A Beautiful Façade┃Reiner X Reader

Chapter 4: Bruised and Sore

Your eyes open up hazily as you do every morning, greeted with the bright, refreshing sunlight peaking through your window. It's a nice, perfect temperature to wake up to, not too hot and not too cold. You're not truly sure when you fell asleep last night or even how the hell you got into bed. That all happened on a couch didn't it? Yeah, it definitely did.

You grin to yourself at the thought of last night. Memories come in choppy and sporadic, Reiner on his knees, his masculine hands clutching onto your vibrator, how deep and primal his voice was and everything in between. That was magic, definitely.

You're caught of guard by the sound of gentle snoring. Not quite snoring really, but the calm inhale and exhale of a person deep asleep. Looking over your shoulder, you see Reiner himself, the man of the hour. He's turned onto his side, back to you with a rug covering him until about his neckline.

Reiner Braun is in your bed right now... asleep... naked... after he spent all night fucking you... what a morning this has been already.

You turn slightly and feel it, feel every single muscle in you aching at once and you're suddenly consumed by thoughts of sex. He was so fucking dominating and angry, you were an absolute wreck every time he so much as touched you.

I'll make you pay for it, don't you worry

Now jack my fucking dick

You're a whore and you love this

The memories have you throbbing and aching in a way you could never have expected from Reiner. Even just the mere thought of him is making you completely insane. Whatever drug he's put you under, you've been completely consumed by it... and now you're horny first thing in the day. You glance at the man beside you, questioning for a second if he'll notice before deciding he won't, he's dead asleep anyway.

You slide two fingers against your clit, rubbing gently like he would, imagining him doing it for you. Immediately, you feel how sore and swollen it all is. As you close your eyes, the fantasy of him becomes as real as you can make it. You think of everything he does, his voice tender with whimpers and insults while his hands move in a gentle caress. You move them teasingly to begin before going faster and rougher, just as he would do it. You breathe through pleasure, that familiar tightening beginning in your muscles. It feels so good. Too good.

"Fuck... Reiner... please," you moan out in the quietest, smallest voice you can muster.

There's something about doing this an inch away from him that makes it so much better. You can't even think of a reason why forcing yourself to be quiet gives you all the more pleasure, but it does. You grind against your own fingers, no shame at all as the pain from last night becomes even more alive.

"Don't stop- fuck."

It hurts impossibly good. Knowing this ache is from him does something nonsensical to your head. Imaginary Reiner is there, scowling as he spins the web of desire tighter and tighter, rubbing against you, stretching you so well.

"Reiner... oh god."

You physically stop as the actual Reiner turns over in bed, eyes landing on you in a dirty, awful glare.

"Um..." you swallow at that look he gives you.

"Getting yourself off without me, huh?" he asks, expression sinful.

You say fast, "no, what? No, I wasn't."

"Of course, you had to be the type to wake up horny," he says. "I got lucky."

Before you have even the slightest idea of his intentions, Reiner's rolling on top of you, throwing the rug off of the bed and pushing your shoulders down hard against the mattress. Your eyes are wide, pulse skipping away with a sudden flurry of desire. Actual Reiner has Imagination Reiner beat in every possible category.