Sidemoonblue - Side Moon Blue

nanami adores being in your arms. especially on late nights when he’s exhausted from work. most times, you don’t even say much when he gets home— he doesn’t either. you laying on the couch, the tv shining so brightly with some tv show you couldn’t bother watching after he entered was how you were every time. you had been waiting for him all night. you couldn’t sleep without him.

on nights where neither of you wanted to say much, he’ll come in, strip from his coat and shoes, and walk towards the couch. you’ll open your arms without a word. it had become a routine after a while. you knew it wasn’t the healthiest but it got you too through the night. he would bury his head into your chest and sigh softly. you played with his hair as you mumbles a few words to him. “i missed you.” you didn’t need a reply because him being close to you, laying on your chest, holding onto you for dear life was enough of an answer for you— but still a soft voice whispered back to you: “missed you too.”

nanami loves being in your arms, but especially on nights like this.

— ( all around. )

ੈ✩‧₊˚ all over you, all over me…

PAIRING ༉‧₊˚. reiner braun x f!reader

SYNOPSIS ༉‧₊˚. reiner just can’t get enough of you— now he’s got the both of you making a mess near the kitchen counter.

CONTENT WARNINGS ༉‧₊˚. nsfw/smut, modern au, established relationship, kitchen sex, titty-grabbing, dry humping, fingering, reiner’s a big fat tease, unprotected sex, creampie, female bodied reader, explicit language, black coded, minors DNI!

WORD COUNT ༉‧₊˚. 2.7k

MONI’S NOTE... i haven’t written for reiner in ages, finally finished up some content for my man! I hope y’all enjoy! ♡︎

Reiner can't seem to keep to himself when it comes to you. The way he constantly rubs the expanse of his large hands along your body is relentless.

He was initially bashful throughout the beginning of your relationship; taking in your form and all its dips and curves with the most sheepish glance before tossing his gaze to the wall. 

Reiner’s poor attempts at hiding his arousal were to no avail. You took quick notice of the way his hazel eyes would undress you. It’s much too easy to read his mind— he’d probably been thinking of all the ways and places he’d run his hands over you, only if you’d let him. 

That had been ages ago. Now, Reiner’s got no shame. He’s basking you in the warmth of his touch at every chance he gets.

You lean up against the counter of your quaint little kitchen. Reiner looms over you, pressing himself into your backside. His hands of mischief snake up your shirt with perversity, cupping your tits in his palm before giving them a thoughtful squeeze.

“You’re so needy.” 

You whine at him, resting your weight onto the counter to keep balance. “It’s ‘cause I love you so much,” Reiner hums. His response is lukewarm; he’s too fixed on your body. He passes his hands along your hips, clad in the tiniest pair of booty shorts. He’s gripping and fondling and letting fat spill past his fingers, wetting his lips at the sight. 

Scruff frictions against your supple skin while Reiner sloppily bites at your neck, soothing your flesh with nimble licks. He simultaneously toys with your nipples, perked underneath your top as he pinches them, hoping to draw another one of your beautiful reactions through the roll of his fingers.

“Shit, Reiner,” you swear. That never fails to make his ego surge, and he’s desperate to pull more from you. His touch slinks down to encircle your waist as he swiftly rolls his hips against you, bulge suggestively prodding at the round of your ass. 

You push back onto his erection in reply, feeling the warmth radiate from beneath the waistband of his thinly sweats. “Oh?” with a throaty tone, Reiner hums, grinding into your backside, “You gonna give it to me, baby?”

“I bet you want me to,” is your scoffed reply. You bat your lashes up at him, carrying a playful grin. Despite your satire, he knows too well that you crave him just as bad as he does you. Just look at how you’re reacting to him– easing into his body, gripping onto his thick forearm with a fervor. A small, rousing smile graces your lips, anticipating how he’ll aim to please you next.

Before you know it, he’s made his way past your skimpy shorts and has them splayed out on the ground, rubbing you through the flimsy cloth of your underwear. Reiner’s slow with easing your legs apart. It causes your stance to become a little wider, giving him all the more access. 

He delves a hand under your ass, slinking it forward to cup your clothed heat with the expanse of his wide palm. “I thought you wanted to fuck, you tease,” you loosely murmur, head lolling back onto his shoulder behind you. He gives your pussy a dull slap, voicing out a gruff, “Please. You love it.” 

Reiner pinches your puffy clit through your panties, smiling as he does it. God, is he sinister. Your shudders only get him harder than before, and he aches to peel any remaining clothes right off of you. “Take everything off for me, ‘hun.” You do so with haste, bringing the lacy underwear down to the pristine marble floors of your kitchen. 

“That was fast,” the blonde frees out a chuckle over the way you kick your panties off your pedicured feet, right before grabbing hold of your top, flinging it off with a sense of impatience that only he can cause within you. He sucks in a breath, eyeing how your tits bounce free from its refines. “You’re such a good girl, y’know that?”  

“Mhm.” You revel in his flattery, rocking yourself along his palm for the slightest traction against your cunt. Without warning, he singles out two thick fingers and delves them into your sopping hole. “Reiner!” You mewl, lips going agape. He basks in your whines and insistently pushes further, feeling along your walls with his skillful, slickened digits. 

“Takin’ it so well for me, baby,” murmurs Reiner, voice deep and saccharine against your ear. Every pump of his fingers brings about a noise lewder than the last. Your wetness drips down his fucking forearm. “Can't wait to feel this sweet pussy on my cock.”

He curls in, quickening his speed and flicking his wrist. He goes knuckle-deep and touches on a spot that makes you writhe, urging him to grab at your waist and still you. Watching the way you unravel never fails to excite him, doubting that he can wait much longer. He exhales, feeling his dick twitch over every noise that spills from your mouth. 

Reiner indulges in you a bit more, agile fingers pushing in and dragging out. Before you reach the brink of coming undone, he tries to pull free from your walls but you clamp on, feverishly pushing back onto his digits. Good, he thinks. He’s gotten you all riled up. You’re ready for him.

“Y’really thought you could cum so soon?” Reiner scorns with a low, rumbly laugh. You can hardly adjust to the absence of his touch. Your response comes out as a spent whimper, “You’re so mean, Rei.” 

“Just wait a little longer, m’kay?” With that, he’s pulling his fitted white-tee off of his frame and shedding himself of those pesky sweatpants. You turn back with lidded eyes, taking in the view of his sightly body. Reiner’s brawny and toned, muscles impressively firm. His skin’s lightly tanned, contrasting well with the ash blonde shade of his tousled swept-back hair. 

Your gaze unashamedly trails downwards; past his biceps, pecs and stomach until reaching his erection. It obscenely bobs under its own weight. You drink in the sight of him– from that dark blonde happy trail of his, to the way he smacks his dick against his torso. There’s a messy flow of precum that’s made a mess of his dusty-pink tip, dripping down the width of his shaft. 

“Fuck.” you whisper. Despite the amount of times you’ve slept with your boyfriend, you never seem to get used to his size. “You’re staring, baby.” Reiner hints out. He almost sounds cocky, gladdened over having your eyes on him. He pumps himself with a sigh, eyes lowered and head tilting sideways.  “Don’t worry,” he reassures in a smooth tone, resting a hand at the small of your back and using the other to line himself up to your entrance. You feel tingles surge through you. “I’ll fill you up real good.” 

He scoots up to you, closing the proximity between your form and his. Your bodies burn hot against one another. From behind, he slides his cock between your puffy folds, hissing over the drag of your slicked lips. His fat tip catches your clit and you let out a soft moan, steadying yourself on the counter with your forearms. 

“Put it in, Reiner,” you breathe out. His large hand smooths up and down the lining of your spine. He brings a kiss to your right shoulder as a silent reply, positioning himself with your soaked entrance. You jolt once he slots in his cockhead, wallowing in how nicely he stretches you– right before he pulls out. He goes for it again, this time inching in a little bit deeper, just to revert back seconds after.

You crane your neck to face him, glaring him down through your lashes. “Don’t play, Reiner.” He returns a smug expression. “What? You want more?” He slides in and pops back out, watching your face contort with his every move. “More,” you plead. He continues on with his teasing motion, biting at his lip when you clamp over his cockhead. “I need more.” Your voice is too pretty for him to deny you. “Fuck me… please?” He finally gives in, exhaling through his nose.

Your enthusiasm is oh-so endearing. You just can’t wait for him to have his way with you and pound you stupid. “Fine,” he breaks into a smirk, wrapping both arms around your midriff and setting his chin upon your shoulder. His love is smothering you completely; you can feel his chest at your back, arms snug around your waist. His lips graze your ear as he goes on to slowly whisper, “You asked for it.” 

With a fluid thrust forward, he’s fucked himself inside of you, rolling his hips further until he’s buried up to the base. Your eyes roll back with the first stroke, feeling him from every angle. Your cunt massages his throbbing shaft, balls pulsing against your ass. “Fuuuck, baby,” his words drone on, overcome with the sensation of your pussy.

Reiner builds a pattern of easing into you before drawing back out, groaning over the pressure of your velvet smooth walls encasing him. His moves are thorough, fucking into you with an intensity that has you arching off of him. The harsh, wet sound of skin-slapping permeates the kitchen’s vulgar atmosphere.

“Fuck, faster,” you insist, and he complies, lowering his stance in the slightest to find the best angle. He slips into you with an amplified pace, letting out a guttural whine with every slam of his hips. Reiner propels himself and speedily pushes in, your wetness frothing up at the base of his thick cock. “Rei!” he’s got your legs trembling, eyes fluttering shut. 

The way you constrict around him has him pulsing, pushing himself into your wetness with zeal. “Tight as fuck,” his groans ring around your ear and get you clenching over the depth of his voice. You squirm, body jerking forward as you claw at his strong forearms. That only incites him to tighten his hold on you. With an indecent gaze, he peers past your shoulder and views the bounce of your boobs with each impassioned thrust he drills into you.

He’s hard and girthy and brings you closer to the edge. Reiner brings one arm down to toy with your engorged bud, and he relishes in the way you shiver. “Reiner, m’gonna–” you draw out his name between broken moans, clenching along him. The way you pussy flutters around his girth is a tell-all. 

“You gonna cum, hm?” Reiner coos. He gets reckless and picks up speed, rutting his hips and swiping the coarse pads of his fingers across your puffy clit. You cry out for him, emitting the sweetest, most incoherent series of moans from the depths of your throat.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, cum all over my cock.” Reiner urges, spitting nasty words into your ear. He fucks into your needy cunt with a pace severe enough to hit all places that get your toes curling for him. One last rugged thrust is what makes you meet your breaking point. 

“R–Reiner!” with a shaky voice and a gaping pussy, you gush all over his vein-littered cock. “Just fuckin’ look at you, ‘hun,” he chuckles into your neck, spreading vibration across your skin, “You’re making a mess.” Juices leak down your inner thighs and wet his balls. It all looks so vulgar and he loves it.

Reaching your orgasm doesn't get him to let up. You twitch and quiver in his hold. “Just a little more for me, baby.” you can’t muster up a response; drool glosses your plump lips and your thoughts simply flatline.

You’ve reached your high, and it doesn't take long for him to follow suit, growing tense and sensitive. Reiner’s all choked up, plunging harder into your pussy with a rising chest and the sloppiest rhythm. “Shit,” he shudders, bouncing you onto his cock with his remaining vigor. You take him with an over-stimmed pussy, uttering muddled whines. “You feel– fuck– so good around me.” His balls tighten, breath hitched and brows knitting tight. 

Reiner bites at your shoulder and groans into it, releasing a low call of your name. The sway of his hips turns rough and careless as he chases ecstasy. His movements stutter, pelvis winding up tight with his volume growing louder. He pants, cheekbones painted with blush. “M’gonna fill you up,” to you, his gravelly words sound like white noise. 

At long last, he unravels for you, heavy balls releasing his all into your spent hole as he muffles his moans against your shoulder. Reiner empties himself with a groan, warm spurts of his thick cum smeared across your inner walls. He eventually musters the energy to pull free from you, watching with intrigue as his release leaks from your fluttering cunt.

The pair of you spend a still moment basking in serene quiet together, with sheen sweat coating your spent bodies. You climb down from your high while being grounded in his enveloping embrace, hearing his winded puffs of air turn into stable breathing. 

Reiner turns you to face him, allowing you to ease into his body, cheek resting at his chest. You wobble, but he holds on to steady you. He dips his head low until his lips graze yours. “You’re so beautiful,” his murmur is soft. He flits a series of feather light pecks across your face, hands kneading your ass.

You drowsily wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing a wearied kiss to his lips. “That was our third fuck this week,” you mention. He lifts a brow. “Well,” he makes a light shrug with his broad shoulders, hands still restive at your butt. “Guess that means I just can’t get enough of you, baby.”

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