#its almost 3 am and im writing porb

[ms--lobotomy]

Couldn’t sleep so I tried to write some Curze smut. Loosely based off of this fic. Have fun.

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summary: Y’ALL FUCK

word count: 857

content warnings: female reader, i mean its pretty much just porn with a really big dude

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Before you knew it, you found yourself stark naked on the bed, clothes nothing but a memory. It was cold on the Nightfall, but you were close enough to his naked form that it wasn’t a problem. He held you down by your wrists, fingers threatening to tear into your flesh. You were limp on the bed, pliable, malleable. The lights were on. He wanted to see you under him, squealing and moaning, flesh tearing from flesh.

His mouth met yours, his rough tongue parted your lips. For a second you suppressed any noise you could have made, but a soft “mmh!” escaped you. He pulled away, a grin almost lighting up his pale complexion. His fervent breath met your face. Your cheeks were warm, you were looking away from him almost as though you were embarrassed. He took your jaw in his hand. It threatened to leave a bruise later.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Your eyes met his. You felt your chest rising and falling against him. He stared at you briefly, and you almost saw his expression soften as he went in to bite your lower lip. You almost squealed. His teeth were sharp in your flesh. As soon as you felt as though he would dig in too deep, he relented, if to bite lower on your neck. He’d trailed down to your collarbone, leaving bite marks and bruises. Just above your nipple, he bit you a little too hard.

“Aah! Konrad!” you cried. Even if you wanted to move your arms to run your fingers through his hair, his grip was far too tight on you.

He didn’t respond; instead, he ran his teeth along your nipple. He let go of one of your wrists to grab your other breast before letting it roam the contours of your small body. You planted your free hand at the back of his head, your fingers intertwined in his hair.

With this free hand, he stuck a finger in you. You gasped. This was a man twice your size, he could rip you in half if he wanted to. The hand that held your wrist slid towards your throat. It hovered on it for a brief moment of silence between you two. His thin face seemed unbothered, almost mournful, but yours had been scrunched up in pleasure. You could feel his warm form hovering over you. Holding back for you.

“Please,” you said.

His hand was clasped around your neck now, engulfing it. You could feel the airflow getting tighter. His sharp nails cut the skin on your neck open. You used your free hand to cup his face, feeling the rough, scarred skin that decorated it. You ran your hand over a scar on the side of his face as your vision blurred. Here you were, being defiled by him, and you were treating him with such… care. Such reverence.

And he stuck another finger in you, stretching you even thinner. “Aah!” you cried with what little breath you had. Your body felt like jelly underneath him, it was starting to hurt in between your legs. You felt your eyes begin to close before he pulled his fingers out of you and he relented on your neck.

“Look at me,” he commanded again before your name was on his lips.

Your eyes squinted open to behold the demigod above you. His eyes were pitch black, his skin paler than anything you had seen. His frame was thin for his size, but he was well built. It was like you were taking him in for the first time again.

“You’re gorgeous,” you said.

He paused for a second, almost as if taken aback. He was fearsome, he was terrifying, he was anything but gorgeous. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before your hand slid to his chest.

“I really mean it.”

He wiped off his wet fingers as if he were ignoring you and he grabbed your legs, spreading them apart on him. You winced, not normally being this flexible. That was all before he entered you, hard and fast. You couldn’t even try to contain your squeals of pleasure and pain.

“Konrad!” you cried, barely comprehensibly.

And still he rammed into you, your legs kept apart by his tight grip. You cried out his name again. You needed him. You could feel his nails digging into your legs, drawing blood. Just when it was about to become unbearable, he stuck two fingers in your mouth to muffle you. Your hands were splayed beside your face, there was nothing to hold them there.

And before the two of you knew it, he thrust just a few more times in you before he stayed there, buried in you. His fingers left your mouth. You stared up at him with wide eyes. A bruise was beginning to form around your chin.

“Finished?” you asked.

He gave a curt nod before sliding out of you. Your legs closed, and he pressed a button to turn the lights out. You reached out to him and ran a hand through his hair.

“Thank you,” you whispered.