#x taller reader

[wyervan]

*charlie brown adult talking noises*

he’s listening intently to every word

[szynkaaa]

I think that would sum up their travel-relationship pretty well.

[padsmoony04]

I would climb him like a clingy koala

[mncxbe]

EYES DON'T LIE

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒂/𝒏: the new chapter hello?? i loved it so much. tbh i never know how to write fyodor but oof i just had to. anyway, hope you like it. cw: mild angst, fyodor being a softie, bsd spoilers

It's been weeks since you last saw those deep, violet eyes, weeks since Fyodor was taken, once again, to a far away place. was he back in Russia again? or maybe he was still in Japan, hiding in one of his safehouses, or maybe this time he was actually dead. he never told you anything before leaving, so you're left wondering and during those cold, sleepless nights that's all you have: your haunting thoughts.

despite your worry, you miss him dearly. you miss threading your fingers through his raven hair at night, listening to him talk about little nothings– his cold fingertips tracing patterns on your skin. "you know i love you, right?" you'd ask and he'd smile, ruffling your hair. "i know, myshka. and i do too" if he knows you love him, why does he always leave you behind like this?

worry consumes you, your mind firing images of his body laying in some makeshift grave at the side of the road, of Nikolai showing up at your doorstep, telling you that your lover wasn't coming back. you try your best to push these thoughts away, to lock them somewhere in an imaginary drawer in the back of your mind but they keep coming back. especially at night

fighting back tears, you roll over to the side and gaze out the window, searching for a distraction, but the painfully empty side of the bed next to you serves as a cruel reminder of your predicament. you turn to the other side, pulling your knees up to your chest and reaching for the pillow that served as his replacement during the past few weeks. the material feels soft against your skin as you bury your face in it and inhale deeply. there's only a faint trace of his scent left, but it's enough to bring back all the memories you have together, so you hug the pillow closer to your chest, holding onto it as if it's your lifeline and you cry and cry and cry.

you don't even realize that you fell asleep until the sound of your bedroom door sliding open wakes you from your slumber. you stir, propping yourself up on your elbow as your eyes flutter open. it's hard to see anything through the darkness of the room, but you manage to make out the contour of a person at your doorstep. "um... hello?" you ask warily, shifting closer to the edge of the mattress. but all your worries slip away when you recognize the voice of the man before you.

"that's an awful reaction to waking up to a man inside your room, myshka" the person muses, stepping into the sliver of light that seeped inside the bedroom through the window. despite your hazy vision, you can make out some of the man's features– the thin line of his lips, the arch of his brow and those piercing violet eyes you'd recognize in a thousand lives. Fyodor, he's back.

"fedya..." you say weakly, too stunned by his sudden appearance to muster up anything else. for a moment, it occured to you that you were dreaming, but the pressure in your skull and the stinging feeling in the back of your throat serve as proof that you're wide awake. you watch him slowly making his way towards the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sits next to you.

with a deft hand, Fyodor brushes the stray strands of hair from your face, tucking them behind your ear. "i missed you, my love" he smiles and you know the voice belongs to him but you have the feeling something changed.

his touch feels strange, foreign, his fingers are more calloused and he seems... taller? the clothes he's wearing are different too but they somehow fit him perfectly. a cold shiver runs down your spin and you feign away from his touch, clutching the duvet.

a twinge of pain flashes across Fyodor's features at your reaction. of course, you didn't know yet. he never confided in you about his ability. still, he hoped that you'd simply be happy to see him. "myshka..." he sighs, reaching for your hand and giving it a light, reassuring squeeze "it's me"

you're left dumbfounded by his words. how can it be him? that's not his body, not his scent, not his touch. "but... how?" you ask in that same strained voice and Fyodor's heart sinks. you're hurting, he can tell, you need time to adjust to this new discovery but he wasn't going to give that to you. he's been away for far too long and he was too selfish of a man to deny himself your comfort.

"my dear, i want you to trust me. i'll tell you everything tomorrow, but let's just rest tonight" he reassures you, discarding his black cloak on the floor before joining you in bed, his arms wrapping around your waist. you try to scoot away from his foreign embrace but he doesn't let you, shushing you with a chaste kiss to your temple. "don't run away from me. we've been apart for too long" he pleads and you comply, despite the nagging feeling of uncertainty.

your drowsiness is long gone now and you simply lay in his arms, trying to understand what's going on. your heart is telling you that this is Fyodor, but your rational mind has a hard time piecing together the puzzle. this body doesn't belong to him– he feels different, but it's somehow still him.

he's always warned you that you'll go through some weird things if you date him, but this certainly isn't something you expected. still, you're too worn out by countless sleepless nights and worries to think about this now, so you close your eyes, relaxing your body and mind.

as time passes, you ease into his embrace, finding solace in his closeness. in the dark of the night, you are once again listening to his velvety voice. he whispers apologies and i love you s, his hands carefully caressing your body and you're more and more convinced that it's truly him. if you think about it, though justified, your initial aversion was silly.

so what if he has a different body? it's still your Fyodor. you trust that he'll tell you everything tomorrow and you'll finally be able to put those agonizing weeks behind and go back to your life together. alas, hope. good days are about to come.

[andersonfilms]

eighteen+

“you’re such a good girl, baby. taking my cock like it was made for you.” ellie is forced into looking at the mirror in front of her, your strength bending her over the bathroom sink as you fuck her to submission.

every slap to her supple ass turns her brain in to mush, ellie’s pelvis slamming against the sharp granite each time you fucked into her fills her cunt with delight. strong hand pinning your girlfriend’s tattooed arm behind her back only makes her slump, cheeks pressed coldly into the countertop.

“poor sweet els. you’re being a good girl now, but you were flirting with the waitress all night. batting your gorgeous green eyes, letting her touch your arm, calling her pretty right in front of me.”

ellie knows she won’t last much longer, it’s too much. sinfully sensational in the way you’re fucking her, clit is throbbing so intensely it’s nearly painful; there’s nothing to think about but you.

just when the pit of ellie’s stomach starts to contract, your pace becomes agonizingly slow. “what? you really thought i was going to let you come so easily? bad girls don’t get to come, not after tonight.”

“what’s going to happen is you’re going to keep looking in the mirror, you’re going to watch me fall apart from fucking you and if you do come? i’m not touching you for a week. got it, brat?”

you’re waiting for a response. ellie happily gives it to you.

“yes mommy.”

[cheesecakethots]

The soft smile on Chrollo’s lips quickly forms into a smirk. He debates whether he should reveal himself yet, but decides against it, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You’re too cute for your own good.

You’re too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to notice his presence, wearing that dark black coat that’s usually on him. It’s much too long for you, scraping against the floor with each little turn you do.

He sighs, seating himself on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Might as well get himself comfortable, as this is ten times more entertaining than anything he’s ever seen.

You spin around, probably to watch the coat twirl with you, but mid-spin you catch sight of him and almost topple over.

He’s watching you with a fist propping his chin up, eyes soft and relaxed, and the sight has your chest feeling constricted.

You press a hand over your beating heart, panting a little while embarrassment settles in your bones. God, he’ll never let you live this down. He had told you he was out for the day, you didn’t expect him to be back until much later, the lying bastard.

“You- You could’ve said you were there!”

Chrollo chuckles, his tone as gentle as always, “But why would I interrupt such a lovely moment? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”

Despite the innocence in his words, you can practically smell the smugness wafting off of him.

“Don’t read too much into it!” You blabber out, quickly shrugging the admittedly comfy coat off of your shoulders, “I was just curious, okay? It looked super warm.”

He grins, “Curious?”

Fucking asshole.

You take off the coat, holding it up to him, “You can have it back. It reeks of you anyway, I don’t want it.”

The spider doesn’t say anything or even move from his seat, instead simply raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, and lifting a hand up as a signal for you to come over and pass it to him.

Your eyes narrow. “Nuh-uh. You come get it. I’m not your maid.”

His smile widens. “While I must admit the imagery of you in said uniform is… pleasing, I’m not treating you as such. I’m comfortable here, and you’re the one who got it out, aren’t you, darling?”

The gaze that’s locked onto you is full of amusement, and two of his fingers beckon you forward.

With a glare and eventual sigh, you move closer, still holding the coat out. “There, you can grab it now, you laz- ah!” Your words are cut off when his hand reaches out like some snake attempting to wrap around helpless prey, latching onto your arm and tugging you into his lap. He catches the coat that slips out of your hands, holding it up with one for you to see.

“There, now I have it.”

“You pervert!” You cry out, legs kicking to no avail. The man laughs, unwavered by your petty struggles as he lays a hand to rest atop one of your thighs and leans closer so that he can whisper in your ear, “Oh, if only you knew.”

His mouth quickly lands on your neck, laying passionate kisses down it. You feel your face grow hot, especially when a quiet moan leaves him, his hands holding you all the more closer.

“Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deep and lustful, “you should consider wearing only the coat.”

You’re not sure if you want to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.

[seiwas]

boyfriend iwaizumi hajime fixing your posture every time he sees you hunched over and slouching—the way he holds your shoulders and straightens it by rolling it back, thumbs pressing into your shoulder blades.

he gently pushes your lower back whenever he notices you curling into yourself, runs his fingers up your spine too.

and he does it all quietly, your only warning the feel of his hands on you.

it’s almost like he has a radar for it, some posture-sense that tingles every time your back is anything but straight.

when you complain about back pain, he snorts, mumbling a ‘wonder why’ before coming over to knead out the knots anyway.

he buys you an ergonomic chair to hopefully help out, even leaves x-rays and scans of bad backs lying around to give some subliminal message of what could happen if you don’t fix it now.

and when he takes you from behind, pushing down on your lower back to give him that arch he likes, he’s teasing, telling you that you only seem to listen when he has you like this.

he’s really starting to think, should he start fucking you with your back straight?

[cruxxio]

"Matty!!" "Not my fault you're too short, Princess." (x)

[magicislikelove]

!Sex Mention, Suggestive!

Shower sex but riding the guy while he lays on the shower floor and every time he gets close and starts thrusting up the water under his back makes fart noises and you both start giggling and have to start over because the laughing distracted him.

That guy is Soap btw.

@xoxunhinged

This seems like it'd be something you would write tbh

[nihtscada]

Jason Todd is still not towering over you bbg😔 I'd use him as an arm rest

I SHATTER DELUSIONS @solar-wing

[yuri-is-online]

Consider: A Jade/Yuu bit where there's a dance competition and Yuu knows they have it in them to win, they're really good at some of the dances from their world, they just... Need a partner. Someone who isn't gonna question where these dances came from (Earth), why Yuu learned them (for an old crush), or what Yuu wants the money for (Ramshackle, it's Ramshackle). Problem is, Yuu's kinda tall so they know the lead parts of the dances but aren't practiced at the follower parts. They can teach them but muscle memory makes it hard to do them, plus the need to find someone taller than them if Yuu is gonna follow. Yuu ends up going to Azul and offers up half the prize money if he can find someone discreet to dance with them. The thought is that Azul is pretty short, right?? He'd probably do it. Only, Jade has a crush (the pining is real) and Azul likes living so he passes the job onto Jade. Yuu's annoyed but Jade is outwardly calm, collected, and willing to follow their every order so even if Jade's taller than them, he still makes for a decent follower. Yuu's forward behavior is a surprise to Jade, he hadn't realized they were so confident, but he's enjoying himself and putting his all into helping Yuu win. After hours at the lounge, he'll practice both lead and follower parts, running through the step sequences on his own until they're perfect. Only problem is, Floyd sees this and he starts joining in, learning the dances from Jade and falling into the sequences faster than Jade ever could. It makes Jade feel territorial and a little inadequate, he and Floyd practically get into minor dance battles as Floyd enjoys learning and Jade tries to prove himself. With his hackles up, Jade's instincts to provide and protect his mate of choice kick in a little and he starts itching at having to dance follower. He wants to lead! He wants to win the competition for his crush, Yuu, not just be an accessory as they win. (It's so stupid, he knows it's stupid, but the eel is jealous and must be placated). Yuu and Jade get closer and on the day of the contest, Jade scrapes up the nerves to ask for an alternative payment if they win- a favor. Yuu agrees, curious and wanting the money, and the contest starts. When it gets to be Yuu and Jade's turn, things start off as planned but then Jade steals the lead smoothly, forcing Yuu to follow him. Furious, Yuu steals it back, then Jade dips them and sneaks it again, trying to show off as a courtship move. Back and forth, both so good at the dance that the trade in lead looks intentional, the judges are eating it up. Yuu storms off at the end of the dance and Jade follows, desperate and smitten, trying to call them back. Yuu shouts at Jade a bit, demanding to know why he screwed with the dance, Jade drags them into an impassioned kiss and gives an explanation, then apologizes, offering to give Yuu a sum of money if they lost due to his spontaneous actions. Yuu pauses, then asks for a favor instead. Jade hesitantly agrees, as Yuu still hasn't given him a response to his confession other than kissing him back. The winner is announced and Yuu and Jade don't win- but they do get second place and a smaller cash prize. Jade turns to Yuu, ready to apologize again, but Yuu just smirks, calling their favor. On Yuu's day of choosing, Jade will join them for a date and activity of Yuu's choosing, and it'll be on Jade's dime. Helplessly charmed at how it gives Yuu control but lets him provide as his instincts demand, Jade smiles back, already plotting on how he'll get back the lead this time.

hrg

Jade loves the unexpected, but he does not love to be at the center of it. He prefers the sidelines, like the ambush hunter he is he stays to the sidelines until he has unraveled enough of the unknown to make a strike. It's safe, and even if Azul makes complaints about it from time to time he never really feels like exposing him. And technically as Azul tiredly points out to him, that is not what he's doing here, not really. Jade already wants to kill whoever touches you on accident what was he expecting Azul to do?

For your part it's not like you didn't consider asking one of your friends to help. Epel is shorter than you and so is Riddle, but Epel doesn't really want to do the "girl's" part of the dance and Riddle... I feel like their might be some rule that makes him feel like he should be the one leading the dance, he's quite confident in his skills already as he's been to a bunch of formal parties but he's just so rigid about things. Asking Azul seems safer since he doesn't really care about the emotional side of things that can make him money, so why wouldn't you assume he'd jump at the offer? You were expecting him to negotiate for a steeper cut of the money, not to immediately break eye contact and sigh deeply.

"I'm busy that day." He isn't you'd checked long before asking. "But I'm certain Jade would be more than happy to oblige you, think of it as a favor to me. He could really use the chance to practice." You know better than to ask what he means, but still you wonder...

Jade loves the way confidence looks on you. He doesn't get to see much of it, so to find something that brings authority and happiness to your voice and for it to be a something he understands (conceptually anyway) makes him happy as well. You aren't exactly surprised at how well he follows, he's a keen observer as you well know, but it is strange to notice how well he observes you. He tells you he's been practicing and you can feel it in his steps, Jade delights in your little shocks and praises at his progress. Lives for it even, so when Floyd takes up practicing with him on something as flimsy as a whim he's enraged. Floyd is the better dancer, Jade has never faulted him for this until now, and to make matters worse he is better with his legs. Jade can feel you slipping from his grasp, and it drives him into further delusions of ways he can prove himself worthy to keep you. A moray's courtship dance would see him winding himself around you, couldn't that be seen as taking the lead? (He's also quite attached to that silly joke you made, something about the "leader always being right" because of the foot the led with) He does enjoy giving the illusion of control, a dark impulse to be sure but he does not see the need to change himself, only prove his worth.

"Of course you'd want that wouldn't you?" Favors and Octavinelle go hand in hand, so you really shouldn't agree to this but money likes to talk and it's favorite thing to do is encourage you to gamble. "So long as it isn't Ramshackle sure, I guess." Jade's lips quirk into a smile as he folds his hands.

"I'd never ask for that, this is meant to be a personal favor, not one for Azul." Jade has a rigid way about him that's similar to Riddle, but with a hint of playful flexibility you have come to really love appreciate while practicing with him. When you learned the dances you had pictured doing them with a certain someone... but never got the chance for one reason or another. Dancing with Jade feels natural.

So natural you barely notice when he takes the lead during a subtle change in the song until your eyes light on his grin and it takes everything you have not to let your anger crack through yours. You bring your weight to bear against him, molding your body into his so he can feel your demand for him to be good and follow which he has to take as a challenge, why else would he dip you in front of the judges when that had not been part of your choreography at all and why did they have to gasp in excitement? There's adrenaline pumping through your veins as a storm works itself up through the set and you barely keep yourself together to extract yourself and your dignity from that stupid eel so you can explode in peace but he follows.

"I should have known better than to agree to this, for fucks sake!" You barely hear Jade calling you over your own voice, barely see him reach for him through your own tears. "Did you think it was fucking funny to get my hopes up like this?! I was rooting for you, I WAS WILLING TO TRUST YOU AFTER EVERYTHING YOU-"

Jade steals the lead from your lungs, bringing you up into his embrace bracing your back against the wall as he kisses you. He kisses your tears, slow and with purpose apologizing with each breath he takes against the apple of your cheeks before an announcement that judging is about to conclude brings you both back to your senses.

"It was my instinct to display for you." The term is strange, but you think you understand what he means between the kisses and the dilation of his pupils. "I- do not wish to frighten you, or ruin your impression of me but please tell me you can see how I feel about you. I wanted to be the one to win this for you, and not be some accessory you could toss aside once you were done." He pulls away from the wall, takes your hand as he does to guide you back towards the front, pausing to hesitantly brush you knuckles with a kiss. I love you. You can feel him mouth the words against your hand, but he does not say them aloud. He's afraid. Yuu can feel it in the way he can't quite bring himself to directly look as he offers them the money they lost.

"Could I ask for a favor instead?" It doesn't quite feel like you speaking, the entire night's events are just too surreal. The very real way Jade stiffens next to you and the ashamed tone he agrees in brings you back down to earth, and tumbles you straight into the ocean when you tug on his tie to make him look at your grinning face when your "loss" is announced.

"You don't work on Saturday afternoons, right?" You love the way surprise looks on Jade, it's not something you get to see often, nor is what you can best describe as the hope he expresses as he hesitantly concedes that no he does not. "Good, then we can go on a date." He goes to open his mouth and you place your hand over it to shush him, trying very hard not to giggle too loudly or fluster at the knowing look of the judges still at their table. "I've got a great place picked out already, just bring yourself and your wallet." His entire body alights at the phrase, if you were under the literal water his happiness would be displayed for you in living technicolor and save him the need to verbally accept. But this is the land, so he gently takes you by the wrist and pulls you against his chest.

"Of course." He makes sure to bend as close to your ear as he can, mind already racing with how exciting this little game has now become. "I live to serve after all."

[twilovesshuake]

Levi: Y/n is tall for me to kiss her on the lips. Got any idea how could I kiss her then?

Hange: Tackle her!

Eren: Dump her.

Mikasa: Kick her on the leg!

Y/n: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down

[szynkaaa]

imagine after Sun Wukong has been revived, he slowly works on rebuilding Mount Huaguo back. As a king, he probably had other monkeys attending to him, including helping him put on the very detailed armour he has.

But after the revival, things are not back to the way it was before, but he needs to wear the armor to go on his kingly duty, probably held some speech how he is back etc.

So picture this, the great Sun Wukong struggling putting on the armor by himself. I like to imagine that the Companion (this is what I'm gonna call reader/OC/self-insert) passing by and seeing him struggling, and offers to help.

His headpiece goes on last, and just imagine the Companion having to get really close to his face to tie the bow under his chin. Sun Wukong is holding the headpiece on his head to make sure it is sitting correctly while they are concentrating very hard on making sure they are not tieing the knot too tight or too loose and Wukong is thinking how "have they always smelt this good???? and damn ok that is a cute face they are making when they are concentrating"

probably then lies about how the headset is not sitting correctly and lets the Companion redo it few times just so they can stay close like this for a bit longer.

The Companion eventually catches up on it and gives his chest and angry smack, which only ended with them hurting their hand because armor

[immortalityforthegoddess]

Can I ask for a request for Gun with a female reader who is taller than him. She loves cuddling him and showering him with affection.

Of course you can!

Gun x taller fem reader!

Also request are open! I write for almost anything and everyone!

Summer: Gun and Reader have been together for almost two years, reader is taller than gun by like 3 inches and loves giving him affection!

"Gun!~", reader shouted almost in a chirp as she comes in with bags of groceries. "Need help?", gun ask as he grabbed all the bags from reader.

"Aww! Thank you my short king~". Reader said as gun turned to her with a 'seriously?' Look on his face. "Don't call me that.",

He said as he began to put things away, "aww, but why not? You know I love you", you said you you came up from behind and put your hands around guns waist, cuddleing him.

"{Name} stop treating me like a damn child, it's only by a couple of inches.", gun stated clearly annoyed by the nicknames. "Is my tiney tiger annoyed?", Reader asked gun who stopped putting stuff away.

Turning around and now looking up at Reader, "Your fucking weird, you know that?" Gun said trying to hide the quiet chuckles threating to escape.

"Everythings put away {Name}." Gun said as he began walking to your guys shared room, "Thank you my short king!", you said flipping channel's earning a long sigh from gun.

"Hey {Name}," gun shouted from the bedroom, "Yea love bug!?", you careless shouted back waiting for a response, "I love you."

Than you heard the shower turn on, your heart stopped for a moment, processing what gun just said. You let a single tear slid down your face as you smile to you self, "I love you too, my short king!", you shout back.

You knew the nicknames you gave him didn't bother as bad anymore.

[thesecretmansion]

heyyy could you please write smth where remus is with a taller reader (think 5'10 or 5'9) and other girls are talkinga bout how she won't fidn love bc guys will be intimidated and then this absoloute GOLIATH of a man (remus) appears and like hugs her and the girls have to shut up. also could you please please make her a girly girl. Im so tired of tall girls always being portrayed as masculine.

thanks a tonnnnnnnn!!!

"I mean she's pretty sure but she is just… so tall"

"Yeah I mean what guy would want that"

"Brad told me that guys like short girls specifically ones at yknow what height"

You heard all of these comments but none really stuck out to you. They were all phrases that you had heard before throughout your life. You were above average and lived in a town with mostly below average girls which made you seem even more massive. The gaggle of girls picked up their volume as they got closer.

"It's a waste she doesn't play basketball"

You almost let out a snort at that one. You were highly uncoordinated when it came to sports. You had in fact been pushed into basketball when you were younger but when it became clear that it was not something you enjoyed, you dropped out.

"I wonder how tall she is exactly"

5'10. That's how tall you were, give or take a few centimeters. You checked the time. Remus was supposed to meet you at 3:30 and it was currently 3:45.

"And she wears heels to parties. She is SO brave"

"Right? I wonder where she gets her clothes"

They couldn't be serious. You felt your eyes roll. They were acting like you were some ginormous creature and not 4 inches taller than them. You checked your watch again.

"I just wonder how hard it is for her to find a boyfriend?"

You heard someone behind you call your name and as you turned you caught a brief glimpse of the girls mouths hanging wide open. There a few feet in front of you was your glorious boyfriend holding flowers.

Remus hustled to catch up with you and gave you a sweet hug. His arms were huge as they wrapped around you and you felt bad for the way his poor back had to bend in order to give you a proper hug.

"I got these for you as an apology", He blurted before you could say anything.

"Remus", you laughed as you accepted the flowers, "you could have just called"

"Yeah but...", He trailed off as he shrugged. You craned your neck up even further too look him in the eyes. You felt your eyes crinkle from your smile.

Your smile only got wider as he grabbed your hand to walk. And it didn't even twitch when you passed the group of girls who were talking.

"Is that her boyfriend? Crikey how tall is he?", an incredulous voice spoke up from the group.

"6'6", Remus called over his shoulder smirking as he did so.

They quickly turned as to make it look as if they weren't staring but you didn't even notice too infatuated with your Goliath of a boyfriend.

heyy. I hope you liked this. my writings a bit rusty but I swear this time that I will actually write anything you guys send in within reason. I got a bit carried away with the comments. I'm not that tall myself (5'5) but there was a girl at my hs that was 6'2 and I wanted to be her so badd. Also unrelated fun fact but ginormous isn't a real word. Its a combo of gigantic and enormous and was first used in ELF.

[redr0sewrites]

Pretty Boy (Sampo x Reader smut)

yall dont understand my feral urge to dom this man he is so fine i swear im normal but ohhhh myyyyy gooood

🥀CW: SMUT! this is filthy ngl i really want to peg him its not fair hes fictional. marking, hickeys and biting, rough rough sex, reader is sorta mean, dirty talk, sexy sampo

Sampo squirmed beneath you, your hands gripping tight enough on his hips to leave a generous bruise.

"please... please just put it in!" you had sampo bent over your desk, his hands scratching at the wood as he trembled. you were pressing so, so close to his entrance yet you were so, so far.

"do you really think you deserve it? you really think you deserve my cock after teasing me all day, even while i was working?" it was true, everyone knew sampo had a tendency to be irritating however he had been getting on your last nerve. all day he had been whispering the filthiest things in your ear, subtly brushing his hands in places that made you shiver, whimpering or moaning softly as you passed by only to pretend as if nothing happened.

"answer me doll, you know i dont like waiting," you say, yanking his hair back sharply to see his face. his expression was truly pathetic, eyes filled with tears and cheeks flushed a delicious red.

"i promise i'll be good, please, please i need you" his pathetic begging and whimpering only made you more aroused, and you decided to indulge him. you sunk your teeth into his neck, leaving a harsh bruise. you contine to mark him until you find a spot that makes his breath hitch. focusing in on that one area, you thrust into him fully and suddenly, and a shocked gasp which melted into a choked moan left his mouth. he leaned forward, his whole body was shaking in time with your thrusts. you wrapped a hand around to rest it on his lower abdomen, you could feel his muscles clenching and unclenching as you pounded into him harder.

"look at you, panting like a bitch in heat. where'd all that confidence go? did the little slut just need to get his hole fucked? your really so desperate for me, such a pretty little whore."

he let out a soft sob of pleasure, and you continued your assault on his neck, until he was whimpering and keening at the scrape of your teeth. his noises began to grow louder and louder, and you wrapped your hand around his hard dick. precum was already spilling from the tip, and he bucked his hips needily.

"im close, aah~ im close please, please let me cum" his pleas came out in between pants and moans, and you could feel his cock pulsing in your hand. you pushed him down further against the desk, fucking into him at a new position that allowed you to go deeper, hitting that special spot inside him.

"o-ohh please please, its so good please im gonna- im gonna cum aah~"

"dont you dare come until i tell you too," you say roughly, delivering a soft slap to his ass as he whimpers. you continue to thrust into him and you can feel his body begging for release. his cock is throbbing and his shoulder shake with every thrust of your hips. hes growing louder and louder, and his moans only spurred you on.

"go on, doll. release for me, dont you want to be good?" sampo nodded feverishly, bucking his hips harder against you. a few more harsh thrusts and he came suddenly, spurts of his cum covering the front of your desk. you gently sat him down in your leather chair that had previously been pushed aside, and admired your work. his hips were bruising in the delicious shape of your handprints, and his back was littered with hickeys and scratches from pushing him into the desk.

suddenly, you pushed him against the back of the chair, and his eyes widened as you wrap your hand around his cock. he was still coated in his own arousal, and you felt him begin to harden again in your hand.

"wha- what are you-"

"aw, you didn't seriously think i was done with you pretty boy, hmm?"

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