he LOVES that he’s bigger than you

like he’s got 5-6 inches on you and regularly tucks you under his chin when he’s hugging you or under his arm when you’re just hanging out

he likes seeing his hand span across your back or stomach or hip and seeing how much of your skin he can cover with his fingers

takes his role as big spoon very seriously and wraps you in the warm cocoon of his arms and legs and you sleep like a baby

when you put on his clothes? seeing his shirts or sweatshirts hanging down your thighs? he’s immediately hard

speaking of hard….

andrei is big and he knows it

he’s a solid 8 inches when he’s hard and thick, but not so thick that you can’t wrap your hand around him

he’ll sit you on his fully hard cock and just hold you there, keeping you stuffed full of him and making sure you can’t move, until you’re begging for him to fuck you and when he’s done and he softens inside of you, he’s still got enough inches that it feels like you’re too full

when he eventually pulls out of you after a nice long session, the feeling of emptiness is overwhelming

andrei loves watching himself fuck you, seeing how you’re split open on his cock

or he’ll fuck your mouth, enjoying how wide your jaw has to open to take him and how many inches of him still don’t fit in your mouth even when the head of his cock bumps against the back of your throat

he’ll hover over your while he’s fucking you, covering your body with his, getting off on the fact that you’re basically hidden from view if he’s on top of you

he’s big enough that when he fucks you, he can see and feel the bulge of his cock in your lower stomach and he’ll spread his hand over the bulge, pressing down and feeling himself fuck you from the inside and outside

big time dirty talker about how big he is too (“my cock is splitting you open, solnyshka” “you’re so tight and hot, my cock is barely fitting in you” “i’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel my cock in your throat” “look how beautiful you look taking me in your mouth, you can fit more, i know you can. open wide”)

loves when you call him “big boy” like to an unhealthy degree, so you do it all the time to rile him up

Everyone was looking for you.

Sidney could hear them shouting your name, opening doors and pushing back curtains as they went. Beside him, your phone chimes over and over. Each infuriating chirp is accompanied by an even more unpleasant buzz. If his hands weren't buried between your slick folds, he'd put it on silent.

Or throw it against the nearest wall. Anything to quiet the incessant noise.

Two hours and three minutes. That's how long his cock has been angry and stiff, propped up by an incendiary mix of desire and envy. He'd watched, helplessly aroused, as your co-star spread you open on a dining room table, your back arched in perfectly-played ecstasy as their head moved between your knees. As you were caressed to completion during a garden party, Sidney's fingers dug into your thigh to the point of near-bruising. And the groan that rumbled from his chest at the sight of your nipples, pert and peeking through a thin nightgown, turned several heads.

The film was absolute torture. Delicious and malicious, tailor-made to tease him. Watching you on-screen always turned Sidney on, and always had, but something about an ominous build culminating in you, frantic and beautiful, covered in blood really set him off tonight.

Or, maybe it was the way your co-star couldn't take their eyes or their hands off of you, clearly as enamored as your boyfriend. Or, maybe it was the relentless leading questions posed by overzealous reporters with microphones, desperate to capture the next viral moment.

The cause was unimportant now, as he submerged you in decadent depravity. Sidney easily works your body into the same frenzy he'd been swimming in, beckoning you to the precipice.

Sidney can tell you're holding back. Eyes squeezed shut in concentration, teeth cemented to your bottom lip to keep from screaming. He appreciates your discretion. Admires it, really. But prim and professional is not what he wants right now. He wants the hellion who begged him to fuck her in the penalty box on their third date. The one who accepted her crowning achievement with his cum running down her inner thigh, artfully concealed by custom Saint Laurent.

So, his fingers become more frantic, determined. "I know you can do better than that, sweetheart. I heard the whimpers you mustered up for that British prick. After months of that, have you got nothing left for your boyfriend?"

"Is that envy I hear?" you goad.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm green with it," he growls and curls his fingers, the tips kissing heaven.

You whimper as he nips at your earlobe. "S-Sidney!"

"Louder, pretty girl. Let them hear who makes you come undone in real life," Sidney whispers against your jaw. "None of that scripted bullshit, the real fucking deal. Go on, show them what a real orgasm from an Oscar-winning actress sounds like."

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