Wasp male x moth female reader
CW: Insectoid, multiple limbs, biting, breeding, claiming, impact play.
Gods he’s so cute. You hear yourself think. Vespid is asleep in his usual position, arms curled underneath him as his wings hum gently. As you continue working at your laptop, you feel arms wrap around your waist and intense buzzing as he tries to lift you up. “What are you doing?” You ask him, giggling. “Hmmmm, sleep, you.” He mumbles. He sounds like he’s barely awake. “Im working right now hun,” you tell him. “I’ll come to bed in a minute.” “Nooooooooooooooo.” He whispers. “Sleep now, sleep good.” After a minute, he gives up and hovers back to bed. He keeps staring at you like a dog who hasn’t been fed for ten whole minutes though. “I can feel you looking at me.” You tell him. “You just look so gorgeous,” he replies. “I can’t help it.” You chuckle. “You’re about as subtle as a poorly written porno, you know?” He gasps, over dramatically. “How could you ever say such hurtful things?” You laugh. “My heart is positively broken.” “Okay Shakespeare.” You state with as much sarcasm you can.
It’s been four hours since you started working. About 20 minutes were spent actually designing the website. The rest of it was spent with him between your legs. Bite marks and claw indents cover your shell as he fucks you speechless. “Ah, ah, ahn, mf, fuck.” Is all you can muster. The sound of his hips slamming into you over and over again is driving you insane. He’s been absolutely railing you for hours. Doggy style in front of the bathroom mirror. And gods does he know how to make it feel good. His claws digging into your hips, and another hand pulling your hair making sure, “You watch as I ruin you.” Fuuuuuuck thats good. You can’t help but cry out as he smacks your ass. “Gods, I love you.” He whispers, driving you to ecstasy. “Badly written porno, huh?” Shit. “You know, I don’t think I like this new job of yours.” Fuuuuck. “I think you should stay with me forever.” Gods, hes gonna do it. “I want to, nhgg, keep you.” He’s gonna cum. “All for myself, nobody else.” You can feel him getting faster and faster. “I want to take you home with me.” “Make you into my toy.” And with that he finishes, and it feels like liters of cum are being pumped inside you.
Your legs convulse as another orgasm ripples over you. They almost feel numb from what felt like days of being slamfucked into your mattress. “What do you think?” He asks. “About what?” You somewhat confusedly reply. “Am I still a badly written porno?” He grins like a tiger having cornered a deer. “Or do you need more ‘material’ to help you make your decision?” You whimper slightly. “More.” “You sure?” He asks. “Need more.” You moan. “Need more now.” “If you say so.” And you find yourselves staying awake until two am. With you praying to every god ever conceived that you don’t pass out before he finishes again.
