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Warnings: begging, body worship, choking, corruption kink, cum eating, cunnilingus, dirty talk, dry humping, dubcon elements, fingering, hand job, humiliation kink, licking piss off a hand, making out, masturbation, mentions of dark kinks (but nothing explicit), mentions of penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, omorashi, orgasm denial, partner worship, plus size!Reader, positive degradation, PIV sex, rough sex, salirophilia, spanking, sploshing, squirting, switch Mary & Reader, they acting like horny teenagers, under/non-negotiated kinks, unprotected sex, use of the word “bitch”, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, watersports

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

Mary didn’t look like much of a cuddler, but he was - and he was completely unashamed of it, too, he’ll have you know. He was a person who loved heavy metal, blood, guts and gore, and snuggling with you on the couch and watching movies, giving you sweet little loving pets and listening to your breathing when you’d fall asleep on him. Bright smiles, warm hugs, a kiss on the forehead and gentle touches down your back. But, there was a really, really tiny, super small, minute, little problem: his libido ran like the Duracell fucking Bunny and he had the self control of a moth when it sees light. Your genitals fit the analogy so on and so forth.

He wouldn’t have you in his lap often, as much as he loved it, because it was somewhat of a sexual trigger for him. It didn’t matter how many layers you both were wearing, if your pussy was on his cock in any capacity he could feel it. He could feel every little twitch, any movement, any heat radiating off your body like radiation seeping into the ground at Chernobyl - and it made him feral. A rabid animal rutting into you desperately needing to cum. Turned on and raring to go at you no matter what. Was it exhausting? Too fucking right. Did you enjoy every second? Absolutely.

You were both watching a horror movie on the couch and all you did was bend down to kiss him once you returned from getting you both a drink, but he scooped you into his lap, stuck his tongue down your throat then feigned surprise when he started chubbing up beneath you, playfully scolding you for capitalizing on his little problem as you rubbed your clothed cunt against him a tantalizing two times. All his chastising, however, clearly had no ground to stand on as his hands had sunk into your plush hips and pushed you further onto him, applying more pressure between you both and groaning at the impact. But there were still too many layers between you, so he began to tug at your pants and pull them from you, taking the opportunity to remove his own when you briefly climbed off him to remove yours from you. The second his ass touched back down on that couch, now only covered by his grey briefs, he pulled you into his lap again and had you rub against him.

“Doesn’t that feel better, my angel?” He muttered into your mouth.

You moaned in response, the noise being caught by his tongue as he ran it over your top lip. Your hands clutched at his sleeveless tee, the fabric practically hanging off his paper-thin body. The faster your hips moved, the tighter your grip became. All the while, Mary whimpered beneath you, fingers digging into your hips and then your thick thighs, squeezing at the fat enough to keep you comfortable but so he could still have his fill of your voluptuous body.

Mary did things to you you didn’t realise you liked - and especially when he had you pinned beneath him, bent in half with his cock driving into you. But even though he was the one ruining your body for his own pleasure, he made noises as if he were the one submitting. His mouth would utter the filthiest of dirty talk, the most profane shit, in between little bitch-boy whimpers that had your cunt clenching every time - and right now was no exception. He’d mutter things desperately in between kisses, but most of the time he would just whimper and moan while his fingers moved across the expanse of your body like they had a mind of their own. Sometimes his words would become clear, but most of the time you just died at the sound of his desperation.

“This fucking cunt, baby, shit! I can feel you through my underwear- you’re so fucking wet already.”

“I - fuck - I blame you for this.”

He also began moving his own hips as best he could from beneath you, but this position didn’t allow him much movement, so he pushed himself down the sofa just a little, allowing his ass to hang off the edge ever so slightly, and give him more room to recline and fully take in the sight of his goddess using him for her pleasure. “I know I’m always horny for you, but this just proves you’re exactly the same for me, hm?”

“Only you get me this turned on, Mare.”

He groaned. “Too fuckin’ right. So desperate for my cock got you humping me while we watch a fucking horror flick.”

“You started it.”

“I love that you get so fucking horny for just opening your legs for me. My own gorgeous, little slut, yeah?”

You whimpered for him, your clit dragging against his impossibly hard cock as your hips moved faster, gearing up for an orgasm. You felt one of his hands roam over your breasts, finding your nipple and begin playing with it through the fabric of your t-shirt. He loved that you never wore a bra at home, mostly because it gave him easy access to your tits. Sometimes he just wanted to grab and grope at you, other times he wanted to rest his head on them and hold you against him. His eyes were fixated on the way they jiggled slightly with your movement - not quite as much as when he’d ravage you, but even still they were utterly captivating to him.

“Fucking hell, Mary. I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, baby? You g-gonna cum in your panties for me, hm? Desperate little wh-whore can’t wait until my cock is inside her, she has to - fuck! - hump me like a bitch in heat.” His other hand that was on your thigh moved to your ass, gave you a quick squeeze before it came down hard on your flesh, making your ass cheek ripple deliciously. He was sad he couldn’t see it, but watching you take your bottom lip between your teeth and lift your shirt up to pull at your nipple, he found himself grinding against you harder. “Let go. Cum for me, angel. Please. L-let me see that perfect face a-as I make you cum.”

The sound of Mary’s whimpers and the feel of him against your cunt had you tipping over the edge in what felt like no time flat. He had a dark look in his eye, filled almost entirely of lust, with just a smidge of adoration.

“That feel good, baby?”

“So fucking good.”

He held you by your hips again to keep you steady as he gently continued rocking into you. He looked down at where you both were connected and saw that your juices had dampened his briefs just a little. If he didn’t get inside you soon, he’d simply perish. He moved down and pulled himself out of his underwear, gasping at the freedom.

But you made to move. “Hold on, Mare, gotta piss.”

“___.” He whined.

“I’ll be back.” Mary tightened his grip and refused to let you leave. “Mary, you gotta let me go.”

“You can hold it.” His bare cock was now rubbing against your panties over your clit, eyes fixated on it.

“Mare, I’m not kidding. I gotta go!” You were laughing at his ridiculousness. He could be so petulant when he wanted to be.

Mary returned your laughter, a cheeky, love-drunk smile plastered on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m telling you, you can hold it. Move your panties to the side, baby, I want in.”

“Mary, you can fuck me any which way you choose, just let me go to the toilet! I will piss on you.”

He dared to let go of one of your hips, moving to grasp onto your wrist instead. With his other hand now free, he pulled your panties to the side exposing your cunt to him completely, then moved it to your stomach. “Please, on this couch? You wouldn’t dare.” He was now sporting a dangerous look, daring you to do the unthinkable. He knew you wouldn’t, but took great fun riling you up to annoyance. Calling your bluff for the shits and giggles.

“Mary.”

His thrusts got a little rougher, clearly taking so much pleasure out of being a nuisance. Your eyes closed, feeling of his bare cock rubbing through your folds and catching your clit so deliciously. You didn’t want to move. You wanted him to keep pleasuring you, and fuck you into the couch cushions until you couldn’t feel your legs. You also didn’t really want to piss on him, though. Your protests were still there, but weak. So weak. “Y-you have to let me go.”

“I wanna fucking bury myself so fucking deep inside you, angel. Fuck, baby, this pussy is so wet for me. So warm. Shit!”

He began pressing on your stomach over your bladder, making your need to pee much more urgent. “Mary, I’m gonna pee. I can’t hold it.”

“Yes you can.”

“I can’t. Mary, please!”

He pressed harder. What he didn’t realise was just how bad you actually needed to go, and just how much pressure he was putting on your body with his hand. You tried to hold it back, but it was just too much. What started as a small trickle turned out to be a full, broken dam bursting at the seams and flooding the valley below. The valley was your partner. At first, Mary kept thrusting, thinking that it was just your cunt providing extra cream with just how worked up you were, cock twitching at the feeling and the warmth surrounding him. But then he felt it, the unusually warm wetness that began pouring itself over his cock. He looked down, thrusts slowing, and watched as his light grey briefs became darker and darker with each drop that spilled onto him. He couldn’t believe you’d done that, but more importantly, he couldn’t believe just how hot that actually was.

“I’m so sorry!” You started, managing to cut your flow before too much damage had been done. When you spoke, and he heard the panic in your voice, he looked up at your face to see you flushed and embarrassed. Innocent. Sweet. He was the one in the wrong, but there you were, halfway drained your piss onto him and still thought that you should have tried harder to hold it.

It took Mary to find his voice again, mouth wide open in disbelief but pupils entirely blown. He looked insane. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I really tried to stop but I-”

He sat up and pressed his nose to yours, and the movement made you feel his briefs, now sopping wet with your piss. “Can you do it again?” He asked.

Now you were the one wearing disbelief. “What?”

Mary’s patience was starting to wear thin. He grabbed your chin in between is index finger and thumb, and his voice turned stern. “Don’t look at me like that. When you just fucking pissed yourself on my lap, don’t you fucking make me look like the disgusting one. The fucking innocence about it all too. Big wide eyes. The fucking audacity. Now, finish what you started.”

“Y-you liked it?”

“___, that was the hottest thing you have ever fucking done. I’m dying here. Piss on me.” He lay back to his original position and let his eyes drop to your cunt.

You nodded, and fully let yourself go this time, groaning at the feeling of finally emptying your bladder. “Fuck.” Mary whispered. He didn’t realise it was loud enough for you to hear. “Filthy bitch.”

You saw him staring, felt him desperately rutting against your cunt as your piss poured onto him, this time worse than before. His once light grey briefs were growing saturated with you, his bare cock growing wetter and wetter as his hips bucked against you, nudging against your clit and spreading the stream further and further. Every time he nudged against you felt like a jolt of electricity which merged with the relief of your bladder emptying, and you found yourself enjoying it so much more than you ever thought you would. Your hips moved, too, desperately rubbing against him as your hands moved back to your nipples to play with them.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” He gritted his teeth. “Just fucking like that, oh shit!”

It was hot. A stream of warm liquid splashing down his cock, seeping into his underwear and sticking to his skin. He trembled in excitement, cheeks burning. Gut twisting as it rolled down his ass cheeks and pooling on the sofa.

The look of disappointment on his face when you’d finished was so obvious, and if you weren’t quite so horny, you probably would have laughed. But Mary was in a different headspace altogether.

He couldn’t stop himself. He was rabid. He reached down and lined himself up with your entrance, shuddering as his hand grazed his briefs. His cock, now covered in your piss, was pushed all the way inside of you, burying himself to the hilt in one fell swoop. Your mouth hung open at the sensation, eyebrows furrowed in pure, unbridled pleasure. You watched as he removed his hand from between you both and ran his tongue over where his skin had touched his underwear, and you realised that it was your piss he was licking off his hand.

“And you’re calling me filthy.” You told him through a smirk.

His only response was a cheeky grin, before he planted his feet on the floor, gripped your hips so hard they might bruise, and roughly fucked into you in the way he knew you both loved. You received a hit to your cervix as punishment for your cheek, but of course, the noise you made when you felt it sounded less like a reaction to a punishment.

The faster Mary thrusted, the more noise filled the air. If it wasn’t your combined, wanton moans, then it was the sound of him fucking you. Yes, there was the usual sound of your wet pussy shlucking with each movement, but the sound was amplified by the piss and the dripping underwear that kept sticking to your thighs as they jiggled with Mary’s force.

Mary growled. “Filthy f-fucking slut pissing all over me.” He slapped your thigh. “Getting off on it. Look at that fucking face. You love it don’t you? Shit! Getting railed with your piss all over my cock, hm?” He slapped one of your tits. “God fucking help you now, baby. We’ve started this, we’re not stopping now.” He moved his hand up to your throat as he continued assaulting your cunt, revelling in the sounds your body was making on top of him. He didn’t apply any pressure to begin with, just content with the threat of it, but even still you tightened around him.

“M-maybe next time, I’ll piss down your throat.”

“Fucking hell.” He thrust into you a little deeper, causing you to scream out. “Please.”

“Yeah? You want that?”

“Fuck yeah! So fucking much, angel.”

“I will. The next time I sit on your face, I’ll - fuck -”

His fingers involuntarily tightened around your throat. “Finish that sentence. I fucking dare you.”

“I’ll open your mouth and make you drink every drop.”

“Fuck!”

There was no warning, no prior movement that prepared you for what happened next. In a rush of adrenaline, Mary pushed you off of him and lay you on the coffee table, your head hanging off of it. He forced your legs further apart, and buried his cock inside you for the second time, showing no mercy as he pounded your twitching cunt and fucked you with such a force that the coffee table began to slide across the floor, groaning under your combined weight. He reached down to the water bottle that was rattling against the wood and wrapped your fingers around it.

“Chug it.”

“What?”

“The whole thing, fucking chug it. You’re doing it at least one more time today.”

You nodded and obeyed, wrapping your lips around the straw of your bottle and sucking down the water. It was difficult to do, given the roughness of Mary’s thrusts, but you managed it, nonetheless.

A thin sheen of sweat had joined the other bodily fluids over Mary’s exposed skin, and his breath had become laboured and shallow. His voice only released grunts and groans occasionally now, too deep in his mind so talk to you, but eyes heavily focussed on your body. The way you bounced and jiggled blow him had completely enraptured him, that and the thought of you pissing on him again.

When he saw you taking in his cock and enjoying every minute of it, he growled. Your mouth was hanging open and drool was seeping out of the corners because the sensation felt so good. Your brows were furrowed, your eyes rolled back, and your body was drenched in sweat. You were soaking wet for him, slicking Mary’s dick as he caught the strings of your fluids flex and break in time with his movements. The sound of your urine, which was now dripping residually on the coffee table beneath you, was still exquisite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He all but screamed, backing away from you like he’d just been electrocuted and pulling out entirely, falling against the sofa. His body splayed on the cushions, chest rising and falling as he tried to bring himself back from whatever place he’d just gone to.

“You good, Mare?” You asked, sitting up.

“Almost came. Pussy so good, making me have a midlife crisis.” He finally tore his eyes away from the ceiling to look at you, legs spread and mindlessly playing with your clit. “God, baby, don’t do that.”

You giggled and dipped two fingers inside of you, only to pull them back out and suck on them, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.

“You fucking spawn of Satan.” He pushed himself to his knees and rested your legs over his shoulders. “What happened to my angel who always did as she was told, hm?”

“You let her piss on you.”

He plunged right in, sucking and licking at your clit. He forgot to take it easy and instead let himself take whatever he wanted from you because he was so needy and desperate for you. Your half-open mouth gave a loud whimper that was good enough to rouse his desire, motivate him to carry on his wanton caresses, and cause your legs to tremble. “Right there, Mare! Just like that!” You muttered, breathing heavily from the forceful suction he applied, punctuating your words with an especially breathy moan.

His face was pushed further into your cunt as one of your hands tightened its grip on his black hair, revealing your own neediness. Your hips bucked as you used his mouth for your own pleasure. The other hand came up to pinch at your nipple. He didn’t want to cum too soon? Fine. He could give you what you exactly what you needed. He had a tendency to pull away from you right as you were about to cum, but the closer you reached, the tighter your thighs locked around his head, forcing him to stay where he was until he actively tapped out.

He traced your labia with his middle and ring fingers then pushed them between your folds, making a line from clit to the hole, but not yet pushing it in. He timed it with a particularly rough suck to your clit, causing a pornographic moan to fall from your mouth. He kept making the same pattern a few times before a little accidental push slipped the tip of his finger in. His self control slipped entirely, and he continued pushing into your tight, wet heat and tapping up. You were a squirter, and he knew your body like the back of his hand. This was a surefire way to get you to cum and squirt all over his face. Except, this time, it wasn’t just your cum he wanted to escape from your body.

“F-fuck, Mary! I know what you’re trying to do. Shit. You’re sup-supposed to be good and wait until n-next time!”

He growled and shook his head, keeping your clit between his lips as his head moved, ripping another moan from you.

“You want m-more, huh? Pissing all over your c-cock wasn’t enough for you? Greedy fucking bitch.” You could feel the pressure building in your glands, that familiar tingle returning telling you how close you were to cumming for the second time. “I’m so fucking close, Mare. You want it, yeah? You wanna drink my piss like a filthy fucking animal?”

He nodded.

“Nuh-uh. I wanna hear you.”

The whimper Mary released in response to your order had your hole clenching around his fingers. It was the kind of whimper you only ever heard him make in subspace, when he was completely pliant for you, and willing to let you do everything and anything you wanted to him.

“Oh fuck! Mary, I’m cumming!”

That was all the warning he got before your cunt trembled with your second orgasm, clenching around his fingers and pushing out the water you drank earlier. Mary let the copious amount of piss that gushed out of you fall into his mouth, wide open and waiting, his tongue playing with your clit and keeping your orgasm going. His open mouth allowed your piss to roll from his chin to his t-shirt and all the way down to stain the floor. A few drops made it passed his cock, which he gathered in one hand and lubricated to resume stroking himself, self-control be damned.

He guzzled each drop greedily, swallowing as much of it as he could as though he were dehydrated and you were a lifeline. There wasn’t as much of it as there was the first time, much to Mary’s dismay, but even still, he revelled at the salty and bitter taste, and continued to stroke himself quickly. He was so painfully hard and ready to cum, moaning wildly with each stroke and each drop swallowed. When your stream tapered off, you watched him lick his lips, pupils blown and a look of horny insanity on his face. You let him pull back and watched his Adam’s apple bob as he drank the remainder down.

“Fucking hell…” you said, breathlessly, getting on your knees and taking his length into your hand. “Was that good, baby?”

Mary nodded. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Yeah?”

He groaned at the feel of your hand tightening around his girth, stroking just as quickly as he did to begin with. “Fucking hell, yes!”

“We need to get you to cum, huh, baby? Been holding out on me for too long now.”

“Please.”

You hesitated for a second, but still continued to stroke. You wondered why Mary loved it so much - and if you ever could. Curiosity got the better of you, as it happened, and, along with your hand, you decided to just… “Do you think you could do it, too?”

Mary’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Think you could piss, too?”

Mary’s hips bucked. He was surprised enough that you indulged him today with his newfound curiosity - but now you were actively asking him to piss on you. Pissing with an erection was difficult, something he knew from the amount of times he decided he needed to go during either sex or playing with himself, but not impossible. So, with a dumb look on his face, he nodded, and continued to lose himself in the feeling of your warm hand rubbing your piss over his length.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, baby just like that! Don’t fuckin’ stop. It’s coming.” He told you suddenly, hips bucking wildly against your body. His hands clutched onto your wrist and your shoulder, and when his face contorted in pure pleasure, you allowed your eyes to drift from his face to his cock, just in time to watch the show begin. You aimed his cock towards his already soiled shirt, and continued stroking him through it.

At first, it was a small dribble that didn’t even reach his shirt, instead coating your hand. But the more you stroked and the more he concentrated, the stronger his stream became and poured onto his abdomen, hidden beneath the shirt. The dark grey, muscle tee, soiled with your urine on the chest, now became saturated with his. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth and muffled his moans, allowing the sound of his stream to overpower everything else. His grip on your body became tighter and tighter the longer the stream went on, clearly gaining a lot of relief from the feeling of both emptying his bladder at the same time you vigorously stroked his cock, very obviously wanting the reward at the end.

You were mesmerized by it, feeling the blood rush to your clit again and tingling with desire. If it weren’t for the threat of oversensitivity, you might even touch yourself again, and go for a third orgasm. But Mary’s pleasure came first now.

Mary couldn’t keep himself to himself anymore, the hand on your shoulder moving to the back of your neck and pushing your head towards him, capturing your lips in a needy kiss, all tongue, and teeth, and desperation. You could taste the bitterness of your own piss still on his tongue, however faintly it appeared, and it caused you to whimper into his mouth. That whimper was what tipped him over the edge.

With his tongue down your throat, your piss all over his body and his on your hand, now lubricating your strokes, he came, muffled screams falling into your mouth as your hand got coated with his semen. His entire body shook with the force of his orgasm, his heartbeat racing like he’d just run a marathon and pale cheeks flushed with blood. He hissed at oversensitivity, the hand on your wrist stiffening to slow your movements down and eventually stop them altogether. “Fucking hell!” He breathed, teeth tingling from the numbness of his whole body.

“Good.”

He kissed you again with as much fervor as before. “So fucking good, baby, holy shit!” He started pressing kisses all over your face. “Thank you so much.”

“Well, you started it.”

“Would… would you be willing to do this again?”

“Absolutely.”

Mary grinned like the cat that got the cream, very clearly chuffed at what just transpired. He looked down at your hand, and saw just how messy it was. As you reached for a tissue, he stopped you, took your hand to his mouth and licked his cum off of it, tasting the two fluids together.

“I think we need a shower.” You told him, smacking his shoulder playfully when he waggled his eyebrows cheekily.

He sighed. “I think so, too. A very long… hot shower.”

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