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slippinninque · 3 days ago

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🍒Nice n' Slow💦

Fontaine x blackfemreader

In which Fontaine takes his time with you

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, smut, cursing/dirty talk, p-in-v, sexual themes, self-indulgent, short n sweet, may need some edits!!

“Um, I have to warn you that if we do not go slowly–we both will be hurt.”

“Hm?”

Fontaine watched you bring a towel to the bed and spread it repeatedly, quiet. Fontaine reached out to put his hands over yours, “Talk to me, baby.”

“I'm…really tight.” When his brows shot up, you immediately shook your head, “No, listen, tight-tight. If-you-force-it, it-will-hurt tight.”

“That ain't a problem, oh no. I'm just gonna take my time.”

“It…it could take a while. Just to let you know, um..”

He didn’t like how you looked at him so apologetically, “I hope I didn’t bring down the mood with that? It’s not–I wanted to just explain real quick so you’d, so I–um…”

“Baby–listen and look at me.”

Fontaine could see where your head was going, he reached over and turned up the lamp to see you worrying your bottom lip in full light. Fontaine shifted closer, pressing a thumb to your bruised flesh.

He waited until your darting eyes finally climbed his face, meeting his own. Fontaine stroked your soft skin, taking in your beautiful features as he waited for your nerves to settle. He didn’t like how your shoulders inched up to your ears but they were easing down the more you both just waited.

“Thank you for telling me all this.” Fontaine said softly as he finally took his hand away, “Someone went too fast before?”

“Yeeah. Ended up being a real shitshow. Wanted to be sure you understood my disclaimer, ‘cause…” You leaned in closer, “I’ve been waiting a while…for this.”

“I kept you waiting long, huh? Can I make it up to you?”

“I know you could make it up to me...”

Lips met as the two of you melted back into each other. Fontaine’s hands wandered and soon your did as well. Fontaine felt smooth and strong beneath your hands, though you could find the occasional scar or raised skin. Your head spun when he gently tilted you to lay back, lying between your legs to run his lips down to your neck.

You gasped, arching as pleasure crackled along your nerves.

“I want you to focus on feeling good. Yeah?”

Fontaine's teeth worried at your skin, “Y-yeah…”

“Yeeah, that's it, let me warm you up baby….”

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“Ohh, fuck, ‘Taine! Yes, yes, yes…”

“He's gettin’ in there, ain't he baby?”

You whimpered straight nonsense as Fontaine’s dick slipped a little bit more into you. You were wet, the towel below you soaked as evidence from Fontaine's careful attention.

Just a bit past his fathead, he was heavy inside of you as he murmured filthy praises to you.

Any and all doubts slipped out of your ears and onto your pillows. Fontaine's hands rubbed you right out the rest of your clothes, cupping and cradling as he moved against you. He hasn't even used his mouth on you, just those 10 blessings he called fingers and his voice. By the end of it, you were sure there would be nothing left of you aside from a bundle of confetti's at the center of your bed.

“Feelin’ like this, got all this good pussy hiding in them pretty panties…feel good? Hm?”

“Hmmm, yeaaah, Daddy please….”

“Yeah, keep those eyes on my while you're squeezing my dick—Sss, just like that, keep it tight just like that f’me…”

Fontaine braced over you and looked down to where he was splitting you on his dick. He moaned at the blissed out expression in your face as you tried to follow his gaze.

“You see? That's enough or you want–

You gripped his firearms and moaned, “More, more–put it in…,”

“Shiet, tell me again.”

“Deeper, Fontaine, I want it deeper–ffuck!!”

Fontaine went into a growl as he pressed forward. You mewled as Fontaine's head pressed right up against your sweet spot.

You came hard, crying out and snapping your legs closed around Fontaine. You wet him once more, making him laugh as he hurried to lean back to watch you fall apart.

It's never felt so good, you've never had a man reach where Fontaine was touching and fuck every insecurity out of your very spirit. Fontaine moaned with a smile on his face, reaching down to hold onto your neck.

He had you like this for so long that you weren't sure how many times you came. Every time you did, Fontaine praised you so sweetly and fucked you a bit deeper, telling you how pretty and good you were. You had the best view, though. Fontaine dewy with sweat as he played with you, reaching down to grasp and massage. Bringing you to the edge over and over again all without taking his heavy away.

If Fontaine slipped out of you now, you'd probably cry. You truly knew what empty felt like now, every time he pulled out enough that it only left his tip–you whined and pleaded for him to stay inside.

Maybe you said that out loud as he hurried to lean over you, pressing you into the sheets as he purred “Feel so fucking good, ain't gonna get up out of this until I see those pretty eyes roll…”

All you could manage was a glad moan, your trembling intensifying when Fontaine’s pace picked up. You sunk into the persistent pleasure, letting it wash over you and take your mind down into its depths. You trusted Fontaine not to hurt you and you proved yourself right with every explosion he brought from you.

One after another after another until Fontaine couldn't contain himself anymore at the sight of your wrecked expression, your greedy hands and easy begging. When he lowered himself over you, pumping you full with beautiful praises pressed to your skin, you drifted off.

You came back to the feel of a warm cloth running over your tenderness. Fontaine hummed quietly and when he saw you peeking, he winked a wink so saucy that you erupted into giggles.

After the clean up and in the middle of some sound cuddling, you looked up at the ceiling in wonder as you felt Fontaine slip a finger back inside of you, quietly asking if he was too rough with you.

You turned to face his earnest expression, closing your eyes at the soft pressure of pleasure from his exploring.

“Felt just right.” You sighed, shifting over a bit to raise your leg higher so he could slip deeper. Fontaine’s laugh was low and sweet as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

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✨ending notes:✨ something that wouldn't get out of my head!!!! Just needed to think of Fontaine's bug warm ass hands on me 😌 tell me what you think!!! Comment and reblog and thank you for reading!!! ✨💖💖✨💖💖✨

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