though, he presses on the backs of dookie’s thighs, pushing his knees up and practically against his chest, only stopping when dookie’s hips are up off the mattress and ray’s leaning over him with his whole weight.
he’s got him in a fucking mating press.
a swoop of horrifying arousal makes his head spin at the implication of the position. he feels sick to his stomach and humiliatingly turned on by it.
“yeah, that’s better,” ray huffs, sounding entirely too self satisfied. he grinds himself in as far as he can get, hips flush with dookie’s who can’t help the reedy moan from the way it makes ray’s cock press so firmly against the nerves inside him.
ray’s not the biggest dookie’s ever taken, but he is fairly thick, and when he does begin thrusting again, the new angle makes for a veritable onslaught of stimulation, and it seems to be affecting ray just as much. his eyes are heavy lidded and mouth caught half open, spilling breathy groans from his lips.
“yeah, fuck,” ray pants above him, “gonna make sure it takes.” the vulgar way he continues to run his mouth, and the wet slapping of skin on skin remind dookie of the intention behind each of ray’s thrusts, and possible or not, dread spikes through him at the very idea.
there’s an insane part of dookie’s rattled brain that almost believes ray could could do it, and it grips him with terror. he slaps uselessly at ray’s chest and stomach, trying to push him away. but he’s got basically no leverage like this, and his muscles are tight and shaky with adrenaline, like he’s in fight or flight mode with no option for either.
“quit it jackass, g-get off of me!” he barely has the breath for there to be any real heat behind his words, and it just seems to spur ray on further.
“nah,” ray says simply, grinning down at dookie, and uses his whole weight to keep slamming into him. the bed creaks under them loudly, not meant for such treatment. “gotta pump you nice. and. full.” he emphasizes his words with deep aching thrusts, dropping his head to the crook of his neck as he continues his physical and verbal assault on dookie’s senses.
“you’re so goddamn— ” his voice breaks off for a second with a choked moan. “tight and wet. fucking begging to be bred like this.” he ends his taunt with a harsh stinging bite to the side of dookie’s throat, teeth digging in, mean in a way that’s sure to instantly bruise.
dookie’s orgasm crashes into him so humiliatingly hard and sudden that it genuinely takes him by surprise. untouched, too, solely from the rough pounding ray’s giving him. fucking embarrassing, that.
his toes curl from the overwhelming pleasure and his legs tremble almost violently in ray’s grasp, head tipped back and eyes squeezed shut tight so he doesn’t have to see the smug fucking look he knows is on ray’s face. he clamps his teeth down on his lower lip until he tastes salty copper tang, attempting to stifle the noises that try to claw their way out from his throat.
“yeah, there you go. that’s what i thought.” ray grunts, like the mouthy fucker he is, unable to keep from talking, and sounding far too pleased with the frantic way dookie’s cunt spasms around him.
“you’re a fucking asshole.” dookie’s voice shakes as the waves of his intense climax wash through him, seeming to go on and on, making him shiver with the aftershocks.
ray pushes himself up, still working his hips, and smirks down at dookie like the goddamn annoying prick he is. “i knew you’d like that.”
brain starting to clear, and finally reaching the limit of his indignation, dookie swings an arm out, the back of his hand connecting with the side of ray’s face with a thudding smack. but ray’s jaw just drops open a low groan, his eyes fluttering.
“fuck. do that again, i’m close.”
instead of indulging him like he’s tempted to for his own satisfaction, dookie scowls, his face scrunching up. he works his mouth, gathering saliva on his tongue and then spits forcefully up at ray’s face. the slick wad lands on ray’s cheek, right by his nose, and drips down to the corner of his lips. the bastard just fucking swipes his tongue out, gathering up as much of dookie’s spit as he can and swallowing it down, and that’s what seems to finally do it.
his hips stutter, then snap harshly forward three, four more times before he comes to a stop with one final heavy thrust, keeping himself buried as deep as possible with a throaty groan.
ray releases one of dookie’s thighs to place his hand on dookie’s lower abdomen, a bit below his navel, and press. “right there, yeah?”
dookie just hisses from the overstimulating pressure and glares. “you done yet?” he bites out, “or are you tryna knot me like a fucking dog or something.”
an amused hum rumbles from ray’s throat. “hm. not a bad idea,” he muses, but shifts back, gingerly pulling himself out from dookie’s still twitching and sensitive hole.
now that ray’s not bearing down on him with his full body, dookie’s able to shove him off completely, and he lands heavily on his back next to dookie on the cramped bed. for a minute or so they both just lay there, catching their breaths until ray reaches over to grab the lighter and pack of american spirits from the bedside table. he pulls one out, lights it, and doesn’t offer one to dookie even though they’re his fucking cigarettes.
“that was fucked up, morova.” dookie rolls his head to the side on his pillow and glares, only half-heartedly, at ray.
ray meets his look, smirking around the smoke. “says the guy who just creamed his brains out on my dick.”
dookie swipes the cig from his lips and brings it to his own, sucking in a long drag. “you’re disgusting.”
ray just shrugs, absolutely unashamed and still grinning as he fishes out a fresh cigarette for himself and lights it.
dookie puffs out a smoky breath, heart still hammering in his chest from the come down. “think i like you better when your fucking mouth is muffled with my cunt.”
“tell you what,” ray takes a deep pull from his new cigarette, meeting dookie’s eyes again, and then blows it out slowly. “after i finish this, i’ll eat my cum out of you to make it up to you.”
dookie ashes his cigarette over ray’s chest, considering the offer. “…deal.”
