Archive of Our Own

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈

You couldn't help but steal glances at him as you walked back from your routine evening walks, your sundress clinging just enough to every curve to make your skin prickle with awareness. The fabric was thin, almost sheer in the light, and you could feel his gaze like a caress, hot and hungry, tracing the outline of your body.

He didn’t even try to hide it, his usual blue-grey eyes glowing that telltale red, his southern accent dripping with mischief as he drawled, "Lil' minx, you know damn well what you’re doin’ to me in that dress."

You swallowed hard, heat pooling between your thighs at the rough edge in his voice. "I-I didn’t think you’d notice," you lied, because you both knew you wanted him to. Wanted him to peel you out of it the second you got home and see for yourself just how little you'd bothered with panties today.

The moment the front door clicked shut behind you, he backed you against the wall, his hands roughly gripped your hips.

His breath was hot against your ear. "Oh, I noticed, alright. Noticed how every fucker on the street had to stop and stare at what’s mine." His fingers slid up your thigh, hitching the hem of your dress higher, until his fingertips grazed bare skin.

"Fuck, darlin'," he groaned, voice thick with hunger. "You’re bare as the day you were born under this dress."

A whimper escaped you as his thumb pressed against your clit, already swollen and aching for him. "You—you can’t just—"

"Can’t just what?" He nipped at your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make your knees weak. "Can’t just take what’s mine?" His fingers slipped lower, teasing your entrance, collecting the wetness already dripping for him. "You’re soaked, darlin’. Been thinkin’ about this all damn day, ain’tcha?"

You gasped as two thick fingers pushed inside, curling just right to make you shudder. "Y-yes," You panted, nails digging into his shoulders. "God, Remmick—"

"God ain’t got nothin’ to do with this," he growled, withdrawing his fingers only to shove them back in, harder and deeper. "This is all me, all mine. And I ain’t stoppin’ 'til you’re screamin' my name so loud the neighbors hear."

He dropped to his knees in front of you, yanking your dress up over your hips so he could feast his eyes on you, on your glistening pussy, swollen and needy for his mouth.

"Look at you," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your skin before his tongue dragged a slow, torturous line up your slit. "So fuckin’ pretty like this." His hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer, his tongue diving in to fuck you slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, hips rolling against his face as pleasure coiled tight in your belly. "Remmick—oh fuck—I’m gonna—"

"That’s it, baby," he growled against you, his voice vibrating right against your clit. "Cum for me. Cum all over my tongue."

His fingers joined his mouth, thrusting into you in time with his tongue’s wicked strokes, and you shattered with a cry, your thighs trembling as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

He didn’t stop, though. He lapped at you through every aftershock, growling like a man starved as he stood up and wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. "So damn good," he rasped, his red eyes burning into yours. "And I ain’t nearly done with you yet."

Before you could catch your breath, he spun you around, pressing you face-first against the wall. The sound of his belt buckle clinking, the zipper lowering, had your pulse spiking all over again. "You took my fingers so well," he murmured, his cock nudging at your entrance from behind. "Let’s see how you take my cock."

And then he was inside you in one hard thrust, filling you so completely you could only gasp as he bottomed out.

"Fuck—you’re so tight," he groaned, his hips snapping against your ass as he set a punishing pace. One hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back, while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave bruises. "Do I feel good, baby?" He purred, his voice rough with possession.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, your fingers scrambling against the wall for purchase.

"That’s right," he growled, slamming into you so hard the whole damn wall shook. "Take every fuckin’ inch." His free hand slid around to rub rough circles over your clit, and you came again with a broken cry, your walls clamping down around him so tight he snarled curses against your skin.

The scenery changed too fast for your eyes to catch as he tossed you onto your back on the couch, his cock glistened with your arousal as he loomed over you. "Gonna make sure you can't walk afterwards," he promised, and then he was inside you again, deeper this time, the rhythm of his hips had you seeing stars.

His mouth crashed onto yours, and you met every thrust with a roll of your own hips. Your body was slick with sweat and need. "Remmick—I can’t—"

"You can," you growled against your lips, his fingers digging into your thighs as he lifted them higher, changing the angle so he hit that sweet spot inside over and over. "Don't fight it."

The pressure built again, coiling tighter and hotter.

You came with a muffled cry, walls pulsing around him rhythmically as your arousal leaked onto him and down between your ass. His pace faltered as he chased his own release. The feeling of him twitching wildly with each spurt had you trembling uncontrollably as he emptied himself deep inside.