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summary: after your boyfriend shows up at the cinema to watch brand new day wearing spiderman's mask you ask him to wear it while he fucks you.
warnings: smut +18 mdni, cursing, kissing, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, mask stays on.
wc: 2k
author's note: im too spiderman pilled rn and i know keys would be too. his head too square he'd be in dat mask looking like a funko pop.
you always knew your boyfriend was a nerd. it was no surprise for anyone.
you knew it even before speaking to him for the first time, he would always show up everywhere wearing those dorky shirts that most of the time you didn't even have a clue what game or movie they were about.
keys being a nerd was a known fact, something so normal that you wouldn't even blink twice whenever he started rambling about the new game he was playing or making references to comics you didn't know.
that being said, it definitely was a surprise when he turned up to your friday night date with a spiderman mask on.
you both loved spiderman, maybe you weren't as much of a die hard fan as keys was at first; but, after he forced you through endless movie marathons, you felt confident to say you were almost on his level. you two had been counting down the days for the release of brand new day, and keys had been so excited he wanted to make a whole event out of it.
the movie started at 10pm and since your schedules didn't match up that day, you agreed to just meet at the movies. on your way there you couldn't help but smile imagining him showing up in one of those stupid shirts he had bought recently.
you walked through the doors scanning the lobby, but you couldn't find him anywhere. until a hand tapped your shoulder and you turned around to find keys… with the mask on.
“do you like it?” although you couldn't see his face, you could feel his excitement through his voice muffled by the fabric.
no words left your mouth.
you were expecting a shirt, maybe a hoodie. not the way the tight fabric framed his jaw and cheekbones, or the way the dark mesh over his eyes gave him a mysterious air that made something inside your chest jump.
“i know it's dumb, i just thought it would be funny,” he said, his voice dropping a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“no… no, it's not dumb,” you finally managed to say, trying to hide the sudden warmth in your cheeks, “it actually looks... really good on you.”
he grinned beneath the mask, which you could tell by the way the fabric stretched a bit around his cheekbones.
throughout the entire movie, while everyone else was watching the screen, your eyes kept straying to the side. every time he tilted his head or whispered a comment into your ear, your mind would start racing.
the drive back home was loud and full of chatter debriefing the movie, yet your mind kept drifting back to the image of keys wearing the mask.
“alright, i gotta ask,” you said suddenly, “where the fuck did you even got that mask from?”
“oh… well, there’s this coworker of mine that usually goes to cosplay events and stuff. one day we were talking and i kinda mentioned how i’d always wanted one, so he basically said he could hook me up,” he briefly glanced your way with a smile before getting his eyes back on the road.
“isnt it uncomfortable?" you asked out of genuine curiosity, grabbing the mask laying on the dashboard to inspect it.
“not really, the fabric is actually crazy good quality, so i can breathe just fine. and the eye part it’s basically like wearing sunglasses,” he shrugged.
“mmh cool,” you murmured, leaning your head against the headrest and throwing the mask back into its place.
the car finally pulled up in front of your apartment building, and the conversation flowed effortlessly into your nightly routine. you made a nice dinner together from scratch, and by the time you were doing the dishes you were passionately arguing over who the best spiderman was; him insisting on comic accuracy, and you shooting down his points just to get him worked up.
after a while, keys finally put the last plate back into the cabinet and closed the door. then he turned and leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips, gently grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him.
“should we head to bed baby? he murmured against your ear, lazily kissing down your neck.
you were just about to nod, tilting your head to the side to give him better access, when your eyes landed on the forgotten mask lying on the counter.
suddenly, a thought that made you squeeze your thighs together crossed your mind.
“keys?”
“yeah?” he mumbled, not lifting his lips from your shoulder.
“what if you put the mask on again?” you tried to sound casual.
“right now? but i thought we were… oh,” he paused as it finally clicked. he pulled back a bit, his eyes searching your face and raising an eyebrow in amusement. “i didnt think you’d be into that.”
“well, i um… i never really thought about it until today, but… ” you shook your head, suddenly self-conscious. “forget it, forget i said anything.”
“nuh uh, don't play dumb now,” he leaned closer, smirking, “tell me what you want.”
“it was a silly idea, can we just-”
“i said,” his voice dropped into a low tone, his hand coming up to cup your face to hold your gaze. “tell me what you want. i know that pretty mouth of yours knows how to use its words.”
a shiver ran down your spine and you bit your lip.
“i want you to fuck me with the spiderman mask on,” you blurted out.
keys didn’t answer right away.
he pulled back, still with a grin plastered on his face. without a word, he let go of your face, took the short steps toward the counter, picked up the fabric and slid it smoothly back over his head.
when he turned around, you could feel the atmosphere in the room had shifted completely. he was looking down at you, tilting his head slightly.
that simple tilt of his head made your thighs squeeze together again, and through the white mesh of the lenses, you knew it didn't go unnoticed by keys.
he took a few slow steps toward you, closing the gap until he was towering over you. then he reached out, his thumb catching your lower lip, tugging it down gently.
before you could even process what was happening, his hands dropped to the back of your thighs making you jump so you were straddling his waist. holding you securely against him, keys turned and carried you toward the couch, gently pressing you down onto the cushions.
the white mesh of the mask stared down at you, unblinking, making your breath hitch in your throat.
keys didn’t rush. he took his time stripping away your clothes, his warm hands feeling like fire on your skin. through it all his masked gaze stayed on you, making your cheeks burn and your heart race.
he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them onto the floor. when he settled back between your thighs, you let out a shaky exhale.
"still sure about this?" he murmured, his hands gripping your hips tightly.
"yes," you breathed out, arching your back slightly to meet his touch, "just... i need to kiss you."
keys let out a chuckle and without breaking the distance, he reached up with both hands, hooking his thumbs under the edge of the mask at his chin. slowly he pulled the fabric upward just above his nose, leaving his mouth and sharp jawline completely exposed while his eyes remained hidden.
"better?" he whispered against your lips.
before you could answer, he captured your mouth in a deep kiss.
it was sloppy, his tongue sliding against yours paired with the feeling of the fabric of the mask on the bridge of his nose. every time he pulled back to catch his breath, those blank white eyes stared down at you making you lose your mind just a little bit more.
he started trailing wet kisses down your neck, dragging his mouth all the way down to your chest. his hands came up to cup your tits, gently squeezing as he guided his mouth to one of them; he licked a stripe over your nipple, making you shiver and arch your back off the cushions. keys bit down gently before taking it into his mouth, sucking firmly, then proceeding to repeat the same on the other side.
he kept making his way down your body until he was kneeling between your legs. he used his index and middle fingers to part your folds, staring down at how slick you were for him through the white mesh of the mask.
“all this for me?” keys murmured, “you’re practically dripping baby.”
he gathered a bit of saliva in his mouth and let it drop directly onto your center, watching with a smirk how his wetness mixed with yours.
“come on... stop teasing,” you whined, shifting your hips against the couch.
he finally gave in; pressing his tongue flat against you, he began to eat you out with long strokes, tasting every inch of you. then he shifted his focus to your clit, sucking on it with enough force to make your thighs tremble around his head.
when he pulled back you could see his uncovered chin glistening.
keys stripped off his shirt, pants, and boxers in fluid moves. his cock was hard and already leaking precum at the tip. positioning himself between your legs, he guided the head of his length along your folds, watching how easily it slipped against your wetness. he rubbed the head of his dick over your clit a few times, teasing you until you were practically begging.
then, he aligned himself right at your entrance.
"look at me," keys demanded.
he reached to pull the mask back down over his chin, hiding his face once more under the fabric. in one smooth movement, he thrust into you; slowly at first, letting you stretch around him. once he was buried all the way inside, he pulled back slightly and slammed back into you with full force.
you gasped, your nails digging into his bicep as your head hit the cushions.
"fuck..." he groaned, the sound muffled under the mask as he paused for a second, resting his forehead against yours, "you feel incredible."
before you could catch your breath, keys began moving.
he set a quick pace, gripping your hips tight and using his weight to pin you to the cushions. every time his hips slammed against yours, a muffled grunt escaped from behind the fabric vibrating against your shoulder where his head was buried.
"keys... fuck," you gasped out, your heels digging into the back of the couch to push back against him.
the sigh above you was dizzying and driving you to the edge faster than usual.
"you like this, don't you?" he rasped against your ear, then he lifted his head, staring down into your eyes as he adjusted his angle, hitting a spot that made your toes curl, "you like being fucked by spiderman?"
"mmh… yes" you cried out, your hands moving to the back of his neck pulling him down closer.
"look at you... so tight around me," he muttered, his thumb reaching down between your bodies to rub circles over your clit while he kept up the deep thrusts. "come for me baby, let me feel it."
that was it. the combination of his touch and the thrilling of the mask sent a wave of heat straight through your core. your walls clamped tightly around him, your back arching off the couch as a chocked moan tore from your throat.
keys let out a muffled sound of his own. feeling your walls contracting around him broke his restraint; he picked up the speed, driving into you a few more times with desperate thrusts until he buried himself as far as he could go and came with a loud moan.
he collapsed over you, his forehead resting heavily against your chest as the both of you tried to catch your breath. after a long moment; keys slowly reached up and pulled the mask all the way off, tossing it onto the floor.
his hair was a sweaty mess and his cheeks were flushed red as he looked down at you with a weak grin.
"so..." keys said, kissing your jawline softly, "i’m definitely buying the full suit now."
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You think Steve wants to eat you out by spreading your legs or you getting on his face and riding his face?
Oh fuck can’t I have both I’m a greedy bitch
Thinking about him holding your thighs open while he goes to town your pussy. Sucking…….licking…….
Then maybe he wants more and he suddenly is laying next to you on the bed “come sit on my face honey.”
And god he loves to be suffocated by your wet and needy pussy. It’s pulsing on his face and he’s holding your hips down to keep you there
And he’s moaning …….
As you thrust into his face his nose poking at your clit and it’s all so much. Steve makes out with your pussy much like he would with your mouth. Hot and wet and desperate.
It's not that he just wants to eat you out. Well, of course he does— he can feel himself growing weak whenever he hasn't stuffed his head between your thighs for too long. And too long is anything between 2 days and a week. And if Steve gets moody whenever you two don't have enough time alone for him to worship your pussy as you deserve to the point even Robin asks him why he's gotten his pants in a twist, so what?
But it's not just a tender want. It's a need.
Whenever he's not eating you out, he's thinking about it. Late at night, when the city's asleep. Fresh out in the morning, when Steve is making bacon and eggs. When the song you like is playing. When you laugh and touch his arm. At work, when Robin is busy in the back and he has nothing to do but entertain himself. Doesn't matter where he is, or who he is with, his mind drifts off to its favorite thing to think about: you.
You, sprawled out on his bed, legs wide open for him and him only. You, sliding your finger through his hair when he's going down on you. You, soaked and needy for his lips, wanting him to make out with you in the filthiest way possible. You, trembling when he breathes a little too close to your core, teasing you, salivating for you. You, the way you dance on his tongue when he finally, finally places his mouth on your dripping pussy. You, pulling his hair hard when he sucks your clit. You, reduced to a whining mess when he starts fucking you with his skilled tongue. You, rubbing against his face without caring if he's breathing or not, just shutting him up with your tight cunt. You, whimpering out his name as if it's the only thing keeping you both sane, and maybe it is.
Even the crude part of it gets him hard, maybe especially that. How his face smells like your pussy afterwards, the way your flavor lingers on the tip of his tongue, how his nose brushes just right against your clit if he eats you out in that perfect angle, how you two become one in the dirtiest way possible. Harrington loves to get lost in your senses, it's the only place for him to make a home at.
Nothing makes Steve Harrington feel more like a man, more like a king than when he's between your legs, attached to your pussy like a madman who might starve to death if he doesn't put his mouth to good use.
Steve can't stop it. Some would call it a vice.
He just calls it being a good boyfriend.
( and if you love the way he looks completely wrecked when he raises his chin from between your legs, big brown eyes, his pinky lips swollen not from kissing but from pussy eating, his messy hair, and the sweat tarnished with the evidence of your early arousal on his face? )
Well, you agree with Steve. He's just a really good boyfriend.
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a/n: this one had been sitting in my drafts for ages, so I polished it (twice because tumblr deleted it the first time) and here you are! It's good to put the writing wheels to run again. it's a small blurb, but it was fun! especially because I just know this man is an eater. I'm just coming back to writing, so the next stuff will be better! (we hope)
intox w bimbo!reader & frat!steve ♡̷̷̷ . ･͛ㅤㅤ ♡̷̷̷ .
this one is SUCH a oldie im not proofreading
you blink slowly at the dim glow of steve’s desk lamp, your glittery lip gloss catching the light as you lean over your notebook. everything feels kinda warm and swirly already, like the pretty drink he gave you. “stevie.. these notes are sooo confusing,” you whine softly, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. “i thought college was supposed to be funnn”
steve sits right next to you on the edge of his bed, knees pressed against yours. his eyes keep dropping down to how your tight little top stretches across your chest. “yeah hun, it’s rough. buuuut you’re doing great. here, why don’t y’take another sip. it’ll help you relax” he hands you the cup again, fingers brushing yours a little longer than normal.
you giggle and take a big gulp. “thanks for letting me study here, stevie. you’re like the best study buddy ever! every time i’ve seen you around campus you’re always so nice to me” your voice comes out all breathy, and you kick your legs a little, skirt sliding up your thighs.
he scoots closer so his thigh is flush with yours. “couldn’t leave you struggling, could i? been watching you walk around with those books and that pretty smile. figured we could help each other out” his hand rests on your knee, thumb rubbing slow circles that creep higher. “you feeling fuzzy sugar? y’eyes look all glassy n’cute”
“mhm.. really fuzzy,” you murmur, leaning your head against his shoulder without thinking. the words on the page are all melting together. “stevie, can you explain this part again? the one about.. um.. reactions or whatever?” you point at the notebook but your finger slips and lands on his lap instead.
steve’s breath hitches but he just covers your hand with his, pressing it there. “sure thing but, maybe we take a break first? studying too hard isn’t good for a girl like you”
you nod, blinking up at him with big doe eyes, “what kinda break? like cuddles!? i love cuddles when i’m studying!”
“yeah, cuddles sound perfect.” he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapping around your waist while his hands slide down to squeeze your ass under the skirt. “y’got no idea how hard it is seeing you prance around campus in these tiny outfits doll”
“steve-! your hands are wandering,” you say with a confused little laugh, but you stay right there, squirming a bit on his lap. “is that part of the break? you’re so warm.. and comfy.” your fingers play with the collar of his shirt, not really noticing how you’re rubbing right against the hard shape growing underneath you.
“shh,” he murmurs against your ear, lips brushing there as one hand slips up under your top, cupping your tit and rubbing his thumb over your nipple till it gets all tight. “just relax into it. let stevie take care of you. y’don’t need to worry about that final yeah? i’ll make sure you pass. all you gotta do is sit pretty and let me play with this pretty body.” his other hand moves between your thighs, rubbing slow over your panties.
you let out a soft moan, head tipping back against him. “feels r-really good, stevie. i didn’t know studying included this… am i doing it right?” your hips start moving on their own, chasing his fingers. “you’re not gonna tell anyone i’m such a dumb girl who needs help like this, right!?”
“never baby,” he says, as he kisses down your neck, sucking a little mark while he pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger into you. knowing that later on he’d be telling his boys about the dumb little girl he had in his bed.
“gonna fill that pretty head with nothing but my cock and how good it feels when i use you.” he adds another finger, moving them nice n’easy, thumb rubbing your clit in little circles. “tell me how much you love being dumb f’me”
“i love it,” you gasp, grinding down on his hand. “love being dumb in the head for you-! stevie st-stevie stevie! please don’t stop. don’t wanna study an’more” your little whimpers mixing with his rambling as he keeps working you open.
“that’s my girl,” he tsks, tilting your chin so he can kiss you messy.
men who can’t ever wait to fully undress you before fucking you, always semi-clothed and messy, skirts flipped up and shirts stretched at the neckline and pants around their ankles
vs
men who’s favourite part is getting to strip you completely bare beneath them, always making sure they make time to be able to worship you in your nakedness— peeling back each layer and appreciating the newly exposed skin with a kiss and a caress
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also adding onto the singledad!steve domestic ask… it could also maybe be a little smutty…😏 but you do with it what you will!! i love your work☺️
i actually planned to write some cute smut but i accidentally unleashed something inside myself. 18+
The feeling of Steve's thick cock nestled inside you was overwhelming. Each roll of your hips had it hitting that spot that had your eyes rolling back and loud whines echoing through the empty house.
"Oh fuck," Steve moaned, head tipped against the back of the sofa. "Just like that, honey. Keep doing that."
You forced your eyes onto his, hips twitching as you worked yourself over his hard cock. His hands ran up your waist to your tits, gripping them roughly. He leant forwards, mouth latching onto your nipple as he rolled the other between his fingers.
You fingers threaded through his hair, tugging as his teeth nipped at the bud before switching to the other.
"Please, Steve, need it so bad!"
His voice was muffled against your chest. "Take it then, baby, it's okay."
Your thighs burned as you sped up, working yourself harder over his cock. Your hips twitched with each roll, hands trembling as you gripped at his shoulders.
The noises coming from between you were obscene, and if you were any less overcome by your desire you might've been embarrassed.
"Jesus, honey, you hear that? Y'hear how fucking wet you are for me?"
Steve's hand gripped your jaw, jostling you to get you attention. Your eyes drifted in and out of focus over his face.
"You hearing anything I'm saying right now?"
"Nghh" You whined, nails raking down his hairy chest, leaving red angry marks in their wake.
Steve winced slightly, biting back a groan. "Ohh, I don't think you are, are you."
"I- I-"
"I- I- You what, honey? Can't even talk can you?"
"St-uh"
"No you can't. Just bouncing like a little fucking slut on my cock."
He punctuated his sentence with a harsh thrust up into you and a sharp slap to the swell of your ass. A wrecked shriek tore from your chest and you clenched around him hard. Steve continued thrusting into you at a brutal pace and you folded forwards against him, limp and useless in his arms.
"Ohh shit, you heard that didn't you," he choked out, one hand wrapping around your waist to anchor himself as his other reached up and into your hair, pulling you up from where your cheek rested against his shoulder.
"Come here," he instructed, holding your face in front of his by your hair. "Where you going, huh? Stay here, pretty girl."
Your jaw fell slack at the onslaught on intense pleasure and drool began sliding down your chin and coating your tits. Your jaw moved uselessly, forming around words you couldn't express.
"What're you trying to say, honey? Y'know you can tell me," he teased, hand sliding from your hair to your throat as he bowed his head, tongue sticking out to catch the string of saliva on your nipple before licking a broad stripe up to your neck.
"S- Ste- Steviedontstop," you wined, words slurring as your eyes remained unfocused on his face.
He pulled you closer, lips finding your flushed cheek as he growled against it. "Good fucking girl."
He dropped you back against his shoulder, both hands now finding purchase on your ass, giving him the leverage to drive himself in deepr and harder.
"Been so good for me, baby. You just- fuck. You just keep squeezing my cock, honey, aright? You stay good for me."
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Summary: older!Steve talks you through it cuz he’s just so big
Cw: smut, piv, fingering, finger sucking, softdom!steve, age gap, babying
Wc: 1k
"princess im home" steve called out from down the hall as he began to take off his shoes.
in an instant you jumped up from where you were on the sofa, discarding your half drunk second glass of wine and scuttling down to find steve.
"there's my girl- woah"
he grunted as you threw yourself into his arms, dropping his bag and wrapping his arms tight around you.
"well hello babygirl" he chuckled into your hair, hands travelling to your ass cheeks to haul you up off the floor.
"missed you so much stevie" you whispered into his neck, just below his ear.
"oh yeah?"
"yeah- been waiting for you all afternoon"
you pulled back from his neck, hands running through his hair as you leant forward to hastily kiss him.
wasting no time, he blindly walked down the halls, finding and kicking open the door to your bedroom.
breaking the kiss, you latched onto steve's neck, sucking and biting desperately as you began to roll your hips in his hold.
"someone's needy"
gently laying you down on the bed, steve climbed over you, peppering kisses up your chest and neck until he reached your face.
"stevieeee" you whined
"shh bunny, i'm gonna take care of you"
he carefully removed your matching pyjama set, mumbling about how much he loved it before straightening up and allowing your grabby hands to pull at his own tshirt.
caressing your boobs and toying at your hard nipples with one hand, the other pulled at his belt, removing it and undoing his jeans whilst your shaky hands made a pathetic attempt to help.
“princess, just lay back” steve said with amusement, taking your hands in one of his big ones and holding them above your head.
“please”
“i am” he cooed, letting go of your hands to cup your jaw.
with your hands out of his way, steve made quick work in freeing himself, his large cock springing out, hard and flushed.
lips parting on instinct, your mouth watered as you stared at steve’s dick with wide eyes.
“don’t worry bunny, it’ll be all yours in a minute”
“i-“
you began to talk, mouth open just enough for steve to push his thumb into it and cut you off from whatever whiny comment you were going say.
his other hand came between your legs, parting your thighs easily before dipping his fingers between your folds.
the light touch made you dizzy, so desperate and wet for steve, moaning around his thumb.
his fingertips dragged through your slick, smearing it over your lips before finding your achy, puffy clit.
“steveee”
two fingers plunged into you, burring deep into your warm core, curling up and instantly finding the spot that made you squirm.
steve kept his thumb in your mouth, muffling your cries and whimpers whilst his other thumb rubbed over your clit in soft circles.
the coil in your lower stomach tightened uncontrollably quickly, making your thighs tremble and back arch as you came undone on his fingers.
as he eased his fingers from your cunt, he removed his thumb from your mouth, rubbing it over your cheek leaving a shiny strip under your eye.
moaning around his own fingers, he cleaned them off, tasting your orgasm on them, making a show of it for you.
“taste so good- could never get enough”
“stop teasing- i need your cock”
letting go of his fingers with a wet pop, he leaned down to your face, lips brushing over yours.
“what do we say?”
“please”
“good girl”
he crashed his lips into yours, settling between your legs as his hand gripped himself, rubbing his tip up your slit, coating it in your juices.
“please” you whined again against steve’s mouth, so impatient for him.
your breath caught as you felt his head at your entrance, pushing shallowly against the wet opening.
“you know what to do” he groaned and you nodded. “deep breath, baby- yeah there you go”
you inhaled heavily then held as steve pushed in all the way, slowly but smoothly until he was fully buried inside you.
“atta girl, cmon breath for me”
you made a few shaky breaths before it evened out, breathing through the sharp stretch of steve’s cock splitting you open until it faded into agonising pleasure.
“good?”
“so good- feel so full” you slurred out, eyes rolling back.
“so full aren’t you princess” he pushed on your lower stomach making you cry out and your eyes water. “feel that?”
“I- so- ugh”
“so deep you can’t even speak? oh my baby” steve cooed right against your cheek, pressing his lips to the soft skin.
so slowly you almost didn’t notice, steve started to roll his hips in a shallow circle, just grazing your walls with each thrust.
“that okay bunny?”
“mhmmm”
he got more confident, his hips gradually speeding up and hitting deeper and deeper as your whines and mewls got louder and louder.
your hands were in his hair, then around his neck, then gripping his shoulders before your nails scratched down his back. under your fingers, you felt his muscles flex with each thrust of his hips.
he settled into a brutal pace eventually, forcing his cock into you so deep you felt him in your lungs, hot sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins
“you feel so good baby, so fucking wet. you been thinking about this all day?”
you nodded frantically, messily attempting to kiss his lips in which your missed and just ended up licking over his jaw.
“missed me so much you needed me to come home and fuck you stupid”
“yeaaaah- don’t stop”
“wouldn’t fucking dream of it” his hands cradled your face, dropping his forehead to yours.
“stevie- m so close”
“fuck- cum for me baby girl, wanna feel you squeezing me”
the band snapped and you cried out, throwing your head backwards and arching your back, your chest pressing against steve’s.
“oh yeaaah- gonna- fuck- cum. take it princess, be a good girl and take my cum”
steve groaned into your neck as he frantically attempted a few more thrusts before stilling deep inside you and pumping your fluttering cunt full of his hot cum until it was pouring out from around his length.
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