#fortune500

“i don’t wanna be away from you anymore,” he mumbles in a gravelly tone into your neck. finally, his hunger for you. you can feel it. he grips your torso with the strength of both arms and pushes you into his groin where you can feel his stiff-straight cock longing for release. 

“i’m here,” you pant. your breath hitches at his relentless grinding into you. “i’m yours. yours.” 

“mine,” he says, and it’s nearly a growl as he gets up from his chair with you in his arms, not needing so much as assistance from your limp body to carry you against him. he brings you to the bed and sets you down gently, and before he comes to hover atop you, his pants and boxers are gone. his head blushes and leaks as it drags along your thigh. there’s always a rush of something close to fear every time you see his cock, at knowing that you’ll be stretching and nearly splitting in order to accommodate his ridiculous size. and the way his impossibly thick arms come to brace his huge shoulders as he makes eye contact. but as soon as you see those eyes, you can’t possibly feel overwhelmed by any of his strength more than you can by the love that’s there. he kisses your cheek, your jaw, the bridge of your nose. 

“i don’t wanna be away from you again,” he murmurs, and there’s so much earnest. they’re not just words, they’re his deepest drive. and you see the way it’s eating away at him, even as he slowly pushes his tip through your soaking cunt. the stretch is so much, but knowing that it brings him relief is what makes it feel euphoric. your fingers flit up and down his arms and back and shoulder blades and leave goosebumps in their wake. 

“i know,” you breathe. “i know. whatever you want, i’ll do it.” 

the statement seems to hit a nerve as he pushes further into you, faster than he normally would for your sake. you cry out in surprise and hold onto the hard muscle of his shoulders. his thrusts are slow but purposeful, pushing against your cervix each time he bottoms out. 

“have my child.”

you gasp at his words, but the way you clench around him has already decided your response. you wrap your arms around him in an embrace, and he does the same, letting his upper body nearly collapse into you as he hugs you, lower half still pistoning in and out. 

“i will,” you whisper into his ear. “i will.” he turns his face into your neck and he’s grunting with effort and raw emotion as he gets closer and closer, and it’s times like these when he’s so wrapped up in you that he doesn’t have the mind to hold back so that your own orgasm can catch up, but you don’t care. you only want his pleasure, his seed, his love, and he’s spent all this time trusting you and learning to be vulnerable enough to give those things to you without fear. 

“gonna fill you up.” his voice is wobbly, a telltale sign of his approaching peak. you can only breathe out high-pitched affirmations as his thrusts become deeper, slower, sloppier, and finally, he’s grunting with a broken voice into your ear with one final bottoming into your warmth as he releases inside of you. you can feel the pressure and the wet of his cum in you, and there’s so much that it seeps out from around his cock as it’s squeezed by your lips. 

his forehead collapses against your collarbone. even his breaths are filled with emotions that you don’t push for him to detangle. not right now. you feel his hands come to your stomach and squeeze at the soft there. your hearts flutter in unison as the same thought, and you feel relief at knowing that you can bring reiner any semblance of peace.