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m4g3114n1c · 26 days

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“You’ve heard right. I’m back.”

Midas (Fortnite) x Fem!Reader

i want him i want him i want him i want him

hi yall.. cross posted on ao3 yea that’s me lmao

summary: he’s back so u have sex lol obv

tags: NSFW, Female Reader, AFAB Reader, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, POV Second Person No Y/N mentioned, poc friendly :), ascendant midas skin is so fine, Established Relationship

i need to be sedated cs of him im starving

Midas didn’t waste time, surprisingly lying you on the bed with ease and a sense of gentleness you’ve longed for ever since he disappeared. Anticipation creeped in as you felt his lips desperately pressing themselves against yours.

Your heart thrummed slowly faster, the familiar weight of his body on top of you felt so relieving and it reminded you that he was truly here. Your eyes flutter shut, relishing in the familiar feeling and curve of his lips.

He already quickly stripped himself off of his heavy armour and cape, leaving him with a white button up, his pants, and his golden laurel wreath that sat on top of his head.

His kisses seem fervent, hungry, due to the fact he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. He can’t seem to get enough as his lips incessantly latch onto yours and you can’t seem to get yourself to pull away. Every time you try to pull away, Midas pulls you back in and you capitulate into his yearning touch.

His large hand made its way under your shirt, earning a muffled moan from you. He withdrew from your lips for a second, voice heavy with want. “You’re not wearing anything under,” He mumbles, although it’s more of a groan.

His thumb swipes on your nipples, stiffening them into peaks as he desired. You help him slip your shirt off quickly as his hot, wet mouth kiss on your neck, your collarbones, nipping and sucking as his tongue traced over the marks he made.

All you could see now while you laid back was the top of his head. His eyes kept their firm gaze on yours. He wanted to tease you. He felt you squirm on the bed when he sucked on your inner thigh. Then he kissed near where you needed him the most. You moaned softly.

“You’re an ass,” You sighed out in a frustrated tone that made him laugh under his breath. Midas quickly hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down with a swift movement of his arms.

“Fuck,” That was all he could say.

Midas’ warm breath fanned across your core. It felt like he was fully drinking in how wet you were. Without no warning, his tongue delved into your slick folds, holding you close with his strong hand on your thigh as he forcibly pushed your thighs further apart.

You let out a strangled moan, hand instinctively coming down to card through his thick hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging. His eyes were now looking up at straight at you while his tongue strayed from your clit to your throbbing cunt. He lapped up at your arousal, slipping the tip of his tongue into your fluttering hole for a moment.

You panted, squirming but Midas—feeling your resistance kept you at bay, pressing your hips down into the soft mattress; you were unable to move. “Midas, yes—fuck,” You tilted your head back into the sheets, closing your eyes shut with pleasure as Midas’ mouth worked on bringing you closer to your so-needed-orgasm.

He groaned against your clit, the grip around your thigh loosening. The vibrations of his sound against your clit made you roll your hips against his mouth. He liked it. He liked how desperate you became when you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

The sense of your upcoming orgasm grew taut within your belly. The almost pornographic sounds had made it all enticing; the sounds of his mouth sucking, and your moans intertwined with his was all too much.

His second finger stretched you out, mouth returning as he pumped his fingers in and out you. His fast pace was settled on giving you your orgasm. Your slick noises while he curled his fingers into your spot, and how you continuously moaned his name made him really fucking hard.

“Midas,” You mewled, eyebrows furrowed out of pleasure. When you tightened around his fingers, abdomen tensing and your thighs twitching, he knew you were on the very brink of cumming.

The hot coil of your orgasm broke, and you came with a whine. Your senses were overloaded, thighs instinctively clamping around Midas’ head. His fingers kept moving, guiding you through your orgasm. He had enough strength to pull apart your thighs and escape the strength of your legs.

Jesus Christ.

His chin was dripping in your arousal and his saliva. Midas’ hair was now untamed, and ruffled from all the tugging you did; his golden laurel wreath was now pushed far back into his hair.

Midas began unbuttoning his shirt while he tasted your lips. Albeit not being able to take a peek, you pressed your firm palms against his warm chest. You still wanted to see, even though you’ve traced your finger on each tattoo every night and questioned him about it; he wouldn’t let you pull away.

When he pressed himself closer, you felt the sensation of his clothed erection brushing upon your still sensitive cunt.

The feeling of overstimulation was peeking up as he grind himself against you. You should be absolutely hating it, but you felt that you needed more. Sure, you sounded greedy, but who could resist a good old fucking from Midas?

“You feel that, right?”

He sounded breathless.

“Yes,” You nodded, whining. Your hips bucked up out of their own accord, in need of more friction from him. He found you getting desperate quite entertaining.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,”Midas rolled his hips again, pinning you more against the mattress. He groaned, hands now frantically working at unfastening his belt. The soft clinking had lit the familiar feeling of arousal within you once again. The rasp of the zipper of his pants had deemed you speechless.

You wanted it so bad.

Midas pulled himself out of the confines of his pants and his boxers. He spat on his palm, slowly stroking himself with a soft moan as he stared at you. Precum already drooling from his flushed tip, his cock was just the right amount of length and width, standing at about approximately 7 inches.

“Condom?” He asked, beginning to line himself up. You weren’t really looking for kids; you and him took it very seriously. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable before he began. You shook your head quickly. “No, just—I’m on the pill, it’s fine.” You reassured and he nodded with a hum.

He carded his cock through your soaked folds, brushing up against your abused clit. He prodded at your fluttering hole, as he pushed himself in slowly. Midas and you simultaneously moaned.

With how wet you were from your recent orgasm, it wasn’t difficult. Midas relished in how warm and tight you were around him. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before fully bottoming out in you.

“You okay?” His tone was much softer, not wanting to make it too much. “Yes,” You replied. He leaned down to press a light, chaste kiss onto your lips. Midas dragged himself out, only to slam himself into you. A loud cry ripped out of your throat at the feeling of his tip close to kissing your cervix.

With the harsh snap of his hips against yours, you cling onto him, legs loosely wrapped around his hips. Midas cursed under his breath, unable to control himself and roughly fucking you. It didn’t help that you felt so good.

“Have you missed how hard I fuck you?” The absolute filth of his words transferred to the pit of your second orgasm.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes,” You choke out.

Midas wasn’t quiet either. The occasional whines and groans came out involuntarily. He wanted more for you. His thrusts never wavered while he switched. His hand had come down to lift your leg over his shoulder.

You let out a choked moan, tears brimming your waterline at how deeper he reached than before. This angle had made it much easier for his tip to press up to your spot whenever he thrusted deep enough. Midas breathing grew erratic, leaning forward while his hips continued.

“Take it,” He grunted out, and if you weren’t listening carefully you wouldn’t have caught. Your second orgasm was just in the corner as Midas’ words once again, only fueled your desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” He was trying his hardest not to cum at the fact you were so fucking tight around him. He pressed a messy kiss onto your lips, wiping his thumb on your tears you didn’t even know had fallen. “It’s okay,” He whispered so quiet, it was in the sense of his rare vulnerability.

“Midas, I’m gonna cum, please.” You squeezed your eyes shut. Midas’ hand wandered down to rub circles into your clit. Your hand flew down to his wrist to still him. “I can’t—“ You gasped out which made him smile in a way that felt demeaning.

Oh shit. He was about to switch up.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” He panted out, his free hand grabbing your chin enough for the sides of your face to hurt. The pain felt amazing paired with the fact he was relentless. You moaned, although muffled, he found amusing. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Feels so good, Midas—yes,”

He seemed to have liked that, the bed groaning beneath as he sped himself up.

“Take my fucking cock,”

“Yes, Midas.”

Egotistical motherfucker.

His mouth latched onto yours once more for a short moment. “Shit, you’re so tight.” He grunted out. “Midas, I’m gonna cum.” You whined and he didn’t stop, spurring him to continue.

“Yeah? You’re gonna look so good cumming on my cock.”

Jesus. He couldn’t give the dirty talk a rest, couldn’t he? It was working, much more than you wanted. “Midas,” He leaned in closer, straining your leg up higher. He kissed you again, and it felt all too much.

The heat of your orgasm washed over you, soaked pussy fluttering around his still hard cock. The feeling of you tightening made him pump himself in harder; it felt like a challenge he was willing to take.

This view of Midas was one you never thought you’d see ever again after he’d disappeared. Midas’ hair was slightly damp from sweat, strands of his dark hair framing his face sticking out.

A thin sheen of sweat was covering his whole body. Your eyes wandered down to his hips working to get his own orgasm, watching how his tattoos snake down his right thigh.

His eyes seemed to be unblinking, panting as he focused. His moans spilled out from his slightly agape mouth.

The smell of the room was absolutely just of sex and sweat.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Midas’ pace became spot-on, before he stilled and twitched inside you. He groaned out what seemed to be your name.

He came with a louder groan, almost from the back of his throat. He spilled hot ropes of cum into you, burying himself as deep as he could. You moaned.

The warm feeling of his cum in you had you left you stuffed full. You both panted, absolutely exhausted. Midas slowly pulled out of you, lying next to you as he pulled you close with his arm.

You tightened around the loss of him, but practically felt his cum oozing out of you. The sight of it made him feel slightly proud.

He kissed the top of your head.

“I missed you,” He began, a fond smile on his usual stoic face when around other people.

“Missed you too,” You smiled.

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