fem!reader x remmick
word count : 777
a/n : no title because this is just straight smut 😭
MDNI (18+) Warnings ! : Unprotected Sex (p in v), drool, brief mentions of oral (f receiving)
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“Fuck—“ his voice catches in his throat as his cock stutters inside of you. His forehead presses between your breasts, and he breathes you in like you are a divine source—empowering him from the inside out.
Your hands grip his shoulders, and he practically begs for you to bury your nails into his skin—branding—no, punishing him for being so pathetic.
A moan chokes up in his throat, and his cock drags out slowly, just before slamming back in. The old wood of the bed creaks with every jostle of your bodies.
“Baby… baby, say I’m doing good. Please…” his head raises slightly so that his eyes meet yours. Tears well up in the corner of those crimson eyes, and your breath hitches as you feel the familiar feeling of drool dripping onto your breasts.
“You’re,” a gasp shoots through your mouth. “You’re doing good.”
He moans. It’s a loud, filthy thing. Mouth opened, ghosting over your nipple as eyes flutter close. His hips tense up as his thrusts speed up.
Remmick’s eyes fall to your cleavage where he spots the pool of drool.
“Aah… I’m sorry.”
Before you can assure him that it’s fine, his tongue darts out and drags a fine lick up the middle of your breasts, causing your body to tense up in surprise.
His tongue is soft. It was rough earlier. Sucking at your clit as his hands held your thighs open. His claws dug into the soft flesh, and he apologized so softly, that you almost forgot he was eating you like he wanted to devour your very essence.
His hips stuttered once more and his mouth shot up to capture yours. You tasted the drool and the hint of yourself from his earlier endeavors.
“Remmick—!”
“Oh! I know. I know! But, I can’t stop!”
His hands grip your thighs as he pounds mercilessly, his fangs glinting as his mouth opens in curses.
The fast thrusts of his cock inside of you forces your legs further apart, giving him more access as he shifts his body in a way that drives him deeper.
Your jaw clenches, and your nails finally dig deep enough to break through his skin.
His head tilts back with a groan at the action, and you swear he sees stars from the absolute dazed sheen over his eyes.
“Oh, baby!”
Remmick’s hands grip the flushed flesh of your thighs tighter, and his hold adjusts slowly, but surely, and you barely have time to process what’s happening until your thighs nearly touch your chest.
A muscle in your back pinches and your mouth splits open with a half-moan—half-groan at the new position.
He pushes your thighs down over you and lifts up so that he locks you in a mating press.
“I-I know I can’t give you my baby, b-but, I can try! I can try!”
His thrusts grow erratic as he hits that spot over and over again, drawing stars out of thin air in front of your eyes.
Your cervix stings at the constant abuse that Remmick’s cock subjects it to.
“F-Fuck!” His voice comes out differently now. Deeper. Singed with something starved—waiting for a chance to strike its prey.
Your head lolls to the side as your breath is stolen from you, again and again. But as soon as your eyes leave Remmick, a growl sounds from his chest.
“No. No. Look at me.” His claws dig into your flesh as his hold tightens. “Look at me as I fill you up.”
The bed creaks out of control as you feel yourself nearing release.
That familiar tightening of your gut, and the clenching of your walls catches his cock in a vice hold.
Drool spills from the side of his mouth as his eyes find yours once more.
“Call out my name! Please, baby.” He pleads as his cock stutters and twitches inside of you.
“Remmick.”
That’s all it takes until he’s a mess.
His mouth hangs open as he moans out your name with the praise of a devoted patron.
Warmth shoots into you, and your walls clench around him, milking him completely.
His hands release your legs, and they fall down as if they are lead.
“Thank you…God, thank you..” he breathes you in, and his body lays against yours. Not suffocating, but near.
His cock continues to twitch inside of you as your chest heaves through the aftermath.
“…did I do good?” His words barely reach your ears, but the tone, so needy, so desperate for approval, makes your head shift down to meet his eyes.
You nod, just barely, but enough for Remmick to begin to harden inside of you.
