Only Alts Allowed

"oh, god," lars pants. you can tell he's trying his hardest to be gentle. and even if you're okay with getting a bit rough, you're not sure he'd be up to that right now. "sweetheart, are you okay? does that feel good?" you nod.

now, you don't want to be too crude, but you're sure as hell hung up on the fact that he has a...generous size, so to speak.

to be honest, you expected that. he was a big, strong man, after all. and if the size of his hands were any indication, which, they were, you're not surprised to find yourself feeling a little too full of him. the momentary burning only making you ache for him even more.

even before, when he'd hold your hand, you couldn't help but be fixated on the way his hands swallowed yours. that, and the fact the rough texture of his hands helped that sharp edge that was hidden from the rest of the world.

and it's like he read your thoughts, with the way his right hand slide into yours, pining you to the bed. his other hand occupied supporting his weight besides your head. you bring your other hand to his jaw, delighted to feel the stubble forming there.

god, he just shaved this morning and there was already a beard forming. you don't know why but that turns you on more, squeezing him subconsciously. and he whimpers. you think this is the prettiest sound you've ever heard in your life. better than any record you've ever played. even better than hearing him call you sweet nicknames, you had to admit.

you pull him in, hoping he gets the hint that you want to kiss him. he does so with great effort. he kept missing your mouth, seeing as he was mainly focused on thrusting slowly into you.

he takes his hand away from yours, and before you get a chance to protest, he starts sliding it south, stopping at your clit, rubbing circles with his middle finger. you moan into his mouth, and you swear you can feel him smirking.

"that feels so good, please don't stop, lars..." you plead. you know how important it is for him to receive praise. and you give it to him unprompted. "you're so gorgeous, i love how you say my name," he tries to tell you between thrusts. you kiss him again as a reward. and he really wants to kiss you back, but he's basically unable, so he settles for kissing your forehead. "i love you, so much," he murmurs.

"i love you too, lars." you tell him. and he doesn't miss the gasp erupting out of you after you say, what was probably, his favorite words.

he thought nothing came close to hearing you say you love him. but to be honest, he was wrong.

nothing would ever even touch the moment in which you let go for him. with a silent moan, mouth agape, you feel your release overcome you. you're panting and babbling about how much you love him and about how good he makes you feel.

"jesus christ, lars, shit, i'm gonna—" you interrupt yourself with a moan. and in turn, he feels his orgasm incoming too.

truth be told, he thought he could come just from the view. but you were nice enough to let him do this. you loved him enough to let him be pleased by your beautiful body.

he moans, feeling the way your legs trap his waist, not letting him get farther from you. he stills his hand on your clit in order to intertwine it with yours again. he squeezes his eyes shut. and, while biting his lower lip, he's letting you know he's right on the brink of his release. and although you're a bit disappointed he mostly stayed silent, you think that's something you both can work on.

"you're close, right?" you ask him. "mhm, yeah" he breathes. and even in your post-haze, you ask something of him. "baby, come inside".

that's all he needs to spill inside you with a moan he swallows.

you encourage him to fill you, pressing little quick kisses wherever you could reach. his jaw, his hand currently holding yours. he stays put on top of you. catching his breath.

"i can't wait to do this forever with you." he whispers into your skin. and in turn, you play with his hair, kissing the top of his head. "me neither, sweetheart." you tell him.

Henry

God he would love watching you two fucking in the mirror opposite his bed.

You’re on your back and he’s on top of you, panting in your ear, letting out quiet moans. He has a hand on your tits and the other on your hip, holding onto you so tight you’ll definitely have bruises there later.

He looks up briefly as he sees a flash of light, noticing the mirror reflecting the window. Without a second thought, he pulls out of your pussy, flips you over onto your knees and slides his aching cock back in.

You moan at the new angle, and he grabs a fistful of your hair to pull your head up to look at the scene.

His eyes are dark and blown out with lust and hunger, almost primal. He uses your hair to pull you back, arching your back as he whispers into your ear:

“M’ baby is so pretty, isn’t she? Look at her. Taking my cock so well.”

Lars

The size difference between the two of you is not even a foot, but when he’s on top of you railing into you, you absolutely notice the difference.

You had told Lars you wanted to try having sex in front of a mirror one day, and he immediately went red and shy. He agreed to try it if it would make you happy.

Now, here you are, under your boyfriend as he presses you down into the mattress, watching his every move and watching how you respond. Your eyes are fluttering and losing focus at the amount of pleasure you’re feeling, his thick cock stretching you out so perfectly.

“Y/N- p-please look at me, wanna mm! Wanna look at y-you”

You open your eyes to see Lars, your gentle flower, with his arms on either side of you, his lips parted and eyebrows furrowed with pleasure, his thrusts getting faster as he chases his high.

He lets out a whimper as he cums, pressing deep into you, watching your face contort with pleasure as he fills you up with his cum, painting your pussy with his warm seed. He whines as he feels you flutter around him, your own climax waving over you.

He stays like that for a few minutes, just laying on top of you, cock softening inside you, making sure his cum stays warm and safe inside you.

Dan

He had done a few hits of his pipe, and you had almost finished your entire bottle of wine. You two ended up falling over each other, feeling the euphoric vibrations buzzing through your systems.

Dan is on top of you, fucking into you so fast and so deep into the couch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Stay with me, baby. Wanna see how fucking pretty you look right now all full of my dick?”

You hang your head over the couch, looking at the reflection of the tv, the scene illuminated by the lamps in the room. You moan at this, tightening around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. You like that? Can feel you getting close.”

He pushes your hips down into the couch, his nails digging into you, leaving you spinning with pain and pleasure. You cum all over him, and he spills into you, moaning loudly, hanging his head down into your neck and biting down as he stills inside you.

You both look at your reflections in the tv, laughing and catching your breath.

Holland

You and Holland just finished redecorating his room, finishing it off with a nice oak finish vanity for you to put your jewelry and makeup, since he loves watching you get all dolled up in the morning. It sits right across the room at the foot of the bed, the mirror round and gold rimmed. It’s absolutely stunning.

You were looking at it now, as a matter of fact, as Holland had you on your hands and knees, fucking into you. He’s looking at your perfect curves in the mirror, how your tits swing as he thrusts into you, your hair piled in a messy bun (easier to hold), and taking puffs off his cigarette as he holds your thigh with a tight grip with his free hand.

“Jesus, sweetheart, taking me so well. Love seeing how I fuck you. You’re watching too, yeah? God you’re so fuckin’ perfect like this.”

He finishes his cigarette with one long drag, puts it out on the ashtray on the bed next to your knee, and leans down to exhale the smoke right next to you. The cloud wafts over your vision, its intoxicating smell filling your lungs, he bites at your ear and you moan loudly, breathing in more of his second-hand smoke.

He places his hand gently around your neck as he starts to tilt himself back, signaling you to fall back into him. You sit back on his lap, still full of his cock, as he keeps his fingers around your neck, squeezing ever so gently, but just enough to send waves of pleasure through your body.

He looks over your shoulder into the mirror, thrusting up into you as you start to lose pace.

“Look at us, baby girl. We fit so perfectly together. ‘S like we were made for each other. Fit s-so perfectly ‘round my dick.”

You whine at his words, and look at yourself and him in the mirror, drinking in the scene before you.

He starts moaning louder, both his hands now pushing you up and down on his cock, and you cum with a loud moan, and he thrusts up into you one final time and cums inside your pussy with a groan. Both of you completely fucked out, he pulls out with a whine and lays down with you, pulling you in close, showering you with kisses and cuddles.

A/N I think I’m projecting my kinks a bit on these but y’know it was gonna happen at some point.