Rose 🌹🖤

Softdom!Joel loves to have you on your back, fully sprawled out and on display for him. He has access to everything; your pretty tits bouncing as he juts into you and pushes your head up the bed, your beautiful face he paws at and cradles, and your soft legs that sometimes sling around his hips and other times just lay stretched out away from you, especially toward the end of the sex when you are already exhausted.

Softdom!Joel cums inside you every single time. No exception. The two of you can have a quick fuck in the bathroom at Tommy's during his garden party, and he will still stuff you full of his seed and not let go until he has pumped every ounce of his cum into your walls. First and foremost, he does it because you love it just as much as he does, maybe even more. Which is why you get upset whenever Joel even just puts the idea of cumming anywhere else in the room. No, his seed belongs inside you. It's supposed to fill you up to the brim, stick to your wet walls and make your head just as messy as it does your insides. It's supposed to leak from your hole before Joel scoops it up with two fingers and shoves it right back in.

Softdom!Joel always takes good care of you after he fucks you. Not only are you in need of a special amount of love and tenderness once he has made the two of you climax, but there's also another much more primal, filthy reason for it: he has to ensure his cum is secure inside you. Most of the time, Joel lays you down, one hand playing with your mouth or your cheeks while his other is knuckles deep in your cunt. He keeps it there for a while, two fingers preventing his seed from escaping the place where it's meant to mix with your own arousal. And then he talks to you, whispering how well you took it, how much he loves to shoot his seed in you and how much he wishes you could see this for yourself. Only when he is certain his semen has coalesced with your body and become a part of you does he let go, either licking his fingers clean himself or feeding you his digits.

Softdom!Joel already thinks about knocking you up again, even though you have only just found out about your pregnancy. The two of you love the idea of your belly filling with his cum, with his child, because it's the perfect complement to his seed flooding your pussy every night. You, completely owned and claimed by him. And Joel doesn't even have to be cold or brutal about it. He just buries you underneath his weight, keeps one palm loosely brushing over the swell of your belly while his cock pursues his favorite activity in the world: fucking into you with the aim of cumming inside you. His other hand is wrapped around the side of your face, keeping your attention on him as he delivers slow, deep thrusts that make you think he intends to get you pregnant again, even though that's a biological impossibility. "I love you so much, babygirl," Joel murmurs quietly, and yet somehow he's still emitting a certain dominance and authority that is a divine addition to his sweet, protective nature. "You're mine… Every inch of you. And the evidence is growing in your belly as we speak." He parts your legs wider, treating you delicately, although his actions are marked with the knowledge that you were his to adjust and move around to his liking. "You're mine to mark with my cum, babygirl… Mine to knock up over and over… Gotta have my seed drip down your legs until there's so much I can't keep stuffing it back inside."

Softdom!Joel can barely keep it inside his pants with you around him. You don't exactly make it easy for him with your doll eyes and your hands that constantly seek his proximity. It's even worse now that you're pregnant. One time, Joel and you are over at Maria's for her birthday party. About halfway through the evening, you bring his hand to your stomach, look up at him through your lashes and whisper "I can't wait for you to fuck me later… I need to feel even fuller of you, Joel." That's all it takes. His restraint snaps, and Joel is on his feet dragging you inside. The bathroom is not ideal, but it serves its purpose. Since he is careful with you, his pretty princess, and doesn't want you in a position that brings you discomfort, he wants you to sit on the sink, but you insist on bending over instead. After all, you are in the second month of your pregnancy and still feel pretty strong in your body. Joel pounds into you from behind, a hand lying over your mouth because you can't keep silent, like always, after he turned you into a cockdrunk mess just by working his cock inside you. His lips are inches from your ear, softly nibbling at the lobe. "Good girl… You're squeezin' me so tight. Makes me think that this pussy is tryna tell me something…" "Yes," you pant at once, gasping as he grabs your breast tightly and loosens his grip on your mouth. "And what is that?" He is so fast, fuck, the other guests must hear the way his hips crash into yours. "I… I want you to cum inside." Later, you briefly regret that request. Very briefly. Joel has filled you up, of course, just like you desired it. The only problem is the creamy liquid running down your bare legs that are on display today with your short yellow summer dress. Eyeing you up and down, the corner of Joel's mouth ticks up, and the next thing you know, he is smiling at you widely. "Why don't you stay like that? Mhm?" "What do you mean?" you whisper, desperately glancing down your thigh to assess how long it would take to wipe it off. "You look nice. Mine." You're starting to understand. "You mean…" "Yeah. It's just another way of showing who you belong to, isn't it? Most won't even see it. And those who do… let 'em know. That you're off limits. They should know what we've been doing in here. They should know that my cum was too much for your pretty pussy, so it all dripped down your leg. Besides, it's what I want. Having you fucking covered in my cum." So that is exactly what happens, and you would be lying if you said that you don't enjoy it.

Softdom!Joel and you always find new positions for him to fuck you in. He has been even more feral and wild about it before your pregnancy. Nowadays, he enjoys missionary as it allows you to lay on your back comfortably and him to carefully jut his hips into you at his chosen pace. Before that, he was quite experimental about it, though. Aside from missionary, Joel's personal favorite had been doggy. That way, he got to crush his pelvis into your back, quickly driving his cock into you at the most perfect angle. The best part, without a doubt, was when he felt his orgasm bubbling within him. He would use all his force, shove you forward until you were flat beneath him and pump you full of his seed while you quivered and whimpered under him, experiencing your own high.

Softdom!Joel knows how much you enjoy taking him on your side. Your favorite place in the world is lying in front of him, being spooned by his strong, broad body, so naturally, you also like to take his cock in that position. Another favorite is you riding him, with Joel interrupting your rhythm the moment he is about to unleash the tension inside him. He plants his hands on your hips, grinds his teeth and holds you down on him while his cum fills you so deeply you feel like it's swamping your belly. "Take it, babygirl, that's it…" Joel grunts through clenched teeth, keeping you pressed against his center much longer than necessary. All you can do is whine and yelp, sweat dripping down from your forehead onto his. "Feel how deep I am? S'all me, sweetheart… Me fillin' that pretty pussy up. You're gonna have it everywhere, babygirl. You're gonna taste it in your mouth, gonna feel it for days. It's so deep in your body, honey, ain't nothin' I can do about it." And as Joel pushes you down further, his tip hitting your cervix in a way that makes you wince, you all but believe him.

Softdom!Joel sees it as his duty to claim your pussy from every single angle, in every way that is possible. To him, it's just another necessity. It's not just about pumping you full of his semen every single day, sometimes even twice, but also about ensuring that your cunt knows how to take his cum in all the different ways there are. Hence the variations in the positions and places he fucks you in. On the kitchen counter, in the shower, in an old broken car that stands beside his house, on the floor like two dirty animals, in a chair and sideways on the bed. At times, Joel is careful about doing it somewhere other than his home as he doesn't want to worry about his cum soiling whatever place it is, but usually the thrill of it all is worth it. Once he finds a new position to fuck you in, you are absolutely ravenous and keen about it, putting on your prettiest underwear and greeting him at the door when he comes home. Normally, Joel whispers it in your ear in the morning, telling you that he has something special in mind for you. It's a cruel thing to do to you as you are on your toes all day, but at the same time, it makes you so excited for the night that you feel giddy every second.

Softdom!Joel apologizes a million times whenever he doesn't cum inside you. It doesn't happen often, of course not. Filling you up is a given, something you don't even have to ask for at this point. But occasionally, he is unable to avoid it, for example when his cock doesn't work the way it's supposed to – he's not the youngest anymore – or when he spills inside your mouth by accident. Every time that happens, Joel quietly curses under his breath, cradles your head once you have swallowed and kisses your hairline before you can start complaining. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry…" he then murmurs, getting down to your level. You determinedly wipe your mouth, eyes flashing at him and brow furrowed as though you were about to start crying any minute. "I wanted it inside me," you whine and clench your hands into fists. "I know, sweetheart… I'm sorry. You just feel too good, you know that? Your pretty mouth is so good, I couldn't help it… I'm sorry. I love you, okay?" Your features soften at his apologies, though you still feel anger flapping in your stomach. Right where his cum is supposed to paint your inner walls at that moment. Sure, his seed is filling you one way or the other. But you prefer it to be your vagina rather than your throat. Joel makes sure to make it up to you extensively. A mistake like that usually leads to him rewarding you with load after load of his creamy spend stuffing you full. He goes all night, lazily playing with your pussy while he waits for his cock to harden again. Then, he fills you up all over again until you tell him that it's enough and your pussy feels raw. At that point, the sheets beneath you are dirty and stained with his fluids, your thighs are glistening wet and your cunt is unable to swallow all of it, no matter how hard he tries to push it back inside you. You squeal and whimper, squirming on the bed and wriggling with your bruised hips, though you do it in the most content and satisfied way. After you're cleaned up, Joel lays beside you, a hand on your swollen belly, from the child he has fucked into you a couple of weeks ago or his cum, you are not exactly sure. He isn't either. "Look at you, baby… So full of me. Can't fit any more inside, m'sorry. I could've kept goin'… but your tiny pussy can't take it. S'all mine already. I already claimed every inch of you, you see?" You nod in understanding, putting a hand on top of his. "Sleep now, babygirl." You do, and somehow, it seems as though not just your body is owned by his seed but your mind as well. Because that's what you dream of all night long.

Today I discovered that apparently I have competition. In a magazine. From a man I’ve never met. His name is Pedro Pascal. Fantastic.

I walked into the living room expecting peace. Maybe coffee. Maybe five minutes of quiet. Instead, I find her on the couch. Dead silent. Leaning forward. Very focused. That alone is suspicious. Then I notice the magazine. And the look on her face. Oh no. I slow down. Carefully. Like I’m approaching a crime scene. “Cariño.”

No response. Not even a blink.

I step closer. “What are you looking at?”

Still nothing.

Now I’m concerned. Or insulted. Hard to tell. I move around the couch just enough to see the page. And I stop. Because…

Are you kidding me. Pedro Pascal. Sitting there like he owns the world. Shorts. Shirt half open. That whole… look.

I stare at the page. Then at her. Then back at the page. “Really.”

Nothing. She’s still staring.

I lean a little closer. “You good?”

She exhales slowly. “Wow.”

I blink. “Wow?”

She finally looks up at me. Eyes wide. Completely serious. “Look at him.”

I stare at her. “No.”

She turns the magazine toward me anyway. “Look.”

“I am looking.”

“Properly.”

I glance again. Then back at her. “He’s sitting.”

“That is not the point.”

I cross my arms. “What exactly is the point?”

She gestures at the page like it explains everything. “The thighs.”

I stare. “The what.”

“The thighs.”

I look down at my own. Then back at the magazine. Then at her. “I have thighs.”

She squints. “That is not the same thing.”

I let out a quiet, offended laugh. “Unbelievable.”

She leans back again, eyes drifting right back to the page like she physically cannot help herself. “This is… a lot.”

A lot. Right.

I sit down next to her. “So we’re just openly admiring Pedro Pascal now.”

She shrugs. “I have eyes.”

“So do I.”

She turns slowly. “Oh?”

I immediately regret speaking. “Not relevant.”

“Very relevant.”

“No, it’s not.”

She smiles. Dangerous. “You’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You are absolutely jealous.”

I shake my head. “I’m observing a situation.”

“Where I’m minding my business and appreciating art?”

“That is not art.”

She glances back at the page. “It kind of is.”

I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “You were just staring at him like you forgot I exist.”

She gasps. “I did not.”

“You did.”

“I was processing.”

“Processing what.”

She glances at the magazine again. “The confidence.”

I let out a breath through my nose. “Cariño.”

“What.”

“You’re really gonna sit here and admire Pedro Pascal while your husband is in the same room.”

She finally looks at me properly. Really looks. Then her expression softens just a little. “Oh, relax.”

“I am relaxed.”

“You are not relaxed.”

I open my mouth. Close it. Because she’s right. Again.

She nudges her shoulder against mine. “You’re hotter.”

I pause. “Excuse me.”

She nods toward the magazine. “He’s trying very hard.”

I glance at the photo again. Then back at her. “Trying.”

“Yes.” She taps my chest lightly. “You don’t have to try.” That lands. Harder than I expect.

I look at her.

She smiles, softer now. Then… “But his thighs are still impressive.”

I stare at her. “You’re unbelievable.”

She grins. “And yet you love me.”

Yeah. Unfortunately. I reach over, close the magazine, and set it aside.

She makes a small protest noise. “Hey–”

“No.” I pull her closer, arm around her waist.

She laughs, but melts into me anyway.

“You’re ridiculous,” I mutter and I glance once more at the magazine. Then at her. Then pull her a little closer. Yeah. I’m not losing to Pedro Pascal in a magazine. Not happening.

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“ you should consider yourself lucky sugar, i could be rippin’ the life outta some lowlife thugs but no… i’m takin’ the time to love on a whore like you, “ you could hear him grit his teeth, grinding his bulge against your cunt. the scent of smoke flowed through the air, filling your lungs, your senses.

his hands wandered, reaching around to grope your tits appreciatively, rough hands tweaking your nipples harshly. he was harsh in everything he did, especially when it came to you.

“ please, officer, “ you begged, appealing to his authority, “ dont tease.. “ 

he practically growled in response, taking a big handful of your hair and yanking your head back. you looked back at him, the sneer on his burnt face made your pussy tighten. 

“ desperate fuckin’ whore, “ he grunted. he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and set in on a small ashtray nearby, “ you take what i give you, d’ya hear me? “

you nod desperately, pushing your ass back against him, rocking your hips against his.

he leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. it tastes like smoke, and blood, but its so fucking good you cant resist the way his tongue slides against yours. 

he grabbed a hold of your bottoms, roughly tugging them down your legs, probably ripping the fabric. they pool around your ankles, quickly followed by your soaking panties. you can hear coyle let out a breathy laugh at your arousal. 

“ such a pretty piece a ass, “ he praised, taking both of your cheeks in his hands, massaging the doughy flesh with his strong hands, “ love this ass so much, “

you feel him run two fingers up and down your slit, gathering your sweet juices. he pulls his fingers away, and although you can't see him you can hear the perverted slurping that's coming from his mouth as he tastes you. “ fuck, sweetheart, i aint ever had a pussy this sweet in my life. “

before you can pitifully respond you feel hands grip your waist, flipping you over onto your back. 

hes in between your legs, bulge rubbing up against your now naked pussy, he grumbles something as he tilts his head back, enjoying the sensation. 

“ pleeeeeease officer, need you sooo.. bad , “ you whine pathetically, spreading your legs wider for him, he chuckles. 

“ look at’cha.. pretty little girl needs to be fucked nice and good by a proper law abiding man doesnt she?  “ he teases, rubbing his thumb against your clit. you nod.

he decides to take mercy on you, and himself, by reaching down, unzipping his pants to tug his cock out, its big, thick and so fucking hard. hes leaking profusely, proving that he needs this just as much as you do right now.

“ cmon sugar, beg for it nicely for good ole Coyle.. “ he dragged the blunt head of his fat cock over your pussy, letting it gather and soak in your juices. 

“ please officer- please please please i- i want your cock please? please! “ you beg, tears welling up in your eyes pathetically, this catches his eye as a mean smirk crosses his lips. 

“ aye look at’cha, needy little slut cryin’ for cock.. since im such an amazing cop, “ he pauses to stroke his own ego, and his cock, “ ill happily oblige, “

he pushes in suddenly, roughly. the stretch is intense, but nothing you haven't taken before. you moan obscenely, like a girl in a bad porno, the feeling of his fat cock penetrating you feels like heaven, soothing your body. 

he doesnt waste any time before thrusting, his own needs now taking precedent over yours as he fucks you into the table.

“ fuuck! goddamnit- fuck.. a man could- argh.. a man could die happy in a pussy this tight, “ he moaned. there was a loud, wet, heavy slap of his balls against your ass, the skin against skin of his body against yours filled the room.

“ oh god officer.. fuck me oh godd~, “ you feel you lose yourself, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth.

“ ‘m already doin’ that baby you don't gotta beg anymore, “ he says through a rough chuckle, unable to be as smooth as he usually is buried balls deep inside your tight cunt. 

one of his hands held onto your hips, the other came up to play and toy with your breast, roughly squeezing and groping the plump flesh. 

“ damn bitch you got a helluva rack ill tell you that, “ he grunted through thrusts, fucking your so hard the table bangs against the wall, probably drawing near reagents to your location, or maybe driving them away, lets hope its the latter.

your hand comes down to rub circles on your clit, but that doesn't last long as he swats your hand away, replacing it with his own skilled fingers. “ ah ah, there’ll be none o’ that.. pleasurin’ a woman like that is a man’s job, “

he rubs deliciously fast circles on your clit, big fingers toying with you perfectly. the mix of that, and the incessant bullying of his cock against your insides was a wonderful cocktail of sensations, and one that you couldn't resist.

he thrusts once, twice, and on the third thrust you feel yourself cum, your back arching off of the desk, breasts bouncing as he fucks you through your release.

you hear him say something, but you can't make it out through sensations that rush through your body, but a second later you feel him still, a deep groan releases from deep inside of him, and you feel his hot cum fill your insides. its an addicting feeling.

the quietness that follows is blaring, the sounds of sirens in the distance, the chaos happening in the trial that had been long forgotten about. 

coyle had collapsed on top of you, his chest against yours as the old man caught his breath.

eventually, he pulled out with a wet pop.

“ still breathin’ sugar? “ he asked, the best resemblance of care you’ll get from him. you nod weakly and you hear him chuckle as he tucks his softened cock back into his pants.

“ now, be a good girl now and don't cause any trouble, and officer coyle might come pay you a little visit tonight.. “ his southern drawl makes you tingle as he reaches down to kiss you, strangely affectionate.  “ yes, sir officer, “

She smiled at her sweet Javier as she took the cup from him. Biting her lip playfully. “Remind me? What happened, I can’t recall…”

His hand caressed down her back when it found her ass he pulled back, giving it a quick firm slap. “Bad girl, mi amour. That was the top floor of a beach resort not downtown San Francisco.”

“If you squint, I think you can see the ocean that way.” She squeaked in surprise as he took her cup setting it on the little balcony table before picking her up throwing her over his shoulder in one swift motion. He was fireman carrying her back to the bed. “Careful old man, I don’t want you to hurt your back.” She teased.

“You’re asking for it you know?” His voice deep and commanding as he tossed her on the bed.

Outlast as a whole has always really been to me about how one's early environment reflects in who they are as a person later on in life. Not one villain in these games is evil Just Because, and the characters with some of the worst actions/crimes committed are they way they are due to their upbringing, and Coyle is a fantastic representation of someone abused turning into an abuser, I think.

This comic is fairly vague? With whether or not Leland was the one being sexually abused or the one doing it, which makes me think it was actually both. First as a victim, and then as he grew older, again as a perpetrator in retaliation or, as a theme with Coyle, trying to regain control and autonomy in a sense for himself- as cycles of abuse tend to go.

I personally believe it was his mother who abused him in this way, on top of her likely having hit and berated him growing up. He mentions her a lot more frequently than his father- Comparing Gooseberry (Someone he, in Prime Time dialogues, both sexualizes and degrades, which I think is, again, part of his power fantasy and desire for control/revenge) to her; something, something, "Like a corpse playing dress up, reminds me of my own sweet mother". In an unused line, he recalls his mother, 'twisting my fiddles/vittles (slang for male genitalia), forcing me into the water'.

I think this in part plays into how he treated his wives- which is very safely assumedly horribly, based on the very meek and terrified woman Clyde meets when stalking Coyle- as well as just his general attitude towards women. His wives were really just accessories he liked because they were pretty, his attraction was purely physical, of course he killed each of his wives. Not only would he be paranoid about the whole sort of vulnerability thing, where you are tired to someone who'll know all your weaknesses and your flaws and corruption, he largely also did not see them as people*, and no one was seemingly alarmed or questioning too deeply when a woman under his roof would die, because at the end of the day he wasn't finding much trouble in marrying at all.

*A lot of men with absent, violent, etc. Mothers tend to see women less like people and are more aggressive/hold resenting views toward their mothers that never really go away, largely because it doesn't get addressed and God knows Coyle wouldn't get therapy. Men were and still aren't allowed by society to be vulnerable in a meaningful sense, really, ESPECIALLY during this period. The Great Depression and back to back war really spurred that 'us against them'/'pull yourself by your bootstraps' mentality into a lot of people.

COWGIRL

When it comes to sex positions, I honestly think Javi’s favorite is cowgirl. Mostly because he’s such a visual man and he needs to see what he’s doing to her while he fucks her. Like he loves watching her ride him, watching her move on top of him, bounce on him, all of it. He’d absolutely keep his hands on her hips or thighs the whole time too.

And obviously he has the perfect view – her tits bouncing, her body, her face, her expressions, literally everything. She’s sitting right there facing him and he can just fully watch her fall apart because of him. That alone would drive him insane.

And I also think he’d love the fact that he can actually see himself sliding into her too. Like yeah, that man would absolutely look. No question.

I do think Javi is naturally more dominant and likes having control, but honestly in this case I think the visual part wins. He just enjoys looking at her too much. He’s the type of man who gets turned on by seeing the reactions he’s getting out of her, and I think watching her ride him would absolutely ruin him in the best way possible.

DOGGY STYLE

I think his second favorite is definitely doggy style, mostly because that’s where he has the control. He sets the pace, the speed, the rhythm, everything. He’s the one in charge there.

And like I said with cowgirl, Javi loves the visual of watching his cock slide into her. He’s absolutely obsessed with that. But with this position I think he also loves the fact that he controls everything himself. The speed, the depth, the angle, all of it. This is very much his territory.

And obviously he has the view too. Javi absolutely appreciates a woman’s ass, let’s be serious here. Plus he can hold onto her hips, grab her hair, lean over her, hold her tits, touch her however he wants. So even if it’s not as visual emotionally because he can’t fully see her face the whole time, it’s way more physical and hands-on for him.

It’s very much about control, touch, and feeling her react underneath him. Holding her by the hips while she’s literally falling apart because of him? Yeah, that would absolutely get to his head too. So doggy style is 100% one of his favorites too.

MISSIONARY

I also think he definitely likes missionary. And yeah, people act like missionary is boring, but honestly I don’t think Javi would see it that way at all. He’s not really a “boring sex” kind of man, but for him missionary is way more about intimacy and closeness.

There’s eye contact. And he absolutely loves looking right into her eyes while he’s inside her. Especially when he’s close. And honestly? I fully believe Javi needs eye contact when he cums inside her… like that man wants to look at her while it happens because to him it feels insanely intimate and insanely hot at the same time.

And I think he keeps trying to hold that eye contact even before he comes, while he’s thrusting into her. But at the same time he’s also the type to kiss and bite at her jaw, her neck, her shoulders, little things like that while he’s on top of her. Missionary lets him do all of that.

And obviously he’d never say anything mean or complain or whatever, but Javi definitely needs to know she’s enjoying herself too. He wants reactions. He wants her moving with him, touching him, scratching down his back, holding onto him, all that stuff. It turns him on way more when he knows she feels good too and isn’t just laying there completely still.

Plus they can kiss the whole time, stay close, touch each other everywhere. It’s a much more intimate position emotionally.

And honestly? I don’t think he’d do missionary like that with just anybody. I think this is one of the positions that becomes way more special when he actually cares about the person. Which is funny because people love calling it boring, but for Javi I think it would secretly be one of the most intense ones emotionally.

LAP SITTING / STRADDLING

And then there’s lap sitting / straddling, whatever you wanna call it, and I think Javi absolutely loves that one too. Honestly it’s kind of like a mix between cowgirl and missionary for him.

Because like with cowgirl, she’s still the one controlling the pace. He’s sitting on the couch or maybe on the car seat and she’s riding him in his lap while he just holds onto her. But unlike cowgirl, she’s way closer to him physically, and that’s where it becomes more like missionary too. There’s way more intimacy and closeness involved.

He can hold her ass, hold her back, wrap his arms around her while she moves on him. And honestly? I really don’t think this is something he’d do with just anybody. This does not feel like random hookup Javier to me; this feels very emotional. Like this is not the position for some informant or random girl he sleeps with once. I think for him there has to be real emotional closeness there.

Because this position is honestly kind of vulnerable for him too. They’re pressed against each other, hugging, kissing, whispering things to each other. And yeah, he’s also really deep in this position, which I think would absolutely get to his head too because Javi is very physical and very intense when it comes to closeness.

So for him it’s not just about sex at that point. It’s about wanting her as close to him as possible, physically and emotionally at the same time. He wants to hold her against him while her pussy literally wrapped around his cock.

And when he cums? Yeah, he’s absolutely looking her in the eyes or kissing her while it happens. Holding her close, arms around her, maybe forehead against hers. For Javi this position feels deeply personal and honestly probably one of the most intimate ones he could have with somebody.

SPOONING

And lastly… spooning sex – honestly I think this is the absolute peak of intimacy for Javier.

This is not something he’d do with somebody he’s not emotionally involved with. And even in a relationship, I don’t think it would happen right away. I think this kind of position only comes once he truly trusts her, or once he finally lets himself have this level of closeness and vulnerability with someone.

Because this is very intimate for him. She’s pressed against him with her back against his chest while he thrusts into her from behind, setting the pace slowly himself. He can literally feel every part of her body against him. He can hold her tits, touch her everywhere, rub her clit while he fucks her, make her orgasm even harder that way. It’s all extremely close, extremely physical, extremely connected.

And the whole time he’s holding her, wrapped around her, probably kissing her shoulder or neck, whispering things into her ear that he normally wouldn’t even say out loud, this position feels incredibly personal for him.

Honestly, I can even see spooning sex turning into cockwarming with Javi sometimes because let’s be real… that man would absolutely love just staying inside her afterward… like after he cums, I don’t think he immediately pulls out at all. He stays there, still inside her while he slowly softens, just holding her close and breathing against her neck.

Because for him, that’s not just physical anymore. That’s comfort. That’s safety. That’s him showing love in the most intimate way he knows how without even needing words.

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Just the idea of Prime Asset Coyle being rough as shit with you. Holding your legs over your head & omg, like licking your neck & chuckling about how overwhelmed you are.