It's Alright, It's Okay

Author's Notes: i got no christmas fic for you guys but my generator gave me a christmas themed girl so life is okay

Grace was like something out of a fairy tale. Max wasn’t sure what fairy tale exactly, just that the dancer was indeed from one. Her elegance, her softness, her kindness, and, of course, her beauty were all things that would have inspired men more eloquent than him to write all sorts of things.

If it were up to Max himself to write something?

It’d probably be something dirty and not written well.

Kisses were peppered all along her chin, neck, collarbone, and shoulders. Hazel eyes locked with icy blue once his lips met the top of her prosthetic. She giggled. Then she nodded. He knew that her prosthetics were strong; hell, they didn’t shatter into millions of pieces even after he fucked up that lift during those auditions when they first met. They were strong and sturdy. Still, he wanted to be careful.

Smooth glass ran through his hair after her other false arm cradled his face.

“The rest of me isn’t made of glass. It’s okay, Max,” Grace murmured.

Chuckling, he gave her a nod. He kissed along her prosthetic arm a little firmer and messier. Faint traces of saliva glittered along with the sparkling glass of her prosthetic under the moonlight that spilled through the immaculate window. Eventually, he made his way to her fingers. She didn’t have the most articulation in her digits, unlike her elbows and wrists. Still, he kissed the tips before taking what he could between his lips. Gently, he suckled on the thick glass and swirled his tongue around it before pulling away with a pop.

Grace swallowed as she stared up at him with her eyes sparkling like the snow outside.

“Mind if I...?” Max whispered as he slipped between her slim yet incredibly strong legs.

The ballerina nodded. “Please.”

Thumbs hooked themselves into pretty, pale blue lace and down trim, trembling thighs. Grace’s breath was caught in her throat as she watched her damp underwear slide down her legs that her lover placed onto his strong shoulders. Soft, tender yet incredibly hot kisses traced along her calf and down to her knee before Max’s fat and honestly still intimidating cock. Her heart throbbed as her stomach did pirouettes.

His blunt, already drooling tip notched itself with her entrance. A small hiss escaped her as he bumped and nudged against her stiff clit. Every bump and grind sent a small gush of arousal to seep onto the sheets below. Heat licked at her skin and burned white-hot inside of her fluttering core.

“M-Max...!” Grace whined. A heavy flush painted itself across her pale skin. The deep red contrasted prettily against the cool tones of her hair, eyes, and skin. She reached out for him and cradled his face. The coolness of her prosthetics sending shivers down Max’s spine. “Please!”

Another chuckle escaped him. “Sorry.”

Finally, he slipped inside of her, and the two shared a long, drawn-out moan. He easily sank inside of her thanks to her slippery arousal. Her tight heat enveloped his cock. Sex with Grace was always an experience. She was so tight, hot, and flexible. He may not have been making use of her flexibility at the moment, but the thought of bending her into all sorts of positions later made his raw cock throb against her bare walls. His balls smacked against her pert ass.

High-pitched moans tore themselves from her throat as her head tipped back. Her blue curls came undone and became a mess as she thrashed under him with every harsh thrust. He oh-so-desperately wanted to treat her gently, but his body wouldn’t let him. Grace simply felt too good.

Panting, Max leaned forward to capture the ballerina’s lips and swallowed his moans. Her long legs folded against her slim body as he thrusted like a madman into her. Ripples ran across his plush body again and again with each earth-shattering slam of the hips. He ground against her after every slam. Sweet and delicious friction burned between them, between her trembling inner walls and her throbbing clit.

It was all so much.

“Max!” She cried against his lips. “Max, Max, Max, Max, Max—”

His name was like a desperate prayer on her lips. It lit an inferno inside of him. He huffed above her as he reluctantly pulled away to kiss her jawline and neck again, just so he could hear her sweet little voice as clearly as possible. Her cunt spasmed around his cock as she arched her back. Her toes curled above them.

Grace was close.

So was Max.

He shuddered. The tight spasming of her walls only grew closer and closer together. A drawn-out hiss escaped him. “Fuck, Grace. I’m...”

Her arms wrapped around his back, her false hands ran along his spine. They weren’t able to, but he swore he could feel her wanting to claw at him with her fingers. She thrashed under him. Her eyes were screwed shut as a silent scream tore itself from her throat. Arousal gushed around his cock as her walls clamped around him like a vice.

It was the end for him.

Max grunted, burying himself to the very hilt as his churning balls clapped against her ass. Thick, potent cum rushed into her spasming cunt and overflowed from her well-fucked pussy. Panting, he fell on top of her.

“Shit, sorry,” he breathed as he struggled to push himself off of her. Despite all the weight he tried to lose, he was still a much bigger guy than Grace ever could be. She giggled before kissing the tip of his nose.

“It’s okay.”