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)
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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
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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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he may be a punk, but he was your punk, so while you lecture him about fighting with those jocks, you can't help but laugh when he says they stupid, they fight all the time, if you we're them you would have made peace already.
But atlas, your boyfriend can't help himself and keeps whining when you press the cotten ball against his face.
'Babe, that stings, be gentle'.
You can't help the scoff that comes out.
'Like you fighting isn't any better'.
But the wounded but proud look on his face says it all, his lip big and busted, his liner messed up, ruined, but he's like that.
You couldn't have it any other way, he was yours and you were his.
He chuckled, saying you looked lost, you may have dozed off, but who is he to say anything.
You press the ball hard onto his lip, he yelps, you smile, but it's worth it, a little revenge is better then none.
I don't like this, it's ass, but I need practice, my elder sibling, you shall read this and enjoy it, right as soon as I post it, you shall read this part in one min, I'm setting a timer
The same piercing bell rang for the final time, finally. Shea stands up on her two feet, stretching out her arms. Thank god it’s finally over! As much she understands why she needs to be here, doesn’t mean she’s not gonna think it’s a drag. Unless it was involving writing, she’ll most likely wish for the sweet release of death to not endure agonizing long hours of class.
But she lived! It’s over.
Now she better get moving! With the same excitement that she felt this morning, she grabs her book bag & made a mad dash for the school courtyard. Where Tatshiro defended from the creep that was pushing her to go out with him.
The courtyard was mostly vacant, but had a few benches with a few trees that were next to the sides, giving it shade. Along with a few flower bed, with all sorts of flowers; like tulips, sunflowers, dandelions & her favorite, roses.
Her sapphire eyes skim over the scenery, trying to find the rough student that got her out in a pinch. Her gaze catch familiar purple, messy hair. Along with the same jacket that closely paired with his locks. There he is! She thought.
With her usual sweet smile on her face. She jogged to him but trying to not make it look she was running, concealing her excited energy.
Now within his range, her hand reach out to his shoulder, her small fingers barely gracing his shoulder. “Ta-“
Before she could get a word out, Tatshiro whipped to her at the speed of lightning, giving a threatening glare, his crimson eyes were intense as a burning fire.
“You assholes back for more-“ he stopped, realizing the figure was not someone trying to bother him, but Shea.
From his harsh tone & quick speed Shea backed up, holding out her hands in fear but not of him of her being hit, more so, being started.
“Oh… it’s you.” He realized. Lowering down his fist; his glare change to more of a stern expression. “Y…Yep. It’s me.” She said awkwardly, still in shock.
The two young adults sat down on the bench, munching down on their lunch. There now being a long pause between the two. Things getting real awkward. Gosh, dang it. She hates it when this happens! Being too shy to start conversation or even try to engage with people. C’mon Shea, you promise yourself you try to not be so awkward. So, just… talk to him! She scolded herself.
She turns to the boy, her lips trembling a bit.
“So, uh… whatcha’ you doin?”
“I’m listening to music. What’s it look like?” He replied. Scrolling on his phone, through his playlist of songs.
“Well… what music you’re listening to?” She lean in a bit. Getting a closer look but trying not to invade his personal space. Tatshiro sighed.
“My chemical romance.”
“My chemical romance?” Shea tilted her head to the side.
“The rock band, y’know? Emo rock, stuff like that.” Shea just looked at him, confused.
Shea loved music, too. But she never really heard or listen to a band called “My chemical romance” plus, she really wasn’t into emo rock, she was more of… a taylor swift & Nickleback lover.
“Th-They’re famous for their songs. Teenagers, mountains of decay.” She averts her eyes from him, her sight going all over the place.
“Tell me at least, you heard the song black parade.”
“Uhh…”
She looked away. A bit embarrassed that she didn’t know my chemical romance. Pulling her ponytail to one side, playing with the ends of her hair.
“You know what, just—“ he pulled out an ear bud; gestures Shea to take it. “—Have a listen.”
She takes the bud & places it in her ear, listening closely to the music booming in her ear. She couldn’t help bopping to it. She wouldn’t say it’s her thing, but it’s pretty cool!
When finished listening to it, she hands the ear bud back to Tatshiro.
“Sounds good, right?” She gave a nod. “Yeah! I like the beat.” She confirmed.
He gave a slight smile, seemingly happy that she enjoyed it. “Glad you like it.” The smile soon fade, his eyes fixated on his phone that show the title “Black parade.”
“First time I heard this song, it kind of reminded me of my shitty life.”
Shea felt the same painful feeling when she learned of his past in her chest, accompanied by guilt. Tears forming in her crystal clear orbs. A single drop slipping; streaming down her cheek.
Tatshiro noticed this. “Hey… what are you gettin’ misty - eyed, for?”
He didn’t need to ask why she was getting so emotional. She always been prone to end up in tears when she genuinely feels a person’s pain; along with feeling guilty that she push too much & possibly open old wounds. She wiped away her tears.
Tatshiro scratch the back of his head. Looking away from the teary blond. “Look it-it’s no big deal, really.” He shrugged off. “No need to get all sappy on me.”
“Right, sorry,” she apologized. “Seriously, you’re fine. Just- just don’t cry.”
She sniffled. “Okay…”
“I said that I didn’t mind you asking questions so, don’t worry about it… okay?”
Her smile came back. “Kay, thanks. You’re really sweet~”
Warmth enveloped Tatshiro’s dark cheeks. He quickly looked away, seemingly embarrassed. Before Shea could say more, she felt a buzz vibrated in the pocket in her skirt. She rummaged through it, pulling out her phone. There was a text message sent that read:
Leon: < Hey, I have to be out of town again. Make sure you get home safe, okay? >
Her smile faded.
Oh… another mission again? Oh well. Guess I’ll see him another time.
She look to the top of her phone that showed the time: 4:00. She better get going before it gets too late. She puts her phone back, then looks to Tatshiro.
“Sorry, I Gotta head home?” She put her lunch box into her book bag, swinging onto her shoulder. “Well… I’ll see you.”
“Yeah. Sure, sure.” He waved off. “See you tomorrow.”
“Bye.” She jogged up a bit before stopping. Not too far away from him. “Also… if you need to talk to someone—“ she turns to him, her kind smile back on her pink lips.
“I’m here.”
With that said, she continues on her way.
…
Tatshiro’s was trying to process Shea’s words. Feeling his cheeks that are still warm & sorta pink; along with the growing fuzziness in his chest. His heart now speeding up.
“Damn it.” He sighed, having an oh shit moment. “I think I’ve got a crush on her now.”
That was the only thing that explain why he was acting the way he is. Shea hold like a child innocence to her, a warm kindness that was unapologetic & well meaning. Despite him coming off as aggressive & a bit rough, she holds care for him, let alone has a crush on him. He did say he was flattered that she did, but it isn’t something he use to. But it’s not something he was expecting. What he said this morning about wanting to be good enough for her still holds true, she was genuinely kind; he can tell she deserves the best. He wants to be the best for her.
“Maybe I might actually be back tomorrow instead of ditching class.”
He then hears footsteps approach him. He looks to where they were coming from, then sees a tall figure that he knew all too well, back then.
It was a tall young man that had black & silver dyed - hair, amber eyes & tan skin. It was Damon. Damon was an old friend of Tatshiro, but after being sent to juvenile detention, he hasn’t seen him seen.
“What do you want?” He asked coldly.
“Haven’t seen you in fives years. How’ve you been?”
“Look, if this is about me beating the shit out of you, Damon, I already told you I’m sorry! And if that’s not enough, then fine!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. To be honest, I kinda deserve that.” He admitted. “Especially trying to steal that ring of yours, y’know.”
During Tatshiro time on the streets, him & Damon were trying what they could to make ends meet. Damon caught sight of Tatshiro’s ring, due to it’s expensive appearance, he try to take it but ended up getting the shit kicked out of him. Though, Tatshiro, knew what & why he wanted it. So he hand him a few bucks.
“Before everything that happened five years ago. We were friends once, right?”
Tatshiro sighed. “I suppose.”
Damon’s expression changed to amusing, thinking back to the blond that left a bit ago.
“I saw the new girl you helped out and… I also noticed that she has a crush on you.”
Tatshiro’s face that had cooled down, immediately rose back to a shade of red. “Th-That doesn’t mean anything! Besides you’ve heard the rumors about me.”
Damon chuckled. “Rumors are always bullshit, anyways.” He pointed out “Besides after what happened back there, I think you might have a little crush on her as well.”
He lean down to Tatshiro’s level. “Right, lover boy?” He teased.
“Sh-Shut the hell up, Damon!”
Damon let out a little laugh. “Well if you need anything, just give me a call… ‘Kay?”
He walks to the entrance of the gate, but turns on his heels & yells. “Oh by the way! If you see your old man, kick his ass for me!”
As his old friend leaves the school, Tatshiro had one thought. “Why do we have to be friends, since middle school?” Before heading out the gate, leaving the school where he’ll show up for class due to a certain influence.
A/N: Two chapters down! Let’s go! This one was more on the fluffy side, but it’s cute! I took my shot of writing my own dialogue for Tatshiro, but I’m not sure how in character the dialogue is. So, feazeldagamer2247, if there is anything I got wrong with Tatshi, let me know. Also what do you think of my sona? I wanted to keep true to her character I thought of but with some of the listener’s. Hope you like this one too! Can’t wait for you to see it! ^^
Hi! So this is the second of my orders per the question I asked earlier today! :3 Its a smut: Can I get like a scenario for tiramisu (alessio) and the herrera husbands (209) again a scenario where they find their partners (fem or gn afab reader) g spot while fingering them for the first time their partner (us) freaking out at the foreign and much stronger sensation and then after a while when they are about to cum, it also feels unlike anything we experienced and we try to stop them but they calm us down and talk us through it? :3 Thank yew :3
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. . . verse 781 alessio, herrera husbands x fem reader !! 🍓 : ﹙ alessio: mercenary ˖ immortal ˖ punkgoth character ˖ jingyi: mad doctor ˖ snake monster ˖ yandere character ˖ rishen: mad scientist ˖ spider-moth-mantis monster ˖ yandere character ﹚
you're still getting used to this type of thing. what happens when your lover finds his inexeperienced darling's sweetspot?
﹙ Alessio 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : Oh the grin that splits his lips is far from innocent. Unlike you, his poor querida hiccupping your spluttered confusions. “F-Felt so good - Ale - Alessio what was - ah!”
The pads of his fingers push into the spongey flesh. Massaging rapidly in tight, taut circles that cross your eyes at the centre and have you bucking up into his large hand. What the perfect opportunity for him to shove the heel of his palm against your swollen clit and grind down at you.
A pretty girl squirming on his sofa. What more could he possibly ask for?
“Oh? This spot, querida? Right here?” He withdraws and fucks back in to the knuckle. Knocking against the bundle before repeating the motion like a sadistic mantra. “Here? Right here baby? That feel good?”
Fat tears roll down your face and you fist the black throw cushion. Your throat bobs with your soft whines and cries. The overwhelm has you instinctively attempting to squirm up — but Alessio’s large hand claps down on your thigh. Squeezes at the plush flesh. Yanks you down with a small narrow of his emerald eyes.
“Now now. That’s not how we accept a gift. C’mon baby. You can take it - hold tight.” Your pussy squelches and slathers his two long fingers that fuck into you ruthlessly. Hitting bullseye every time as he twists and angles his wrist. Making sure you feel him like a piston.
White clouds your vision and your gasp out through heated lungs. He’s brought you to orgasm before, but this was something else. All consuming as you grip at his shoulders and sob through the hit of release. You’ve stained his hand in sticky slick and he grins.
“Messy girl.” A sloppy slap to your trembling cunt as he yanks his fingers out. Then another firm one to your clit. So that you scrunch your face and whine up at him. If only to choke and cry once he’s finger-fucking you again. Not once leaving that spot. As if addiction itself controlled his hand.
“Since you like it sooo much lemme show you how it really feels.” His thumb digs into your clit once more and rubs quickly. All while he grins down at you. “Poor thing. Just feels soooo good here. Right?”
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﹙ Rishen 209. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : The second his delicate fingers brushed up against that sweltering bundle of nerves, you were done for. Splashing your excitement all over his hand and squealing in surprise. The heat that prickles through your pussy has you grinding back into his fingers as your head limps into his office desk.
“R-Rishe - Rishheeen - oh god - there -”
You’re not even sure what you’re begging for. All you know is that he’s so close but yet so far away. His fingers continue their strokes, yet fade into a languid stride more than anything. Missing the target each and every time.
For a moment you think he might now understand. Until you open your eyes and bat your heavy lashes full of glossy tears. The sight of his charming smile makes you whine as your hips buck forward with more effort.
“Oh?” He croons, low. As the tips of his fingers circle that throbbing bundle. He knows its exact location, and he demonstrates such by featherly brushing against it. It’s both all you need and so little as you buck your hips up again.
“Does my sweet cielo want something? She’s gonna have to use her words.” He goes back to his terrible aim. Hitting every spot except the one. Your cunt practically does the crying for you. Squelching and trembling. Clenching round his fingers in pathetic little begs. “Look’s like this pretty pussy’s talking louder than you, my dear. . . we can’t have that, now can we?”
He accentuates the lewd claps of your pussy with a rapid pace. Blindly fucking your gummy walls — yet evading that sweet spot each and every time.
You dig your nails into the desk and sob out for him. To make matters worse he teases a thumb on your puffy clit and all you can do is stare up with big, pathetic eyes. “P-Please - please please pleasepleasplease -” you sniffle through your whining cries. Your hips bucking up fruitlessly. “Please there - p-please - please I’ll be - hngh!”
Delirium swims through your head and you let out a mix of whimpers and whines as at last, his fingers begin circling, hitting and massaging the wonderful bundle. All you can do is sag your jaw and dumbly rock your hips through the most intense orgasm of your life.
All while he tilts his head and hums low. “So polite. . . spread a little more, hmm? Let me really overwhelm it.”
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﹙ Jìngyí 209. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : His fingers caressed the spot like a delicate petal. Circled it slow and thoughtfully to really familiarise your clenching cunt with the feel of such intensity pouring through wave after wave.
“Do you know what this is, darling?” He leans over to murmur deeply into your ear. His fingers pull all the way out and then stroke back in. He makes sure to hit that spot again, gently, then massage every so softly. The moans that leave you block out any possible words and you shake your head stiffly with small stiffles.
“F-Feels really - really good - gege,” you hiccup softly and he shushes you with a tender voice. Soft lips peppered over your face as he repeats the rhythmic action.
“So inexperienced. Don’t even know your own body, do you. Oh sweetheart.” Jìngyí is back to circling gently around the area before he hums low once more. “This is your g-spot, my love. Sometimes referred to as the sweet spot.”
His free hand cup the side of your neck and strokes his thumb lightly on your jaw. “The g-spot is characterised as an erogenous area of the vagina, that, when stimulated -” his fingers gradually pick up, yet only enough that has you sighing in bliss and bucking your hips up shakily. “- may lead to great sexual arousal. Potentially even female ejaculation. Like so.”
Abruptly, his fingers begin to reach a slow crescendo. Faster, and faster, until they’re fucking into you so wildly and hitting that one spot dead-on. So that your eyes roll back and you tighten up around him. Spurting and squirting your messy juices until you’re singing for him so beautifully.
“J-Jìng — yí! J-Jìngyí!”
“See, sweetheart? Making a mess all over. Look at you.” His smile is nothing short of sadistic as he works you through a mind-numbing orgasm. Not without fucking his fingers even faster. So that you can barely see, barely think. All you can do is gush over his hand and sob for him through it all. To say that he was almost more excited to find your sweetspot than you surely wouldn’t be too much of an overstatement.
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I need Alessio 781 (my boo) to put me in a headlock, so i can rest my head against his bigass bicep and just relax as he fucks all the stress out of me 😔 hed do that, i know he would let me lay prone with my head resting while he does it all 😔 and then we go get food and then we cuddle trust - 🐈
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. . .such a good pussy, so wet f'me !! 🍒 : alessio: antihero ˖ mercenary ˖ enigma character character﹙ verse 781 alessio. ﹚
being put into a headlock by your mercenary boyfriend after a long day doesn't at all seem like a bad thing
Oh he'd help you relax alright. It doesn't help that he's sooo big too. You'd be more that flushed into the bed. He'd hold you prone so easily. Pelvis and hips smushed into your ass with every shallow hump.
His bicep flexes around your throat while you gulp. You can hardly care for the sweet lack of air when he's stuffing you full. He's not just big in his height or in the arm that holds you snug — it's in his dick too. Straining your walls as he fills you up. Barely leaves your poor cunt as he ruts away.
Ever wet slap of his balls into your pussy sends wet strands all around. Squirts of slick and sloshes of cream strung in a perfect ring around his base. And his words? He's always been so degrading.
"Pretty pussy's so loud baby. She's cryin ' - hah - you hear her? She must miss me. Pobrecita. . ."
All rasped to your ear. Near-gentle rather than the harshness you're accustomed to when he's fucking your cervix. He'll tender in voice. Help you relax. All while his dick makes you go limp with every feral pound. It's just what you need after a long week. Eyes crossed at the centre. Head slumped into his arm you use for a pillow. Drooling all over his sheets.
His lips kiss around your jaw then return to your ear. His free arm snakes around to stuff two fingers between your folds. Rub tight circles on your clit so that you whine and bite down on his bicep. " 'essssioo-!"
He's grinning at your slur. Your clit's at the mercy of his flicks and pinches. "Tha's it hermoossaaaa aww baby there we go - that's it. Lose yourself. Lose your fuckin' mind."
He withdraws from your sticky walls as far as possible just so he can ram back in. Again - and again - until your eyes fine the ceiling. Your pussy flutters and grips at him. He grunts out a whine into your ear as his hips stutter into yours as you squeeze out another orgasm.
Who's counting? He's too concerned with taking you there again. The arm looped round you raises your hips so that he can fuck rapid at an angle. Harder. Faster. Until you're hiccuping a pathetic - "A-Ale - Alessssii - fuck - I'm c- "
"Yeah you are pretty girl. Yeah you fucking are."
You squirt on him in less than seconds again. Limp on his arm and cry so sweetly as he joins. Splatters your gummy walls in his thick, creamy cum that has you poking your tongue out and drooling even more. He stutters a chuckle through his heavy pants.
With strong arms he holds you close as he pumps a few more times before stilling to a stop. "So good for me querida. . ." Kisses to your heated face. "I got you, I got you. . . theerree we go."
His arms are your permanent home for the night. He'll bathe you, scoop you up in a fluffy towel and snuggle you in his shirt. Cuddle up with his large body encasing yours in a spoon with a remote in hand. Mumbling to your droopy-eyed self all the praised you need. With a large hand cupped at the back of your head and resting it against his chest. So gentle, just for you.
I know Pasquale just dropped but he is literally soso … Thinking about him losing a bet against reader, who is a rival racer, or whatever you want because I don’t mind, and this results in messy sex??
˖⁺. ﹙ inhuman racer rival x top male racer rival reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁
you're one of his rivals in racing and you just won the race and gods, he resents you like the pest, seems his body have different reactions though,
cw: insults to pasquale's name/mom, usage of the word boytoy, these two definetely are not normal about one another, threatening here and there if you squint, cum, anal, rough fucking, degredation, handjob, messy sex
Cheers roar across the crowd.
But not for the usual winner of the races that attend each and every time one was arranged.
Pasquale stood a few feet away from you, arms crossed and jaw clenched. His teeth ground into one another like their life depended on it. While eyes bore into the back of your head.
He'd always pledged loyal to fair races, yet something about you winning made something inside of his gut rot like it never had before.
Oh he hated you. Hated the stupid smile on your face, the hooded eyes that moved to gaze at him from afar and the little shrug sent his way was almost enough to make him walk over and start a fight with you.
But what would it matter in the end? You won, and it was a fair race. He didn't appreciate it though. It was a close race between you, Satyan and him. He got in 2nd, while Satyan ended up being third. Having left the celebration already.
'doesn't blame him with all of your awful boasting.' the racer thinks to himself. Judging you from afar the same you had before the race. Spitting into his face you'd win with the insufferable amount of confidence you seemed to have in yourself
"Yeah, was a close race and all." Your loud laughter twists at the angry coil in his stomach, his eyes turning to look somewhere else, until he hears the next sentence you spout from the filthy tongue in your mouth.
"Turns out Moretti's engines just weren't suited good enough for this one against mine."
With no time spent, the man's attention turns straight back to you. Vision snapping over to glare into the pair of eyes that guide the rest of the crowd's gazes over at him.
"You're real smart-mouthed." He huffs, tilting his head. Some of his supporters and own crowds gathering behind him, glaring back at the traitors that left for you and continue to cheer. Ah of course, the supports of winners. Never the loyal ones are they?
Jump, shift, walking across the street. You make your way over ot him swiftly and with a smug smirk, stopping halfway and looking around at all of the car lights lighting up the place. Taking in the excitement of the crowd, the sound of loud music blasting.
"Yeah? What about it?" You snicker. Hands haphazardly thrown into the pockets of your leather jacket. "Mama's boy was always the quick fused one no? Town whore's son and all"
Perhaps it's the rivalry, or stupidtity. None are certain for sure. But you hit the soft spots on purpose, all for what? You're not slipping away or out of this one as smoothly as you did back on the lane.
Some surrounding expected a punch, the throw of an arm, a headlock or a sprint towards you. Yet the man remained where he had been standing this whole time. An eyebrow quirked. Old insults never hit as well as newer ones.
"If you want to talk shit about my mom." He starts and flicks a piece of dirt off of his shoulder. As the other hand adjusts the red tinted round glasses covering his eyes. "Then do it in front of my face, in private. Vigliacco del cazzo." ( Fucking coward )
Silence befalls the surrounding circle of crowds, as well as you. It seems the response wasn't as fun to throw pointless insults back at him.
"Yeah, thas' what I thought." He snorts, slow in his steps as he makes his way over to you, walking and talking.
"Loud when a crowd is around, but the second we'd be alone in a room. Would you say the same?"
You quirk your eyebrow at his words. The countless of talks that spread across the usually serene italian town, of Pasquale Agresta Morretti being strong and gladly taking a good punch if he had to, were never jokes.
What would you care, it'd feed into his adrenaline addiction. Spouting a few more boasts and insults would surely start something.
Start heated kisses when he pulled you into his car to speed the both of you home.
Start your hands gripping and trailing down his body, grunting against his lips while grinding your hard bulge down against his.
"You're fucking pathetic." He bites at you. Yanking at your hair while you jerk him off, only to earn a loud groan when you yank at his leaking dick and pump a good few shallow thrusts onto it with your hand.
How can you not laugh at the jab?
You're the pathetic one? Are you the one who's getting jerked off against your bed. Pinned and helpless below him?
"Degrading yourself? That's adorable." You grit through your teeth, collecting slick and pre from his drooling tip for an easier entrance. Not that he'd be hard to get into. His body was opening for you like you'd never seen. Pretty ass fluttering for you and dick spewing like you were the most welcome sight on this earth.
Swiftly yanking his hair backwards. His head tilts back, throat emitting a mix between a grunt and a groan.
"That's my job though. You fucking town pass-about boytoy." You grunt into his ear, when your dick slams inside of him and starts fucking away.
His eyes widen, body jolting at the gasp he let out followed by the sensations of your hard dick fucking him out.
"S- Fuck-" Whiny noises spill in quick succession like the pace of your hips, smacking you ballsdeep each time to make the symphony of your skin a little louder.
So what if you wake some of the people in his house up. You won against him in the race, you get to fuck him however you like with his bratty attitude.
With your hand slapped across his mouth to prevent him from throwing his petty insults at you. The angle shifts and before he knows it he is getting fucked missionary, dick slapping against his abdomen and spilling cum, while yours works magic and thrusts into each nerve that sends him seeing stars.
"Fw-mnhgh nhgh!" Small noises of what'd remind you of distress become loud moans in your hand in one second after the other as he orgasms.
Already? Can't even hold it in for a little longer? Isn't that sweet. That gives you more things to bully him about next time you see each other. You know he gets the thrill out of it. And if you can get the satisfaction of riling him up all over again. You've your race yet again, haven't you?
Sure you like winning over him in a lot of stuff, but this?
Oh this is fucking heaven.
"Gonna fuck you until you've soaked your fucking bedsheets. You'd like that wouldn't you pretty boy."
His brows furrow at your comment, hips bucking upwards and back arching. He hates that you're turning him on like you're the switch to a light.
Poems have been written about it. His fantasies filling them up just as you are now, creaming his insides with hot ropes of cum when he squeezes down on you with purpose to see you falter just a little bit.
And you do, the unexpected pleasure hitting you like a truck. Mouth fallen wide open as joined by your eyes.
"F-Fuck fucking hell pasquale—"
Instinctively your hand reaches down for his dick. The one that had previously covered his mouth now fucking away at the throbbing cock.
"Y-You ah~! Look 'o f—fucking pathe-tic!" He manages and grins.
"Yeah, you take this as your little consolation price for not winning, huh?"
"S-Shut thefuck u-u-up- anghh!!!"
Without a doubt, if you weren't sure before you are now. This man is about to get ploughed so bad and you're feeding into his adrenaline addiction. The night is long ahead, but it doesn't seem like neither of you will be stopping.
⌗ mercenary ⋆ inhuman ⋆ punk oc ⧼ . ⁺ 🍒៹ after several long missions, you & alessio have some fun in the car ⧽
Sex smells up the backseat of a car parked outside of an empty 24/7 grocery store parking lot, sloppy kisses, chuckles and feverish claps of skin against skin keeps away any silence that that dares to penetrate from the outside.
The windows of your car long since fogged from the throes of passion. Wiped away as Alessio's hand slams against the cold surface. You keep warning him about not doing it too hard. It wouldn't be the first time he's made a few cracks in the glass.
Force builds as his hips chase another of your orgasms. Your walls squeeze around him sending the emerald eyed man into the night sky above as if to place him among the stars. Forever circulating your orbit.
"Fuck—" The gasp rills out of your throat. Hands instinctively move to your boyfriend's black locks of hair, holding on for dear life as you feel your stomach flip to make space for the bliss that comes knocking on that metaphorical door that welcomes your orgasm more than happily.
As if bliss hadn't just visited 5 minutes ago.
"Fuck, Oh my- gn-god, Alessssi—oh!"
"When you say my name like that- Yeah come on-" A swift hand impacts the sensitive flesh of your thigh as you pull harder on the roots of his hair. While a groan rumbles against your throat, lips grazing the expanse, moving aside to sink into the crook of your neck.
Airy, messy chuckles tickle your ears, as you feel that familiar rush of Alessio's climax. What's it now? the 6th? the 8th? Whatever, your bodies are tingling and clinging onto each other like it was your last night alive. "Gonna fuck a baby into you at this point huh? Dioos. You feel so good."
"Alessio— Al— querido. mh- up, just- yeeeeees!"
"Shoulda cancelled that job last night, would've had this pussy over any jobs in the underground."
Your whines are just as scattered as the apples in the trunk, spilling out the bags that were thrown into the expanse with little care. You're so beautiful, face red and eyes shining from the bliss and tears. He's never been a poet but he's a songwriter.
The kind of magic that happens when the two of you are together is something entirely otherworldly. Every time you come it's like prismatic shards meeting the sunlight and projecting thousands of stars onto him.
"Missed you," your hiccups swirl another round of seed into your womb. Hips stuttering mutually.
"Missed you too amor."
It always makes you laugh in the aftermath of your long sessions. When Alessio has you in a nasty mating press, thrusting into you like a feral dog, biting each other and spanking. Even there you find your little soft moments.
This was supposed to be a small shopping detour for dinner. You just couldn't hold back on the sex jokes or your typical innuendoes. Poor Alessio and his already raging sex drive hadn't had time to have a moment this week with neither Rishen, You or Talisen. That's how busy it'd been.
A few quick sloppy jerk offs wasn't enough. Then you're there, driving his mind to shards of shattered glass joking about the two of you doing it again in the back of the car.
His vision goes white when you angle your hips while he's lost in his own mind. Squeeze so tight and just enough for him to almost collapse onto you and start rutting mindlessly. Emeralds blink away the blur of tears and peer below at the mess he's made of you below.
"You ain't even thinking clear anymore are you?" He gasps, squeezing your hips gently. Forehead resting against the handle to the car door.
You draw back the air you'd lost, half passed out and ears ringing. Hands shifted to his shoulders, squeezing back as an affirmation. "Think you've had enough."
The car goes quiet.
"How about round 11?" You slur out.
"Normally I'd accept but you're gonna need some time to come back." He chuckles.
"Ain't fair!"
"Let's get some food amor. Then I'll have my dessert at home."
I kinda don’t understand the new preorder system but I’m going to try.. I haven’t been on this page for a while, but I have to do my duty as a gay Alessio fan 😍 May I get a tiramisu? (Yet again.)
[TOP AMAB READER]
Imagine a golden boy reader, who seems like he’s so innocent . Until his friend— who is literally the opposite, Alessio brings up the topic of sex. Reader talks about erotic things, and you know where that ends. (Wink wink)
𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪ who's that ?⠀﹕a cocky, comedic and charismatic mercenary. immortal and inhuman, punkgoth
ּ ֗ recepit ℘ ... upon discovery, alessio realizes just how much of a dirty talker you are, after having for the longest time thought you were more on the innocent side of things. but you always find new ways to surprise him, don't you?⊹ cw ٬٬ dirty-talking . smut . p in a ( alessio receiving ) . drooling . cumming . whiny alessio .
"Oh how I love archers. . . "
"Like . . . bow and arrow?"
Alessio drew his gaze over to your chattering form. How easily you found it to blend into these sorts of conversations that your friend group brought up. While he was well aware what the topic centred around, the merc's playfulness shone through in his glare.
The last thing he expected was your side glance that shot him an elevator look before your smiled. Slyness curled on the corners.
"Wouldn't you like to find out, pretty boy?"
Please. Did you think he'd just let you take control?
. . . Well you certainly didn't back down. Alessio wasn't ready for the fight you put up nor how you, eventually - regrettably - forced him down. Years of training, years of taking lead, and you had him right in your clutches.
So, here he was. Clawing on your strewn sheets and making a name for himself to your neighbours. Every pound of your hips sent ripples through his ass and a wet slap! that embarrassed him more than the way your gaze fixed on him.
As if he were everything. The sun, moon and stars — yet nothing at the same time. A slut who took your cock even when he stretched and clenched so tightly.
"There we go, now you got the idea." You huffed a laugh, hand caressing down his side as you cracked his thighs further open with the other. Your hips picked a crescendo that left him gasping, near-teary as his head of messy dark hair rolled back.
"Fuck - amorcito -"
You never knew he could whine like that. Eagerly, you reached for his cock. Palmed around the throbbing flesh and swirled your thumb on his tip in a tantalising circle. All while your thrusts abruptly shallowed. Hardened. Until his back left the bed and took a curve instead.
Another laugh bubbled from your throat and you quickly caught the slope. Two fingers traced along his spine as you crooked over him.
"That's it. See? Told ya I love m'good lil' archers." Your lips fell to his drooling ones. Consuming him for all he's worth as your thrusts took a tempo that had him clenching up once more. Only a few seconds later, he bubbled out another release with a pathetic moan into your mouth.
But oh, you weren't stopping there. Not until you got his spine a bit more sore. Not until you got your point across — that this supposed 'deliquent' was such a whore for his 'innocent' friend.
