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[myclit]

CAN I COME IN?

Summary: lonesome Y/N is left alone again awaiting for sweet hardworking husband, so shes left to her own imagination, maybe a knock on the door can help her out

Warnings: language, sex, dom!remmick Sub! Reader if u squint, masturbation, cheating!

A/n: Wrote and posted on the same day- shoot me if theres typos or if it seems rushed🙄

It was a cold night, wrapped in your robe with water in the kettle. You awaited for your hard working husband to come home and cuddle you in these lonesome nights. It was just you up, your two kids sound asleep just upstairs with the calming vinyl playing in the background. You settled for a cup of wine on your coffee table, and a book in your hands. You read away, the words filling you in, the words getting spicer and spicer, your sister gifted you this book, she knew how your husband worked late at night and clowned you for it, wondered how you even had time to make two angels that resides upstairs-

Nevermind that

You felt your blood raise in the most subtlest way, your legs softly began to tingle, you looked at the stairs out of paranoia before you pulled your robe to the side, revealing your right leg as you laid on the couch, your hand slowly creeping down, skimming over your covered breast, then your stomach, then to where you desire most. You continue to read the heavily written smut and allow it to take you away, soft and sweet moans leaving your lips as you arched your back into your hand, but suddenly, you heard the kettle.

“Fuck” you said before you let out a sigh, throwing your book on the coffee table right beside the glass of wine. You quickly stood and wrapped yourself back up before walking over to your kitchen, you were annoyed but it wasn't like anything you couldn't get back to, you simply turned off your stove and grabbed a mug, “wine and coffee? No that doesn't seem-” you were cut off by a knock on the door, which was weird, your husband usually just strolled in.

Your thoughts were cut off again by a more hurried knock, which you furrowed your eyebrows at before setting down your mug, “one second!” you yelled out before walking to your sink and hunching down, grabbing your pistol and getting back up, you wish you could have seen the stranger through your window in the kitchen, but it was far from the front door, you could only see your swings on your porch and the moonlight. You sighed as you walked over to the front door, you looked at your stairs one more time for your kids, you heard the knock again and became annoyed now.

You opened the door to see a pale man, a pale….handsome man. Too handsome, especially for it to be midnight, it was almost as if he dressed for the night time. His brown curls were even on his head and he gave you a look as if he's worried about something. “H-hi ma’am, my name is-”

“Why are you here? Are you a Mormon or somethin?” you asked rudely, to which he laughed at. You only gave him a look of suspicion and hung your hand on your hip, in your eyes he seemed like a sad puppy, probably a virgin, if that mattered, but fully submissive. “Uhm, I'm traveling, I have a long, long journey to make. I'm just lookin for food and water…and possibly a place to stay for some warmth” he scratched the back of his neck, he almost looked desperate, but he gave you your space, never came close to the door or give any hint that he could possibly be dangerous.

Your eyebrows relaxed and you gave him a doubtful look. “Maybe you can take that up with my husband. My kids are asleep upstairs and frankly, i don't know you-""ma’am, please” he raised his hand, about to give another reason to get what he came for. “I've been out day and night, you're probably the first person i've talked to today … .tonight- sorry ha” he laughed. “Please, just an hour or two, i..i have a guitar i can play you a few songs i learned along the way” he raised his guitar with a promising smile. You tilt your head at him and his smile only raises more. “Can I come inside?”

“You don't seem very cold, and you never introduced yourself” you crossed your arms now, to which his mouth only became agape, “your right! I am so sorry, my name is Remmick, I like the guitar, and I'm freezing ""why did you pick my house?” you asked, he bit his lip as he made eye contact with you. “Just seemed safe..you said it yourself, your kids are upstairs, and not to be nosey but…the book, on your table. It just seemed like a cozy place to be…i can pay you, if that's worth anything” and that sold you, you gave him a saddened look.

“No-no i'm sorry. You're just lookin for some warmth, come in, I have a blanket and there's some hot water in the kettle, please come inside” you waved your hand and made space for him to come through the door. “Thank you ma’am” he smiled sweetly. “But leave the guitar at the door” you gave him a blank stare, he let out a throaty chuckle at that, he set it outside before raising his hands in an “okay” way. He rubbed his palms on his pants before sitting on the couch. “Coffee?” you asked, wrapping yourself up and walking to the kitchen.

“Please, and you never introduced yourself either” “my name is Y/N,” you said loudly as you poured the boiling water into the mug. He said nothing after that, and once you were done with his coffee, you entered back into your living room, and you almost choked as you watched him reading your book, you dropped the mug out of embarrassment, addressing yourself to the room. He only looked up at you from the couch, his eyes cut looking up at you with his legs parted. He set the book beside him before a smirk played on his face.

“Miss Y/N, is that how you like to play?” he said, that fucking smirk. You felt hot under your robe and you lowered to your knees, picking up the towel that was next to your fireplace and instead of scrubbing, you were scraping, you felt the wood under your nails and you didn't respond, you didn't even look at him. “Don't play all coy with me now” he slowly stood, walking in front of you and pulling up his pants slightly before squatting in front of you, watching as your tits spilled from your robe. “Remmick..this is…inappropriate, my kids are upset-” he laughed at your remark, tilted his head back even as he bellited you.

It was strange, the way the dynamic changed so quickly, just a minute ago, he was outside your door. Now he's towering over you, laughing at you, you feel insecure. Was he laughing at the fact you were so lonely you read porn books while you waited on your husband? Or was he laughing at how easy you are to give it up for him. You avoided eye contact but you could feel his energy over you, you could feel him inch closer and his breath on your ear, on your neck.

“Wanna know the truth, y/n?” he asked, looking at the side of your face. You could see him in your peripheral vision. “Th..truth?” you whispered before you let out a slight hiss, back slightly arched more than it already was as he put his singular finger on your lower back and trailed all the way up, smoothly, and calmly, to your chin. He forced you to look at him, his face serious and he looked deep into your eyes. “I came over because I could sense your wet pussy from a mile away, calling my name. Can you hear it too? Remmick” he restated his name once before he started taking matters into his own hands.

Remmick

It responded all throughout your body, you felt your pussy clutch on nothing and he watched you with pure satisfaction, aw, that name…Remmick…touch me…touch me there- you felt your hips bucking against him, your panties were already pushed to the side. He bit his lips and tilted his chin slightly up, watching as your eyes lost focus, it made him smile. “Fuck” you whimpered, “yeah? That's what you want?” he muttered, his two fingers now entering your slippery entrance. “Say it” he pressed harder against your spot. “Yes- yes it's what I want!” you rutted your hips against him and took it upon yourself to untie your robe, he watched you struggle before your breasts were finally exposed, you rolled your nipples between your fingertips and it left your mouth open.

“Gonna let me fuck you?” he asked as he pursed his lips together, focused on pressing harder and it left your body in shock, looking at him you could only nod. He removed his fingers from you and took hold of you by the nap of your neck, making you rise from the floor and over to the couch, he didn't care to take off the robe completely, he moved it to the side. You were breathing heavily into your couch pillows as you felt his hands trailing down your back to your ass before laying a firm slap, you arched your back and hissed in pleasured pain.

You looked back at him and watched him unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest and the chain shimmered off his body just right, he rubbed over his stomach and watched you watch him. “You like what you see?” he said lowly, you nodded and received another hard smack on yur ass and you hissed again before pushing yourself into his clothed cock, you felt his hard on and rubbed against it to which he let out a deep breath, hooking his hand to your hip to keep you moving on his boner, “fuck” he said with his head tilted back before he pushed your ass forward, taking his cock out. He pulled your panties off before spitting on your pussy. He said no words but looked into your soul and he pressed himself against your entrance, loving the way you whimpered and silently begged for it. “You look so beautiful” he spread your ass wide before sliding his cock inside your pussy.

You bit your lip and moaned so loud you were sure someone heard, and Remmick didn't mind at all. He began moving, watching as you hissed getting used to him deep inside you as well as the pleasure taking over, h watched the transition with pure admiration, he tilted his head as he leaned over, placing his knee on the edge of the couch to get in deeper, his eyebrows furrowed as he started to move faster, his chain bouncing off of his skin as he gained rhythm. “Ah! Mmm fuck!” “Yeah baby, let me take that pussy,” he groaned, sweatballs slowly starting to form on his forehead as he bit his lip in hunger, his lips parting as his hips moved. “Remmick! Yes, oh my go-” your eyes rolled back as you hid your face into the pillow. He grabbed the nape of your neck once again and fucked harder, using the back of his leg for his strength as you gripped the top of the couch, you could feel the couch moving as each thrust occurred, you swear you were gonna draw blood from how hard you were biting. “Say my name, Remmick” he reminded you as he pounded into your pussy. You put your hand to his chest, trying to fiddle with the necklace so you didnt cum so quickly, but he wasn't having it. “Fuck..remmick!” you forced out, “i love the way you say it” he whispered and rutted his hips, it was his turn to roll his eyes back, he gripped your neck harder before he let it go, now moving onto your hips to help you fuck him.

You cried in pleasure, opened your legs and felt your arousal crawling down your legs. He looked at you the entire time with seriousness and smirking only when you tried to moan, but it was so much you felt you could hardly breath, you let go of his necklace and let him make you fuck him. You bite on your pillow as he groaned, “stop being lazy” to which you only replied with a moan, throwing your pussy on him harder to which he drooled at, tilting his head up as his body subconsciously fucked you harder. “Im going to- fuck!” you pushed out. “Cum? Yeah, cum for me,” you brought him back to the present and now he went relentless, he grabbed the top of the couch, one hand ontop of yours on the couch as he fucked fiercer.

Your head slowly tilted back as your body jolted, “remmick! Fuck! Remmick!” you repeated his name like a prayer and he bit his lip again, pulsing into you. You watched as he did so, the saliva pooling at the edge of his lips as he watched your frame jolt taking all that dick, he fucked into you one more time before he came deep in your pussy, a howling tone as he moaned feeling your pussy clench on him.

He continued to milk the cum out of you as you couldn't do anything but whimper and mutter his name, eloping your hand in his. When both highs were rode out he slipped out of you and whispered a shit, shaking his head slightly to escape the cloud 9 your pussy brought to him. Your body was still shaky from being under him. He wiped his lips before leaning over to press a kiss to your lips, finally. But it was clearly a goodbye kiss, he simply zipped up his pants. “Your husband should really consider quitting” and with his shirt balled up in his hands, he left.