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Pairing: Remmick x Fem!Reader - One Shot, A.U. (No Beta)
A.N.: Porn with no plot. Please enjoy! Kudos are appreciated. Thank you in advance to those who take the time to read! 🖤❤️
Content Warnings: MDNI, 18+, Edging (Remmick), Handjob, Oral (Male Receiving), Thighjob, Footjob, Pussyjob, PiV, Creampie, Cowgirl, Slightly Subby Remmick (if you squint).
W.C.: 2.1k
Summary: Remmick agrees to let you edge him however you'd like for Valentine's Day.
He quickly lay on the bed, his head slightly propped up on the pillows. Eyes glowing in anticipation, fangs slightly exposed. You tossed him a shirt, then instructed him to use it as a makeshift blindfold. He swiftly tied it around his head, directly over his eyes.
You gently climbed onto the bed till you were between his legs, his head followed your movements as he relied on his other senses now.
Then, using your nail, you dragged it from the base of his cock to the aching, flushed tip. His whole body jerked, and fingers flexed at his sides. Like he was about to grab you. He moved them to the headboard and gripped it tightly.
Slowly, you wrapped your hand around the base, lightly squeezing. Not stroking or moving, just holding it firmly. A soft growl escaped him.
"Which do you want first? Thighs, feet, boobs, hands, or mouth?" You asked flirtatiously.
He groaned, head falling back against the pillows, hips twitching slightly in your grip.
“You’re askin' a starvin' man if he wants cake, wine, or godhood,” he said hoarsely, trying to laugh, failing. “You know I want all of it.”
You waited.
Patient and amused.
He swallowed hard, cock twitching again in your hand, and spoke through clenched teeth. “Mouth... Please.”
The second your lips brushed the tip, warm and slick, his fingers tightened around the headboard with a sharp creak of wood.
His thighs twitched.
He shuddered.
Your lips teased the most sensitive part of him, placing gentle kisses before your hand started to move.
Slow strokes. Deliberate. Cruel.
The kind of motion that didn’t satisfy, only promised.
His breath hitched.
He moaned, quietly, shamefully. The kind of sound he would’ve never let anyone else hear.
But for you?
For you, he was already undone.
Another slow stroke. Another kiss. Another heartbeat closer to madness.
You pulled back to blow on the sensitive skin, throbbing and flushed.
“F-fuck—!” He gasped, hips jerking upward without permission, the moment your breath ghosted over his messy tip.
You ran your tongue from base to tip, focusing more on the underside. Flicking the area slowly. He groaned and thrusted upwards, rubbing the precum against your cheek accidentally.
You smiled and wiped it away before increasing the pace of the hand that was stroking him, at medium speed.
He was panting now, hips barely moving, thighs tense and twitching, arms flexed from how tightly he was gripping the headboard.
“F-fuck—” He gasped. “Please—don’t stop—don’t stop—I’m close, I’m so—Gods—”
That was just your hand and tongue. You haven't even really gotten started yet, and he was already crumbling.
As soon as he said he was close, you immediately stopped. Your hand released him, and you watched in fascination as he twitched nonstop for a full minute before his cock eventually settled, resting against his stomach.
Watching him struggle was too much fun.
You moved up onto his lap to align his cock between your thighs. He cursed as he realized what you were doing. "I want you to fuck my thighs, you can hold them together while you do if you'd like. But you can't touch anywhere else. Understood?"
He was breathing heavily, and you could feel the heat from his throbbing cock between your legs.
“Yes—yes,” he growled, eagerly grabbing your thighs to hold them together tight. “I understand.”
His jaw clenched as he started to thrust—slow at first. His breath turned ragged, forehead slightly damp, thighs tense.
“Fuck, feels like you’re milkin' me,” He rasped, barely hanging on. “So warm... You’re gonna ruin me.”
And the best part?
You could tell he loved every second.
"Good, just make sure you stop before you cum, or we start over." You warned smugly. He immediately growled loudly; it vibrated through both of you.
He started slow at first, basking in the new sensation. You could feel yourself growing wetter as you watched with a lustful gaze.
His pace increased gradually as he found his rhythm. The sound of his hips slamming into your thighs filled the room as he went harder. Desperate for a release he couldn't have.
You felt his cock throb, sliding slick and flushed between your thighs that were sticky with his precum. He was getting dangerously close to grinding against your cunt. You moaned softly as you watched your arousal starting to coat his cock, sticky, warm and impossible to ignore.
“Smell so damn good—you’re so—warm—shit—”
His voice was a strained whisper now, pleading and broken between thrusts.
“Please…tell me when to stop…I-I’m close…Gods, please don’t make me ruin it…”
Now there's an idea. Maybe for another day.
"Stop," You instructed. His hips halted, but he continued to buck uncontrollably. You moved off his lap back between his legs again, watching as he throbbed and leaked onto his stomach.
You started stroking him again at a steady pace, making sure to focus on the sensitive underside. He cursed and groaned as his body moved on its own. You stopped again, laughing softly as he whimpered.
Then, you crawled up towards his face to kiss him, the fabric of your clothes accidentally brushing against the sensitive tip. He moaned against your lips as you pulled away.
You sat between his thighs with your legs extended in front of you so your ankles rested on his upper thighs. You teasingly caressed the skin, but intentionally avoided where he really craved to be touched.
Slowly, you rubbed the sole of your left foot along his cock. He growled, hips bucking, the heat of you smearing precum with every stroke.
“F-fuck...” He hissed through clenched teeth, gripping the headboard so hard you thought it might crack. “That’s not—fuck, that’s not fair—”
But you didn’t care.
You kept going.
Kept rubbing him with the sole of your foot, torturing him with softness and rhythm as his breath hitched again. His abs tensed, balls tightened. Then, without warning, you used both feet, stroking him at a languid pace.
He was about to cum.
Immediately, you stopped and quit touching him. A soft, desperate moan escaped him as his body went through the routine of trembling and leaking. You patiently waited a few minutes before touching him again.
This time, you licked up the precum on his stomach, not caring if you touched his throbbing cock.
He gasped. His whole body jerked like you'd electrocuted him.
“Darlin',” He moaned, voice cracking. “I’m not gonna survive this.”
But he didn’t ask you to stop.
"You're doing so well, Remmick." You praised and kissed him deeply before leaving a trail of kisses down his body. Until you reached his cock.
You gently blew on it.
He shouted, hips jerking off the bed again, a strangled sound breaking free from deep in his throat.
“Please—” He rasped, voice shredded and near begging, “please let me feel you again...anything...your mouth, your thighs, your fuckin' teeth, I’ll take whatever you give me, just don’t leave me like this, not now.”
You smiled wickedly and rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't see you. "So dramatic..."
He was leaking again. Dripping. Twitching with every breath.
But still obedient.
You almost felt sorry for him.
You lay on your stomach, so your face was close to his cock before firmly gripping it with your right hand at the base.
His body trembled as you wrapped your lips around the head and flicked your tongue against the sensitive spot repeatedly.
He bucked uncontrollably, more aggressive than ever before. You moved your hand and let him fuck your throat, gagging around his girth, making sure to pull away just before he got close to finishing.
A raw, violent moan escaped him as his cock throbbed and pulsed in the open air, twitching so hard it looked like it hurt.
He couldn’t stop shaking.
Not even as he collapsed back into the bed, chest heaving. He was fucking feral beneath you as he trembled. Gasping and twitching violently as you used him, controlled him, ruined him in perfect, deliberate increments.
"Time to increase the stakes," You said before straddling his lap and sitting on his cock so it rested between your soaked folds. He moaned at the sensation of warmth and wetness coating his cock.
Slowly, you ground down, moaning softly into his ear as he bucked beneath you. His hands gripped the headboard, causing cracks to form in the wood.
You went at an achingly slow pace. The feeling was good, but the pace wasn't enough to get him anywhere. His sensitive head constantly rubbed your clit, making you occasionally moan as it dragged.
You lifted your hips at the last second, leaving his cock twitching in open air, wet and throbbing just below your entrance.
He screamed.
A real, broken sound as his body seized and spasmed, leaking between your thighs without release.
He was still holding the headboard, knuckles white, arms shaking, back arching beneath you as he whimpered.
“Please… please let me finish inside you, please! I need you so fuckin' bad.”
"Tempting, but no." You replied playfully. Feeling generous, you decided to remove his blindfold. You could tell he ached to touch you as his fingers reached, but he hesitated.
"Can I touch?" He asked, his voice ragged. "Please..."
"You may touch," You said before lowering your hips against him to grind into him again.
His hands flew from the ruined headboard to your thighs, gripping them like he'd been starving for centuries.
You ground down onto him again, slick folds sliding along his cock with that same unbearable friction. Warm, wet, teasing, and you both moaned in unison.
His head fell back, lips parted, fangs peeking out as he groaned from deep in his chest.
He rocked his hips up into yours with each grind, hands roaming from your thighs to your waist, gripping your hips as if to anchor himself there. His fingertips dug into you. He couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t not worship you now that he had permission.
“You’re gonna destroy me,” He rasped, dragging his mouth across the swell of your chest.
Every thrust of your hips along his cock made him twitch, pant, leak all over again, the tip of him catching on your clit every time in a way that made you both jolt.
He was close. Again.
You stopped moving and sat there, letting your warmth and wetness cover him as he twitched crazily beneath you. After a few minutes, you lifted your hips, gripped his shaft and guided his tip to your entrance.
You didn't anticipate him bucking into you, barely pushing the tip inside. He cursed as you moaned softly. You froze and didn't move. Letting him stay there.
Once he settled again, you slowly sank down onto him until he was buried to the hilt, gently rocking on top.
His head fell back, mouth open in a silent moan as his cock pulsed deep inside.
And then you lifted your hips...
“No—!” He gasped, hips straining to chase you, even as he trembled beneath you like a live wire.
Just the tip, barely inside.
You waited until the twitching subsided.
Until he was at his most ruined.
Then you slammed back down, harder, faster than before.
“FUCK—!” He shouted, voice cracking as your warmth swallowed him whole again. His hips bucked instinctively, your name falling from his lips like a curse, a prayer, a confession.
You increased the pace, riding faster. His fingers dig into your hips as he starts to match your pace. Burying himself as deep as possible.
“F-fuck, I’m gonna—” He growled through clenched teeth, his grip on your hips turning brutal as he fucked up into you, eyes burning red and locked on your face.
His head snapped back, fangs bared, hands flying from your hips to your back as he slammed into you one final time—and came so hard his eyes rolled back.
He roared, voice cracking from the force of it, cock buried so deep inside you it felt like he might shatter from the inside out. He pulsed again and again, spilling into you with violent, shaking waves of pleasure, holding you tight against him like he never wanted to let go.
His whole body convulsed beneath you, every muscle locking, twitching, every growl spilling from his lips raw and hoarse.
You leaned over him, placing gentle kisses along his jaw as he lay beneath you. His chest heaving with oxygen he no longer needed. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close against his chest.
Remmick's hold on you suddenly tightens, "I'm definitely gonna get even... Just so you know, mo chroí."
The threat and promise in his tone sent a chill down your spine. Your pulse quickened with excitement and anticipation.