sloooooooowly working up to fisting someone
making sure every moment is drenched in lube, teasing and circling their opening until they’re all but begging for you to do something, anything.
gently slipping in the first finger, tight heat gripping you as you push in farther and farther. watching your finger disappear all the way to the knuckle, coaxing them open so sweetly. the pathetic noises they make as you force them to be patient and take what you give them.
finally pulling out to a whine, slapping their thigh in warning before lubing up again and pressing in with two fingers. finding that textured spot that makes their breathing hitch and focusing there, until their moans become incoherent.
a third finger finally makes them tense around you slightly, the stretch a bit more this time. taking the time to properly fuck them open, listening to the way the lube makes those slick, wet noises as you rock your hand into them.
your pinky doesn’t take much to add, and the way they respond sounds like music to your ears. every panted breath, every “oh, fuck”, how they clench around you with every press inward.
when your thumb begins to trace their hole gently, their entire body tenses in expectation. instead, you keep twisting, stroking the opening again and again, feeling the muscles give beneath you. the widest part of your hand starts to slip in all on its own, the wetness of the lube helping ease the way until finally - your entire hand is inside of them.
the deep, animalistic groan they give, the way they flutter around your hand, the obscene noise as your slick hand moves inside of them, the visual of it all? you can’t help but speed up the pace, relishing in the way they strangle your hand inside of them.
“that’s it, sweetheart. lean up on your hands for me, i want you to see how well you’re taking me.”
when they peer between their legs at you, at the way your hand moves inside, at the feral grin that tips your mouth, at the way they’ve enveloped you up to your wrist - the “oooohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck” that leaves their mouth is nothing short of a revelation.
you’ve always told them that they’d look so good spread open like this. and you’re never wrong.
