Gooning to Radec groans hnggg

the floorboards creak in the otherwise quiet house, setting his nerves alight—praying that no one wakes up. the rickety lock remains broken. untouched. unchanged. lucky for him. it gives him the—easy—access he needs to see you, to smell you.

simply put, it's an addiction. you consume his thoughts like a thorn in his side.

to think all it took was seeing your smile sent in his direction would make him fall so quick, he's so pathetic that he just had to follow you—a desperate puppy craving your attention. an impulse decision to trail after you, hiding in the shadows to learn the street you live on, which house you reside in, and finally which room is yours.

mapping out your house was easy, a cake walk. he takes the familiar turns until he's outside your bedroom door, taking a deep breath before slowly, carefully twisting the knob. the door glides open, faint streams of moonlight peeking in through the curtains, highlighting your sleeping form beautifully. a true to life angel. he shuts the door, locking it behind him, ensuring that they'll be left alone. can't have anyone interrupting our bonding moment.

the bed dips as he settles in beside you, the way a lover would upon returning home; practiced and intimate, your cute nose scrunching up, twitching like a bunny as his scent wafts over you. a mix of a dark cologne, vetiver and oakmoss—the scent that clings to your sheets but could never find the source of—it wraps around you in the same way a snake would, tangling and twisting into a strangling grip.

for awhile he just watches you; the steady rise and fall of your chest, squirming in your sleep as you toss and turn. until his fingers start to twitch, a deep-seated need, burning hotly under his skin. he'll die if he doesn't feel the smoothness of your flesh under his fingertips.

"hi, doll." he murmurs softly, brushing his fingers along your jaw, watching in fascination as your lips part slightly.

his thumb toys with your bottom lip, dipping into your mouth and back out again. the digit glimmers in the dim light, he sucks your saliva clean off, suppressing a moan. whole body shuddering when he finally gets a taste—slightly minty from your toothpaste.

hesitantly, his hands ghost down hovering over your breasts, your nipples are pebbled, poking through the thin camisole like headlights. begging for his attention. his mouth waters, eyes scanning your face for any signs of stirring when he finds none his hands are on you; groping hungrily at your fleshy mounds, squeezing harshly until you squeak. a breathless little noise, almost a moan, your back arching off the bed.

his eye light up, glowing with tiny hearts, cock twitching in his pants. his touch gets rougher, greedier, palm sliding down your stomach, bunching your top up with an urgency. the most perfect sight greets him, your perky tits on full display and he has to bite his lip violently, almost breaking skin.

his dick is straining painfully in his shorts, freeing himself and hissing as the cool air hits his over-heated cock. lazily stroking up his length as he drinks in your figure, his free hand tugs at your shorts, pulling them down your thighs. fuck. you're not even wearing any panties, your folds shining in the moonlight, it's like you knew he was coming.

he lines himself up, rubbing the blunt head of his cock against your slit, collecting your slick as you squirm underneath him. he wonder what you must be dreaming of, it's too much to hope that your subconscious mind would choose him, but he wishes for it nonetheless. he'll make you remember him—one way or another.

your pussy flutters with every sloppy grind of his cock into your clit, gushing down your ass and staining the sheets. god, you feel even better than he imagined. so hot and wet. so perfect. he rocks against you with slow, desperate thrusts that has his cock leaking, pre-cum mixing in with your juices.

it sounds downright filthy, that squishy squelch of your bodies meeting in sinful tandem. his eyes watch the steady bounce of your tits, the way your face is screwed up tight, tiny gasps leaving those pretty lips of yours.

oh how he wishes he could see your eyes when you realize who's toying with your cunt.

his thrusts get quicker, digging his hips down to feel the throb of your clit, bucking like a wild animal to reach his release. he pictures it, your voice broken and needy as you cry out for him—the tight grip your sopping cunt would have on him as he splits open you wide. the way you'd claw at his back, arching into him like he's the only one who can make you cum. his sweet little doll, his to fuck and use as he pleases.

his eyes shoot open as he hits his peak, spurts his hot, sticky load land on your stomach and drip down onto your puffy folds. he adores the sight, awestruck like he created a masterpiece. you stir and he takes that as his cue to leave, hastily tugging your shorts back into place. he adjusts his pants, tucking his softening cock back into their confines, taking one last look at you before dipping out the window and into the night.

and in the morning you wake with dried patch of something clinging to your skin, confused as to how it got there...

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