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guys this is my first time writing like actual smut so bear with me now

Your eyes locked with his as you lowered yourself between his legs, positioning his thighs over your shoulders with a gentleness that belied the look of absolute hunger in your eyes. You could feel every twitch, tremor, and shiver that ran through him as your breath puffed against that sacred spot.

And then you started.

It was like a starving man having his first meal in months. You were absolutely ravenous, groaning at his delicious taste. He was salty, bitter, and sweet all at once. It made your head spin as your nails dug deep into the skin of his thighs. 

He jerked his hips up, all the wind being ripped from his lungs. His vision filled with stars, throwing his head back against the pillow with ecstasy while arching into you with an urgency that he had never felt in his entire digital existence. 

“Ough-! Player! Oh god, it’s so much! Don’t stop!” He all but whimpered out, tears already pricking his eyes. He was so sensitive, so new to all of this. He could already feel a warmth pooling in his belly. “I’m gonna-! Oh Player I’m gonna-!”

His thighs squeezed around your head as he came, back tensing into an arch while his eyes rolled back into his head. He couldn’t muster up a single thought as his entire world narrowed down to the feeling of your tongue on his clit, driving him mad.

You pulled away, wiping your mouth

“Oh we’re not done,” You grin, spreading his glistening folds before slowly sinking two digits into his throbbing cunt. The velvety walls gripped you tight as you began to thrust into him.

His mind went blank as he felt you stretch him, pistoning your fingers in and out over and over again, hitting that spongy spot inside him as his legs trembled. His mouth fell open, pupils dilating and nearly swallowing the entirety of his dark brown iris. His hands flew to your hair, gripping your locks while he bucked his hips into you. All coherent words that he tried to say failed to pass through his lips, becoming garbled whines and moans. His mind was delightfully blank as you focused on your mouth and fingers, playing him like a finely tuned instrument. 

He could feel himself on the brink again, clenching tight around you, twitching and jolting his hips this way and that, like a fox caught in a snare. He began to cry. Not from pain or discomfort, no. From the sheer unadulterated pleasure of it all. A broken sob escapes him, thighs clutching around your face.

“Player! Please! I’m close! Please!” He begged, shutting his eyes, gasping through panting breaths.

“Cum for me, Posty” You muttered against his clit, vibrations going straight up his spine. His vision flashed white, a loud howl of ecstasy left his strained throat as his whole world tilted on its axis. He felt like his code was being rewritten in real time, changing his whole existence to something greater. Something worth loving.