Omfg this took so long to write don't fucking talk to me there is mold actively growing on my brain.
Also I love acting nonchalant and mysterious on the internet when in reality I'm that one stupid picture of SpongeBob in a tuxedo. Speaking of irl I literally write fanfic in trad goth makeup all the time but literally none of you know that and it's kinda saddduhh
anyways eat up freaks
"No ShutDown Button."
Mac: AMAB/Only penis mentioned Reader: AFAB/chest and vag mentioned
Notes: slight somnophilia (consensual), marathon sex (like 12 orgasms oops), blowjob, boobjob, 69ing, missionary, macshots, nipple play, lots o lube, shower sex, carpet munching, cum ingestion, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, cock milking, sloppy makeouts, sloppy + rough sex, cockwarming, sleep cockwarming, slight breeding kink mention???, slight strength kink mention???
5,883 words, 5,307 of them being pure smut is insane
NSFW below the cut!
Well, the day you both were waiting for has finally came and passed you both by; you and Mac were officially married! It was a celebration of undying love and a commitment to keep each other company no matter the circumstances. There was nothing but laughter, music, dancing, and women who have long since discarded their heels at their tables–it was an amazing day for everyone who could attend! Of course, no one had a better time than you and your now spouse; the two of you were nothing but smiles and completely inseparable the entire night. Though, the wedding was just the start of a very, very long night for you newlyweds.
Everyone always talks about honeymoons and how passionate they are, and tonight, the both of you couldn’t agree more. You both had settled on a vacation–a ‘traditional’ honeymoon–a week after the wedding, wanting to spend a few days with just each other and to let the marriage title simmer for a bit; that’s what you both told yourselves anyways. You knew, Mac knew; you both just wanted to be alone in your shared home so no one could interrupt or hear you both making sweet, heated love to each other. It wasn’t going to be just one night either, no, you both knew better than that. Hell, you both knew that you’d probably be under Mac during your ‘official’ honeymoon too, but hey, it’s better to get a majority of it out of your systems beforehand.
You groaned, sitting down on your shared queen sized bed while taking off your uncomfortable shoes that definitely gave you blisters. Mac flopped on the bed next to you, the sound of their discarded crutch hitting the floor. You both were absolutely exhausted from dancing all night and just moving around a lot in general; Mac more so than you. They had used their wheelchair for the ceremony but absolutely refused to use it for the reception, and you could definitely see the regret in their face as they rubbed at their aching thighs.
“Beloved, I want to dance with you, our friends, and your family all day tomorrow.” they had told you the night before, the stubbornness being so very evident in their voice, “It’s a bit impractical to dance in a wheelchair, don’t you think? Hey, don’t look at me like that! Byte, I promise that I’ll take a break if my legs start to crash, it’s my job to be honest to my user.”
You really, really wanted to say something about how you were correct all along to them right now, but, that’s not what the two of you needed right now. The day was fun, yes, but it was also filled with silent, mutual longing. The hunger in Mac’s eyes bloomed when they first saw you at the ceremony, and it only grew as time passed. They couldn’t help but gawk at the way your wedding attire hugged your chest and your every curve to perfection. It was the exact same for you; Mac’s frilly suit with their signature rainbow accents…did something to you. You’ve always found yourself drooling at your partner when they had to wear business casual attire for work purposes, but this…this was entirely different. Maybe it was the fact that they were legally bound to you now, maybe it was the fact that everyone definitely knew just how yours they were–you wouldn’t quite put your finger on it.
Neither of you said anything, basking in the realization of marriage, but you could feel a certain pair of green eyes on you. You knew exactly what they were feeling, too. Though, you couldn’t even protest–you felt the exact same way. You could physically feel their gaze growing hungrier as you started to undress, leaving your chest completely bare and leaving the lower half of your torso still clothed. You could hear Mac’s breathing speed up as you slid off the bed and onto your knees in front of them; you could even hear their breath hitch as you stared unbuckling their belt.
They looked almost pathetic when you met their gaze, their need for you to touch them was sickly sweet. They were propped up on their elbows, looking down at your hands sliding their pants down their pale, skinny thighs; their breathing shallow and shaky in anticipation for what the night had to offer to you both. You had to stifle a chuckle when you freed them from their boxers, as it turns out, Mac was already rock hard just from watching you undress. You would usually tease them about this type of thing, finding enjoyment in seeing their face turn red with embarrassment and their voice stutter like a lag, but, you were much too eager to please your now spouse to keep them waiting any longer.
You kept eye contact as you licked a long stripe up their shaft, clearing their tip of any pre-cum that dripped out of them. Mac was already covering their mouth and lightly moaning as you wrapped your hand around the base, halfmindedly pumping them as you slowly took them into your warm and inviting mouth. You could feel their hand fly to your head out of instinct, their shaky voice muttering out varying praises as your head bobbed at a starting pace. Mac was known for having an insane level of patience, especially when it came to you, but, at this moment, they just wanted to grip your head and fuck your throat until it was completely raw.
“Ohh, fuck!- My love, please, I need you to go faster, please baby, I need it fast-ER!” Mac groaned out, their voice growing whiney and breathless as you did exactly what you were told, deep moans being ripped from their lungs as your own soft moans sent a sweet vibration down their cock.
Mac was already a bit touchy from being semi-hard for a bit, so your tight throat and soft hand pumping what you couldn’t take was on the brim of being overwhelming. Their face was construed with divine pleasure; their voice was choked up on bated breaths and stuttered moans as their peak only reached higher and higher.
“Shit, baby, I’m sooo, so close. Don’t close this program, please, ohh please.” Mac begged, their eyes screwed shut as their nails dug into your scalp.
It wasn’t long before you were tugged off of their cock suddenly, their release covering your face and chest. Mac slumped forward from the slight exhaustion of their post-release daze, but quickly sat up once they realized what they just did.
“Ah! I’m so, so sorry byte. I didn’t mean to…do that. Do you want a tissue? A rag? Something?” Mac panicked, their eyes wide with embarrassment as they frantically searched for something to clean the release off of yourself.
They didn’t have to search for long–you weren’t done with them yet. Mac yelped when you quickly took them back into your throat, resuming your past pace as they almost immediately became hard again. Though, this time, you wanted to incorporate something special just for them. You guided their cock between your breasts, pressing them together for some extra friction. You felt their eyes on you all day, and you were going to make sure that Mac was more than satisfied. Though, you didn’t expect them to lose control this quickly as they took ahold of your head and started fucking your throat at a rough pace.
You couldn't help but gag as Mac bucked their hips wildly, your nose brushing against their happy trail with each thrust of their hips. They were whimpering and whispering out constant apologies above you with their head thrown back, their hands having a tight grip on your head. The overstimulation had caused tears to prick their eyes and for their thrusts to become sloppy; their hips wanted to pull away and go deeper at the same exact time. It didn’t help that your breasts were being fondled around them either, some of their cum being smeared on the base.
Mac couldn’t even breath out a warning as they pushed your head down and came down your throat, your nose being flush with their navel. They came with a deliciously loud whimper of your name, gasps of air following soon after. You released them from your mouth with a pop from your lips, lightly lapping up and swallowing any cum you might’ve left behind. Mac gently released your head and slipped a finger underneath your chin, making you meet their softened gaze.
“Thank you for being so good for me, you definitely deserve a reward after all of that. Come up here, baby, let me take care of my significant other. Though, it would make my drive spark with joy if you could put that mouth of yours to use again–just one last time, I promise.” Mac whispered carefully, their fingers caressing your cheek tenderly.
You sighed longingly, slipping into the bed with Mac, being guided into a 69 position. Mac had already stripped the rest of your clothes away, leaving you in just your underwear. You lazily pumped Mac as they left small kisses on your inner thighs, your underwear already soaked from Mac’s moans alone. Your thighs shook as your spouse teasingly blew warm air against your needy entrance, earning a knowing chuckle from the nerd underneath you.
Though, they didn’t tease you for long, pressing their tongue against the wet fabric, feeling the hard ball of their tongue piercing against your clit. In return, you swirled your warm tongue around their reddened tip; sucking lightly. The both of you moaned into the other, the vibrations making you both go crazy. You whined as Mac continued to eat you out through your underwear, the feeling just simply not being enough as their piercing teased you. Mac could easily sense your frustration, and, luckily for you, they needed to eat you out properly just as much.
Without a second thought, Mac pulled your underwear to the side an started feasting on you like you were the first decent meal they’ve had in days. Each of your mouths worked absolute wonders on the other; each lick, grind, and suck making the two of you want to please the other just as terribly. It was almost turning to a race, fighting to make the other cum first; almost. Each prod and lick with Mac’s warm tongue urged you to take them further down your throat–the more you choked on them, the deeper Mac went and the harder they sucked on your puffed clit. It was the ultimate chain reaction of pure, divine pleasure.
You were quickly approaching your first orgasm of the night–Mac’s third–and you almost cursed yourself for letting your partner get that damned tongue ring. It sent a shiver down your spine every time the ball pressed so sweetly against your clit, and Mac knew it. As the familiar warm coil tightened in your lower stomach, your hips instinctively pulled away from Mac’s mouth; the pleasure becoming too much for your increasing sensitive groin. Mac immediately grabbed onto your hips, keeping you against their mouth, lips immediately latching onto your clit as you screamed. Moans were beng ripped from your lungs, the vibrations from your throat traveling down their twitching cock. The stimulation you gifted them was starting to become too much for them as well, though instead of pulling their hips away, they bucked deep into your mouth wildly; they secretly enjoyed hearing you gag on them, but they’d never admit that.
In the end, Mac had surprisingly won the theoretical race–the feeling of you cumming all over their face and your thighs shaking wildly in their bruising grasp was their well deserved medal. Though, you did win second place as Mac came down your throat for the second time tonight, their hips having a mind of their own. You were definitely having a sore throat tomorrow.
“Jesus, baby…” Mac whispered tenderly, licking some of your release from their lips, “Your throat is always so tight and warm, but I need your USB port; absolutely nothing feels better than that.”
Before you knew it, you were under your partner, their hands on either side of your shoulders. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence either–being under them was like a second home to you. Currently, Mac was lined up with you, rubbing the tip between your folds, letting the two of you have a small break before entering another round. Before they could push into you, you slyly reached into the nightstand, fetching that familiar bottle of lube the both of you have used several times before. You didn’t even bother using common sense anymore, just simply pouring a decent amount into your hand before deliberately smoothing it over their half-hard cock with an audible schlick.
“Baby, that’s…wow, that’s a bit much.” Mac chuckled breathlessly, their shoulders shuddering from the sudden coldness, “I appreciate the thought, but your cum can act as lubri-”
You hushed your spouse by guiding them inside of you, the mix of lube and your release making them immediately bottom out. Hisses and gasping moans left the both of you, Mac’s head dropping to your shoulder out of agonizing, overwhelming overstimulation. They didn’t stay still for long, no, they simply couldn’t, not when your USB port fit perfectly around their thumbdrive; not to mention how the copious amount of lube practically sucked them back inside of you. Mac didn’t even start out slow, their self restraint long gone by this point as they were practically plowing you just a few thrusts in. The lube slowly gushed out of you with each snap of their hips, creating a sinful slapping noise that echoed around your shared bedroom.
You somehow managed to reach your hands up to palm at Mac’s chest, playing with their sensitive, hardened nipples. Even as they were pretty much bruising your cervix, you wanted this moment to be just as pleasurable for them as it was for you. You felt their mouth hang open as a string of choked, breathless moans danced on their tongue–it almost sounded like it was painful to breath in with how much noise they were making. Each push of their hips was more meaningful now, calculated, like they were muttering a declaration of love every time they dug into your sweet spot. Mac knew how this memory would be burned into both of your minds, how they would touch themselves to your screams and you the same, so, they wanted to make sure that each volt of pleasure was only for you–every noise they had to offer was strictly yours to keep.
“Where- mmmm, fuck- where do you want me, darling, hm? Do you want me to reboot inside or OUT-side, mmmph!” Mac whined out, the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around them mixed with the sharp pain of you pinching their hardened nipples was simply becoming too much.
It was a silly question to ask, really, Mac already knew your answer before your fucked-out brain even had a chance to process the question. They were your computer once, your current spouse now, they knew everything about you. They knew every want, need, desire, and preference you’ve ever had, so, with two hard, purposeful thrusts, they spilled their release deep inside of you. The sensation of their seed gushing against your g-spot had ripped another orgasm from you, the both of you swallowing hard before gasping for some much needed air.
Mac had attempted to pull out, to give the both of you some space to recover, but you had other ideas. You weakly wrapped your legs around theirs, leg locking them into place. Mac wanted to protest that rest was important, but, when they looked into your lust-dazed eyes, they got painfully hard again with a wince from them. It really didn’t take much to turn Mac on, just like wen they were a PC. All you have to do is give them a certain look, wear a certain clothing item, or imply what you’re going to do to them and they’re already on their knees begging for your touch; similarly to how you had to press a simple power button on their monitor or their tower.
Hot tears ran down Mac’s cheeks as the overstimulation overloaded their system big time, their hips being completely driven by pleasure and nothing else. Their thrusts weren’t precise with love this time, no, they were sloppy with addiction. There was no real rhythm in their movements; only pure desperation to fill you again, and again, and again; just the way you wanted it. Mac’s tears dripped onto your chest as they sobbed out in pure ecstasy, their hand leaving more bruises on your thigh as they scrambled to hold onto something, anything. Neither of you could form coherent thoughts anymore, your brains hyperfocused on making sure the other felt everything they had to offer.
The sloppy thrusts were somehow working but it just simply wasn’t enough. You tried to roll your hips back into them, but their bruising grip had given you limited mobility. You could also tell that they were having a hard time keeping up with the pace with their legs trembling and shaking profusely from the pressure. Without warning, you flip the two of you over, letting Mac rest against the headboard as you rode them steadily. Mac was definitely surprised but ultimately thankful for the place switch, grabbing onto your chest and sucking on your neck in return. Eventually, their mouth traveled down your chest and latched onto your nipple, their one hand continuing to fondle the other breast while the other refreshed the already forming bruises on your hips and thighs. The hard contrast of the metal ball and their rough tongue felt so odd but so right against your own sensitive buds; everything with Mac was right.
With a few slams of your hips and some rocking back and forth, the both of you climaxed again. You both were getting to be exhausted, the constant one-after-the-other orgasms starting to catch up to you both. But, of course, Mac was just as greedy as you were when it came to finishing off their partner right.
“C’mon, byte, just one more. Just one more and we can shut down for the night, yes? Turn around, I’ll help you, I promise. Yeah, ohhh just like that…” Mac cooed in your ear, their cum-covered member never once leaving you as you tiredly turned around in Mac’s lap.
This round was different from the others, it was calm, tired, slow. Mac’s hands were gentler with you now, guiding your hips instead of restraining them; their hips met yours almost tenderly. The way their hands massaged your waist and torso every time your hips paused to grind down into them was the most intimate thing you’ve ever experienced–it was so, so fucking obvious that they loved you to bits and bytes. The way they marked your neck from behind was like a promise; a promise that they’ll always be yours to love and fuck into oblivion and likewise.
Both of your ends came fairly quickly, the sheer sensitivity from all of the previous orgasms aiding you both with this quick round before bed. You had absolutely milked Mac, and Mac had absolutely stuffed you full and marked you as theirs; as if the matching wedding bands didn’t mark you as theirs enough. Neither of you had bothered to pull out, Mac wrapping their arms around you like a protective shell. One of their tattooed arms was wrapped around your waist and the other gently rubbed your side, muttering sweet nothings into your ears as you drifted off into a sweet, absolutely satisfied slumber.
Nothing could have prepared you for you had awoken to; well, knowing your spouse, it was bound to happen. You had stirred awake by a pleasurable pressure in your groin and soft groans in your ear, trying to regain some consciousness as tired gasps escaped your puffy lips. You were finally awoken when Mac pressed your stained underwear against your clit, clenching around them instinctively with a broken gasp. Mac almost immediately came on the spot, apologizing profusely with their nose buried into your neck. You could feel their other hand pressing against your lower stomach, feeling themselves slide in and out of you with their groggy pace.
Their body convulsed around your awakening body as they came inside you for about the fifth time within the past few hours. Their hand pressed tightly against your stomach, the both of you shivering at the extra pressure provided by them.
“I’m- I’m so sorry my significant other. You just feel so, so good, you know; I couldn’t resist. Your scent wasn’t exactly helping, either.” Mac muttered into the crook of your neck.
You didn’t accept nor deny their apology, instead, you just grinded right back into them. It wasn’t fair that they got to cum and you didn’t, no, not at all. You could feel Mac shudder behind you, their breath hitching in their throat. There were no words exchanged as they reached down and slowly lifted your leg up for a better, deeper angle; there didn’t need to be any words. Mac was full of adrenaline now, their previous orgasm opening a horny floodgate that could possibly be regretted later. Though, they surprisingly started out slow this time, letting both of your still awaking minds get a proper scope of what was about to happen.
This slow pace didn’t last long of course, with Mac, it never did. Ever. They bit your shoulder to silence themselves, their free hand reaching down to tease your sensitive clit through your underwear. You always wondered why they didn’t just tear your undergarments off during sex, but, unbeknownst to you, this session was in desperate need of a keepsake. Mac wanted this specific pair of underwear in their collection for years to come, each sniff a reminder of how good you two fucked after confessing your undying love to each other. But, right now, in this moment, you were the only thing on their mind; specifically just how fucking good you felt, how they’d live inside you if they could.
By the time you both were at your witts end, Mac was fucking you like the two of you would never touch each other again. You winced out of painful pleasure when they brushed against your definitely bruised cervix, your mouth hung open as you gasped Mac’s name. Mac couldn’t control themselves at this point, nothing could stop them from absolutely drilling into you now. Their mind was filled with you and only you; how much they loved you, how you were legally theirs now, how perfect you felt around them, how they wanted to come inside of you about twenty times more.
“Honey, you really should-mmph-drink something. I don’t want my beloved to be dehydrated.” Mac panted slyly, pressing heated kisses to your new and old bite marks from them.
You whined, barely grabbing your half full waterbottle from the edge of the nightstand and haphazardly taking a few swigs from it. Before you could even swallow, Mac forcefully pulled your chin towards them and pressed their slightly chapped lips against yours, the water running down your chin and soaking the sheets under you. The both of you only got mere drops of water in your systems before initiating a heavy, sloppy makeout session. Mac’s tongue immediately sought out yours as they continuously slapped their hips against yours, muffled whines, groans, whimpers, moans, and sighs were swallowed down each others throats.
Mac crashed their lips against yours as you both came together once more, Mac spilling inside of you and you around them. The both of you were starting to become much too exhausted for any crazy positions, but dammit, you both still wanted more. No amount of orgasms could ever dull the need you both needed for each other, it was a constant flame that could simply never be quenched no matter how hard you tried.
The both of you did take a moment to breathe, honest, but Mac slowly shifted you on top of them, your back pressed against their chest. Their arms wrapped around your torso with reassurance, a silent promise that they’d stop if you wanted to tap out at anytime. Though, Mac knew you better than anyone else—even yourself—they knew that you wanted them just as bad as they wanted you. Still, the both of you needed just a small break between the passion, something to save your limited energy.
Mac slipped their reddened cock between your thighs, pressing against your folds just right. Your thighs squeezed instinctively around them, softly gasping their name when their tip slid against your puffy, overly sensitive clit; Mac deeply groaning in your ear in return. This round was softer, loving, gentler; a reminder of love and adoration through heated passion, a reminder that every bruise equaled a tender kiss from them–inside and out. Each grind of their hips was calculated just for you, what they knew you liked, and it drove you crazy. They weren’t just fucking themselves between your thighs, no, they were still fucking you in their own way
Mac’s hands traced all over your familiar body, almost as if they were trying to carve it into their memory. Though, they didn’t need to, Mac could easily sculpt your body without a reference down to the exact colors; they simply liked being in contact with you. From the way they held onto your belt loop in public to the way they manhandled you in bed–Mac loved physical intimacy with you. Their hands reached your chest, their fingers teasing and pinching your bruised nipples. The air was filled by your breathless moans and high-pitched whines, your own hands grasping at their skinny wrists. Your body tried to desperate writhe away from the pleasure, but Mac’s grip was firm, sure that you weren’t escaping them just yet. Your whole body ached and twitched in agonizing overstimulation, your nipples and clit begging for more and to stop all at once. Mac pressed long, heated kisses against your neck, groaning into them. They could get off from your sweet noises alone, their name sounding upmost sweet on your tongue. If it was their choice, your voice would be the only one that would utter their name. Their name would be kept safe in between your vocal chords until you let it escape through your lungs again–if only that could be a reality.
Their thoughts completely blanked out your screams, their hips bucking wildly against your post-orgasm sex. They only pulled themselves out of their fantasies when their body lurched forwards, the powerful overstimulation making their body want to hold in half. Their eyes trailed down your body in the wake of the rising sun, their release coating your thighs glowing yellow under the sunlight. It was exactly how they wanted you, their partner for life, their spouse–covered in their possessive mark.
“You should really clean up your mess.” you muttered hoarsely, your throat increasingly sore from last night’s festivities.
Mac met your gaze, half lidded, absolutely still hungry for as much as you’ll give them. They really thought you would’ve used the safeword by now, that you would’ve tapped their back twice, but you always were so intune with their fantasies and sexual wants; they adored you for it. They knew that you were different when you two first met all of those years ago, they could say that you were always the one for them. The way you kept right up with them physically, mentally, sexually…it made their hard drive absolutely overheat.
They immediately got to work, cleaning off your trembling thighs and stomach with their skilled tongue. The way their release mixed with the sweet tang of your skin made them reel with want–Mac wanted more, so, so much more. Their mouth peppered kisses down your body until they reached your cum filled cunt, shuddering at the sight. Their wedding band was rough against your hip as they dipped their tongue inside of you, their own taste overpowering yours. As Mac worked more and more of their release ou of you, they slowly came to regret letting themselves cum inside so much. They wanted to taste you, they wanted to taste your comforting sweetness.
Mac was starting to become frustrated, they never realized just how salty they were until now. They were known for being a pain during oral, only stopping when you begged them to, and they planned on keeping that title–though, it was a bit difficult when they just wanted you and you alone. Mac inserted two slim fingers into you, their tongue swirling around your swollen bud, earning a delighted shiver from you as most of their hard work spilled out of you. The way your hips bucked into their face made them groan into your dripping cunt; your pleasure was Mac’s pleasure after all. Their whole thing is being of service to you, of course; they could definitely cum untouched by just pleasuring you and nothing else.
“C’mon, love, cum for me. Cum all over my interface. Do it, do it please. I need you to cum again, and again, and again. Just how we like it, just how you like it.” Mac desperately begged against your folds, making eye-contact with you, eyebrows furrowed in mutual pleasure.
You were gripping the sheets, mouth unable to close as endless strings of moans escaped your throat. Mac’s eyes were filled with so many emotions: desperation, love, lust, adoration, passion; you physically couldn’t look away from them. Even as they moaned into you while you covered their face in your slick, their eyes didn’t dare look away from you. They way you threw your head back, body weakly jolting from pure exhaustion, was the most stunning sight to them; ever. Though, the feeling of your fingers gripping their hair and hearing your weak whines when they didn’t stop was stunning as well. As Mac finished lapping up any remaining cum inside of you, they gently pushed you down onto the mattress, littering small kisses up your torso, neck, shoulders, face, and finally ending their kiss massacre on your lips.
The kiss was everything it should be, endearing, loving, careful–it was as if you would break under anymore rough touches. Mac laid beside you, finally letting the two of you catch your breath after a long night and morning of earth-shattering pleasure. Mac gently rubbed your side, muttering computer-themed praises in your ear, softy kissing any hickeys and bite marks they left on your collarbones.
“Hmmm, my outlet, I apologize for the seemingly endless reboots. You just feel…so, so very good. It’s like…It’s like your USB port was created exclusively for my thumbdrive. I love you.” Mac rambled, their fingers studying your sweaty face, “Though, I think some proper body maintenance is required at this point in time. What do you say, my love?”
Mac groggily got out of bed and fetched their wheelchair, guiding you to sit on their lap as they wheeled you both to your shared bathroom. Showering with Mac was a much more common activity than you might think, seeing as Mac needed assistance with bathing sometimes. That’s what they told you anyways, in reality, they just like seeing you naked and getting to touch your skin. You knew damn well that Mac was independent enough to wash themselves, but, you let them believe that they’ve fooled you for once. You were behind Mac as they sat on their shower chair, letting your fingers massage their scalp and feeling the hot water sooth your aching muscles. Your eyes trailed down their back, seeing various red lines trailing down their back. You could feel your face burn with embarrassment; you don’t specifically remember clawing at their back, but, at the same time, all you could clearly remember was how Mac absolutely lost it.
Unexpectedly, as you were beginning to grab some conditioner, you felt yourself become sandwiched between the white shower wall and the warm, wet body of Mac. You honestly didn’t know how they were still active after all of this, but, one more wouldn’t hurt.
“I know I said that we were done, but, sweetheart, you make me go against my own binary code. I know you don’t mean to tease be, but-” Mac started to beg, but before they could finish their request, you hushed them and slid them right back into you.
Mac cursed under their breath, their cocky persona faltering as your body sucked them right back inside. They’ve fucked you how many times now, and yet, you still feel just as good as the first time they ever entered you. Mac could genuinely fuck you for weeks on end and still feel needy for your touch afterwards; they were genuinely addicted to you. Mac balanced themselves under the wet floor and started pounding your cunt for the actual final time today. Your throat was burning with pain, the mixture of them fucking your throat yesterday and screaming their name various times put a major strain on your voice.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, baby. Save your voice if–mmph–if you can. I already know you feel good, I always know.” Mac cooed into your neck, one of their hands pinning yours against the wall.
Your other hand scrambled to find something, anything to clutch onto while Mac was actively breaking your back behind you, the slapping of skin and water echoing throughout the bathroom. Hell, if anyone else was home, the entire house could hear it, too. At this point in time, neither of you cared about who could possibly be listening, hell, Mac even wished your shitty neighbors could hear you both. Mac felt like an animal in heat, unable to control their hips, their moans, their hand when it came down on your ass with a rushed apology–the yelp you produced making them determined to make this a very, very grand finale.
Mac reached down towards your lower abdomen and yanked your torso flush against theirs, pressing hard kisses yo the shell of your ear as you both came undone simultaneously; quickly. Mac’s hips subconsciously snapped forward a few times after their release, helping the both of you ride out the most tiring orgasm the two of you had ever experienced. Mac had pulled out of you with a hiss–a light moan from you–and sat you in their lap in their shower chair. The two of you were panting heavily, the hot air filling your lungs faster than you could breathe it out as the water slowly turned lukewarm.
You both had finished your shower, cuddled up in your messy, sweaty bed with each other. The room smelled of pure, raw sex; skin, sweat, lubricant and your minds were filled of erotic recent memories of the other. You were tucked under Mac’s chin as the afternoon sun lit up the room brightly, really illuminating the bruises, scratches, and personal marks you both left on each other. Mac rubbed you back, taking in the scent of your body wash before whispering in your ear,
“I love you.”