⧼ . ⁺ 🍒៹ your boyfriend decides to help you out with some size training, but you're clenching on just two fingers sooo much ⧽
"Oh come on baby, didn't you say you were ready?"
Yeah, you did. When he wasn't buried knuckles deep and stretching you thin on only two fingers.
"I— I-I can— I just. . . oh."
A wet squelch thickened the heavy air of his living room. Splatters stained further into his black leather couches. Sure to be his favourite spot when all of this was over. For now? His favourite spot was that darling bundle that sent you grinding into his large hand all pitifully.
Alessio husked a laugh on your ear. Something low, mocking, a taunt— because it was you that begged for him. You that trotted in with that too-short-for-comfort skirt. You that plopped onto his lap, ground on him, begged for him.
And now you were crumbling? Over what? Two fingers?
"Just what?" He angled his wrist and crooked his fingers. Shifting his thrusts into cruel come-hithers that arched your spine into a sinful curve. Your needy moans stirred the throbbing on your ass.
He groaned on you ears. Grinding up into your back and subsequently rolling you into his back to thrusting— or should you say pistoning hand.
Your arousal dripped. Thick and wet and creamy down his wrist. Coating his silver and black bracelets, making them glint in the dark apartment lit by the wide balcony doors doused in the city lights.
And Alessio? He just kept going. Scissoring, snapping grinding up into that devastating spot until your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your saliva strung. Pleasure burst again, hot and white as you babbled. Pleas, begs, needs for more— everything except for stop.
"Fuck baby," he groaned into your hair, rotating his wrist again and fucking his fingers rapidly. Accentuating your sweet, squelching pussy through the darkness.
"S'fucking tight. Like you were meant for me. Just 'round two fingers?"
He laughed, rough, reverent as he smooched a wet kiss to your temple and wrangled you with his other muscled arm. Squishing your squirming form into him as he finger-pounded you through another shattering orgasm.
"Sooo big isn't it, amor?"
"M-Mhhm! Yes 'essio, s'big. So sooo big."
He chuckled, as dark and deep as his cruelly grinding fingers.
"Mm. If you can't even take two fucking fingers how're you gonna take my dick? You gonna cry like this?"
His thumb flicked up. You cried and bucked helplessly. Chasing the pleasure that assaulted every nerve. "Huh baby? You gonna cry like this while you squeeze on my dick?"
The arm around you slid higher, clamped on your shoulder and snatching your face between his blunt, dark nails. He snapped your head to him, hot, filthy tongue pressed to your cheek and licking the stream of tears. His fingers sped. Impossibly so.
"Answer me damnit."
"U-Uhuh— fuck— yes Alessio—"
And then you broke— crumbled. A mess of shaky limbs and boneless bliss. Head thrown back on his shoulder as you clawed onto him for dear life. Your pussy spasmed, tensed, then squirted in a searing stream of heat and and intensity.
You went soundless. A silent scream as you collapsed back into him. Shaky and shattered as his fingers continued their merciless mayhem.
All he did was laugh at you. Laugh and smooch your face with a crooned.
"Fuuuckk a squirter huh? Definitely need you on my dick now."
(bottom male reader) Alessio 781 catching you playing some 18+ dating sims.
well, you just... thought the games were entertaining, and the guys in them were really cute and hot, why wouldn't you want to date them?? thinking about how they'd touch you, how you'd react...the voice acting and sound effects had you locked in.
innocent little you thought you had locked the door, but it was quite obvious you hadn't, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. you hadn't exactly explained your hobby to him, and unfortunately for you, your monitor just so happened to have one of those NSFW cg's filling up the entire screen <333 there was no explaining away about what you've been doing, your face was undoubtedly red and hot, how embarrassing to be caught like this.
𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪ who's that ?⠀﹕a charming, smug inhuman mercenary, with a provocative sense of humor and a few punches
ּ ֗ recepit ℘ ... your boyfriend catches you in the middle of a smutty cg playing out on screen, and so he thinks to himself, why not help you out a little? ⊹ cw ٬٬ 18+ games . rough sex . overstim .
Why be embarrassed of the cg? It's perfect reference!
The perfect reference for how you like to take dick. How you want to be cradled under your thighs with rough hands squeezed to the fat. How you like your ass to ripple with pounding thrusts. Seems it even provides the kind of dick you're into. Hard, girthy, and stretching you out to the point of tears and drool.
"Just like this baby? Yeah? Doin' it better for you?"
His rough voice matches the wood the top of your ass just barely presses to. Your desk thumps with each powerful thrusts. His snap ferally together with his swollen balls. They slap wet symphonies through your bedroom as he fills you up for a second time that night.
Another thing he deduces when he tilts his head to glance at the screen. A wide grin over his heated face. "That's it. Think we're replicating it pretty well, don't you?" Your legs hug around his waist just like the cg, your arms hook loosely over his broad shoulders. Hell, even your expression matches the mc. Brows knit at the centre, face lax, drool leaks out your lips hung in an 'o'.
Those voice lines have nothing on the way your boyfriend whispers so filthily into your ear. "If you wanted a good fuckin' could have just asked y'know," his heated chuckle punctuates with another punishing thrust. One hand leaves your thigh to wrap round your pulsating dick again. You cry, toss your head back and weakly buck into the palm that squeezes over your throbbing head.
"E-Essio-! Fuck - 'm sorry -" he slams into your sweetspot. Creams it a third time. "Sorry - sorry sorry oh god, soo good."
He grins into his neck at your slurs. Slams his hips to flush against your ass and roughly hump. Poor you, all you can manage is to grip his hair and give a loud whine to put any pornstar to shame. "Why're you sorry baby? Don't have to apologise for wanting dick so bad." The click of his tongue drips condensation. He mocks you even while he's fucking your poor, abused bundle of nerves shallowly. So uncaring of how your dick tenses. How you whimper and weakly buck in overstimulation.
"Can't help it. My slutty little boy just thinks 'bout sex 24/7 yeah? That's why I'm treating him."
You gasp and complain in blubbers when he pulls out with a sharp pop! He grins at the mess between your trembled legs and cocks his head. Bastard. "Ssshh baby, fuck, greedy thing aren't ya?"
Your chest meets the desk with a shove. Ass in the air with a quick swat to the back. You almost complain — but words fall dead on your tongue. You don't know what to focus on, the sudden plough of his cock or his large body weighing you down into the desk.
Another slew of drool. You squeal as he hooks a strong arm around your throat and starts mercilessly humping against the back of your bruised thighs. Heaved pants and ragged breath to your ear as he melts your body into putty. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Might as well get used to it. Used to the delicious stretch of his cock. To the repetitive ram of his tip into your sweetspot.
"I should be sorry," his deep groan twitsts your gut in heat. "Sorry for leaving my poor lil' whore to resort to a fuckin' game." Another squeeze to your dick. Another slap of your ass. What more can you do but bury your face into your arms and take all that he gives you? He feels way better than a 2D man on a screen anyway.
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. . . verse 9819 alessio x male reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ outlaw ˖ serial killer ˖ inhuman illusionist ﹚
the infamous aristrocrat serial killer has your family on his hit list. but it would seem that you are different. will you take his hand and run with him? so that he may love you darkly, slowly.
﹙ cws ﹚: dark romance ˖ explicit content at end ˖ mentions of parental abuse ( towards reader ) ˖ violence ˖ death ˖ penetrative sex ˖ hand job ˖ rough sex ˖ multiple orgasms ˖ alessio uses clones of himself in sex | wc : 0.7k
﹙ receipts ﹚: a dark little piece for our favourite outlaw <3
Usually, the infamous ace of spades’ knives are always willing and ready to sink into the vulnerable flesh of his next political victims. You were no different, until you were. A precious dove to fly into his life, that he had thought a hawk at first sight, judging by the image of your family across the city.
The youngest son of a famous aristocrat. Whom Alessio had pursued with intent of seduction before death. Yet your heart was made of something more beautiful than gold. Nothing like your father’s. Each smile that graced your lips was a blessing to him, he’d been ashamed of targeting you.
One may wonder why he went for you first and not the man that brought you into this world. Well, the very reason for that is that your entire family were on his list of undertaking, and he decided to go one by one, random pick. And you so happened to be the one the wheel landed on.
Your name was quickly wiped from it, with the blood of your mother splattering the paper. The note he left on her desk wrote:
“Farewell, to the two-faced wench, who advocated hiking medicare prices.” The pencil scratched across her signature, then got stamped with the ace of spades in Alessio’s quick escape.
He’d taken you with him that night. Held your hand tight in his as you ran away from the burning estate. Perhaps it was the unhealthy amount of childhood discipline and reprimanding you had earned as you grew up. You did not really care for the deaths of your family. Your father beat you bloodied and bruised, and your mother tormented you at any possible moment she could.
Your siblings were none the better than them, growing into their toxic behaviour and mannerisms. You refused to let your soul sour the way theirs had. It wasn’t hard to tell right or wrong. It wasn’t hard to really understand what the man you were running away with was doing.
It was no secret, you should have been long gone by now. And you were announced so by the public after the burning of the cold place you called home. With no trace of the family found below the rubble.
Instead, you now occupied yourself with the people of the lower city, aiding the poor and funding your saviour’s organisation with all of the money you had inherited. How they got a hold of it, you weren’t so sure. You didn’t bother questioning.
You found yourself falling for the man that was your executioner turned saviour. A part of you questioned your own morality.
But what was morality when compared to his kisses? What was the meaning or black and white when his hands fixed to your waist and held you so tight against him? Right and wrong be damned. It felt all the same in his arms.
By night, you often found yourself in Alessio’s bed. The air getting knocked out of you when he fucked you from behind. His hand squeezing away at the base of your dick to pump ferally at it. His dick pounding your pretty ass open and eager for him.
“That’s it—” You gasp out in unison to the grunt in your ear, hole and walls fluttering around him. While his arms cage you against the dark bedsheets.
The sight of your bodies intermingled, dimly lit, with a sheen layer of sweat covering your skin, flutters your tumm, as a hand reaches down to direct your face upwards. Helping you watch what he’s doing to you.
“This pretty ass ‘s all mine— All fucking mine-” Rough hands split your legs apart and images of him begin to appear all around you, to touch you, praise you, kiss you.
His powers are incredible in bed. Your head gets loopy by the feel of one of his clones sucking down hard at your throbbing tip. You barely get to process that he yanks yet another orgasm out of you. Cum squirts out on his hand which he brings up to lick away at.
“My pretty little dove,” he groans from above you. Swarming your blissed out face with rough hands to cup your cheeks. His movements hardly halt. Long, hard strokes shake your trembling body.
This. This feels right. Him inside. Him on top of you. All over you. To hell with wrong. You’d take the grey if it meant his warm hands. His intoxicating lips.
“Please.” You quiver.
Alessio can all but grin. His pretty little aristocrat. Now all his.
“Say it again baby,” he hums. “Beg. It suits you far better.”
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Bottom male reader perhaps meeting Alessio at a club or party and being smitten with him and decides to have a one night stand with him
Also is it ok if I am 🖍️anon? (Pronounced like craynon)
˖⁺. “ pretty party boy ! ” :
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. . . verse 781 alessio x male reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ punkgoth ˖ mercenary ˖ immortal inhuman ﹚
you found the flirtatious hunk at the club rather cute - and it seems like the both of you can't keep your hands off of each other. might as well head over and get into his pants, right?
﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ one night stand ˖ penetrative sex ˖ fingering ˖ size difference ˖ degradation ˖ rough sex ˖ spit ˖ creampie ˖ alcohol consumption ˖ club scenes | wc : 1.6k
﹙ receipts ﹚: oh I had wayyy too much fun with this and yes ! welcome 🖍️<3
Parties seemed to be his scene. Even moreso when he's got a pretty lil' thing like you grinding up on him on the dance floor. He barely knew your name but he sure as hell knew the taste of your lips. Fuck. You were fun to kiss.
He found that out especially so when you stumbled with him through the hazes of booze and bright lights. His hands were all over you from the crowd to the bar. He bought you a drink, then two. Let you pipe on about how you're so happy you can unwind after exam week. He finds out you're a student at his uni. Well ain't that convenient?
"Mechanical huh?"
"Yup! First year."
"Well if you need a tutor," his lips smile into the rim of his glass. Glossy emerald eyes flicker over in time for you giggle. Your hand shoves at his arm. Electric. Your touch, your eyes. Everything about you.
So eager too. You just slipped off of his lap after another steamy makeout. Did you even remember his name? "You offerrin' me something, 'essio?" Seems you do. He quite likes it on your tongue.
His hand falls back to your thigh, just as greedy. A calloused thumb strokes along the fabric of your pants. If he could he'd dig in here and now. You'd love the feel of his silver rings clamped round your thighs as he split your pretty little hole open. "Maybe I am. It working?"
What a charmer. His words couple with a grin and a wink. Dangerous. That's the only way to describe. But like most forbidden things, the man donned in silver and black drips with allure.
You are no saint. Indulge, why don't you?
What else were you to do? Pass up on a guy who's so evidently packing something in his ripped black jeans? No way in hell. You snatched him up the second you could. A second make-out, then a third. All the way back to your apartment.
The door shut and the next second he shows you his strength. Wraps large hands round your thighs and hoists you up. Shoves you back into the wall just as his tongue does your mouth. Chills wash over you as a silver piercing graces your pink muscle so graciously. How friendly.
Alessio's far from a patient man. He'll tongue kiss you breathless all while stripping haphazardly at your clothes. Chuckle when you whine and buck at the hand that had just been pre-occupying itself with your pleasure. Another cute thing — your dick in his palm. Especially how it squirts and twitches all over.
"Pobrecito," his tongue clicks beside your ear. His hand returns to your hard cock and squeezes at the head once - twice - as he drops you down into your sheets. Handling you and your furniture as if he owned the damn place. "Too greedy for a man you just met? Or are ya just that pent up?"
The jerky motion of his palm is cruel. You hiccup and he makes sure to kiss on your adam's apple while you grind into the calloused feel. "Please," you quiver. "Please - please please."
Warmth withdraws, you nearly whine and reach for his hair to cling. "Oh baby I haven't even stretched you out yet." Spit streaks your hole, he's got good aim. You can't really appreciate it as his words run rampant through your mind.
Stretch you out? "I can take it - jus' need some lube. I'm not a virgin." So proudly you say it and yet - the shadow of emerald peering down at you renders you nearly timid. He chuckles, deep and dark as his thumb flicks across your tip.
"Aww that's cute."
His free hand circles fingers at your rim. The centre of his brows crease and knit upwards as he croons while you throb around his slowly inching fingers. "That so? Please." Another snicker. Cocky bastard. But maybe he's right, with the way two fingers stuff you up you're suddenly reconsidering what he might be hiding down there.
He'll stretch you out on his fingers more than once. It's slow for the first round. You wonder if that's what he prefers — but the second has you jerking, crying as he fucks his fingers in till the knuckle. So effortless too. Like he's done this multiple times before.
Seems like it. The way he croons and cooes at you tells you he's said these words before. The way he so expertly know where to curl his criminally long and thick fingers only motivates the fact. He'd get you off twice like that. Lean down and kiss your sticky tip so messily before he finally backs off.
What the fuck. Oh that's more than you could have ever imagined. His fat cockhead slaps back into him. Tall and proud with throbs at his tip to match. And that vein that pulses on the underside? You lick your lips to restrain the urge to swoop down and suckle on it. Not that he'd give you a chance with the snatch to your thighs that yanks you to the end of the bed, his cock rests atop your thigh. Fuck — it's heavy too.
He asks if you're ready. What a gentleman. As if he wasn't making you cream on his fingers just a second ago. Caresses your sides and positions. He even made sure to jerk you off a bit while he pushed in. Maybe he's addicted to your pleasure.
Pop! The tip alone has you straining. You squeeze out lube he drizzled all over combined with his saliva. What's Alessio doing? Grinning. As he splits you open on his cock and grips your waist when you try to squirm. Yanks you back down on his dick so that your ass is spread wide as he jams between your legs.
"This the same cock you said you could take hermoso?"
Skin slaps wet and rapid. Plap plap plap! His balls smack against your ass. Strong hands yank you down on every plough of his cock. You're drooling. Loopy. Head limped into the sheets and hands barely gripping anymore.
A mess of your cum stains your thighs and splatters your tummy. Runs down your poor abused ass to mix with Alessio's seed. He's pumped you full who-knows how many times.
And he's still going.
Your dick squirts more when he grabs it with his free hand that's not got your thigh hunched over his muscled shoulder in a tight slot. "Answer me pretty boy." Even his hiss drips with sex appeal.
You try to nod. Try to speak. How can you when he starts bullying a gummy spot so deep inside. Knocking so roughly. Sloshing up your heat with sprays of more cum. How isn't he stopping?
"C-Can - can take it - can take - hngh - 'e-essiiioooooo I can't takkeee iiitttt."
With a shaky hand you pathetically clamp on his bicep. You want him close. And he's so gracious for a man you just met. He drops his weight and squishes you in half. Pours kisses down your neck as he slams all the way. Throbs a few times. Then shallowly fucks you through another orgasm.
You search for his lips. Messy. Just like the kiss he wretches your jaw into. Oh how he suffocates you. How he pumps you full and has your smaller body creaming all over him.
"Tha's what I thought. Yeah. Fucking whore thought he could take me first try huh?" He keeps a grip tight around your jaw when he parts from your lips. Saliva is the only connecting. Strings of slick just like down below where your tight ass spurts messes of cum again and again.
"Right baby? You can take it. Not a virgin after all - fuckk - so take it!"
Another slam. Your body jerks on the bed. You tear nails down his back and sniffle out a sob as you spray his toned abdomen again. The knot in your tummy is tight. Legs tremble on his shoulders. "Please - pleasepleasee-ease-easseeee"
How pathetic. All Alessio can do is chuckle along the crook of your neck as he paints hickies in return of your cum that decorates him.
He thought you were cute at the party alone. But you're fucking adorable when you struggle to take his cock.
Despite the roughness he'll pepper soft kisses all over your face once it's over. Hoist you up into his big arms and carry you to the bathroom. How the hell isn't he spent? You can barely see straight!
You'd be in and out of consciousness but he'll make sure to clean you up. Get you nice and comfortable in your bed before slotting in beside you.
You're surprised to see he's still there in the morning. In your kitchen - making you food? "An apology for wrecking your ass." He jokes. You could get used to this. . . but it's just a one night stand, right? You're reminded of that once he's out the door.
Well. Until later that night when your phone pings. When did you give him your number??
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jealous fucking your boyfriend for a little while since he wants to be a brat and remind you what you missed out on last night, cw: overstim, creampie, so much cum, jealous fucking, rough sex, penatrative sex
"I managed to get few orgasms outta Rishen last night you know?" He chuckles, left eyebrow cocked up in that way that makes your dick twitch in agitation.
You had work last night, which meant that the time you, Rishen & Alessio could have spent together, was wasted and left the two together without you. It doesn't usually bother you too much, since what matters is their happiness.
But whenever your dearest boyfriend wants to rub salt in your wounds and try to see how far he can go with pulling your jealousy out, it's hard not to react eventually. . .
"Not so cocky anymore huh?" You grunt into the mercenary's ear, hips ferally fucking forward into his sensitvie and abused hole. Ass squeezing at your shaft so tight you may cum quicker than you had planned.
No matter that, he's your cumdump after all. Streaks of cum are already shooting out of his own throbbing dick at the pace you're going at, messing up the carpet below the table of his apartment.
Black polished nails scrape across the wooden surface of the dinner table, while you mess up his beautiful black hair. Shoving his face down against it to silence the absolute dumbassery that his mouth spouts as though he was a comedian up on stage.
"You can't talk huh?" You laugh in his ear. Eyes rolling back at the magic sounds of his loud, drawn-out moans and whimpers. The amount of cum you make him spurt concerns him sometimes. Your balls tapping against his ass and the feel of your hard cock shoving itself into his hole over and over just feels so good.
You're sure this is why he loves to make you jealous, because he gets to have a bit of his own medicine.
. . . verse 9819 alessio x fem reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ illusionist ˖ inhuman ˖ outlaw character ﹚
being married to the infamous outlaw shouldn't be so tender. you might just be the one who's more obssessed. that much is apparent with how your body yearns for him whenever he's out running from the law.
﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ fingering ˖ penetrative sex ˖ riding ˖ edging ˖ creampie ˖ reader is so so needy | wc : 1.1k
﹙ receipts ﹚: went a bit too wild with this but I have absolutely no idea what we put into this man gchj
Marriage to a criminal shouldn't be so sweet. Much less a serial killer. Blood stain his hands, and yet they touch you so gently. Carefully. Reverent.
Well, unless it has anything to do with your pretty pussy of course. Your newly wedded husband was many things. He could worship you on his tongue that told many lies. He could kiss your soft thighs and grind on your trembled slit until you begged for him to push in. Stuff you full. Beg him to be anything but tender.
The second his fingers are anywhere near your wet heat? He's shoving them knuckles deep. Hooking and stroking on that one, darling spot in an agonising come-hither motion. All to gently scold you for squirting all over his watch.
"Tesoro mio. . ." He croons right above you. Dark strands tickling your face. Alessio had just walked in and you were all over him. A simple kiss at the door turned to clothes scattered and bodies stumbling. Until you found your back against your bed. Squirming. Whining. Crying for him.
Aren't you a needy one? He supposes he can't blame you. As the leader of Ace and the serial killer Magician, he rarely had time on his hands. Rarely had you in them.
Greedy. You're greedy for anything you can get. And when you knew he'd come home early tonight? Your panties were already soaked with memories of him. Oh how you missed him. His lips. His hands. His cock parting your walls and reminding you one of the many reasons you said yes in the first place.
"Essio," you'd whine. Squirm off of his endlessly pumping fingers. "Don't - don't want your hand. Want you. Want you. Please." Your hands fumble with his belt. You couldn't bare to spend another second without him. You're burning. And it's all for him.
All your cruel husband can do is cup your cheek with his slick fingers. Smile and croon at your needy display. "Oh baby. That needy?" His deep chuckle muffles into kisses down your neck and the valley of your breasts. So graciously, he helps your fumbling hands out.
"Well." He parts. There's another reason you married him. That charming grin. He drags your hips and falls back into the bed. A simple pat on your thigh and a hummed: "Hop on, then."
Either your desperation worked in your favour, or was your greatest downfall. His huge cock has always been such a struggle to take it. And when you're riding him? It proves such all the more. Your stuttered hips and needy grinds couldn't compare to the delicious feel of his rhythmic thrusts.
But Alessio seems playful tonight. Playful with your pleasure, with your orgasm. The dark swim in his emerald eyes says it all. He watches your pathetic little movements and waits until you're spluttering for him. Begging.
"Aww, what's the matter? My sweet wife can't match her needy little pussy?"
He's nice enough to rub little circles on your clit and pepper kisses all over your tits. Every now and then he gives a little thrust that has you weeping in your desperation. Hoping. Praying that he'll start fucking you just the way you crave.
"A-Al - essio - please."
"Please, sweetheart? But you were so eager. . ."
At last your back meets the sheets again. His form towers over you as large hands manoeuvre your thighs back. So that your knees kiss your chest and he can perfectly see his cock now bullying your pretty little hole.
"Is this what you've needed? Yeah? Thought about this all day?" Alessio angles his thrusts. Fucks up into all the spots that send your nails deep into the sheets and your eyes rolling back. Poor you. You can only nod and hiccup. Tears trickle down your face as he finally gives you what you want.
All but one thing —
"Wanna. . . w-wanna cum - Alessio -"
"Yeah baby? You gotta beg then. This pretty pussy's outdoing you."
He focuses on the splash of your cunt. Every squelch. Every lewd slap as he purposefully begins missing all your favourite spots. Filling you just the way you like, but driving frustration through you to distract you from your mission to tumble over your orgasm.
More tears cloud your eyes. You whimper. Gasp. Try to cling around his strong shoulders as he swoops down to mold his lips with yours. "Please - p-please. I need it - I - "
Your hips buck pathetically up into his. Sobs vibrate his lips as he locks his large body over you. Pushing you into your all-favourite mating press. Slams and slaps of skin against skin. Jerks of the bed. Knocks of the headboard. You're delirous. Desperate.
"Please! Please 'essio - pleasepleaseplease."
Another chuckle eventually leaves his slew of groans and rough moans. That deep voice you adore finds your ear. Just as a thumb nestles on your clit once more. The stars align. He starts fucking those spongy nerves all over again.
"Well," he laughs breathlessly. "Mrs Agresta can do whatever she wants. Cream my cock, sweetheart." As if he didn't just make your beg for it.
It's all you needed. Your cunt flutters and tightens. Squelches almost as loud as your pitiful little cries as you drag your nails down his back and gasp so sweetly into his lips.
"Alessio —" it all crashes. A stream of wetness squirts all over his cock. All over the sheets. You hiccup for air. Sing out his name. "Alessio - A-Alessio - ohgodyes - yes yes -"
He's always so concerned with your pleasure. He's committed all your needs to memory. It's why he fucks you hard through your mind-shattering orgasm. Why he gives you room to breathe and instead bites down on your ear. His own fucked-out voice fans your lobe.
"That's it - that's my girl. That's my sweet little wife."
He grunts. Slams his hips forward once more time. Knocks your cervix in a violent kiss and bursts ropes of his white, hot cum. Emptying himself in your warm, welcoming walls. All as his lips pepper all over your face. As he gasps for air yet still splutters out his love for you.
"There you go. . . There you go baby." He whispers. Slowing to a stop and allowing you to hug around him. You sniffle. Whine. Cling onto him for dear life. "Needed that huh? Feeling better?"
You can only nod. Bury your face into his neck and sniffle.
"You're not done, right?"
He laughs. Pulls back and cups your pretty face.
"And leave my pretty wife unsatisfied? Never."
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Hello, hello! I'm here to order a tiramisu please! [male reader]
In honor of valentines day, I'm thinking of reader trying on a bunch of different lip glosses and testing them out on Alessio, as the all "strong" and "intimidating" enigma is getting his ass pounded..💘
Just imagining reader rolling his eyes and getting all annoyed as Alessio is barely able to mutter out a response
˖⁺. ﹙ immortal mercenary inhuman bf x top male reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁
You decide to try out some of the lip glosses you've been wanting to test on Alessio. But there's a catch to it, of course, cw: rough fucking, degredation, anal, cum squirting
"Think I quite like this shade. Or do you think 07 suits me better?"
"Mmph - mnghh - "
The only response to your question comes in splutters. Followed by rasped whines as you start smacking your hips harder. Chasing the ripples in his ass that you batter against so mercilessly. Dick parting his tight walls and leaving his muscled thighs spread wide to each tempered thrust.
Your fingers delve deep into dark strands as a response, tugging hard as you yank his head and arch him further. So that his ass squishes into your cock that snaps faster as a result. "I believe I asked you a question, baby." You abandon the red shade to instead tweak his pierced nipple. Pinch hard and curve his body into even more of an arch. All the better for your pounding thrusts.
"Or am I dealing with a stupid slut? What, a bit of dick and suddenly you can't speak?" Your cockhead grinds intentionally into that one, devastating spot. Eyes cast an accusatory look to his dick that twitches and spurts all over again.
His pathetic noises do little do quell your annoyance. Or your sadistic amusement as you snap a hand down to rub your cruel thumb on his throbbed tip.
"Am I? Am I dealing with a stupid slut who can only think of dick?"
"I - dios - por favor - n-no mas no mas -"
You can all but croon as you rub another slick spurt from his pulsating tip. Your thumb trails to the piercing. The pressure applied sends Alessio's brows higher. Sends emerald eyes into the back of his head as he bucks helplessly.
"Pl-ease-!"
You hunch over him. Smack against his ass harder and grin with coloured lips as his strangled sob. To see such a confident, cocky man on his back and arching for you. Squeezing round your dick and barely able to process words. . . what an achievement for you indeed.
Lipstick stains litter his collarbone and shoulders. All over his chest to match with deep hickies you left earlier. His gaze attempts to follow, only to roll back as you slam forward and start fucking him shallow. Spurting your hot ropes of cum into his clenching ass.
"Fuck you're pathetic," you hover over his lips. Smear the lipstick on his parted more and reach to suck on his pierced tongue, before you pull back and pout. "Can't even help your boyfriend out with makeup? Even though he's filling this cute ass of yours just the way you like? Yeah?"
He barely responds as your hands slip to shove his thighs back. Push him into even more of a vulnerable position as you drive you cock deeper. Hit the target that sends him sobbing.
"Really baby? Don't you love me?"
"I-I do! I do I dooo dios - te amo - te -" your poor boyfriend. All he can do is cream all over again. Cling to the sheets and throws his head back. "Wanna help - wanna - hic - help - 'm sorry."
