ā” Żā . You Always Come Back (right?)
ā®āĖ xxXshadowl0rd420Xxx | skips x reader .āā±
ā summary: Skips can't stop wondering if you'll leave him for good. So, he pulls you close and makes you promise- over and over again- that you're his forever ā¦
ā warnings!: female reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, shameless smut with feelings, possessive and clingy skips, SLIGHT mention of stalking/mastrubation, creampie, porn with no plot basically, established relationship ā¦
ā authorās note: hi guys can you tell I donāt write a lot lmao + this is crossposted on my ao3 ! (the format is better there imo)
No matter how much you tried to tell him, Skips wouldnāt believe you. He couldnāt. Not when youād leave him every morning, and only visit him at night. It hurt him. It physically hurt so badly that he wanted you, needed you, but could never keep you with him. āSkips, itās fine,ā you tried your best to assure him. āFor you it is!ā He cried, āEvery time you leave me I have to wonder if youāll even come back.ā It pained you to see him like this, how his brows knit together in sorrow, all at the fault of your own.
āWhy do you have to go in the morning? Whyā¦Why canāt you just be a shadow and stay with me? ā He begged, noticeably closer to you now. āSkipsā¦ā you started, running your fingers through his long black hair, to which he groaned softly. āWe both know itās not that simple.ā You whispered, trying to get him to understand on any level.
Before you could say another word, he pulled you in for a kiss. Merely a peck before he stammered, āFuck- Iām sorry. I justā¦youāre soāā You shut him up by pressing your lips to his, deeper. One that set off whatever was spewing inside the two of you all this time. He groans into your mouth, low and needy, like heās been starving for this (he has). His hands hold your face ever so gently, before moving lower and lowerā¦Down your neck, shoulders, gripping at your hips. You can feel his heart beating against your own chest. Fuck.
A string of saliva connects your mouths as youāre forced to pull away for air. By now, you and Skips are panting hard, holding onto each other like your lives fucking depend on it. āMy penumbraā¦ā Skips mutters, and you sigh. That name always did it somehow. A whine escapes your throat on its own and Skips chuckles. His lips are on yours again, tongue roughly exploring your mouth as you both rush to take off your clothes.
Once youāre left bare, Skips pupils are blown wide and you swear he swallows his drool. āJust look at you, penumbra. The most beautiful woman alive.ā Oh god, you couldnāt possibly have gotten wetter at his words. Skips brings his hand down to your sex, barely ghosting a finger at your slit. Your back arched as you whimpered, āOh fuck, Skips please . I need you.ā His hips bucked ever so slightly as he choked out a, āSay it again- please, please say it again for me.ā Who were you to deny his sweet begging? āAh- I need it, Skips, I need you. Need you inside me now pleasepleaseplease,ā
With that, he thrusted into you with the greatest sound youād ever heard in your life. āYouāreāmnhā so f-fucking tight.. all for me, huh?ā He moans and lets out a little shaky laugh, like heās almost in disbelief of how incredible you always feel. You gasped beneath him, grinding your hips like youāre still so desperate for more, before mewling out, āShit⦠Skips, please moveā c-come on,ā
You didnāt need to tell him twice. He pushes into you unbelievablely deeper, relishing at the way you hissed in the amazing pain of the stretch. āNghā my penumbra,ā he pants, thrusting in and out of you before leaning down to kiss you once again. He swears he could actually die on your lips, tasting you, feeling you like this. āYouāre mine , mmf⦠say it.ā he whispers against your lips, and you nod hard, strings of yesyes,imyours,pleasedontstop leaving your lips.
āIāll never let you go, youāll be my penumbra forever,ā he sighs into your neck, although youāre not sure if heās telling you or convincing himself that. That didnāt matter. The only thing that seemed to matter was how warm and wet you were inside, how intimately he made love to you, how mesmerizing it looked between where your two bodies connected. āYou feel.. so good.. Like youāre just made for this, made for me .ā He practically pleaded. Oh, Skips. Why, why must it be this way?
Youāre knocked out of your thoughts by Skipsā hand reaching down where you united, rubbing your clit in gentle circles. You squirm and moan hotly at the sensation, hands tangling in his hair, nails dragging down his back, like you donāt know where to put themā and you donāt, because you need to touch him everywhere. Where had he learned to do something like that? Probably when he watches you, when you think youāre all alone, late at night, hand sliding under your waistband as you make the sweetest soundsā which is unimportant at the momentā¦
Skips thrusts become sloppier, his pace uneven. Your heart fluttered at the way he moaned your name, just a little higher. Fuck, you knew what this meant and you couldnāt wait any longer. āPenumbraā Iām gonna come, fuck , Iām gonna come inside you, where it belongs,ā He tells you, ā Come with me.. please, ā As if Skips commanded it himself, you feel the knot of pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach, getting harder to hold back untilā
Fuck. Skips comes in you, hard, likeā heās trying to get you pregnant or something. You cry out as your orgasm comes crashing with his, creating a gushing mess between you. He pants and desperately whines your name as he makes sure to fuck all of his seed into you. You writhe under him, absolutely fucked out, seeing stars.
All that can be heard is your panting and his ragged breathing. It's beyond intimate, how you two hold each other in the softest way. āI love you, Skips. Okay? Weāre both trying our best here.ā You assured him with a kiss. Skips pulls you closer to him and sighs, āI love you too.ā













